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Chapter 9
Families are about love overcoming emotional torture. -Matt Groening
All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own. –Johann bon Goethe
Ain't nothing gonna break my stide
Nobody gonna slow me down, oh no
Noah groaned, rolled over, "The fuck?" He reached out, slapping his hand down aimlessly at the sound until it stopped. He looked around blearily for several moments, taking in the yellow walls, white four post bed, trying to remember where he was. Rachel. He thought as she moaned softly. He glanced down to see her stretching. "Hey."
"Hi." She said shyly.
He rolled to his side, resting his head on his hand, "What the hell song is that? It's really annoying."
She giggled, "'Ain't Nothing Gonna Break My Stride.' I always use it for my alarm. It always gets me up."
He grinned, rolled on top of her, had her breath shuttering out at the feel of him against her thigh. "Know what gets me up?"
"Breathing?" She asked breathily, rolling her hips unconsciously.
He snickered as he lowered to kiss her, "You."
She moaned against his mouth as he ground himself against her. "We've got to be quiet." She murmured between kisses. At his raised eyebrow she continued, "My dads'll be awake soon."
He circled her nipple with his tongue, nipping when she pressed her hand to the back of his head, "How 'bout we don't mention your dads when we're like this, deal?"
His hand snaked between them, pressed her clit through her panties, "Yes!" He grinned against her neck, bit gently, causing her to moan again. "Noah, please."
He ghosted his hands over her again, her hips jerked against him, "Please what?" She rolled her hips against him. "Fuck, why are you so good at this?" Her laughter turned into a moan when he dipped two fingers into her panties and into her.
He was barely hanging onto his shit. Who could blame me? He looked at Rachel beneath him. Her lips were parted, panting harshly and every so often he could hear his name. He head was tilted back, neck exposed; he bent to nibble where it met her shoulder. "Noah!" Her back arched, pushing her breasts into him and her hands were fisted in the sheets around her.
"Gonna come for me, baby?" He asked bending to nip at her breast.
"So cl…" she moaned when his thumb stroked against her clit, "so close" she muttered again.
He groaned in surprise when her hand snaked between them and stroked along his length. Holy shit, she's a fast learner. He needed to stop her or this was gonna end, but unless he wanted to use the hand he was currently using to support himself or the one he current had inside Rachel, that shit was just not happening. Instead he increased the pressure and speed of his thumb, curled his fingers inside her.
She arched into him, one hand pulled his head to her mouth to muffle the sound of her moans, the other squeezed him hard enough that he lost the last vestiges of his control and he came, shuttering, on top of her.
He pulled his hand from her, causing her to whimper, he was the shit. Placing his hands on either side of her head he rested his forehead against hers, "Sorry."
She grinned, "For what?"
He glanced down to her stomach, "For ya know, coming, on you." He muttered reaching for several tissues.
"It's okay." She replied softly as he wiped the sticky mess from her stomach. Her breath caught when he placed a soft kiss right below her bellybutton.
He grinned up at her, eyebrow raised, "Again? Really"
The sharp knock at her door had them both jumping. "Sweetie, are you awake?"
"Yes, daddy." Rachel called, pushing Noah away from her. "I just finished my workout." Noah snorted, causing Rachel to shoot him a dirty look as she threw his pants at him.
"Sweetie, you have five dance classes today, did you really need your elliptical?"
She glanced at Noah who was laughing as they both pulled on clothes, "I don't feel awake without a morning workout daddy, it's routine. Besides it didn't last that long anyway." She met Noah's eyes, barely keeping herself from laughing at the offended look on his face.
"Dad and I will see you downstairs in a few minutes."
"I'm just going to shower first, daddy."
"Alright."
Noah waited until he heard footsteps on the stairs, "Didn't last long, huh?" He asked pulling her to him by the hips.
She shrugged in response. "I'll show you how long I can go." He growled against her lips. She melted into the kiss, eagerly opening her mouth to him. He could feel himself getting hard again. Shit. Dead puppies. Dead puppies. Coach Sylvester in a bikini. Yes. Rachel nipped at his lower lip, soothed it with her tongue, slipped her tongue into his mouth and Holy shit! He was hard again, where the fuck did she learn that? He backed her against the wall, ground himself into her. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Coach Tanaka in a bikini. Baseball. He pulled away from her, "Shit, baseball."
