a/n: holy shit! 95 reviews for 3 chapters! that absolutely blows my mind. and your reviews are amazing! i know i've literally bitched and begged and pleaded for them but they seriously keep me writing. just knowing that this story has gotten such a response this early fills me with so much happiness, i can't hold it in! so anyway, i will first apologize that this chapter is so damn long. however, this chapter contains the first Smuckleberry of the story, the first of many to come, so i hope you all think the length is worth it. please tell me whatever pops into your head about this story, what you like, what you hate, what you'd like to see happen, all of that! please keep reviewing. i try to respond to most of them but i apologize if yours gets skipped. don't let that stop you from telling me what you think. i love seeing everyone's reaction. oh yeah, apparently everyone loved ethel! wasn't expecting that. i'll see if i can get her back in some later chapters if you guys want. she was a lot of fun to write. as always, your reviews kick ass so keep them coming! without further ado, the Smuckleberry!...i don't own glee
"I can't figure out what he meant by that. What in the hell does that even mean? 'Ball's in your court', how is the ball in my court? Does he expect me to call him? I can't call him without a number, and he's talking like he's already given it to me! He's so infuriating! What am I supposed to do? Maybe he doesn't want to see me again. Maybe this is how he's telling me. I thought he would at least have the balls to tell me he wasn't interested. God, this is just like high school all over again. Was I reading too much into his signals? What is it about me that…" Rachel had started ranting the second they'd walked into the apartment. Santana sat down on the couch and watched as Rachel paced the living room. She understood completely where her friend was coming from but she was seriously getting tired of hearing the same phrases over and over again.
"Berry," she shouted. Rachel stopped where she was and turned towards Santana, a little stunned that she'd said her last name. "Shut up, please! You've got to stop pacing because I'm getting dizzy. First of all, don't give me that bullshit about him not being interested. I saw you two all night long and there were a couple times when I thought you guys were about to strip each other down on the dancefloor. You're both interested and you know it. Second of all, stop second-guessing yourself. It's annoying. You can out-perform anybody on any stage on the planet, in your sleep! You're Rachel fucking Berry, bitch. Now, do you want this guy or not?" Rachel, without thinking about it at all, replied instantly,
"Yes." As soon as the word left her lips, she cupped her hand over her mouth. Santana raised an eyebrow from her place still on the couch.
"Alright then, now we're getting somewhere. Rachel fucking Berry goes after what she wants and doesn't let anything or anyone get in her way. Now are you, Rachel Berry, going to let some stupid thing like a phone number get in your way?" She stopped long enough for Rachel to shake her head. "I didn't think so! Now you'll figure this out because why?" Rachel blinked a few times and then answered meekly,
"Because I'm Rachel Berry?" Santana shook her head and got up from the couch, stalking toward Rachel with her arms across her chest.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you from the noise that some wimp was making. Care to repeat that?" Rachel squared her shoulders at Santana's advance and planted her feet firmly on the ground.
"Because I'm Rachel fucking Berry bitch!" Santana started laughing when she heard the statement come from Rachel's mouth. It was hilarious whenever Rachel brought out her actual diva mode, as long as it was being directed at someone else. Technically, it wasn't directed at Santana, just in her general direction, so it was okay for her to laugh. Rachel was actually kind of scary in diva mode.
"Damn right!" Rachel couldn't help laughing at their little shoutfest and walked over to sit down on the couch. She giggled as Santana sat down next to her. She waited a few seconds before she grabbed her phone and started checking her text messages.
That's when it hit her. Puck had been acting like she already had his number. Maybe she did.
Puck woke up on his couch. He'd been so tired when he got home from breakfast that he passed out as soon as his front door shut. He was glad that the club wasn't open on Sunday and Monday nights. It gave him a chance to sleep, or sleep around usually. He sat up and realized that he was still in the same clothes from the night before, and he seriously needed a shower. He walked into his bedroom, pulling clothes off along the way, arriving conveniently naked in the bathroom. When he stepped into the shower, groaning a little at the soreness in his muscles from sleeping on the couch, his thoughts started drifting back over the night.
From the second Rachel had stepped into his office with Tina and Santana, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. The way she danced with him, the way she both ignored and reciprocated his little comments, the way she smiled at him when no one else was looking, even her laugh, it all kind of drove him crazy. During breakfast, he'd made every little comment possible to get a rise out of her. She would either brush him off completely, which just made him more determined to get a reaction, or she would hit him back with a biting retort that had him adjusting himself and laughing at the same time. When they'd started a conversation about Santana being a freelance photographer, he couldn't help asking Rachel if she'd ever had nude photos taken. He saw the shock on everyone's faces, Rachel's included, and he'd had to move his leg to prevent another kick to the shin from Mike. But then, Rachel had just grinned and said of course, that it was important for her as a serious actress to be comfortable in her body. Puck nearly choked on his cheeseburger.
And with that memory firmly implanted in his brain, along with what his imagination could drum up fairly easily, Puck leaned his head against the wall of his shower, stroking himself to climax. He turned the hot water off completely.
When he stepped out of the shower a few minutes later, he slung a towel low on his hips and walked into the bedroom. He'd just pulled a t-shirt over his head when he heard his phone ringing in the other room. He figured it was Mike so he let it go to voicemail and kept searching for some sweatpants that he knew he'd left somewhere on the floor, or in the closet, or the dresser…somewhere. His head popped up when the phone started ringing again. That wasn't Mike. Mike wouldn't just call back like that, he'd leave a message telling him to pick his damn phone up and call him back. Puck walked back into the main room of the apartment and found his phone buzzing and ringing on the coffee table. He picked it up and smirked, not recognizing the number.
"Hello?"
"You smug little bastard." Puck laughed and punched the air in front of him in victory with his free hand. She figured it out!
"Well, that didn't take long. How'd you figure it out?" Rachel laughed darkly on the end of the line.
"After your little sports euphemism this morning, I couldn't help wondering why you would act as if I had your number unless I did in fact have it. I also remembered your comment at The Village. Looked in my contact list and I couldn't recall knowing anyone by the name of Puckzilla. Please tell me you don't actually refer to yourself by that name." Puck chuckled and walked back into his kitchen with the phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear.
"I couldn't make it too easy on you. Had to give you something that would keep you occupied for a little bit." He could hear her laughing as he opened his refrigerator and pulled the orange juice carton out and downed what little was left. "So, other than letting me know you found my number, did you need something?" He immediately hated the way he sounded as soon as the words left his mouth but Rachel just made some noise that sounded like a snort but more adorable and…god did he really just think her snort was adorable? What the fuck?
"Not really," she replied. "I just felt the need to let you know that you're very rude for going through my phone and then playing some stupid little game with me. I don't play games Noah." Puck quirked an eyebrow, a little stunned by the lighthearted tone of her voice coupled with the seriousness of her words.
