A/N: Wow, I think this is a record. It's been like five months since I've updated…but I have yet to abandon this story. I love it and I hope you still like it too. Thanks again to all my readers, subscribers and my lovely reviewers. You all are my motivation to keep these stories going. Big thanks to Guest, Rae, Lardo, pryorbyron, low on inspiration, littleredwritinggleek, rachelbarbraberry96, randomly-hyper8771, MaximumFire, marine04, FF2Addict, Ellii51, Sux2budude, Gues, readbetweenthesigns, olacindy, and walkingthegardengnome. Sorry again for the wait and I hope you like it! And don't let the title scare you off!

Fifty Shades of Honeymooning

After an exhaustive week leading up to their wedding and the even longer month the two of them spent prior to the ceremony practically avoiding one another as to not tempt themselves into breaking their no-sex agreement, Puck and Quinn were totally ready for a week of fun in the sun in the British Virgin Islands, courtesy of Puck's mother and grandparents.

It had been a three hour flight from Ohio to Miami where the two of them finally had a chance to grab a bite to eat, but the six hour flight to St. Thomas proved to be their exhaustion breaking point. With the stress of wedding behind them and a night spent making up for the month of celibacy, the two of them passed out almost as soon as they made it to their seats, Quinn slumping against her husband and making a pillow out of his shoulder as he simply leaned back and covered his eyes with his hat.

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After a solid two and a half hour nap, Puck awoke with a start as the plane dipped a bit, the sinking feeling returning to his stomach as he was hit with a momentary flashback to a particularly unpleasant flight he had experienced over Afghanistan during his first deployment, the terrifying moments on that particular helicopter haunting him since. However, one glance over at his still slumbering wife nestled against his shoulder immediately calmed his nerves, Puck trying very hard to remain as still as possible as to not disturb her.

He couldn't help but smile as he watched her sleep, Quinn always so peaceful and content when she slept...even if she lightly snored every once in a while. And by the gentle puffs of air Puck felt on his neck, it seemed as though the allergy meds she took before they even left Lima that morning had finally kicked in as his wife was out like a light.

His smile turned into a full-fledged grin as he let the weight of his last thought sink in. His wife. He was her husband now. They were really married now, together 'til death do them part. And it felt pretty fucking amazing. There was always a part of him that was a bit of a commitment-a-phobe, never thinking he really would ever be tied down by marriage, but with Quinn, it really didn't feel like he had always dreaded it would. It didn't feel like the ring on his finger was weighing him down or threatening to strangle him. If anything, it felt like he had a renewed purpose in life: to be the best husband he could be and when the time came, the best father he could be for his children. He would be expected to work hard to provide for his family, to remain loyal, faithful and cherish his wife, and to love and care for their children for the rest of his life…and he could honestly, wholeheartedly say he was excited to do just that every day until the day he died, especially with Quinn by his side.

The flight attendant made the rounds once more, Puck ordering a whiskey and Coke before sifting through his carry-on. He looked through the brochure of the resort they were staying in, circling all of the activities he thought would be fun and read up on the amenities the private beach cabana they were staying in provided as he sipped his drink.

He felt Quinn shift a bit in her sleep, her arms wrapping around his just a little tighter as she settled back into his shoulder. She looked so beautiful and so peaceful that he wanted to capture it, digging the digital camera that Judy gifted them out of his bag and flipped it on, snapping the first of many photos they would probably be taking on their honeymoon. He had just switched the setting over to view to check out his handiwork when he noticed there was another photo already on the memory card, which seemed strange since they had only received the camera the day before.

However, when he scrolled over and clicked on it, he was shocked by what he saw on the screen. And it wasn't even a picture at all…

Instead, it was definitely a video of their night before, Quinn's scantily clad figure floating into the picture looking like the epitome of a Victoria's Secret Angel minus the wings. He thought he had turned the camera off after messing around with it, but he must have pressed record instead. He knew Quinn would kill him if she knew he had this video but he was a man and his wife was super hot and it was just too amazing to delete.

Puck took a quick glance around to make sure nobody else was watching over his shoulder before turning his attention back to the video in front of him, taking another fortifying swig of his drink as he sat back and enjoyed the show.

A little while later, Quinn finally woke up and Puck could barely contain himself, softly kissing her neck and behind her ear to rouse his wife out of her sleepy state as he tried to coax her into reconsidering her 'no' on the whole joining the mile high club thing. But Puck also knew that she often felt rather frisky when she just woke up, as morning sex had always been a favorite in their household, so he was hoping for the best.

