Author's Note: Here I was thinking I was the only one who really loved the first part of this series and ... wow. The response to the sequel has made me even more nervous about this one not living up to the sexual chemistry of the first and disappointing everyone, but I hope y'all enjoy this final installment. Fair warning: This part of the sequel is basically the entire reason it is rated M (though I still maintain NOT as M as the first story). So, ya know. Look away if you should.
As always, special thanks to those who read and review!
Puck looked up from his magazine as soon as he heard the keys make contact with the door. To say he was eager to see her would have been the understatement of the year. He hadn't spent God knew how long on a commercial flight sitting coach next to some asshole who needed an entire tin of Altoids shoved down his throat (mostly to shut him up, though it might have helped the bad breath issue) for fun. He'd left the arena straight after the team's last game, forging the night's stay at the swank hotel and private jet flight back to the city because he legit might have killed himself/someone if he had to have gone one more hour without seeing her.
"Sup, babe?" Puck greeted her casually, though his hurried steps from the living room to where she was all but cemented in the foyer were anything but nonchalant. "Do you always look this good?" He questioned in pursuit, his eyes raking over her. "It's been too fuckin' long. Get naked."
Rachel shook her head of what clearly wasn't a dream, forcing her brain to catch up. "Wh-what are you doing home?"
The answer wasn't as important as kissing her. In fact, at that moment nothing was more important than kissing her. Phone sex was great and all (he made sure it was since it had taken him a damn year to get her to try it - and by the by, when she did, she totally dug it. Score) but nothing compared to her. He loved tangling his hands in the long strands of her dark hair, letting them get lost in the silkiness while he just got lost in her. Lost in the hint of her chapstick sticking to his lips. Lost in the rhythm of their tongues sliding together. Lost in the feel of her skin underneath his hands and the way he could feel her pulse pound underneath the pads of his fingers.
"What part of 'get naked' don'tcha understand?" He asked, his breath ragged as his hands moved to find the hidden zipper on the dress she was wearing.
"Noah," her admonishment was shallow and weak, followed by an obvious moan the second he made contact with the newly exposed skin of her bare back. "I can't even put into words how happy I am you're home early, but tonight is Kurt's party." She detached herself enough where she could look into his eyes, but not enough to keep either of them from having their hands on the other. "I need to get ready or I'm going to be late."
"I'm just helpin' ya get ready faster," he reasoned, pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders so the garment pooled at her feet. He groaned in appreciation. "Fuck, I've missed you."
Rachel hiccuped at the sentiment, mostly because it was paired with his urgent touch. She'd spent the entire afternoon thinking about him and wanting nothing more than for him to be home so they could do exactly what he was proposing, but she had made a promise to her friend. Noah knew all about it, too, as he'd joked more than once about not being sorry one bit that he was going to miss the party courtesy of his profession. He got along with her friends well enough, but even after years together, they both preferred to spend their time alone with one another.
"You know this isn't helping." Her head fell back even though her words had surprisingly managed to come out as firm as she'd meant them. "Kurt will kill me if I'm late."
"I'm not scared of Hummel," he stated defiantly, maneuvering her by the press of his lips until she'd stepped back so much that her back hit the wall. He dipped his tongue into the hollow of her neck, feeling her pulse skip through the thin flesh. Slowly, his right hand dropped from her hip, rounding over her perfectly taut ass and tickling the underside to encourage her leg to lift. She complied without protest, causing Puck to grin. "Let's see if we can't find this new tat."
Rachel released a shallow laugh, tightening her leg's hold around his waist. "Are you spying on me?"
"Don't need spies when the whole damn world is watchin' your every move," he reminded her, pride in his tone before it lowered temptingly, "And I like the way you move."
"If I hadn't been thinking about you and this all afternoon, I wouldn't let you bed me with such a lame line."
"Who said anything about a bed?" Puck swallowed her whine when he made his intentions much clearer than his words. Their bed was way too far away and he'd waited long enough. He could feel the heat radiating from her core and hoped she wasn't exaggerating when she said that she'd been thinking about this as much as he had. He was well beyond the point of being patient enough for a lot of foreplay, and he needed her to be just as eager to get on with the show.
His tongue rolled languidly over hers once more before he pulled away, his lungs filling with a much needed breath of air. He'd intended to plunge right back in once his oxygen level wasn't as dangerously low, but his intentions were sidetracked by the feel of her silky smooth skin. She was a knockout and deserved more than a quickie in the foyer of their apartment; even if she did seem like a willing participant, the least he could do was be gentlemanly enough to remove her underwear instead of just pushing it to the side.
"Noah," she hissed, her eyes fluttering down to watch his reaction when he dipped down the wide, lacey band of her panties.
"Fuck," he drawled, letting the piece of fabric fall while his eyes stayed trained on what had been hidden underneath. He dropped to his knees, his thumb brushing over the small spot gently as he noted the slightly pink edges and how harsh it seemed against the contrast of her beautiful, tanned skin. She'd chosen what he'd considered one of the hottest spots for a tattoo, so low on her hip that it was more in the pelvic area than not. And as if that didn't make it obvious the tattoo was meant for his eyes only, then the inked #20 certainly proved that it was all for him.
Rachel hiccuped into the resulting assault, his lips fusing to the underside of her knee, her inner thigh and then to the spot she needed him most. Her legs weakened under the animalistic hold he had on her, her eyes shut tight as he sucked on her tender bundle of nerves and only opening again when he continued his climb back to his feet. She managed to pry his shirt off while he undid his pants, the garments falling to his ankles while he pushed her back against the wall.
