A/N: Alright, chapter three my darlings. Thank you all for the favorites and alerts, makes me wanna write this faster for you guys!

Dis: I don't own anything! As usual.

How to have your world rocked

He laughed at her sappy romantic side, and that's what made her realize Puck was great for a distraction, but he would probably never be the one to be her steady someone. Still, that didn't stop her from seeing him.

Allison liked Puck too, she thought he was fun and smart and she even liked his snarky comments that Jenny had come to love so much. He came over some nights for dinner, others nights they went out or over to his house. Mostly Jenny tried to make sure they had company, so he wouldn't kiss her like that again, or more.

"Jenny! Puck's here!" Allison called one night when Jenny had convinced her mom and Ryan to go out. She had no idea how Puck had found out, but there he was now, smirking at her in the doorway.

"Hey! I thought we said tomorrow?" she asked, a little confused.

"Couldn't wait," he said, like it was just that simple and came in with a peck on her cheek. "Going out?" he asked, looking Allison and Ryan over.

"Yes, we're going into town and we're having a nice night out. Looks like you kids'll have the house all to yourselves," Allison smirked, and Jenny felt like her mom was really trying to be the cool mom – which made her feel really uneasy.

"Okay, you ready to go?" Ryan asked, and put his arm around Allison.

"Ready when you are."

They smiled and left the house. The door shut in the same moment as Jenny hit Puck on the shoulder.

"How did you possibly find out?" she asked, glaring at him. But he only grinned in response.

"What? Come on Jen, you know you want me here," he said, and his voice turned deep and husky again. She loved his voice. He had the most amazing voice that made her toes curl, and when he dropped it low like that... Let's just say it wasn't just her toes that responded.

"And what could you possibly have planned for us that would need us to be alone?" she asked, challenging him with a cocked eyebrow. That's when he did it. Looked at her like he was already seeing her naked, pulled her to him and kissed him. It was a kiss that started out as searing hot as their first kiss had ended. He hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his hips and when he nipped at her neck she moaned into his ear.

"Noah, don't," but he didn't stop. He carried her over to the couch, were he sat down and left her straddling him while he rocked their bodies with his intense kisses. Jenny felt like she was going up in flames under the touch of his lips, the burning of them finding its way deep into her body and a glowing warmth spreading through her.

"Jenny," he moaned, his hands feeling their way down her waist and up her back – under her shirt. Their bodies were molding into each other; her hips grinding down over the stretched patch of fabric in his jeans and she knew where this was going even before her mind had caught on. She didn't want to stop. It wasn't like it had been before. She had seen Puck cocky as all hell and she'd seen him sweet as pie with his little sister. She knew what she was getting and she didn't want to stop. "Are you sure?" he mumbled, thinking about Jenny telling him about Chuck, about how she had felt bruised and broken when she'd moved to Hudson. And that had just been a little while ago.

"Puck," she said, breaking away, staring into his eyes until the build of sexual tension was palpable. "I'm sure."

"Oh thank god," he mumbled and started kissing at her neck again. She shivered as he moved his hips up, grinding into her as she ground down and there was something so delicious about the anticipation, the rush of someone new who wanted her and the way his hands seemed to know just the right places to make her skin crawl with pleasure.

It didn't take long before their clothes were off, before his weight on top of her was the only thing in the world apart from the feeling of the couch underneath her and her own mind slipping away as his mouth kept on leaving firey trails along her skin. Jenny could barely think, let alone think of stopping. This was nothing like she had ever felt before. This was pure bliss.

That's what she thought anyway, until something amazing happened. The world grew dim and far, far away. The only thing existing was in fact Noah and herself, his body rocking into hers and the head-spinning, mind-numbing, toe-curling feeling of something building, something about to explode and she couldn't get there fast enough.

Puck, realizing that the girl under him, squirming and eager for more of him, was close, decided to lower the pace. She was almost screaming out his name, begging him to give her the release she was hoping for. He could see the look on her face, her teeth biting into her lip, her fingers curling into his back as her nails pressed into his skin and the moans that left her, low and guttural, well. Puck was having trouble pacing himself.

Then it hit her, like a wave of explosions and her body began trembling under him, her legs locking tightly around his waist and she arched her back while her head pressed against the couch as she cried out his name. He followed closely after, not able to stand the feeling of her any longer. He picked up the pace; something he had been dying to do. And then he, repeatedly, slammed into her and she kept on moaning, his name mostly, and then they collapsed together, completely beaten.

Their sweat covered bodies were clinging to each other on the couch, her head resting on his should and his lips pressed against her forehead as she realized just what she had done. And with who. After a very short time. She closed her eyes and mumbled something she really hoped he didn't hear and then sat up, looking down at him.

Her hair fell over her shoulder in a mess, her smile something that she just couldn't hide and then he opened his mouth.

"How was that for your second time?" he said, and she didn't know whether to laugh or be furious, so she slapped his shoulder, mock-glared at him and then bent to kiss him, nuzzling his bottom lip. She had no intention to speak of this. Ever.

After that, their clothes back on and the sexual innuendos finally out of the way, Puck relaxed a bit more around Jenny. They ordered in and watched a movie, talked some more and then when it was time he kissed her goodnight and went home. To Jenny's surprise, he didn't try to stay over. Or get her in bed again, though technically they hadn't been in bed. Yet.

The couch had been good. The couch had been awesome. Jenny's whole body, inside out, twisted at the thought of what else Noah Puckerman might have up his sleeve to rock her world the same way he had done that night.

As she laid in bed, her mind drifted to earlier that night and she decided she was going to count that as her first time. Chuck Bass could get lost, because Jenny doubted he could ever have made her feel the way Puck did, even if he tried.