"If you don't play games, Rachel, then what do you do?" The giggle he heard in reply was ominous, and sexy. How the hell did she do that?
"I win of course." And the line clicked dead. Well shit, he thought, I need another cold shower.
Across town, Rachel had just closed her phone and reclined back against the pillows on her bed. She fingered her hair that was still wet from her shower and smiled to herself. She stared up at the ceiling for a second and then said aloud, "Game on, Puckzilla." Closing her eyes, she quickly fell asleep with a certain uncharacteristic smirk adorning her face.
A few hours later, Santana jumped on her bed and woke her up yelling something about a letter she'd received in the mail. Rachel just rolled over and did her best to ignore her best friend. She was just so tired. Santana wasn't having any of it. She just grabbed her shoulders and started shaking until finally Rachel sat straight up in her bed.
"What?" she yelled as she rubbed her eyes against the midday sun pouring into her room.
"I got the contract!" Rachel just shook her head and blinked a few times. She didn't have any idea what Santana was talking about.
"What contract San?" Santana thrust the letter out in front of her with the widest of smiles on her face.
"A month ago, I sent my portfolio to Heretical Models, that alternative modeling agency. They want to sign me on as one of their head photographers. The letter says they liked my work so much, I don't even need an interview. I just have to call and let them know if want it!" Santana looked so excited as she continued. "I'll get to schedule shoots, be the creative director in the editing process, talk with the designers and the models about the ideas I have for the shoots, they'll work with me on scheduling so I'll still be able to do my freelance work whenever I want to. I wonder if I could get Tina to pose for me. I know she isn't interested in modeling but I can't get over her bone structure. It could be just for my personal stash, like when I did your nude shots. I need to talk to her about that. I can't wait 'til our date tonight so I can tell her. Holy shit, I've gotta call my mom, your dads, everyone! This is huge." Rachel just giggled at her friend. She'd never seen her so bouncy and excited about a job before. It made her happy. She waited until she calmed down a little bit, at least enough so that she stopped jumping on the bed and finally sat down beside her before she said anything.
"Does this mean that I have to pay for my headshots now?" Santana started laughing again and pushed her lightly with her shoulder.
"Pffth, you don't pay for anything diva. You know that. That's never gonna change, no matter how much of a big-shot I become." Rachel laughed with her friend and leaned back against the pillows again. She looked over at Santana, the smile still on her friend's face making one appear on hers as well.
"So, remind me again why you even sent your portfolio to that agency in the first place?" Santana sat up and crossed her legs in front of her as she started to explain.
"Well, the other agencies I've worked for are so rigid in their aesthetics and it always annoys the hell out of me. Alternative modeling agencies are freer with everything. The models have piercings and tattoos, they're plus-size, they're just different and I like that. Plus, I could never get bored with them. It's an insanely creative environment and I think it'd be good for my work to immerse myself in that for a while. Plus, I get commission on every photo that I work on, not just the ones I actually take. And these photos are used everywhere! But I really wanna work with something different and this is where I'll find it." Rachel smiled even brighter as Santana looked wistful for a moment before turning to face Rachel on the bed. She tried to cover it up but Rachel saw the faraway look in her eyes.
"Speaking of different San, Tina's different isn't she?" Santana's eyes got really big and she covered her face with her hands.
"I really like her Rach. Like, really like her. She knows who she is and she's completely comfortable with herself. That's really rare to find in people. It's stupid, I know we just met like the other night but I can't help myself. She's nothing like what I normally go for, and that just makes me really excited because I have no idea what to expect with her. I like the way she dresses, and the way she laughs, and the way she is with Puck and Mike. She just, I don't know." Rachel grinned and patted Santana's knee.
"Aww San, she's the Joanne to your Maureen!" Santana laughed and shook her head, rolling her eyes in the process.
"Seriously? You have to turn everything into a musical reference don't you?" Rachel just nodded cheekily. "Does that mean that Puck is the Danny to your Sandy? Or the Tony to your Maria? Or the Raoul to your Christine? Or-" Rachel put her hand over Santana's mouth to shut her up.
"Okay! I get it already. Am I really that annoying when I make musical references?" Santana shook her head and laughed when Rachel removed her hand from her mouth.
"You don't normally make that many in a row though. I was just trying to make a point. Puck wants in your pants and you want in his. Besides, you two look hot together. It's criminal that you haven't jumped each other yet." Rachel's mouth dropped in shock as she stared back at Santana.
"I met him barely two days ago San! I'm not just going to jump in bed with some random guy. I can control my urges." Santana snickered under her breath and muttered,
"Doesn't mean you should." Rachel hit Santana's knee again. "What? I'm serious Rachel. And he's not a random guy either. Besides, I'd like to think after this morning that we're all friends now anyway. There's no reason you can't add benefits to that relationship." Rachel huffed a sigh and laid back against her pillows on her back.
"I don't want a 'friends with benefits' situation San. I want to find the Tony to my Maria, no matter how cheesy that is. Puck seems like he would do fine as a one-night stand but I'm not interested in one night. I want a leading man, and I just don't think he's up for the part." Santana sighed and got up from the bed, noticing how tired Rachel still was from their night and morning out. She leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
"Sleep Rach, I'll wake you up when I get hungry." Rachel hit her playfully on the arm and rolled over on her side, sinking a little deeper into her bed as Santana left her room and shut the door.
Out in the hallway, Santana took her phone out of her pocket and text Mike.
*think puck can be a leading man?*
Mike stood in front of Puck's apartment door and laughed at Santana's text message. He quickly keyed his response with a smirk.
*he's gonna learn real quick*
He knocked on Puck's door and waited for it to open. He and Tina had already decided that Puck's jealousy would be their best bet. Puck never did share very well, ever since grade school. If he considered something his, nobody else touched it for fear of getting their fingers broken. And by the way Puck's arms and eyes had been all over Rachel the night before, he could tell Puck definitely considered her off-limits. He knocked again impatiently and briefly wondered if he should've worn a cup. Puck had been known to get violent when he thought his territory was being invaded. Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal Puck standing there with a bowl of cereal in his hands. His brows furrowed as he stared at Mike for a second.
"Didn't I just see you?" Mike just laughed and pushed into the apartment, plopping himself down on the couch. Puck stood there by his open door and looked at Mike. With a shrug of his shoulders, he shut the door and sat down on the other end of the couch and continued eating his cereal. Mike started flipping through the channels on the TV, watching Puck out of the corner of his eye and waiting until he had the perfect bite in his mouth.
"So I'm gonna ask Rachel out." He didn't get the reaction he was hoping for, which would've been Puck spewing cereal everywhere. But Puck did snort, which made him suck a little bit of cereal back in his throat and start to choke. Mike patted him on the back, knowing that as soon as Puck was able to function again, he was gonna castrate him.
