Glee Disclaimer: It's not something I own, just something I toy around with for fun! Ryan Murphy- he's gifted.

Mark Salling: He's my first real celebrity crush, but I want to go on record as saying I only stalk him in my mind.

Author's Note: Thank you, dear readers, for letting me know what you wanted. Mama P is not coming… yet! This chapter is Puck's POV. There WILL be smut. Vegas is going to trickle over into real life. Jean will- I guess there have to be SOME surprises!

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Puck went to the apartment door to pick up Rachel on Thursday morning. The cab waited downstairs while he grabbed her bags. He stopped himself from commenting on the need for 3 bags for 4 days because he was not about to start the trip on a sour note.

"Babe," he greeted her with a quick kiss and swung one bag over his shoulder while he grabbed the others. "Ready?"

"I am."

She smiled at him. He could tell she still thought it was a little rushed, but he was glad she'd agreed to go. If ever a person needed some relaxation in her life, it was Rachel Berry. The girl needed chill time.

On the way to the airport, Puck's phone rang.

"Sorry," he apologized. "Work."

Rachel immediately wondered who would be calling him on his vacation. Her suspicions were confirmed with his next words.

"Jean, if you can't handle something like this, explain to me why I need you on staff. This is EXACTLY why I hired you- so I could have more free time. If you can't do this, we need to talk."

His voice rose a little as the discussion became heated. Finally, he ended the conversation with, "I am NOT delaying my weekend with Rachel to deal with YOUR problem. You can handle it."

Rachel said nothing at his look of annoyance. She just squeezed his knee supportively.

They had an uneventful rest of their trip to the airport and checked in doing the waiting game as the rest of the world went through security and checked luggage too. Puck was not a patient traveler, but he was trying to stay calm and cool for Rachel. When they settled into their seats, he looked over at her and squeezed her hand again.

"How do you feel about joining the mile-high club this morning?" he questioned.

At her horrified expression, he chuckled. "Just kidding."

She smoothed her face over and responded, "I know."

"You didn't know."

"I hoped."

They chatted a little while on the plane, then they listened to their IPODS and settled in. By the time the plane landed, they were a little tired, but eager to begin vacation time. Rachel appreciated that he valued their time together enough not to want to delay the trip when work problems arose.

Puck had arranged for a rental car and drove them to the airport. He'd brought his own GPS so they would know where they were going.

"What are you up for today, sweetheart?"

"I thought we could spend some time by the pool. I'd love to start working on my tan."

Though they hadn't seen each other in a few days, they had talked about the trip via email. Puck had wanted to make sure they did the things Rachel wanted and stayed somewhere she would like. Puck had been to Vegas a lot for business conventions and a few bachelor parties, but this was his first time coming with a girl, and he wanted it to rock.

He checked them into the hotel while she glanced around approvingly. He breathed out a little, glad to have made her happy. They made their way to the room and unpacked their stuff quickly. While Rachel moved her stuff to where she wanted it, he ran to a nearby Walgreens to get them some drinks and condoms. Seriously, he had forgotten to pack condoms. What the hell? He was trying so hard to make this weekend NOT all about the sex; it was nearly killing him.

When he returned to the room, she was in the bathroom.

"Get your suit on. I'm all ready to head to the pool," Rachel called.

He grinned and threw his suit on quickly, grabbed his IPOD and wallet, and added sunglasses to his head. Rachel came out of the bathroom wearing a strappy dress over her suit and grabbed a bag she had prepared for poolside. Since their room was just outside the pool area, they went through the French door to get there. Rachel found them two comfortable chairs together and proceeded to turn them toward the sun while he got the towels.

Rachel set her stuff on the little table between their chairs. She pushed her straps down and stepped out of her dress. Puck moistened his lips at the sight of her in those… triangles. He swallowed uncomfortably and was grateful he had on sunglasses. Holy SHIT!

It wasn't like it was any surprise that Rachel was hot- he'd seen her naked. Somehow, the two TINY triangles that barely covered just part of her boobs and that little scrap of fabric on her crotch was sending him over the edge. The rest of the suit was really just strings. It was like she was naked out here- except thank fuck she wasn't.

Puck swallowed again and looked away. Jesus. He had to get his shit together. When he turned back toward Rachel, she was smoothing lotion all over her body.

"Do you want some lotion?"

He looked at her glistening body and stifled a groan.

"Not yet. I think I'm going to go in the water."

She shrugged, surprised that he was going into the water already.

He made his way to the pool, hoping it was REALLY cold. He needed that. It wasn't. He motioned to a waiter and ordered a drink and sent him to Rachel, giving him the room to charge the drinks to. He watched Rachel from the deeper part of the pool, hoping to send the message to his body that now was not the time for THAT.

