Chapter 4.

Rachel Berry stood outside the Cineplex fidgeting with her purse strap, looking down at her watch once more, it was two forty-five. The text message that Puck had send her had told her to be in front of the movie theater at two-forty, he was five minutes late. She looked up at the theater neon sign and the big black letters spelling out the names of the movies they were currently playing. None of which really stood out to her and wondered again why Puck would ask her to meet him here. Still, she had followed without question when she read the final line of his text. 'Get ready for lesson one'

She had been having vivid daydreams of what his lessons would entail since what had happened in Mike's kitchen and those five little words had sent her mind into hyper-drive. Each thought steamier than the other until she was left a mess of nerves, heated excitement and questions. Would he touch her this time? He really hadn't the other day, he had kissed her, sure, but his hands hadn't really strayed from her face. Just thinking about it sent chills down her spine. He hadn't touched her and he had made her have an orgasm; if and when he finally put his hands on her with purpose, she wasn't sure she will survive it.

Rachel closed her eyes, taking a calming breath, moving past the stray thought. She opened her eyes just in time to see Puck pull up in his beat-up truck. She watched as he parked his car across the street and stepped out of it.

Like a slow motion sequence in a teen romantic comedy, she watched as he walked… no, swaggered across the street. Taking in his snug faded jeans, his black short sleeve fitted tee, the way it hugged his toned arms, making them look even bigger. His face adorned by reflective aviator sunglasses and a knowing smirk as she stared at him.

"Berry!" He acknowledged her, taking her hand in his, pulling her along to the ticket box of the movie theater. "You like scary movies, Berry?"

"Umm, I guess."

Puck nodded, looking at the time schedule before ordering two tickets from the bored-looking teen behind the glass. Pulling out his wallet, he slid a twenty to the boy, taking the move tickets in return. Opening the door with the hand that wasn't holding hers, he allowed her to go before him. "Scary movies are great, you know why?"

Rachel walked beside him as he stopped in front of the concession stand, ordering popcorn and a coke before asking her what she wanted; looking at the section, she asked for a small lemonade and sour patch kids. When he looked at her with a funny look, she shrugged and told him she liked sour and sweet. Shrugging himself, he repeated her order, adding a chocolate bar to the final list. Going for her purse, she was stopped by a shake of his head as he went for his own wallet once more. Letting go of her hand, he took hold of their food while she took their drinks. Rachel followed him, confused by his actions as he led the way to the theater room where they were playing their movie.

Using his shoulder, he opened the door for her once more into the dark room, behind her he quietly told her to go up, to the very last row. As Rachel climbed the stairs, she noticed that there wasn't anyone there but them. Finally reaching the top, she took a seat in an end corner, Puck closely behind her, took the seat next to her.

Getting comfortable, she took the sweets he passed to her, thanking him for buying them.

Puck popped a piece of warm buttery popcorn into his mouth. "No big deal."

"So," Rachel started taking a small sip of her lemonade, enjoying the tart-sweet taste. "What's so great about scary movies?"

Puck looked at her sideways. "They're make-out movies."

He smiled widely when even in the dark he could see a red hue spread across her face. "Even better since it's early in the afternoon, chances are we'll be the only ones here. Think about it, Rachel, you and me in a dark room for the next two hours."

Rachel took another sip of her drink, feeling her mouth go dry at his words. "Is that what we're doing here? Are we going to make out?"

Puck continued grinning at her, balancing his popcorn on his lap, he raised his arms and swung it over her shoulder, pulling her close to his side. "What we're going to do is watch the movie and you are going to relax, got it?"

Rachel nodded, feeling anything but relaxed as she leaned into him. She could smell him, a mixture of cologne and soap and knew he had taken a shower not too long ago. He was warm from the outside heat, making it a perfect combo with the A.C. blasting in the movie theater. She looked forward, smiling when the dancing candy and popcorn came on. Always having enjoyed the cartoons, she thought back to the last time she had been to the movies and realized quickly that she had never been to the movies with a peer, much less a boy, she had always come with her dads.

Just thinking about it made her more nervous, she knew people her age used going to the movies as an excuse to make out, movie and TV shows were littered with the plot point, but having never experienced it herself, she had no idea how it was initiated. The thought just reminded her even more how sheltered from the normal teenage world she was. Out of the corner of her eye she looked at Puck, no doubt he made out in dark movie rooms all the time. She was so out of her league.

Puck turned his face to her, his lips in her hair right above the shell of her ear. "Berry, you're thinking so loud, it's like your brain is screaming. What happened to relaxing?"

Rachel gave up the pretense of watching the previews and looked up at him. "I…you make me nervous."

Puck quirked his lips. "I'm a stud, Rach, of course I make you nervous, it's in the job description."

Rachel took his nonchalant response with amazement. She wasn't sure why his ego still surprised her but it did and while a part of her was annoyed at his easy, carefree 'I'm hot and I know it' attitude, the amusement that always came when she spend time with him overpowered her irritation and she found herself smiling over the exasperation she felt. Her smile slipped off her lips when she realized that her lips were where his focus now laid.

