A/N: Chapter Title: "Everything" by Lifehouse (my new obsession other than The Script).
Warning: Puckleberry smut – Seattle edition, right ahead!
"I tried to wait, Rach, I swear I did," Puck whispered near Rachel's ear as his hands swiftly slid each button of her shirt through the corresponding hole. "I was going to go upstairs and go to bed." Puck pushed her shirt open, his eyes raking over her breasts and glazing slightly as he watched her nipples pucker. "But then I realized that if we're starting over, this night needed to replace that night. And you and I should have been here, like this, for at least the last three years anyway and I figured—" he paused, bending to nip her lips with his teeth and then softly kiss her, "—that we had a lot to make up for and—" His lips moved down to her jaw, where he brushed his lips against the soft skin that he found there, "—I want you so fucking bad, Rachel. I—" His hands drifted up into her hair, tilting her head back for better access to her lips, "—love you and don't want to spend another minute just aching to touch you if I can actually—" His lips pressed against hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and stifling the moan that escaped from low in her throat, "—touch you like this again."
Rachel shook against him. Resisting him, even if he hadn't been saying such wonderful things, was impossible. They'd barely just worked things out but he was all she could think about. From the moment that she'd admitted how she felt on the ferry, this was all she could think about. His touch, his kiss, his words – they were like the final balm over the wounds she'd carried around for months. Noah—I can't believe you're here…we're here…
Puck eyes went dark, focusing to watch Rachel's face as he slid his hands over her breasts and down her belly to grasp her hips. Her head lulled back at his soft caresses, the gentle strokes of his hands sending small shivers running through her body. He tugged her to him, his shirt abrading the rigid peaks of her nipples. His head dipped and he took her lips forcefully, claiming them over and over again as his fingertips flitted along her hips, stroking and massaging in small circles. Rachel felt languid in his arms. He was taking the lead and she wanted to simply go with it and give herself over to the feeling of him and her body's reaction to him.
Pulling her against him, Puck maneuvered the two of them around to the plush couch, where just a few months ago, Rachel had kissed him, igniting a fire that had lasting repercussions. Swooping his hands up her arms to settle on her shoulders, he gently pushed her onto the cushions. Rachel leaned back, her chest heaving slightly as her breath hitched in her throat. She had no idea what was coming next and she nearly trembled with anticipation. Puck scrutinized her body as she sat, legs slightly splayed, breathing irregular. The need he'd felt for her for months coursed through his veins, multiplying with every moment that his eyes caressed her. Dropping down next to her, his hand stroked her cheek and she met his eyes.
"That night, I should have been honest and told you that I was there because of how much I was missing you," Puck saw Rachel's eyes turn watery, liquid collecting on her lashes, as he spoke. "I should have told you that I felt like something was missing in my life without you in it." He flicked his tongue out and ran it along the rim of her lips, groaning when she shuddered and reached for his arms. "So I'm telling you now – my life sucks without you. The worst day we ever had together was still better than my very best day without you."
Rachel closed her eyes as she felt a tear slip down her cheek. Puck watched it fall curiously, his eyes settling for a brief moment on her swollen lips before his brow furrowed in concern.
"Why the tears, babe?" His hand slid up and brushed a tear away, slowly rubbing his thumb back and forth over the soft skin of her face.
Rachel smiled at him, the heat and intimacy of his touch scrambling her brain. "Because I never imagined that we'd be here, again, like this."
Puck watched another tear fall. "This is a good thing, right?"
Nodding, Rachel reached up and kissed him. "Of course it is. I've just missed you so much, Noah…"
Puck groaned in relief, reaching for her. "Tell me…"
Pulling her to him, he dipped his head and suckled at her breast, grabbing the nipple between his teeth so hard that Rachel's body instinctively arched toward his mouth. "I'm waiting," he prodded, lips still surrounding her nipple.