After practically begging her to help him relieve the tightness in his pants, she finally relented, standing and heading for the restroom. Puck waited for a few minutes before sneaking in after her… and if the goofy smiles on both of their faces (and the fist-pump Puck indulged in when Quinn wasn't looking) weren't enough, it was totally worth all of the strange looks and quiet whispers they received as they finally returned to their seats fifteen minutes later.

Yet, despite the embarrassment and the insane blush that had appeared on Quinn's cheeks, they both could finally say they were card-carrying members of the Mile-High Club.

Nine and a half hours on a plane and a three hour layover in Miami later, they finally made it to the beautiful and picturesque island of British Virgin Gorda. The island was absolutely perfect, their resort cabana was perfect, and their king sized bed was perfect as well, the two passing out across the crisp white sheets as soon as they laid down and sleeping away the rest of the night.

However, unlike the 'honeymoon plan' Puck had come up with prior to their wedding, the plan that consisted of him and Quinn spending their entire vacation in bed naked, Quinn had actually planned out several activities around the island for the two of them to do while they were there.

Still a little jet-lagged from the day before, she and Puck decided to spend the next day at the beach, enjoying the sand and the sun as they played in the surf and toured around the bay on their paddle boards. They enjoyed lounging around and sipping on tropical cocktails, simply enjoying the waves lapping against the sand as they relaxed on the beach, Quinn indulging in a little leisure reading as Puck napped and worked on his tan.

He had ribbed her earlier about how he thought she'd be sick of reading by now after finishing up at Yale and working her way through law school, but she had been so engrossed in the book on her iPad that he barely got any reaction out of her. It must have been a good read since they remained in that same position for close to three hours, Puck having to force his new wife to find a good place to stop just so they could head back to their cabana.

After a delicious dinner consisting of tropical drinks and seafood, the two of them headed back to their room to indulge in one another for dessert. Offering her husband a saucy grin, Quinn rummaged through her suitcases and picked out a few of her favorite sexy little numbers, deciding to put on a little fashion show to get them both a little revved up for what was to come later in the evening.

Puck gave her a few minutes before coming in off of their balcony, pouring himself a drink and taking a sip before stripping his shirt off and tossing it onto one of his suitcases. A shimmer of light on the floor caught his eyes as he took note of the few items that had fallen out of Quinn's bag, smiling as he made a mental note to thank Santana, as she was obviously the one to thank for this little gift. He quickly gathered the objects and tucked them under the bed to use for later, making himself comfortable against the pillows as he lay in wait for his wife to come out of the bathroom.

It didn't take her long either, Puck perking up immediately as Quinn sashayed out of the bathroom wearing a rather see-through baby doll negligee and a tiny scrap of lace on the bottom. Wanting to savor the moment in all of its glory, Puck grabbed their camera off of the bedside table and began to snap away as Quinn proceeded to pose rather provocatively for her new husband, the two of them enjoying a few more outfits and poses before their lust and desire for one another took over.

After snorkeling in the crystal blue waters for the better part of the next morning, the rest of the afternoon was spent lounging around on the beach and relaxing under the shade of the swaying palm trees. Quinn had been rather content with reading her novel on her iPad while Puck enjoyed sipping his cocktail and taking in the scenery.

However, the longer they sat there, the more Puck noticed his wife squirming around in her seat, the subtle bite of her lower lip and the twinge of pink on her cheeks a dead giveaway that something was up. She had refused to divulge the title of the book she had been reading for the past several days and to say that Puck was intrigued by his wife's behavior would have been an understatement.

He gave it one more shot just for the hell of it, fully expecting to receive the same answer he'd been getting for the last few days, "Babe, whatcha reading?"

Quinn simply smiled and shook her head, "Oh, just one of those sappy, chick romance novels. It's really nothing," she managed to shrug off as she shot him down once again. It wasn't the first time she had given him that same answer when he asked earlier, always changing the subject or telling him it was nothing…

…but the fact that she could barely sit still and her hot and bothered expression betrayed that whatever she was reading was totally turning her on. He had known her for years and the look on her face was the exact same look she had every time she was turned on and craving a little bit of physical intimacy.

He decided not to prod any further, instead offering to grab them more drinks, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek before heading toward the bar and ordering another round of mojitos. Yet, when he returned to their spot under the trees, Quinn was nowhere to be found, Puck glancing around the beach before spotting her wading out into the water.