He watched the waiter make his way over to Rachel to get her drink order. The asshole didn't even attempt to hide the fact that he was checking her out. Puck simmered in the pool while the douche-waiter eye-fucked his girl.

When the waiter brought him an icy Mai Tai a few minutes later, he nodded to him and practically jerked it out of his hands. He saw that Rachel had a fruity drink next to her too. He wasn't sure what it was. As he sipped, he noticed it wasn't helping him calm down at all. His eyes were glued to her, and the scene he was unraveling in his mind was intense. Those triangles revealed too much and not enough all at once.

When his plan was firmly planted and the drink gone, he made his way out of the pool, strategically placing towels to dry off with on his way. When he got to the chair where Rachel was, he tapped it lightly to get her attention.

"Hey, I'm going to get some snacks."

A look of annoyance crossed her face. "Okay. They're in the bag on top of the microwave."

He went to the room, just steps away from where she was, and waited a few minutes, drying off as he waited.

"Hey, Rach," he called, after waiting enough time. "I can't find the pretzels. Can you help me a minute?"

Her annoyed, "Sure." almost made him laugh out loud, but he kept it in check.

When she entered the room, not noticing that he had already redrawn the drapes, he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her intently.

"Noah, what are you doing?"

"Shit, Rach. I TRIED to keep my hands off you. I didn't toss you into the bed the minute we got here like I wanted, but… then you wore this." He gestured to her suit.

She squirmed a little, and he sat on the bed, pulling her into his lap and kissing a trail along her neck.

"Rach, you're incredible. I can't possibly wait a minute longer. Even after all that time in the water, look at what you do to me."

He led her hand to his bathing suit, where she could feel the hardness through the wet fabric. Rachel bit her lip, and began stroking him. He reached up her back to tug her top off to get access to her. Each breast pebbled under his touch, and he took turns stroking them with his tongue. He continued to kiss her neck and lied back on the bed, scooting to the top, carrying her with him.

When he tried to flip her beneath him, she resisted.

"No, I want to be on top."

He wasn't about to argue, as long as she gave him access to all his favorite parts. While he kissed her again, showing her with his tongue what he planned to do, she tugged at his suit. He shoved it down and kicked it to the floor, quickly grabbing her bottoms to do the same. He continued to kiss her, blazing a trail from her breasts to her neck to her lips. He slid his tongue along hers, panting for breath as she resumed her stroking of his cock.

"Rach, a break- please."

She smiled, proud of what she'd done to him. He pushed her back and slid between her legs, kissing the tender skin inside her thighs. When he stroked a tongue up them, she shivered. Puck found the tender nub of her clit and nipped lightly at it. She cried out, and he used his tongue to soothe it. While his tongue worked her clit, he pushed a thumb into her, searching for the spongy g-spot. When he found it, she arched up to meet him, and he continued to press it as he lubed her clit with his tongue. In minutes, she was at the edge, and he pushed her over with his tongue flattened to her clit while his thumb increased the pace inside her. When she was calling out his name, he went back up to kiss her, enjoying the rise and fall of her breasts as she struggled to regulate her breathing. He never removed his hand from her, and switched fingers, allowing more rotation with his index finger.

"Now it's your turn," she told him.

She had barely put him in her mouth and begun sucking, when he grabbed her and pulled her up on top of him.

"I have to be inside you now. Let me get a condom."

He reached into the nightstand and grabbed the box.

"Those didn't come with the room, did they?" she asked playfully.

"No, I got them on my trip to Walgreens."

"Do you think 12 will be enough?"

He smiled but didn't tell her that he'd bought two boxes.

She grabbed the condom out of his hand and slid it on him. He was the first guy she'd ever been with that truly needed the XL size condoms. He'd never be able to make a regular one work.

Puck watched her lick her lips as she slid him into the condom. Shit. It was like she was purposely testing his control today. He was glad he'd worked one out in the shower this morning, but it had still been days since he'd been with her, so it was killing him.

As soon as he was covered, he reached between her legs and pulled her onto his lap. She put a thigh on either side of his hips and slid down onto him. He groaned. God, she was amazing. That tight slit was pulsing around him. She rocked back and forth, teasing his mouth with her tits. Every time he nipped at one, she rocked back, pulling them out of his reach. Just to keep it even, he pressed on her clit, rubbing little circles over it. Her speed increased quickly. She was working him and her muscles clenched around his dick tightly. When the orgasm took her, she collapsed onto his chest in an exhausted heap. He stroked into her a few times and let his own release go.

"Thanks, babe," he tapped her ass a little to push her off him so he could dispose of the condom.

She smiled up at him, completely relaxed.

"Now that I've satisfied your urges, can I work on my tan?" She grinned.

"For now, but if you're going to be wearing that suit all weekend, be prepared for a lot more of this."

"Don't worry. I brought three other suits with me."

She laughed at the disappointment on his face.