A/N: It has officially been over 5 months since I last updated this fic and I apologize to everyone who reads and enjoys this story as I am obviously terrible about updating in a timely matter. I absolutely love this story (it's my guilty pleasure story) and I do have other chapters outlined, but as you can see, each of these chapters tend to be super long and I want to put out a good chapter (or one that I'm happy with) instead of just throwing random stuff at you guys. But I haven't abandoned it! My chapters are just slow going! Big thank you to everyone who reads and subscribes to this fic, and a huge thank you to sux2budude, ciara, Quinn101, Rae, littleredwritinggleek, carcar234, QuickSapphire, olacindy, agronderwood, ladyjazz1, MsKylie93, QuickFan, Msjanelle32, marine04, Ellii51, miss agron, FF2Addict, cpfalmeida, andsoitis2, and readbetweenthesigns for your awesome reviews! Thank you for your patience and sticking with me. Title belongs to the band Muse…which is ironic considering it was somewhat my muse for this chapter…
I Belong To You
"Mmm, Q," Puck moaned as he shifted in bed, "So hot."
He rolled over once again, throwing an arm around Quinn and pulling her in tight, bucking his hips up into her, "You feel so good, babe."
"Oh, Puck," he heard her moan in response, her voice getting louder as she tried to jerk away from him. But he was too far into the zone to stop, his hips responding in tune. Her voice rang out once again, this time even stronger and angrier as he felt her body shift away from him, "Puck!"
His eyes fluttered open as he looked across the expanse of light green sheets at his fiancée, the flushed look of fury on her face immediately snapping him out of his sleepy state, his entire body going rigid as he waited for the inevitable hand-to-face contact he expected. Instead, she simply glared at him while she slid out from under the sheets on the far side of the bed and stormed off, locking herself in the bathroom with a huff.
He let out a giant sigh as he heard the shower start, Puck scratching his head momentarily before shrugging and deciding to take matters into his own hands…something he's envisioning Quinn doing in the shower at that very moment as well.
Although it was undeniable that they both loved each other more than anything and connected on pretty much every level possible, the two of them were very sexual beings, their physical chemistry undeniable once they were together. Don't get them wrong, they could usually control it. However, after their agreement (more like Quinn's request to stick to tradition) to abstain from all sexual contact for the month leading up to their wedding, it was difficult to simply be around one another without either trying to jump each other's bones or fighting over one of them (usually Puck) trying to deviate from the agreement and get into the other's pants.
Meanwhile, in the shower, Quinn let her head fall back against tile wall, angling the detachable shower head just right to bring her maximum pleasure. Her back arched against the shower wall as her whole body tensed momentarily then relaxed suddenly, Quinn biting her lip to refrain from crying out her release. She stood there panting for a while, allowing herself to calm down a bit before reattaching the shower head and going about washing her hair.
She smiled as she applied her lavender scented shampoo, her mind drifting to the hunky man in the next room that she was set to wed the following day. She knew he was dying from the lack of physical contact. This was the longest they had gone without sex, let alone physical contact other than a kiss and a hug here and there since they got back together at the end of her first year of college. Plus, he was spending a lot of extra time in the shower each morning…but she couldn't fault him for that, seeing as how she had definitely been feeling the burn as well, taking her own "alone time" whenever she could.
As she rinsed and proceeded to lather her hair with her conditioner she found herself grinning like an idiot, realizing that this very day was the last day before forever. A forever she would spend with her husband instead of a boyfriend or a fiancé. And truth be told, she couldn't wait for forever to begin.
The Night Before Forever
After a series of last minute errands to finalize all of the small details for the ceremony and the reception, Puck and Quinn's friends and family all gathered at Steve's rather large bachelor pad near the golf course for their rehearsal dinner. They all practiced how the wedding processional would go and rehearsed bits and pieces of the ceremony, Puck trying to get Quinn to laugh by making faces or cracking jokes while Quinn wanted to smack him for his "little boy antics."
Once the rehearsal was over, the entire group congregated in Steve's massive home for drinks and dinner, everyone enjoying the cocktails and finger food during the cocktail hour while mingling with the other guests. It seemed as though everyone was having a great time, the open bar on the patio spilling out into the neatly manicured lawn on the 16th hole of the golf course.
Everything was going wonderfully and everyone was having a great time…except for the fact that, with the exception of the rehearsal itself and a few obligatory photos here and there, it seemed as though Quinn had been avoiding Puck the entire night thus far. In fact, it seemed like she had been avoiding him from the time they woke up that morning, finding excuses and last minute errands to run, and that really perturbed Puck. They were supposed to be getting married the following afternoon and for the life of him, he couldn't think of anything he said or did to set her off like this literally the day before they were set to say 'I Do.'
He continued to watch her like a hawk as she mingled around the party, smiling and giggling every once in a while before politely moving on to the next group of family members and friends. Puck attempted to make conversation with a few of his military buddies and some of Steve's friends (of whom he was trying to be very polite and kind to as they had some serious cash…and hence would give some pretty awesome wedding gifts), but he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of his soon-to-be wife. Some of the other guys razzed him a bit for being mooney-eyed over his girl, but he didn't care. It was true…but at the same time, he really wanted to know what was going on with her and why she had so carefully avoided him all day.
After watching her excuse herself from a conversation she was having with their mothers, he couldn't help but excuse himself as well and follow her into the house, keeping a safe distance behind her as she climbed the stairs and made her way into the bathroom. He decided to do the gentlemanly thing and wait outside instead of barging in on her.
However, as soon as she walked out of the bathroom, he couldn't help himself. He jumped out and grabbed her, scaring her half to death before pulling her in for a hard kiss, the two of them stumbling back into the bathroom, Puck kicking the door closed behind them.
He continued to kiss her hard, his fingers tangled in her hair and her hands clutching the front of his shirt as he backed her into the vanity before remembering why he originally followed her. He pulled away abruptly, looking down at her as he thought about how he was going to confront her regarding her behavior that day. However, Quinn would have none of that, yanking the lapel of his jacket back down to her level and kissing him hard once more.
"Quinn," he mumbled in between kisses, "Quinn, stop. Stop for a second, babe."
"What?" she asked, a little breathless as she pulled away, still clutching his lapel, "What's wrong."
She leaned back up to kiss him once more, Puck savoring the feel of her lips on his for a few more moments before, once again, remembering what he wanted to say, "Q, seriously stop. There's something important I need to talk to you about."
"Why?" she replied, finally pulling away and looking up into his eyes. The serious and preoccupied look he had in his eye began to make Quinn nervous though, causing her to take a few steps back and brace herself against the countertop, "Wait, you're not…. Are you…. You're not having second thoughts about this, are you?"
