TITLE: The Seduction

DISCLAIMERS AND OTHER STUFF: See Chapter 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Squeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! Reviews! And alerts! And favourites! Oh my!

Thank you so much, everyone! You have no idea how much this makes my day. I hope this next installment lives up to your expectations. (Props to ophelia22, whose "Disney Laced Profanity" got me past my writer's block. If you haven't read it yet, go do so. Now.)

EDIT NOTE (Dec. 22): I just realized that I uploaded the wrong version of Ch. 2. (Whoops!) This is the correct one.

Chapter 2: I, I, I, I want you baby

Puck is lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He is trying to figure out What. The. Fuck. Just. Happened. One part of his brain tries to convince the other parts that he has somehow got caught up in one of those freaky situations where two people suddenly switch bodies, just like in the movies... how else to explain that he just "Finn-Hudsonned" all over his girlfriend? The other parts of his brain aren't buying it, though: "Face it, Puckerman... you lost control because that's what Rachel does to you. She's like no other girl you've known, or will probably ever know. She sees right through your façade like no one else does, she calls you on your shit, she knows your worst secrets, and she believes in you anyway. If there's one person in the whole world who you could lose yourself like that with, it's her. So, really, what you should be trying to figure out is, is that so terrible?"

And it's in that moment that Noah Puckerman realizes he's in love with Rachel Berry. Like, totally, head-over-heels, crazy-in-love.

This is why, when she returns from the bathroom with her chestnut hair mussed, her lips swollen and red, and wearing nothing but her black lace bikini panties, Puck doesn't try to have sex with her again. Instead, he opens his arms to her and, in a voice so soft he almost doesn't recognize it as his own, says, "C'mere, baby". As she crawls into his embrace, sighing contentedly, Puck whispers, "This isn't how I'd wanted things to go tonight".

"I know", replies Rachel. "However, I don't care. I fully appreciate all the thought and effort you clearly put into making this evening special for the both of us."

"Still, I'll make it up to you, babe. I promise."

Rachel doesn't say anything (much to his surprise), but her delighted little smile is all the response Puck needs. He leans back against the headboard and falls asleep with his girl in his arms.

Keeps me guessing, with a promise

Puck's plan for "making it up" to Rachel looks something like this:

1) Romance Rachel.

2) Tease Rachel.

3) Get Rachel back up to his room, where the lights will be low, the bed will be turned down, and the Acafellas' version of "I Wanna Sex U Up" is playing softly in the background.

4) Use his "sexy voice" to get Rachel to have sex with him.

Since Puck isn't feeling all that sure of himself - though he'd beat the crap out of anyone who suggested otherwise - he figures it's a good idea not to leave everything to chance: even if Parts 1 and 2 of his plan don't work, he knows that Parts 3 and 4 will.

Indeed, it turns out that Part 1 isn't as easy to execute as he thought it would be. Puck doesn't know why, but it actually comes as a shock to him that, despite the number of women he has been with, he doesn't have a clue about how to do the romance thing. He would normally talk to Finn about something like this, but their friendship has only just started feeling "normal" again, and Puck doesn't want to risk that by asking Finn for advice on how to woo the girl he once majorly crushed on. ("Woo"? Fuck. He needs to stop hanging around Hummel so much. On second thought...)

"Yo, Hummel! Wait up!", Puck calls as he's leaving glee practice one afternoon.

Kurt pauses outside the choir room door, turns towards Puck, raises one eyebrow, and says, "How may I help you, Mr. Puckerman?"

Puck rolls his eyes and demands, "God, do you have to be so... so... imperious all the damn time?"

Kurt's eyes widen in surprise before he says, "'Imperious'? My, my... it appears that our Ms. Berry is influencing your vocabulary, along with your overall disposition. I approve."

"Yeah, whatever. I was wondering if you would help me with something." When Kurt remains silent, Puck continues, "I was wondering if you could help me figure out how to... how to..." (Jesus, is he blushing? Noah Puckerman Does. Not. Blush.) "... howtoromanceRachelBerry", he finishes in a rush.

If Kurt's eyes were wide before, they are positively Bambi-like now. "How to romance Rachel Berry?", he repeats, just to make sure he has heard correctly.

