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Puck woke up pretty late the next day. In fact, the only reason he even got up was due to the insistent ringing of his cell. He reached for it; eyes still closed, and muttered a groggy "yeah?" into the phone.
"Hey Puck," came a husky smooth voice from the other end of the line. He instantly recognised the voice as Santana's.
"Hey babe," he mumbled (he didn't really do first-name formalities). "What's up?"
"Not much, but Brittany heard from Quinn who heard from Finn that you were alone in the house for the weekend," she practically purred into the phone. "I thought that maybe tonight, I'd come over and... keep you company."
He smiled. It was that easy for him! He didn't even have to tell people he'd be alone, they'd just know from word of mouth. Plus, he hasn't even had to ask for sex for about two years – the ladies just came knocking. He was just about to answer when he saw something on the ground.
Rachel's necklace.
Shit, he remembered. Berry might be coming over tonight.
His inner voice reasoned with him, though. She never said she was coming for sure. And Noah Puckerman never rejects definite pussy over possible pussy. That'd be crazy.
"Uh, let me get back to you on that one, babe. I'll call you later." He didn't even wait for a response before he hung up.
He quickly typed a message to Rachel into his phone.
Change of plans. Busy tonight. Come over tomorrow.
His hand was hovering over the send button, when he paused.
He started to think harder. He's had Santana so many times. In fact, he's pretty sure that the two of them hooking up is just a formality to him at this point. Plus, the bitch threatens and scares away any other chicks that she knows are into him. What the fuck was up with that? Did he really want to encourage her? Because at the rate she was going, he'd end up with no sex opportunities other than her by the end of the month.
But Berry...she was kinda new, and she was good. Like really, really good. And Jewish. Also, she wanted it all to be casual and no-strings, so jealousy of him getting with another chick wasn't even an issue.
Plus, if he had to be honest, he wanted to hear her scream for the first time tonight. His name, definitely.
He quickly deleted the message and typed out a new one.
You coming over tonight or what?
She didn't take too long to reply.
If you want.
Oh, he wanted. But he wasn't about to say that to her. That would give her the control.
Your choice, Berry. If you need to let go of some steam, come on over. And bring something to drink. He added the last part because by the time they were done last night, he was exhausted and parched. Even now, his tongue felt like sandpaper.
Again, she texted back in almost record time.
Sure. You mean alcohol?
He really hadn't, but he considered it.
If that helps get you in the mood... ;)
What time? Man, she was fast at replying.
Whenever. So you're definitely coming?
When he received her response telling him she'd be there at eight, he went downstairs and poured himself a glass of water. As he chugged it down, he looked around the kitchen. It was kind of a mess, but not too bad. There were some clothes in the corner and an empty milk carton on the counter. As he lifted the carton to put it in the trash, he pulled out his phone and typed a message, this time not to Rachel.
Sorry babe, not tonight. Maybe some other time. He didn't expect Santana to reply, she never did when he blew her off. It was kind of her bitchy way of trying to get back at him, but he never really cared too much. It wasn't even like she was really mad at him. He could still have her on her back in seconds, and he knew it.
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He spent a few hours at Finn's house, playing video games and talking about chicks. Finn and Puck had reconciled over their mutual desire to pound Jesse's face in once he abandoned the team.
Finn was having problems with Quinn. He admitted to Puck that they were always fighting, and that he felt nothing for her anymore. It wasn't surprising news, but Puck still patted him on the shoulder in sympathy.
"I don't know," Finn mumbled. "Maybe it'd just be easier if I were with someone like..." He broke off, looking up at his friend in mild embarrassment.
But Puck knew exactly who he was referring to. Fuck, no, his inner voice declared. You are not letting Berry's long, luscious legs wrap themselves around Finn's lanky ass. They belong around you. He was mildly surprised at the possessive nature of his own head, but damn it, that voice was right. He had a good thing going with Rachel. He had a fantastic fuck who never stuck around after sex. And there was no way in hell that he was gonna let her run into Finn's arms and fall in love all over again, because the last time he secretly shared a woman with Finn, it got messy. And there was no way in hell he was just going to stop sexing her up...not for another few weeks at least.
"Dude, Berry's a bad idea." Finn gave him this look of wonder, almost asking with his eyes, how did you know? Puck rolled his at him and continued regardless.
"She's even more high maintenance than Quinn, and she's a total downer on your rep. I mean, you're already kind of in the doghouse with Glee and the whole Quinn's-pregnant thing." He knew that talking about Quinn's baby was a sensitive subject, and maybe he'd touched a sore spot, but he was doing whatever it took to get through to him. Judging by the look on Finn's face, it was working. "Plus, she's fucking crazy," he added for good measure.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. But still, it'd be so much easier if I could just be with her. I kinda...I really like her," Finn stated, the last part almost whispered. But Puck heard it. And damn it, he still didn't even feel the slightest bit guilty for steering him away.
