He pulls into the driveway and his stomach is kind of in a knot because he's trying to figure out his best plan of attack. Then he realizes he's not the kind of douche who needs a plan of attack.

She stretches when she gets out of the car. She's not drunk by any means, but her head is just slightly fuzzy from the beer she drank, and the day in the sun, and Noah. He's behind her as she walks up the steps to the house. She's very aware of how close he is as she puts her key in the lock and pushes the door open.

She's got one shoe off, hand braced on the wall, when his hand curls around her hip and he spins her around. He pushes her back against the wall and she knows her eyes are all wide as he steps closer and pins her there. He slips his hand into her hair and looks down at her. She knows she's never been looked at like this before. He looks like he wants to devour her. In her opinion, he's not doing it fast enough.

"Rachel."

"Just kiss me," she says. Her breathing is all heavy and she knows she sounds desperate. Truthfully, she is.

So when he lowers his lips to hers, she finds her body goes a little slack until she wraps her arms around his neck and he presses his hips forward to keep her there. His lips are moving against hers and she has to remind herself to kiss him back. She doesn't think she can be faulted for losing her mind just a little bit when his tongue is tracing the seam of her lips and he's gathering her dress in his hand at her hip.

"Wait," she breathes out before he can deepen the kiss. He just kisses along her jaw, then, because fuck that. Unless he hears an unequivocal 'no', he's not waiting for anything.

"No."

"Noah," she whispers into his ear. He moves his hand down the side of her neck, fingers sliding over her pulse until his palm is ghosting over her collarbone and he pulls down the strap of her dress so he can kiss the skin there.

She forgets her point completely when his hand finds her breast and his lips find hers again.

And she doesn't even care anymore. She really doesn't. His lips feel amazing and his hands are incredible. When he arches into her and she can feel how hard he is she gasps a little, which gives him the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He tastes amazing. How is it possible for one person to be this intoxicating? She wants everything he's willing to give her. She shudders when she realizes that he will.

She feels incredible against him like this. He's known her body is amazing. He's seen it enough. Fuck, he's seen her naked. This is a million times better. She's soft in the right places, and she's totally into this kiss. Plus, she said his name all sexy and he is definitely down with that. Then she whimpers and her nails are digging into the small of his back. He doesn't even know when she moved her hand. He also doesn't care. Her hand slips under his shirt at his shoulder and pushes it off, and he lets go of her long enough so his shirt can fall to the floor, but there are still far too many clothes on right now. He moves his hands up her thighs, pulling up her dress until his hands are resting over her underwear at her hips. She presses herself forward and all he wants is to shuck his pants, push her panties aside, and fuck her into the wall. But then he pulls back a little and looks at her, and they haven't even turned on any lights and he can see how flushed her cheeks are, how swollen her lips. He brushes his thumb over them and she closes her eyes, and her tongue darts out to touch his skin.

Holy fuck.

"We gotta go upstairs," he says seriously, hand sliding around her hip to sit on her ass.

She nods and swallows thickly. "I know. I tried to tell you, but..."

He cuts her off, kisses her again to shut her up. She's cute, trying to have a conversation, but that's not what either of them wants right now and she probably knows that. You know, considering his hand is on her ass and she's tugging his bottom lip between her teeth.

"You can't keep doing that," she says, laughing softly. His hand moves up to the back of her hip beneath her dress and pulls her closer to him. "Noah. Stop cutting me off."

He leans against her, chest against hers and his lips against her temple. "You really wanna be talking right now?"

She lets out the sexiest noise yet and shakes her head. When she pushes him away, his hands slip from her body and she kicks off her other shoe then takes his hand, weaving their fingers together, and leads him to the stairs.

Those stairs look like a fucking mountain right now. All he wants is her beneath him, kissing like she kisses and feeling like she feels. He wants to taste more of her (all of her) and tease her and make her arch her back. So halfway up the stairs, he pushes her against the wall again and kisses her hard. The way he sees it, he's gone months without doing it and he wants to do it as much as humanly possible for...for as long as she'll let him. She's pushing up his tee shirt and fucking finally someone's gonna be showing some skin. Yeah, his hand was on her ass, and that was awesome, but he needs bodies to be touching right fucking now. He takes his hands out of her hair and grabs his shirt at the back of his neck, carelessly dropping it onto the stairs below them after he's pulled it off. Her hands run down his chest and she leans in to kiss him, smiling, he thinks.

"My room?" he asks. It's a fucking stupid question, really, 'cause they're not kids or anything stupid like that, but he figures he can make her as comfortable as possible, and if that means she wants to do this in her room, then he doesn't care. At all.

