Author's Note: It almost feels wrong to do this given the news, but I made a promise. So, here we go.
Month 3
New York was awesome. But, sometimes, it sucked. Like when it was so hot his balls were sticking to his legs and he'd been walking for what felt like years because that seemed better than sitting in a sweaty cab going nowhere, talking to some foreigner about the weather (just reminding each of them that they were sweating to death). What sucked worse, though, was that he'd made the trek all the way to the campus only to find out his professor had to cancel class; asshole better be dead or dying because Puck had actually done the homework on time and that shit still didn't come easy to him, especially not when he was still bitter about losing his whole summer by enrolling in the damn program late and needing to catch up for the time lost.
Exhausted, Puck shoved his way through the front door of the apartment building, opting for the elevator because 1) he didn't want to pass out on the stairs and 2) he didn't have Berry clambering in his ear about the health benefits of climbing the five flights. He was super glad he'd gotten her to calm down enough that she didn't spring out of bed to do yoga or whatever the hell, but he still wasn't sure when that girl wasn't working out. NYADA was out on summer break, but Rachel still had rehearsals for the musical plus her extra-curricular dance classes to "keep in shape". Her body was off the hook, but sometimes he got tired just listening about it - usually while eating a hotdog or something equally forbidden in Rachel's nutritional regime (not a diet. Christ, if you make that mistake …).
"Hey, babe," he announced as soon as he opened the door. Kurt and Santana had left for a road trip back to Lima a couple of days ago and weren't expected back for another week or so. "Ya home? I'm fuckin' starved."
It was way too early to think about going out, but he'd expected to pick up dinner after his class was done. The last thing he wanted to do was go out in the heat again in search of food, but he also didn't want to melt in the apartment if he actually convinced Rachel to cook something carnivore-friendly. Rummaging inside the fridge, he found some leftover Chinese food and swallowed some whole before even closing the door. It was so good he actually moaned, grabbing a fork from the drawer and stabbing another bite before meandering toward their room.
"Babe?" He asked again, his mouth half full.
"Noah?" Rachel questioned, her voice tense. "I'm in the restroom."
"Thanks, Magellan." Puck rolled his eyes, resting his back against the metal rods of the headboard. The apartment was huge by New York standards, but there were only a few areas available to be completely out of sight.
"Perhaps you'll be able to help me!" Her voice picked up significantly, though still muffled by the closed bathroom door and the thin veil of their curtained room. "I've been trying to choose the perfect outfit, and I still can't decide!"
Puck groaned, his head falling back against the hard exposed brick. There was some big, snooty party next week for the musical and Rachel had all but demanded he go with her. He was always down for an event that had the possibility of an open bar, but she was already bitching to him about being on his best behavior in front of her peers like he was a Goddamn three-year-old. He'd be cool for her or whatever, but he wasn't going to be stuck talking to any of those losers for longer than a couple of minutes, especially not in a fucking tie. Puck still wished he would have "accidentally" forgotten his nice stuff back in Lima; then again, she'd probably known about the party last month and that was why she'd made such a big deal about him packing it.
"Do you like this one?"
The second he moved his gaze from the ceiling to where he'd heard her suddenly shy voice, he choked. Like, literally. Sweet and sour pork and fried rice lodged in his throat, and he still legit thought about waiting to save his own life just to get a few more uninterrupted seconds of raking his eyes over her body. Even while coughing and gasping in air as he moved the container of food to the bedside table, Puck couldn't help but let every other thought not dedicated to his life flashing before his eyes to go back to Rachel and how good she looked.
Fuck Chinese food. He was going to fill up on her.
"Shit, baby." Puck scooted across the mattress once he was sure he wasn't going to die, his feet resting on the ground the same time his hands grabbed for her hips. His eyes again roamed over her frame, taking in the barely-there lingerie one more time - as if it wasn't engraved in his mind. "This for that party?"
"Don't be silly, Noah." Rachel giggled lightly, then blinked. "I mean, I suppose I could wear something similar underneath whatever outfit I choose for the event. This is quite form-fitting and it supports well and …" She trailed off, blushing a little. "This is for you." Her hands lifted to his shoulders, massaging them lightly as she spoke. "I know you're exhausted between school and work, and I wanted to express just how proud I am and how admirable your dedication is, not to mention your work ethic and maturity since I know this isn't exactly how you probably envisioned spending your summer." She shrugged emptily, as if she knew he'd only heard every third or so word. "I wanted to surprise you."
"If I'dda known, I wouldn't have gone to class."
"Hence the surprise," she answered with a teasing lilt, allowing him to force her into his lap. "I have other outfits to show you."
"This ain't an outfit." He toyed with the lace on the hem as his hands moved from her sides to her ass, massaging/caressing/groping. "It's barely a shoelace."
