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A/N: A little bit of naughtiness…actually, quite a lot of naughtiness…and a touch of drama. Apologies for nature of the chapter.
"I fucking love Sundays," Puck growled through clenched teeth then sighed with pleasure, his hands sliding up Quinn's ribs to cup her breasts, squeezing the mounds of flesh together.
Quinn rocked forward, leaning down to slip her tongue into his mouth. "Harder," she whispered, pressing down onto him. "Harder," she repeated her demand, pushing herself upright, her hands clutching into his chest. "Fuck me harder," she hissed.
Puck pushed up, rolling Quinn off him. "Harder?" he asked through gritted teeth. "You want it harder," his harsh voice repeated, turning Quinn onto her stomach, spreading her legs wide and throwing himself on top of her. Quinn twisted her head to the side, meeting his savage lips, pushing her ass up just a touch, feeling his rock solid dick stabbing to find entry. "You want me to fuck you like this?" Puck demanded, his voice angry, nasty, his fingers burrowing under her belly, finding and grabbing her clit as his hips slammed into her ass cheeks. He tweaked and squeezed her clit, making Quinn cry out in a pleasure pain combo of unbelievable proportions.
Puck shifted his knees, pulling back a little, kneeling up on the bed. He thrust his hands under Quinn's arms pulling her up and back. "Sit on it," he commanded. Quinn looked between her thighs and grasped the base of his dick, holding it steady as she sank onto him, her back to Puck's chest. She felt his lips between her shoulder blades, felt him sucking her skin, the sharp sting of his teeth as they grazed her skin. He pumped up, thrusting into her clenching depths, Quinn slammed her ass down, pressing herself down, rocking with him inside her. Pucks hands grasped her breasts again, his fingers cruel on her nipples. Quinn flew apart, a high pitched scream trying to escape from her throat through lips that were mashed together to deaden the sound. She couldn't breath, her head was spinning from lack of oxygen, the pleasure intensified with each beat of her heart.
Quinn fell forwards onto her front, exhausted, panting for breath. Puck still knelt in position, stroking himself, watching the infinitesimal shudders of her tired and aching body. "Still not yet?" Quinn asked in disbelief, gasping for breath.
"Told you," Puck replied, eyelids at half mast. "It takes me hours to get off when I smoke that," he reminded her, nodding towards the remnants of a couple of suspicious looking hand rolled cigarettes in a dented metal tray on his nightstand. "Good job my mom's at work," he added, pushing her onto her side as he leaned down to root for her nipple, his hand stilling on himself for a second. "Cool of your dad and Linnet to pick Beth and Bec up, they'll both enjoy the park today," he added as Quinn's body tensed again and she let out another cry, her body rippling with pleasure. "God, I only have to touch you and you come," he said in wonder. "That must be ten times already," he almost grumbled, a little jealous, but not too much, he knew when he did finally succumb, he'd be able to coat Quinn's entire body at fifty paces. It'd just take him a while. Maybe another little toke. Or two. "Here," Puck said, getting a little distracted, moving to sit on the edge of the bed as he lit the tiny stub again. "Want some more?" he asked.
"Nah, I'm good. Hungry though," Quinn added, wondering what she could nibble on. She glanced around and licked her lips.
"Munchies?" Puck asked with a grin. Quinn nodded. "Here, see if this does the job for you," he teased, waving his dick in her face. Quinn opened her mouth waiting for him to feed his length into her. Puck had been joking, he didn't think she'd have gone for that right now. "Don't eat it, no teeth," he ordered as her lips closed around his girth. "All of it," he sighed, leaning back, his hand tangling in her hair. "Yeah, that's it, right down, swallow me," he moaned in pleasure, feeling Quinn's throat start to convulse around the end of his cock. He pushed further, her nose pressing right against his groin, fucking her face. Quinn gagged and tried to pull back. Puck let her go. "Awesome," he breathed as Quinn lifted his dick again, slurping his balls into her mouth one at a time, going from one to the other and back again. She stroked with a semi gentle hand, squeezing and relaxing her fingers then fed his dick down her throat herself, her mouth wide as he pushed and pushed some more. Quinn's throat working him did the trick, he pulled back quick, knowing he was going to come too much for her to swallow. "Nngh," he grunted, splashing all over her face, chest, throat, great ropes of it, endless, copious amounts of it as he stroked and stroked himself, covering Quinn's tongue as she poked it out to make sure she got a taste. He grunted again as she swallowed then opened her mouth for more. "Yeah," he grunted, fisting his slowly softening dick. "Done," he sighed, falling back on the bed. "God, I'm fucked, totally fucked," he said, his voice as tired as the rest of him.