"Mine," she says as she kisses along his jaw. He pulls away and watches as she looks over his body. The night light in the hall makes her look amazing, and she practically runs up the rest of the stairs.

She almost wants to laugh at him for shutting the door, but it's a little funny, how serious he is about having her. A little, but not a lot. He's already got his pants undone when he steps closer to her, and he drags down the zipper of her dress at her side as he kisses her. God, she could get used to kissing him. She could get very used to it. They've only been doing it for a matter of minutes, really, but it feels familiar somehow, like she's done it before. Maybe she's just wanted it so badly for so long that it feels like it's happened before.

Then his hands are on her breasts and his forehead is pressed against hers.

"Fucking beautiful," he mutters. She finds her hands grasping at his sides, digging into his skin. "So gorgeous."

She'd love to tell him to just stop talking and get on with it, but she thinks that this has been such a long time coming, she should probably appreciate every word. It's just that she's having a hard time thinking rationally when he's touching her like this. So she kisses him and slides her hands up his back and shivers when his thumb moves gently back and forth over her nipple. He's already so, so good at this and they aren't even naked.

He pulls away. He knows that if she changes her mind, which she really could do any second, he's going to be in a really shitty place. Fucking her is so much better than, you know, not fucking her. He obviously won't push her, but he cannot take this any further (even though he's idly playing with the clasp of her bra) without knowing for sure that he's getting off. It'd just be wrong at this point if he had to use his hand right now.

"If you don't wanna..."

She sets her hand at the back of his neck and plays with the hair there. It feels really good. Fuck, everything feels good right now. "I think I've been making what I want pretty clear all day."

He smiles and kisses her, laughing a little bit when she pushes at him so she can reach behind her. He pushes her hands away and goes back to unclasping her bra, and when it's falling away he looks down at her body and his hands slide down her sides to pull her closer. She could do this every day. She knows nothing will ever feel like this again, not with him. He's seeing her for the first time and making it fairly clear he likes what he sees. His hands are smoother than she thought on her bare, heated skin, and she cannot get enough. She literally doesn't think she can push herself close enough to him, and when she moans as he kisses across her cheek to meet her lips again, she hears him chuckle and she doesn't even care.

"Noah," she breathes out. "Noah, please."

He steps out of his pants as he pushes her closer to the bed, and when she lays down, she's looking at almost his whole body. She pushes her hair back off her forehead and tries to calm herself down a little bit. She wouldn't be embarrassed if she let go as soon as he touched her, but she doesn't really want it to happen. She expects him to push his boxers off and join her. She knows she's in for something amazing when he does the latter without doing the former.

He usually talks more. He talks a lot. But right now, he's actually kind of overwhelmed or something. He's just looking at her laying on her bed and waiting for him, and he can't think of anything to say that will sound good enough, so he doesn't talk.

He lays down half on top of her, hand over her hip and touching the only piece of fabric still on her body. He leans over and kisses her a little more gently, because he knows this isn't going to be quick and dirty, not like she probably expects, given how fast things have gone since they walked through the door. He hears her suck in a breath when his hand slides over her hip and his fingers dip between her legs.

"What?" he asks quietly, lips moving along her jaw.

"I'm...I'm nervous," she says, laughing softly.

"That's cute." He smiles and tucks his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties. She closes her eyes and grabs onto his arm. "Good?"

Good lord. Good doesn't even begin to describe it. She's still nervous, but he's definitely good with his hands and he's making her forget just about everything she's ever known. She manages to tell him she wants him to take her panties off, and she's definitely happy when he does it. He kisses up the inside of her leg and her breathing grows shallow. Her hands run over his hair when he's within reach, and he kisses the inside of her thigh, moans when he gets closer to her center. The anticipation might kill her. It's been a long time since anyone made this particular act good for her. Then his tongue is on her and she has no doubts whatsoever about his abilities. She should probably be worried that she's giving herself to him so quickly. They've barely been home 15 minutes and she's naked on her bed with his head between her thighs. But it's not like this hasn't been a long time coming, and frankly, she doesn't care. She wants him. Badly. She wants this feeling, the tension in her stomach, right below where his hand is resting.

The thing is, he's usually got a game plan. He knows what women like and where to put his fingers and his tongue and when to give more or less and how to drive them right to the edge and either pull back or push them over, depending on how he wants things to go. All that is forgotten right now. He's still making her feel really fucking good, he knows, because she's making hot sounds and moving her body in ways that prove it. He just doesn't have any particular map for this right now. He's just doing what feels right. God, everything feels right. She tastes amazing. No lie, it's like the best thing he's ever tasted, and if that's in his head he doesn't care. He's painfully hard and he needs to take care of that sometime in the near future. He knows it'll happen, which is a really fucking good piece of info to have.