"What? Huh?" he replied glancing around the bathroom.
"Cold feet. Are you getting cold feet?" she asked, terrified to hear his answer. As she watched him stare back at her with that sheepish expression he wore, she began to fear for the worst, "You are having cold feet, aren't you?"
Puck, on the other hand, couldn't figure out where the hell this was all coming from. It absolutely confounded him that she could go from being so cold and closed off to him this morning to practically mauling him in the bathroom a few minutes ago to now, coming up with crazy notions that he was getting cold feet. "Babe, I'll be honest, this whole production this wedding has turned into is freaking me out a little. But –"
"Oh God, I knew it!" she exclaimed, her face contorted in horror as she covered her mouth with her hand. "You are getting cold feet! Puck, it's the day before our wedding! Please tell me you're not going to leave me at the altar!?"
"What? No babe, that's not it at all! I didn't mean it that way," he sighed, shaking his head before making his way toward his fiancée, grasping her hand and pulling it away from her mouth, "I didn't mean it like that. I can't wait to marry you and spend the rest of our lives loving you. I guess I just meant that you and I had originally talked about a smaller wedding with just a few friends and family members there. Ever since our mothers got in on the planning, this thing has exploded to epic proportions. I mean, four-hundred people? Honestly? I don't even know four-hundred people, let alone want them to be there for our wedding. If it were up to me, I'd book us a flight to Vegas and get married by an Elvis impersonator. Even that would be less of a spectacle than this is turning into."
Quinn simply smiled back at her husband-to-be, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly, "I know, and believe me I'm not super thrilled about the amount of people our mothers managed to invite. On the plus side, it's Russell's money my mom is using so we're not paying for any of it and we'll hopefully get lots of cool stuff."
"Wow Fabray, that sounds kinda shallow."
"It is," she giggled, before turning more serious, "And let's face it, our moms planned the whole thing by working with one another to create a magical day for us. They did it all out of love and they want us to start our lives together on a great note. They're happy doing this for us and while it's not the intimate ceremony we were thinking of, they did this for us and we owe it to them to have a great time. Plus, they've become such great friends over the past few months and honestly, who can say their in-laws get along fabulously with one another?"
"The Berry's and the Hudson's."
"Yeah, well besides them?"
"Good point."
Puck leaned down and kissed his future wife once more, Quinn being the one to pull back this time.
"Hold up, if you weren't having cold feet, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Huh?" Puck replied, still somewhat dazed from the intensity of their short yet passionate kiss.
"Earlier, before I asked you if you were having second thoughts, you said you wanted to talk to me about something," Quinn replied, smoothing down his shirt collar.
"Oh right," he remembered, his mind finally returning to where it had been when he first barged into the bathroom, "I was going to ask what was wrong today but after the last few minutes, I am beyond confused as to what the hell is going on with you."
Quinn pulled further away, releasing her arms from around his neck and pushing away from him, his own hands dropping away from her hips. A bit taken back and exasperated by the insinuation, Quinn stared at him like he grew a second head or something, "What the hell is going on with me? Excuse me? I have no idea what you're talking about so please Puckerman, do enlighten me."
Given the venomous tone of her voice and the daggers she was glaring at him, Puck knew that was definitely the wrong thing to say…and he had also known Quinn for long enough to know that if he didn't think of something quick to save his ass, he'd end up digging himself a hole so deep that he may end up starting their marriage already in the doghouse.
He took a step closer to her and reached out to cup her cheek while his other hand found the perfect spot around her hip, offering her a soft smile before brushing a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, his voice soft as he spoke, "Baby, I love you and you know that. I guess I was just a little confused as to why you practically flew out of bed this morning and completely avoided me for most of the day only to make out with me hard core in the bathroom just now," he replied, looking around their surroundings, "Not that I'm complaining or anything. I just – I didn't know if I said or did anything to set you off like that this morning."
Quinn sighed and nestled in closer to him, turning her head slightly to kiss his palm before looking back up at him and smiling, "No, you didn't do anything wrong." She sighed and looked away quickly, her cheeks turning pink, "If anything, it was me."
Puck loved it when she blushed, especially if he was the cause. However, this time, he wasn't so sure what he had said or done to create that rosy hue.
He quirked his eyebrow in confusion, not quite understanding what she was trying to say, so Quinn decided to elaborate a bit, clearing her throat and looking everywhere except at him, embarrassed to admit the real reason she had steered clear of her fiancé as best as she could.
"Being around you is – a temptation. It always has been, which is why I feel like I have the sex life of a harlot when you're home, but uh – lately, it's been a struggle to say the least," she sputtered, turning even more pink at the thought of what she was about to admit, "And while I think that the celibacy pact we took for the past month leading up to our wedding was a good thing, it's still been really hard for me not to, um – you know – not to want to break that pact, if you know what I mean. Especially when you wake up next to what I – ahem — woke up next to this morning."
Puck couldn't help but grin down at his soon-to-be wife, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her in tight against her, close enough for her to feel the obvious bulge in his pants, a soft gasp leaving her throat as he rocked up into her once, just for good measure.
"Are you saying you've missed the Puckerman family jewels these past few weeks?" he teased, grinning at how red she was turning at his insinuation. "I know you have," he replied, leaning in closer and nibbling on her earlobe before whispering in her ear, his warm breath tickling her neck and setting her skin ablaze with need, "And honestly, I think it's pretty obvious how much I've missed I've missed you this past month."
Puck could feel Quinn's hands clench against his back, her fingers latching onto his suit jacket and digging into his back as his own hands roamed her backside, one hand finding the bare skin below her shoulders while his other roamed lower and cupped her rear end, pulling her hips in tighter against his own. Her hips jerked against his and he knew she was feeling the burn too. He grinned against her neck before continuing to kiss and nip his way up and down, making sure to gently suckle her sweet spot just below her ear.
"So tell the truth Q, how much have you missed me?"
"We live together," she grinned, biting her lip and giving Puck the coy look she knew drove him wild, "I see you every day."
"You know what I mean," Puck murmured, grinding his hips up into hers for emphasis.
"You know I've missed you too," she conceded, kissing him hard before moaning lightly as he trailed his lips down her neck.
"How much?"
"A lot."
"Be more specific," he growled, nipping her earlobe hard enough to earn a throaty gasp, "How much have you missed me, Quinn?"
"Fuck you," she replied, clawing at his back, "I've missed you so fucking much and you know it. I can barely stand being around you without wanting to jump you and I can't even wake up next to you without wanting to straddle you. There, I said it. Happy?"
