A/N: Hey there again! Thanks so much for giving this story a shot. Sorry if I re-posted my SomethingDifferent story again as the lead chapter. Think of that story as the anticipation leading up to these one-shots, which will follow the same relationship throughout their lives.

Disclaimer:Obviously, Glee isn't mine. Once again, if it was, I wouldn't be buried up to my eyeballs in student loans. Also, I wanted to go ahead and say that while I have also been working on this for a while and have had several chapters written already, I recently noticed somewhat similar prompts elsewhere, so I mean no infringement or intellectual property encroachment. Spoken like a true lawyer, right? Ha!

Once again, 'M' for a reason…but you know you like it :)

Dirty Deck of Cards

"So, how exactly does this game work?"

Puck opened the pack of cards and spread them out in a circle face-down. He grabbed a nearby glass and set it in the middle of the circle, taking a seat on the living room floor across from Quinn. He smirked at her, letting his eyes give her the once over as she sat reclined back on her hands. "Vodka or Whiskey?"

"Are those my only choices?"

"Unless you, Santana, or Britney are hiding anything else."

"Nah, I think that's pretty much it. We only really drink wine or vodka."

"You girls and your frou-frou shit. Vodka then?"

Quinn pursed her lips, arching an eyebrow and nodding in his direction, "Oh, shut up and just explain."

Puck smiled and poured a liberal amount of vodka into the glass, "You want me to top you off?"

"Depends on the kind of 'topping off' you're talking about," she smirked back, noticing his eyes go wide at the insinuation. She brought her own glass to her lips, running her tongue along the edge before taking a drink of her vodka cranberry.

If you would have asked her back in high school if she envisioned her and Puck ever getting back together, she would have either laughed in your face or slapped you, depending on her mood that day. And yet here they were in the fall of her junior year of college, sitting on the floor of Quinn's apartment getting ready to play some drinking game he was obviously making up as he went along.

"Ohh, feeling a little randy, are we?" he joked, the familiar smirk returning to his face as he winked at her, "I thought we took care of that earlier today after your last class?"

Quinn felt the heat rise in her cheeks, her blush blatantly obvious as she thought back to their afternoon romp in this very room, her eyes glancing over to the couch. The very same couch he bent her over and had his way with her no less than a few hours ago.

She felt a light shiver crawl up her spine at the memory, a warm heat settling low in her stomach. He quirked an eyebrow back at her in challenge, Quinn lifting her glass in response, "Eh, I think I'm good…for now. So for the last time, how do we play?"

He laughed at her change of subject, deciding they should go ahead and play the game. After all, it would all lead to the same thing anyway and the anticipation was half of the fun. He took a pull of his Jack and Coke, eyeing her one last time before leaning forward to explain the rules.

"The game is King's Cup. We used to play this a lot back in high school, but uh, I think we should make it more interesting than the old version. An update of sorts, you know, just for you and me." When she nodded in agreement, he continued, "Each card has a value of sorts. You pick a card and you have to do whatever rule we made up for that card. Deal?"

"So what are the rules for each card?"

"Well, twos mean you. So if you pull a two, I have to drink. If I pull a two, you drink. Threes are the opposite. Threes are for me, so you pull it, you drink it."

"Ok, sounds easy enough."

"Fours are for whores," she glared at him so he decided to try and down play it, "Sorry, it was the only thing Santana could rhyme with the word 'four.' So babe, if either of us pulls a four, you drink. If it makes you feel better, six is for dicks, meaning I drink so it kinda evens out."

"Classy," she rolled her eyes, "Please continue. What's five?"

"Five alive! Also called 'Never Have I Ever.' We put up five fingers and we take turns saying things that you haven't done. For instance, if I have, I drink and put a finger down, and so on until one of us loses. Whoever runs out of fingers first has to take a shot of the vodka from the King's Cup in the middle of the circle."

"I know how to play 'never have I ever,' we used to play it all the time back in the day. But Puck, that'll be too easy for us. We've been dating for over a year, we had the same group of friend all through high school and we had a baby together. I think we know each other too well."

"Eh, you'd be surprised. Just trust me."

"Ugh, you know I hate it when you say that."