"Mine," he growled, hoisting her up and onto him in nearly the same second. Her hot giggle did shit to his head, making him act even more possessive than he'd already felt. This was exactly why none of the other guys gave him shit for not fucking around on the road. They knew Rachel was beautiful, sexy, hot, edgy, smart, classy, strong … every God damn glowing adjective he could think of. And she was his. "Always."
She hummed her affirmation, her arms curling around his neck as their pace grew more erratic. Her head tipped back a little, her mouth opening on a gasp when he rocked against her just right. She cried out when he did it again, and again, and again before running his teeth over the column of her throat. She felt herself shiver right before her insides started to melt, his name dripping from her lips like honey as they each came undone.
"Shit." His head fell with a heavy thud against the wall, his breathing labored and his hold on her loosening with each hard exhale. As soon as her feet were on the ground, though, Rachel made a move to leave and fuck that noise. "Where ya think you're goin'?"
"As I'd explained before you mauled me," she began with a teasing lilt, everything else about her making it quite clear she hadn't minded the change of plans at all, "I need to get ready for Kurt's party. Now that I have to add a shower, I'm certain to be target for an evening of ridicule."
"So skip it," he suggested, pushing her back against the wall and between his arms. Her eyes got all judgmental, but they were still kind of hazy from the sex, so he rolled with it. "Or let's shower together."
She giggled lightly, his expression so earnest. "To save time the way you 'saved time' by helping me undress? A mere 10 feet from the doorway, I might remind you."
"I know. I can't believe you let me 'bed' you so easily," he mocked, using air quotations just like she had to add to it, though it gave her the opportunity to sneak away from him.
"Today or five years ago?" She joked lightly while making her way to the staircase.
"S'been awhile, hasn't it?"
She stopped on just the first stair, turning at the wonder in his tone. She was surprised to see he wasn't focused entirely on her still-naked frame. Instead, he seemed completely lost in thought, which actually made her heart beat faster than if she'd caught him ogling her. As did the intensity in his eyes when he neared her, his hands taking hers before she bent down to brush her lips across his. It was meant to be a chaste kiss, a physical reminder that she never took him or the emotions he allowed her to see for granted. But, as per usual with him, things started to get out of hand quickly.
"Baby," Rachel whined, nearly stomping her foot in frustration as her hands steadied themselves on his shoulders. Why did he have to come home tonight? "I have to go."
"No, stay," he pleaded, dropping kisses between her chest and wrapping his hands over her lithe waist. "Kurt sucks."
"It's not just Kurt," she reasoned. "Everyone will be there. Finn and Santana flew in, my fathers said they'd been invited." She shook her head. "I still haven't figured out why Kurt is throwing such an extravagant party, but he rarely needs a reason so …"
"It's for us."
Rachel blinked, though her confusion was lost on him as he continued to meander tantalizingly down her body. "Excuse me?"
"The party's for us," he repeated, his eyes moving off her new tattoo and locking with hers just as his grin started to emerge. "So, see. We can be as late as we want."
"W-wha … why on Earth do we need a party?
"Fuck if I know." He shrugged casually, lacing his fingers with hers and tilting his head back even more so he could watch her more clearly. "I just told the dude we should all hang out if you said yes and things spiraled out of control."
The silence in the space was deafening and Puck prayed she couldn't feel his hands shaking. He'd hoped because he'd been planning this for so long that he wouldn't have been so nervous, but no such luck. Everything he'd never known he'd always needed rested entirely on the next thing she said, and he swore time stood still just to test whether or not he actually would pass out. Leave it to him be take on seven-foot-plus guys on the court every day without so much as batting an eyelash and instead be intimidated as fuck standing in front of a 100-pound theater chick.
"Say yes?" She asked, thinking she'd misheard or misunderstood what he was trying to tell her. He couldn't possibly be implying what she thought.
"I know ya get to ask me a question for the new tat, but I've been meaning to ask you one for awhile now." His thumb toyed with her ring finger, wishing he'd been smart enough to get the ring from its hiding spot upstairs before she'd gotten home. "Will you marry me?"
Rachel felt her heart stop, her breath caught in her throat. Kurt had been planning this party for months, which meant Noah had been planning this for months. Every random conversation they'd had in the recent past regarding marriage and prenups and just everything. It had all been leading up to this. "The party … is an engagement party?"
"Well that kinda depends on you," he reminded, wondering how his voice got so soft. Or maybe it just sounded soft over the thunderous beat of his heart.
"You said you didn't want to attend."
"Well, I don't," he confessed, frustrated at the amount of time it was taking her to get to the point. "I still say we celebrate in the shower beforehand. Ya know, if you want to … celebrate."
"Of course I do!" She rushed, realizing she hadn't given him an answer. Yanking him forward as she moved closer, her lips crashed against his in an effort to express just how much she wanted this; she'd been thinking about it all day - more and more since he started talking about it months prior. One night between them hadn't been good enough, and she was fairly certain one lifetime wouldn't be enough either. But it was a good start. "Of course. Yes!"
The weight of the world lifted off his relatively broad shoulders, his anxiety instantly replaced with his typical swagger. "I'm pretty sure that was to the big question, but where exactly did we land on the shower sex?"
Rachel rolled her eyes but felt her beaming smile twist uncommonly, the twinkle in her eyes no doubt shining bright before she winked and turned to start walking up the stairs. "Why don't you follow me and find out?"
Puck chuckled deeply, hesitating in his climb to chase after her only to growl, "Game on, Berry."