"Extremely. And those pretty lips of yours uttering such dirty words… I love it," he replied, his lips finding hers as he backed her into the vanity and stepped between her legs, his hands finding the back of her thighs before he hoisted her onto the counter top and pulled her flush against him, "I could think of so many other things those lips could be doing too and just that thought alone gets me all sorts of hot."
"Perv."
"Yeah, well you love it. After all, you agreed to marry this perv," he grinned, kissing her hard again as he began to run his hands up her bare thighs, "So tell me, while you were missing Puck Jr. and the boys this last month, did you help yourself out at all?"
While Quinn wanted to roll her eyes and laugh at the many names Puck had come up with for his manhood, she was far too turned on to even really fight back. It had been a long month without him and she was starting to think he really did have a point about going crazy if they didn't have sex often enough.
"Help myself out?" she teased, nipping at his earlobe, "I'm not sure what you're talking about."
"Fuck you, Fabray," he joked, "You're killing me! Just tell me the truth!"
"Fuck me? Oh no sweetheart, we haven't done that in a month," she replied, watching his body go rigid and smiling at the death glare he gave her as she finally produced a better comeback than he had, something that always set him off (or turned him on even more) when they argued, "As as for the helping myself out, all I'm going to say is thank you to the inventors of massaging shower heads and the Pocket Rocket vibrator because I probably would have gone crazy this past month."
"So you got yourself off without me these past few weeks?" he asked, waiting until she shook her head in confirmation before continuing, "I don't know if I should be pissed that I wasn't the one to do that to you or impressed and extremely turned on that you were playing with yourself when I couldn't."
"If I were you, I'd pick the latter of those two options," she murmured, connecting their lips once more as she slid against him, bumping his erection with her center once more, "Now you tell me, did you miss me?"
"Is that even a question?" he asked, grabbing one of her hands and placing it against his groin, "Like I said, it's pretty obvious that I did."
"Be. More. Specific," she replied, pecking each corner of his lips before planting one square in the middle, tugging at the short hairs on his neck.
He teased her with a light kiss before pulling back, letting his hands trail up under the hem of her dress. "Well, for starters, I've missed the look in your eyes that tells me when you're turned on," he murmured, continuing to place small kisses against her neck and throat as he made his way down her neck toward her collarbone. "I've missed the taste of your skin and the way your lips feel against my skin."
She groaned as his fingers slipped higher up her thigh, Quinn's head lulling back against the mirror as he continued to kiss down her neck, stopping to nip at each sensitive spot on the way down.
"Oh, and I've missed those moans you make when you like something I'm doing, each little groan turning me on more and more," he murmured against her skin, raising one of his hands off of her thigh before trailing it up her side and grazing his thumb over her nipple, "I've missed all of the soft, gentle slopes and the feeling of your muscles bunching up every time I hit a sensitive spot while I'm buried inside of you." Quinn let out a gasp as her hips bucked toward his, his hand finally reaching the promised land under her dress before sliding it around to cup her behind as he drew her closer to him. "I've missed your sweet ass and your perfect boobs."
"Always such a charmer," Quinn teased, only to groan as he nipped her collarbone and began a very slow descent down her breast.
"I've charmed you out of your panties doing far less," he corrected, smiling up at her from his position against her chest, "Plus, I've missed you too much to stop now."
"Please, don't stop," she moaned, feeling his tongue push the lace of both her dress and her bra aside to taste her nipple.
"Mmm, so sweet," he groaned, pulling back and kissing across the valley of her breasts, "I've missed running my tongue up and down your body, tasting every inch of your skin. And I've missed these long, lean legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me in, almost begging me for more." He dropped his hand from her side, grasping her thigh and wrapping it around his waist as he felt her other leg follow suit, his hands resuming their journey up her thighs until they met the hem of her panties. He stroked her through the lace, smiling against her lips as she moaned at the contact.
"I've missed your tight, wet heat and how you're always ready for me," he smirked, slipping his fingers past the elastic on her panties as he teased her slick folds. Quinn's face flashed in surprise at the intrusion but she was feeling far too turned on to stop him, instead grasping at his belt and unbuckling it as she tried to undo his pants. She continued to stroke him through his pants, Puck groaning against her lips as he slipped two fingers inside of her. "Oh God, I've missed this. I've missed how you fit me like a glove and how you dig your fingernails into my back and moan my name, the look on your face is priceless when you come," he panted, Quinn's ministrations riling him up after a month of being deprived of his fiancé's touch.
Quinn's hips bucked involuntarily against his fingers, her hands going to work unbuttoning his slacks, "We shouldn't do this… too close to the wedding and we've already made it this far," she murmured, her voice breathless as she kissed him once again, "What's one more day?"
"I'm not sure I can survive until tomorrow."
"Me either," she sighed, allowing Puck a wider berth between her legs, "But be careful not to leave any marks."
"No love bites?"
"They'd look terrible in the pictures," she replied, "So don't get any ideas, Puckerman."
"I'll be careful," he grinned, pulling her close and kissing her hard as he continued to stroke her.
However, before they could go any further, the bathroom door swung wide open revealing a frazzled looking Rachel and a smirking Santana.
"Told ya," the Latina grinned, puckering her lips in a smug fashion as she glanced back at the tiny brunette next to her.
"We're busy," Puck groaned, his head dropping to Quinn's shoulder, "Give us a minute."
"Nah, I don't think so," Rachel replied, "Quinn, you told me to keep you away from him until after the wedding because you didn't trust yourself around him. Now I see why," she snorted, glaring at the couple.
Quinn took that as her cue, gently shoving Puck away before hopping off of the counter top and readjusting her dress quickly, keeping her eyes away from her two friends standing in the doorway. Rachel grabbed her hand and began to pull her out of the bathroom, quickly dropping it once she overheard Santana's "do you know where that hand has been, Rach?" and instead ushering Quinn away from the scene with a strategically placed hand to the lower back.
"You couldn't wait for one more day, could you?" Santana asked, smirking back up at Puck as he fixed his own pants, the duo watching the two girls retreat back down the stairs.
"Hey, what can I say? My fiancée is hot," Puck replied, smiling back at Quinn as she glanced at him over her shoulder, "Admit it San, even you think so."
"I won't argue with you on that, Fuckerman. Been there, done that, and I have first-hand knowledge that your future wife is a fox," she winked, "But I just hope this last month of celibacy was worth it. Try not to blow your wad too early when you see what she's planning on wearing under her dress tomorrow."