"So am I," Quinn murmured with a grin. "I bet I can't walk tomorrow," she giggled. "I need a trim," she pouted, stroking herself just a little. "Feel that," she offered, pushing her hips up.
"Best way to feel if it's smooth or not is with the tongue," Puck smiled, getting in position to stroke his tongue over every inch of her outer lips, testing his theory on her inner lips, his tongue flicking her clit, pinched between his thumb and fore finger. He sucked on it, feeling Quinn shudder, her shoulders lifting from the bed. "Definitely a bit on the stubbly side," Puck announced, two fingers sliding inside her. "Nope, not in there, smooth as butter in there," he grinned. "Look at that," he announced, amazed. "As much as I've just come and here I am, ready to go all over again. "I'm going to shave you first," he assured Quinn. "But you are getting it again as soon as I'm done," he promised, bending back down to kiss her clit, losing track and suckling it again, thrusting his fingers high up inside her. Puck stood up and thrust his dick deep inside her, lifting her legs high, her feet resting just over his shoulders. Puck gripped her hips, slamming hard into her, harder, harder, faster, unable to quite comprehend how his body had recovered quick enough for this. "Oh, oh, oh," he grunted, his back bowing, pressing his hips tight against her, pumping his seed deep inside. He bent to kiss her, his tongue and lips tasting cold slimy remnants of his first explosion on her face. "Gross," he winced, pulling back. "Come on, shower, I'll give you a trim, wash all that junk off you," he grinned, rubbing her sticky breasts and shoulders.
On weak legs Quinn managed to get to the bathroom with minimal support. "I love tasting myself on you when I come all over your tongue," Quinn told Puck as he turned the water on, adjusting the temperature.
"Yeah?" Puck asked, one eyebrow hiked up. "Maybe there's a little latent Santana-ism hiding in there Fabray, what do you say? Want to give it a try?" he asked, secretly hoping she'd say yes. "Should I give her a call? Invite her over? I'd love to watch you do that, fuck you while you eat another girl," he grinned, rubbing soapy hands over her breasts, leaning down a touch to kiss her washed clean lips. "Seriously, I wouldn't feel jealous," he told her. "It'd be fucking awesome, actually," he added, seeing a number of different scenarios, every porn movie he'd ever watched flooding his brain with ideas. "Yeah," he sighed, reverse cowgirl, with Santana munching on Quinn's clit, obviously sucking his balls too, Quinn on her knees between Santana's thighs with her tongue buried deep inside Santana, with him knelt up behind Quinn slamming into her as deep as his dick would go. Actually, he could probably shoot his load and hit the ceiling if he just got to watch Quinn and Santana kissing each other, making out. "You're not going for it, are you?" Puck asked when he realised he'd voiced all of his ideas out lout.
"I wouldn't rule it out permanently," Quinn told him with a sly smirk. No need to dash his dreams and fantasies just yet. Time for that in a few years when they were married and settled.
"Just make sure if you ever do decide to taste the rainbow," he added with a smile, "you don't forget to invite me," he said, bending to take her mouth in a long, long kiss. "Trim time," he said as he straightened up, reaching for Quinn's dainty pink razor. "Soap up," he grinned, rubbing his soapy hand between her thighs.
Puck knelt in the tub, Quinn sat on the edge of it, her legs spread wide to accommodate him. His fingers moved her about, holding her skin taut to get the closest shave possible. "All off?" he asked, barely looking up from her beautifully pouting lips.
"Mmm," Quinn agreed, spreading her legs a little wider. Puck finished with the razor and lifted the shower head to spray directly onto her. "Oh," Quinn shivered, sucking in a breath. "God, I didn't think I would still be so sensitive," she moaned as another thrill ran trough her.
