7 years ago
I don't know how much I love you because no scale can contain my love for you
-Anonymous
It feels safe here and she loves it. His warmth, his scent, the way he holds her. Quinn is in a really good place right now. She snuggles closer into his chest and inhales deeply. She tightens her grip on him and realizes quite distantly that he smells a little like lemons, nice, yellow, fresh, citrusy lemons. She rubs her face into his well muscled chest and registers faintly that she his shirt is that little bit scratchy against the softness of her cheek.
There is a certain amount of wetness on her forehead as she feels the sensation of a fleeting kiss course through her body. She likes this. Finn is definitely a comfortable thing to be leaning on. She nearly falls asleep what with the comfort of his body temperature and the security of his left hand tracing circles on her back, but is startled slightly when the crown of her head vibrates as he talks to her.
"Hey", he whispers and she looks up into his face, his kind, smooth, smiling face. That's what she loves about him; his face. The way it is always smiling at her and the way he looks so kind. She loves him more than anyone and is more than happy that she is here with him. "You wanna watch something else? Cause they're gonna replay the match tomorrow, I can catch it then", he tells her as she smiles up at him. He is smiling again and she pushes herself up to meet his lips.
The kiss is not fleeting like his kiss on her forehead, It is slow, fully drawn out and pure bliss. She sighs into his mouth as he tugs on her lower lip. She feels like she's ready to die now.
"It's alright", she tells him drowsily when they part as she lazily lays her head on his shoulder. "I like watching football", she whispers and he chuckles. The laugh is conveys to her ears through his chest and she finds herself looking at her quarterback boyfriend with strange eyes.
"You're dosing off, and you tell me you like watching football?" he questions and then he laughs again. The sound is contagious because she finds herself laughing back and not only that, she finds her fingers curled up around a cushion at the side of the couch and she is hitting him playfully over the head.
He looks at her, eyes playful and that goofy smile lightening up his features as he grabs another cushion from the other side of her couch and hits her gently over the head. She laughs in a slightly high-pitched voice as she tries to escape him but just as she manages to pull away from her boyfriend, she is pulled back by the waist and brought right into his warm embrace.
She laughs and so does he and then their eyes lock. And before either of them knows what has happened, they are kissing and the television has magically turned off by itself and she is on top of him as she moves to entertain the flesh on his neck.
And that is when he gently inches his hand up her thighs and almost reaches the rim of her cheerleading uniform when she smacks his hand away and pushes away from him playfully.
"None of that until we're married", she chastises him and he pouts slightly but is gentlemanly enough to laugh away his urges and excuse himself for the washroom. She considers the situation. It did take her a substantial amount of effort; denying him that pleasure because she has to admit that although she has been taught to abstain from sex, her body wants this, she wants him but she cannot allow this hunger jeopardize her spirituality.
He returns to the living room and Quinn notices, even though she doesn't comment on it, that his face is drenched in water and he is blushing a deep dark red. She cannot help but smile. He's so bad at expressions. A goofy smile graces his face when he catches her looking at him and he starts toward her.
She finds herself in his arms once again and this time, they do not kiss, they do not do anything, except lay against each other lazily enjoying the quiet of her living room.
There is a sound and both teens spring up from where they were lazing around on the couch and on instinct, look at the door, waiting for an adult to pop in at any given moment. But no one did. Finn breathes a sigh of relief and look down at Quinn who seems to have done the same.
"I think I should go", he says after a moment and she agrees. It's 3.30 in the afternoon and Quinn is sure that neither of her parents are coming back anytime soon but just to play safe, she allows her boyfriend to leave. She watches as he packs his bags and then smiling, remembers that they were supposed to be doing their geography homework together but got a little... distracted. "Oh!" he exclaims and Quinn looks at him quizzically. "I forgot, I didn't drive here", he tells her and she shakes her head. "I'll get Puck to pick me up", he tells her and she nods.
She knows of this guy he mentioned. A mohawk, one that stands tall on the middle of his head flashes into her head, his slight dark-skin and she recalls faintly that he is guy that throws kids into dumpsters. She's never spoken to the boy before but there is something about him that draws her in. She wants to know more about him but then right now, she just brushes through that thought because she had to concentrate on her boyfriend.
They wait for so long she seriously considers sending him home but then, there is the sound of a car parking and then he emerges through the door. Puck. His even his name is exotic and Quinn finds herself staring right into the boy's eyes. They are beautiful; she notices this when he meets her gaze. Time stops for several heartbeats as they examine each other as if they were specimens under a microscope and there is something intriguing about this person but she justcannot figure out what.
"This is my girlfriend Quinn",she hears Finn's voice cut the line of concentration the two teens have built with each other. "Quinn, this is my best friend, Noah Puckerman", he says and for a moment Quinn is frozen, until there is a hand offered to her from Noah.
"Hey", he says and breaks her out of her trance. It takes awhile beofore she realises that it is for her to shake and so gently she picks his hand in hers and shakes it. He smiles at her and she feels a bolt of lightness pass through her body, this is nothing like how Finn makes her feel.
Finn makes her feel safe and secure but this boy, Noah Puckerman makes her feel all shades of curious. He holds her gaze for a few more moments as both teens watch each other.
"Dude, we gotta go, my mum would freak if I get home too late", Finn's voice rings through both of their ears and they finally snap out of their stupor. And then Finn's lips are on her cheek and she is saying goodbye and then just before Noah pulls away from the sidewalk, he winks. She is annoyed at his boldness.
Quinn closes the door behind her and leans on it for comfort and and despite the other boy's cockiness, she cannot help but smile.
There's just something that she likes about Puck; just a little something.
A/N: For the next few chapters, I will be writing about Puck and Quinn's romance pre-Beth and their early marriage periods. Bear with me! You will enjoy these... hopefully... review!