"Rachel." He said in a low, guttural tone coloring his voice that hit her in the center of her belly, warming her up from the inside. His index finger first went to her chin, tipping her head before the digit traced her plump bottom lip, opening her mouth, feeling the moist puffs of air coming out of her parted lips.

"I haven't been able to get you out of my head." He whispered, his mouth close enough to her for her to feel the words. The arm he had around her shoulder trailed up, the hand working its way under her hair, massaging her neck and keeping her close. As if she was really going to move away from him when his voice was warm and delicious and kept her in a trance. "Every time I close my eyes, I see you coming apart in my arms, I hear your voice, the sounds you make. I've jerk off so many times in the last few days thinking about you."

He smiled wickedly as her small blush turned to beet red. He was embarrassing her for sure, but he could see the way her eyes were clouding over, too. "You like that, don't you? Knowing that I've been beating off while thinking about you. I don't just think about that day in Mike's kitchen, Rachel, I think about what we're going to do, too. Where, when and how I'm going to touch you… how you're going to touch me."

Rachel gulped, closing her eyes at his words; she could feel her skin hot and tight. She pictured everything he was saying and craved it. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to feel his skin with her hands. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice when he placed their food on the seat next to his or when he raised up the in-between armrest. She did, however, notice when his hands went to her waist pulling her off her seat onto his lap.

"Noah…." She trailed off, looking around, in the background she could hear that the movie had started, ominous music playing.

"There's no one here but us," He assured. "The movie has started, chances of someone coming in are slim."

Rachel looked around once more and then down at him, his head was tipped back as he slouched on the seat and looked up at her with a challenging smirk. "Be bad, Berry."

Rachel narrowed her eyes at the taunt and got off his lap only to sit on it again, this time facing him fully as she straddled his legs, his smirk turning into a proud smile as his hand caressed the side of her neck, while the other went from the small of her back to lower, pulling her closer.

"Lesson one?" She asked as his hand stayed on her ass, every once in a while squeezing before skating over the end of her skirt.

His grin was wolfish as if he was going to eat her up. She prayed he would.

"The Art of Making Out 101."

His lips danced over hers, the pressure light when she wanted it hard.

"Puck..." She whined as he pulled back, causing him to laugh.

"It's your lesson, Rachel, you can't expect me to do all the work. You want to kiss me, then kiss me."

Rachel looked down at him, realizing he was serious; he was giving her free rein to do what she wanted. With shaky hands she touched his face, tracing his eyebrows, his nose, his laugh lines which showed as he smiled at her exploration. He really was beautiful. Sure he knew he was hot, anyone with eyes could see that, but more than that, he was truly beautiful, deep eyes, firm jaw, lips that made her mouth water. Her hand went up to his shaved head, her short nails lightly scraping the skin of his scalp. She let out a surprised sound when her action cause him to buck his hips underneath her, and she could fell him getting hard under her as his hands that had returned to her waist gripped her tighter. She did it once more, smiling smugly when the reaction repeated.

Puck breathed deeply, lightly moving under her.

Rachel leaned down and kissed each corner of his mouth, then lower to his chin, then his jaw line, taking small nips as she reached his earlobe, taking it between her perfect white teeth, running her tongue over it, feeling powerful as he moaned her name.

Puck tried to let her have her fun, he really did but her teasing was driving him crazy and he wasn't a man known for his patience. Taking his hands off her waist, he clenched her hair between his fingers, dragging her mouth to his. Never waiting for an invitation, his tongue bypassed her lips and sank into her mouth. Savoring the taste of her sweet hot mouth and the candy she had been eating. Eating up her moans with his mouth as he ravished hers, loving the way she started to move on him, it was the sweetest torture he could experience as his jean felt tighter. He continued kissing her, enjoying the way she got over her shyness and let her tongue dance with his while one of his hands went under her top. His finger teased her as he touched the edge of her bra before slipping underneath that, too.

Rachel arched her back involuntary, pushing her breast more firmly into his warm hand as he touched her and wondered why she hadn't let him do this when they were dating. The way his finger circled her nipple until it was a hard nub and tugged on it softly, he was obviously very good at it and she was an idiot to have missed out on this before.

She let out a lustful cry when his hand left her breast, a sound that was replaced with a breathless 'oh', When she realized that in her daze he had raised her shirt out of the way and replaced his hand with his wet mouth, tugging and sucking on her through her bra. She allowed it for a few moments, loving every swipe of his tongue, needing more but also wanting more than anything, his mouth on hers again, tugging him away from her breast, she flattened her mouth to his, moaning into it in appreciation of his taste.

How long they kissed, each other's hands dancing over their clothes, she wasn't sure but she knew when their lips parted, she was out of breath, her skin buzzed and her lips were bruised and tingled.

Taking a few deep breaths she asked. "How did I do?"

She watched as he smiled widely at her and closed her eyes as he pressed his lips to hers. "A++, Berry."

She giggled at the words but stopped short at the ones that followed.

"Ready for extra credit?"