Puck looked up, watching her pleasure filled face as he ran the water over her, his fingers stroking to make sure all the soap was off. He pushed two fingers inside, then three, leaning forwards, his lips taking her nipple deep into his mouth. Puck's middle finger was in just the right place, he caught her g-spot and Quinn imploded almost falling over the edge of the tub to the bathroom floor. "Fuck," Puck sighed. "Awesome," he whispered dropping the shower head to bend his head and lick up every drop of her essence. "And once again, Puckersaurus is ready to play," he grinned, looking down at his lap, his dick stood to attention.
"We can't waste that," Quinn murmured, sliding off the edge of the tub straight onto his waiting pole. Quinn's arms wrapped round his neck, she rose and fell just a little, her muscles quivering with the effort, with the extended stimulation. Puck's hands gripped her ass, forcing the pace. It didn't take them long. As his hot release shot deep inside her, Quinn pressed herself close to him, so close, her feet crossing tight at his back.
When Deborah came home from work she found her son and his girlfriend in the kitchen getting dinner ready, the house looked and smelled wonderful, apart from the weird heavy air freshener they'd used. Deborah couldn't quite place the smell, she knew she'd smelt it before but couldn't remember where or when.
"Why are all the windows open up here?" Deborah called down the stairs when she went to get washed and changed.
"Just blowing some air through the house, mom," Puck called back, winking at Quinn, "keeps damp problems at bay, it was on an infomercial," he lied.
"Oh," Deborah replied, surprised. "I'll have to remember that, good tip, Noah," she called back before she disappeared into her bedroom.
Quinn went to answer the door. "Hi," she called, picking Beth up from the door step. "Are you staying for dinner?" she asked her dad, looking hopefully at Linnet. "It's a veggie pasta bake," she told them, knowing Linnet's preference for healthy meals. "Deborah is strictly kosher so we tend to eat more veggie stuff than meat," Quinn explained. "Puck not so much," she said with a little grin, looking at him over her shoulder as he snagged a piece of garlic bread.
"I'm starving," Puck explained, excusing himself. "She's kept me busy all day, cleaning out closets, tidying stuff up, I haven't had a minute and all she's done is lay there and watch me," he mock grumbled, shying away from the towel that Quinn threw in his direction.
"He's lying as usual," Quinn refuted Puck's ludicrous claims. "He's the one that hasn't done anything, I've never stopped all day," she insisted.
"Dinner's ready," Puck called up the stairs to his mom. "Russell and Linnet are eating with us," he added, just to make sure his mom didn't come downstairs in her rattiest clothes then feel embarrassed because of the company.
"Two minutes Noah," Deborah called back.
"Did you have a good time Bec?" Puck asked his sister as they sat and waited for Deborah to come down.
"It was cool," Rebecca answered. "Beth was funny when she was chasing the ducks," she laughed. "Russell had to run after her and catch her before she went into the lake," she laughed, leading to the full story from both Linnet and Russell.
"Guks," Beth shouted suddenly. "Guks," she repeated.
"Did you like the ducks?" Quinn asked, picking up Beth's free hand and kissing her fingers. "What else did you see?" she asked her daughter.
"Mommy, trees, mommy, guks, mommy," Beth listed.
"Mommy was at home with daddy," Puck reminded Beth. "You were out with Grandpa, Aunty Bec and Aunt Linnet, mommy wasn't there," he said, just a little puzzled.
"Mommy, there," Beth pouted, pointing at the window. They all looked up. No one was there. "Mommy gone," Beth sighed.
"You know, she kept saying 'mommy' wherever we went in the park," Russell added quietly to Puck. "I kept looking round, see if I could see anyone who looked like you then I thought about that Shelby woman but I didn't see anyone. It got me a bit worried, I can tell you," he confided. "I called Kev, he's going to check on her status as soon as he can tomorrow," Russell added. "If there's anything to be concerned about we'll be on it straight away."
"Keep us informed," Puck replied quietly. Quinn was still worried about being left out of the information circle.
"We will," Russell nodded. "Good evening Deborah," he smiled as Deborah came through the door.