"The fuck," Puck growled, taking in a few shallow breaths and giving his best friend a glare that had stopped many a men dead in their tracks. Mike just smiled, trying his damndest to hide his fear that Puck might actually punch the hell out of him. Puck sat his bowl down on the table in front of him and stood up in front of Mike, blocking the MMA fight that was happening on screen.
"Hey dude, do you mind? I'm trying to watch the fight." Mike saw Puck's fists clench and unclench but he didn't move. Mike continued to play dumb, pretending not to know the reason behind Puck's sudden anger.
"I'll give you a fight to watch. You're not asking Rachel on a date." Mike resisted the urge to laugh at how quickly the plan was working while Puck was resisting the urge to punch his best friend for snaking his girl. Then he had to resist the urge to punch himself for even thinking of her as his.
"Why not? She's hot, she can dance, and she's a lot of fun. I bet she's flexible too. That's definitely worth something if you know what I mean." Puck saw red. The thought of Rachel's long toned legs wrapped around anyone else, her voice screaming anyone else's name, thoroughly pissed him off. Mike just looked up at him and smiled. "Unless, you know, you like her or something. I think that would make her off-limits, wouldn't it? If you want her man, all you gotta do is say so and I'll step off." And there it was! Puck crossed his arms over his chest.
"You sneaky bastard. You think you're gonna get me to admit that I like Rachel. Fuck that shit. Ask her out, see if I care." Mike could tell that Puck was just barely holding back his anger, and he figured that he'd already been found out so he had nothing to lose by laying it on a little thicker. Mike shrugged his shoulders and leaned casually back against the couch, deftly looking around Puck at the fight still happening on TV, hoping like hell that the current beatdown one fighter was receiving wouldn't be happening to him within the next few minutes.
"Whatever dude. I don't want to date her anyway. I just want to see if she's as awesome in bed as she is on the dancefloor. I bet she's vo-cal too!" Puck inched towards Mike; Mike tried to discreetly disappear into the couch cushions.
"Alright asshole! Go ahead and try to fuck her. See what happens." Puck's voice lowered to a harsh growl but Mike knew he had to stand his ground, take one for the team, the Get Puck to be Monogamous With Rachel team. He knew he was about one more sentence away from never having children. He let out a slow breath and met Puck's fuming eyes with shaky confidence.
"Is that a threat Puck? Because I gotta be honest man. It's not like you've made any moves to try to get with her. So give me one good reason why I can't?" The anger left Puck's eyes suddenly and that scared Mike more than anything. Puck uncrossed his arms and fished his cell phone out of the pocket of his sweat pants. Mike watched him, confused, as he hit buttons on the keypad. The smirk on his face as he raised the phone to his ear was unnerving as all hell.
Puck listened to the phone ring, and ring, and ring. As it went to Rachel's voicemail, he figured he couldn't back down now. He felt he'd clearly made his interest known the past two nights with her, but his friend was obviously an idiot.
"Hello, you've reached Rachel Berry. I'm sorry I missed your call but please leave a message with your name and phone number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye." Puck chuckled at her message and waited for the beep. He ran his free hand over his head and started.
"Hey Rachel, it's Puck, uh, Noah. I guess you're asleep or whatever. Anyway, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight or something. We could get some food if you want. So yeah, give me a call whenever you get this." Puck quickly closed his phone and sat back down on the couch, resuming eating his cereal. After a second or two passed, he looked over at Mike with a look of smug satisfaction. "That's why you can't." Mike tried really hard to keep the smile from forming on his face but it didn't work at all. He jumped up from the couch before Puck could say anything. Halfway to the door, he yelled over his shoulder,
"!" By the time Puck actually realized what his friend had said and that he'd just been played, Mike was already down two flights of stairs.
"Alright Jason, thank you for calling me. I will definitely be there tonight." Jason Reid, Rachel's newest director for West Side Story, had called (woke her up) to let her know that there was going to be an impromptu cast party that night. Normally, Rachel would expect more professionalism from a director, but Mr. Reid had a reputation for being spontaneous with his ideas. And she knew that his casts never complained about him, he was a genius who was easy to work with. So when he told her about the party he'd planned for that evening, she readily agreed. She was excited to get to know the rest of her cast-mates.
"Oh honey, I can't tell you how thrilled I am that you're my Maria! Now, I must be off. Oh, and darling, you simply must bring that significant other I'm hearing so much about! We all want to meet him." Rachel shook her head quickly and stuttered out,
"Wait, significant other? What are you talking about Jason? I'm single." She heard the man scoff before he replied,
"Oh right honey, and I'm straight. I keep up with my stars darling and everyone is absolutely abuzz about your new man that you've been seen with for the past two nights at Chase the Morning. I hear he's the owner! Good catch honey. Anyway, bring him along tonight. We can't wait to meet him, ta-ta!" And then he hung up. Rachel couldn't help laughing at the flamboyant man. When she hit the button to hang up, she saw the little symbol indicating that she had a voice message. She quickly called her voice-mailbox and listened for it to repeat the message waiting for her. Noah's voice rang out from her phone.
"Hey Rachel, it's Puck, uh, Noah. I guess you're asleep or whatever. Anyway, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight or something. We could get some food if you want. So yeah, give me a call whenever you get this."
Rachel gasped a little when she heard him asking if she wanted to hang out. The answer was a resounding yes but she'd just promised to be at a cast party, and you can't really bail out on a cast party when you're the lead in the play. She thought about it for about three seconds before her fingers were scrolling down the contact list in her phone to the P's. She'd kept him as Puckzilla in her phone but added Noah out beside that in parentheses. The nickname, though juvenile, was funny.
"Hey babe, what's up?" Rachel laughed at his greeting, vaguely realizing that if anyone else had opened a phone conversation with that, she would've been annoyed beyond belief. She quickly cleared her throat.
"Hello Noah. I just received your message. I would love to join you this evening but it seems as though I have prior engagement." He started laughing which caught her somewhat off-guard. She really liked the sound of his laugh.
"You really do talk like that all the time huh. Sucks that you got other plans though." She wanted so badly for the tone in his voice to be disappointment, maybe it was.
"I believe we've already established my Jane Austen speech pattern. Anyway, my director just called to inform me that he's throwing an impromptu cast party tonight. As the female lead, I must attend so I'm afraid I won't be able to 'hang out' with you this evening. However, if you would like to attend the party with me, Jason has informed me that he would love to meet you." She heard Noah snickering in the background right up to the part about Jason.
"Hold up babe! Who's Jason and why would he love to meet me? I don't roll that way." Rachel laughed out loud and shook her head as if Noah was in the room with her.
"Jason is the director of West Side Story. Apparently, we were spotted at your club that last couple of nights and he seems to think we're together." Puck started laughing full out and Rachel furrowed her brow. "Why the hell are you laughing?"
