Love Makes You Do the Wacky Chapter 3: Ringtones, a glee fanfic

Love Makes You Do the Wacky

(RATED M; Q/P/R/F, P/R)

CHAPTERIII- Ringtones

"Noah…." Rachel whined. "Noah, stop."

"Oh, c'mon, babe. You've been at it for an hour. Take a break."

"I would have been able to get it done in fifteen minutes if you hadn't been kissing my neck!" Rachel complained.

"Oh, you know you liked it." Rachel huffed. "Ah-ha! See! I got Rachel Berry to admit defeat!" Puck exclaimed. "You owe me a makeout session."

"Noah," she reasoned, "Go and get something to eat from the kitchen. If you take long enough I can be finished in time for us to makeout."

Puck knit his brow and excitedly agreed. He kissed her on the lips and asked her if she wanted anything. She refused and he walked slowly down the steps, taking as long as he could. He made himself a PB&J and ate it at the island table; he knew she didn't like food up in her room unless it was a 'special occasion'. He cleaned up after himself and walked slowly back up the stairs. When he got back to her room she was just closing her notebook.

"Mmm… finally." She said, stretching out her arms high above her head. He looked her form up and down. She sat with her legs swept to the side of her; her blouse was pulled down around the shoulders (his doing); and her skirt was hiked up to just under her bottom (also his doing). She noticed his leer and looked at him inquiringly. "What?" He cocked his head in response. "Oh… right. Our little rendezvous. Well, come over here so we can get started."

He smirked at her and sauntered over to the side of the bed. He crawled over her form and she lay down to accommodate the new position. He began by kissing her chastely, slowly moving his fingertips up her bared thigh. His left hand continued its upward movement while his right hand traveled to cup her breast. He began kneading the soft mound, running his thumb over the top. His left hand began playing with the hem of her skirt, and running under it.

"Noah…" Rachel moaned his name into his mouth.

He stopped kneading her soft mound and moved lower to trail a path with his fingertips down her side. She arched her body into him, needing to feel more. His left hand dipped below her tiny skirt and walked its way up to the hem of her panties. Rachel snapped her eyes open, realizing what it was he wanted. She heard him unbuckle himself and for a moment she wanted to give in, but she just couldn't without hearing those three words.

"Noah. I can't." She pushed him off.

Puck sighed in frustration. "God Dammit, Rachel. Are you trying to give me a permanent case of blue balls?" He sat up with his head against the backboard of her bed, she sat next to him, kneeling before him with her head hung in shame.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Hey…." He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her over him so she was straddling his sitting figure. "It's fine. No rush." He lied. Of course there was a rush! He wanted it now! He was patient, or at least he tried to be, but two months of nothing but a couple hand jobs every now and again was not enough! He tried to cajole her into a little more action by running his hands up her thighs, bringing her closer to him. He began to suck on that special spot on her neck, right where the curve was obstructed by her collar bone. She moaned and leaned into his kiss, tilting her head to the side to give him more access. He was just starting to lift her shirt when—

Buzz, buzz, buzz. Three short buzzes caused Rachel to go into a fit of laughter. And the laughter only grew when the lyrics to Bye, Bye, Bye by N*Sync began to sound from his pocket. He lifted Rachel's form up so he could reach his phone.

"It's Kurt," Puck said, very annoyed. Rachel giggled again. "He chose the song. Not me." Puck pressed the End button on the keypad to stop the incessant, pre-pubescent voice of Justin Timberlake.

Rachel pulled his face to meet her eyes and leaned in to kiss him chastely. He rolled her beneath him and all thoughts of the lady-fabulous boy were forgotten. But, of course—

It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life

Puck groaned and pressed End once again. "That was probably Mike. I told him I was busy, though."

"Then it was probably important if both Kurt and Mike were calling."

"The most important thing to Kurt is that he ran out of moisturizer."Rachel lifted her eyebrow. True, Kurt could be a bit annoying at times, but they were still a team, and she didn't much appreciate him talking about her teammates as much as he did about her talking about his… even if his teammates were Neanderthals.

"It's Mike again." Puck looked at his screen and back at Rachel. He silently asked if he could take it. "They'll never leave us alone until I take the call."

"Fine. Go." Rachel sat up.

"I'm sorry, baby. I promise I'll make it up to you." Puck kissed her forehead and pressed Talk as he rushed out of the room. Rachel sat with her legs pulled up to her chest. She was somewhat thankful for the distraction. This way she could be left alone with her thoughts as she tried to think of a way that she could tell him that she wouldn't make love with him until he told her that he loved her.