Author's note: And so the smut continues. I had THREE pages all typed out and it just didn't feel right. It was more like soap opera sex than what it would really be like with P & R. So I deleted the whole thing and started again. I love smut as next as the next girl but if it's not true to the character, why bother? And why we all know that Puck is capable of "making love" he's really all about screwing..... Anyway – I imagine "Sexify My Love" by the New Kids on the Block playing in the background during this, so that's why the chapter is named as it is. (I am a lifelong Blockhead. They are my other love in the entertainment world besides "Glee" (and Mark Salling.))

Puck always told himself that if he ever got another chance with Rachel, he would shower her with a night of romance and a full-on seduction. He would take her to a nice dinner (which meant the only French restaurant within driving distance of Lima) and then bring her back to his place, where his whole bedroom would be lit with candlelight. Soft music would be playing and perhaps they would share a bottle of wine in a bubble-filled Jacuzzi tub before he finally laid her out on his 800-count cotton sheets, where he would worship her body with his hands and lips before making love to her for hours…..

But reality is a bitch. As he and Rachel made their way to his bedroom, clothes were flying behind them. By the time they made it through the door, Rachel's dress was around her waist and Puck's shirt was off. His bed was unmade, the 200-count, on-clearance-at-Target-because-they-were-so-ugly sheets were crumpled, and clothes, books, and guitars were strewn everywhere. For a split second, he thought Rachel would bolt when she noticed that he lived like a pig. She glanced around the room for about half a second and he thought she was about to verbalize her disgust because the old Rachel would have done exactly that. But eight years had obviously changed her because instead, she shoved her dress to the floor (well, technically, to the pile of clothes that were obscuring the actual floor) and then launched herself on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Puck gripped her ass and slammed her up against the armoire. She cried out as his lips slid down her heck. Her eyes closed, her hands were in his hair and she was almost groaning. His lips latched onto one very erect nipple and he sucked, and then bit a little too hard. Rachel jumped and cried out. Puck was already so hard that he was afraid he would lose it before ever getting inside her. With her legs still wrapped around him, he walked to the bed and dropped her next to it. She started to crawl onto it and he stopped her. He shoved his pants and boxers down and kicked them to the top of an 18-inch pile of dirty clothes and stepped up to Rachel. With absolutely zero tenderness, he yanked her bra down and then tugged her panties down so forcefully that the delicate lace ripped. Once again, she tried to crawl up on the bed and once again, he stopped her. Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed himself hard against her. Taking his dick in his hand, he nudged her legs apart and rubbed it across her now bare clit. Her eyes rolled back and a shudder washed through her body. Turning her around to face away from him, he bent her over the mattress. Then he dropped to his knees. In one quick motion, Rachel felt his hands push her legs apart. For a millisecond, she felt hot breath on her thighs and then oh. My. God! Puck's tongue made contact with her dripping wet folds and Rachel screamed into the mattress. He swiped his tongue down the length of her slit before settling on her clit. His tongue flitted over it, gently, then with more pressure, then with barely a touch. And then he sucked it in between his lips and Rachel's knees went weak. Puck caught her, wrapping his muscular around her thighs to bolster her up. Rachel was moaning now, saying something into the mattress. It's just like Rachel to try to talk now. Puck couldn't understand what she was saying.

"What, Rachel?" He stopped his oral assault long enough to ask her. As soon as the question left his mouth, he plunged his tongue deep into her center and she cried out again.

"Mfffmm mmm….." She replied, her face buried in a rather unsightly comforter that looked like it was purchased at Lumberjacks-R-Us.

"What??"

Rachel lifted her head from the mattress and looked back toward him.

"I asked," she enunciated for effect, "for you to please fuck me!"

Puck was momentarily stunned. Rachel Berry, swearing? Then he realized that it was the most beautiful swear he'd ever heard and he better not waste any more time. Standing up, he pushed her back down, lifted her ass up slightly, and slid himself into her from behind. They both grunted loudly as his thick length sunk into her. Puck clenched his teeth, willing himself to actually try to give her some pleasure before cumming. Her warmth surrounded him and he felt himself go weak. It was absolutely fucking heaven. As she began backing up against him, groaning and cursing in a very un-Rachel-like fashion, he gave up on willpower. Grabbing her hips, he slammed into her as hard and as deep as he could. He reached forward to grab at her breasts, pulling the nipples between his fingers hard. Anytime he inflicted a little bit of pain, Rachel seemed to cry out louder.

"You. Are. Fucking. Hot. Berry," he coupled each word with a powerful thrust. Suddenly feeling the overpowering need to see Rachel's face as he claimed her, he quickly jerked out of her. She grunted, her face scrunched up in annoyance by his sudden departure. Grabbing her, he lifted her up on the bed, turning her so that she was on her back. He crawled on top of her, pushed her legs open again with his knees, and plunged back into her. Dipping to kiss her gently, which was completely contrary to the powerful, fluid movements of his pelvis, he locked eyes with her. In the instant that chocolate brown eyes met green hazel ones, Puck lost all composure. Her eyes had always been the pathway that led directly to his heart. Unable to hold back any longer, he cried out her name as he came. The feel of his thickness expanding inside her seconds before he came sent Rachel over the edge and they both tumbled off the precipice together.

