When he found her, he could see Rachel Berry was indeed a little buzzed, though maybe not quite drunk. She was dancing pretty gracefully, but mostly suggestively (very suggestively); even Puck could feel himself reacting to her as she let her hand slide up and down her torso as she writhed to the music. He snaked his way through the crowd to invade her space, sliding a hand around her waist and dancing with her. She accepted his silent request easy enough, and they fell into the smooth rhythm that was Transylvanian Concubine (where did Santana come up with these playlists?). He actually found his jeans tightening as she reached behind her to pull his face closer to hers, singing softly into his ear.

Sorrow is their master

Cackling their laughter

Now he's having just one piece of...
Catholics try to shake up

Rachel didn't know what was she was doing. Apparently Kurt's makeover had also come with an amazing confidence boost in her own sex appeal. She was glowing at the attention she was receiving, dancing with Tina (in a sequined, violet mask to match the streaks in her hair and dress) and Brittany (decked out in a leopard-print mask to match her tube-top and tight black pants) to a song all of her friends were surprised she knew. And when a solid, handsome (even with a mask) stranger approached her, the chemistry she felt with him convinced her to wrap her arms around him and slowly grind against him. When she heard a slight hitch, she felt empowered, and allowed herself to step up again, singing a few choice verses that she was particularly fond of.

All the things that form their lives, but
they're...dead, their sighs, their songs
They know what they do is wrong.

Stay with us, it's just fine

Transylvanian Concubine…

Puck smiled despite himself: the girl was a regular siren. Her voice was smooth and sultry and buzzed in his ear, causing him to grab her tightly there on the floor. She looked up at him, inviting, but he knew he couldn't risk being spotted with her in public. He took her hand and began leading her up the stairs, to the room across from the very one he'd sent Jew-Fro to earlier.

Puck was a badass sex stud, to be sure. He could make a girl see stars in the sack, then dump her and charm the panties off her best friend before the sheets were cold. However, thanks to his deadbeat, almost-good-for-nothing dad, he also had a little something that he used every now and again in order to supplement his income. His dad had called it his "Cupid's Arrow", but for Puck, it was just another key to his badass-ness. His chemistry wasn't probably what it should be, but he figured inside the dart-like packet were parts ecstacy, a little THC, and a hallucinogenic that he couldn't label, but only worked if you were relaxed practically to the point of coma. Puck had found that his magic (placed into the body via a simple scratch of the point), induced by a little mind-blowing sex, could temporarily convince someone that they were having the best fucking sex of their life with whomever he told them he was. The temporary love spell usually lasted long enough for them to believe what they had was the real deal, and voila—crazy love. He'd only used it select few times, but his persuasion powers (along with his normal prowess in the sack) were rumored enough to the point that people like Quinn sought him out when they were desperate.

Ironically, Quinn was actually a recipient of such a hit; though she couldn't remember, there was a time when Finn had done nothing but moon over her, and, as his best friend, Puck felt it was justified to pull some strings. And now they were the fucking Golden Couple—he felt he should receive a medal or some shit.

Although now, as he steered Rachel Berry into the dark room and began kissing her hungrily, his CA in his back pocket, he realized maybe he should have the shit beaten out of him instead.

He quickly put that thought, along with all others, out of his mind as he focused intently on the gorgeous girl in front of him.

Rachel couldn't believe she was doing this, making out with a strange guy in a dark room at Santana Lopez's party. She was either a super lightweight (after all, she'd only had one beer), or she was just completely overwhelmed by the chemistry and magnetism of her mystery guy. She hadn't talked to the stranger at all really, but she could feel herself drawn to him, and he to her. And then he started kissing her, and she stopped thinking…

He kissed her hungrily, eagerly, and was surprised at his own pleasure when she matched him. Her lips were soft, and tasted like cherries, and he loved the way her breath hitched slightly as he kissed down her neck and softly sucked at her pulse point. Puck pushed her toward the bed, tossing her mask aside as he lay her against the pillows (while keeping his own secure). She pulled him closer, her tongue tracing his bottom lip just before her teeth nipped it, and he groaned as his jeans tightened even more.

His hand easily slid up her shirt as her own tugged the hem of his. They separated for the briefest of moments as he all but tore off her top and then his own, and smiled as she stared appreciatively at the rippling muscles that covered his bare torso. Poor girl probably would never get to enjoy something like this again, so he wanted to make it worth her while.

He wasn't having a bad view himself, as he allowed himself to fully take her in: her body sleek and smooth, black lace bra practically heaving with her breaths. He kissed her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth and massaging her own as his arm snaked around and undid the clasp of her bra. He traced her small but perky breasts with his hands, tweaking them into peaks before dragging his tongue lower to encase each in his mouth, sucking and flicking softly as he lavished upon each. He could hear her moaning in pleasure, and he knew he had to play this right.

