I haven't written for this fandom in over a year. Welp.
Also, you could theoretically consider my other piece mesmerized a prequel to this one. It's not required reading, though.
They're filtering under neon lights in the club, hair glowing a million, split-second colors while the heat and the rhythm chalks up to a high. Puck meanders through the crowd aimlessly, dazed by the bodies and the way they curve.
He sort of understands the sex appeal now; there's nothing like sweating and grinding to a fast pulse that screams making love. A few choice images pop into his head, but he waves them off, brought back to reality by the slip of Sabrina's fingers around his wrist.
"You're slowing us down," she states, matter-of-factly, no complaint in her voice. They're twenty years old, and he supposes most of the original animosity has faded, if not disappeared completely. The elder Grimm sister has not looked at him with malice once since he returned, and though he'd never admit it to her face, it's an unwelcome feeling.
"Remind me why I'm here again, Grimm?" he asks, hoping to irritate her.
Sabrina doesn't even look back as she answers, "I need you to pretend we're dating."
It lodges a stone in his throat, that phrase.
Because Puck has gotten to know Sabrina's boyfriend from a distance over the past eight years; he's flipped through Polaroids and snatched glimpses for himself. He's seen the look in her eye, the comfort and sense of normalcy, and he's accepted it.
The journey in his heart, of course, hasn't been all that pretty. Jealousy has gnawed at him more fiercely than almost any other emotion. Self hatred has filtered in one or two times.
And now, guilt does, too. It's not his place to pretend he's in a relationship with Sabrina just so she can ward her boyfriend off. If she really is so willing to finally start things with him, then the action of dumping Bradley has to be all her own. Puck just wishes he had the guts to say so.
"Come on," Sabrina murmurs, startling him by finally turning around. Her blonde waves are matted and plastered to her face, running over her rose-flushed cheeks like golden streams. Puck thinks back to a time when he became trapped underwater, and how the breath in his throat caught when he finally came up for air. It's a synonymous feeling, taking her in.
And the bad thing is, he never wants for it to go away.
So he runs a hand through his hair, ruffles the royal locks atop his head. When her arms come to rest on either of his shoulders, he leans in and gets a whiff of that infamous teen spirit that furls off her tongue, like blown fairy dust.
Sabrina melds into a sweaty scene of paranoia, one sinner in a sea of lascivious saints. It doesn't take long for Puck to follow, pelvis to pelvis, heat to heat. Procreation of twisted love.
The world spins madly on.
A/N: According to canon, Puck came back when he was twenty, then inexplicably disappeared before returning to crash Sabrina's wedding. I like to think this is part of the why - Sabrina having a hard time breaking things off with Bradley herself, because she's grown used to the security, and as a result turning to Puck to essentially do it for her. IDK if anyone else supports it, but it's my theory.
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