"Yeah", Puck mumbles, looking down at the ground.

"I rather thought you would already know how to do that, given that the two of you have been dating for several months now."

"Yeah, well, I've used up all the goodies in Puckerman's Bag o' Sexy Tricks, so I'm looking for something new", Puck snarks back.

"Your lashing out at me is fantastically compelling and inappropriate. Which can only mean one thing: you're feeling vulnerable. And, if you're feeling vulnerable about Rachel Berry, it means... it means... Oh." As realization dawns on Kurt's face, he smiles a smile of which the Cheshire Cat himself would be proud, links his arm through Puck's, and says, "Walk with me." Puck is so thunderstruck by how quickly Kurt figured him out that the fact that he's walking down the hall arm-in-arm with Kurt fucking Hummel doesn't immediately register in his brain. (When it eventually does, he decides he doesn't care. Puck's a stud: he could wear a dress to school, and everyone would think it was cool. Besides, Kurt had some awesome ideas.)

When Puck sees Rachel at school the next day, she's hurrying down the hall, one arm laden down with books and folders, other dragging her pink trolley suitcase behind her. Even though she no longer gets slushied (and, therefore, no longer needs to bring several changes of clothes to school), Rachel can't bring herself to get rid of the bag. She thinks of it as a symbol of her perseverance: no matter how hard other people tried to make her stop being herself, she never gave into the pressure. ("Jeez, Berry, melodramatic much?" "I'm sorry, Noah, but have you met me?" It's at times like this that Puck realizes just how much of an influence he's had on her. He's not sure that's a good thing.)

"Hey babe", he says to her, leaning in for a quick kiss. "What's the hurry?"

"Oh, Noah, I'm so sorry that I don't have time more to speak with you at the moment, but I promised Mr. Schue I would bring him some reading material and other suggestions for glee club, because even though we won at Sectionals we cannot afford to rest on our laurels. Vocal Adrenaline are exceptionally talented, and so we have to be strategic in how we construct our performances for Regionals. Except, I'm already potentially tardy this morning because my car wouldn't start properly and I really need to give these books to Mr. Schue before class because there simply isn't enough room to keep them in my locker until glee, but I don't have time to go and find Mr. Schue, go back to my locker to switch out the books I need from my bag, and then go to class. I don't want to be late." she finishes on a breath.

Unbelievably, Puck has been paying attention to everything she said. And so he replies, "Well, why don't I go to your locker for you? You tell me what books you need, and I'll bring them to class." Rachel's response is one of her blinding, mega-watt smiles (seriously, he's gonna have to start wearing shades whenever he's around her). Then she teases, "You are actually going to come to class? I'm flabbergasted!", before hurrying off again.

"Yeah, well, your face is flabbergasted", Puck mutters to her retreating body.

The truth is, Puck needs to get ahold of Rachel's trolley bag, and if going to class is the only way to get it, then that's what he'll do. He makes it through the door just in time, ignores his teacher's look of absolute shock, and sits down next to Rachel. He watches her closely as she reaches over to take her bag from him. She opens it, and when she notices the bouquet of white roses inside, the blush on her cheeks matches the pink at the centre of each flower perfectly. However, the look on her face, tells him that, later on, she'll be addressing the issue of how, exactly, he got into her bag. (She has never given him the combination.) Puck simply grins at her, as if to say, "What? You know I'm a badass."

The next phase of Operation: Romance Rachel takes place a couple days later. Puck is waiting for Rachel by her locker, so that they can walk to glee practice together. (What? It's not like he's whipped, or anything. Shut the fuck up!) When she arrives, he pulls her into a hug, then presses her back against her locker and kisses the breath right out of her.

"Get a room!", Mercedes calls out as she walks by.

"Jealous, 'Cedes? I know you totally wanna tap this.", Puck replies.

"In your dreams, White boy!"

Puck laughs and turns back to Rachel, who is only just now recovering from his kiss. (Is he the man, or what?). "Mercedes is right, you know.", Rachel says.

(Wha-? Huh?)

"It really isn't appropriate for us to flaunt our relationship in front of the whole student body like that. It makes us appear as though we think we're better than others, and I know from experience how such appearances - even though completely unintentional - can cause resentment to build up in our peers, thus giving them the misguided impression that it is their responsibility to try to bring us back down to their level."