Puck glanced over at his friend's smirk before turning his attention back toward the stairs his future wife had just disappeared down, gulping hard as he realized what Santana was telling him. She had gone shopping with Quinn for her wedding night and honeymoon attire, after all.
"Oh holy shit."
"Yeah, it's fucking hot. It definitely has my seal of approval," Santana replied, patting him on the back, "Well, now that you have that mental image, we should probably be heading back down to the party," she teased, watching Puck squirm at the thought of heading back down to face all of those people with thoughts of what he'd get to see his wife in (or out of) after the ceremony the following day. "We still have dinner and the toasts."
Puck readjusted his belt, clenching his jaw as he tried to think of anything but Quinn naked, Santana's comment making it difficult to keep his hormones in check.
"But go ahead and take your time – you know – collecting yourself and we'll see you downstairs," she cackled, leaving him standing on the landing above the stairs, cursing her under his breath as he tried to get Puck Jr. back in check.
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After a delicious dinner catered by one of Lima's finest restaurants, many of their family members and friends took a moment to toast (or roast in Santana's case) the couple, everyone sharing a good laugh or two in the process. The couple took a moment to thank all of their friends and family, each of their mothers shedding a few tears as they specifically took the time to thank them for their love, support and sacrifices over the years before dessert was brought out and the party gradually began to disband.
Many people approached the couple to wish them well before bidding them good night, Puck and Quinn finally getting a few moments to themselves toward the end of the evening. They took a quiet moment out on the porch, Puck kissing her softly before brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I'm not sure I like the whole idea of not staying with you tonight," Puck sighed, "I don't sleep well when you're not next to me."
"I know, but it's just one night," Quinn murmured, wrapping her arms around his back and snuggling into his chest, "Just promise me you'll make good choices while you're out with the boys tonight."
"Me? You make good choices with those girls!" he joked, "I know how Santana, Brit and Mercedes roll when they all get together."
Quinn giggled, the sound melodic to Puck's ears as he held her closer, "Well, I'm not sure how crazy I'll get with a girls mani-pedi and movie night but you and the boys headed to a bar make me nervous."
"Q, we're just hanging out at Steve's personal bar in the basement. It's not like we're gonna be recreating the bachelor party from The Hangover."
"Just don't get too drunk. I want you to look extra handsome in our pictures tomorrow and you and hung over never goes well together."
"Babe, I always look good," he replied, smiling, "But I promise nothing too crazy; probably a few beers and a little Call of Duty."
Quinn smiled and pulled back a bit, kissing him softly, "I love you."
"And I love you," he murmured against her lips, "And I can't wait to marry you tomorrow."
A slight rap on the window signaled their time together was coming to an end for the night, Mercedes and Tina waving at Quinn for them to get going back over to Quinn's house for the remainder of the evening. Quinn released Puck from her embrace before stealing one last kiss as boyfriend and girlfriend, for the next time their lips would meet, it would be after they were pronounced husband and wife.
"Look for me at the altar," she grinned, backing away from where Puck stood, "I'll be the one in white."
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The girls spent the night drinking wine and watching movies, each taking turns painting one another's nails as they chatted about their own personal relationships, musing over how they all thought it was rather humorous how everything wound up coming full circle for all of them. Rachel had ended up marrying Finn and Tina and Mike found their way back to one another, the two of them set to marry in a few months in the fall. Kurt and Blaine had tied the knot in a ceremony in Maine while Santana and Brit were perfectly content remaining engaged for the time being. And despite the distance, Mercedes and Sam had given it another go, but after they split amicably yet again, Mercedes ended up getting back together with Shane while Sam ended up hooking up with Marley recently after they both ran into one another at the grocery store during a visit home a few months back.
The jokes, stories and laughs continued late into the night, the girls showering Quinn with all sorts of racy lingerie and fun toys, the girls rolling into a fit of laughter at how furiously Quinn blushed once she found the set of fuzzy handcuffs Rachel gifted her friend. Brittany then launched into a demonstration on ideas as to how to use said handcuffs with Puck, the girls laughing and giggling even more as they all added their own insights from their personal sex lives, the night turning into a hilarious gossip session fit for a Cosmo sex column.
However, on the other side of town, the boys had their own idea of what Puck's last night as a single man should entail. They had settled into Steve's decked out "man cave," the boys all spreading out in the luxe space. The bar had been fully stocked, the retro arcade games were practically calling Artie's name from the moment he wheeled into the room, and the massive TV had already been set up for the impending Call of Duty showdown a few of the guys had already begun to partake in.
They all had been having a great time drinking, throwing darts and playing their video games when Puck reluctantly handed over the controller to go grab himself another beer, running into the somber-looking Jake Puckerman on his way to the bar. Puck had noticed he had been moping the entire time he and Quinn had been back for the wedding and had tried to put on a happy face at the rehearsal dinner but as soon as the festivities were over, he had gone back to his broody self and Puck was starting to worry a bit.
"What's up, my brother from another mother?" Puck asked, grabbing himself another beer from the fridge and popping the top.
"Not much man," Jake replied, taking another sip of his beer, "Just enjoying the free booze."
"Well, I'll tell you the same thing Q told me. Don't get too trashed tonight cuz you'll look like shit in the pictures if you're hung over."
"Quinn told you that?" Jake chuckled, "So whipped."
"Oh, I won't deny that," Puck replied, smiling back at his little brother, "I am marrying her, after all. She tamed the wild Puckasaurus. And given the sweet, sweet lovin' I get from her when I'm a good boy, I definitely don't mind it one bit."
Jake got a good laugh at that one, the younger Puckerman still slightly terrified of Puck's soon-to-be wife. Sure, Jake and Quinn got along just fine, but the feisty blonde had always been a little intimidating to Jake from the first time he had met her all those years ago. However, the good natured smile dropped off of Jake's face as soon as Sam walked by to grab another beer, the blonde boy ribbing Puck about his poor Call of Duty scores before returning to his game.
Having noticed the shift in his brother's mood, Puck decided to wait until Sam had settled himself back into one of the leather chairs and started playing the game once more before speaking up.
"So, wanna tell me what's really going on?"
Jake sighed and turned his focus back to his beer bottle, scratching the label off of the front in the process, "I guess I just don't get it."
"Get what?" Puck asked, rolling his eyes, "I'm not a mind reader so you're gonna have to just spit it out."
"Ok, well, you've fucked up with Quinn in the past, right?"
Puck simply laughed before taking another drink, "Is that even a question? I've fucked up plenty of times. Why?"
"How did you get her back?" the younger Puckerman asked, "I mean, I know you both broke up a few times and there was a period of time when you were out in California with the Marines when you didn't even talk, so how did you get her back?"
