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The knock that came later on Rachel's door had her spin around with a smile the size of a small country. She ran to the door and then stopped thinking she didn't wanna seem too eager and instead took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair to make it look, she didn't know, just more. She opened the door and Noah stood outside with a bag in hand and a cocky smile.
"Noah," she greeted him trying desperate not to throw herself at him. She had missed him so much and her frantic worries over the day had left her even more happy to see him as well as drained. She couldn't help the tiredness washing over her as he stepped in and gave her a soft kiss at the side of her mouth.
"Hey Gorgeous." He said as softly as his kiss contradicting the cocky smile. He was tired, too. "You won't believe the day I've had," he said as he held his hand on her hips walking inside making sure she followed.
"I think I will."
They fell on the couch both tired, her mind finally at rest from the worries and doubts. They ate small talking about their day. He had been late for the press conference and had then been asked about his ways and all the usual questions; nothing new or even remotely interesting. And all the while he just wanted to go back to her in bed and laze around all day mostly being naked. He had given her shoulder a playful bite saying that. After the press conference all Puck had wanted was some hot grub and coffee and to sit down for half an hour to (he wanted to soak up the night with her but he wasn't gonna tell her that kind of girlish crap) sit and fantasize about her – another playful bite under her jaw this time. He had however been rushed off to a pre-rehearsal. They were not sure about his co-star. She was young and been in a TV-show he hadn't seen but they weren't sure they had cast the right one to play opposite him. They needed to check. His co-star, Carla, had been cute and bubbly in person but he felt she did manage to bring her role to life but he didn't feel any connection with her. It was common like that. You couldn't get along with everybody, he knew that. It was all checked, logged and sent to the producer to sit with the whole the production of the movie to watch, discuss and dissect. They'd know tomorrow. Nothing in Hollywood was slow; it was all about the money and wasting time was wasting money. They refused to make a mistake casting the wrong girl. Funny, he had thought, he was the right one.
He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him as they were done eating and she told him about her day. She omitted the part of worry and self-doubt and instead focused on the injustice her ballet teacher had inflicted on her. Noah played the good boyfriend and offered to beat him up. She smiled and kissed him wanting to change the subject. She wanted his affection and love right now. Soak it up while she could. He gave into her easily returning her kisses and pulling into her lap. Rubbing her back they just kissed. Somehow he had picked up on her sadness. He knew something had happened to her in the passing years. He could feel how tired she seemed. Not physically but mentally. He hated seeing that. He wanted his old vibrant Rachel back and he'd do right about all to achieve it. He had never been good with feelings but he had one now telling him to simply care about her and stick with her. Stick out the tiredness and let her relax with him. He had grown to love her in high school but damn it Finn and his lanky puppy eyes had been in his way and he knew who he was back then, knew he didn't have what it took to have a girl like Rachel.
He peeled off her shirt enjoying the feel of her soft skin under the palm of his hands. He buried his one hand in her hair and the other stayed in her hips encouraging the rhythm of her hips; slow and just enough to tease and plant the idea of sex in his groin. He wanted her closer but he knew he had all the time in the world if he played his cards right. He let go of her lips and drew back a bit to look her in the eye. She smiled at him and a small shard of her old self shone through. But just as soon as it had been there it was gone and she leaned back grinding her sex to his. Fleeing from him. He let her putting both hands on her hips and lifting his pelvis up to meet her. She moaned quietly and he couldn't hold back any longer. He peeled her bra off throwing it somewhere on the floor before turning her over so she was under him. She pulled at his t-shirt between frantic kisses. He kissed her nipple eliciting more moans from her and soft enunciations of his name. He loved that sound, the way she drew out the syllables; 'Nnnoaaaahhhhh.' His pants were too small and felt constricting; like a wall between bliss and control. He had never been one for control. That was her. Always on top of her priorities and she had the master plan and a million of other plans to stay with the plan of plans.
Her small hand found its way to his pants and unbuckling the belt and then his buttons she pulled them down over his straining cock. He couldn't help pushing into her hand wanting more than the soft hold she had on him.
"Babe…" He trailed off as she let go with a teasing smile.
"I'm too dressed." He grinned and kissed his way down her body paying attention to both her breasts and sliding his tongue over her stomach. She giggled and squirmed.
"Tickles." He scrapped his stubbles over her skin and she wiggled even more. "Nnnnnoooaaahhhh!" That moan again. She was crazy if she thought he'd stop when she made that sound. "I'm gonna wet myself, Noah." She sat up and he knew he had to stop. She pulled his face up to her and kissed him while still giggling lightly. He bit her lip feeling impatient. He laid her down again and this time he rid her of her clothes admiring her naked form under him. She stretched out appearing comfortable with herself. He smiled and then all of the sudden he took a second critical look at her. She wasn't looking at him and keeping her eyes closed head turned away from him. He gave her stomach a testing kiss. She gave him a half moan but kept her eyes closed. He moved up to her breast and licked her nipple before biting down on it lightly. She arched her back up to him wanted more and at the same time pushing him away.
"Puck…" she never called him Puck. He knew emotion wasn't his thing or he pretended it wasn't but he could see distancing when he saw it. He was a pro at doing it himself and this was her doing it – to him. Rachel Berry ruined and broken like a toy played with too much by children without any idea how to use it and instead broke it. She was the same package, the same smile, absolute gorgeous body, long hair that would shine in the light even when it was dark but her eyes lacked the spark of energy, interest and that intensity that made her borderline insane at times.
But insanity gone from the front he felt it now ran deeper and was more real. He knew she wasn't insane and had never been but more just flirting with it all the time making her the most unpredictable and interesting person he'd ever met. Now she was a pot with the lid on keeping the steam inside.
"B?" He asked and she hummed back at him but didn't look up. "B." He said more firmly and she opened her eyes looking at him with a scared question in her eyes. Why was she scared? What the hell? She planned out her expression which only angered him even more. "What the fuck is that?"
"What?"
"The impersonal sex-kitten?" her face fell. It took her a second to understand before answering him.
"Isn't that what you want?" she asked in a small voice. He felt confused and then it seem to settle in. Normally that would be what he wanted. He fucked girls and didn't care much what was going on in their heads or how it made them feel. He wanted them to be fucked good and be satisfied but he didn't much care if they felt anything or nothing girly emotional wise. He shook his head and instead of answering her some silly (gay) answer to reassure her, he bent down to kiss her eyes open looking her till she was all fuzzy and too close. He let go and looked her square in the eye.
"Fuck no."
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