Shaking, he pulled his softening member from her body and collapsed next to her. Closing his eyes, he tried to slow his breathing and regulate his heartbeat. He heard Rachel sniffle and he looked over at her, only to see tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. His heart constricted. He KNEW he should have romanced her more. He was such a FUCKUP! Rolling on his side to face her, he said, "Baby….I'm sorry. I know it was fast but….I mean I thought you enjoyed it…..God, I'm sorry you're so upset."

As he rambled his apologies for his apparent sub-par performance, Rachel's face transformed into a very Puck-like smirk. Slowly rolling her head to the side to meet his eyes, she said simply, "Puck, shut up."

He stopped talking, taken aback because she never called him Puck. He looked crestfallen at her order.

"You can be a very stupid man, sometimes," Rachel added.

"Gee, Berry, just kick a man while he's already down," Puck grumbled.

She smacked him playfully on the chest. "I wasn't crying because you sucked in the sack. On the contrary! I was crying because I couldn't believe that I was back here…like this…with you."

"Is that so awful?" he asked quietly.

Rachel was silent for a moment. She was on the verge of pouring out her heart to him so that nothing remained unarticulated. But then she remembered that in a few short days, she would leave his life – again – for New York – again. Finally, she said, "It's not awful at all…." She seemed unable to say more.

They laid in companionable silence for a few minutes. Both were full of emotions, thoughts, and words but nothing was voiced. Puck wondered how he would even say what needed to be said. Seeing Rachel made his brain go blurry, his chest feel tight, and his dick get hard. How do you put those feelings into words? He wondered. Finally, Puck broke the silence.

"So, do you ever think about that night?"

Rachel didn't have the energy to lie. "All the time."

Puck smiled in the dark. Thank God I'm not the only one. "Do you have any regrets?"

His question was met with silence. She took a breath like she was about to say something and then she stopped.

"Rachel?" he prodded, wanting an answer but dreading the actual words that he was sure would be coming from her mouth.

"Only that I didn't stay when you asked. I regret that I thought my future stardom was the most important thing to me."

Puck felt himself start to tear. He was so relieved by her answer. Sure, it didn't change anything now, right here in the present. But it meant that back then, he really had mattered to her.

Rachel scooted over to him, turning over on her stomach so that she could lay her head on his chest. He wrapped her arms around her, loving the feeling of warm flesh against warm flesh. When Rachel Berry was in his arms, life stood still. He wanted to stay like this forever. But he WAS Puck and certain things still had to be said.

"So," he began as he dropped a kiss on the top of her head. "How often, exactly, do you still picture me naked?"

He felt Rachel's body began to shake with laughter. "I am going to KILL Quinn," she sputtered.

The sound of their laughter mixed together and floated through the empty house. The laughter was soon replaced by the sound of passion as the two former-now-current lovers connected once again.

Standing on the sidewalk outside Puck's house, Quinn was craning her neck. She heard Artie clear his throat behind her.

"What, may I ask, are you doing?"

Quinn turned to him and glared. "I'm trying to see what they're doing in there!"

"Quinn, baby, Oh love of my life – perhaps the shades are closed because they don't WANT you to see what they're doing?"

"But Artie! It's 10:30 at night. If Rachel were just having dinner, she would have been back by now. And there are no lights on in the house but Puck's truck is there. That means they're in there! I think they're having sex!"

"At least some of us are," Artie mumbled under his breath.

"I heard that, deary."

"Good… now will you please stop being nosy and come back into the house. Your husband would like a little action in the sack, too, you know. If Rachel comes back tonight, I am sure you'll hear her, vault out of bed, and jump her for information and all the dirty details. But if I know Puck like I know Puck, she won't be back until morning. So PLEASE come back to the house!"

Quinn pouted. "Fine, you win….I just wanted to make sure my matchmaking efforts were having positive results."

As they began to head back to the house, Quinn stopped. "Do you think we should try to go listen outside Puck's bedroom window?"

"QUINN!"

"Okay, okay….let's go back inside, you spoilsport."

Puck glanced at the clock as he forked a bite of lasagna. 3:23am. Rachel sat at the table across from him, devouring her piece.

"Sorry dinner is a little late," he apologized sheepishly.

She smiled across the table at him. "Under the circumstances, I think that's okay."

They ate in silence, both awash in raw emotion. Rachel felt like she was packed full of emotional dynamite. She wanted to cry, sing, dance, and scream at the same time. Puck just kept replaying the feel of her orgasming around him over and over in his head, which was making concentrating on the food in front of him very difficult.

"Noah, don't you have to be at work in, like, 4 hours?" Rachel questioned, eyeing the clock.

Puck sighed. "Yeah, I do." He didn't want to think about work right now.

"Then I should go," Rachel said quietly.

"No, don't go. Stay," he pleaded.

"Won't you be tired?"

"Are you saying you're not ready to let me sleep?" His voice was hopeful.

She thought for a moment. Then her lips curled into a seductive smile and she took a sip of wine. "I wasn't planning on it."

"Sweet," was his reply.

They walked hand-in-hand back to his bedroom a little while later, both having silently decided that tonight was theirs to simply feel. As flesh met flesh, lips pressed against lips, bodies trembled, and voices cried out, emotions were conveyed. They would deal with the "what comes next?" question, and all that the answer to that question truly involved, in the light of the dawning day.

Author's note pt 2: It's Christmas Eve so this is short. But I wanted to get this posted because there are 4-5 more chapters and I'm already working on the next one. Have a great holiday, everyone, and I'll see ya on the flip side of it! As always, thanks for the reviews. I SIMPLY ADORE THEM!!!!