Now is my chance, he thought as he caught a glimpse of her iPad in her bag. He set their drinks down on the lounge table and picked up the device, booting it up and entering her password into the system only to have the last page of the chapter she had read pop up on the screen. Puck glanced up quickly, making sure that Quinn's attention was still turned out toward sea while he took note of the page number and scrolled back a few pages, hoping to see the title printed somewhere.

However, he didn't have to look very far for his answer as he scanned through a few of the passages, one specific character name sticking out like a sore thumb among the rest of the words. Grey.

He shook his head and let out an indignant snort, mildly offended that Quinn was even reading a book like this, let alone on their honeymoon. But just as soon as that thought entered his mind, a different, much better idea struck him.

If Quinn's getting all turned on just by reading this kind of stuff, why not turn it into a little bit of reality for her? They were on their dream vacation, so why not add a little bit of fantasy as well?

It wasn't a half bad idea and there were definitely some interesting items he found in her bag that he could use to turn this fantasy into reality, so why not? It could be fun!

His mind started racing a mile a minute as he thought of all of the possibilities, chuckling to himself as he quickly shut the iPad down and stowed it back in Quinn's bag before taking a deep drink of his cocktail and following his wife out into the surf.

They would enjoy their time on the beach for the rest of the afternoon, but he was going to make damn sure Quinn really enjoyed herself that night…

After a romantic dinner for two on the beach, the couple made their way back up to their hotel suite to retire for the evening. Quinn's body was abuzz with excitement after Puck had commented that he had a surprise for her that evening before winking and flashing that devilishly mischievous and sexy grin of his. And the subtle touches here and there along with looks he gave her and comments full of innuendos left her squirming all throughout their meal, her panties feeling far too constrictive as she tried to get some sort of relief from the building anticipation.

Puck opened their door and politely gestured for her to go first, Quinn obliging as she added a little extra swing in her hips as she walked across the threshold. However, she was definitely not expecting the smack of her husband's hand against her rear end as she passed by him, Puck offering her a cocky grin in passing. She simply raised her eyebrow in response as she grinned back at him, the two of them circling each other momentarily to see who was going to make the first move.

Puck began to loosen his tie before offering to help unzip Quinn, but once his task was done, he backed off, picking out a cigar from his travel case and smiling at his wife, signaling that he was going to go enjoy it on the balcony. Quinn simply huffed in momentary disappointment as she realized he wanted to drag it out a little bit, deciding instead to let him enjoy his cigar while she took a quick shower to freshen up.

As soon as Quinn took her leave, Puck stubbed out his cigar and put his plan into motion, calling up for room service for a few things before gathering the few items he had stowed away earlier and strategically placing them around the bed. It wasn't long before the concierge knocked on the door to deliver their room service, Puck offering the young man a tip before inspecting the goods and placing them where they would be most convenient for his plan. He took a few steps back and fired his cigar back up, admiring his handiwork before sitting back and waiting for his wife.

Meanwhile, Quinn took her time in the shower, enjoying the leisurely warm spray against her body as she thought about the possibilities of what her husband's 'surprise' could be. Between the steamy passages of the book she had been reading that day and her husband's teasing all throughout the rest of the afternoon and evening, she was already quite worked up and ready for a little bit of release.

You could always start the party a little early, she thought before shrugging it off and deciding to save it up for Puck.

As she squirted body wash onto her loofah and began to lather herself up with the clean, floral scent, she couldn't help but glance at her left hand, still shocked and a little in awe that there was an additional wedding band on her ring finger.

She sighed and smiled to herself, letting it sink in a bit that she was actually married to the man she loved more than anything… and he definitely knew how to love her the right way too, a shiver running down her spine as she closed her eyes and let herself imagine the feel of his hands and lips exploring her body. She allowed herself a few private moments before deciding she had waited long enough and shut the water off, leisurely taking her time toweling off and applying a light sheen of lotion.

She blow-dried her hair before narrowing her options down and stepping into a new set of baby blue lace lingerie, brushing her teeth and applying a little bit of make-up before finally exiting the bathroom. She grinned when she saw her husband standing in the middle of their suite wearing only a pair of low-slung blue jeans, Quinn's mouth watering at the sight of his tanned, muscular, bare chest.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured as he strode toward her, causing a pink blush to settle over Quinn as she glanced down at the nightie and panty set she had finally decided on, "How did I get so lucky?"