Rachel gasped when he latched onto her breast again, forcing herself to concentrate on speaking even as his tongue lashed against her peak. "I missed your voice…and your laugh…and the fact that you never let me take myself too seriously. And without you, as hurt as I was, there was still this huge hole in my heart that nobody could fill but you." As she remembered, another tear dropped from her eyes. "But most of all, I missed the way you smelled. Your scent meant that you were nearby. It was a sign that everything was safe and comfortable and okay…but you were nowhere...and that meant that nothing was okay. But you were everywhere, Noah…everywhere. My thoughts were never far from memories of you." She met his eyes and noticed that they seemed to shine, reflecting the small light above the front door. He quickly took her face in his hands and pulled her into a fiery kiss, emotion threatening to run away with him.
When she shuddered and pulled away to gasp for a breath, Puck leaned his forehead against hers. "I saw you everywhere, Rach. Every-fucking-where. It's like you were haunting me. And you were somewhere - I didn't know where - but you're the only thing I wanted… Fuck, Rach, you're the only thing I need."
Rachel choked out a cry, pushing herself against him as she fought back the tears. She'd never felt like this before. She wanted him inside her head and inside her heart, even as he worked toward sinking himself inside her body. She needed it all. Right now. With him. Her hands were suddenly on him, tugging at his shirt and jerking at his belt.
Puck cocked one eyebrow at her quick, demanding movements and then chuckled, pushing himself off the couch to pull his shirt over his head. He undid his belt and shoved his jeans down, stepping out of them, as she reached for his hand. Rachel pulled him back down on the couch and he watched with a heavy gaze as she swung her leg over him, straddling his lap. He bucked his hips up to grind his hardness into her through his thin boxers and her pathetic excuse for panties. Shit, was she preparing for this? He smirked for a moment as he gazed at the thin, lacy yellow strip of fabric that kept him from the deepest, hottest part of her body. His mouth felt like sandpaper as his gaze focused on the patch of dark hair beneath the thin lace. Fuck…so fucking hot. Rachel moved her hips, rocking herself against him, and Puck pulled his eyes from her crotch and swore loudly as the heat of her passed over his length. His hands settled on the firm cheeks of her behind, kneading and squeezing. Rachel mewled, grinding herself against him again. Puck had to fight the animalistic urge to grab her by the hair and throw her down on the couch to fuck her. He'd had sex countless times in his life. Hell, he'd had sex with this woman before. But this was different. This felt like nothing he'd ever experienced in all his years and all his conquests. This woman…the things she did to his heart, let alone his body, made every touch feel magnified in intensity. Groaning, Puck's hands tightened on her ass as their eyes met. Biting her lower lip in concentration, Rachel took the pads of her fingers and skimmed them along his shoulders and down his arms. Her touch was barely there – hardly a whisper of a touch, but goose bumps popped up across skin and he quaked as a sliver of fire ran through him. Flattening her hands and applying more pressure, she dragged her palms across his shoulders and down his chest. She writhed in his lap, the sensual act of caressing his hard muscles against the skin of her palms causing her to nearly cry out. Touching him, merely running her hands over his body, was enough to light her ablaze. Her body's uncontrolled reaction would scare her if he'd been anyone else. But he was Noah, so the desire she had to please him made sense. Puck watched, his mouth agape, as she leaned forward and swiped her tongue across his nipple.
"Fuck, Rachel," he rasped, threading his fingers into her hair along the back of her head. Rachel grinned against his body, sticking her tongue out to flick at his nipple again. Puck tilted her head up to kiss her, pressing her hips down at the same time so that his erection burned into her. Rachel ground herself against him in response, pushing her breasts at him.
"You're a tease," he murmured against her lips. She shook her head from side to side as to disagree with him but then pulled away to resume running her hands over his body.
"You know," she met his eyes as her fingers trailed over the defined muscles of his abdomen, "that I tried to memorize the feel of our body that night. The way it felt under my hands…" Rachel's voice was smooth as her palms slid up and tightened on his biceps. "…and against my skin," Rachel swiped her tongue along his collarbone, inhaling the scent of his that she loved. She slid her tongue up his neck to his jaw, where she gently laid a single kiss. "But I really tried to memorize the way you felt inside me." Puck exhaled loudly at her words, his hands roaming across her back.
"So you remember how fucking amazing it felt?" Puck's hand slid down slowing and settled on her flat stomach. "The way you seemed to fit so perfectly around my cock, like you were fucking made just for me?"
