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Turbulence Part 3
"An...us?"
He sighs and closes his eyes. Fuck if he thought shit was heavy before. Time to lay all the motherfucking cards on the motherfucking table right now.
"I'm not doing anything with you that's just going to be a fucking, wham bam the end thing," He explains. "I've waited for three fucking years, fuck, for, like twelve fucking years if we want to be fucking honest, for you to be just Rachel and not Finn's Rachel, and I'm not going to just fuck and flee."
"Oh, so we're fucking now?"
Oops. He kind of got ahead of himself there. (But holy fuck, Rachel saying the word "fuck"? Fuuuuuuuuck.)
"That's not what I meant." He tries to backpedal because his dick is pretty much retreating into itself because she's probably going to chop it off right now and fuck, if he just ruined their moment and shit.
"What if I..." She swallows hard. "Want it to be what you meant?"
Oh?
Oh.
Well then.
"Soo...that's a yes, yes?" A hint of a smirk crosses his face.
Fuck yes, Noah.
She nods emphatically.
He crashes down on her lips again, more urgent, more passionate than before because who needs air, seriously have you felt this girl's lips who needs the fucking oxygen?
Wait. He pulls away again.
"NOAH." She's whining.
"Are you absolutely sure of all this?" He needs her to be sure.
She gives him an annoyed look.
NOAH. STOP WITH ALL THE STOPPING.
"Geez. I just fucking like you. A lot, ok?"
Oh. Well then. Don't stop with the stopping if you're going to say things like that.
She smiles. "Truth or dare, Noah?"
He full out smirks now. "Dare."
"Don't you dare stop any more."
"I'm seriously done now, babe."
She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him into her. It's her turn. He feels her eyelashes against his cheek and he legit shudders because, fuck, she's kissing his jaw, she's sucking and flicking his earlobe with her tongue and fuck,Rachel.
She wraps one leg around him and uses her heel to push his hips hard into hers and he thinks he might have just broken her. Instead, she moans into his neck as she feels him harden against her.
He's not waiting for an invitation anymore; he rips her t shirt up and over her head and fuck yes chicks don't sleep with bras. Her boobs are amazing and he's got one handful and one mouthful and he's teasing and she's moaning and he's groaning and she's groaning and then he nibbles a little bit on her and she gives off this squeaky gasp and he just about comes in his pants right there.
And, oh fuck, she grinds her hips up against him and he really needs to think of something unsexy because basketball shorts and boxers provide no shield against her fucking hips and her friction and those fucking hips.
She thinks she's about to die and go to heaven because Noah is lapping on her breasts like they're water and he's in the Mojave desert and she feels herself ready to rip in two. She wants to, needs to, ease the friction she feels throbbing within her, so she rubs herself against him.
She knew he was good. But she never thought he could get her off just by a few kisses. He hasn't even touched her below the waist and she's about ready to burst. Her fingertips and nails scratch the back of his neck, up to behind his ear as his tongue and hands and fingers and, oh God, Noah, your thumbs, on each and every inch of her chest.
His hand flutters down her stomach and grips her hip, his thumb stroking circles on her skin above the waistband of her underwear, teasing the elastic until she moans, "Please, oh please, God Noah, please..."
He wisps his fingers over her hip, over the curve of her lower back, then back to her hip, down her leg, and slowly rubs his knuckles in between her legs over her panties and, fuck, she is soaked and once again he's about to come for the, like, fifth time in the last 60 seconds because, fuck, Rachel.
She's going to explode. That's it, she's going to rip apart and fly out of her body because he's teasing her to the point of spontaneous combustion and his mouth is still sucking on her but his hand is working magic in between her legs and then he knuckles her bundle of nerves and she falls completely apart, whimpering and breathing heavy and the world lights up in a firey ball behind her eyes.
The absolute best sound in the entire universe is a Rachel Berry orgasm. He decides right then and there that he wants to go deaf so that's the last sound he ever has ringing in his ears. He hasn't even dipped into her panties and touched her skin to skin and she's already climaxed.
He's making it his mission to get more out of her. But first, he needs to scale back a bit and let her ride her high and come down. He eases his touch, he moves back up to her mouth, and he just gives gentle kisses, cradling her face, brushing her hair back as her breathing slows.
He's going to bring that pulse right back up.
When he hears her breath even out, he begins to kiss his way down her chest, down her stomach and pauses to look up at her as he rests his chin on her waist.
She's gorgeous. Stunning. Face is flushed red, hair tousled and sexy, big brown eyes, pupils wide and her lips parted and panting.
"Noah..."
He's gonna make this girl scream, he wants to bring her up and then let her down and bring her right back up even higher. He works his way down her legs, nibbling the back of her knee, rubbing his hand up and down her calf and those legs, fuck, those legs. He trails kisses down her left calf. She needs something, something to hold on to, something to grasp, and for awhile his mohawk, his head, was just perfect but it's out of her reach. So she fists the bedsheets in her hands as he flutters little kisses around her ankle, moving to the other leg and repeating his pattern, working his way back up to her waist.
He slowly guides her pajamas shorts and panties off of her hips in one shot, and nibbles his way around her hip, her thigh, her inner thigh, alternating between kisses and pressure and light and gentle and nibble and then sets to work at giving her a hickey on her inner thigh because he may be gentle, he may be in love (in love, fuck) with Rachel Berry, but he marks his territory and, yes, she moans and groans louder as he sucks on her thigh and he doesn't think he's even been harder in his entire life.