"Hmm, I think it was a mixture of wine coolers and the bad boy Mohawk," she teased, running her fingers up and down the ridges of his chest before leaning in and pecking him sweetly on the lips, "But your sense of humor and your kind heart sealed the deal."

"Are you sure it wasn't just because I was a badass?"

"Badass?" she cried, feigning incredulity, "You're a total softie and you know it."

Puck grinned, his eyes flitting to the bed and the room service tray he asked for, his plan running through his mind once more as he chuckled at his wife's comment, "Oh, you think I'm a softie, huh? Well, I think it's time the bad boy makes a reappearance, don't you?"

"Ooh, I like the sound of that," Quinn cooed before her voice was stifled out by Puck's lips crashing into hers, his mouth controlling hers as he led her backwards to their bed.

Puck took a few moments to savor the soft slide of his wife's lips against his, hoping to God and every other religious deity out there that she actually enjoyed what he had planned instead of wanting to divorce him immediately afterwards for being a bit…too kinky.

"You know, this is such a pretty top," he murmured against her mouth as he slid his hands along the lace fabric of the nightie, "I'd hate for it to be ruined so soon." He smirked, watching Quinn's eyes dance with flicker of confusion and intrigue before helping her pull it over her head, grinning even wider as he blatantly ogled his two favorite twins on Quinn's chest, "There, much better."

Quinn felt her blush deepen as he continued to stare at her body, giving her the once over several times as he led her through the room until the back of her knees hit the bed, forcing her to sit while he continued to loom over her.

"Close your eyes and whatever you do, don't open them until I tell you to," he demanded gently, Quinn doing as he asked as he pushed her down further into the bed. She sensed him hovering above her, his lips creating a delicious wake of fire as he kissed up her neck and suckled that hot spot just behind her ear.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered, nipping at her earlobe. The ragged husk of his voice sent her body into overdrive as she felt herself start to get wet at the apex of her thighs, a familiar ache throbbing at her center as a wave of heat engulfed her body. She nodded quickly, clenching her eyes shut even tighter as she waited to see where this was all going.

Puck couldn't help but smile at how quickly and eagerly Quinn agreed to go along with his requests but seeing his wife spread out below him in only a tiny scrap of lace had his blood pumping to the point where he thought he may explode. Using all of the strength and willpower he had left to not jump her and have his way with her in that very moment, he forced himself to take his time, delicately kissing her lips before trailing down her chest nipping and suckling each distended peak as Quinn mewled in delight.

While his mouth remained occupied, he gently traced his fingertips up her arms until her hands were above her head, winding his fingers through hers. He continued to nip and suck at the pulse-points on her neck, eventually releasing her hands and continuing to trace small circles on her wrists and palms before smiling against her skin and moving his hands a little higher.

Quinn was thoroughly enjoying the sensual attention, her mind and body completely captivated by the caresses of his hands and the feel of his lips and teeth nipping at her skin.

In fact, she was so caught up in all of the exquisite sensations that she didn't realize what was really happening until she heard the tell-tale click of metal, the fuzzy texture surrounding her wrists a complete shock. Her eyes snapped open as she looked up at her hands and tried to pull her arms back down, both of them locked into place rendering her unable to move from her position on her back.

Quinn glanced back up at her husband, confusion and slight alarm etched in her features as Puck stared back down at her and smirked, his eyebrows twisting wickedly as he traced his fingers down her arms and chest.

"I told you to keep your eyes shut until I said so," he practically growled, sitting up as he admired his handiwork, "You just broke one of my rules and I won't tolerate much more of your disobedience. You've been a bad girl, Mrs. Puckerman. I think you need to be punished."

"What?" she asked tentatively, a feeling of unease settling over her as she searched her husband's eyes for any sign as to what he was talking about, her own mind racing a mile a minute as she tried to think of anything she could have done wrong.

He continued to stare down at her for a few moments, watching her expression carefully before deciding that she was over-thinking his comments far too much, "I saw you reading that book, 'Fifty Shades of Black' or whatever," he paused, letting that sink in, "Is my sexual prowess not enough for you?"

Quinn's eyes shot open in surprise. How did he find out about that? She had tried to keep it a secret that she had been reading that book, but even then, she didn't think it would be that big of a deal. At least that's what Tina had assured her when she recommended it, even going as far as saying that she and Mike had enjoyed a few 'new adventures' after he found out… but then again, now that Puck had mentioned it, she could see how her actions could cause him to question his manhood, especially given the fact that she had been reading it on their honeymoon.