Desire violently skittered through Rachel's body, the warmth of his palm, coupled with his erotic words, nearly causing her to fly apart. She quivered in his lap, leaning in to moan into his ear, "Noah, I want you."
Puck throbbed inside his boxers. He felt like he was going to explode from the pressure and aching inside his body. Nudging her off his lap, he pressed her down onto the couch. When she was lying back, he straddled her legs with his and snaked his hand down between her thighs, rubbing his index finger against her fabric-covered clit. Rachel rolled her head to one side, bowing her hips slightly toward his hand.
Leaning down so that Puck's eyes could settle on hers, he muttered, "Fuck, baby, the way you spread yourself open for me and begged me to fuck you? I can't get that image out of my head." He pressed his finger harder against her clit, teasing and circling but never delving below the thin barrier of fabric. "Do you have any idea how many fucking times I've gotten off to the memory of that?"
"Oh…God…Noah," Rachel moaned, the visual imagery of him pleasuring himself to the memories of that night making her skin flaming and feverish.
Puck slowly, torturously, moved his head down toward Rachel as he ground himself against her, pushing her deeper into the couch cushions. "Do you know how many times since I moved here that I've had to stroke myself as I heard you below me in the shower? And I always fucking pictured you right then, pushing yourself against my hand, begging to be fucked." When his mouth was hovering just inches above her lips, he asked, "Do you ever think about it, Rachel?"
Rachel nodded silently, eyes wide and pleading even as her body shuddered at the seduction of his words. He's trying to kill me, she thought. She'd never heard him talk like this…never knew how seductive just the very memory of their one night together could be until the heated words slipped from his lips. She bit her lip and arched against his body, eliciting a moan from deep in his throat she rubbed against him.
"What do you think about?" His voice was barely above a whisper as his lips skated over her shoulders and down to nip at her breasts again.
"Fingers…your fingers," she panted. He pressed his finger against her clit again and she whimpered.
"Oh yeah?" He loved the way she trembled when his voice was low and throaty. It made him fucking insane how responsive she was. His hand slid down a few inches farther and he slipped the tip of his pinky finger under the elastic of her panties. "I think about that too…my fingers inside you…how much I fucking wanted you."
Rachel squeaked when she felt his pinky slide through her folds and slip inside her core. Oh God, Noah…I'm going to explode. She thrashed her head, the teasing only making her skin burn hotter. She needed him. "More," she barked, hips rising off the couch to force even this tiny part of his body inside her deeper. She was going to burst; her skin was going to come apart if he didn't assuage this need soon.
Puck sat up on his haunches between her spread legs on the couch and watched her curve her body against the teasing of his pinky. She is so fucking stunning. She'd always been beautiful…but with her chest flushed, body naked and wanting him, she was the most breathtaking thing he'd ever seen. He slid his hand from her body and she winced, missing even the slightest bit of penetration that his finger had offered. I can't wait anymore. He hooked his fingers over the top of her panties and slid them down in one motion. Tossing them on the floor, he stood up and kicked off his boxers. Rachel opened her eyes, allowing them to rake over the muscles of his body and settling on his erection. She shivered, the memory of the slip, the slide, and the pressure of him inside her those few months ago racing through her brain.
"Noah," she moaned, eyes closing as she angled her hips off the couch and up towards him in a silent but desperate plea for relief.
"Rachel?" He whispered her name softly, forcing her to open her eyes and look up at him. When her eyes met his, he slid his hand back down between her thighs. Her eyes locked on him, he spread her open, fingers easy gliding through her wetness as he sunk two fingers deep inside her. She bucked violently, crying out. As he stroked her, he lowered himself toward her again and put his mouth back by her ear. "I've thought about this, too, babe. A hundred times. How tight you were around my fingers and how fucking drenched you were because you wanted me." His fingers slowed their exploration, barely moving inside her to the rhythm of some unheard song. "Why, Rachel? Why'd you want me so bad?"
She gazed up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes as she focused solely on the sensation between her legs.