Puck thought about it for a minute before answering, "I made the first move…literally. She had sent me letters and such while I was in basic and everything but I never saw any of them until I finished boot camp, and by that time, she had a new boyfriend. So, after talking to Santana a bit, I decided to put in for a transfer to the east coast up at a Naval base in Connecticut and literally moved to be with her. It was kind of a good thing she took me back too. It kinda would have sucked if she hadn't."
"How did you know that was the right thing to do though?"
"I didn't, but I had a feeling in my gut that if I didn't at least go for it and give it one more shot with her, I'd regret it forever. I missed her and I didn't want to sit there and wonder 'what if' for the rest of my life," her replied, shrugging before examining his brother more closely, "Would this have to do anything with Marley?"
Jake simply nodded and continued to focus on peeling the label from his beer bottle, "Maybe."
"Well, that would explain the daggers you've been glaring at Sam all night, since he brought her as a date to the wedding."
"How did you know Quinn was the one?" Jake asked, ignoring his brother's knowing stare, "I mean, wasn't Quinn dating someone else when you two got back together. How did you know she was worth fighting for?"
"Because It made me sick thinking about her with someone else," Puck replied, taking another swig of his beer, "We had something special back in high school and we've always had a connection and always will with Beth, but after being on my own for a while and banging random hot chicks, living the life like I thought I would want to, it kind of sucked and got old quick. Being with all of those women wasn't nearly as satisfying as simply hanging out with Quinn is or hell, even listening to her bitch at me for whatever reason. And banging all of those chicks definitely wasn't nearly as satisfying as hearing Quinn moan my name when I'm with her. I would rather spend the rest of my life putting up with her special kind of crazy than I would with anyone else and that's when I knew she was the one."
Puck smiled fondly at the thought, "I actually knew it from the time we were in high school, especially after Beth was born. Even though we were only 16 at the time and I thought nobody would ever be able to tie me down, but after Beth was born, watching Quinn go through all of that and staring at our daughter afterwards, all I could think about was how much I wanted to make a family with her someday. It wasn't just because we had a kid, but because it just felt right and it would be a life and a family with her. After that, it was just a waiting game and I just had to bide my time until she came around again."
"And you're not even slightly weirded-out by the fact that you're only 23 and you're getting married?" Jake asked, "You're still young."
"Finn and Rachel got married when they turned 21. So what?"
"I'm just saying you've got a long life ahead of you and you're willing to settle now for Quinn."
"First of all, I'm most certainly not 'settling' for Quinn. If anything, she's 'settling' for me. She's the best damn thing that's ever happened to me and even though we've been together for a long time now, I'm still learning new things about her and she still manages to surprise me on a daily basis. She keeps me on my toes and I like it," Puck replied defensively, attempting to calm himself when he saw the shock in Jake's eyes at his slight outburst, "And second, I'm a United States Marine, and realistically, based on my job, I don't know what the future will bring or how long I'll have to be with her. But that's not why I wanna marry her. God willing, I hope I have a long life ahead of me and I'm excited to spend it with Quinn. Answer me this, when you saw Marley with Sam earlier tonight, was it just jealousy that you were feeling or was it like someone was twisting a knife in your gut? Do you think about her all of the time or only when you see her? Do you feel anxious when you know you may see her again or become depressed when you see something of hers or hear a song that reminds you of her when she's not around? Because that's how I felt when Quinn and I were broken up for those three years between sophomore year and her freshman year in college. It was fucking miserable being without her and she makes me happy when I am with her so for me, it was a no brainer. You've just gotta figure out if Marley is worth it, and if she is, fight for her and show her you're serious about giving it another shot."
"Interesting advice coming from the guy who once told me to play it cool and let her come to me."
"Dude, I was an idiot back then. How was that not obvious? Forget what I said back then and do as I say now," Puck explained, "If she's worth it, show her she's worth it or someone else is going to and you're going to lose her for good. Playing it cool is what'll lose you the girl, but if you man up, grow a pair and take the initiative to tell her how you feel and let her know you're going to fight for her, I think you'll be surprised," he paused, scratching his head as a thought popped into his mind, "Well, that is, as long as you didn't fuck up too badly and like, sleep with her best friend or something."
"Wow, that was pretty deep, even for you, then you had to ruin it with that last comment," Jake replied, rolling his eyes, "And for your information, no, I didn't sleep with one of her friends. She's the only person I've been with in a long time. It's just, the distance was just getting to me and we were arguing a lot and I stupidly thought a break was a good option. She took that as a break up and here we are five months later."
"Well, then get off of your ass and do something about it," Puck encouraged, "Except, do me a favor and wait until after the ceremony. Quinn would kick my ass for encouraging more potential drama than necessary."
"Yeah, maybe I'll give it a shot at the reception," Jake agreed, smiling genuinely for the first time all night, "Thanks man, I owe ya."
"That's what brothers are for," Puck grinned, handing Jake another beer, "Plus, I'm pretty sure I've fucked up enough times to supply plenty of free advice for a lifetime."
The two boys switched the topic shortly thereafter, taking the time to catch up and joke around as the bachelor party continued into the wee hours of the night.
I Do…Do You?
Despite the long night Quinn and the rest of her bridesmaids had the night before, Quinn was up and around rather early the next day, her body and mind buzzing with excitement at the fact that today was her wedding day! By the end of the night, she would no longer be Ms. Quinn Fabray, but would instead proudly become Mrs. Quinn Puckerman.
She took a little bit of time to herself that morning, sneaking out of the Berry's house to enjoy an early morning run on her own, knowing the rest of the day would be full of people and stress. By the time she returned and indulged in a nice, long shower, the rest of the girls were awake and ready to get this show on the road. They all munched on the various breakfast goodies Judy had arranged while they each took turns doing one another's makeup. The hair stylists arrived shortly thereafter, helping the girls primp even more before it was time to put their dresses on and head toward the wedding venue.
If she were being honest, Quinn was a tad nervous yet oddly relaxed. She knew it was her wedding day and it should be rather stressful, what with all of the hustle and bustle of the morning coupled with a few last minute crisis-aversion moves on behalf of Judy Fabray. However, she preferred to take a step back and simply enjoy it, hoping and praying that everything would go as planned instead; yet if it didn't, there was nothing she could do about it now.
At this point, after years of dating and a year-long engagement, she could care less where she got married or how fancy the ceremony was. As long as Puck was her husband by the end of the night, she could care less.