"No! Not at all," she tried to explain, but he cut her off before she could say anything further.

"Then why were you reading it?"

"I just – I," she stuttered, trying to find the words that simply weren't coming.

But once again, Puck cut off her rambling, this time with a light spank to the side of her behind, "Spit it out, Quinn. Why were you reading it?"

"It's um – I, uh—"

He swatted her behind once again, this time a touch harder than before. The first contact startled her a bit, but the second one sent another wave of heat shooting down to her center, Quinn squeaking gently as she squirmed in place.

"Be honest with me. Does it turn you on?"

Her eyes searched his momentarily before she answered, "Yes."

"Yes what?"

She eyed him strangely, not sure what to say but not entire opposed to receiving whatever additional "punishment" she may receive for not responding, especially if that punishment was in the form of another spank.

"For the rest of the night you are to refer to me as Sir or Mr. Puck, and you know what that rhymes with, don't you?" he smirked, the light bulb finally going off in Quinn's mind as to where this was all going, "So, answer me, does all of this turn you on?"

"Yes, Sir," she whimpered, her breathing ragged as she looked up into her husband's lust-filled eyes.

"Good. Now follow the directions I gave you. Close your eyes and do not open them until I say so."

She nodded again, taking one last lingering glance into his eyes before conceding to his demands, letting her eyes flutter closed as she waited impatiently for whatever was to come next.

"Just relax, Q," he murmured before beginning his descent, Quinn relaxing as best she could while trying to focus solely on what she was feeling with every touch.

He continued to tease her, kissing her entire body starting at her palms before finishing at her instep, before mixing it up, nipping, sucking and biting her here and there, keeping her guessing as to what kind of contact was coming next and where on her body she was going to feel it. Quinn giggled with every sensitive area he caressed and moaned with every sharp nip, sighing as she felt the soft drag of some unknown object against her skin.

Puck grinned as he watched her reaction to the pedals of a rose the concierge had brought up with his order, lightly dancing the delicate flower across her skin and down the insides of her thighs before gently pinching her nipple and murmuring in her ear, "You like this, don't you?

Quinn gasped in surprise as her eyes flew open, startled by his voice so close to her ear when the last thing she felt was down on her legs.

"What did I tell you about opening your eyes, Quinn?" Puck demanded, pulling away from her completely and standing next to the bed.

"I'm sorry, Sir," she giggled, "It's hard to keep them closed when you do that. Are you going to punish me now?"

Puck stroked his chin in mock contemplation as he tried to rein in his lust at seeing his wife practically naked and handcuffed to their bed.

"Hmm, maybe," he countered, grabbing an item off of the tray and leaning back over the bed, "But you won't see it coming when it happens," he chuckled darkly, slipping the eye mask over her head and covering her eyes, "There, now you can't cheat and sneak a peek."

"Puck, please? I want to watch," Quinn whimpered, only to feel a light smack against her rear once more, "Mr. Puck, pardon my slip-up."

"That's better," he murmured, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss against her lips, "Now, what to do next?"

Quinn swallowed hard and waited for it, sighing once more as she felt him trail his lips down her chest and stomach, stopping to remove her panties slowly. As she waited with baited breath, she couldn't help but mentally thank Santana for talking her into getting a Brazillian wax prior to her wedding, the feel of his warm breath blowing gently across her smooth, exposed center sending currents of heat through her body.

She felt Puck shift a little but was so engrossed by the warmth surrounding her body that she practically jumped out of her skin when the cold sensation of an ice cube circled one of her nipples. She groaned from underneath him, her back arching off of the bed as he circled the peak a few times before leaning down and suckling hard. The hot and cold sensations were totally new to her and she found her body involuntarily bucking up toward Puck as he continued to tease her with the ice cubes.

Puck loved the reactions he was getting from her too, letting the ice melt a bit in his hand and dribbling the cool droplets in all different areas of her body, watching the lines of goose bumps rise on her skin before soothing the cool ache with his tongue. He took his time too, making sure to tease every angle and plane of her body at one point or another, keeping her guessing as to where he was going next until her mewls and whimpers became too much and he finally decided to give in just a little bit.

Squeezing the ice cubes in his palm to melt it quickly, Puck leaned down and allowed some of the cool drops to drip down onto Quinn's heated core, blowing lightly as Quinn bucked and writhed under him, her legs flailing as the sensation overwhelmed her senses. Once he thought she'd had enough, he crouched between her thighs and ran his tongue through her folds, alternating between the ice and his tongue a few times, causing her to cry out his name as she came hard on his fourth pass.