She looked up at him, dazed, "What?"
"Practice, I have to leave my house in," he glanced at the clock, fuck, "ten minutes."
"Oh, Noah, I'm sorry."
"Are you fucking kidding, I'll take this over practice anytime. But I have to go get my shit, and now I have to rub one out before I leave." She sputtered in response. He kissed her quickly, "What? I don't want to explain to coach or the guys why I have a hard on at practice." He said, shimmying out the window.
At three thirty that afternoon Rachel walked through the front door and looked at the stairs wearily. "I know your tired Pumpkin, but since you missed your classes yesterday, you had to make them up."
"I know dad." She muttered, wondering how long it would take her to crawl up the stairs. Her muscles felt like water and it was only sheer will power holding her up.
"Oh, good, Richard, Rachel your home." Alan said walking into the room, "I just got off the phone with Sharon, she invited us over for dinner."
Rachel groaned softly. Not that she didn't want to see Noah, but she'd just finished five hours of dance lessons, all she wanted to do was take a hot bath and sleep for hours. "What time?"
"Seven."
Oh thank god. I can still take my bath and nap for a little while. "Alright, I'm going to go clean up." She took a deep breath and climbed the stairs slowly, cringing every time she had to lift her leg. Closing her bedroom door behind her she dropped her bags where she stood, peeling her clothes off as she made her way to the bathroom.
She turned the taps on the bath, filled it partially before tossing in several lavender scented bath beads into the tub. As the water climbed she pulled on her robe, walked back into her bedroom, grabbing a book and her iPod. As she walked to the bathroom she heard the opening bars of 'Whole Lotta Love.' She groaned as she bent to grab it from her bag.
"Hello, Noah."
"Hey, Rach. Did you hear?"
"Hmm?" She asked stepping back into the bathroom.
"You and your dads are coming for dinner."
"Yes, daddy just told me." Rachel paused a moment, "Did you call just to tell me that my parents and I are going to your house for dinner?"
"Nah, I called to tell you that I got you a present."
"What?"
"It's a surprise." He replied chuckling, "Also, the hells that noise?"
"What? Oh, I'm getting a bath ready, I just got back from dance."
"Just got back from… Weren't you leaving for class just as I left you house this morning?"
"Yes," she replied turning off the water. "I missed my dance classes last night. I had to make them up, along with the two I normally have on Saturdays."
"Jesus." He muttered. "How the hell are you still standing?"
She moaned as she stepped into the bubble bath, "Stubbornness." She sighed slipping into the water so that it reached her shoulders.
"Jesus Christ, do you know what you're doing to me with those noises?"
She smiled softly, "As nice as that is to hear, Noah, I can barely move right now. Five hours of dance classes today."
He chucked, "I'll let you get back to it then. Feel better."
She sunk lower in the water, "Thank you Noah. I'll see you tonight.
Rachel fought the urge to tug on the hem of her dress as her dad knocked on the Puckerman's door. It was ridiculous, it wasn't as if she hadn't met Noah's mother before. Lima was a small town, its Jewish population was even smaller, but her stomach was filled with butterflies. Forget butterflies she thought as she heard footsteps approaching, pterodactyls, warring pterodactyls.
She was mildly surprised to see Noah's sister answer the door, "Hi, I'm Eden."
Richard and Alan looked at each other amusedly, "Hi, Eden. I'm Alan, this is Richard, and this is Rachel."
"I know Rachel." Rachel shrugged when her fathers looked at her, "Ms. McNeil pointed her out at dance. She says Rachel's really good." Eden continued closing the door behind the Berrys.
"Eden who are you talking…" Ms. Puckerman started, walking out of the kitchen, "oh, Alan, Richard good to see you. Hello, Rachel. Richard, Alan come into the kitchen I'll get you something to drink. Rachel, Noah should be down in a few minutes."
"I like your dress." Eden said.
"Thank you."
"I don't really like dresses, usually, but yours is green, so it's cool." Rachel glanced down at the dark green dress. "Is your room pink?"
Rachel blinked in confusion, "No."
"Purple?"
"No, it's yellow."
Eden seemed to think it over for a moment, "Okay, I like you."
"Eden, go tell your brother that our guests are here." Ms. Puckerman said exiting the kitchen again.
Eden walked to the bottom of the stairs and shouted, "Noah, your girlfriend's here."