Puck, on the other hand, was freaking out a little bit. As soon as he and the guys woke up the next morning, it finally hit him like a ton of bricks. It was his wedding day! He figured he could calm some of his nerves if took a quick jog around the golf course. However, when that didn't work and he was still jittery all through breakfast, Mike mixed him up a strong cup of Irish Coffee going a little heavy-handed on the Jameson and Baileys.
The rest of the morning was spent lounging by the pool before the guys had to start getting ready, all of the guys piling into the SUVs that were waiting for them before setting out toward the wedding venue. However, once they arrived and Puck had a chance to walk around a bit and take it all in, he started freaking out again. He paced around the room the groomsmen were assigned, his hands buried in his pockets as he tried to take deep breaths to calm himself.
Don't get him wrong, it's not like he was having second thoughts or anything. Quite the contrary, in fact. He had always had an ego and played it up like he was the unflappable badass, but he couldn't help but worry. What if he wasn't good enough for Quinn? What if she deserved better? He would never be able to afford the lifestyle her parents provided for her, and while he swore he would try his best, what if his best wasn't good enough?
"Dude, you need to calm down," Finn explained, trying to get him to stop pacing around room, "You look like you're about ready to get sick or pass out."
"I can't help it," he replied, stopping in front of his friend, "What if I fuck this all up?"
"The wedding? Just go with the flow and have fun," Finn replied, "It's supposed to be the happiest day of your life so just chill out and enjoy."
"No, not the damn wedding," Puck rolled his eyes, "What if I fuck this up for Quinn? What if I end up fucking up her life or holding her back in some way? Maybe she deserves better."
"Now you're just talking nonsense. She's been impatiently waiting for you to marry her for years so stop freaking out."
"It's not that fucking easy," Puck spat before he got an idea.
"Don't make me smack you out of this," Finn threatened, raising his eyebrow in challenge at his friend.
"You wouldn't, you pussy," Puck countered, scowling back at Finn.
Before either one of them knew what was coming, a hand flew across the space between them and connected with Puck's cheek, the slap echoing throughout the room. Puck blanched at the contact before whipping his head in the direction of which the slap originated, grimacing in anger as he saw the smug grin on his younger brother's face.
"What the fuck, man? What the hell was that for?"
"You needed someone to smack some sense into you and I knew Frankenteen here would never do it." Jake asked, grinning as he took another sip of his bourbon and coke, "Plus, you were really starting to sound like a little bitch."
Puck straightened his posture and attempted to look intimidating, not a hard feat to accomplish when he was all decked out in his dress uniform, "Excuse me?"
"Yeah, you heard me. I said you were starting to sound like a little bitch," Jake added, staring his brother down as he spoke, "You're supposed to be this big, badass Marine who has stared down the barrel of the enemy's gun during your past few tours and yet you're freaking the fuck out over marrying a girl who you have been with for years. Really?"
"You just slapped me on my wedding day," Puck fumed, glaring into the mirror on the wall and flinching at the red handprint that was already forming, "You're a fucking asshole."
"Hey, what are brothers for?" Jake shrugged, "But it took your mind off everything else though, didn't it?"
Although his cheek still stung a bit as he raised his drink and pressed the cool glass to his skin, he had to admit his brother had a point.
"You're still a dick, you know that?"
"Yep, love you too," Jake replied, straightening out his lapel, "So how about you put on your big-girl panties and let's go get ya married?"
Puck simply shook his head at his brother and continued to hold the glass to his face for a few more minutes before his mom came to find the boys, Mrs. Puckerman fawning over her handsome son and his friends for a few moments before leading them out of the room and out toward the ceremony.
After a few deep breaths, Puck walked through the beautifully rustic garden setting Quinn had designed near the lake in North Lima, taking his place up at the front of the altar and clutching his hands in front of him, waiting patiently for his bride. The music started playing and Puck shifted his attention down the aisle, watching as each of his friends escorted Quinn's friends down the aisle. He accepted a quick handshake from his best man Finn and a hug from Quinn's maid of honor Santana before grinning at the beautiful six year old tossing flower pedals as she made her way down the aisle.
Beth grinned up at her dad as she neared his spot, the man bending down and squeezing his daughter tight before she took her spot standing in front of Santana, the Latina wrapping her arm around Beth's shoulders before whispering in her ear, the two of them sharing in a private joke as they waited.
After a few more moments of watching his daughter giggle with Santana, the music changed and Puck glanced down at his shoes, wanting to wait a few beats to finally look back up at Quinn, knowing damn well he was going to get emotional seeing his future wife walking toward him. Some may say he was a wuss for getting choked up already, but he didn't care. He'd been in love with Quinn since before Beth was born and now he was finally making her his, for good.
He slowly counted to five before looking back up, just in time to see Quinn round the corner with her mom. His breath caught in his chest as he stood there in awe, his bride-to-be smiling from ear to ear as her gaze met his, gliding toward him in her delicate dress, the fabric adorned with lace elements and pearls.
She was so beautiful and she was about to pledge her love and her heart to him for the rest of their lives and that was pretty huge if you asked him. He felt the slight burn of tears welling in his eyes as she floated toward him, his personal angel sent down from heaven to save him from himself. And in about twenty minutes, he would finally be able to call her his wife.
He felt his face go warm but his chin began to tremble just slightly as he watched the woman of his dreams, the mother of his child (and hopefully more) make her way toward him and he almost lost it. His vision blurred a little as the moisture began to gather, Puck trying to take a few deep breaths as he tried to collect himself, but the emotion was a bit too strong. He simply couldn't help it.
Quinn wasn't fairing much better either. As soon as she saw him standing proud in his Marine Corps uniform, her own eyes began to get a bit misty, knowing this day was a culmination of sorts for their relationship that had seen more ups and downs than a rollercoaster.
However, as soon as she saw the rare showing of emotion from her usually tough and stoic husband to be, she lost it, her own tears escaping down her cheeks as she walked toward the man she loved, the man she had already been through so much with, and the man she couldn't wait to spend the rest of forever with. She glanced over at the little girl standing on the opposite side of the altar, the six year old beaming up at her as she clutched the bouquet Santana had let her hold.
Her mother kissed her cheek and handed her off to Puck, Ms. Fabray hugging him too before he took Quinn's hand and led her to the front where Mr. Schuester stood to preside over their wedding. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, taking a moment to lean over and tell her how beautiful she looked before gently brushing a tear away, Santana handing her a tissue to wipe her eyes with before the ceremony started.
As per the couple's request, Mr. Schuester kept the ceremony short and sweet, adding in his own jokes and sense of humor as well as a short musical number complied by their friends before turning more serious, telling stories about the two of them and offering them pieces of advice for the future. Both Quinn and Puck then recited their own vows before Mr. Schuester did the honors of pronouncing them husband and wife.