Her body trembled with exertion and anticipation, knowing deep down that this little game wasn't over just yet. However, as the moments ticked by, she became even more nervous that he had left her hanging…

That was, until a jolt of electricity connected straight to her center, the gentle vibration against her clit throbbing through her body as her legs twitched. She felt him move the toy around a bit, Quinn practically panting at the intensity of the vibration across her overly-sensitized skin.

Puck continued to smile down at his wife, Quinn's reactions to his ministrations a total turn on as he watched her writhe and moan below him. He had all the power and control and could do whatever he wanted, but the simple fact that she loved him and trusted him with her body like this made his heart swell…and made his groin throb painfully. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take before he exploded, but he was definitely willing to test his own limits, especially if what he was doing would continue to make her react the way she was.

"Yes, yes, oh God YES!" Quinn screamed, absolutely reeling with pleasure as her second climax of the night hit her hard. But Puck didn't stop, bringing her to her peak once more, until her legs were like jelly and her whole body felt like a puddle of hot liquid.

Once again Puck shifted above her, gently withdrawing the toy and placing a gentle kiss against the inside of her thigh. He shucked his pants and boxers before crawling back up the bed and taking his place between her thighs, carefully balancing all of his weight on his elbows. He slowly removed the eye mask and kissed her lips sweetly, watching as her eyes fluttered open to gaze into his.

"You ok?"

"Yeah," she panted heavily, trying to catch her breath before looking back up into her eyes and licking her lips, "I mean, yes Sir."

"You think you've got another round in you?"

Quinn simply gave her husband a cheeky grin, "Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe," he grinned in return.

"You know I'm not a quitter, Mr. Puckerman."

"My life would be so boring if you were, Mrs. Puckerman," he murmured, gently sliding himself into her.

"Oh God, I love hearing you call me that," Quinn groaned at the welcome intrusion, Puck stilling for a few moments to let her adjust to his size before continuing to thrust into his wife.

Her heart pounded wildly as she clenched the rails on their headboard, her knuckles going white as she held on tightly, a moan escaping her throat as she felt the coil of desire start to tighten in her belly, no doubt that her fourth climax of the evening was mere moments away. Her entire body trembled as Puck picked up the pace, hammering into her as the coil continued to tighten.

Puck could barely control himself, knowing he couldn't last much longer as his breathing started to shallow and his movements became more erratic. He flexed his hips a few more times, kissing Quinn hard before whispering against her lips, "Come for me, Mrs. Puckerman."

His sultry voice and the perfect angle of his hips created the perfect storm within Quinn, the electricity between them building up to their breaking point before the coil snapped, the two of them exploding together.

Taking a few moments to collect himself, Puck released Quinn's hands from their confines before gently rubbing her shoulders and kissing the insides of her wrists, the two of the completely spent and sated. His arms tightened around her as he flipped onto his back and cradled his wife against his chest, both of their bodies shuddering with the after-shocks of their lovemaking.

After a few quiet moments basking in the afterglow, Quinn finally broke the silence.

"So, I know the handcuffs came from Rachel but where did the vibe come from?"

Puck laughed before glancing over at the fuzzy cuffs and slim, black vibrator now resting on the bedside table, "I honestly have no idea, but they fell out of your bag the other night. I figured it seemed like a Santana thing to do."

"Probably. That would be right down her alley, that's for sure," she murmured, tracing lazy circles on his chest, "Remind me to thank her later."

"Was that ok," he asked tentatively, praying that he didn't over-do the fantasy, "Did you, uh – did you like it?"

"Actually, yeah, I really did," she replied, turning blushing bright red, "It was - pretty amazing."

"On a scale from one to ten?"

"Probably an eleven, easy. Not being able to see what you were about to do was definitely hot."

Puck did a fist-pump in victory, the two of them giggling in response, "Well, just watching you was hot as hell."

She yawned and let her eyes flutter closed as she sprawled out on top of his chest and threw a leg over his, cuddling into his side, "Oh yeah? Well just remember, payback is a bitch."

Puck simply grinned and kissed her on the top of her head, "I'd like to see you try."

How was it? Not too bad, I hope? I've never read Fifty Shades and I'm not entirely happy with this chapter but I'd love to hear what you think. So, should I move on to a different time in their life or should Quinn get her payback?