"Because, and I'm sure you'll tell me I'm wrong about this but, you seem to think that showing up to a party together where everyone there already thinks we're together is gonna somehow make them think we're not together. In your crazy brain, this is a good idea." Rachel huffed and Puck kept laughing. He liked the sound of her huffing, it was close to panting.
"If you didn't want to accompany me, you could've just said so." Rachel pulled the phone away from her ear, ready to hang up on him.
"Hey wait a second diva," Puck barked into the phone. Rachel brought her cell phone back to her ear and he could hear her breathing, waiting for him to continue. "I didn't say that. I was just trying to follow your logic."
"Well I usually take Santana to cast parties but she's got her date with Tina tonight. I don't know anyone else in the cast yet and I just wanted to know someone there. So are you coming or not?" Noah smirked to himself and replied,
"Well I guess that depends on how long you let me stay after the party." Rachel rolled her eyes but smiled in spite of herself.
"Must you always be so lewd Noah?" Puck just chuckled and answered,
"You know you love it babe. I don't have to wear a monkey suit to this thing, do I?" He heard Rachel laugh and grinned. Her laugh was infectious.
"Oh no, it's not black-tie or anything. Just dressy casual, wear something you would wear to the club to work or something. I'm sure you'll look fine in anything." She muttered the last bit more to herself than anything but, it turns out Rachel can't mutter for shit so Puck heard every word.
"You think I'm hot, don't you Rach? I knew it!" Puck's voice sounded far too victorious for Rachel's tastes, and incidentally 'victorious' just made the smooth timbre all the more enticing. She tried her best to make her reply sound annoyed.
"I never said that Noah. Don't put words in my mouth." As soon as she said it, she knew she'd just given him the perfect opening. As expected, he took the unintentional bait.
"I can think of a few other things I'd like to put in your mouth." Even though she knew it was coming, even though she fully expected the lecherous comment, practically predicted it, it still managed to send a shot of fire straight to her core. Couple that with the sound of his voice coiling around the words, like a promise of things to come, she had to bite her lip to suppress a moan. She cleared her throat and tried her best to ignore the throbbing at the apex of her thighs.
"The party starts at nine. Pick me up by 8:45 and we'll be fashionably late. I'll text you the directions to my apartment. Goodbye Noah." She quickly closed the phone and exhaled heavily, feeling her heartbeat drumming in her chest.
Noah smirked into the phone. Rachel wanted him and he knew it, and he'd be damned if he was gonna let anyone else have her.
The cab pulled up outside Rachel's apartment and he instructed the cabbie to wait for them to come back out. He walked up to the doorman, laughing a little inside that her apartment had a doorman in the first place, and said,
"I'm picking up Rachel Berry for," the old man didn't wait for him to finish his sentence, just nodded his head and opened the door. Puck walked inside the lobby a little wearily and took the elevator up to Rachel's floor. He walked down the hall and stopped in front of Rachel's apartment door. He knocked twice and waited for an answer. Just when he was raising his hand to knock again, the door swung open and his jaw dropped to the floor.
Rachel opened the door knowing that Noah was on the other side. What she didn't expect was the beautiful man across her threshold. He was wearing a white v-neck t-shirt that had his muscles barely restrained. Over that was a gray vest with a sort of wood grain pattern in the fabric. He was wearing a pair of gray slacks that seemed to hang just right, and it made her mouth water. He was an Adonis, the original perception she'd had of him at first glance was no understatement. But seeing him standing there outside her door with one hand stuffed in his pants pocket, his biceps practically ripping the cloth that covered them to shreds every time he moved just slightly. She swallowed and turned her head towards the clock on the wall. 8:45 on the dot, she smiled.
"You're right on time Noah," she stated lamely. Puck smirked back at her with a shrug of his shoulders.
"You're surprised? I always come right on time babe." Puck looked her over appreciatively. She was wearing a short red dress cinched at the waist with a black belt. He could see a little lace peeking out from the top of the dress as she crossed her arms over her chest. His eyes traveled down her legs, damn those legs, and saw that she was wearing the same black heels from the night before. They were still hot as hell. God, there was no way he was gonna be able to keep his hands off of her. "You ready to go?" She turned her head and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'oh god yes' but then immediately said,
"Yes, we should go." She stepped out of the apartment, fully expecting him to move out of her way. He didn't. If anything he stepped closer when she turned around to close and lock the door. She moved slightly and felt his breath on her neck, making hers stop short. She turned her head to face him, meeting his hazel eyes.
"Nice dress," he stated, his voice low and husky. Rachel drew on every single one of her acting talents as she stared back at him, willing the heat he caused to just go away.
"Thank you Noah. Now, we really should be going." She turned and started to walk briskly down the hallway towards the elevator, mentally berating herself for letting his chiseled jaw, piercing eyes, and velvet voice get to her so easily. He followed her easily, stepping into the elevator after her. When the doors opened up into the lobby, he motioned for her to go out first, only so he could stare at her ass again. They walked by the doorman and out into the night. He quickened his pace so he could open the car door for her. He didn't want to be a complete asshole. Plus, the look of surprise on her face was totally worth it.
They were about halfway there and she hadn't said much. He knew from the night/morning before at breakfast that she was a talker so it didn't make much sense to him that she was so quiet.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" He didn't really see a point in beating around the bush. She turned her head to face him in the darkened car and smiled.
"I'm just a little nervous. That's all. I always get nervous before meeting a new cast. Old habits die hard." She turned her head back to the window but Puck didn't feel like he'd gotten the whole story. For some reason, that bothered him.
"Old habits? What's that supposed to mean?" She huffed and he couldn't help grinning a little at the sound.
"In high school, nobody really liked me that much. They all thought I was pushy, abrasive, intense, self-centered, loud, opinionated, and a great number of many more adjectives that they considered negative. I simply knew who I was and what I wanted out of life, and some people couldn't handle that. But still, every time I meet a new cast that I'm a part of, I always get a little nervous that they're thinking those same thoughts that my schoolmates did." Puck sat back as he watched her shoulders straighten a little. She looked relieved to have gotten that off her chest. Hell, this was supposed to be a party. She shouldn't be nervous about a party, especially when she was a pretty big deal at said party. He wanted to loosen her up a little bit.
"So fuck'em. Who cares what they think? They can't really do this thing without you, you're the star of the damn thing. You gotta bring out that sexy vixen I've been seeing for the past two nights. Now she wouldn't give a damn who thought she was pushy or intense. You know you're better than all of them, otherwise they'd be in your shoes. They'd be the lead in a big-ass musical. But they're not, you are. So walk in that party tonight like you own it, because you do." Just as he finished speaking, the cab stopped outside the uptown bar that the party was being held at. Rachel opened the door and got out without a word. She was standing on the sidewalk when Puck emerged from the cab. As soon as he stood up straight, he felt her arms wrapped around his neck.