"Hi, did you all have a good time?" Deborah asked. Russell, Linnet and Rebecca nodded. "Noah, can I have a word please, it won't take a minute," she requested, backing out of the kitchen. Puck followed, wondering what his mom wanted. "If you ever smoke drugs in my house again I will call the cops myself," Deborah hissed, poking Puck's chest with her finger the second they got in the living room.
"Chill ma," Puck sighed, "it was a couple of little joints," he scoffed. "It's not like it's a major crime you know," he added.
"None, Noah," Deborah told him, her face set, not inviting him to offer any defence. "That goes for both of you, if that's the way you want to go then you can both get out, but Beth stays here, she's not getting dragged into that sort of shit life, got it?" she demanded harshly, keeping her voice very quiet, making Puck feel very ashamed of himself.
Puck knew better than to try to give any more excuses. "I'm sorry mom, it won't happen again, promise," he said, his voice totally sincere.
"See that it doesn't," Deborah nodded. "And I'll be talking to both of you when your guests have gone and the kids are in bed," she promised.
Puck and Deborah returned to the kitchen and they all settled down to eat. The meal was lively and noisy, Beth repeating all the sounds she'd learned from the animals she'd been up close and personal with them at the little petting zoo.
"Sounds like you had a ball with Grandpa," Puck smiled, kissing Beth on top of her head as she leaned over to rest against his chest. "You're tired, aren't you baby?" he asked, looking down at her sweet little face. Beth blinked sleepily.
"Is daddy going to give you your bath tonight while mommy cleans the kitchen?" Quinn asked. Beth nodded and reached out for daddy to take her from her highchair.
"You're not going yet though, are you?" Puck asked Russell and Linnet. "She might just stay upstairs tonight, it depends how much she wakes up during her bath," he explained. He was trying his best to save Quinn from the wrath of his mom if he wasn't there to protect her.
Beth went straight to bed once Puck had got her into her pyjamas. She was exhausted. Puck got back downstairs just as Russell and Linnet were saying that they really had to get home. "Can we do this again sometime?" Russell asked. "It's been a marvellous day, with Beth and Rebecca," he admitted, nudging Rebecca a little with his elbow, smiling at her. She reminded him a lot of Quinn when she was a little girl, maybe a bit more streetwise, a bit more of a tomboy, but that was probably down to her brother's influence.
"It'd be cool to do it again," Puck smiled, glancing at Quinn. Deborah cleared her throat. Puck's face straightened quickly, the smile disappearing.
"Maybe next time you should go with them," Deborah suggested, her eyebrows rising on her forehead.
"We probably should," Puck replied, nodding.
The second that Rebecca's bedroom door closed Deborah spun round to both Quinn and Puck as they lounged together on the sofa. "If you ever do something so stupid again Noah, I will kill you myself," she hissed. "Drugs," she exclaimed, "in my house," she cried then remembered herself, covering her mouth. "You remember what it was like with your dad Noah, I'm not going through that again," she reminded him.
"Mom, I'm sorry, it was just a little weed, nothing major," he told her again. "It won't happen again," he insisted.
"You know what will happen if your mom finds out about this Quinn," Deborah continued, totally blanking that Puck had even spoken. "She could use this against you and I've no doubt that she would," she added.
"Deborah I am so sorry," Quinn almost whispered, feeling her eyes filling with tears, she felt so ashamed of herself, of both of them. "It was a one off, an aberration, it will never happen again, you have my word," she vowed.
"It better not," Deborah hissed, leaving them together in the lounge, she was so disappointed in both of them she just didn't want to be in the same room as them.
"I'm sorry Q," Puck murmured as he pulled Quinn into his arms. It had been his idea, all his idea. "Way to fuck up, Puckerman," he thought to himself.
"I could have said no," Quinn muttered tearfully into his chest. "And I didn't, I wanted to try it, I've never tried anything like that before, done anything like it," she admitted. "And I enjoyed everything we did today," she said quietly, raising her head to look Puck in the eye, she didn't want him to blame himself . "I loved everything we did today," she added. Quinn had never been shy when it came to new sexual experiences with Puck, she was always a willing participant. "I'm a little tired right now," she whispered, "want to take me to bed?" she asked.
