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Sex, Lies and Videotape
Quinn sighed as she shut down her laptop and stowed it away in her bag. It had been a long day, but so had every other day for the past several months. Ever since she went back to work after having her youngest daughter Riley several months ago, her caseload seemed to have exploded in her face. She was hoping to be able to ease back into work, maybe taking a few clients on but it seemed like everyone's New Year's Resolutions this year was to either sue someone or shake things in their marriages up by seeking love in the form of a younger trophy girlfriend or hunky personal trainer which ultimately lead to multiple divorce clients, all squabbling over who got what after the dust eventually settled. Quinn enjoyed the challenges being an attorney provided but even though every case was different, every person who came through her office ended up leaving pissed off for some reason at the end of the day, which really did nothing to help her attitude either. In law suits or even family law matters, nobody won, and her job had become simply trying to minimize the amount of damage her clients' decisions caused.
As she slung the stylish tote over the crook of her arm and made her way to the door, she couldn't help but think about her family and her life. She had been ridiculously busy as of late, but Puck had too. A unit of men he was responsible for training and turning into the leanest, meanest, greenest, fighting machine Marines were deploying soon, and while she thanked her lucky stars he wasn't going with them, he still put in a lot of hours making sure he trained them well so they could come home safely just like he had.
However, despite the long hours each of them put in at work, or in Puck's case out at the base, they both still made it a priority to be home and to spend as much time as they could as a family. Danny was growing up fast, their little boy having hit Kindergarten at the "mature" age of five. Their middle child Ella was a very precocious three year old who Puck swore was already taking on a personality mixture of both Quinn and Aunty Santana, a scary combo for any father to even fathom. Their youngest Riley was a little over ten months old, and while Quinn wanted nothing more than to stay at home and watch her as she seemingly grew older and more expressive and "talkative" by the day, they still needed to be able to put a roof over their families heads, so unfortunately she had to go back to work when Riley was about three months old. But the one that made Quinn pause was the fact that her and Puck's oldest, Beth, had just turned fourteen a few months ago, and that just made her feel old. Accomplished, but old.
But they did make a point to have family time, that was the important part. In fact, every Friday night was dubbed 'family night,' and it was their time to sit down and slow down and enjoy spending time with everybody. Usually they made a nice dinner (well two dinners, one they would like and one the kids would like), the entire family eating together without any interruptions or rushing through their meals, and afterwards, they usually watched a movie or played a game together or if it were still nice out, they would play in the back yard together.
Oh, how the times have changed, Quinn chuckled to herself as she walked out to her car. She thought back on how drastically her Friday nights had changed over the years. In high school she hung out with friends at the mall after cheering at the football games. Early on in college, she went to house parties or frat parties. Later on, after she and Puck got together, Friday nights were spent with a bottle of wine and a movie, or if Puck got his way, beer and a pizza. And now….now her Friday nights consisted of making sure a very picky Ella ate her food and that Danny didn't stick anything up Riley's nose when Quinn or Puck weren't paying attention.
But she had to admit she missed those nights alone with Puck. Their whole world revolved around their family and while she wouldn't trade her life for anything in the world, she missed the nights they spent hanging out or fooling around wherever and whenever without having to worry about the kids interrupting. She felt bad for complaining, seeing as how Puck went along with her hotel fantasy a while back and they were doing well…up until a few months ago.
She would never blame her children for her problems, but after having Riley, she hadn't been feeling so hot about herself. She still hadn't worked off all of the baby weight, the bags under her eyes looked more like luggage from all of the late nights and early mornings and needless to say, she didn't feel very attractive. It was true what they said about men aging gracefully, seeing as how her husband was handsome as ever. He was still very toned and muscular, his body filling out deliciously over the years. If it were possible, grown man Puck was even more attractive than he was in high school, the years and his career helping him mature quickly yet he managed to retain his boyish charm and wit, two of the qualities Quinn loved the most about him.
Yes, here was her husband, the total DILF on the block and everyone knew it. They couldn't go out to dinner without him turning a few heads. Hell, just last weekend she caught their waitress drooling over him when they took the kids out to a pizza place for dinner one night. She screwed up everyone else's order, completely forgetting Danny's dinner all together, but she managed to get Puck's order out perfectly.
God, she felt foolish, dwelling over little things like that and getting jealous of a young waitress' interest in her husband, but for some reason, lately all of these little insecurities about herself and her relationship with her husband had been nagging her. She didn't want to talk to Puck about it, seeing as how she couldn't quite wrap her head completely around how she felt, let alone figured out a way to verbalize it and didn't want to freak him out or hurt his feelings if it all came out wrong, but it was driving her crazy.
Part of her wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that about eight of her cases were divorce cases in which one spouse had "traded up" for a younger, prettier thing, leaving the older, weathered and worn spouse out to clean up the mess. Sometimes her job sucked and usually she did a good job of keeping her career and her home life separate, trying not to bring work home with her, but those situations and stories really bothered her.
What if Puck got tired of her? What if he wanted to trade up? Here he was, the Adonis of the neighborhood, the attractive young father who caught the eye of every woman with a pulse (maybe even some guys too), and here she was, his older, weathered and worn wife who still had some baby weight hanging around, a few stretch marks here and there, and whose face reflected the perpetual weariness she felt day in and day out. Her body had bounced back well after Beth and Danny and it took a little work but she felt pretty good about herself after Ella was born, but after having her fourth, she wasn't feeling so hot to say the least. She checked her rearview mirror, noting that her hair looked flat and less shiny, her skin didn't glow anymore, her normally green eyes looked muddy and she just looked….blah.
She looked 'blah' and she felt 'blah.'
She loved her husband and her family more than anything but lately, she just wasn't feeling attractive anymore. Truth be told, she missed her husband. Sure, he came home every night and was a loving and attentive father and a good husband, always helping out and even trying to be intimate every once in a while. But by the time they got the kids to bed and got settled for the night, most of the time sex had become a chore, either a quicky in the shower in the early morning before they had to get the kids ready and before they went to work, or even rarer, at night when they were both so exhausted that the main question became "rock, paper, scissors for who's on top and doing all the work?"
No, she didn't feel very attractive and that kinda bummed her out even more. She felt like the stressed out working mother, not the adventurous girl who stocked up on sassy lingerie to surprise her man like she used to be. And she missed feeling that way.
She missed feeling sassy and adventurous.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she pulled into the driveway and saw him playing with the kids in the front yard while his mom sat on the steps and rocked Riley. He looked up and waved, flashing her that heart melting grin as she shut off the engine. She felt her cheeks flush at the attention, loving how she still blushed every time he smiled at her, even now after nine years of marriage.
That had to be a good sign, right? When you still got butterflies from the simplest things?
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes briefly, telling herself to decompress and leave work at work. Her clients' broken marriages were just that, her clients' marriages, not hers.
So stop feeling sorry for yourself, stop comparing yourself to them, get your ass out of the car and make it a point to feel sassy again, dammit! Her inner voice told her before she opened her eyes back up and gathered her things, you can be that girl again! Now, go get your man!