"But, Berry, we're a couple of hot student bodies. We are better than the others.", Puck says. He's only joking, of course. (Sort of.)

Rachel just sighs and shakes her head, before turning to open her locker. When she does, she finds her iPod sitting on the shelf, with a pink bow affixed to it. Puck doesn't offer any explanation when she turns back to him with curiosity in her eyes, just gestures for her to turn it on. She does, and discovers that there's a new playlist on it. Entitled "Songs for Rachel, by Puck", it contains covers of some of her favourite love songs, all sung by Puck as he accompanies himself on his guitar. As she scrolls through the list, she sees "Sweet Caroline" (Neil Diamond), "All I Want Is You" (U2), "Someone to Watch Over Me" (from Oh, Kay!), "Angel Eyes" (Jeff Healey), "One Hand, One Heart" (from West Side Story), and "The Nearness of You" (Hoagy Carmichael).

"So, what do you think, babe?"

Rachel doesn't say anything (much to his surprise), just puts her iPod back in her locker and closes the door. She turns to him, face expressionless. Puck's stomach drops as he starts to worry that maybe he went too far, that maybe Rachel thinks the playlist is lame, and that maybe she's now wondering what the hell she's doing with a total weak-assed, cheese-tastic pussy-man like him.

It happens so quickly, he doesn't immediately register what's going.

One second, he's looking down at Rachel.

The next second, he's slammed against the lockers (for a midget, she's wicked strong), and Rachel has both her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms locked around his neck, her fingers twisted in his strip of hair, and her tongue down his throat.

When he finally comes up for air, he asks, "Uh... what happened to it being inappropriate to flaunt our relationship in front of the entire student body?"

"Be quiet, Noah.", Rachel commands, before shoving her tongue down his throat again.

(Oh, yeah. He is so the man.)

I know we can come together

Rachel knows that she must never, ever, ever mention the events that transpired when she and Noah attempted to have sex for the first time, especially not to him. Judging by the look of complete and utter mortification on his face after he ejaculated all over her hands, she knows that he would prefer to pretend that it had never happened. The problem is, Rachel can't pretend it never happened: seeing how easily she drove Noah over the edge has made her ridiculously, unbelievably, fist-bitingly horny. (All. The. Time.) The fact that Noah has been really delivering on his promise to "make it up" to her is not helping. At all.

She knew that Noah could be sweet. But, she'd had no idea just how sweet until several days ago. The roses in her trolley bag, the love songs on her iPod... all of it is making her see Noah in a new light. And she likes what she sees: a young man who, while certainly flawed - she can practically hear him say, "Your face is flawed, Berry." - has an incredible capacity to love and be loved. Rachel is aware of the old adage about how the more you get to know someone, the more attractive they become to you. She never fully believed it, though... Case in point, Jacob Ben Israel: the more she (unfortunately) gets to know him, the less attractive he becomes to her. Noah, on the other hand, has progressed quickly from "sweet" and "good-looking" to...

Hot.

Really, really hot.

And the amazing annoying thing about it is that he knows it. And what's even better worse is that he's making sure she knows it, too. Within the last few days, Rachel has realized that Noah has gone from romancing her to teasing her. (She'd complain that it's completely unfair, except that she knows he's only giving her back what she gave to him. Plus, did she mention that it's really hot?)

First, there are the texts:

10:43 am: U look hot 2day

Rachel rolls her eyes, but blushes anyway, before turning her attention back to her History teacher.

11:26 am: I wanna slide my hands under ur skirt

She gasps (loudly), and is subsequently glad she's in the cafeteria, where the sound she just made is drowned out by the noise of the other students eating, laughing, and talking.

2:34 pm: U make me so hard, baby. Wanna come feel?

This one arrived just as she was coming out of the bathroom stall. Never before had she been so grateful for the cold water tap as she held her hands under it. For five minutes. Straight.