He smiled back up at her, "Moving along, seven is for heaven. Meaning I get a glimpse into my own personal heaven by deciding which piece of clothing I want you to take off. Nine stands for 'damn, Puck's fine.' You get the same decision as to what I should take off. Eight means fate, it's the truth card for truth or dare. Ten is the dare card."

"Ok, so seven, I strip. Eight is truth. Nine you strip. And ten is dare."

"Somebody is paying attention. I can't remember the old rules as to what Jacks and Aces were so we're going to improvise. I pick a rule for Jacks, you pick a rule for Aces, and anything is fair game. For instance, my rule for Jacks is if either of us pull one, I get to pick something dirty for you to do to me."

"Fine, same rule for Aces. I get to decide on something dirty I want youto do to me."

Puck grinned, taking another sip of his drink, "Deal. As for the remaining two values, Queens are ladies choice. A wild card for you to decide what rule you want to make up, my queen. Kings are my wild cards. Anything is fair game again, whether you want truth or dare, more nudity, or some other unfulfilled dirty desire."

"Sounds good," she said, taking another sip through her straw, "let's play."

He grinned and nodded his head, "Ladies first."

She licked her lips and scrutinized the cards, slowly drawing one out of the circle, "Six," she said, holding up the card, "Drink up, dick."

"Cute," he said taking a swig, "My turn." He pulled his own card, holding it up in front of her face, "A two, that's drink for you. Karma is a bitch."

She took a drink and pulled another card, "Seven," she said, quirking an eyebrow.

"Ah, my heaven," she blushed as he looked her up and down, "The t-shirt. Lose it."

She pursed her lips before her hands found their way to the bottom hem of Puck's old Marine Corps t-shirt. She had "borrowed" it the first time he came to visit her at college after he had graduated basic training and Special Forces school, the two reconnecting in ways that still made her lady parts tingle when she thought about that glorious weekend a year and a half ago. She lifted the t-shirt slowly, the cotton fabric dragging sensuously over her skin and bust before she pulled it completely over her head, shaking her blonde hair free of the collar before letting the shirt drop down her arms and off to the side. She leaned back, narrowing her eyes and biting her lip, giving him that look, "Your turn."

He smiled before drawing another card, "Five. Hmm, never have I ever," he held his hand up and she followed suit, "Never have I ever kissed a dude."

She gave him the evil eye before putting a finger down, "That was a cheap shot," she complained, " Fine, never have I ever joined the Marines."

"Lame," he sighed, putting a finger down, "Never have I ever gone to college."

"Ha! You have to put a finger down! You're taking college courses online." She sneered as she lowered a finger, Puck scowling at his error before putting a finger down, "So now we're even."

"Fine, it's your turn."

"Hmm, never have I ever had sex with girl," she said raising her brow.

Puck's tongue snaked out of his mouth slightly, his teeth coming down on the tip as he scrutinized the woman in front of him. He put a finger down and ran his tongue over his front teeth, "Never have I ever given a blowjob."

The sneer on her face remained in place as she lowered a finger, "Whatever, you like my blowjobs. That goofy ass face you make when I'm giving you one says it all."

"Oh, I do! I'm not denying it," he replied, putting his hands up in mock surrender, "Maybe not when I'm driving down the highway next time, but I do enjoy them."

"Ooh, good answer sir. I honestly wish I knew what it was like," Quinn noted, taking another long drink. Puck furrowed his brow in confusion, not quite sure what that was supposed to mean. Before he had a chance to ask, she continued, "Never have I ever watched porn."

"You're missing out, I bet you would like it if you gave it a shot," Puck chided as he put a finger down, smiling at her look of disgust at his response. "Hmm, never have I ever given birth."

"Really Puck? Really? That was the best you could think of?" she asked, exasperated. "If you're going to be like that, never have I ever shot anybody."

She stared him down as he grinned back at her, waiting for him to put his finger down. "Well?" she asked when he had yet to move.

"I've never actually shot anybody, Sweet Cheeks. Only targets. And I honestly hope I never have to shoot anybody either, but that may be wishful thinking considering my line of work," he smiled, before contemplating what he would ask next, "Fine, you know what, I'm going to go out on a limb here, seeing as how both of us only have one finger left, but I'm curious. Never have I ever made out with a girl."