She smirked to herself, clutching her tote bag and purse before opening the car door and greeting two of her little monkeys who both insisted on flinging their bodies at their mom for hugs and kisses. Puck sauntered up to her and greeted her with that boyish grin and a quick kiss before offering to take her bags inside for her. She cuddled little Riley, giving her daughter a hug and a kiss before thanking Puck's mom for watching the kids while they were at work, and headed inside after her husband.
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"So," Puck said, making his way into the kitchen, "What's on the menu tonight?"
Quinn gave him a slight smile before looking back down at the pot she was stirring, "Nothing fancy, just spaghetti. Ella's being picky again and this week and it seems like the only thing she will eat is noodles."
Puck had noticed his wife had been a lot more quiet as of late, but he wasn't exactly sure why. He thought everything was going fine but then again, he wasn't the most observant person on the planet. But he knew something was going on with her. She had never really been shy around him, and while they still talked about everything (or almost everything) and all seemed normal, he still felt something was wrong.
He knew that going back to work so quickly after having their littlest one was stressful and she had been putting in a lot of hours lately but it seemed like something else was bothering her. Something more personal. Something she wasn't telling him. He just couldn't quite pinpoint it yet. She had always been good about hiding her feelings, putting up walls to keep herself from getting hurt, an attribute that served her well in her legal career, but she had still been very open with him. Which is why this 'thing' she had going on inside her head for the past few months was definitely a bit disconcerting.
He just hoped it wasn't something he fucked up, or worse, some huge event or occasion he forgot. He quickly ran through all of the important dates in his head, both of their birthdays, the kids birthdays, their anniversary, and luckily he didn't think he missed anything this year. But for the life of him, he couldn't put his finger on what was bothering her.
But he may have a way to find out, he thought, smirking to himself.
He sidled up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck with his nose, breathing in her sweet scent, the vanilla notes of her shampoo mixing with the spicy yet feminine floral perfume he bought her for her birthday last year creating an intoxicating scent that he thought he could sniff all day and never get sick of, as weird as it sounded.
He brushed his lips over the gentle curvature of her neck, planting a kiss on that sweet spot where her neck met the slope of her shoulder, "Mmm, it smells delicious."
Quinn let her body lean back into his, her head tilting back slightly and offering him better access as she moaned lightly at the contact. The simplest touch from her husband was enough to set her skin ablaze with need and she honestly thought she would never get enough of the feeling of his body wrapped around hers.
Puck continued to trail kisses down her shoulder, his fingertips ghosting along the waistband of her slacks while his other arm remained firmly encircled around her waist, holding her against him. Her soft curves always felt delicious against his hard body, the contrast never failing to get his blood pumping at the thought of her supple skin against his rough, tanned hide. Even now, standing there in their kitchen fully clothed he felt himself harden at the thought of her skin against his.
Save that thought for later, he had to tell himself as he grinned into her shoulder, but then again, she's here, you're here…why wait?
He nuzzled her neck again, finding that spot below her ear and tracing it with his tongue before suckling the pulse point, his fingertips venturing past the waistband of her slacks and her panties before finding the soft, warm flesh he had been dreaming about all day.
Quinn gasped lightly as his fingers made contact with her hot core, the intrusion surprising but welcomed. Yeah, definitely welcomed. He slowly and gently began a steady rhythm, teasing her with his deft digits. She felt her hips buck involuntarily at the feeling of his hardness against her backside and heard him chuckle lightly, the sensation causing her to drop the stirring spoon she had been holding into the sauce pot with a slight clang.
"Mmm baby, that's really distracting," she husked as she wrapped her arms around his, her hips continuing to grind up into his hand, "I still have to finish dinner."
"Well then, consider this your appetizer," he teased, leaning forward over her shoulder and capturing her lips.
She brought one of her arms up and looped it around his neck, pulling him in and kissing him hard as he continued to tease her with his very skilled fingers.
"Ah hem! Excuse me?" Ella called out from the doorway, immediately breaking them out of the lust induced stupor they had been caught up in. Puck pulled away and turned his body slightly, not removing his hand from her pants despite Quinn's attempt to pull it out for him.
"Yes Princess?" Puck answered.
Ella stood there with both hands on her hips, her face looking like she ate something sour causing her lips to pucker out, a trait she no doubt learned from Aunty Tanna.
She raised an arm, holding up one finger before continuing, "Ok eww Mom! Boys have cooties," she stated, very as-a-matter-of-factly.
Quinn looked over her shoulder at her sassy daughter, making a mental note to never leave her alone with Santana ever again as she was starting to pick up on the feisty Latina's attitude…and she was only three years old.
"Sweetheart, boys don't have-" Quinn began, only to be cut off by her husband, before he finally removed his hand.
"You are absolutely right, princess. All boys have cooties and you remember that forever," he replied, letting that sink in a bit, "Except for Daddy. Daddy doesn't have cooties so he's allowed to give his little girls snuggles and kisses. But all other boys have cooties. Never forget that and never let them touch you. Until you're at least thirty."
Ella held his stare, blinking once before giving him an exasperated sigh, "Whatever."
"Excuse you, young lady!" Quinn caught her before she could say anything else, "Where did you learn that word?"
Ella looked down at the floor quickly before letting her hands slide off of her hips, "Auntie Tanna says it all the time."
Quinn clenched her teeth before looking back up at her husband and raising an eyebrow in his direction, "Well, Mommy is going to be having a conversation with Auntie Santana about how to be appropriate around children…again."
Puck snickered, remembering the last time Quinn had to have a conversation with Santana about her language. Let's just say two year olds dropping the 'f-bomb' on more than one occasion rose a few eyebrows. It becomes especially more difficult after mom and dad tell them that's a naughty word and that they aren't supposed to say that…then it becomes their favorite word, just because it's hilarious to them. Needless to say, it took them about two months to get her to stop saying the 'f-word,' and it was all thanks to Santana.
"But you, young lady, need to drop the attitude. Just because Auntie Tanna does something doesn't mean you can," Puck replied, looking down at his daughter, "In fact, anything Auntie Tanna does, you are not to do, you understand? Big trouble if you do."
He waited until Ella shook her head in understanding before heading to the cabinets and taking out the dinner plates, letting Quinn finish with her.
Ella bit her lip and stared back up at her mom, "Mama, is the 'sketti almost done yet?"
Quinn smiled back at her daughter, feeling like she was looking at herself at three years old, lip-bite and all, "Yes, sweetheart. You have about five minutes, so you and your brother need to go wash your hands before dinner, please."
"Ok," the small blonde replied, quickly hugging her mom's legs before skipping out into the living room and screaming at Danny to go wash his hands.
Quinn turned back around to face Puck, who was currently browsing through the fridge, "And speaking of washing hands, you need to wash yours too. Especially the right one," she said, raising her eyebrow.
"What, this one?" Puck asked, bringing his middle and forefinger to his lips before snaking his tongue out to taste them.
"Yes, that one," she blushed at the connotation before going back to stirring the sauce.
Puck sidled up next to her at the sink, smirking over at her as he rinsed his hands off. She blushed even harder, if that was even possible, and tried to keep her eyes on the sauce and away from his playful gaze.
She felt his arms encircle her again, giggling and shaking her head from side to side as he kissed her neck once more. But before she could protest any further, Puck ran his hand down the front of her slacks, cupping her all too briefly over her clothes before letting his hand venture back to her stomach.