Then, there is the touching:

Rachel should have known that there was no way she could out-tease Noah Puckerman. Not only does he have the advantage of size (really, all he had to do was lean over her and she started to overheat), but he also has the advantage of years of practice. For example, sometimes, when he passes her in the hall, he'll briefly grab her hand and circle her palm with his thumb. The rough, callused pad causes shivers to run all up and down her arm. At other times, while sitting next to her in glee, he'll casually reach through the opening at the back of her chair, and idly trail his fingers across her lower back. When Mr. Schue asks her if she's feeling alright, because her face "is awfully red", she doesn't have to look at Noah to know that he is smirking for all he is worth. She can feel it.

It is when they were alone, though, that Noah really ups his game. If they are standing at the sink washing the dishes after supper, he will move as though reaching for the detergent, only to cup her breast and rub his thumb over her nipple before returning to his task. (He left Rachel to explain to her fathers how one of their favourite mugs got such an enormous chip in it.) If they happen to be on the couch together, and she happens to be sitting between his legs, he will shift so that she can feel the bulge of his penis pressing against the soft flesh of her behind.

If she thinks all this is driving her f*cking crazy (she still can't bring herself to swear), it is nothing compared to what happens the first time she goes to watch Noah at basketball practice.

Although Rachel still doesn't understand the appeal of competitive sports - "It's just all so unnecessarily aggressive, Noah!" - she knows that it is important for people in romantic relationships to show support for their partner's interests. So, she dutifully settles herself in the bleachers, along with the other players' friends and girlfriends (and boyfriends, as Kurt was now dating a junior on the team). She smiles when she sees Noah and Finn horsing around on the sidelines: it makes her so happy that "her boys" seem to be getting along again. When Noah catches her eye, she gives him a little wave before turning to engage Kurt in conversation.

Once the practice starts, however, Rachel discovers that she can't keep her eyes off her boyfriend. She had seen him play sports before, of course, but his football uniform wasn't as... revealing as his current attire is. The sleeveless McKinley High basketball jersey allows her to watch the ripple of his muscles every time he dribbles the ball, or raises his arms to take a shot. His basketball shorts make visible every muscle in his thigh, and showcase his long, lean calves. Combined with the fact that he is all sweaty, and breathing hard, and... "Rachel, sweetie, you're drooling", Kurt whispers to her.

By the time practice is over, and Noah is able to catch her eye again, Rachel knows exactly when he registers how... affected she is by his physical display. He gets his "I'm the man" smirk on his face and slowly pulls off his jersey, before taking long, slow gulps from his water bottle, so that she can watch the cords in his throat pulse, and the hard muscles of his stomach clench, as he swallows the liquid down.

At that precise moment, Rachel has had enough. She wants Noah Puckerman, and nothing is going to stop her from having him.

To ensure that he receives the message loud and clear, Rachel draws upon her inner exhibitionist - a true actress can take on any role, at any time - and glances around. When it is apparent that no one else is paying any attention to them - they are all distracted by Coach Tanaka yelling at the team about how much they SUCK! - Rachel opens her knees just wide enough so that Noah can see her pink lace panties. Then, she coyly slips one hand into the waistband of her skirt. Once she is satisfied that Noah know exactly where her fingers are, and exactly what they're doing there (his eyes widen before he swallows... hard.), she withdraws her hand and blows him a kiss, before primly standing up and walking out of the gym.

She waits for him at his locker. To say that he is aroused when he finds her there would be the understatement of the year. He kisses her with such ferocity, she thinks she might have to go for days without any feeling in her lips. (Which would be a shame, given what she has planned for the weekend.) When they break apart, she pants, "See you tonight?"

"Can't, babe. Mom wants me to attend Shabbat dinner at Rabbi Goldstein's tonight. You know there's no way I can get out of that."

"Oh," Rachel said, pouting. "How about tomorrow? I'm free all day."

"Shit. You heard how Coach went off on us in there?" Rachel nods. "Well, he decided that we're gonna do conditioning and drills all day tomorrow, so that maybe we'll stop 'Sucking worse than my 80-year-old grandma's 50-year-old Hoover'."

Rachel sighs, and sticks out her lower lip even further. Grinning wolfishly, Puck leans in and growls, "But, I can be yours tomorrow night, since it's so obvious youwant me bad."

