Authors note: Hey there! Thanks to everyone who has read my story so far. This chapter is abit more… mature to put it mild! It contains a love scene, and maybe some adult content.

P.S. I would love to hear feedback from you, positive or negative. Always nice to know what you guys think. I hope you enjoy the story so far, though I feel as if it is a bit too rushed, not my best piece yet…

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Glee or Puck and Quinn. If I did, I would somehow end up being Pucks new love interest!

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Merely any space between them, Quinn's eyes were to the floor, he could hear the rapid speed of her heart, her face so close to his, he could feel her, almost. She moved her fingers to his cheek, brushing gently against his complexion.

This was Quinn. He reminded himself. This was Quinn who was looking at him like this, looking at him so deeply it made him loose his balance. The lump in his throat was growing tighter, and the ache in his chest was becoming infuriating. Why did he shiver? Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? Oh, Quinn. Her icy stature somehow melted. She felt warm to him.

She slid her fingers in between his, and studied there hands being connected, smiling, holding on tighter. She maybe vulnerable right now, she maybe a little hurt, but she burned, all this hurt she felt earlier was somehow replaced with this feeling she had never truly experienced before.

She looked up to meet his eyes, he was staring straight pass her, she leaned her self against him, the warmth of her breasts radiating through the thin fabric of there clothes.

Heat proliferated rapidly inside her. She breathed in as her heart picked up pace.

"Quinn…" He was breathless, too. She was satisfied with the result.

She kept her eyes on his lips, remembered the first time she had touched them, the taste, the rush. She faintly wanted to touch them again, wanted to push her lips to his. She could still hear the rain outside. It hadn't stopped raining. Her hair was still wet from running through the rain, previously. She let her hair down, took her hair band out, and he ran his fingers through her blond locks, pressed his cheeks against her hair; not in a million years did he ever think he could propose such a gesture, and be this intimate, with Quinn.

His arm around her waist, she breathed in his aroma, pressed her cheek on his neck. Nothing could ever feel this good to Quinn. Her life seemed to have lost some control, nothing felt right, and nothing felt good. Right now, with Puck, she felt good. She needed to feel good, feel him.

"Do you remember the first time you kissed me?" The question escaped her lips, without thinking. Her head rested on his shoulder, "Do you, Puck?"

He tensed. He remembered. How could he forget the feel of her lips? They were both younger, and the kiss was quick, it was a dare they did in school camp. The boys had snuck into the girls cabinet, and played "truth or dare."- He had never been so breathless before, that's why he kept a distance from her. He was no good for her, and he wouldn't spend his days worrying about a girl who made him fall short out of breathe- he had to much pride for that.

"Yeah. I remember." He answered, memories of the dare replaying in his mind, over and over.

"How come you ignored me ever since? I mean not even a single glance. You just walk right pass me everyday." She sighed.

"Does it matter?"

She lifted her head, looked straight at him. "It matters." Narrowing her eyebrows, a million questions in her eyes, "it always mattered." She continued, closing her eyes, she pressed her forehead on his, feeling her gentleness he could not handle her touch anymore. It was overwhelming. He had touched other girls before, many times, he had made love to them, he got the pleasure, but never the full satisfaction he got now with a simple touch from Quinn.

Would she allow him a touch? He wondered.

The back of his fingers brushing her cheek, she became restless in his embrace.

Her lips, so close to his, she could breathe in the oxygen he released. So close, she could steal a kiss.

Their eyes shut, the gentle sound of the rain strained in the thud of there heart beat. She moved in mysterious ways, through the day, through the night, and into the entrance of his heart.

Her body trembled with this anticipation. Overpowering her. He tried to study her body language, her lips moving so close to his, he finally pressed his lips upon hers, and teasing the sweet taste he had become fond of, slowly loosing conscience. Her lips warm, suttle and tender on his. Picking up the speed of his heart, as his mind lost all concentration and sense.

She kissed him back. This sudden embrace taking over her. Desperate for air, oxygen, and coolness. He ran his fingers across her cheeks, searching through the softness, and moving his lips smoothly against hers, more intimate.

He stroked her arm. Everything faded, everywhere, entranced by her. He kissed her cheek, eyelids, tip of her nose, and chin. Appreciating each moment, each feeling, and every part of her brought. She shivered. His ice queen shivering, fresh with rainfall upon her skin, tasted the rain.

Feeling his lips on her flooded her soul with emotions, boiling over her like the suns atmosphere, glistering in heat, unexplainable. Her breast rose with this warmth, as it perceived lower. Her heart would explode in any moment, she was sure. His lips felt so good upon hers.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the buttons of his shirt. He froze. "Quinn." He said, short of breath, "Did you want to…" He was confused, looked straight in her eyes, reading her hazel eyes, knowing what she wanted. She nodded her head. "My first kiss. My first…" She looked at him, making him more nervous. She had never done this before, unlike him. He would be gentle, that's for sure. He moved back, finding a quilt, or something for them to lay on. He wanted this experience with Quinn more then anything else.

Slowly, they undressed each other, taking in consideration every part of their skin. She pressed herself against him, bare with nothing but an open soul. There lips intertwined, as heat escalated to deeply against her, feeling his hands moving, exploring her body.

Never would he have thought, Quinn would grow up to be so beautiful. Childhood always pinned them against each other. Struck by her beauty, he felt her hands on his back, as he felt her warm, needing to feel him- his lips on hers, he pressed himself within her, slowly, into her secret place.

She inhaled the pain that the first time brought. Stimulating inside her, she gasped, moaned as she caught with his rhythm, and drowned in his embrace, skin on skin, his muscles retracting against her. Moving sensually against her. Her body responding to every move in anticipation. He was so beautiful, watching him in a way she had never seen before.

She moved in mysterious ways, into the night, and onto his heart, she rested upon the faint muscle of his chest, listening to his pulse, as she rested against him bare. Kissed his shoulder, and feeling light.

~She's the way - She turns the tide
She sees a man, inside the child
Yeah~

His words light on her heart. He was her new rainfall, easing her soul.

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End of flash back.