"I guess we'll have to continue this later," he murmured, drawing away completely before playfully swatting her on the butt. Quinn jumped slightly before giggling again, loving this playful side of him.
He went back to looking through the fridge, pulling out the jug of milk and pouring the kids their glasses before grabbing them a bottle of wine. Quinn glanced up at him as he uncorked the bottle and poured her a glass, wordlessly setting it in front of her before biting his tongue and waggling his eyebrows at her, disappearing around the corner as he set about setting the table and wrangling their kids for dinner.
Yes, we will definitely continue this later, Quinn thought as she drained the pasta and started fixing everyone's plate, setting aside some noodles and Cheerios for Riley before getting everyone situated at the table for yet another Friday family night.
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Quinn tossed around in her sleep the next morning, only having woken up once during the night to check on Riley before passing out again. It was her flailing arm that ended up smacking Puck in the face that finally woke him up. He turned over and propped himself up on his elbow, watching his wife as she slept.
So the night before didn't end up working out like he had hoped it would. By the time they had dinner all cleaned up and everyone had taken their baths (spaghetti and small children always equaled a huge mess) and gotten ready for bed, it was actually fairly late already. He was hoping the kids would fall asleep easily so he could sneak in some one-on-one time with Quinn before it got too late, but after Ella demanded that they read her a story (because in her words "parent's have to read to their children! It's the law!"), both he and Quinn were drained. Quinn had even passed out before he finished brushing his teeth.
He knew she desperately needed her sleep and as much as he wanted to wake her up and see if she was interested in a little pre-breakfast nookie, he decided to just leave her be, kissing her shoulder softly before gently easing himself out of bed.
He quietly set about pulling the things he would need for breakfast out of the fridge and cabinets, mixing up the ingredients for French toast, eggs and turkey bacon, a delicious, slightly healthier and more kosher alternative to one of Quinn's favorite foods. As he began cracking the eggs into the large mixing bowl, a thought suddenly hit him.
He reached for the phone and dialed a very familiar number, quietly speaking to the person on the other end of the line before thanking them and hanging up. He made another quick phone call, giving the people on the other end of the line Quinn's information before arranging a time and thanking them for getting her in on such quick notice. After he was done, he took a step back and grinned to himself, pleased with the plan he had formulated in his head and set into motion just now.
Quinn will definitely be surprised, he thought as he went back to fixing breakfast, and hopefully I can finally figure out what the hell's been going on with her lately…and hopefully get some ass in the process.
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Quinn was definitely surprised to say the least, but it was a very pleasant surprise at that. After breakfast that morning, Puck had snuck up on Quinn while she did the dishes and told her he booked her a mini spa day that afternoon. He further surprised her by letting her know that Rachel would be going as well, the new mom also desperately needing an afternoon away from Finn and the kids, and the two girls indulged in manis, pedis and facials all while finally having the chance to catch up after what seemed like forever. While she was a little hesitant to dump all three kids on Puck for the day, he insisted, telling her he would hold down the fort for the afternoon.
She pulled into the driveway that night feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, the good night's rest she got last night and the relaxing afternoon she just had helping to recharge her drained internal batteries. However, as soon as she stepped into the house, she knew something was off.
It was quiet. Far too quiet. And it smelled good, like someone had been cooking all day.
Usually when Puck was in charge of the kids for too long, the entire house was in a state of chaos and dinner consisted of pizza or some other form of take out. But this was different.
She tiptoed her way through the house, cautiously edging her way toward the kitchen, wondering if someone had broken in and decided to stick around and make a gourmet meal or something.
"Q, is that you?" Puck called out from the kitchen, rounding the corner and stopping abruptly as he saw her standing there, her brow scrunched in confusion. He smiled before continuing, "Good, you're just in time!"
"In time for what?" she asked, still confused as hell.
"Dinner," he answered simply, "I hope you're hungry."
"Starving," she replied, her eyes still skeptical as she remained rooted to the spot.
He chuckled before grasping her hand and leading her toward the family room. She looked around, wondering what the hell was going on. The entire living room was spotless, the toys, books and magazines replaced with candles and pillows surrounding the coffee table, which was now covered in a table cloth and adorned with plates, wine glasses, two types of wine and various different small bites of food all surrounding two small fondue pots.
"Who are you and what have you done with my husband?" she asked, taking in the spread around her.
He chuckled before leading her to her "seat" on the floor amidst the throw pillows and pouring her a glass of white wine.
"Don't worry, it's still me," he joked before sitting down next to her and pouring himself a glass, "And I know you've been stressed lately so I wanted to do something nice for you. The kids are staying with my mom for the weekend and I thought we could have a mini stay-cation while they're away. Just you and me."
"I love you," she stated, leaning in and capturing his lips quickly, "Geeze, look at you, Mr. Romantic!"
He chuckled lightly against her lips, kissing her again before pulling away and handing her a fondue fork, "Oh, and by the way, we have two new fondue sets. Just an FYI," he announced, gesturing toward the bubbling pots on the table.
"I see that," she replied, picking at a few pieces of apple and bread, "We had none this morning, and now we have two. Someone went shopping."
He shrugged before dipping his own piece of bread in the cheese, Quinn catching his arm before he could eat it. She leaned over and raised her eyebrows seductively, blowing gently on the piece of bread to cool it off before slowly biting the piece off of his fork, savoring the flavor of the creamy cheese as she sat back against the cushions.
Puck felt himself harden just watching her mouth close over the piece of bread on his fork, not caring that she had just stolen his bite. Fondue was a good choice. A very, very good choice.
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Quinn giggled as Puck lowered the chocolate fondue covered strawberry into her mouth, leaning in and sensuously kissing her, removing any remaining traces of chocolate from her lips. The whole night had been a fun and sexy foray, feeding each other and teasing one another, giggling and playing with each other like they used to when they were younger. The whole night had been fun and Puck hoped it had helped her loosen up a bit. The low lighting, wine and deliciously sexy dinner invited an atmosphere of romance, every touch and kiss amplified, leaving both Quinn and Puck tingling with anticipation as they both knew this would lead to some bedroom fun later that night.
As if they both could sense what was going to happen next, they leaned in for another kiss, this one lingering in its duration as they tasted one another, proceeding to make out like a bunch of teenagers again. After they finally came up for air, Quinn gently ran her fingernails up and down the nape of his neck, the sensation sending tingles up and down Puck's spine as he stared into those deep green pools he loved so much.
"Thank you," she sighed contentedly as she settled her other hand against his chest, "for everything. Today…always. You're amazing, you know that?"
He pursed his lips and looked down briefly, a light blush creeping up his cheeks as he pecked her lips chastely, "You're the amazing one."
"You've never been very good at accepting compliments," she teased, running her hand down his chest before letting it rest in his lap, mere inches from his already throbbing erection now straining against his jeans.
"Not really," he replied, leaning in and gently taking her earlobe between his teeth, hoping the next few words out of his mouth would ensure their mutual nakedness later that evening, "But I tell you what, if you give me a few minutes to clean up, I'll top off your spa day with a full body massage."
She closed her eyes and moaned lightly, the kisses he planted down her neck scorching her flesh as he kneaded the flesh of her hip with his free hand.
