Disclaimer: AU Season 3. No ownership claimed or implied. If I did own it Glee would have been a different series altogether. And on much later. With an X rating. And way more of the amazing chest and abs of Mr Salling. Right, if you'll excuse me, I'm now going into meltdown.

A/N: A HUGE thank you to Shananigan, Cas and 'guest' - I wish I knew who you are - and another of my reviewers that for some reason the name won't save but it ends in 777, for your kind and motivational words. A smacking great big hug to you all. I feel much more positive again and I'm ready to continue to bore you with my Quick fixation. Many thanks to every person reading and reviewing, please, please know I am grateful to everyone and I love to hear peoples' views and ideas. PM me if you have any suggestions of where you'd like this story to go.

So. It's been a busy, busy week at work with the new students arriving at college, us getting to know them, them getting to know us. It's always weird the first few weeks, especially getting to know different peoples way of signing. At least my hands are back in business and I'm loving being able to have conversations with Deaf people again. The new students haven't yet met my crazy side, they've been spared so far. Not for long, I'm working this weekend and that's usually when I get them switched on to MTV. Major song signing session, mmhmm, I can see it happening already. Or maybe a Glee marathon. It wouldn't be the first time :D

Puck raised his head and looked down the length of his body, his hands in Quinn's hair. He sucked in a breath, holding himself back, his teeth gritted. His head fell back on the bed, he tried to recite the alphabet backwards. "Quinn" he groaned, trying to keep from erupting. Quinn raised her head slightly, looking up. Puck raised his head again looking down at her. The sight of her swollen lips still against the head of his cock, her tongue just about to lap the fluid leaking from the tip was almost enough. The hand wrapped round his rock hard shaft squeezed just the tiniest bit and it almost, almost was his undoing. Quinn's lips parted, she bent her head again and he groaned, feeling his balls tighten, his stomach clenched. He jerked with each jet that hit the back of her throat, her hand stroking in time with his pulses. "Arrrghhh" He grunted watching Quinn swallow everything her threw at her.

Quinn crawled up the bed towards him, he was breathing hard, sweat glistened on his smooth chest. "That was my winner's prize" she said against his lips. "What's going to be your losers forfeit?"

"I don't know, but if that's your prize every time you win can we get everyone to play football again tomorrow? I promise we'll make you girls look really, really good." Puck swallowed, trying to moisten his dry mouth.

Quinn grinned against his lips. "Nice try Puckerman but next time I win I might want something different than your cock in my mouth."

"Fuck. I was going to let you win at everything from now on." He muttered, before sliding his tongue along the crease of her lips, tasting himself on her. Quinn parted her lips to allow him access, her tongue stroking his. Puck's arms came up to wrap round her shoulders. He pushed up and used his weight and momentum to roll Quinn onto her back, leaning over her. He kissed her again, longer, more forcefully then left her lips to find the pulse beating wildly in her throat. Quinn as always when he found that sweet spot caught her breath, feeling the tingles spread through her body. Puck kissed and nipped his way to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth while teasing and torturing the other with his wicked fingers. He swapped between the two again and again and again.

Puck continued his journey in minute, excruciating detail. His path slow and meandering, his lips and tongue tasting her skin, lapping at her, then finally trailing his tongue down the centre of her tight, toned stomach, dipping into her belly button. He shifted his whole body, parting her thighs to lie between them. He looked up at her, their positions now reversed as his tongue made its first stroke of her screaming, quivering clit. Quinn felt every muscle in her body tighten at that first touch. Pucks fingers teased her slick entrance, slowly inserting two deep, deep inside, moving them, finding that one spot, that magic spot that would make her come undone. Puck suckled on her clit, keeping the touches light, gentle, his fingers stroking her inside. Quinn speared her fingers through the front of his mohawk, her nails raking his skin, clenching as her body clenched. "I'm too close," she groaned, trying to pull him away, wanting to last longer. Puck raised his head, his fingers still working their magic.

"What do you want?" Puck asked her, his movements never ceasing.

"You, I want you inside me. Now." Quinn groaned.

"The recovery powers of the Puckster are legendary" Puck grinned at her, dragging his fingers from her and rising to his knees. He was definitely ready for round two. Puck guided himself to her and entered, both of them groaning as they joined. Puck lay still on top of her, their breaths mingling. His motions slow as he began thrusting in and out. All the way in, all the way out. Slow. Slow. Slow. Their mouths joined once more and he picked up speed, faster, faster, Quinn squeezed her muscles tight, Puck felt her gripping his cock inside. He lowered his head and tugged her nipple with his teeth. Quinn's body arched up from the bed, almost throwing him off. His arm went under her, he changed angle and slammed into her, his pace increasing, sweat dripped from his forehead onto her chest. He knelt up, lifting her hips high, her shoulders still on the bed, deepening the angle into her. He bent and lifted her, still on his knees, she sat upright on his lap, her breasts at his lips. Quinn rocked into him hard, moaning, riding him, her arms round his head. She bent her head as he raised his, their lips met, tongues tangling, still tasting each other on their tongues and lips. Puck held her hips hard against his as he thrust up, feeling his balls rising, tightening, Quinn's muscles milking him for every drop, he grunted with each jet that filled her, slowing, slowing, to rest against each other, his head on her shoulder, her cheek resting on his head, both of them breathing heavily.