His lips were soft, kind of like pillows. Rachel wasn't really sure what came over her but after his little pep-talk, which she knew wasn't really in character for him to do, she wanted to thank him. As he'd spoken, she literally felt her nerves disappear. He responded quickly, his hands came around to the small of her back as he pulled her closer. She tilted her head slightly and felt his mouth open just a little. The surge of confidence he'd given her coursing through her body, she darted her tongue across his lip and suddenly his hands were on her face, pulling her closer than before. His tongue was warm against hers, languidly stroking every part of her mouth. He lifted her chin and changed the angle of the kiss once more, gently sucking her tongue into his mouth. After a second or two, they both pulled away, sated for the time being. Puck cocked his eyebrow and used his thumb to brush her hair out of her face.
"What was that for," he asked. Shit, he'd been hoping to loosen her up. If this was how she did it, he wanted her loose 24/7! Rachel smiled up at him and ran her fingers down his abdomen.
"You helped me forget my nerves Noah. Thank you." He grinned down at her and pulled her close once more, about to go in for another kiss that promised to be just as mind-blowing as the first.
"I can make you forget a lot more than nerves babe," he whispered against her lips. He felt her smile against his mouth but before he could apply anymore pressure, a flash went off out of the corner of his eye and she pulled away quickly. They both turned their heads in the direction of the flash and saw a few men with cameras standing just outside the doors to the bar.
"Shit, Noah I'm sorry. I didn't know there would be paparazzi here tonight. There's probably some more inside. I don't want you to get uncomfortable tonight. The best thing to do is just pretend they're not there." Puck just waved at the line of cameramen steadily clicking away at them and then turned back to Rachel.
"Bring it." Rachel smiled and slipped her arm through his and started in the direction of the doors. One of the paps stepped a little closer and waved his hand to get Rachel's attention.
"Miss Berry! Miss Berry! Care to tell us who your friend is? The two of you have been spotted around the city for the past two nights. Would you like to comment Miss Berry?" Puck fully expected her to keep walking, pretending they weren't there like she'd told him to do. He noticed how the pap got closer to Rachel when she stopped and he instinctively pulled her into his body.
"Actually, no but I will comment on the upcoming production of West Side Story. We start rehearsals in three weeks and I hope to see you all there opening night! Have a lovely evening boys!" And with that, she pushed the door open and pulled him inside. Puck was pretty surprised at how she'd handled the photogs, completely ignoring their questions and turning the topic on the upcoming musical. She was a true professional, and he couldn't help feeling impressed.
The hostess just inside the door stood up a little straighter as the door shut behind Rachel and Puck. Puck watched as her eyes grew wide when they fell on Rachel.
"Oh Miss Berry, the Reid party is upstairs in the V.I.P. room. If you'll just follow me," and off she went. Rachel leaned over to Puck and whispered as they ascended the stairs.
"Noah, we'll probably get separated at some point during the night. Just find me if you get uncomfortable and we can leave. I really appreciate you doing this for me." Puck just smirked and whispered back,
"Babe, I'm here so you don't get uncomfortable. But after seeing the way you handled the guys outside, I'm not really sure I'm needed so much." He felt a smug sense of satisfaction when her hand tightened a little bit around his forearm.
"Oh that's all an act. Inside, I'm a ball of nerves." As they stopped in front of the V.I.P. room door, Puck leaned down and blew softly on her neck.
"I can definitely help with that babe." Rachel let out a small chuckle and turned to face him just as the door opened.
"Maybe we'll see about that later." Puck's mouth dropped open at her words and suddenly he was being pulled into the V.I.P. room beside Rachel.
The room went quiet for a second, and Puck wasn't really sure what to do. Then suddenly, this dark haired guy threw his arms up in the air and practically squealed,
"Rachel Berry! Our star is here everyone, our star is here!" Everybody in the room started clapping as the man made his way towards Rachel and Puck. He reached out and grasped Rachel's face and quickly kissed her on the cheeks dramatically. "Oh darling, we've been waiting for our star and now you're here." He suddenly turned his eyes on Puck and smiled devilishly. "And is this little morsel who I think it is?" Rachel's laugh rang out like a bell beside him.
"Jason, this is my friend Noah Puckerman. Noah, this is Jason Reid, the director of West Side Story." Jason held his hand out to Puck who shook it firmly. Jason clicked his tongue suspiciously and eyed Puck.
"Friend hmm? That's not what I've heard. But I digress, honey. Come, you must meet the rest of the cast. Do you mind if I borrow her for a moment? I promise to return her in one piece." Rachel looked at Puck and nodded with a small smile on her face.
"I'll hold you to that. I'm just gonna get a beer." As Jason pulled Rachel away from Puck, she turned and smiled at him.
As Puck made his way to the bar, he kept his eyes on Rachel as she was tugged through the crowd with her director. He watched her meet the guy he presumed would be playing Tony in the musical and she hugged him. Puck grabbed a shrimp from a passing waiter's tray and popped it in his mouth. Rachel smiled, laughed, and looked so natural. She was completely in her element with these people and he could tell that the people around her were in awe of her. She was a pretty fucking big deal in this world and everyone around her knew it. He could tell by the way they stepped out of the way when she walked by, they respected her. Her worries she'd talked about in the cab were completely unfounded. Every woman in the room wanted to be her, every straight man wanted to be with her, and every gay man would probably go straight for her.
After about an hour, Rachel had only been able to escape the crowd twice before she'd get dragged off again to meet more people. Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that he had a text from Rachel.
*so sorry about leaving you alone. I'm trying to get back over there. I could really use a drink right now*
He laughed at the text message and looked up, searching her out in the crowd. When he didn't immediately see her among the throng of people, he keyed his response.
*I know a way you can make it up to me.*
He laughed at what he predicted her face would look like when she read the text. He turned his attention back to the wine, it was all they had for this party, in his hand and watched as a few waitresses walked by with food on their trays that looked really good. His stomach quickly reminded him that he hadn't eaten anything since his cereal that morning and he stood up to go chase one of the trays of food down. Suddenly, he found himself blocked by a tray of food with a person attached.
"Hello Puck. It's been a while." Puck stared at the waitress in front of him holding the tray of stuffed mushroom caps. He'd had his eyes on Rachel all night long so the chick's face wasn't really ringing any bells. She didn't really look all that great. Her lips weren't full enough, her eyes were a dull listless blue, and her hair was way too blonde. Basically, she was the exact opposite of Rachel, but Puck wasn't ready to admit that out loud. He stared at her for a second before turning his head to look for Rachel amongst the crowd of other actors. He still couldn't see her anywhere.
"Um, sorry, do I know you?" The woman scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"I wouldn't exactly expect you to. We had a one-night stand and you never called me again." Puck took a swig of his red wine, wishing it was a beer. He shrugged his shoulders at the woman and replied,
"Well, they don't call it a one-night stand for nothing. And you obviously weren't memorable because I still don't have a clue who the hell you are." Puck could see he'd pissed her off but he really didn't give a shit. He looked around again for Rachel and still didn't see her. When he looked back at the one-night stand, she grabbed his wine glass out of his hand.