"Mmm, deal," she replied, biting her lip between her teeth and pulling away from him slowly, "Give me twenty minutes to get ready?"
He grinned before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "Your clock is ticking."
They shared a knowing look, and just like that, they both were on their feet, blowing out candles and taking dishes to the kitchen before Quinn gave him a quick kiss and dashed up the stairs to their bedroom.
She took the stairs two at a time, excited that her initial insecurities about herself and her relationship with her husband turned out to be unfounded. If this afternoon and evening were any indication, her husband definitely still wanted her. The only problem now was that the throbbing ache between her legs was about to drive her crazy with need and she still needed to prep herself a little bit. She quickly undressed and made her way toward the bathroom, glad that she had decided to shave her legs (and other areas) that morning as she reapplied a liberal amount of body lotion, spritzing herself with a bit more perfume before running a comb through her hair a few times.
Her next stop was her dresser, where she tried to dig around and find some sort of sexy negligee or lingerie to surprise Puck with, scowling when she found nothing suitable to wear. Nothing in her entire drawer was new or even fully intact for that matter, Quinn making a mental note to remind her husband to be more gentle when removing said undergarments from her body instead of acting like a wild man and trying to rip them off. But it was always fun when he tried to rip them off, she thought, smirking to herself.
She went back to their closet and started poking around, a familiar article of clothing catching her eye as she sifted through what she could wear.
Well, he did say full-body massage, she thought as she eyed the old jersey, so technically, you probably shouldn't wear anything…but the jersey? Now that would be a nice little touch…especially if that was all you wore.
She pulled the old mesh Titans jersey off of the hanger and slipped it over her head, fluffing her hair out around the collar and glancing in the mirror to take in her appearance. For the first time in a while, she felt attractive again, sexy even. Puck's going to love this, she thought as she made her way back to their vanity and reapplied a little bit of make-up.
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Meanwhile…
Downstairs, Puck knew he was grinning like an idiot as he quickly stuck their plates in the dishwasher before filling the fondue pots with soap and water to let them sit overnight. After all was said and done, he checked his watch, hell-bent on keeping Quinn to her twenty minute limit. Yet, as soon as he glanced at the time, he was a little surprised that he managed to clean up so quickly. Eighteen minutes left.
He slugged back the remaining wine in his glass, trying to think of something to do to pass the torturous remaining minutes until he could get his hands on his wife again. His erection continued to throb in his pants painfully and after a few moments, Puck decided to take matters into his own hands…literally.
Glancing up the stairs quickly and listening hard to make sure Quinn was still up there, Puck made his way down the hallway to their study, quietly closing the door behind him and booting up his laptop. Maybe a little manual stimulation to help him get off quickly would do the trick, plus a little "stress relief" prior to going at it with his wife always helped him last longer. If he came too early while he was with her, the night would be over quickly, but if he helped himself out a little he knew his staying power would help him last through at least a few orgasms on her part before he came again. Really, it wasn't a hard decision. Well, something was hard, but it wasn't the decision.
He sat down at his desk chair and scanned through the icons on the screen, finding the folder he wanted before clicking on the icon. He typed in his password before the file opened up and offered him a new list of icons to choose from. Looking through the list, he picked the one he was in the mood for, jumping back up out of his chair and peeking his head out of the office once more to make sure Quinn was still upstairs before scrambling back over to his chair. He checked his watch, noting he had around fourteen minutes left until Quinn would be expecting him before he undid his belt and the button on his jeans and slid his zipper down, freeing himself from the confines of his pants.
He pressed the 'play' button on the monitor before leaning forward to watch. Instantly the screen lit up, offering him an expansive view of a huge bed with two people sprawled out across the sheets in the middle of the shot. The pair was moving in synch as the man thrust in and out of the woman on the bed, the duo writing and moaning as their limbs tangled together.
Puck took a satisfying few strokes as he watched the people on the screen, the man sitting up slightly and readjusting the angle of his thrusts, the woman below him responding with a deep, breathy moan, her fingernails raking down his arms before grasping at his ass, tugging him in deeper.
"Oh God, you feel so good," his own voice rang out from the video, a giant smile spreading across Puck's face as he watched himself on the screen. Call him egotistical, but he's got some pretty awesome moves if he did say so himself.
"Mmm, right there. Oh right there!" the female voice in the video answered, her response more of a moan than an actual statement. Puck continued to stroke himself as he watched, entranced by the movement on the screen.
"What the hell is that?" Quinn voice cut through the space from behind him, startling him as he quickly shoved himself back into his pants.
"Shit," Puck mumbled, freaking out a little as he tried to close the window, accidentally turning up the volume instead.
"Is that porn?" she asked, her voice laced with indignation and anger, "You would rather watch porn instead of coming upstairs to be with me? What happened to twenty minutes, huh?"
"Uh, um," he stammered, looking up at her like a deer in the headlights. She looked smoking hot standing there in his old football jersey, but the look on her face was sheer anger. He knew he was busted, but he still wasn't quite sure what to say to make this situation less bad than it already was. He tried to find some humor in it, attempting to give her a sheepish grin to try and soften her up before apologizing profusely.
Quinn, however, was not amused. She stormed over to the computer, wanting to know what her husband was choosing to watch instead of coming upstairs to be with her. She took in the scene in front of her, her eyes widening in horror as she realized what she was seeing.
"That's our bedroom," she whispered, her mouth falling open in shock as she watched the show on the screen.
Puck slapped his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes as he waited for her reaction.
Quinn continued to stare at the screen in horror as a feminine moan echoed through the speakers before Puck's head pops up on the screen, his face grinning as he thrust into the woman below him. She felt a knot form in her throat and she could barely breathe as she watched the husband she loved more than anyone in the entire world make love to some unknown woman on the screen.
She felt the hot stream of tears begin to fall down her face, a soft sob slipping past her lips as the realization hit her.
Puck had a sex-tape that he made in this very house.
But the part that made her feel absolutely sick to her stomach was the fact that neither Puck nor Quinn had ever made a sex tape together.
Quinn had gone silent and Puck had learned over the years that was never a good thing. But when he heard the muffled sob, he wasn't sure what to expect. Anger, yes. Resentment, yes. Disgust, yes. But hurt? He never really thought of that one. Slowly, he lowered his hands and opened his eyes, glancing back up at his wife.
The sight of her silently sobbing, her hands over her mouth as she stared at the screen, was almost more than he could take. He never would have expected this reaction and instantly he felt like the biggest douchebag on the planet.
"You have a sex tape?" she whispered, her voice barely audible as her gaze remained trained on the video that would no doubt haunt her dreams for years to come.
Puck shook his head in defeat, standing slowly and crossing the short distance between the two of them, "Q, look I –"
The rest of his sentence was cut off as her hand flew through the air, connecting hard against his left cheek. He clenched his jaw and brought his own hand up to his cheek to sooth the stinging flesh.
"I guess I deserved that."
"You asshole! YOU ASSHOLE! You filmed yourself and another woman in our bed?" she cried, "IN OUR HOME! IN OUR BED!"
