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Mark Salling, I cannot wait to hear/see you sing tomorrow! I hope to be seeing a lot more of Puck in episodes to come! (Seriously, Ryan Murphy, check out the popularity of Mark Salling on these fan sites…)
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Rachel woke in Puck's arms and stretched lazily against him. She cuddled up into his arms, and let him fondle a few of his favorite parts before she jumped out of bed and into the shower. She found him lounging in bed when she returned to get dressed.
"Get moving. We have to clean up from the get-together and finish unpacking our new stuff."
He rolled over lazily to observe her getting dressed.
"Any more interesting stuff we didn't get to from the bachelorette party yet? Chang was probably as impressed as I was with the power of your crotchless lingerie."
"WHAT?" she shrieked.
Shit. He probably should not have said that.
"Uh. I don't mean he was impressed about your underwear. I mean he doesn't even know about your underwear. He was just impressed that I banged you with a roomful of people out here."
Was that better? He ran his hand through his hair.
"How does Mike know you banged me with a roomful of people out here? Oh, my, God. Did he hear us? Was he waiting to use the bathroom?"
He really wanted to tell her he heard them. Rachel was ALWAYS vocal, and he did his best to keep her quiet, but… shit. She was so freaking hot when she got all screamy on him. Plus, that would put it more on her- not him!
"No, he didn't hear us. He guessed, and I high-fived him. That's it. I swear."
She set her jaw and looked away. Shit. He hustled himself into the shower so he could help her and they cleaned up the apartment quickly and went out for lunch.
"So, Becky told me about auditions for 'Spring Awakening' coming up."
"Good for you. You'll get it. You're amazing."
"Noah, I know you respect me professionally, and I want you to respect my artistic nature, I just want to warn you that this particular role is pretty sensual."
His ears perked up. Sensual. Whatever. She'd be performing with some gay guy. How sensual could it be?
"Babe, I trust you 100%. You just bring home all that passion leftover after your performance to the Puckzilla. I'll take care of all your needs."
She smiled at him.
"There's also some nudity."
"Nudity?"
They had never talked about this. His jaw clenched. Nudity sucked. He didn't want his friends to see her goods. He didn't even want them to see her in a bikini.
"Well, there's a pretty sensual sex scene that involves some breast exposure. I won't try for the role if you're uncomfortable with it, but I would very much like to enjoy this opportunity."
"Rachel, I'll be honest. The last thing I want is for other guys to see your rack, but you are an actress and this kind of thing is going to happen. Just don't be upset if I don't go to as many shows as normal. This might be harder for me to take- even though I know you'll be acting."
She smiled at him and kissed him.
"I knew you'd understand."
The honeymoon pretty much ended then and there because she became obsessed with running lines for her audition. The more Puck read the lines with her, the more he knew he was going to fucking hate this show.
Three weeks later…
Rachel had gotten the role in "Spring Awakening". She was excited about it and talked about it all the time. The lead was played by some guy named "Adam" he had never heard her mention.
"Who is this Adam? What else has he been in?" he asked one night.
"He's originally from Philadelphia. He's a terrific actor. His voice is amazing too. I can't believe they stumbled on him so quickly after he moved here. You'll love him. I actually can't wait for him to meet you."
She rambled on a little longer, and he ignored most of what she said. Becky joined them and asked Rachel how it was going.
"That guy Adam is so freakin' hot. You're lucky I'm in a relationship now or I would SO make you set me up with him."
What the fuck?
"Wait a sec. Adam isn't gay?"
Rachel and Becky turned to stare at him.
"Noooooo. Why would you have thought he was gay?"
Um. Why wouldn't he have? Most of her costars were gay. How the fuck did she end up in a soft-porn play with the one hetero male lead in the fucking city?
"I guess, I just thought he was more like your other costars." He mumbled it, griping a little. Damn.
Another week later…
Noah reached around his wife's waist as she stood at the sink. He reached up to fondle her breasts. She knocked his hand away.