"Tell me, Rachel…why?" He increased his tempo just slightly as her hips bucked against his hand. His fingers curled slightly, teasing and taunting as they barely brushed against the magical spot inside her before pulling away.
"Why, Rach?" He bit his lip. His cock twitched, throbbing to get inside her. Concentrate, Puckerman…make this worth it for her. he wanted to hear the words again.
"Rach?" He angled his fingers up, roughly jabbing at her sweet spot. Her knees jerked together and she jumped, nearly screaming from the intensity of his onslaught. Noah…I want—I need…Please.
Rachel cried out, pushing herself against his hand over and over again in futile effort to ease the pressure building deep inside her. "Because I loved you…" she bit out, rolling her hips and squeezing around his fingers.
Puck let out a low growl as her words sent a throbbing beat throughout his entire body. Smirking satisfactorily because she'd given the right answer, he shoved his fingers deep and curled them against her G-spot. "Fuck…yes you did…and you still do." Dropping his head to her neck, he focused on pistoning his fingers inside her. Puck swore against her skin as she started to tighten around his fingers. His lips brushed against her cheek before settling against her mouth while his fingers continued their expert dance deep inside her, pressing, curling, and prodding. Puck watched her face as she bucked one last time and then came apart, her shoulders and back arching up the couch as she clenched tight around him. She cried out his name and he saw tears leak from her eyes. Rachel fell back against the couch, shaking, as her orgasm shuddered through her.
Quickly, Puck pulled his fingers from her body and roughly spread her legs. Her body still trembling from the orgasm that had rocked it, he pressed his length inside her.
"Fuck, Rachel!" he shouted as he felt her ripple around him. She was impossibly fucking tight. He gritted his teeth, pressing deeper into her. His hand traveled down her body, grabbing her ankle and lifting her leg up from where it was dangling off the couch. Throwing it over his shoulder, he pushed himself all the way in. Rachel was mewling and rocking into him over and over again. She clenched around him, still coming down off her orgasm, and Puck thought he was going to lose it right then. Closing his eyes and thinking about anything other than the fact that he was buried inside Rachel, he took a deep breath. Focus, Puckerman. This is your girl. Don't fuck it up and look like an idiot! With determination, he dropped his eyes to her breasts and began pistoning his hips slowly, drawing himself out until just the head remained inside her before pushing back in. Rachel trembled below him, her hands thrown behind her head as she curved her body up toward him on a down stroke.
"Goddamn," he gritted, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of her wet core sliding around him. "You are insanely fucking tight…Rachel," he groaned, thrusting inside her roughly. She arched and he let out a low grumble. Shoving in hard again, her eyes popped open and she looked at him. He leered at her, thrusting as deep as he could go with a guttural grunt.
Rachel pushed herself up on her arms, bowing her hips up to him in an invitation to go even deeper still. "Noah, please, " she moaned, their eyes still connected.
"Fuck, Rachel…this is…shit," Puck wanted to say something amazingly romantic. He wanted to lean down and whisper poetry in her ear. Instead, he could only look at her in amazement and swear in response as she begged for more below him. Puck felt like the breath was being sucked from his lungs as he looked at her. Finally. Fucking finally, she's mine. They moved together, sliding in tandem, in a rhythm that was slow at first. Rachel's head rolled back and forth as her hands slid up and over his chest, relishing the slickness of his sweaty skin. She was making tiny little squeaky noises in time with his thrusts and he groaned, trying to ignore the hot little sounds coming from her throat. When Rachel slid her leg off his shoulder and down his back, raising her other leg to wrap around his waist, she pulled him down on top of her and thrust herself upwards, her nipples brushing against his chest. He groaned, feeling his balls start to tighten, and picked up the pace of his thrusting. He snaked his hands between them, his finger massaging the spot just above and to the left of her clit. He felt her tighten and grow even wetter around his shaft and knew she was about to come again. He'd wanted to make love to her for hours but knew he only had seconds left. I'll make it up to her later, he thought as he thrust himself all the way inside her core. He held it there just for a second, focusing solely on the fiery heat surrounding him, and Rachel let out a moan of complaint. Looking down, he saw her brow furrowed in frustration at the lack of friction. When her eyes were on him, he slid slowly back out before jerking his hips hard, slamming back in to her.