"Eden! Walk up the stairs and tell Noah that the Berrys are here."
"Don't have to, he's coming now." Eden replied turning to sit on the couch to watch TV.
"Hi Mr. Berry, Mr. Berry."
"Hello, Noah." Richard replied.
He turned to Rachel, "Hey, Rach. You look…" saying 'fucking hot' is not a good choice, "really nice."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Thank you, Noah. You look," she paused, lifted her eyebrows, "really nice too."
He grinned at her, whispered, "You totally knew what I was going to say."
She smirked, "I have an idea."
"Ma, when is dinner going to be ready?"
"About fifteen, twenty minutes."
"'K. Come on I want to show you something." Puck grabbed her hand and pulled Rachel towards the stairs when he stopped abruptly. Rachel was giggling silently, "Wait, I didn't mean that the way it came out." He said looking at her fathers.
"I should hope not." Ms. Puckerman said. "Door open, kids."
"Yeah, okay." Puck replied, rubbing his free hand over his face. He glared at Rachel, still giggling, and pulled her up the stairs, "It's not funny.
"Sure it… mmph" Puck pushed her against his bedroom wall, kissing her soundly.
His hands squeezed her hips once before letting go and stepping back. "I was waiting to do that."
Rachel ran her tongue over her top lip, "I'm glad you did."
"Jesus, it's a good thing our parents are here right now. How're you feeling, still sore?"
Her eyes narrowed in confusion, "Why is it good that our parents are here? And yes I am feeling better, I had my bath and took a nap, which did wonders."
Puck shook his head, "I can really only do one conversation at a time."
"You're the one who attempted to talk about two subjects at the same time."
"No, I was changing the subject."
"You still didn't answer my question."
"Which one?"
"Why is it good that our parents are here?"
Puck sighed, "Because if they weren't I would have you against that wall with your dress hiked to your waist in about four point three seconds."
Her eyes went wide and glassy, "Oh."
"Fuck." He muttered kissing her again and pushing her towards the bed. "Sit down, I wanna give you your present."
Rachel walked the rest of the way to the bed, turned to him, "Your sister likes me."
"Yeah? Well, I guess I gotta keep you now." Her eyes went wide as he realized what he said. "Uh, I mean…" He trailed off.
"Yes well, apparently it's because my dress is green and my bedroom is yellow."
He grinned at her, "She's kinda a tomboy. She's also not an idiot. A pain in my ass sometimes; but not an idiot. Here." He tossed a package at her.
Looking down Rachel laughed in surprise, "A word of the day calendar?"
He leered at her, "Take a look at some of the words."
Rachel peeled the plastic from the calendar, turned to January first, "Donkey pun… Noah!" Rachel said scandalized.
"Keep going."
Rolling her eyes Rachel flipped to a random date, "Dirty San…" she stopped, took a deep breath, "Noah this calendar is disgusting and vulgar."
"Yeah," he said fondly, "I figured we could get you up to speed with cursing and shit. "
Rachel shook her head, "Just because I don't use vulgarities." He raised an eyebrow, "Often. Doesn't mean that I don't know what they are."
Looking at her skeptically he grabbed the calendar from her hands, flipped to a random page, "Okay, pearl necklace."
She raised her eyebrows, "What about it?"
"What is it?"
Rachel grinned, "Noah, we haven't gotten to that stage of our relationship yet, if and when it does maybe there can be a demonstration."
He calendar dropped heavily on to the floor as his eyes went wide, "Holy shit. Don't fuck with me."
She snorted at the dopey look on his face, "I guess we wont have that demonstration then, will we?"
Puck grabbed her by the hips, pulled her to him and kissed her roughly. "Ugh, gross." He opened his eyes to see Eden standing in the doorway; "Mom says it's time for diner."
"Yeah, okay." Puck didn't let go of her hips.
"Are you going to do more of that?"
"Maybe." He replied.
"Gross. Who wants someone else's tongue in your mouth?"
"Yes, Noah, who wants someone else's tongue in your mouth?" Rachel asked, eyes shining, as they made their way down the stairs.
"I can think of plenty of things of yours that I'd like in my mouth." Rachel snorted as she took her seat, causing both of her fathers to look at her strangely.
"Noah, can you get the roast?"