"You insensitive bastard!" And before Puck realized it, he felt the liquid running down the front of his face and body. He stood there for a second, trying to remember why it was a bad thing to hit women.
Suddenly, like a ninja, Rachel was there beside him.
"Excuse me!" was all she said and then he heard the slap ring out. O.N.S.'s face jerked dramatically from the sheer force of Rachel's tiny hand connecting with her cheek. "You do not go pouring wine on a person whenever you feel like it, especially when that person is my date, bitch. I will be calling your employer and informing them of this blatant disregard of professionalism on your part." Without missing a beat, she turned to Puck and gently cupped his face in her hands. "Are you okay? That wine is going to leave one hell of a stain. We should go back to my place, maybe I'll be able to soak it and get it out. We can't stay here while you're covered in wine." Once more, she turned back to the blonde who was still reeling from the awesome bitch-slap Rachel had just delivered to her and said, "Enjoy the rest of the party. It'll be the last you work in this town." The woman, completely slack-jawed from the verbal and literal smack-down Rachel gave her, walked away slowly with her tray of mushrooms. It was then that Puck noticed how everyone in the room was staring at them. Suddenly, Jason was at Rachel's side.
"Oh honey, I saw the whole thing. I'm so sorry, I will definitely not be using this caterer again." Rachel smiled at Jason.
"Thank you Jason. I'm sorry for leaving so soon after we just got here but I really think I should get Noah home so he can get cleaned up." Both Puck and Jason looked up when she said that, Rachel apparently didn't realize she'd just insinuated that Puck lived with her. Jason smirked and winked at Rachel.
"Okay honey, you get your 'friend' home and I'll make sure that tramp never works in this town again. Don't you worry dear, nobody messes with my lead's leading man." And then the man flitted off before Puck or Rachel could say anything. Rachel looked up at him and smiled apologetically. He just laughed.
"Where the fuck were you? I haven't seen you for the last twenty minutes and then all of the sudden you pop out of nowhere! I didn't think they made Jewish ninjas but apparently I was wrong about that." Rachel laughed and hit his shoulder.
"I was actually ready to leave so I was on my way over to you when I saw her grab your glass out of your hand. And then she threw it in your face, oh she's lucky all I did was slap her. I mean really, who does that?" Puck immediately felt guilty that Rachel had been worried about him.
"Well actually, I probably deserved it. Apparently, we had a one-night stand and I never called her. I guess she was a little pissed about that." Puck scratched the back of his head and waited for Rachel find another glass and turn it upside down over his head as well. Instead, she started laughing.
"Nobody calls after a one-night stand. That's why they call it a one-night stand. Everybody knows that." He looked down at her and watched as she kept laughing, clutching slightly at her sides. "And people call me a drama queen? Wow! Well, I was ready to leave anyway and this gives us a good excuse. Let's get you out of those clothes." She quickly cupped her hand over her mouth as soon as she realized what she'd said. Puck knew it was an easy shot but he took it anyway.
"You first babe." He grinned at her but she just smirked and shook her head.
"You're the one sopping with red wine, not me." An idea hit Puck and he grabbed Rachel, pulling her close by her shoulders and rubbing against her to transfer the wine from his clothes to hers. Rachel squealed and giggled and tried to pull away but he just held her tighter.
"Can we take your clothes off now," he whispered against her neck. She let a small moan escape her lips and he inhaled deeply. He held her for another long second but then dropped his arms. She stepped back and looked up, meeting his eyes with the same sexy confidence that caused him to have to rub one out in his shower that morning. She laughed lightly and said,
"Come on Noah." She reached down and grabbed his hand to head back downstairs so they could leave. When they got outside, she raised two fingers to her lips and whistled for a cab like a pro. It was hot, but then again, everything she seemed to do was never anything but. She slid into the car and he followed her, shutting the door behind them. She rattled off her address to the cabbie and then turned towards him, a playful smile on her soft lips.
"What," he asked. She just laughed and shook her head.
"It astounds me that, even though you're practically drenched with red wine, you still look like you do." He smirked at her implication but he wanted to hear her say it. He inched closer to her on the seat and leaned in to whisper in her ear,
"What do I look like, diva?" Rachel rolled her eyes but answered,
"Hot." He chuckled and met her gaze. When she brought her fingers up to his jaw, he held his breath. Her index finger ran the length of his jaw, then she pulled it away and held it the between them. "Sticky." When that same finger made its way to her lips, he fucking shuddered. She sucked the tip of her finger into her mouth and he had to pretty much bite his damn tongue to keep from letting out the groan in the back of his throat. It managed to come out anyway, only in the form of a growl. She pursed her lips as she pulled her finger out, the popping sound almost made him lose his shit right there. "Sweet." He pulled away from her because he had no other choice. Well, that's not totally true. His other choice was fucking her in the backseat of a New York cab, so he basically had no other choice.
"You like playing with fire, don't you," he ground out. She smirked back at him and nodded once.
"Maybe I just want to feel the burn Noah." Lucky for him, or unlucky depending on how you look at it, the cab stopped in front of her apartment building. As he was getting out of the cab, he heard her phone ringing from behind him. When he turned around, she was laughing softly and hitting the buttons on her keypad to respond to the text message. "Santana and Tina have apparently hit it off well. She said she wouldn't be home tonight." Puck laughed and then thought about living situations.
"Wonder how Mike's taking that?" Rachel's eyes got big as she remembered that Tina was currently living with Mike.
"Oh, poor guy. Does he have anywhere else to go?" Puck just scratched his head as they walked towards the entrance to her building.
"He's got a key to my place for emergencies. He'll probably go crash on my couch or something." The doorman was different this time and it made Puck remember the one from earlier in the night. "Oh yeah, your security sucks here." Rachel turned towards him when she stepped into the lobby and laughed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Puck motioned his head towards the doorman and replied,
"The dude before just let me in, no questions asked. I told him I was here to pick you up and he just let me go right in. I could've been anyone, crazy stalker serial killer or anything." Rachel's body started to shake with laughter but she was really touched that he seemed to be genuinely worried about her safety, not unlike the night before when he'd not-so-discretely positioned himself between her and the rest of the world. She'd pretended not to notice, but she really liked how protective he seemed to be.
"Leo is a magnificent doorman. The reason he let you up without any questions is because I told him that I would be expecting a friend to pick me up for a party this evening and I gave him your description with the instructions to let you up. He knows what he's doing. The security here is just fine. Besides, he's an ex-Marine. I think I'm safe." Noah blinked once and watched as Rachel turned on her heel and started for the elevator, shaking her head and laughing the whole way.