Puck pulled a grinning Quinn toward him, connecting his lips with hers in a tender yet saucy kiss, Puck raising his fist in victory as he continued to kiss her. All of their guests erupted into applause and cheers before they finally pulled away, Puck intertwining her fingers in his as they made their way back down the aisle and retired to take pictures with their bridal party while the rest of the party enjoyed a cocktail hour in the nearby party barn.
Wedded Bliss
The reception had been wonderful beyond both Quinn and Puck's expectations. They had left quite a few of the details to their mothers to work out, only really picking out the food and cake (and Puck insisting on an open bar), but everything else had been planned by their moms. The centerpieces were simple yet elegant, the layout of the reception area was beautiful and the white holiday lights they hung from the rafters of the refurbished barn they held the party in capped off the entire look, the ambiance perfect for a bit of romance.
The dinner, drinks and cake had all been fantastic, the toasts had all been quite entertaining (and surprisingly endearing in Santana's case) and the happy couple danced the night away with all of their guests. The two of them were a bit bummed when their ride arrived, the couple climbing into the fancy vintage Rolls Royce Puck splurged on as they told their guests to stay and enjoy the party before waving goodbye to the crowd of well-wishers.
Both of them reminisced over their evening as they made their way toward the nearby bed and breakfast where they would spend their first night as man and wife. Puck internally musing that he wished he could have stayed at the party for a bit longer, but after glancing down at the woman in his arms and remembering the conversation he had with Santana the day prior, he couldn't wait to see what that dress was hiding.
After the driver had dropped them off, Puck led Quinn toward their room and fished the key out of his pocket. Quinn gasped in surprise as he swooped her up into his arms and carried her across the threshold, the two of them gaping at their accommodations. The rose petals and champagne on ice were lovely, but the few little touches Rachel, Santana and the rest of the girls added when they came to drop off the two of their suitcases earlier in the day were a pleasant (and amusing) surprise, to say the least.
Puck popped the cork on the champagne and poured both of them a glass, the two of them toasting and sharing a kiss before Quinn took a seat and kicked off her shoes, Puck following suit and shrugging out of his jacket. They were both exhausted after a day of preparation and a night of dancing, but there was no way they were going to pass up being intimate on their wedding night.
Puck leaned over his wife and kissed her once more, "Can in interest you in a chocolate covered strawberry?"
"Mmm, maybe later," Quinn moaned against his lips, "Right now, I think I want to get out of this dress and slip into something more comfortable."
She leaned into his body and kissed him again, letting her lips linger against his for a few moments before pulling away, arching her eyebrow and grinning over her shoulder as she grabbed the garment bag for her dress and disappeared into the bathroom.
Puck grinned as he watched the door close, taking another drink of his champagne before taking off his undershirt and folding up, leaving him standing there in just his dress pants. He sifted through their bags they had packed for their honeymoon the next day before finding the digital camera Judy gave them for their trip, fiddling around with it a bit as his dirty mind began to hope he could snap a picture or two of his new wife in whatever saucy lingerie she planned on wearing that night.
However, that thought flew out of his head the moment he heard the door open, the sound startling him as he set the camera on the dresser and took a seat on the bed to wait for Quinn. He didn't have to wait long though, as moments later she rounded the corner and leaned against the door frame, Puck's mouth dropping open as he took in the sight in front of him.
The hair that she had worn up in an elegant up-do had been released and fell in soft, golden waves around her shoulders creating an ethereal glow that continued down her body as he allowed his eyes to wander further south to the amazing white lace number that left little to the imagination. Hints of smooth, golden skin peeked out from under the lace and Puck found himself licking his lips as he managed to tear his eyes away from her breasts and look past the itty-bitty scrap of fabric that covered her most private area to the sexy pair of garters that encircled her thighs.
"Holy sh –" he began as he shamelessly ogled her again, "Were you seriously wearing that under your dress all day?"
She giggled before pushing away from the door frame, "Well, you should know. You were up there earlier to take off my garter. With your teeth, might I add."
Puck grinned before standing, "I tried to get a peek, but your amazing thighs were a bit distracting," he mused as he made his way toward her. He pulled her in for another kiss, his body buzzing as he finally touched her bare skin once again.
Quinn couldn't explain why she was nervous, as she and Puck had been intimate plenty of times prior to that night, but she couldn't help it. She grinned up into his kiss as she realized that had she followed her original life plan and waited to have sex until her wedding night, she would have missed out on a whole lot of fun with Puck over the years…and she probably would have been terrified as opposed to the nervous, giddy excitement she felt now.
She took her time savoring Puck's kiss, her hands tracing the cut lines of his ab muscles at his waist before finding his belt buckle. She helped him undo his pants and push them to the floor before leading him to the bed, straddling him and kissing him hard.
Puck wound his fingers through her hair as he deepened the kiss, the two of them leisurely enjoying making out with one another as Quinn trailed her hands up and down the solid muscle of her husband's chest. The glint of the diamond on her wedding ring caught Puck's eye as he brushed a lock of hair away from her face, a grin forming on his face as he felt the weight of his own wedding band on his left hand, the weight of the moment and the ceremony they shared earlier finally hitting him that the incredible woman sitting on his lap was finally his wife.
He continued to trace his hands up and down her back, frowning slightly as he felt skin and lace.
"The clasps are in front," Quinn whispered, smiling as she drew back and gently tugged on a thin strand of ribbon that had been tied in a bow at her bust, the knot loosening allowing for the fabric to pull apart, exposing even more cleavage for Puck's viewing pleasure.
He grinned as Quinn sat back and let him take over, Puck helping her unhinge the rest of the clasps as he kissed his way from her jaw down her collarbone to her breasts, gently leaning her back as he stopped to kiss and suckle each nipple as he helped her out of her bustier. Her breasts had been sensitive after having Beth and he knew he could always get a rise out of her if he paid attention to "her girls." And he was right, Quinn grinding down on his lap with each pull of his lips, his own body reacting to her movements.
After a few more rotations of her hips, Puck could barely handle it anymore, wrapping her legs around his waist and grasping her hips as he flipped them over, his lips attaching to her neck as he began his descent down her body. He nipped, sucked and licked every sensitive spot on the way down her body, helping her remove her panties in much the same way he helped her out of her garter earlier…with his teeth.
He smiled as he sat back and took in the view, Quinn blushing furiously as her husband looked her up and down. But that embarrassment was short lived and pleasure began to throb throughout her body as his lips connected with the skin on the inside of her ankle, Puck taking his time as he kissed his way up her legs.