Puck's eyes flew wide open as he stared at his wife in confusion, her whole body seeming to teeter on the precipice of sheer rage and absolute collapse. Sobs wracked through her entire body and all at once, his usually vivacious wife looked completely defeated and deflated.
Quinn didn't know her heart could ache this bad. She knew how it felt breaking up with him in high school, the pain seemingly unbearable at the time. But this? Nothing could have prepared her to feel like this. To feel like her whole world, the entire life they built together as a family, was crumbling down around her. Maybe this was how most of her clients felt, knowing their spouse had found something better out there.
"How could you? Nine years, Puck! Nine years we've been happily married and you go do something like this," she motions to the computer where the two figures continue to buck into each other hard, "You bring some whore back to our house and film you two in OUR BED?" The tears continued to fall as her worst fears and insecurities were finally realized, "You traded up, didn't you?"
Puck could barely move, wondering how the hell they got to this spot. He didn't know what to say. She had seen part of the video for herself, but he was so caught up in getting caught with the sex tape, that only then were her words finally sinking in. He shook his head again, trying to clear his mind and think of something to say while his wife continued to stare at him and sob.
"Wait, what?" he asked, his thoughts jumbled as he tried to process everything she just said, "Quinn, no. This is… I…"
"Puck, I know that you and I never made a sex tape together," she cried softly, refusing to meet his eye, "I just need to know… who is she?"
"Huh? No, Quinn, it's not what you think," he tried to reason with her, but her eyes flashed angrily and he knew that was probably the wrong thing to say. As usual.
"It's not what I think?" she challenged, her posture going rigid, "You're the one with the sex tape, but it's not what I think?"
She raised her hand again, so desperately wanting to slap him again when he caught her wrist in mid-air, pulling her body hard against his.
"Stop!" he commanded firmly in her ear as his strong arms entrapped her in his embrace, effectively ceasing all of her movements, "Stop trying to hit me."
"You fucking deserve it," she spat out, trying to wiggle away from him.
She made it about a half of a turn before his arms clamped around her tightly again, her back to his front as he held her in his vice-like grip. He walked them both backwards a few steps, sitting down and forcing her to sit on his lap as he scooted them closer to the computer.
"Just watch and listen," he commanded again, his hold on her never loosening as she continued to cry and squirm away.
She stared back at the screen, Puck's face popping back up on the screen from between the woman's legs before repositioning himself and commencing his thrusting again. The sight made her want to vomit, instead another sob escaping at the verification that this was not a mistake. This was definitely his sex tape and that was definitely their bedroom. She could even make out the family photo sitting near the camera's position, remembering that the photo was only about a year old and making her sob harder at the realization that this was a more recent tape.
She knew she had been working a lot lately and their intimacy as a couple had been rather stagnant, but she never would have fathomed this. She never would have fathomed he would seek comfort in the obviously willing arms of another woman instead. She thought they had a wonderful evening earlier and that maybe they could bring back some of the romance that had been lost after the baby, Quinn finally starting to feel attractive to him again.
But she was wrong, and the evidence was staring back at her on the flickering computer screen.
"I can't fucking believe this," she sobbed, her heart shattering as he forced her to sit there and continue to watch, "Please let go of me."
Instead of loosening his hold, Puck merely readjusted his arms and tightened his grip on her even more, leaning in and whispering in her ear, "Just listen."
On the screen, Puck shifted his hips again, the girl underneath him jerking involuntarily before letting out a high pitched moan and grasping at Puck's shoulders, "Mmm…Puck!"
Quinn scowled as she heard the woman speak, tears continuing to well in her eyes as she watched her husband thrust into the girl at breakneck speeds, their moans mixing together as they inched closer and closer toward their climaxes.
"Listen," Puck reminded her softly, his warm breath sending unwanted tingles down her spine at his nearness.
She was far too pissed off to have to put up with this, looking away and trying to focus on her anger and hurt, anything to take her mind off of what was going on in the video.
That was, until Puck's voice rang out through the speakers once more, his voice breathy but his words unmistakable.
"Oh God, Quinn! You feel so good."
Quinn's entire body stiffened as she snapped her head back at the screen, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at the two figures going at it on their bed. For a split second, she thought she might be hearing things and that she was just imagining that she heard him moan her name.
But that thought was quickly dispelled as soon as the couple in the video changed positions, the woman pushing Puck over and straddling him as she took over their movements. The woman threw her head back and moaned again, Quinn finally coming face to face with her on-screen nemesis…
Herself.
She let out a soft gasp and leaned forward in Puck's lap, his grip loosening as he let her move to get a better view, her eyes glued to the screen as she watched herself ride her husband in the video.
Noting the look of surprise on Quinn's face when she finally saw herself in the video, all of her babble earlier about another woman and such finally started to make sense to Puck. He thought that she would recognize herself immediately in the video when she had stormed over in the first place and that she may be pissed off that he had, in fact, made a sex tape of the two of them. He hadn't been expecting the emotional blow-up at her thought that he had cheated on her, but now the slap made a whole lot more sense.
He figured he should start explaining quickly before her now shocked and much more subdued demeanor turned back into anger again, hoping that now that she knew it was her all along and that he would never cheat on her, she may be a little more accepting of the situation.
He leaned forward and hugged her against him again. "You were right earlier when you said we never made a sex tape," he murmured into her ear, pausing and clearing his throat before finishing, "that you knew of, that is."
"What?" she asked, her voice confused as she continued to stare at the screen. Her on-screen figure began to buck wildly, grasping for Puck's hands before her body seemingly convulsed, a visible shudder wracking her body before it collapsed on top of her panting husband. "Oh…" she squeaked, the visual of herself hitting her climax sending a tingle of excitement straight to her core forcing her to clench her legs together a little tighter.
Puck felt her shiver slightly at the sight of their mutual on-screen orgasm, the small squeak she made confirmation that she wasn't completely unaffected by the video. They were hot together. Hence, the video. He had already somewhat dug himself a hole that night, so he figured he might as well go all-in in the slight chance she may get into it a little instead of flying into another rage.
He nuzzled into her neck a bit, his nose brushing the shell of her ear in the process. He felt Quinn shift slightly on his lap before she took a deep breath.
"Look Quinn, the first time it happened was a total accident but –"
"The first time?" she replied, whipping her head around to stare at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide in shock as she stared at him, "How many are there?"
He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry as she stared him down. This was the moment he'd been fearing when she finally found out, but after their earlier confrontation, this may not be so bad…or it could still end up terribly. Puck just had to hope for the former.
"A few," he replied sheepishly, holding her gaze.
"So, this wasn't the first?" she asked, her voice soft as she looked away, her hand coming to rest on top of his.
"No," he replied, leaning forward and clicking on another icon, kissing the crook of her neck softly and pulling her close again as they both refocused on the screen in front of them, "This was."
The video popped up, the camera shaky as it randomly began filming. "How the hell does this thing work?" they both heard Puck ask, his face coming into view as he fiddled with the camera. Quinn giggled a bit as Puck brought the lens close to his face, the camera almost pointing up his nose as he continued to fidget with the thing. All of a sudden, his head snaped up, the camera shaky again as its quickly set back on a surface, Puck in his Marine Corps dress uniform pants quickly taking a seat on the bed as Quinn walked into the frame wearing a skimpy white lace number.
