Disclaimer: See Part One.

Rachel gasped in surprise as she felt her body being lowered onto the mattress; she had been so focused on the feelings coursing through her body that she hadn't even registered their arrival to the bedroom. A whimper of protest was drawn from her lips next as she felt his body move away from hers and blindly reached out to him.

"Open your eyes Rach," she heard Noah whisper above her and reluctantly did as he asked. Her breath caught at the sight before her; shining hazel eyes, flushed skin and deep breathing. Noah. "Are you sure about this?"

Part of her wanted to smack him for asking again; another part, the part that had not taken a lover in a few years, was grateful. That didn't mean she was about to change her mind.

"I want you Noah," she replied simply and almost laughed at the shocked look on his face when she reached up, grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him down to kiss him again. Her bold move seemed to reassure him and Rachel quickly found herself swept up in a rush of kisses and touches that she never thought she'd receive again.

Even after all these years Noah Puckerman could play her body like she was a guitar that had been made purposefully for his hands. And even now, with her years older and more experienced, he still touched her as carefully as he had the first night they had been together.

She could barely put together anything resembling a coherent thought as Noah's deft fingers slowly stripped her dress from her body, his lips and tongue tasting every inch of skin that was revealed, leaving Rachel a gasping, quivering mass in the middle of his bed.

"Still so beautiful," she heard from somewhere above her and moaned when his fingers slowly ghosted over her upper body, his thumbs pausing briefly to stroke her nipples through the fabric of her bra, before continuing downward and only stopping when they had reached her knees. She almost laughed at the audible groan he released as he spread her knees and pressed them down onto the mattress, pinning them with his hands. "Fuck," he hissed, staring down at her with an expression that made Rachel feel like the only female alive.

"That's the idea, yes," Rachel quipped back, opening her eyes again and cocking one eyebrow in his direction, pulling a deep chuckle and a smirk from him.

Rachel stared up at him and bit her lip at the tempting sight, even still fully dressed. She had almost forgotten how this man could look at you and suddenly the world disappeared. She gave him a moment to stare down at her figure, now clad only in black satin, before slowly sliding her legs out from his hands and gracefully turning her body so she was on her knees in front of him mirroring his position. Neither figure moved, their steady breathing the only sound in the room, as they studied each other's eyes. Without moving her gaze, Rachel silently reached up and began slowly undoing each button on Noah's shirt, working her way down painstakingly slowly until it hung open revealing a body that was, if possible, in even better shape then it had been at seventeen.

She swallowed down a quiet moan, ignoring the soft laugh she could hear from Noah at her reaction, at the sight and softly dragged her fingers up his chest to his shoulders, where she pushed the garment down and off his arms. His belt was next, again without either of them really moving position and certainly not unlocking eyes, followed by the button and zipper on his slacks.

This was a familiar dance for them, one that had not been completed in years and yet had never been forgotten. Rachel had wed another man, bore his child and casually been with a few other men since then, but she had never forgotten this man. She remembered every inch of his body as well as she knew he remembered hers.

She didn't need to look anywhere but those eyes.

"Rach," he croaked out thickly as her hands slid into the waist of his pants and began to tug them slowly over his hips.

"Noah?" she questioned, pausing her actions and cocking her head slightly in confusion.

"Just slow down," he replied, pulling her hands away from his waist before tangling his hands in her hair and kissing her deeply as he gently lowered her back onto the bed, his body following hers to settle between her legs. "We've got all night baby," he added and then froze for a second and seemed to think of something. "Shit. Do we have all night? Umm, I'm probably not supposed to be encouraging you to stay away from your kid all night am I?"

Rachel covered her face and shook her head, trying to muffle her sudden giggles at the nervous look that had appeared on his face. Unfortunately it was a losing battle; though, it did remind her of how much fun they used to have in bed together. Finn had always been so insanely serious (which she attributed to his little problem, something that had never gone away) and anyone else she had been with had been quick one night stands to take an edge off. With Noah it had always been sweet kisses, soft caresses and near endless laughter. They simply just enjoyed each other.

"Yes Noah, we have all night. Even if I went home tonight, Elyse would stay at Katie's."

"Oh. That's good," he replied but didn't seem to relax; in fact, if anything it appeared to Rachel that he got tenser.