"Noah…almost….ohhhh," she cried, pressure building inside her quickly.
"Rachel…baby…fucking cum, Rachel," he pleaded, his orgasm beginning its race through his body.
She shuddered, his words the final push to send her spiraling towards bliss. Rocking against him one last time, she flooded him with wetness as she convulsed around him. Her inner walls caressing and squeezing him, Puck gave up the fight, emptying himself inside her with a final thrust.
Dropping down against her, he licked the sweat from her collarbone and then slid his mouth up to kiss her. She was panting, her heart racing, at the incredible feeling of him still throbbing inside her.
They lay on the couch, a tangle of sweaty limbs, panting quietly for a few minutes. When Rachel felt like she could move even the smallest of her muscles again, she whispered, "Noah?" Her hands slid around to lock behind his neck as she waited for his response.
"Yeah, babe?" He answered quietly against her shoulder.
"I love you…and that was fabulous."
Puck chuckled, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her against him while trying not to crush her with his weight. "I love you, too…and that was fucking incredible."
He held her for a moment, inhaling the scent of her hair, before he realized how weak and tired he was from the long trip around Seattle, the emotional drama that had played out on Elliott Bay, and the unbelievable sex that topped off the day. Unfolding himself from her grasp, he carefully slid himself out of her. Bending to pick her up, he carried her into her dark bedroom like she weighed nothing at all. He sat her down on the floor and yanked back the covers, then picked her up again before depositing her damp body against the sheets.
Once Rachel crawled into her spot on the bed, Puck crawled in after her and flipped the covers over both of them, pulling her flush against him. His arm around her shoulders, she rested her head in the crook of his arm, sighing comfortably. Her hand snaked down to his belly, where she laced their fingers together.
They lay silently for a few minutes and then he turned his head to kiss her softly. Pulling away, he said, "This is how that night shoulda went, had I had my head on straight."
Rachel nodded. "We've got to put it in the past, Noah. I've held on to anger and hurt long enough. And really, if you love me and I love you, why are we apart? I'm tired of fighting against the one thing I want in this world." Meeting his eyes, she added, "And that's you, by the way."
Puck grinned, pressing his lips against her forehead. "I don't deserve your forgiveness but I'm gonna take it. I'm one lucky bastard, Rach."
Rachel yawned, her body sinking further into the bed as her muscles eased. With a sleepy laugh, she said, "I know you are."
They were quiet for a few more minutes. Puck's hand stroked up and down Rachel's side, his fingertips leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. She feels so fucking great in my arms…like she should have been here all along.
"Rach?" His voice was a whisper because he knew she was slipping into sleep.
"Yes?" She murmured.
"You know this is it, don't you?" He turned his head to speak to her, his lips just centimeters from the top of her head.
"It?" She questioned softly.
"Yeah…you and me. It. As in no one else…ever again."
Rachel nodded against his arm, her face turning towards his. Opening her eyes wide despite the fact that she was exhausted, she met his gaze and felt tears forming again. "Do you know how long I've wanted to hear that?"
Puck sighed, rolling to press his lips to her savagely, emotion sparking through him. This is it. She is it. No one else. Ever. Everything right here. "Too fucking long, and I'm sorry," he murmured as they parted.
"I told you, Noah. No more apologies." She pushed herself up and brushed her lips against his. Sighing, she dropped her head back down and yawned again. He's really mine now. No more pretending not to care and no more sharing. No more anger and no more hurt. He's mine. Mine.
"G'night, Rach. I'll wake you up in two hours for…more."
Rachel snorted softly, not opening her eyes, and pulled the blanket up to their chins. "I only need an hour."
Puck watched her drift to sleep, a smile on her lips. He pulled her tighter to him and inhaled the scent of her hair. Rachel shifted, rolling on her side and throwing an arm across his abdomen. Her hand settling over his heart as her breath evened out in slumber, he finally closed his eyes. I took the long, winding road but I'm finally exactly where I'm supposed to be.
A/N: Last chapter, comin' up next!