He lowered his own finger in defeat and waited for her response, curious to see whether or not his question was in vain. She averted her eyes slightly and looked down at her glass, raising it to her lips and taking a drink before lowering her remaining finger.

Puck almost choked on his tongue, "What? When? And with who?"

She had always been a good girl but she did have a bit of a wicked side to her, one that he was definitely starting to enjoy exploring with her. While he knew she had been a straight arrow for most of high school and despite the fact that the two of them reconnected for a bit senior year, the two of them decided to take a break the year after graduation, allowing Quinn to experience her freshman year in college and Puck to focus on making it through his first year while enlisted in the Marine Corps. He had a sneaking suspicion that she had done a bit more experimenting than she had ever divulged to him, making this game all the more fun for him. He was definitely going to use the 'never have I ever' and 'truth' cards to the max to try and get as much out of her as possible.

Quinn felt her face flush as she let her eyes wander around the room, "Well, the first one was a dare from Britney to kiss Santana back at a sleep over senior year of high school," she reminisced, quickly joking, "Not bad."

"Wait, the first one? How many have there been, Q?" he stared at her, waiting for her answer.

"Well two, but I think of it as being technically one, seeing as how they were both with Santana. First one was a dare, and the second one was my freshman year of college. We got a little drunk and I may have admitted that I was curious to see what it was like again. See why Santana switched teams back in high school, you know?" She watched Puck's eyes grow large, deciding to goad him on a bit more, shrugging before continuing, "She's definitely got a point and she happens to be a very good kisser. Soft lips, sensuous tongue." She teased, watching Puck's mouth fall open, "I mean, you of all people know what I'm talking about. You've made out with her too."

She saw him swallow hard and take another drink, licking his lips as his imagination started to wander, "Did you uh, you know, do anything else?"

"I think that is a question that needs to wait for another card, Mr. Puckerman. I believe it is my turn," she said, arching her brow and winking at him before drawing another card. "Hmm, it's a nine. What article of clothing should I pick? It's not like you're wearing a whole lot."

He smirked, looking down at the t-shirt and jeans he managed to throw on after his and Quinn's earlier romp.

She tapped her index finger against her chin in contemplation, "I'll go easy on you. T-shirt, off."

He pulled the white tee over his head and discarded it to the side, pulling another card in the process, "Four. Drink up, Dollface."

She took another sip and pulled a card, "Eight for fate. Ok, so a truth question. Biggest fantasy?"

He grinned, "That's easy, especially after the story you just told me. Threesome with you and another chick," he waggled his eyebrows, "Interested?"

She rolled her eyes, "Get real. Your turn."

He pulled another card, "Ooh, King. Wild card. Lose the pants, Fabray."

She took a quick drink and stood, untying the string on the pair of sweat pants she stole from Puck earlier that day, easing the waistband past her hips and allowing the material to fall to the floor, leaving her clad in only her bra and panties. She kicked the pants to the side and sat back down, drawing another card in the process. "Ten… dare."

He smirked over at her, "Just try me."

She paused and thought about it for a moment, "Drop the pants and run down the street."

"In my boxers or in my birthday suit?"

"Hmm, in your boxers. Pretty sure you may get picked up for public indecency if you went naked."

He laughed and jumped up, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down, stepping out of them and heading out the door. Quinn stood and made her way to the front window, very interested in watching the show but realizing that she didn't need to stand on her front step in what little she was wearing. Puck looked both ways and took off, jogging down the street in his skivvies.

Quinn laughed as she watched him run his hands up and down his arms, the crisp fall night obviously a bit chilly for his liking. He turned around and began running back, a car's headlights illuminating his trip as he sprinted back up the block. He practically dove into the front door as the car passed, a cat call whistle coming from the driver's window.

Quinn laughed harder as Puck tried to warm himself back up. The two sat back down and Puck took a long drink, refilling his glass with another Jack and Coke before pulling another card, "Eight," he grinned, "So you said you never slept with another girl, but have you done anything else? Did you and Santana mess around at all?"