Then she threw him a little. He had assumed she'd be a virgin, or selfish, as most girls (and cougars) he'd been with were. However, he found her tiny frame suddenly pushing him backwards, throwing his jeans to the side to release his throbbing cock (yeah, he went commando—it was more badass that way). Before he realized what she had in mind, her tiny hand had fisted him and was pumping his dick up and down, as her mouth began exploring his body, kissing down his torso, tugging slightly at his nipple ring.

Rachel traced a slow pattern down his midline with her tongue, just before enveloping his cock in her mouth. He felt his entire body shake as her tongue twisted and flicked his head. Her fingers were gently rolling his boys back and forth, tugging so softly and yet in such a way that absolutely drove him wild. He was running out of willpower as she seemed to take in more and more of him. He was past disbelief when he felt her nose touch his body; and when he felt her swallow, he almost blew his load.

"God, Rache," he moaned, fisting her hair and not even bothering to worry about whether she'd wonder how he'd know her name. "I'm gonna lose it babe," he started to warn her, but then "My fucking God…fuck…" as he felt her moan softly, causing him to vibrate in her mouth, and he couldn't hold it anymore. He let go, groaning her name and falling back on the bed. He couldn't help but shudder with added pleasure as she swallowed his juices, her tongue flicking the soft flesh.

Rachel moved upwards to lay next to him as he breathed, kissing his shoulder, his jaw, his lips softly, reaching to take off his mask, but he took her hand and flipped her onto her back. She wasn't sure why he wouldn't take it off; it was sweat-soaked and couldn't possibly be comfortable, but she didn't push it.

As he began kissing down her body, once again teasing her breasts with his tongue, and now allowing his hands to trace down her hips, unzipping her skirt and slipping them and her panties off her body as his fingers ghosted down and then back up her thighs toward her center, she asked him breathlessly, "Who are you?"

He said nothing at first, and she pulled his face to hers with a sudden force. His eyes were the most amazing mix of hazel and green, mesmerizing, and they contained a softness as they went wide at meeting her own. He looked surprised, like he was amazed that she even saw him.

"Noah," he whispered hesitantly, as if afraid that telling her would ruin everything. She pulled him closer, kissing him as she murmured his name happily. Seemingly reassured by her acceptance, his fingers began stroking her clit, and her murmurs soon turned to whimpers of pleasure. He stroked her lightly, waiting for her back to start arching as her body pushed against his calloused hands before he began increasing pressure, and then inserted a finger into her. She was tight and wet, and he began pumping, soon adding a second finger as he curled in and out of her. She began panting, grabbing his neck to pull him closer, but he had pulled away as he slid his tongue down her body, around her clit, licking and sucking while his fingers worked inside of her.

"Noah…" she moaned in ecstasy. He loved the way his name rolled off her tongue, and he found himself getting hard again. He switched his hand and tongue, working her bundle of nerves over, tongue thrusting as his arm reaching out to hold down her waist when she began to buck against him.

"Noah—God, please yes…" she cried softly against him.

He raised his head. "Let go, babe," he growled. "Do it for me." And he tweaked her that little bit, listening to her moan his name as she completely fell apart. He lapped her up, stroking the insides of her thighs as she shuddered.

By now Puck was bursting with anticipation (again), and he quickly climbed on top of her, languishing kisses all over her again. Pulling a condom out of the side drawer (Santana's family was that predictable), he quickly tore through the foil and slid it on his bulging cock.

He took another moment to look down at the petite beauty beneath him. Her eyes were burning with lust and trust, as if she somehow already knew him better than anyone. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, glistening in the low lighting of the room. Her breasts, her skin, every part he could touch felt like nothing but perfection, and he couldn't understand how he'd become so lucky to snag such a girl that he barely knew.

This entire assessment took but a second, and then Puck positioned himself just outside of her, his cock teasing as it brushed her outer lips. Rachel arched herself and took him partially into her, and he lost all coherent thought except to fully sheath himself. He began slowly, gently, taking all sorts of pleasure from her tight wet pussy.

Puck nearly lost it (again) when he heard her whispering "harder, Noah—please, I need you."

He began thrusting himself inside of her, finding her body matching him pound for pound. He slid his fingers back down to her center, massaging the nerves once again and relishing her moans.

"That's it baby…you're so fucking good…just let it go…Fuck Rachel!"

"God Noah…so good…so good…Noah!"

She came just before he did, to which he was grateful, and they both collapsed, exhausted, onto the bed. He tied off the condom and threw it away, and she lay back on his chest, trying to catch her breath.