She's still trying to regain feeling in her legs from the first orgasm and Noah already is working on a second. She feels slightly guilty because she's done nothing for him, nothing to him, and he's back on her already but then he sucks on her thigh and a guttural sound that she doesn't recognize as her own voice escapes her throat.
He changes his pressure to light and gentle and he gives tiny kisses as he makes his way up to settle in between her legs, taking a moment to, again, look up at her, questioning her, making sure that it's, yes, ok?
YesohGodyesyesGodyesit'sokpleaseNoahplease.
He flicks his tongue inside of her once, lightly, twice, harder, the third time adding his finger, and he feels her clench around him. She tightens her knees around his head, she tugs at his mohawk, and he begins a pattern of nibbles and sucks and circles and flicks and pumping on her, alternating his tongue and his thumb and, here comes number two, and it's harder and faster and more explosive and she sees shooting stars and fireworks and sunlight courses through her veins as she cries his name over and over again in one breath.
He smiles against her.
She pulls him up by his shoulders, kissing him hard, rolling him over onto his back and straddling him, as she pulls his shorts and boxers down and (fuck yes) he hears an (almost) inaudible gasp when she first sees the size of him.
Yeah, he's kind of awesome in that area.
And then it's all lips and hands and her tongue around his tip and then throat and then he feels back of throat, and then fuckfuckfuck and he has hold her head and stop her because he's going to come and it's not going to be in her mouth, the fuck if he's going to blow it now, he needs to ride it out with her at the same time.
She smiles and hums around him as her tongue draws circles. She loves seeing him completely lose control; it turns her on more than she could imagine.
"RachelRachelRachel, oh My God, God, Fuck, fuuuuuuuck..." He stops her. "Rach, stop, you gotta stop...Oh God."
She looks up at him with innocent doe eyes. "Oh?"
"The fuck's my wallet?" He reaches around on the nightstand until his hand makes contact and he whips out a condom. She grabs it.
"I'll do it."
Fuck does he love this girl.
He rolls her over onto her back and she unrolls the condom onto him. "You sure? Rach...yes?"
"Oh God, Noah, yes, yes." He enters her in one swift moment and stops, leaning his forehead onto hers, locking his eyes on hers.
"What? Noah, why did you stop?"
"I just want to feel you. Just you, nothing else. Just for a moment."
And that's the moment. The moment where everything, her past and her present all make absolute sense and she is determined for her future to be one with him in it.
After that one moment, that one perfect, time stopping, earth shattering moment, it's all push and pull and moans and groans and whimpers and pants and gasps and they both come hard and fast and at the same time and as he collapses onto her afterwards he feels her tears on his cheek.
And it's all just...
Perfect.
***
He's laying behind her with his arm encircling her waist, her back against his chest, both of them in a sweaty and exhausted and glowing tangle. Her legs are tangled around his and she's wearing only his t shirt. She buries her nose in the collar to smell the scent of woods and aftershave and him.
"So, twelve years?" She asks.
"Fuck, Rachel, you think I gave you those flowers in first grade because I wanted to show off?" She swats his arm. "You were so fucking sad, and I just didn't want you to be sad anymore. Fuck if I didn't realize it when I was six, but seriously."
"What made you wait so long?" She asks.
"God. I'm kind of a dick, haven't you noticed? And I fucked up the first time when we dated, and then you've been with Finn so long and you only needed me when it had something to do with him. And I'm not going to play fucking second string to Finn fucking Hudson anymore."
She's quiet, remembering guiltily all the times she used Noah to get back at Finn. Perhaps, she realizes now, there was a little more truth and a little less use in all that. "I'm sorry."
"Don't fucking apologize for shit you can't change."
"But still..."
"Still nothing. I fucked up too, and it's in the fucking past and, fuck, I'll give you a second chance if you give me one."
"Deal."
She snuggles into him deeper and he may just be ready for another round but fuck if he kind of wants to just snuggle with her right now and shut up.
"So now what?" She asks. "Where do we go now?"
"Well, first, we set the deadbolt on the door like we should have before this all started," He says. "Fucking thank Moses that Tina or anyone else didn't come back."
"You go do it."
"Fuck no. You're on the outside, little spoon."
"But I'm so comfy and I don't wanna mooove." She whines.
"You're fucking lucky that you're kinda cute when you whine like that." He gets up to set the deadbolt.
He crawls back into bed with her and pulls her back into his chest. "And now we go the fuck to sleep and at 5am I'll sneak back to my room."
She yawns. "So tired."
"You're welcome."
"You're an ass."
"You fucking love it."
"Maybe."
God, yes.
He kisses the back of her head. "G'night, Rach."
"Night, Noah."
Despite the night's developments, the confessions, the tears, the pleasure, oh God, the pleasure, the Noah Puckerman of it all, Rachel drifts to sleep with a heavy heart, filled with worries of Nationals and college and Broadway and how this new development with Noah will fit into her plan.
She won't give up New York. She almost made that mistake the first time; she's not losing herself again.
***
She sleeps through her alarm at 5am, waking briefly to feel Noah's lips on her forehead as he whispers, "Later." She doesn't remember him leaving the room, but when she opens her eyes at 8am, she sees Tina sleeping in the bed across from her, and a folded piece of paper with a yellow post it note, on the nightstand next to her.
She sits up, rubs the sleep from her eyes and reads the post it first:
"I follow my own path...just might happen to cross yours, babe. -N"
Confused, she opens up the paper and reads:
"Dear Mr. Puckerman, We are pleased to offer you a spot in the Class of 2016 at CUNY, the City University of New York..."