"Jeez Fabray, I'm fucked." Puck whispered, still out of breath, his arms round her hips.

"Me too, totally." Quinn said with a smile against his mowhawk.

"Well, you need to remake the bed, I can't move" Puck said, falling on to his side, taking her with him, then rolling on to his back.

"I need a shower, I'm all sweaty and sticky, and so do you. Come on." Quinn stood and tugged at his hand.

"Noooo, I can't move." Puck groaned and pulled her back down to him, kissing her again.

"Up. Come on." Quinn encouraged, escaping from him again and walking naked into their bathroom.

Puck heard the shower start and forced himself to get up. In the bathroom he pulled open the shower door and stepped in behind her, reaching over her shoulder for the soap. They took a long time to wash each other clean.

While Quinn remade their bed Puck made food, both of them hungry after the game of football and their work out at home. They snuggled together on the sofa watching the third Twilight movie, Eclipse, Puck making fun of Quinn's obsession with 'Sparkly Edward mmmmmm' which was the way she always said it, never just 'Edward'.

"I thought you'd have gone for the wolf guy with the abs." Puck commented.

"Why? I've already got my own guy with amazing abs, I don't have a guy with sparkly skin though.

"So you really like my abs, huh?" Puck fished. "What else do you really like?"

Quinn looked over her shoulder at him. "What? Do you mean what do I like about you?" She asked, laughing.

"Yeah, what do you like about me?" Puck asked, sounding a bit self conscious, uncertain.

Quinn turned in his arms, hers going round his neck, they lay facing each other on the sofa, tight together. "Well, I love the mohawk, it turns me on," she shrugged, might as well go for broke and reveal everything, "it always has. I love to stroke the hair, here, where it's shaved really close but I love it more when it's just growing out before you shave it again, it feels like suede." Her fingers trailing patterns on his scalp.

"Cool, that's just my head though. Anything else?" He smiled.

"I love your eyes. They're like pools, so deep I could drown, they change colour with your moods. Just now they're dark, but I love when they're so light they're nearly green." Quinn whispered stretching to gently kiss his lips. "Do you want more or is that enough for now?" She teased.

"I was hoping for you to go a bit lower but it'll do for now." Puck grinned, his arms tightening round her, hugging her close.

Quinn burrowed her hand between them, cupping him through his shorts. "You want to know what I like about this?" She asked, seeing his eyes change colour yet again. "Well, first of all I love how it tastes, I love how it feels, I love how it feels when it's inside me," her hand was beginning to feel the changes in his body, she squeezed gently, "I love how it comes alive for me," her hand now stroking, she delved inside his shorts, he turned on to his back bringing Quinn to lie on top of him. "You think you can go again? That's some stamina Puckerman."

"I've had food, drink, rest." Puck nodded his head, considering, "I'm good to go. Are you?" He asked, his hands sliding inside her pyjama pants cupping her ass, helping her to rock against him.

"Oh yeah. One more time with feeling?" She whispered before leaning in to kiss him senseless. The movie played to itself.

Next day at school the whole of New Directions sat together at lunchtime. The girls had not stopped crowing about winning the football game. Other football team members came to sit with them, wanting to hear how six girls could beat four of their team mates and two other guys. Admittedly one of them was in a wheelchair but even so. Four actual football players should have been able to trounce six girls no problem.

"Oh come on. Admit it, if you'd have seen the handspring Quinn did - good job there Fabray by the way or been given a flash of your girlfriends boobs in the middle of the field you'd have lost too" Santana defended the Glee guys from the ribbing they were getting.

"Well how does that work for Puckerman? He has everything on tap at home. And at school if rumours are true" Asked one of the huge linebackers.

"Sometimes it takes words too," Quinn grinned, leaning in to a laughing Puck.

"We just have to accept that they used tactics, very effective girl tactics and they whipped our asses." Puck laughed his arm going round Quinn's shoulder. "Maybe we should get Coach Beiste to sign you all up for the next game. Minus the boob flashing bit. No one sees them but me." He growled into Quinn's neck, leaning her back over the bench, one hand covering one of her boobs. Quinn's arms shot up to grip his arm, feeling as though she was falling.

"Puckerman, that's not showing team spirit" one of the other players mock griped. "Didn't your mother ever teach you to share when you were little?"

"Nope, she taught me to hang on to what's mine and never let it go." He said with a grin, looking straight into Quinn's eyes and giving her a wink. "And you Fabray are most definitely mine." Then dipped for a kiss. They eventually broke apart when they heard the whistles and catcalls of the football team and Glee club surrounding them.