She heard on-screen Puck audibly gasp before watching him rise from the bed and walk toward her own on-screen likeness, a look of awe on his face as he crossed the distance between them.
Quinn felt her own fingers start to tremble as she brought one hand up to cover her mouth, distinctly remembering that very hotel room and those same pieces of lingerie.
"You – you taped our wedding night?" she asked, mesmerized by what she was seeing.
He rested his chin on her shoulder and hugged her against him before replying, "I uh, I was messing around with the camera your mom got us as I waited for you to, uh, get more comfortable. I figured we may be able to snap a few sexy pics or something, but I heard you coming out of the bathroom and I thought I turned it off, but I guess I pressed record instead," he explained, softly kissing her shoulder, "I didn't know what happened until I was playing with it again the next day on the flight to our honeymoon. You were passed out and it was so hot to watch, I just couldn't erase it."
Quinn shifted again as she watched herself take control and help Puck out of his pants, straddling his lap as he admired her. He had brushed her hair aside, kissing down her collarbones as he slowly peeled the remaining pieces of lace away from her body.
Puck nuzzled her again, placing a kiss on the crook of her neck, "I remember that night like it was yesterday, how excited I was to see you naked but wanting to savor every moment of getting to fuck my new wife for the first time. I mean, we'd been together multiple times before that, but just getting to finally call you my wife and watching that ring on your finger as your hand slid down my arm…" he shivered as he recalled that night vividly in his own mind. "Not every day you get to relive your wedding night, you know."
Quinn's breathing hitched as she watched herself sink down onto her new husband, the two of them holding each other close as they rocked into each other slowly, creating their own leisurely rhythm. She felt the tingling in her loins amplify with every thrust on the screen forcing her to shift against him once again, squeezing her thighs together again to try and alleviate some of the pressure building at her core as she unconsciously began to run her fingernails up and down Puck's forearms.
Puck grinned against the crook of her neck, her incessant shifting and squirminess in his lap providing some much needed friction against the raging hard-on straining under the fabric of his jeans. He heard her breathing quicken and felt her thighs tighten again, but it was the nails on his forearms that were the dead giveaway that she was getting turned on by the video as well.
Those nails were like Quinn's very own excitement meter, the harder she dug them into his skin, the more turned on or closer to her climax she was. She probably didn't even realize that she was doing it but according to the light red marks they were already making as she traced up and down his arms, she was definitely feeling the heat.
The Puck and Quinn on-screen switched positions, Puck kissing down her body until his mouth covered her core, a guttural moan escaping Quinn's mouth as he held her still and pleasured her with his tongue.
Quinn shifted in his lap yet again, a small moan escaping her own throat as if she remembered the feeling of that very moment as well. Puck took that as his signal, slowly sliding his right hand down her stomach and gently teasing the insides of her thighs, his fingertips feathering the crease and playing with the hem of the jersey until Quinn relaxed into him, easing her legs open for his touch.
He continued to tease her, ghosting his fingertips slowly up and down her inner thigh, Quinn's muscles trembling lightly under his touch. As he drew closer to her heated core, her breathing picked up, Puck feeling her heart begin to beat faster as the anticipation of that initial contact set her body into overdrive.
Finally, after teasing her a few moments longer, Puck's fingers ventured up to the apex of her thighs, gently stroking her along her seam before dipping his fingers into her wet center.
Quinn gasped at the intrusion, her body relaxing back against his chest and her legs falling apart even further. Puck continued to tease her, running his fingers back and forth, sliding two fingers into her gently before running them back up and circling her clit. His left hand slid down from its place on her hip, gently pulling her left leg up and over his own leg. Quinn responded by bucking her hips up against his hand, her right leg readjusting to hang over his other leg, spreading her wide open to his welcomed touch.
He continued to fondle her as they watched the screen, his hand making its way up under his jersey to cup her breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling her nipple as he began suckling on her neck, kissing and licking his way across her shoulder up to her hot spot behind her ear.
Quinn moaned, her eyelids feeling heavy and her head lolling back onto his shoulder as she reveled in his touch, but she couldn't bear look away from the people on the screen. She watched herself buck and writhe under her husband's ministrations, Quinn's own body squirming as Puck continued to stroke her slowly, the tension in her abdomen building with every caress.
Puck nibbled on her earlobe, his own breath hitching as she continued to shift in his lap, squirming and struggling to keep her composure as he slid his fingers in and out of her, teasing and pinching her clit on every pass.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured in her ear, his eyes refocusing on the screen as he continued to touch her, "always so wet and responsive."
She whimpered as his hot breath tickled her neck, trying to draw in another deep breath and rocking her hips back against his, needing more friction than the teasing he was subjecting her to. Her hands slid down his forearm, her nails digging into the skin as she continued to rock up into his hand, mimicking the movement of her own image on the screen.
Puck was absolutely straining to keep control, his erection throbbing painfully as she continued to roll her hips back against him, his breath becoming labored as he watched her watch them on the screen. He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue before picking speeding up the tempo of his ministrations, putting more pressure against her clit. He knew where they were in the video as he had watched it a thousand times, and he waited rather impatiently for his wife's on-screen counterpart to hit her peak, wanting to see her reaction to watching herself come apart.
Quinn's legs began to tremble and her heart raced as she watched herself on the screen, a loud groan emerging from the speakers. "Puck," Quinn whimpered, turning her head against his as her own likeness moaned loudly, coming undone under her husband's mouth.
Puck could feel she was close, her legs shaking as he dipped two fingers into her folds, the hot, wet heat practically sucking him in. He heard her whimper as she watched herself come on the screen and knew he couldn't take any more.
He withdrew his fingers, Quinn groaning at the loss, before he leaned forward a bit, freeing himself from the confines of his pants once more and pulling her back against him. He wrapped an arm around her waist as his other hand grasped her thigh, lining himself up with her center before thrusting hard up into her, mimicking his own on-screen counterpart as he thrust into Quinn again. Both the Quinn on the screen and the Quinn in his lap gasped and Puck couldn't help but smile at the fact that he earned that same gasp every single time he entered her, a sense of pride washing over him knowing that he still had that effect on his wife.
He held her hips steady as he rocked up into her, Quinn shuttering as he thrust deeply inside of her. She didn't know what had come over her, but in between watching herself and her husband on the screen and feeling him here with her, touching her, kissing her and stroking her, had her a lot more hot and bothered than she had been in a long time.
"Ooh, you feel so good, baby," Puck husked as he nuzzled her neck, his warm breath sending tingles across her already hyper-sensitive skin, "You've had me so hard since we started dinner, I could barely handle it."
Puck thrust up into her hard to emphasize his point, Quinn gasping for air after he hit a particularly sensitive spot. He trailed his left hand up to tease her breasts again, rolling her already pebbled nipples until she squeaked, her nails digging into his arms as they continued to rock together.
Quinn felt almost light-headed from the pleasure, her eyelids fluttering shut as Puck continued to assault all of her senses.
"Babe, open your eyes and watch," he whispered into her ear, "It's almost at the best part."
She forced her eyes open once more, focusing on the screen in front of them. She felt Puck's hand drift from her hip down toward her lap, her body humming as he gently stroked her again.