She took another gulp of her drink, handing her glass to Puck for him to give her a refill. Once she had her glass back she answered, "We never slept together or anything, but it got a bit handsy."

She saw his body posture change as he leaned in close to her, "Before you get too excited, I'll tell you right now, it was all waist up. We were both a little drunk and I told her I was curious about what the all the fuss was about and she kissed me again. Her hands wandered a bit and I honestly really did nothing to stop her. It all just kinda happened really fast. I mean, who knows if anything more would have happened, but we were interrupted when someone knocked on her dorm room door. We're obviously still friends and all and nothing else has happened since, seeing as I like dudes and all and I'm obviously dating you, but she gave me a little insight into her world."

Puck gawked so she cut him off before he could let his imagination run any further, "And that is the end of that, mister. Now pick your jaw up off the ground, it wasn't that big of a deal."

He swallowed hard and took another drink, "It's your turn, babe."

She pulled another card, "Queen, my pick." She paused, "Hmm, we'll go truth. What is one secret not a lot of people know about you?"

"Just a random secret or a dirty fun fact?"

She smirked, "Let's go dirty."

"That's tough," he scratched his chin and tried to think about something Quinn didn't already know about him in that department, "Ok, here's something. I can only come if you come."

She took a drink and stared at him in confusion, "What? You're full of shit."

"No, seriously. I mean I can still get myself off and what not, but in terms of sex, I can't get off unless you get off."

"Really?"

"No lie, maybe it means I'm growing up or something. So I can tell if or whenyou're faking," he said, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

Quinn simply smiled, taking another sip of her drink, "Good thing I've never had to fake it with you."

"And yet, you give me shit for my ego when you're the one who helps boost it," he teased, drawing a card, "Seven. Lose the bra, woman."

Quinn's mouth tightened and she shook her head, reaching around her back and unclasping her bra, peeling it down her arms in the process, "Such the romantic."

Puck's mouth went dry as he made no effort to conceal his ogling, allowing his eyes to wander up and down her body.

Quinn blushed slightly at the attention. She had been naked in front of Puck multiple times and each time she felt slightly embarrassed at the way he scrutinized her body. She knew he loved her and never had any complaints whenever they were intimate, but she had never quite gotten over her body image hang-ups and secretly feared that he would see something that he didn't like. Despite the fact that she still worked out quite a bit, she knew she had put on a few pounds since she stopped cheering and actually started eating normally again, seeing as how starving herself wasn't a good long term diet option. She also knew that she still had a few stretch marks that had never healed and very light cellulite, thanks to stupid genetics, and she was always nervous he would eventually discover one of her flaws.

However, the way he was looking at her now, his eyes dark with lust, made her feel a little differently, a little more relieved that he still wanted her, flaws and all. She broke eye contact with him and swallowed hard, picking another card. "Queen."

"Ah, this deck is rigged!" he chided, "Your pick m'lady. What'll it be?"

"I'll go with another truth," she replied, looking up at Puck as he nodded his head for her to continue. She swallowed hard, deciding she might as well go for it now and hope he would tell the truth, "Our first time, you know, sophomore year, did you really love me or were you just saying that at the hospital?"

"Quinn," he murmured, his expression softening as he held her gaze, "What did I do to make you doubt how I feel about you?"

Quinn just gave him a look and glanced down at the floor, picking up her drink and taking a long sip in the process. Immediately he knew why, "Look, I know I wasn't the best boyfriend material in high school and I royally fucked up a few times. I never really gave you a reason to believe me, I guess. But I wasn't just giving you lip service when I told you that I loved you in the hospital that day. I think I was kinda in love with you the first time I saw you so when I had a chance to be with you, I took it. Call me selfish and I know it really messed shit up for the both of us for a while afterwards, but I don't regret it for a second."

She looked back up at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears and it just about broke his heart. Quinn quickly wiped her eyes and cleared her throat, trying to change the subject by telling him it was his turn to pick.