She's making him crazy, and he doesn't think she has any idea. He still hasn't decided whether or not he wants to make her come before he's inside her. When he tries to pull away to say something kinda dirty (he's sure a girl like her could appreciate a little dirty talk) she presses herself closer to his face, and fuck, she wants to get off and he wants to see her come, so that solves that problem.

He slips a finger into her easily, and she rolls her hips. He loves how responsive she is. It's like everything he does to her is exactly what she wants. Either he's that good, she's that hard up, or they're just that good together. He thinks it's a mixture of options one and three.

"Noah, please," she breathes out. He looks up and she's covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her eyes closed tight, one hand in his hair and the other clutching the bedspread. "Please, I'm so..."

He adds another finger and puts his mouth back to work, and seconds later, she's keening out his name, breathing in the sexiest way ever and arching her back. He rides it out with her, works her with his tongue until she pushes his face away and closes her legs. Her eyes are still closed. He makes a note to make her keep them open next time she comes (he wants to see her, okay?) Her legs don't stay closed long, because after he drops his boxers, he lays on top of her and she parts her thighs so he can lay between them.

She realizes she's been the beneficiary of any and all foreplay this evening. She could tell he was big before when he was pressed against her, but he feels even bigger now that he's laying naked between her thighs. She's already had an amazing orgasm and she's already anticipating her next one. Her mouth floods with saliva at the thought of him inside her. She'd be embarrassed by how much she wants him if he wasn't looking at her the way he is.

He kisses her and she can taste herself on his tongue. She's never had that before. It's strangely erotic and it makes her hips buck against his against her will. She doesn't even feel like she's in control of her body at all right now. It's completely betraying her, and she loves it. She feels kind of sinful and wanton, but she wants to feel him, wants to touch him and make him feel even a fraction of what he just made her feel.

"That was amazing," she says as he cups her breast and kisses her neck, down across her collarbone. "You're...amazing."

She usually has better words. She's a little distracted.

"I know," he says smugly. She pushes at his shoulder gently and he laughs and kisses her again. She takes the opportunity to reach down between them, and he groans into her mouth when she wraps her hand around him. He's thick and hot and she's scared by how much she wants him, right now. She strokes him twice and he buries his face against her neck. "Yes."

She angles her hips again and hopes he gets the message. He must, because he knocks her hand away and pushes her thighs apart a little more, then looks down as he guides himself into her. She should be worried that he didn't even ask whether or not he needed a condom, but she's on the pill, so she isn't too concerned about anything other than the fact that he's inside her for the first time and it feels so good.

He groans as soon as he's pushing into her, because shit, she's tight, and she feels even better than he thought she would, which, to be honest, scares the fuck out of him. And he didn't bother fucking around with a condom, 'cause he knows she'd tell him to stop if they actually needed one.

"Damn, Rach," he bites out, lips against her cheek. "So good." She just nods and he kisses her again, just his lips against hers, but hard enough to show her he means what he's saying. "So fucking good."

"Noah, please," she says, angling her hips again. She's thankful he gave her a moment to adjust, but now she just needs him to start moving before she loses her mind even more than she already has. He pulls back, then thrusts into her again, and she's entirely surprised by the word that comes from her lips like some kind of broken moan. "Fuck."

She thinks he likes hearing that word, because he pushes into her hard and squeezes her hip so hard she's sure she'll bruise. She doesn't care in the slightest. She just wants him to keep doing what he's doing. And he does.

If she weren't busy thinking about his hands and his mouth and his everything right now, she'd seriously question why she didn't do this sooner. Why were they fighting this? It seems like such a given now, that they'd get together somehow. She doesn't know what it means for them, but she doesn't really care. At this point, all she's worried about is what's building inside her, coursing through her body. She never doubted he'd be incredible. She's thought about this before, about being with him like this, and he's far exceeding her expectations.

He slows down because if he doesn't, this is all going to be over way too fast. The problem with going slow is that he can feel absolutely everything. She's so wet and so tight, and she's absolutely fucking perfect. He'd put money on that. She's got one hand on the small of his back, the other between his shoulder blades. Her knees are bent and she tastes like sweat, and it's all for him. It's a little mind-blowing, knowing he's the one who's got her doing all this.

"Don't stop," she breathes out. He'd like to tell her she's out of her damn mind if she thinks he's stopping, but a shudder runs through him instead when she kisses this spot on his neck, just below his ear. Fuck, how'd she find that spot? She cries out when he hits some place inside her, and she's clutching him a little tighter now. "God, right there."