"Right…about…here," he replied, pressing harder on her clit as her on-screen likeness shuttered hard before shoving Puck off of her and straddling him, sinking down onto him and reaching back to brace herself on his thighs. Even in her delirious state, Quinn noted the shudder that rippled through her husband's body at the change of angle on screen, his eyes bugging out as he held her hips while she rode him.
She was so enthralled by his ministrations and his leisurely thrusting, completely lost in the video, that his murmur in her ear startled her a bit causing her to jerk and throw off their rhythm, Puck bumping her deep inside again, her inner muscles clenching as she groaned.
"I love that move," he murmured, their cheeks pressed against one another as he continued to control their pace, "The one where you somehow harness superwoman strength and practically throw me off of you before straddling me and taking control. It's your signature move. So fucking hot."
Quinn's hips began to roll backwards into his, matching him thrust for thrust. She knew Puck had a mouth on him but she never thought she would be this affected by dirty talk…and porn, essentially. She watched herself ride her husband, the two of them groaning on the screen with every movement.
Quinn's nails had sunk into Puck's forearms even harder as he told her of his favorite move of hers, Puck realizing just how potent his words were on her. He grinned and gently bit into her neck.
"Just look at yourself. Just look at us. The way you move on top of me, the two of us completely in sync, completely lost in one another," he growled, feeling himself tighten as he neared his breaking point, "You can't deny how hot this is, watching us together. Watching you ride me, the perfect motion of your hips. And these," he murmured, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing lightly, "your perfect tits bouncing lightly every time I thrust into you. Fucking heaven."
Quinn moaned loudly, her whole body beginning to shake as she neared her own climax. She turned her head, searching for his lips and latching on, kissing him until they both desperately needed air. They pulled away panting and Puck picked up the pace, thrusting up into her faster as he sunk his nose into her hair and nibbled at the nape of her neck.
"Every time I watch one of these – just watching you takes my breath away. You're incredible," he explained breathlessly, "And I have no idea what the fuck you were talking about earlier when you asked if I was sleeping with someone else, if I had traded up." He began to pant harder, his body pulsing with the need for release but he wasn't ready just yet. He kissed her below her ear, swallowing hard before continuing, "Because honestly, there is nothing to trade up for when I'm already married to the top-of-the-line. I have the best of the best in my bed every night."
Quinn turned her head quickly to look at her husband, her eyes welling up with emotion as she saw the sincerity in his expression as he spoke. Puck leaned forward and captured her lips again, Quinn's arm looping up around his head and pulling him in closer, deepening the kiss. Their tongues tangled together, their pace frantic and heated as they both neared their climax.
Puck pulled away and sucked in a sharp breath, his heart hammering as he held her steady and pounded into her, nuzzling her neck once more. He glanced back at the screen and noted that it was almost time for the big finish, picking up his speed and circling her clit harder, wanting to finish at the same time as they did on the video.
Quinn keeled forward, steadying her hand on the desk as Puck continued his relentless assault, the new angle almost too much stimulation and a loud moan escaped her throat. Her eyes refocused on the images on the screen, her on-screen likeness shuddering and gasping, her breathing labored as her rhythm became more erratic.
Puck leaned into her, bracing her waist with his left hand and continuing his ministrations with his right, pulling her in tight.
"See how good we are together, Q? You're hot, I'm hot…we make hot babies," he murmured, chuckling at their inside joke, smiling when he saw Quinn crack a slight smile. He felt her internal muscles flutter and knew she was close, his own stomach knotting tightly as his climax crept up on him.
He glanced up at the screen, seeing that they were so close before leaning back in toward Quinn's ear.
"And you and me together, I could never….ever," he growled, punctuating every word with a hard thrust as he hammered into her, "EVER…want anything else!"
Quinn lurched forward as he slammed into her, each thrust hitting that spot deep inside. Her breath was ragged and each exhale came out as a whimper. She felt his lips on her shoulder as his grip around her waist tightened, both of them trembling hard, Quinn's nails sinking into Puck's arm actually drawing blood.
"Come for me, Quinn," he moaned, "Come with me."
Puck bucked up into Quinn as she gasped for breath, thrusting once, then again, and once more before her world shattered around him. Her entire body convulsed as she let out a scream, her muscles clamping hard around Puck as the orgasmic firestorm consumed her body. Puck followed shortly thereafter, the intensity of Quinn's grip on his member milking him as he released into her with a guttural groan.
Quinn's body continued to quake against Puck, watching the Quinn on screen hit her peak as well, a low cry leaving both her and Puck's mouths as they came together.
Her first orgasm had barely subsided before Puck's continued ministrations on her clit caused her to tumble again, her body shaking as Puck held her close, Quinn bracing herself against the desk as her vision went blurry and she lost all control over her body.
Puck pulled her back against him as he leaned back in the chair, gently grasping her legs and pulling her sideways on his lap, Quinn gasping as she felt him pulse inside of her again at the shift. She melted back against him, her whole body feeling like jello and she wasn't sure she could move a muscle even if she tried.
But she didn't really want to try anyway. She was perfectly content relaxing back into her husband's warm and comforting embrace.
"Holy shit," she sighed, trying to catch her breath.
Puck opened his eyes and pulled his head up from where it had lolled back against the chair, "You're telling me. I told ya you should give porn a try," he smirked, planting a kiss on her temple.
Quinn glanced back at the now black screen, the video having concluded a few moments earlier, "Did I seriously just see what I thought I saw?"
"Uhh," Puck thought about it for a second, his brain not completely functioning coherently at the moment, "I have no idea what you just asked, but yeah, you definitely just watched a video of us getting dirty on our wedding night."
Quinn rolled her eyes and shook her head, "So eloquently spoken."
"What?" he shrugged, "It's the truth!" He paused, looking down his chest at her and stroking her hair, "So, just curious, on a scale of one to Russell Fabray, how pissed are you?"
"One to Russell Fabray?" she snorted before letting out a hearty laugh, "You mean am I pissed enough to kick you out? The answer is no…but you are sitting at around a three right now. It would have been about a seven but since I can't really feel any bone in my body right now, I'm going to cut you some slack."
Puck chuckled, a wave of pride swelling over him that he screwed his wife well enough to make her practically forgive him for filming their intimate moments. But his bliss was short-lived.
Quinn cleared her throat and looked up at him, "So, my turn. How many are there? And be honest."
"Twelve maybe," he replied, glancing back up at the screen and quickly counting the icons under the menu, "Um, fourteen…give or take."
"Wow. Fourteen, huh? And never once did you think to ask me what I thought or tell me you wanted to do this?"
"I know, I fucked up," he sighed, running a hand up and down her arm, ruffling the sleeve of the jersey she wore, "But I'll be honest with you, I'm not going to apologize for something I'm not sorry for." He shifted around so he could look her in the eye, "Look, I know it was kinda pervy, but –"
"Kinda pervy? Puck, you filmed us having sex on multiple occasions without me knowing about it!"