Instead of drawing another card, he reached across the deck and grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his mouth and chastely kissing the back, "Being with you changed everything, and I'm not just talking about Beth. You were my game-changer. Our first time, lying there with you afterwards, I didn't want to move or say anything that may ruin the moment or prove that it was only just a dream. Holding you and feeling you there with me, I was head over heels for you, Q. I loved you then and I love you more than anything now. Nothing will ever change that, I swear to you."

She gave him a small, watery smile, whispering gently, "Thank you."

"It's the truth, Quinn," he replied, smiling in return while gingerly tracing his thumb over the back of her hand a few times before releasing it and drawing another card. He looked at the value, a four, before deciding he wanted to ask a question of his own. He arched his brow, "Eight" he smiled, lying through his teeth, "my question."

Quinn eyed him suspiciously but nodded her head in acknowledgement, allowing him to proceed.

He thought hard, knowing that the question Quinn just asked had been eating at her for a while. He had a question of his own he had been wanting to ask for a while now himself, so he figured now was as good of a time as any, "Ok, so I know about Finn and Sam and what not from high school, but has there ever been anyone else for you? You know like, in that way?"

She looked at him strangely, "As in other boyfriends or what?"

"Well boyfriends and um, you know…"

"Lovers?" she offered, realizing where this was headed.

He glanced down quickly, "Uh, yeah," he replied, his hands fidgeting. "Look, I know there was the old skateboarder and the guy on the baseball team your freshman year of college while I was at Basic…"

"Ah, I see where this is going," she nodded gently, trying to figure out how to word this the right way. They had been pretty honest with one another since they started dating again and she thought they knew almost everything about each other but as soon as he asked, she realized that they both had a few issues that they had been avoiding for a while. "Well, nothing happened with the 40-year-old guy I hung out with during the Dark Ages," she joked, the two of them sharing a chuckle at the moniker they gave Quinn's skank-tastic beginning to her senior year of high school.

As their laughter began to settle, Quinn leaned over and told him it was her draw. Puck stopped her before she could pick another card, "Wait, you didn't answer the whole question."

She sighed in defeat before looking back down at the ground and biting her lip, "I um, I don't know what to say."

"I'm not going to be mad, Quinn. I really have no room to be upset," he admitted, "I just want the truth."

She glanced around the room trying to avoid Puck's eyes boring into her. After a few silent moments, she sighed and looked back down at the floor, fidgeting with the straw in her glass. "Yes," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

He chewed on the side of his cheek, feeling the warm rush of anger flooding his blood stream at the admission. He took a few deep breaths and swallowed more of the liquid in his glass, trying to calm himself down. He was far from perfect and Lord knows he had his fair share of indiscretions in the past, but he wasn't quite prepared to hear her admit it outright. They both had been completely faithful to one another after they got back together over a year ago but he had always been curious about the year or so prior, after they went their separate ways post-graduation. "Yes what?" he asked, knowing something had happened but nervous as to what she was going to say.

She took a drink of her own before looking him in the eye and biting her lip again, "Yes, there have been others since you and I were together in high school. Nobody else during high school, but the year we took a break, my freshman year here," she paused briefly, "there… were others."

Puck blew out the deep breath he had been holding and ran his hand over his head a few times. Quinn's gaze focused back on the floor as she prepared for him to explode. Instead, he surprised her by asking, in a relatively calm voice, "How many? And what else, you know… happened?"

She bit her tongue and cleared her throat, realizing she owed it to him to tell the truth, "Two. The first one was a guy I met in a business class. He was on the lacrosse team. We were just kind of talking for a bit, you know, nothing serious. Nothing really happened, honestly. We made out and messed around a bit but it was hands only, I swear. It fizzled out pretty quick though. He was a dumbass and really started to annoy me."

"And the other guy?" he asked hesitantly.

She sighed again, "Well, the other guy was the baseball player. We dated for a few months." Puck nodded in acknowledgment. He knew she had dated someone else for a bit her freshman year but he never knew how serious it got. She continued to play with her straw before finishing her explanation, "We got along pretty well and had a lot in common and we just kind of hit it off, so to speak."