"Yeah, sure, Ma. I'll be back in a sec." Puck returned with the pot roast and sat across from Rachel.
Rachel was surprised at how well the conversation seemed to be going, she was starting to suspect that Ms. Puckerman was a seating genius. Ms. Puckerman was at the head of the table with Noah to her left and Rachel to her right. Eden sat on Noah's left, Alan on Rachel's right. Richard sat at the other end of the table. Eden was keeping both of her father's occupied; they both seemed quite amused with the little girl. Noah kept bumping her feet with his own then grinning at her when she looked over.
"So, Rachel, how is school going?" Ms. Puckerman asked.
"It's going quite well, thank you."
"Well, we're working on the geometry grade, but everything else is doing well." Richard said. Puck glanced at Rachel, saw his mother do the same. They both watched as she pressed her lips together tightly and looked down.
"That reminds me, Rachel, Ms. Binger called the other day." Alan said.
"Oh?"
"Yes, she wanted to let dad and I know that your average has improved. It's now an eighty-seven for the year, which is a definite improvement. However, you still need to be a few points higher to be where you need to be." Rachel flushed, but still didn't say anything.
"Wait." Eden said looking at Alan confused, "I thought that an eighty-seven was a good grade."
"It is a decent grade," Richard replied "but in the next couple of years Rachel is going to be apply so some of the most competitive colleges in the country. We don't want something like this to be the reason she doesn't get accepted."
Puck watched as the flush worked it's way up Rachel's neck to her ears. "Hey, Ma." He said suddenly. "Did I tell you about that English paper we got back the other day?"
Ms. Puckerman looked away from Rachel and over to her son in surprise, "No, how did you do."
"Pretty good, I got an eighty-nine. Rachel aced it though, got a ninety-nine."
"That's very impressive Rachel, congratulations. And I'm very proud of you as well, Noah. You've really been putting in much more effort into your school work the last few months."
"Thanks, but Rachel helped me actually." Puck watched as her eyes went wide and she shook her head subtly. "I cornered her before glee a couple of time to ask for some pointers, so she kinda pushed me in the right direction."
Ms. Puckerman blinked at his outburst. "That's very kind of you, dear, thank you for helping Noah."
"Why doesn't Rachel just help Noah with English and he can help her with math?" Eden asked suddenly. Everyone looked at her in surprise, "What? Rachel's awesome in English and Noah needs help. Noah's awesome at math and Rachel needs help." She turned to Rachel's fathers, "Noah always helps me with my math homework, he's really good."
Puck was fairly certain he had never loved his sister more than he did at this moment. "I could really use the help, Rachel knows how to explain things in a way I can understand."
"Rachel's fathers and I will talk about it." Ms. Puckerman replied vaguely, but Puck saw the look in her eye, the deal was fucking settled. "So, Rachel, tell me about dance. Your father says you were at the studio all day."
The rest of the night passed quickly, without school being mentioned again. When dinner and dessert were cleaned up Ms. Puckerman shooed Rachel and Puck outside, "Why don't you two go for a walk, it's a nice night, and I'm sure you're both tired of being cooped inside."
The moment they closed the front door Puck pulled her into a hug. "Thank you." She murmured snuggling into him. "Noah, do you think we could just sit somewhere, the aspirin I took earlier is wearing off, I'm starting to feel sore again."
"Sure." He muttered taking her hand and pulling her into the backyard. He tugged her to the swing set and nudged her into a swing. "Better?"
"Mmm." She replied. "I'm sorry about my dads."
"Why are you apologizing for them?" He asked, pushing her gently.
"It's… it's just…" She huffed out an annoyed breath, "God, sometimes they're just giant douchetards."
Puck was so stunned that he missed her back completely when he tried to push her, instead thrusting his hand about a foot to her left. "The fuck did you just say?" He walked around the swing to stare at her.
She grinned at him, "It was today's word on my calendar, I thought it fit."
"You said 'douchtard.' Say it again."
"What? Why?"
"'Cause that's one of the funniest fucking things that I've ever heard. Come on, say it again."
She stuck her tongue at him, "Idiot." She said fondly.
"Rachel, it's time to go." Richard called from the back door.
"Coming dad." She slid off the swing, "Goodbye, Noah." She murmured softly.
He hugged her again, tilted her head up by the chin and brushed his lips tenderly against hers, "'Night, Rach."