Quinn gasped as he placed a delicate kiss on her lower lips, Puck allowing his tongue to explore her folds as she began to writhe uncontrollably underneath him, her nails sinking into the flesh on his arms he used to anchor her hips to the bed as he teased her mercilessly. He continued to lick and suckle her hot spot, spelling out dirty words and phrases of love with his tongue until her body shuddered with release.
Her legs trembled and her toes tingled and she couldn't think straight after her climax, but as soon as she felt Puck's lips on her collarbone she began mentally preparing herself for whatever pleasure was to come next. But even after the quick internal pep-talk and knowledge as to where this was all going tonight, she was definitely not prepared for him to ease into her, the intrusion sending a shot of electricity up her spine at the sheer fullness of finally getting to feel him inside of her after a month without him.
"Oh god, I missed you," Puck moaned as he held still inside of her, not wanting to move until he was ready or he'd risk coming too soon.
"Mmm, you feel so good," she whined, digging her nails into his back as her mouth found his in a gentle kiss, "I love you so much."
"I love you too, baby," he replied, gently beginning to move within her, the two of them groaning at the delicious friction and sensation.
He continued to gently rock into her, Quinn moaning in his ear and coaxing him to go harder and faster, Puck picking up the pace as he continued to thrust into her, the two of them panting and groaning in sync with each and every movement.
Quinn loved it when her fiancée – make that husband – took control in the bedroom and made love to her. But after pleasuring her with his mouth and being so sweet and gentle after their month apart (plus the whole vowing to love and honor her for the rest of their lives earlier in the day), she wanted to do something special for him.
Puck felt Quinn slip her leg around one of his, his wife grinning back up at him before arching off the bed and practically shoving him off of her and onto his back, Quinn rolling right along with him as she straddled him and sank back down on top of him, the move surprising the hell out of him in the most pleasant of ways. She threw her head back and braced herself on his thighs as she rode him, her movements smooth and controlled as she ground down onto his lap, Puck groaning at the incredible new view and the deep new angle her thrusts created.
Simply the sight of his new wife bouncing on top of him was almost more than he could take, his body twitching as he felt the muscles in his stomach tighten and twist.
"Baby, I'm gonna –"
Quinn nodded and quickened the pace, twisting her hips and riding her husband faster until she felt her own body begin to quake with her impending orgasm.
"Oh God, Puck," she moaned as her body shattered above his, her internal muscles spasming and milking Puck, his own climax slamming into him at the same time as their bodies trembled together.
White spots danced behind her eyelids as her entire body felt numb, her limbs finally giving way as she collapsed on top of him, their heartbeats hammering in tandem as they began to come down from their high.
"Wow," Puck breathed heavily, his breath still coming in labored pants as he reeled from his orgasm.
"Right there with you," Quinn replied, her own breathing ragged as she glanced up at her husband, "So, was the month apart worth it?"
"As much as I hate to admit it, totally worth it," he answered, smiling down at her.
"I told you."
"Yeah, well, let's never do that again."
"Yeah, that month was way too long," she agreed, gently kissing his chest before settling back into Puck's embrace.
"So, since we waited so long, I have an idea."
"Can you give me like 5 more minutes until we go again?"
"Of course, but that's not what I was going to ask."
"I'm already going to be ridiculously sore tomorrow anyway, so I appreciate the breather," she teased, smirking up at him only to receive a raised eyebrow in return, "Ok, shoot."
"So, since we waited so long and our flight tomorrow is going to be long too –"
"I'm going to stop you right there," she cut him off, finally sitting up and crawling off of the bed before grabbing the plate of chocolate covered strawberries and heading into the bathroom, "No, Puck."
"You didn't even let me finish!" he replied, following suit and grabbing their champagne glasses and the rest of the bottle before trailing after her.
She set the strawberries on the ledge and turned on the water to the tub, pouring a liberal amount of soap into the stream and watching as the aromatic bubbles began to fill the bath, "But I know where you were going with it and the answer is still no."
"Come on, it'd be fun!"
"Puck, I'm not joining the Mile High Club with you on the way to our honeymoon."
"Please Quinn?" he practically pleaded, "It's on my bucket list and with the number of times we've already flown and you've shot me down, I'm begging you to just go along with me on this one."
"No."
"Why not? You've always said no, but you've never said why you wouldn't."
"Because it's weird! Everyone knows what's going on when two people who are sitting next to each other get up to "use the bathroom" at the same time. I don't really want to deal with everyone on the plane knowing we're having sex in bathroom. Plus, don't they fine people for that these days?"
"No they don't. I looked it up and they can't fine you for that!" he replied, "Besides, who cares if we're having sex on the plane. Think about it this way, every other time we've gone on a trip or flown somewhere, we were either dating or engaged. This way, we'd at least have an excuse that we just got married and can't keep our hands off of each other! I bet more people would either understand or look past it if they knew we were newlyweds and what better opportunity to take advantage of that than when we're en route to our honeymoon!"
Quinn took another sip of her champagne before biting into a strawberry, rolling her eyes at her husband as she turned off the water. As much as she hated to admit, the more she thought about it, it actually sounded kind of fun…but of course she wasn't about to tell Puck that.
"What if I make it worth your while?" Puck asked, piquing Quinn's interest even more by pandering to one of her guilty pleasures, "Think massages on the beach, spa treatments and total pampering for a day."
"Ooh, you drive a hard bargain," Quinn thought out loud, biting her lip before quirking her eyebrow and stepping into the tub, holding her hand out for him to join her. Puck stepped into the warm water after her and settled himself against the back of the tub, Quinn following as she leaned back against his chest and took a sip of her champagne, "I'll think about it."
"You will?" Puck asked, his voice full of surprise and mirth as he set his own glass aside and began rubbing his wife's shoulders.
"I'm not saying yes right away," Quinn sighed, allowing for her eyes to close as his strong hands worked all of the tight knots out of her neck, "But if you keep that up, your chances will get better by the minute."
Puck smirked as he kissed the spot right below her earlobe, the two of them settling back into the tub. They spent the rest of the night enjoying their room and the giant bathtub, indulging in their champagne and strawberries before Quinn turned around and sunk back down on top of him.
They made love once more that night and once again the next morning, the two of them thoroughly exhausted as they loaded their suitcases and headed to the airport, excited to start a full week-long vacation on the beach, soaking up the sand and sun in the Virgin Islands in the Caribbean…and maybe a have a little bit of fun in the plane on the way there.
Up next: maybe a little peek into their honeymoon? Or possibly a small foray into a more playful/kinky version of Puck and Quinn? Hmm… decisions, decisions…