Puck swallowed, looking down at his own drink sitting on the floor, "So uh, what all did you, uh…"

"We slept together," she replied quietly, "Not often and we had been dating a while before we started hooking up and all but one night, it just kinda happened." She ran her fingers through her hair before readjusting a bit, pulling her knees to her chest and crossing her arms over her legs, feeling incredibly exposed all of a sudden. "We only 'did it' a couple of times, and it was good and everything." She paused, catching herself before going on, stumbling a bit over her words, "I mean, it was just… different than being with you. I love you, Puck and I love being with you. I realized that when I saw you over your first leave back home that following summer. Every time I see you, I get butterflies and my heart races and while I did care for Jason, I just didn't feel the same way about him that I felt for you. You and I have history and I felt like we got a second chance when I saw you again. So, that was the end of that relationship."

"Was uh, was he better than me?"

"No, Puck. I mean he had his moments and it wasn't terrible, but he wasn't better than you. Just different," she answered, realizing she needed to diffuse the situation before she really pissed him off. She forced a smile and looked back up at him, "But you, Mr. Puckerman, definitely know which buttons to push to really make me go wild."

He smirked in return. Quinn knew stroking his ego was one of the best ways to ease his tension so she was glad for the brief reprieve from the barrage of uncomfortable questions.

"I think it's my turn," she murmured, looking up at him to see if he had any other questions or objections to moving past this and getting on with the game.

"That it is," he replied, taking another pull of his drink before refilling it once more.

"Six," she replied, laughing and holding up the card she picked, "Keep drinking, champ."

They continued to trade off, taking turns and drinking when prompted by the cards or when the questions or dares got a bit risqué or embarrassing.

x-x-x-x-x

After going through several more cards, questions and challenges, it was Quinn's turn again. She pulled another card, glancing at the value before her eyes lit up and she gave him a wink, licking her lips before turning the card around, "Ace."

"Ooh, dirty dare. So, what'll it be, hot stuff?"

"Hmm," she said, making a show of trying to think about what she wanted him to do before grinning, "Hang on a sec."

She stood up and made her way toward the kitchen, Puck confused as to what she was up to. He heard the refrigerator open and shut, Quinn rejoining him on the floor and pulling the bottle of chocolate syrup out from behind her back.

Puck's eyes lit up, excited at where this was going, "What's that for?"

"You'll see," she chuckled, leaning back and jutting her breasts out at him.

Puck felt his mouth go dry as she picked up the bottle of chocolate sauce and raised it over herself, allowing a few drops to dribble onto her upper chest before moving the bottle lower. She squeezed a little more above her right breast, the chocolate stream hitting her nipple before dragging it across her chest to hit the other nipple. She continued to let the chocolate drip out of the bottle as she allowed it to trickle through the valley of her breasts and down her toned stomach.

She put the top back on and set the bottle aside, looking up at him with a look that could only be described as 'smoldering,' running her tongue along her parted lips before taking her lower lip in between her teeth. She swiped her finger through the chocolate in between her breasts, raising her finger to her mouth and suckling the chocolate off of the tip, "I want you to come over here and lick this all off, from bottom to top."

Puck grinned and stood, stalking over to where she sat, pushing her legs open and kneeling in between. He placed his hands by her sides and leaned down toward her, his mouth millimeters from hers. She pushed up toward him, hungry to taste his lips. But instead, he smiled, turning his head and kissing her cheek before shimmying his way down her body, kissing her just below her navel.

He took a swipe up her stomach, his tongue tracing the line of chocolate up her body as he cleaned her skin. He continued to lick and follow the chocolate north, the sticky substance sweet as he made his ascent.

His tongue was hot and wet against her skin and Quinn was unable to suppress the moan of delight that escaped her throat as he made his way up to her breasts. He kissed her chest, licking the chocolate off before grinning up at her and moving back down toward her nipples, saving the best for last in his opinion. He drew one of the hard nubs into his mouth, licking and sucking, cleaning off the chocolaty mess.

Quinn grasped his upper arm and moaned, the sensation creating a tingling effect that rippled through her entire body and settled low in her abdomen. As if Puck could read her mind, he raised one of his hands and applied a small amount of pressure right above her panty line. She gasped, a low growl reverberating in her throat as he moved his lips to her other nipple, giving it the same kind of treatment.