"Yeah, always," Puck replied with a smile, kissing her before he stood up. "I'll lock up, you go get comfortable," he suggested. As much as they had experienced earlier today, he'd have to be close to death to turn down yet more sex, especially with Quinn.
Puck caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye as he passed the kitchen window on his way to the back door. He stopped and really looked. He couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. He went to lock up, he thought better of it for a second and stepped out into the back yard. Everything looked normal, no problems. Puck stepped back inside and locked the door. He checked all the other windows and doors. Everything was fine. Puck slowly climbed the stairs.
Quinn waited for Puck on their bed, stripped naked, teasing herself. "Hello," Puck grinned, his eyes on her slick fingers not her face. "Still want more of this monster?" he asked, cupping his crotch.
"I'll always want that monster," Quinn pouted. "Do you think that monster would like to hide away in a cave for a while?" she asked, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
"I'm damn sure he does," Puck snorted. "Is it a nice, soft, damp cave?" he asked, unzipping his jeans. "No undergrowth or scrubland nearby?" he added, almost laughing himself, allowing his jeans to drop.
"It is," Quinn cried in surprise, "how did you guess?" she asked.
"Just a lucky guess," Puck replied with a self mocking grin. "And I'm feeling very lucky tonight," he said with a nod. "Very fucking lucky," he groaned when Quinn raised her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean. "You really do love to taste yourself, don't you?" he asked. "And it's so fucking hot," he whispered as he approached the bed, leaning down to taste her too.
Quinn sucked in a breath as she parted her legs more, to give him more room. Puck slid onto the bed, his jeans still dropped low on his hips. He licked, kissed and sipped his way up her thighs, bypassed her hot, damp lips to her stomach. Puck slowly, very slowly wound his way to her breasts, paying meticulous attention to each then moved on to her throat, his lips, tongue and teeth making Quinn shiver in anticipation. Quinn's hands roamed Puck's back and shoulders, never stilling, constantly moving. Puck hitched himself a little further up, settling between her thighs, his lips finding hers, his tongue breaching her teeth, stroking her tongue, tangling with it. Puck raised his head, pushing up on his hands planted either side of her head. "You know we never fuck, we never just have sex," Puck whispered. He stared Quinn in the eye, watching a million emotions flicker through them. "We make love," he told her softly, his mouth descending again, joining with Quinn's. "And I've never done that with anyone, except you," he whispered against her lips.
As Puck entered one more time, Quinn hugged herself close to his hot body, her eyes filled with tears. Puck had never said anything so emotional to her before. God she loved him so much. Eventually they fell into an exhausted sleep.
"Agh," Puck moaned as the alarm sounded on Monday morning. "I fucking hate Monday mornings," he grumbled, trying to make his eyes open.
"Wake up it's a beautiful morning," Quinn sang, bouncing out of bed to get Beth for her bath. "Good morning swee…" she stopped suddenly. Quinn came out of Beth's room. She walked down the hall to Deborah's room, calling for her.
"What's wrong?" Deborah asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes as she opened her bedroom door.
"Did you come get Beth in the night?" Quinn asked, feeling a chill run over her body.
"No," Deborah replied, puzzled. "Of course I didn't," she added as Noah came out of his bedroom, looking down the hall to see what was going on.
"S'up?" Puck asked, sensing that there was a problem.
"Beth, she's not in her room," Quinn stated tremulously, she couldn't figure out why she was so scared.
Puck ran across the hall to Beth's room, she wasn't there and her bed was cold, she'd obviously been out of it a while. "Bec? Rebecca?" Puck called his sister. She came out of her room grumpily, brushing her hair out of her face.
"What?" Rebecca grouched.
"Is Beth in with you?" Puck demanded, fear crawling up his spine.
"No," Rebecca answered, wondering if her brother had finally, totally lost it.
Puck ran downstairs to check the rooms down there. He stopped, pulled up short, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Puck felt a draft blowing on his bare feet. He turned slowly towards the kitchen. Silently he tiptoed to the door and entered, taking every precaution he'd ever been taught. The back door was wide open. "Call 911," Puck shouted, "I think Shelby's got Beth," he added.