She can't even bring herself to rise to the bait, because it is so very, very true. Instead, she looks up at Noah through heavy-lidded eyes and says,

"You have no idea. Come over tomorrow night if you want to find out." (Her slight emphasis on the word "come" is purely accidental. Really.)

But the question is, will we ever ever?

Puck finds himself on Rachel's doorstep early on Saturday evening. He had wanted to show up straight after practice, but when he called Rachel to tell her so, she told him to go home and take a nap first: "I need you to be well-rested and refreshed before I entertain you this evening, Noah." Puck didn't know exactly what she meant by "entertain", but if the way she had kissed him after practice yesterday was any indication, Puck was so gonna get laid tonight. Sure, they're at Rachel's instead of at his place, but Parts 3 and 4 of his plan don't need to happen in his room. Any secluded area will do.

He opens Rachel's front door and walks in, knowing that her fathers were at an ACLU conference for the weekend. (God, he loved it when parents were so accidentally respectful of their kids' sexual needs!) He calls out her name, but doesn't get a response. Climbing the stairs two at a time (it's not like he was in a hurry, or anything. Noah Puckerman does not hurry for sex: sex hurries for Noah Puckerman.), he walks down the hall to her bedroom. He twists the doorknob, only to find it locked. Furrowing his brow, he knocks twice and calls out, "Rach? Are you in there, babe?" The sight that greets him when Rachel opens the door sends the blood rushing from his head to his dick so fast, he nearly passes out. (Nearly.)

This? Right here? Is one of the things Puck loves most about Rachel: to her, every moment is an opportunity for theatre. Who else would have thought to recreate a high-end spa in her bedroom? Complete with monogrammed towels? And outfits?

Puck leans against the doorframe because he wants to strike a sexy pose (and not because he has literally just gone weak in the knees. Noah Puckerman's kneesare made of steel.). As his eyes adjust to the dim lighting, he takes in the details of his surroundings: there are candles everywhere, giving off a soft, jasmine scent. The bed is made up with ivory satin sheets, topped by a deep pink duvet cover. (It's Hummel's fault that Puck even knows what a duvet cover is.) On her bedside table stand several bottles of oil, and Puck swallows hard as he thought of all the uses he can put them to. He can hear the sound of rushing water coming from Rachel's bathroom, and realizes it means that she has turned on her Jacuzzi bathtub. Over the hum of the jets, he can just make out Sade's "Lover's Rock" playing softly in the background. And Rachel... Fuck.

Rachel is wearing a white lace strapless bra, a white lace thong, and fluffy white, open-toed slippers with a small heel. On top of that is a sheer white robe, the belt of which is tied loosely around her tiny waist. "Good evening, Noah", she says in a sexy voice (which is way better than his). "Welcome to Puckleberry, the only luxury spa and massage parlour where all your needs will be met."

Unable to speak (because of all the blood pooled elsewhere in his body), Puck just stand there stupidly as Rachel glides toward him. She takes his hand and draws him into the room, before closing the door behind them. She continues, "I will be your hostess this evening. Please allow me to soothe all of your sore and aching" - she glances down at the very obvious bulge in his pants - "... muscles." Rachel guides Puck to the edge of her bed, and sits him down. When she leans forward to lift his arms over his head so that she can remove his shirt, her robe gapes a little wider and he can see that the bra she is wearing has a front closure. All he has to do is reach forward just a little bit and...

She steps away, gesturing for him to stand up. (Fuck. She's going to make this hard - uh, harder - isn't she...) Rachel steps forward again, and begins to slowly undo his belt. When Puck reaches down to do it himself - and quickly - she says, "Oh no, Noah. You are not to lift a finger. Let me take care of everything for you." Finally getting his belt undone, Rachel begins working on his pants. As she slowly pulls them down (taking his boxers along for the ride), she runs her hands along the hard planes of his thighs. Her touch is so soft, yet so hot, Puck's glad he took a nap earlier, as requested. It's gonna take every ounce of energy he has to last through the night. And, by god, he's gonna last.