Once he finished laving her breasts, he moved up slightly and captured her lips with his, pulling her bottom lip in between his and nibbling lightly. He ran his hand up her body, cupping her breast before moving it to her cheek and kissing her hard, Quinn wrapping her arms around his neck as she reciprocated the kiss.

He ran his hand back down her body, hooking his thumb into her panties and starting to draw them down her legs. She untangled her arms and reached down to stop him, pushing his hands away and smirking up at him, "No sir, not yet. You haven't pulled the right card just yet," she murmured, kissing him one last time before moving away.

Puck groaned and sat up, taking a seat next to her before grabbing his drink and taking another fortifying pull of the amber liquid.

He reached down and picked another card, smiling before holding it up for her to see, "King."

"Ahh," she smiled, "so, what'll it be? Should I just assume it'll be the panties?"

"Hmm," he thought, jokingly stroking his chin as he pretended to think hard before remembering something she mentioned earlier, "King's choice. I think I'll go with another question."

She sucked on her straw, "Shoot."

"Just be honest ok?"

"Always."

"Ok, earlier when we were playing 'never have I ever' and we were talking about you giving me road head, I said I enjoyed it and you made a comment along the lines that you wished you knew what it was like. What did you mean by that?"

Her face turned red instantly as she brought her drink back up to her lips, her eyes avoiding his as he waited for her response. "Shit," she cursed, as she chuckled nervously, "I didn't realize I said that out loud."

He clutched his glass tighter, his hands trembling with her blatant admission, "Do I not satisfy you in that department, Quinn?"

She swallowed hard, "No – I mean yes you do. It's just –"

"What? It's just what?"

She hesitated a moment, bummed that their playful game took yet another serious turn. She steeled herself a bit, emboldened slightly by the alcohol despite only drinking two mixed drinks, "Ok, don't get me wrong, being with you is very, very satisfying, trust me. It's just that, besides the blowjobs, oral seems to always be just a prelude to sex for us."

He scrunched his brow in confusion, "Wait, so you've never gotten off during oral?"

She bit her lip, "I wouldn't say that, exactly."

His eyes widened in horror. Before he could react, she went ahead and continued, "Look, it's really not a big deal. Just…forget I said anything, ok?"

"Like hell I will," Puck said, his temper beginning to flare, "Who?"

"Jason."

"The baseball player?"

She nodded and he ran his tongue along his front teeth, perturbed that this guy had apparently given Quinn something he had yet to. He took a pretty deep drink, swallowing the liquid before setting his jaw hard, "Please, do elaborate."

She rolled her eyes, "You look pretty pissed. Are you sure you really want to know?"

He nodded before she continued, "Fine, but just remember you asked." She paused, letting that sink in a bit, "Jason and I messed around quite a bit before I let him go all the way. That included third base, so to speak," she chuckled lightly, teasing him with the baseball reference.

He snorted in response so she decided to explain it out, wondering if it would piss him off or pique his interest more, "Babe, I do enjoy going down on you for the most part, and I feel like I have the sex life of a prostitute when you are granted leave and come to visit. But like I said, with us, oral for me is usually the lead up to sex. He has been the only one thus far to actually solely focus on getting me off."

His eyes were wide as he absorbed the information, gulping as she casually mentioned that "it was actually pretty good" before reclining back on her hands and quirking an eyebrow. "It's your turn, Puck."

She brought her glass up to her lips, taking a pull through her straw as she locked eyes with him. As soon as their gazes met, she felt an immediate spark, noticing the lust pooling in those chocolate depths. "It is my turn," he replied, licking his lips slowly, "and I plan on taking my time."

"What?" she asked puzzled.

He sat up on his knees, crawling over toward her and gently pushing her body down to lay flat, hovering over her. Puck leaned down and kissed her lips, caressing her cheek and brushing her hair back behind an ear. He trailed his other hand down her side, his lips following as he kissed his way down her body, stopping to nip and lick all of her sweet spots on the way down.

Quinn let out a small moan when he kissed the sensitive spot below her ear and again when he made his way down her stomach, stopping just shy of the waistband of her panties. He looked up at her and grinned before running his tongue slowly underneath the hem. She groaned and he took that as a good sign, his thumbs winding their way into the sides of her panties as he drew them down her legs slowly.

