Rachel awoke in the night as she heard the rustling of a sliding window, and the light footsteps of her Noah. She murmured happily as he crawled under the covers next to her and kissed her shoulders.
She reached her arm back , taking a moment to appreciate his defined abs and toned body, tracing over his well-muscled arms, before sliding under his sweats, grasping his cock and slowly stroking it with her fingers. She smiled as he groaned and kissed her hair, using his hand to brush it to one side as he leaned forward to suck her earlobe. She felt his hands explore her body in return, trailing along her torso toward her breasts.
Kissing her neck softly, he took them both into his hands, massaging the nipples with his thumbs. She moaned against him, and mewled softly as he pinched them into hard peaks and ground against her, his hard dick sliding against her back.
Noah ghosted one hand down her body, teasing her waistband before sliding her shorts down her legs, and she willingly helped him as she kicked them off. She moved to turn toward him, but he held her steady, sliding his own sweats off quickly and replacing her back against her hand stroking his growing erection.
Her breath hitched as his thumb stroked her center, flicking and rubbing her already wet nerves and whispering his approval. She gasped as he slid two fingers in at once, curling them alternately inside of her, and then slowly pulled them back out. Rachel gasped softly when she saw him slide his fingers into his mouth, reaching across her shoulder to kiss her again and using his tongue to share her juices between them. It was an unbelievable turn-on, and she felt her own hand grip his cock harder, taking him on the way up that elicited a growl of pleasure from his lips. His mouth fell to her neck, nipping and kissing everywhere he could reach, desperate to brand what he felt was his (though he knew she disapproved of visible markings). His fingers trailed back down her body, his thumb rubbing her clit as his fingers teased her folds, gently sliding into her again. He raked his teeth down the nape of her neck, causing her to hiss in ecstasy, then began pumping his fingers harder inside of her against her g-spot as she stroked his balls, arching her back against him.
"Tell me," he whispered, relishing the involuntary whine that escaped her when he paused. "What do you want Rachel?"
Rachel hadn't stopped panting, her body aching from his tease. "You Noah," she told him breathlessly. "I need you inside me—to make me cum."
That was all he needed. He tweaked her already hard nipples with his free hand and thrust into her from behind with his gloved dick, using his arm around her waist to drive himself into her. He held his own breath as hers became erratic, working to keep his control until he heard her sultry voice.
"More Noah," she whimpered, and, if possible, he became even harder inside of her. "God Noah, harder…harder…" Her voice was growing higher and he pulled her closer against his throbbing cock over and over. He freed one of his hands to slip back toward her clit, stroking it in time with his thrusts as she moaned, pressing herself against him and kissing whatever she could reach.
"Fuck Rachel," he whispered, realizing he wouldn't last much longer. "Fuck Rache…" and he thanked god as she suddenly shattered against him. He pumped into her thrice more and climaxed himself, groaning her name (and possibly another couple expletives).
"Damn it all babe," he whispered as she cuddled into him, sighing happily. "That was the shit. You're amazing"
"So are you, you know," she told him, and continued when she heard his chuckle "I don't just mean that. Of course you're amazing in bed."
She could hear him smirk as he kissed her cheek. "You know it."
"I mean more than that though," she insisted. "You are smart and sweet and talented." She sighed when she felt him shake his head slightly. "You have so much potential Noah; you don't even know," she told him. "There's so much outside of McKinley, and it will embrace you if you let it."
She could feel his smile—a real one, genuine and soft—as he kissed her hair and fell back on the pillows. "One of these days," he murmured to her softly. "We'll get the hell out this goddamn town…do this shit all night, every night, and be rock stars during the day; everything will be good."
She lay in the dark and listened to him drift off. Normally she would rest as well, only to wake as she listened to him leave perhaps an hour or so later. Tonight, however, she was going to take Santana's advice and solve the mystery, if only to give herself peace of mind.
Rachel reached beneath her pillow, feeling her cell phone resting where she'd placed it earlier that night. Careful not to jostle the body next to her, she lifted the phone above her, turning it on to allow a soft glow, and pushed the camera button, listening to the soft *click* as the picture was saved.
Noah grumbled, adjusting his arm to pull her closer, and she quickly replaced the phone beneath her. She shut her eyes and relaxed against the warm body behind her.
The next day was Wednesday. Rachel walked through the halls in a daze. She was lost in her own thoughts, as she had been since approximately 5 am this morning. Although, to be honest, her thoughts were as lost as she was.
She went to her English, Chemistry, and Spanish classes as usual, though not with her usual enthusiasm for learning. She thinks she may have even missed question 4 on her quiz, but she is too distracted to really think about it. As the bell signaling lunch sounds through the class, she stands and makes her way to the cafeteria.
A familiar hand reached out from the utility closet and pulled her inside. She allowed herself to be guided to the corner, as Noah caressed her arms and kissed her lips.
Puck had had a great morning. He'd gotten home a little later than usual from Berry's, but still before his ma had gotten up. His sister had gone out to breakfast with her soccer team, so he didn't have to get her to school, which allowed him an extra thirty minutes to get ready and gone. Plus he'd had a perfectly valid excuse to throw JewFro in the dumpster, which made him feel great since he'd wanted to do it since the creep'd tried to grope Berry in the hall Monday.
And now, after an easy day in History, a great workout in Gym, and an excellent nap in the nurse's office where Math should have been, he was pumped to get some time in a dark closet with his favorite addiction.
He pulled her into the closet, into his arms, and kissed her hungrily. He breathed her vanilla-strawberry scent and let his hands graze over every exposed inch of skin. He didn't even bother trying to deny himself of her anymore; it was just easier this way. Plus, goddamn, midget was so hot he didn't even really want to be without her.
He turned his attention to her earlobe; when she seemed quiet, he let go a moment and held her face in his hands. He couldn't see her, but Rachel Berry being quiet was never a good sign.
"Baby, you okay?" he asked her. He felt her head tilt up to look at him, and then she threw herself into his arms, pushing him against the far wall as she kissed him passionately. Just one more way things were perfect he thought, smiling at her enthusiasm.
The next moments happened almost too fast to register.
He felt one arm slide away from him, and then suddenly he was squinting, blinded by a sudden light. He looked to see Rachel staring at him in complete disbelief as she mouthed "Noah?" with wide eyes.
He looked at her in shock, backing away from her toward the door.
"How-?" he tried to ask, unable to get past the first word. She held up her phone, on the screen a darkened picture of him sleeping in her bed.
He backed up further, not stopping when he hit the door. He just kept going, pushing the it and moving out into the hallway.
Unfortunately, since it was lunch, it would be that more than enough students were roaming the hall and see him emerge, Rachel Berry following him with wide eyes. Students including Kurt, Mercedes, Santana, and…Quinn.
McKinley's Queen Bee glared at him, and he saw all of the pieces falling into place in her eyes. Those eyes then narrowed in small slits, and as the volume of the whispers magnified to the buzzing of the masses, he found himself running, slamming anyone into the lockers around them that got between him and the exit.