Quinn slammed into the back of Puck, he stopped her touching anything. He wanted to step outside but he didn't want to mess up any evidence.
The first responders were on scene within minutes of the call being made. Quinn called her dad in floods of tears, she could barely speak. "She has her, she's taken her, she broke in through the night, she has her," she sobbed, biting her nail as she spoke.
"We'll get her back," Puck told Quinn quietly, hugging her close. "We'll get her back," he insisted and he knew for damn certain he was right. No way would Shelby ever lay her hands on his baby again.
Russell and Linnet arrived within twenty minutes. Everything possible was being done. "She wouldn't be stupid enough to go back to her house, would she?" Linnet asked. From everything she'd heard about the woman, Shelby Corcoran was completely unhinged.
Forty minutes later a female officer carried Beth through the door. Puck and Quinn pounced on their little girl, dragging her into a huge cuddle.
"Forget school today," Puck growled at his mom when she reminded him that they were now late. "I want to be at the hearing," he insisted. "I want to make damn sure they don't release her again," he added, nodding in agreement with Russell's harsh words.
"We'll all go, show a united front, all of us, Rebecca too," Deborah decided, realising that her son was right. For peace of mind they had to know that Shelby wouldn't be able to fake sanity to get herself released again.
Kevin was at the courtroom waiting for them. "She hasn't appeared yet, there's three more cases to be heard before she goes before the judge," he told them all. "How're you holding up?" he asked, looking round at the distraught family. "I do have some positive news for you," Kevin announced as if suddenly remembering it. "I had a call this morning before I came here, Judy's dropping the petition, she'll accept a house over half a million," he told Russell, "she wants it paid for in full, mortgage free," he added, "that's part of the stipulations. I've agreed in principal," Kevin said with a nod, "but I've added that the deeds to the house will only go in Quinn's name," he explained.
"Sounds reasonable," Russell nodded, mentally thinking of houses in that price bracket. It wouldn't be a problem for him, he could do that and save the Dudley Road house from foreclosure. "So will that mean we're moving in together?" he asked Linnet.
"Not without a ring on my finger," Linnet answered, her face serious. She burst out laughing at the look of fear on Russell's face. "I'm kidding," she told him quickly. "Yes, once Judy's gone and everything's settled, I'll move in with you," she smiled, leaning over to kiss him lightly on the lips.
"There's still eight months left on the lease of my apartment," Russell stated, looking at Quinn and Puck. "Would you like to move in there maybe? Have some privacy?" he asked, then wished he hadn't asked with Deborah there, he'd hate to hurt her feelings if they said yes.
Quinn looked at Puck and shook her head. He did too. "Thanks Russell, but I think we're happy where we are right now. You know we have a lot of help from my mom and seriously," he added, a little smile touching his lips, hardly daring to look at his mom in case she was scowling at him. "We couldn't do this without her," he said, meaning it with all his heart.
"Good decision, Noah," Deborah said softly. After what they'd done yesterday she would be petrified of them getting a place of their own. They were fine where they were, they could stay with her for many years yet. At least till Beth was ready to start school anyways.
The time came for them to go inside the courtroom. Judge Annabelle Betts was presiding. She heard the evidence, was given pertinent background information from Kevin and the police.
"Thank you," she nodded towards the lawyers. "I feel that it is in the best interests of the child for Ms Corcoran to be detained indefinitely," she announced. "Without the possibility of a competency hearing," she added. "When the original case goes to trial, this matter will be dealt with at the same time. Thank you bailiff, take her away," Judge Betts said sternly, banging her gavel.
"Thank God," Quinn whispered, her face buried deep in Puck's chest as they hugged together. They went to the secure room where Beth was waiting with Deborah and Rebecca. "It's all over for now, she'll be tried for both offences at the same time," Quinn explained, taking Beth in her arms and hugging her tightly.
"Mommy," Beth sighed and snuggled deeper into Quinn's embrace, tucking her own arms in and rubbing her cheek on Quinn's breast. For the very, very first time, Quinn actually felt like her daughter's real mother. And she wept for joy.