"Damn it, Noah. Do you have to grope me all the time?"
"Fuck, yeah," he said, reaching again.
She shoved him back.
"Sometimes I think you only want me for the sex!" she shouted and stomped off to slam their bedroom door.
What the fuck? He knew she was stressed out over the new show, but that was a little ridiculous! She had been going full tilt, and she was exhausted. When she wasn't at rehearsal, she was usually sleeping. She seemed to take almost daily naps, and slept long and late. There had even been a few nights they hadn't had sex. It was crazy, but the girl was beat. He tried to be understanding, but… damn. He had needs.
Noah cleaned up the kitchen before going to the bedroom. She was sniffling in the bed, and he lied down to pull her into his arms.
"I'm sorry, Rachel. I do love to touch you, but I love you more than anything. I didn't mean to make you feel that your body was more important to me than you."
He kissed away her tears and she sobbed into his arms. Jesus. This kind of drama was pretty over-the-fucking-top for even high school Rachel. What the fuck? The stress of this role must be too much for her.
"I'm sorry too, Noah. I don't know why I'm so emotional. I know I overreacted, but I just couldn't help it. My boobs hurt like hell."
He looked down at her ample cleavage in her tank top. Fuck yeah. That explained everything. PMS.
"Babe, look at your boobs. They're huge. I think you're going to get your period. Aren't you about due anyway?"
She looked up at him, then down at her boobs. They were pretty full.
"Don't you dare blame PMS."
"Wouldn't dream of it. But it would explain why they hurt."
She nodded. It made sense.
"If these new pills are going to give me these kind of side effects, I'm going to ask the doctor to switch me again!"
Puck groaned. " 'S not all bad, you know." He said with a lecherous grin to her breasts. " 'Sides another switch would mean I'd have to bag it again. I hate that shit. No. 'S all good here."
He started kissing her neck, and made it a point to avoid her boobs. He rubbed her waist, and kissed her neck and as much as he wanted to enjoy her newfound wealth, he avoided her top completely. Instead, he put all his attention into taking her mind off her moods and putting her in the right mood.
He pulled her yoga pants off and stroked her with his fingers as he whispered words of love into her ear. When she started seeking out harder kisses and more tongue, he dropped down to put his mouth to good use. He licked and sucked her clit until she was screaming his name.
She pushed him back on the bed and started to tease him with her mouth. She rubbed his chest and teased his nipples with her hands and used her mouth to kiss its way along his cock. She sucked on just the tip and kissed back down the length. She stroked him with her hand and sucked the tip again. Then she deep-throated him down all the way. She sucked hard and strong.
"Rachel, stop, babe."
She climbed up on him, and he tried to keep his hands away, but he reached out to stroke her nipples. She shoved his hands away.
"Noah, you have to understand. They're sore, and I have to do this all day during rehearsal too. I can't take it at night from you."
What the fuck? He was her husband, and he had to play second fiddle to some straight guy who got paid to feel his wife up. He pushed her back against the bed and put her legs up on his shoulders. He rubbed the backs of her legs and teased her clit with his fingers.
"Do you think about me while you're doing this all day?"
"No!"
What? That wasn't the answer he'd been looking for.
He kissed her neck. "Why not?"
"That's not for fun. That's work. I don't get any enjoyment. I'm just trying to work on my performance. This is for me… and you."
The last parts of her speech were spit out slowly and choppily as she was nearing orgasm due to his swirling fingers on her clit.
He pumped into her harder.
"You just make sure you remember the fucking difference between work and play. I love you, Rachel Puckerman."
"Noah!" she screamed as the throes of orgasm came over her. He came into her too and kissed her gently as he pulled out.
"I love you, Noah. I'll let you know as soon as you can touch the girls again."
He nodded. That was as close to an "I'm sorry" as he was going to get from Rachel. She hated to admit she was wrong.
They cleaned themselves up and she fell asleep. He was actually starting to worry about his girl. She was exhausted and this was just rehearsal. How was she going to handle all the shows?