Once he's naked, Rachel steps back again, and looks him up and down as though admiring her handiwork. She lingers on his erection for a moment, then looks him dead in the eye and slowly licks her lips. (Jesus.) Picking up one of the monogrammed towels, Rachel hold out her hand and says, "Come with me". She leads him into the bathroom, where more candles are lit, and motions for him to get into the tub. Taking off her robe, Rachel slips in behind him, and gently begins to massage his head. The combination of her fingers dancing along his shaved scalp, the bubbles colliding furiously around his dick, and the material of her bra lightly scratching his back have Puck thrusting his hips under the water. Just when he thinks he'll explode if he doesn't turn around and kiss her, Rachel runs her fingers through his hair once more, and stands up. As she steps out of the tub, the candlelight reflects off the water droplets clinging to her skin, making her seem like she is on fire. (Which, coincidentally, is exactly how Puck feels.) Getting out of the tub himself, he moves in to kiss her, only to be stopped by her outstretched palm. Puck pouts. He actually fucking pouts, because he's so frustrated by not being able to touch his girl. His frustration disappears quickly though, as Rachel begins towelling her body dry, and then his, taking extra care with his junk.

When they are back in the bedroom, Rachel bends over to pick up one of the bottles of oil (while Puck admires her round, firm ass). She pours a little bit into her hand and begins rubbing it all over her body. (Oh, fuuuuuuck.) When she is finished, she says, "It's time for your massage, Noah. Please lie on the bed, face down." Puck does as he is told (he has no problem following some rules), and Rachel climbs on top of him, straddling his lower back. When she starts massaging his shoulders, he groans with pleasure. As he gets used to the rhythm of her hands against his skin, the sensation changes. Rachel is still rubbing his back, but it doesn't feel like she's using her hands anymore. It feels like... like...

Oh. My. God.

Is she using her boobs? Is Rachel Berry fucking giving him a fucking massage with her fucking boobs?! Puck turns his head over his shoulder and, sure enough, Rachel has removed her bra (damn... he'd been hoping to do that himself) and is laying flat against him, rubbing her chest all over his back. When she looks up and catches his eye, she grins wickedly and places her hands on either side of his body, before running her legs up, down, under, over, and between his.

At that precise moment, Puck has had enough. He wants Rachel Berry, and nothing is going to stop him from having her.

In one fluid movement (Puck had been on the wrestling team his freshman year. He quit because he only liked to get into those positions with girls, not dudes.), Puck rolls over and flips Rachel on her back. "You know, Berry" he says, leaning over her. "My muscles are, like, totally soothed and un-sore now. I've got a different kind of ache, though. Help me take care of it?" Rachel smiles devilishly in response, so Puck swoops down and crushes her mouth with his. He uses his tongue to pry her lips open, before plundering her mouth. As he runs his hand up her ribcage and over to her breast, where he begins to tease her nipple, she whimpers in anticipation. But Puck wants more... he wants to hear her. Speechless Rachel just isn't Rachel at all.

"Talk to me, baby", he growls. "Let me hear you."

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know. Anything. Tell me how you feel. Do you like what I'm doing? Do you want something different? Tell me. Talk dirty to me."

"Oh. Um. Alright... Oh, yes, Noah, please continue to stimulate my breast. I especially enjoy it when you apply pressure to the nipple and the surrounding aureole; it creates a sensation that I suspect is not unlike receiving a mild electric shock. And, yes, please continue to French kiss me - do the French really kiss like that, I wonder? - The feeling of our taste buds rubbing against each other is extremely pleasant, which is rather surprising, don't you think, given that they are designed for taste, not touch. Also... What?"

Puck is staring at Rachel with a look of total disbelief on his face. He actually hasn't been kissing or touching her for several minutes, because he is so stunned by what she's saying. As he tries to figure out how to respond, he knows that he needs to tread very carefully. Despite the show she is putting on for him tonight, Rachel is very insecure about her lack of sexual experience, especially when compared to the vastness of his. So, in the most gentle, non-judgmental tone he can muster, he says, "Rach, you're using your brain too much. Dirty talk isn't about the brain, it's about the body. It's raw, pure, instinctual. Don't think, okay? Just feel." He can tell by the look in her eyes that she's embarrassed for doing it "wrong", so he leans into her and lets his lips hover just above hers. "Just feel", he whispers again before kissing her softly. She's tentative at first, but soon she is kissing him with the same intensity she did That Night in His Room Which Shall Not Be Mentioned Ever Again, and he knows that it is on.