"Dude, just...sleep on it, okay? See how you feel tomorrow." Dude, you got the house to yourself again tomorrow... "Or Monday...it'd be better to wait till Monday."
"I guess. It's just that...I just miss small things, like holding her. One night, when we were going out, she came over to mine and I- I just held her. All night."
"Pussy!" Puck ribbed, but at the back of his head, he realised that although he's done a lot of things to her that Finn never got to do, Finn did things with her that Puck would never get to do.
Like just hold her.
He quickly shook the thought off. He got to do much, much better things to her, and he didn't have to deal with all the sentimental crap like cuddling. That shit's for pussies.
"Whatever, dude. Wanna try playing on Legendary?" Finn asked, his head nodding towards the TV, where Halo's main menu was still displayed.
He saw the clock on the wall beside him, reading 6:45.
"Naw, man. I gotta go. Some other weekend," he said casually, leaving quickly in case Finn had any follow-up questions.
He vaguely heard a "Bye!" shouted from the inside as he stepped out towards his truck with purpose.
You're gonna make her forget about Finn, even just for tonight. You'll make her forget everything but your name.
She walked in at 8pm on the dot, (not that he was checking the time) and he could see her from the corner of his eye from where he sat on the couch.
"Hey, Berry," he said casually, as she stood there, unsure of where to go. He looked over at her and patted the free space beside him, motioning for her to join him.
"Don't you think we should, you know, just go upstairs?" she inquired, even as she started moving towards the couch.
"What's the rush?" he countered with a smile. He saw her open her lips to argue, but interrupted her, facing back towards the TV. "Besides, the film's almost over."
He had no idea what the name of the film was, but he vaguely remembered seeing the ending once. It was kinda soppy, but it had all that romance shit in it, and the leading actor was all sensitive and nice and Puck was willing to bet that all of those things combined would make almost any woman cream. He wanted her in the mood because he was going to make her scream if it took him all night. And he'd definitely be willing to go all night.
He looked at her again, and noticed the bottle of wine in her hand. He smirked and took it from her hands, taking it to the kitchen and taking out two wine glasses. He poured some wine into both glasses, thought about it a bit then added some more into hers. Wouldn't hurt to get her a little tipsy, he reasoned. He brought the glasses back to the couch and handed her the almost-full-to-the-brim one. She eyed it suspiciously, but accepted it from him and started sipping.
He sat down and took a small gulp of his own wine. It was pretty good. Rachel had good taste. He was about to ask her how she had managed to score booze, but decided against it. He wanted to keep the ambiance relaxed, serene.
He spotted her looking over at him, and he turned his head to face her. He shot her a half-grin as she kept her gaze on him.
"How much longer until the movie ends?" she asked him softly.
"Impatient, are we?" he teased, watching her roll her eyes at him.
"No, it's just that I'd rather not spend any more time than necessary here," That kinda stung. "My dad's are gone tonight, and they trust me to take care of the house," she clarified.
Okay, so she was starting to throw him off his game, but he knew he could recover.
"I want a change of rules," he blurted. Subtle, man. Real subtle.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "But...but they're there for a reason."
"Yeah, and some of them are stupid, like me not getting to tongue you, or you not getting naked," he said sharply before sighing. "I need to be able to... you know... get you warmed up."
"But why? You've never had to before."
"And you've never screamed before," he snapped. "And I don't want you doubting my abilities, or thinking that Ben-Israel would have been a better choice. Because, Berry..." he leaned in closer to her, crowding her on the couch before whispering his next words in a low growl.
"I make all my women scream." He could almost see her shiver with excitement.
"I... I always thought that I've been quite vocal," she reflected.
"Not vocal enough, baby," he said, before placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on her neck. His hands moved from her knees to her hips, up the sides of her waist until...
"The clothes need to come off," he exclaimed. He could see that she looked a little worried, and he pulled back to look at her.
"Berry, I swear I'm not going to pussy up and want a relationship with you or anything. I just want to be able to fuck you Puck-style." He knew that his swearing would reassure her that he was only after her physically, and that he wouldn't break the one rule that mattered – no drama, no heartache.
Her look was still unsure, but she rose from the couch and started to walk upstairs. As she walked, she pulled her top up and over her head slowly, and he could see her drop it just outside his bedroom door at the top of the stairs before she disappeared into his room.
When he heard his bedroom door close, he quickly got up and followed her. He felt like a predator stalking its prey as he leapt up the stairs, taking them three at a time.
Fuck yeah! Rules were made to be broken...and I'm gonna have so much fun breaking these.
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