When they made it up to her apartment, she unlocked the door and walked inside. She turned around to face him and gave him a once over, which reminded him that his top half was covered in red wine.
"The vest is probably gonna have to be dry-cleaned but I'm sure I could soak the t-shirt and get the stain out before it sets in." She looked at him expectantly and he wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do. "Well, are you going to give me the shirt or not?" He chuckled, slightly embarrassed and shrugged his vest off.
Rachel watched as he tossed the vest over the arm of her couch, the muscles in his biceps bulging dangerously. He stepped closer to her, and she could tell he was having way too much fun invading her space. Her breath caught in her throat as he tugged the shirt up his abdomen and over his head. Once more, she could smell him and she unconsciously moved even closer to his body. There was barely an inch between his bare upper torso and hers. She blinked quickly once she realized their proximity and backed up, taking the shirt from his hands. As she walked towards the kitchen, she called over her shoulder,
"The bathroom's just down the hall if you want to get cleaned up." She heard him walking down the hall and turned her head just in time to see his ass, covered by those gray slacks that hung low on his hips. His body was insane! He radiated masculinity and it drove her completely insane.
When he still hadn't returned from the bathroom after she'd gotten his shirt soaking in some bleach in the kitchen sink, she headed back to her room to change out of her dress and into something a little more comfortable.
Puck stood in her bathroom and looked at his face in the mirror. He touched his cheek with his fingers and felt the sticky vino still there. Quickly, he splashed some water on his face and grabbed a washcloth out of the linen cupboard beside the sink. He wet it with warm water and lightly scrubbed the alcohol from his skin. When he finished, he dropped the washcloth in the hamper on the other side of the sink and walked back out into the apartment.
He didn't immediately see Rachel as he walked into the living area so he assumed she'd gone to her room for something. He resisted the strong urge to go back there and…fuck, he had to get his mind off of that. He noticed a bookshelf next to the television set and walked over to it. He was skimming over the titles, some of which he recognized but would never admit to and others he'd never heard of before, when he saw the silver spine of one book that didn't seem to have a name. Curious, he pulled it out and opened it up. Inside were photographs of people, beautiful photographs. He figured it was Santana's portfolio that she'd spoken of at breakfast. He turned around with the book still in his hands and sat down on the couch, slowly flipping through the pages and admiring the work of the clearly talented Latina. And then he turned the page and his eyes bugged out of his head.
There on the sheet in front of him, in a glossy black and white photo, was Rachel. She was lying down, her hair was fanned out, a beautiful smile on her face. Oh yeah, and she was stark naked too. He couldn't take his eyes off of the photo. She was so fucking hot. He turned the page, and there was another one. She was standing up in a powerful pose, her legs shoulders' width apart. Technically, she wasn't completely naked in that one; a fedora perched on the side of her head and a pair of strappy stilettos on her feet. One hand was on her hip and the other was just over her right breast. Her eyebrow was quirked, like even from a photo she knew he wanted her. He turned the page again, needing this to continue. The third photo had her seated in a chair, legs crossed and leaning forward with her elbow propped up on her knee. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun and she was looking straight into the camera with a look of complete sophistication. It blew his mind (among other things) that she could still manage to demand respect completely nude. He was so enthralled with the photos that he didn't hear her bedroom door open.
Rachel saw his bare shoulders over the couch as she walked back into the living room of the apartment. He seemed to be reading something. She stealthily snuck up behind him and peaked over his shoulder. When she realized what he'd found, she let out a small giggle. He jumped off of the couch and turned around.
"Nosy?" She crossed her arms over her chest and smiled back at him. He quickly shut the album and dropped it on the couch.
"Shit Rachel, you scared the fuck out of me! You're taking this NinJew thing a little too seriously." Rachel let out a small chuckle and reached over the couch to pick up the portfolio.
"I see you found San's stash. Did you like them?" Puck suddenly recovered from his shock of being scared shitless and remembered what he'd been caught looking at.
"You're not pissed?" She laughed and walked around the couch to sit down.
"Why should I be? Santana is extremely gifted with a camera and I love when she makes me the subject of her photos. It's like, becoming art. And no one has ever seen these before, except for Santana and me. It'd be nice to get a different opinion. Answer my question Noah, did you like them?" Puck just nodded his head, at a complete loss for words. She laughed and opened the book on her lap. Motioning with her head to the spot beside her on the couch, she said, "Sit back down, I'll show you some of my favorites." Puck sat back down on the couch and turned his head to watch as she flipped through the pages. This was probably the coolest girl on the whole damn planet.
Rachel found her section of the book and flipped past the pictures he'd already looked at. The one after the 'librarian' shot (as Santana had deemed it) was another one where she was standing up. She was leaning back against a wall with her legs crossed at the ankles. Her arms were lifted above her body and propped against the wall. Rachel turned the book slightly so that Puck could get a better look at the photo. When she turned her head to face him, she found him staring intently back at her.
"I love this one. It's so simple but if you look at how Santana has the lighting set up, it's a very complicated shot to capture. She's always challenging herself like that, doing impossible shots." Puck laughed with intent and replied,
"Sorry I'm a little too distracted by the fact that you're naked in the picture to notice the lighting. I liked the one before it, you look fucking hot." Rachel smiled at that and nodded in agreement which made him laugh again. She turned the page. A color shot, she was standing at a window looking over her shoulder at the camera. This was the mildest photo he'd seen so far, but the hottest by far and he wasn't even sure why because nothing was actually even showing. Her big brown eyes could stare you down from the page and it amazed him that she was literally laying herself out there to him without any fear. She was fucking gorgeous. And he had to have her.
Suddenly, Puck took the book from her and laid it down on the table in front of the couch. He placed his hand on her bare thigh and turned her body more towards his.
"C'mere Rach." She grinned and moved so that she was straddling his legs and raised her arms over her head. Puck chuckled and lifted the tank top she'd changed into up and off her body. He stared for just a second at her breasts, marveling at the fact that even amazing photos hadn't done her justice. Her breasts were small but full and round, rosy pink nipples just begging for attention. He leaned closer and caught one dusky bud between his teeth, tugging gently as he listened to the small moans of appreciation from the woman in his lap. He ran his hands down her body to the bend in her knees. Gripping just barely, he pulled her even closer. Rachel gasped above him and he smirked against her chest. His tongue circled once more over the nipple before he moved his mouth to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention he'd given its twin. Rachel was running one of her hands through the short bristles on his head while the other gripped his shoulder for support. He pulled his head away, laughing when he met resistance as she tried to push him back to her chest. He allowed her to push his head back but instead of going for her breasts again, he kissed a trail up to her neck and pressed a heated kiss against her pulse. She moaned again and suddenly he felt himself being pushed back against the couch. Her eyes were dark as she met his gaze for the shortest of seconds. And then he felt her lips on his and his world went black.