"Ok, I'll give you that. So it was more than kinda pervy, but I'm not going to apologize because I'm not sorry they exist." Quinn's eyes narrowed and she looked like she was going to lay into him, so Puck quickly cut her off, "I mean, I'll apologize for not telling you, but I'm not sorry I made them. Quinn, you saw two of the tapes. You saw how hot they were and you can't sit here now and lie to me by saying you were completely unaffected by them. You liked them too and frankly, I wasn't just blowing smoke up your ass when I said it was the best kind of porn. It's not some fake girl or some jacked up douchebag, it was you and me, and reliving nights like our wedding night or parts of our honeymoon or a few anniversaries here and there…there's nothing like it. So no, I'm not really sorry they exist, if that's what you're looking for."
Puck thought she was going to rail on him after his tirade, but much to his surprise she simply smiled, "You taped our honeymoon too?"
"Yep, well parts of it. I was too busy taking pictures with the camera during your little "fashion show" you decided to put on that I didn't get a chance to flip it over to record."
"And some anniversaries?" she asked, waiting for Puck to nod, "So, what all have you filmed?"
Puck leaned forward and scrolled through the icons, listing them off as he went, "Well, we've got three anniversaries. Unfortunately I missed our first anniversary because someone surprised the hell out of me with what she had planned," he said, giving her a cheeky grin and kissing her quickly before continuing, "There are two nights of our honeymoon. Those are kinda marathon-long videos though, you wore me out, woman! Then we have our wedding night, a few random ones like the one that was playing when you first walked in tonight, handcuff night, my bir –"
"Wait, what?" she asked exasperatedly, pulling away and staring at him with wide eyes, "You filmed handcuff night?" When he grinned and waggled his eyebrows, she smacked him on the chest before continuing, "Which one?"
"The one where I got you back for your little throwback Bon Jovi-leather pants, handcuffs and ice performance a year or so ago."
Quinn blushed furiously at the memory, "You didn't!"
"Oh, I did," he grinned, remembering how much fun it had been to tease Quinn mercilessly that night until she practically begged for him. Yeah, he was a perv but what could he say? His wife was hot. "We'll have to watch that one later. I definitely give it two thumbs and my dick up. Quality cinema."
"Oh God, I'm not sure I want to see that one," she groaned, collapsing back against him.
"I like the jersey," Puck sighed and began to trace random patterns up and down her back. She snuggled into his chest, clutching his sides as he pulled her close, "So, does this mean you're not mad at me?"
"I can't stay mad at you for something I enjoyed too," she admitted, kissing his jaw, "I was surprised, to say the least, but not mad. It was actually," she paused, her blush deepening, "really quite a turn on. I never knew I was that…uninhibited when we were together."
"Oh, for years I have been telling you that you should see yourself the way I do when we bone, but you never believed me. Here's your proof that you're fucking amazing."
"You and your language, Mr. Puckerman! Geeze, can't you think of a better way to phrase some things?"
"Why? It gets the point across. Not all of us are edu-ma-cated attorneys like you, Mrs. Puckerman."
"Just shut up and kiss me before your mouth gets you into any more trouble."
"Would you spank me if I were in trouble?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Not likely, but it may also mean no sex for a while," she smirked, grabbing his shirt and pulling him toward her. Puck whined like a petulant child until his lips met Quinn's, their bodies melding together again as the heat between them started to simmer again.
As they broke apart, Quinn leaned her forehead against Puck's, licking her lips and savoring the lingering taste of him on her tongue, "Did you mean what you said? That you would never trade up?"
Puck sighed, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, "Is that what's been bothering you lately? That you thought I would want to 'trade up?'"
She looked down and bit her lip, "I wouldn't blame you if you did. I mean –"
"Quinn, look at me," he commanded softly, hooking a finger under her chin to look her in the eye, "You are my wife and I love you. I would never "trade up" or whatever and I wasn't lying when I said I already have the best there is…you! And like I promised you the day I married you, there will never be anyone else for me," he said, leaning in and kissing her softly, "and you're smart and sexy and funny. You and the kids are my whole world and I could never want anything else."
Quinn nodded and wiped her eyes, "You still think I'm sexy? Even after four kids?"
"If anything, you're sexier now than ever. You had four kids, Q. That's fucking impressive and frankly, it makes you even hotter," he replied, kissing her again, "Plus, you saw yourself in the videos. The one that was on before our wedding night was from like six or seven months ago, after you got the ok from the doctor to jump back in the sack with me and that one is pretty hot too. If we have to go through every video on here just to prove to you how sexy you really are, I am more than willing to go make some popcorn or whatever to fuel up for the impending sex marathon we'd have after you see how fucking amazing you really are...again."
Quinn smiled as she blushed again and bit her lower lip, her confidence in herself and her body returning after getting the affirmation she needed from her husband. All in all, despite not knowing about the existence of the videos until that night, she felt rather accomplished in the sex department now that she and Puck had their own personal collection of intimate home videos. It was a fun little secret the two of them now shared and she honestly couldn't wait to watch the rest and relive all of those memories with Puck.
Suddenly, it dawned on her. You were the one who wanted to feel sassy and be more adventurous! Here's your chance! she thought as she nibbled on her lip. She looked up and caught Puck's eye, licking her lips and allowing a small smirk to pull at the corners of her mouth.
She fingered the short hairs at the nape of his neck, drawing him in slowly and kissing his jaw. "Do we still have that camera somewhere?" she whispered.
"Yeah," Puck replied breathlessly, his eyes searching hers with excitement, hoping and praying this was going where he thought it may be going.
"Good," she smirked, her lips ghosting over his, "Bring it when you come upstairs. I'm directing tonight's shoot."
Puck's eyes widened as he leaned forward to capture her lips. But Quinn had other ideas as she pulled away and stood up from the chair, walking toward the office door and allowing her hips to sway back and forth seductively, allowing Puck a delicious view of the exposed flesh under the jersey. She paused at the door, looking over her shoulder at him and winking.
"And don't keep me waiting this time, Puckerman," she teased before exiting and climbing the stairs.
Puck grinned as he watched his wife retreat. He hastily stood and made his way toward the shelf where they kept the camera, tripping over the pants around his ankles and falling hard, only to snap back up equally as fast and tuck himself back in. He fastened the top button on his jeans and grabbed the camera, making sure there was plenty of battery life for the evening before running after his wife, taking the stairs two at a time.
"Just so you know, the shelf above our bed would give you the best view of your cleavage and my junk," he yelled as he barreled toward their bedroom, "Just sayin'."
A/N: Yeah, I went there…sorry if a little voyeurism isn't your cup of tea but I think it would totally be something Puck would do. And in the not so eloquent words of Puck, you know it's hot. So, the big question is what did you all think? Good, bad or just plain dumb?
So I know these updates have been coming fairly slowly and all, but with my other big story Be All That You Can Be winding down, I'll hopefully be able to update this one more frequently… the question is where to go next? I was thinking maybe an engagement or a wedding or a baby story or maybe something else entirely…What do you think? And feel free to PM me with ideas or questions if you don't want to put your opinion in a review! I would be glad to listen to what you think and maybe even throw out some spoilers .
Also, I was thinking about starting another story as well. It would be a Puck & Quinn story (obviously) interwoven with a Finn & Rachel plotline. Let me know if you would be interested in any more stories…I know I have a tendency to be long winded, repetitive and have long chapters and long waits on updates, but who knows, that could change soon…hopefully!