Puck deepens the kiss, opening his mouth so that Rachel's... taste buds... can be reintroduced to his. At the same time, he nudges her legs apart so that he rests between them. He can feel the heat emanating from her, and decides that he needs to know exactly how he is making her feel. So, he removes his lips from hers and whispers "Talk to me, baby", before taking her left nipple in his mouth. Rachel is silent for a moment, then a soft, low rumbling starts deep in her throat. Puck increases the pressure on Rachel's nipple, and the rumbling in her throat grows louder and more intense, until,

"Oh, yes", she breathes. "Oh, yes, Puck. Lick me. Taste me. Take me." (Now, that's more like it.) The fact that she calls him "Puck" and not "Noah" makes him so hard, he actually sees stars (gold ones). He moves over to her other breast for a moment - "Oh, god, Puck. Don't stop. Please don't stop." - before kissing her along her torso. "What are you doing?" Rachel asks. "Why have you stopped kissing my breast?" Puck looks back up at her with fire in his eyes and says, "I'm gonna make you scream my name." He continues kissing a trail down her stomach, until he reaches the waistband of her thong. It's so flimsy, all it take is a sharp twist of his wrist for it to come off in his hands. The sight of Rachel lying naked, thighs spread for him, makes him want to weep from desire. But, Puck's a stud, and studs don't weep. So instead, he presses his face into the downy hair between her legs and takes a long, slow, lick. Rachel gasps and bucks on the bed, clenching the sheets between her tiny fists as she cries out, "Oh my fucking god!" Then... "Hey, I swore!", she exclaims proudly. Puck chuckles with affection, and says wryly, "Yes, you did, Berry. Congratulations on joining the land of the normal." Then he licks her again. And again. And again.

By this time, semen has started to run down his dick, but he doesn't care. He knows he's nowhere close to coming (this time), just like he knows that Rachel is very close. He wants to make her do it so, as she thrashes around on the bed above him, whispering "Oh, Puck ...god... oh, Puck ...god..." over and over (See? Even she equates him with a god.), he licks her faster and faster, before taking her clit into his mouth (because, of course, he knows exactly where to find it), and sucking as though his life depends on it (actually, it probably does, because Puck is sure that he would die without sex. If Rachel only knew how close she came to killing him by making him wait for so long...). Oh my god she tastes so good. Seriously, she actually tastes like berries down there (and how cool is that?). Puck makes a mental note to ask her how she managed it, after they've finished having sex. Which is still a long, long, long, long way away.

Rachel is making a constant "unf-unf-unf-unf" sound now, which Puck knows means she is right at the edge. To help her over it (he is nothing if not generous), he inserts a finger into her tight, wet, heat. He is so hard now, he uses his other hand to begin stroking himself. (There's no reason why he can't start getting ready for the big finish, right?) Rachel is literally lifting herself off the bed, so Puck inserts another finger, and resumes licking her. Incredibly, her legs spread even wider, and Puck takes a moment to mentally thank her two gay dads for giving her all those dance lessons. Then he realizes how seriously messed it is to be thinking of his girlfriend's gay fathers as he finger-fucks her, so he inserts a third finger and gently grazes her clit with his teeth.

That does it. Rachel screams his name - "Puuuuuuuuuuck!" - throw her arms wide as she rides the wave of her first orgasm, and knocks over two of the candles on the bedside table.

Which then knocks over the bottles of oil.

Which promptly catch fire, setting the table and the edge of the bed frame ablaze, and nearly singeing off the hairs on Puck's head.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT SHIT SHIT NOT THE 'HAWK!", he yells, as he scrambles backwards off the bed. He's halfway across the room (he has no idea how he got there, seriously), before he realizes that Rachel has whipped out a small fire extinguisher from beneath her bed (because, of course, she is prepared for anything and everything), and is covering the table and bed frame in thick, white foam. As she puts out the last of the flames, Puck smirks and says, "You know, Berry... when I said that you made me want to light myself on fire, I didn't mean it literally".

"Fuck you", Rachel replies, smiling.

"Oh, believe me, babe, you will."

("Just not tonight", Puck sighs to himself.)

To be continued...