Puck pulled them past her feet, dropping them next to the stack of discarded cards and drawing her knees up as he ran his cheek along her calf and knee and kissed along her inner thighs. He nestled himself intimately between her legs, his warm breath making her center tingle in anticipation.

He kissed around the outsides of her lower lips, swiping his tongue through her slit. She shuddered hard, one hand reaching up and grasping at the leg of the coffee table while the other hand found its way down her body, running her fingers through the short hairs on his head. Puck ran his tongue through her dripping folds again, circling her clit with his tongue and humming as he drew the sensitive bud between his lips, suckling lightly.

Quinn moaned again and arched her hips up into his mouth, Puck continuing his slow ministrations as he explored her with his tongue. She began to writhe underneath him and Puck knew she was enjoying herself. He slipped an arm up around one of her legs, his hand settling on her stomach as he held her in place, the gentle pressure creating a more heightened sensation in her already quivering abdomen.

He continued to nip, suck and bite her clit, soothing the bud with his tongue while continuing to run it along her seam, slipping it into her a few times before bringing his other hand up and adding two long, thick fingers to the mix. He pumped into her slowly, focusing on the tiny bundle of nerves on her inner wall while he continued to work her over slowly with his mouth. Quinn's hands began to grasp at his head and shoulders, her whole body trembling as she neared her peak.

Puck felt her legs tighten around his head and shoulders and knew she was almost there, increasing his speed a bit as he suckled harder. Quinn went rigid and screamed, her body arching high off the floor, frozen as the waves of pleasure settled over her. She felt like her climax lasted forever, the small aftershocks and quakes rolling over for a while after he cleaned her off and withdrew his fingers. She felt exhausted and completely sated as she lay there on the floor of her apartment, her eyes closed as she savored what had just happened.

One minute Puck was grilling her about her ex and the next minute she was a quivering mess, her boyfriend playing her body like a finely tuned instrument. She had been hesitant about telling him that little tidbit of information, but as her heart began to slow and she began to come back down from the cloud she felt like she was floating on she realized telling him was the best decision she had made in a while.

She felt a goofy grin spread across her face and heard Puck chuckle, Quinn peeking her eyes open to see him lying on his side next to her, his head propped up on his hand. She smiled again before blushing wildly, pulling her hands up to cover her face in embarrassment.

"Hey," he stated softly, reaching up and pulling her hands away, "No need to be embarrassed. Watching you like that was probably the hottest thing I've seen in a while. I'm sorry for being such a d-bag and not focusing on you as much. Definitely need many more repeats of that in the future."

Quinn laughed and rolled onto her side, snuggling into his front and kissing his chest, "Well, I definitely wouldn't complain," she joked, "I would totally reciprocate too but I can't really feel my toes right now and I'm pretty sure most of my motor skills are currently not functioning so I can't make any promises."

He kissed her forehead before leaning down and kissing her, the subtle taste of herself on his lips an interesting yet erotic surprise. Puck ran his hands down her sides and cupped her behind, holding her close to him as they continued to kiss, a small whimper escaping Quinn's throat at the obvious bulge in his boxers now pressed up against her belly.

Puck ground his hips into her, groaning as he melded his mouth to hers. He felt her pull back slightly, a Cheshire cat smile spreading across his face as he took her in, enjoying her mussed hair, kiss-swollen lips, and light sheen of sweat covering her brow.

She grinned, laughing slightly before motioning to the cards, "It's still your turn."

He rolled his eyes and untangled himself from her, standing and making his way into the kitchen. He grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge before walking back out to where Quinn was sitting, setting the bottles on the coffee table and smirking before holding out his hands to help her to her feet. She politely thanked him and stood, Puck surprising her by hoisting her up and throwing her over his shoulder caveman style.

Quinn giggled with the motion, smacking him on the butt in return, "Put me down, Puck!" she squealed.

Puck reached down and grabbed the bottles of water, leaving the mess of cards, clothes and cups strewn across the floor as he traipsed his way toward Quinn's room, "No can do, princess. The rest of the night, you're mine. Game over."

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