She hitches her leg a little higher and wraps it around him. She might kill him yet. "Shit, Rachel." He laughs just a little bit and kisses her hard, pushing into her again and making her moan when he hits that spot again. "You close, baby?"

He asks because he sure as fuck is, and these deep strokes are pushing him closer and closer by the second. This isn't lasting as long as he wants it to, but fuck it. Quality over longevity. He knows he's going to make them both come hard, and he doesn't care how much time that does or doesn't take.

She nods her head and whimpers when he licks the shell of her ear, then peppers kisses across her cheek until he's nipping at her lips again. She claws at his back a little when he snaps his hips. Apparently she digs any change in rhythm. That'll be fun to explore later. Not right now, though. She breathes out his name again when he slows shit right down, practically whines when he pulls all the way out, only to enter her hard again.

"Can I come inside you?" he asks, pulling back to look into her eyes. Well, he tries, but her lids are snapped shut. "Open your eyes, Rachel." She does as he tells her, but she has yet to answer his question. "Baby, can I come inside you?" he asks seriously.

"Yes," she says, nodding. "Yes. Please." Fuck, that's hot. Not even two strokes later, she's starting to flutter around him. "Noah."

"Open your eyes," he commands again. He tips her chin up and she opens her eyes just in time for him to watch her come, lips parted, hands clutching his back. It's enough to make him let go, just watching her. She feels amazing clenching around him. "Fuck, Rachel."

He doesn't stop moving until he's given her all he has, and when he drops his head to her shoulder, she's running her hands down his back. Both of them are trying to catch their breath, and she's still pulsing around him, which feels fucking incredible. He's a little worried by her not saying anything. Actually, she's been rather quiet (well, words-wise) through this whole thing. He pulls back, smiles lazily before kissing her gently.

"You okay?" he asks, and she nods as she unwraps her leg from around his hip. She brings a hand up to brush the sweat-soaked hair off her forehead.

"I'm excellent," she says quietly, kissing him.

"I know," he mumbles against her lips. "Fuck, that was good." She holds him tighter, kisses him again. He's sure she's trying to kill him, because she clenches around him and he has to groan. "I gotta move."

She gives him this exaggerated pout and these puppy dog eyes, and he laughs quietly, but still pulls out and rolls onto his back next to her. She tries to move, but he grabs her waist and keeps her there with him.

"Noah," she whispers. She sounds shy or embarrassed or something, so he opens his eyes. "I really should go...freshen up."

The wolfish grin he gives her doesn't exactly make her as annoyed as she tries to make herself look. She kisses his arm, just because it's right there, and gets up, and she knows he's watching her as she walks to her bathroom and closes the door most of the way.

She looks at her body in the mirror. It's strange, but she feels different than she did even an hour ago. She feels like something's clicked into place, and that's just ridiculous, isn't it? There's no such thing as love at first sight, and she knows there's no such thing as love at first...embrace. She's not in love with him anyway. She just thinks that maybe if they actually did become something, she definitely could see herself falling for him. It's unreal, the things he just made her feel. She was begging him to let go inside her, which is not only something she's never asked for, but something she's never, ever, not once allowed. (Not that she didn't thoroughly enjoy it.)

She cleans herself up and grabs a hair elastic so she can pull her hair up into a ponytail. She's got a faint bruise forming on her hip and a red mark on her breast she doesn't even remember him putting there. The insides of her thighs are red and her lips are swollen from kissing. She looks freshly ravished, and it's rather scandalous that she finds herself smiling because of it.

She shamelessly steps back into the bedroom, still completely naked, and finds Noah laying beneath her covers waiting for her.

"Good?" he asks when he sees her. He pulls back the sheets for her and she sees that he's still naked, too. She's actually very glad for that. She nods and lays down next to him, curling into his arms. He runs his fingertip over the hickie on her breast. "I do this?"

She laughs and looks at him. "Who else would have?" she giggles.

"Don't remember doing it."

"Me neither," she says, and they both laugh. She drapes her leg over his hip and he lets out a noise from the back of his throat.

"Careful," he warns her. She slides her hand down his body and wraps her hand around him again. "Rachel." After she's stroked him a few times and got him hardening in her hand, he opens his eyes again and pulls her to him so he can kiss her. "We gotta talk about this."

She runs her palm over his tip and smiles triumphantly when he moans and tightens his hold on her. "I know. We will," she promises. She slings one leg over him and continues working him with her hand. "After."

Coolest woman ever. He's convinced.