As Noah waved the waitress over, he stared contentedly at Rachel as she ate her ice-cream. He watched the way her lips moved delicately, and wondered … Stop that he, scolded himself, she's a nice girl, take things slow.
Noah payed the bill, after refusing to let Rachel pay; he wanted to be a gentleman. He escorted her to his car and opened the door for her. He offered her his hand to help her into the car, she'd had a glass of wine and was a little unsteady on her feet.
He couldn't help but stare at the way her ass shimmied as she clambered into the car. He took a deep breath as he walked to his side of the car.
As he pulled his seat belt over his shoulder, he turned his head to find the plug and met a set of soft, sensuous lips. They were eager and ravaged his own with such passion it was delightful. He returned the favour fervourously, becoming engulfed in the moment. Before he knew it, Rachel was sat in his lap – his seat belt now forgotten about – as they continued.
She twisted herself around to straddle Noah. She reached for his abs – God, they were smooth – and slid her hand further south. She reached his jeans, and she could feel the hardness straining beneath them. As she undid Noah's belt and unzipped his jeans, he began to push her away.
"No, Rach. You deserve better than a fumble in a car. And you need more time … to get over Finn …" Noah trailed off as Rachel continued.
Once he was spent, the two of them sat in the car, breathless.
"Wow, Rach. Do you wanna come back to mine?" Puck asked her.
"Ummm, yeah, sure." Rach replied, giggling.
Rachel stared happily at Noah as he drove them both to his house.