"It's the most reasonable of the choices," she pointed out, her smile falling from her face when he only growled in reply and pulled her roughly against him.
The weird thing was, lingerie had never been a big selling point for Puck. It's nice and whatever, but usually it's just a pain in the ass to take off and that blows because naked is definitely better than clothed. Plus it costs a ton ass of money, so chicks are always such bitches about ripping it from their bodies - which is stupid since that's exactly what they want to have done when they wear it. Besides, Rachel didn't need any tricks to be the sexiest woman he'd ever been with/seen.
And yet there was something about that moment that felt like it was guaranteed to be the beginning of the hottest night of his life, and it had nothing to do with the weather. It was Rachel and how she'd planned the whole thing. For him. She was prepared to give him a dirty fashion show. They were alone in the apartment. They both were free tomorrow. It was perfect down to the last detail, and he'd been stupid enough only to think about going to dinner and maybe catching a late game on ESPN with her snuggled at his side pretending to understand/care. She was definitely the brains of the operation, and he was going to prove just how grateful he was about that fact.
"I'mma fuck you so hard." She gasped at his words, creating an even deeper need in him. For all her monologues and diatribes and just words, they hadn't really delved into the world of dirty talk yet outside of an occasionally breathy plea or desperate whimper. That meant he wasn't quite sure where the line was (read: no safe word), but that was going to change. Now. "You want that, baby? Tell me you want it."
Rachel shivered, hiccuping a little when he rocked their hips together. She fisted the fabric of his shirt, her head falling forward a bit when he didn't let up. Every inch of exposed skin was explored with wanton touches, her mouth opening and closing several times before she finally whined, "So badly, Noah."
"Say it. Say you want me to fuck you so hard that it'll hurt to walk."
If his words seemed harsh, then his hands were downright aggressive, pulling and pushing at the enticing piece of clothing in an effort to get her naked as fast as possible. He wasn't exactly swimming in cash these days, but when he tore the back of the lingerie down the middle and peeled it from her frame, he knew it would be worth any amount of money he'd owe her. The way she'd cried out in pleasure and mewled her affirmation was damn near priceless.
"You like it rough, don't ya, baby? It get you wet?" She whimpered as he stood, gripping her body to his tightly before flopping her down to the bed. She was like a ragdoll, but one that was totally down for playing any game he wanted. "You're soaked. I can see it."
She looked over her shoulder at him, sex in her eyes. "It's for you, Noah. Always."
He groaned at her words, the sweet voice somehow possessing an edgier tone than normal, which drove him crazy. Less talk, more action. Within seconds he'd removed his clothes and was yanking her to the edge of the bed by her hips. He'd always been a legs man, but with Rachel's ass on such fine display, it was impossible not to appreciate the whole package (which she had). "You want it like this baby?" She moaned in reply. "Tell me why."
Rachel's head fell to the bed, shaking a little - just like her legs, like she was desperate to get on with it. "Deep," she choked out a millisecond before Puck entered her. "F-fuck," she stuttered, causing him to really go crazy. "You're so big ... so deep this way."
Legit, the sex between them had already been off the charts, but he was about to embarrass himself. Rachel's mouth was capable of provoking a lot of different emotions in him - do the words no gag reflex mean anything to you? - but to hear the downrightfilth coming from those perfect pouty lips was too much. Even later when she'd go back to talking about the environment and other shit he didn't really care about, Puck knew he'd always be thinking about this moment and remember it was worth it.
"Come, Rach," he demanded through gritted teeth, using her hips as leverage while he pounded into her just in case she wasn't as close as he was. His thrusts were fervent, the same as the loud, piercing call of his name from her lips when she came undone. He followed directly behind her, losing vision slightly before collapsing to her back and then forcing them both to their sides while he rode out his euphoria.
"Wow."
He chuckled slightly at her breathless astonishment, his head craning backward followed by his one arm as he reached for the discarded container of food. He dumped a few bites into his mouth, chewing slowly while his breath regulated. He'd offered the small box to her, but she just scrunched her nose in disgust before slowly picking herself up off the bed.
"Ya better eat somethin'. You're gonna need your strength."
"Noah," she chastised lightly, wobbling a little as she started toward the restroom - fucked her so she couldn't walk straight. Score.
"I don't know how many of those little outfits ya got in there, but I'mma rip 'em all off ya, babe."
Rachel blushed at that comment, and he kinda dug that he could still provoke such a reaction - especially after what they'd just done, not to mention the countless other less-than-innocent moments they've had since being together (and maybe even some from beforehand). It was nice, too, that she could still look at him with nothing but love in her eyes even after such a lust-fueled encounter; there was no love hidden behind anything that just transpired, as evident by the darkening marks appearing on her hips.
He almost felt bad about that. But, then he remembered they were just bruises. They'd fade eventually, even if memories of that night never would.