She pressed against him and moved his head up for a better angle at his mouth. Puck kept his hands at her back to make sure she didn't pull away. Her tongue moved against his at first, almost in challenge, and then suddenly they were moving together. She nipped at his bottom lip a few times before diving back in. Rachel knew that making out with him wasn't going to satisfy this need she'd suddenly developed for him, but it could get close if she moved the right way. Puck growled as she brought her hips down against his tented slacks again and again. It was too much. He gripped her hips roughly to still her movements and let out a pained laugh at the look she gave him when she rose up from their kiss.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm gonna fuck you on a bed first, then we can work on other places." Rachel laughed and kissed him long and slow before she got up from his lap and walked around the couch. She leaned over his shoulder and blew in his ear before whispering,
"Don't make me start without you. You'll be sorry." Puck's eyes widened and he was over the back of the couch in one bound, chasing her down the hallway to her room. He caught her at the door and quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, easily lifting her into the air. She giggled as he shut the door behind them and leaned back against it. It wasn't until his hand slipped below the waistband of her shorts that she stopped giggling, the last one catching in her throat. He swiped one finger against her opening and she gasped. When his thumb brushed against her clit, she let a guttural cry erupt from her lips. Puck leaned down and kissed her neck as he started to piston his fingers in and out of her body. He held her tighter against his chest to keep her as motionless as possible, which really only served to piss her off a little bit. He still had her in the air so she wasn't able to ride his hand like she wanted. He laughed gently at the whimpering sound she made when he pulled his fingers out of her shorts and let her drop lightly to the ground. The second her feet touched the floor, she turned around to face him. Puck brought his fingers up to his mouth and cleaned himself off, the look on her face priceless. She stepped closer and pressed her lips to his, her tongue was doing things to his mouth that made him almost wish she was on her knees.
Rachel could feel his erection against her stomach. Even through his pants, she could tell he was huge. Just the thought of him buried inside her made her toes curl and she couldn't wait any longer to make that happen. She took his hand and pulled him back towards the bed, stepping out of her shorts and panties along the way. When they reached her bed, she sat down on the edge and unzipped his pants. She was disappointed when she saw that he'd worn boxers, just another layer of hindrance in her mind. She needed him naked two days ago! Puck pushed her back on the bed and slid his boxers to the floor. Rachel gasped when he was finally free and stood up on her knees to admire him more easily. She cocked an eyebrow as he stared back at her.
"Impressive, but do you know how to use it?" His responding laugh sent even more bolts of heat through her body. The way he crawled onto the bed and practically stalked towards her was positively primal and she loved it. With a grin on his face, he motioned with his head for her to lie back down. Rachel happily obliged and leaned back until she felt the softness of her comforter against her skin, keeping her knees bent under her body. Puck smirked as he looked at her, glistening in the soft light of her room.
"Perfect," he muttered, "so fucking perfect." She rolled her hips in the air and he watched as her hand started to drift down her body. He remembered her earlier threat and gently slapped her hand away. They would have plenty of time to watch each other play later but at that moment, he needed to be buried deep. "Rach, you got condoms right?" Rachel nodded her head and pointed towards her bedside table. Puck leaned over and opened the top drawer, quickly retrieving the foil package. Rachel moaned as he rolled the condom on and he smirked at her. He pulled her closer and wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him the perfect view of her upper body as she bent back on the bed. He couldn't help staring for just a second but then she hit the bed with her fist and said,
"Damn it Noah, just please!" Rachel tightened her legs, causing him to enter her without warning and they both cried out. Puck used his hands to steady himself, trying not to move because he knew that this would be over way too soon if he did.
Rachel clinched around him and moaned at the completely full feeling he gave her. It was like a glove, he fit like a fucking glove. But just fitting wasn't doing anything to ease the ache she had for him. So when she used her feet for leverage and pulled back so she could slide back against him, she laughed at the way he groaned. Puck grabbed her hips forcefully and stilled her movements.
"Stop it Rachel." She raised her head and looked at the man who'd just growled at her.
"What's wrong," she asked playfully.
"So…fucking…tight…gotta stop…moving…just a sec…holy shit…" He was breathing quickly and Rachel stayed still. After about four seconds passed, his grip on her loosened and he pulled his hips back. When he caught her gaze, she smiled and nodded her head quickly. Puck ran his hands up her torso and circled her waist as he started to pound into her body. The way he had her propped up on his legs gave him the perfect angle to hit her g-spot every time. He really liked the sounds she was making, like a gasp or a moan but lighter.
"Harder," she choked out, "harder Noah fuck!" He listened to her rapid breathing and thrust harder. He watched her breasts bounce each time their bodies met. Rachel arched her back and gripped the sheets as she felt her orgasm start to build. Puck saw her bend even farther back and gripped her waist a little tighter. Using her hands, Rachel lifted herself off the bed and fully straddled Puck's thighs. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself up, only to drop back down with all the force in her small body. Puck groaned and pulled her lips down to his. He had to kiss her again. They let their tongues battle it out for dominance, neither one of them really caring who won. Suddenly, and she had no clue how he did it without her noticing, she felt his fingers brush against her clit and she gasped into his mouth. She tore her lips from his and threw her head back, leaving crescent-shaped markings in his shoulders. With the hand that wasn't busy furiously working her clit, Puck continued to guide her up and down as she rode him fast and hard. He knew he didn't have much longer. So he kissed up her collarbone and sucked on her pulse, bruising the soft skin there.
Rachel saw the blinding light behind her eyelids as he continued to rock into her body. Her climax was still ripping through her body when she heard him yell something that sounded like her name mixed with a few obscenities. She could feel his hot breath against her chest as she ran her shaky fingers through his hair. She cupped his face with her hands and looked down at him. His eyes, those charming hazel eyes, were a little dazed as he blinked up at her. She laughed and pressed her lips to his, relishing the way they molded to hers. When he pulled back and clasped his hands around her back, his nose brushed against hers and she smiled.
Puck watched as her eyes fluttered and he knew she had to be exhausted. Hell, he was exhausted. He let go of her so she could lift herself off of him and shuddered a little as her walls were still clenched around him. As he threw the used condom into the garbage, Puck waited for his usual instinct to run to kick in. As Rachel pulled the blankets back and crawled under them, he still didn't feel like running. In fact, the only thing he wanted to do was crawl in beside her. She looked over and shot him a lazy grin that made the already insanely comfortable bed that much more inviting, he decided to go with it. He always went with his gut and right then, his gut was telling him to pull that woman against his body and fall asleep with her in his arms. He pulled the covers back and climbed in beside her, ignoring the shocked look on her face when she realized he had every intention of staying. She scooted closer to him and giggled a little when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her top half over on his chest. He felt her hair fan out across his chest and briefly ran his fingers through it before they both drifted off to sleep.
Neither one of them dreamed that night. There wasn't really a point after that.