"Noah? What's wrong?"

"Is she going to hate me if you don't go home tonight? I don't want her to hate me or think I'm only after your pussy...uhh, I mean, fuck. Shit. Umm, I missed you?"

His rambling response quickly had Rachel, once again, in a fit of laughter. This time she simply pulled him down to her and muffled it against his chest for a moment before deciding to distract his nerves in more creative ways. She softly stroked her hands down his back, while placing light kisses on every inch of skin she could reach until she felt him begin to go pliant, once again, above her.

"Elyse is not going to hate you," she assured him, whispering her words against his mouth, before kissing him hard and reaching down to once again attempt to remove his pants. "I promise. Now, please stop thinking about my thirteen year old and start thinking about the fact that I wore brand new underwear for you. Yes. You heard that right. For you."

The answering groan told Rachel that there would be no more distractions for the rest of the evening.

Their bodies moved in a frantic rush of hands to remove their final pieces of clothing, Rachel pushed his pants and boxers down in one shot with her feet while Noah reached around her back and unsnapped her bra before tugging her panties down her legs so quickly that they tore at the seam, leaving them lying there completely naked and panting.

"Well," Rachel breathed out. "It's nice to see some things haven't changed."

"I'll buy you a new pair," he answered simply before capturing his mouth with hers and hooking her leg around his hip. She groaned into his mouth when she felt the hot, blunt, head of his cock brush her lower lips and rocked back against him wantonly. "Fuck Rachel," he breathed out, pulling away and kissing down her neck. "This is gonna be fast this time baby."

She nodded frantically, arching against him and gasping and freezing when his length slid against her bumping into her clit. Her entire body felt like it was on fire as Noah repeated the motion, breathing hard into her neck. She could feel him blindly grasping towards the right of them, obviously not wanting to move any more then he had to, and it took her a second to realize what he was doing. She swiftly reached her own hand out and tangled their fingers together once more, stilling his movements and pulling back to meet his eyes.

"I'm clean, I'm on the pill and I trust you."

"Thank fuck," he gasped out and without further prompting grabbed both her legs, wrapped them around his waist and slid inside her body hard. They both immediately froze and she couldn't help the smile that was pulling at her lips when she heard and felt him repeatedly whispering her name against her neck between soft kisses.

"Noah," she panted after a few seconds and carefully rocked her hips, crying out sharply when he answered with his own drawn out movement. She quickly lost herself in the sensation of their bodies slowly rocking against each other, wrapped around each other in a tangle of limbs, as they traded kisses and breaths.

Somehow what had started out as a frantic, rushed coupling after years of being apart had become a slow, sensual dance as they each tried to push the other to the edge without falling off of it. It was like neither of them wanted this second first time to end.

But end it must and just as Rachel began to feel the muscles in her body tightening, her nails digging into Noah's back instinctively, she felt his movements speed up. His hips began snapping against hers, his breathing heavier and his pupils, eyes locked on hers, further dilated.

Like an unspoken command she felt Noah grind his hips clockwise against hers, brushing her clit perfectly, causing her to tighten her legs around his hips and fall apart underneath him. As she did she felt his hips lock against hers and heard the drawn out moan of her name, muffled against her neck as he finished along with her.

Rachel slowly regained control of her breathing, reveling in the weight of Noah's body pressing down on hers as she felt him softly stroking his hands down her sides in a repeated calming motion. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest and would have sworn in that moment that her own stopped for half a beat.

The whole scene that was playing out was so familiar, so missed, that she literally had to bite her tongue so she didn't breathe out the three words that would 'cause the entire last half hour to completely echo what she was used to with this man.

Because, no matter what her subconscious and her memory wanted her to believe; there was no way she was still in love with Noah Puckerman. Not this Noah Puckerman. At least not yet.

When his alarm went off the next morning at ten to six Noah groaned and immediately reached out to slap it off only to freeze when he realized his arm wouldn't move. Picking his head up, he turned and looked to the left and grinned.

"God I missed you," he whispered to the sleeping figure who's head was pillowed on his left arm.

Reaching over with his right arm instead Noah shut off the alarm and laid back down, staring at Rachel as she slept, enjoying the sight as he had never had the pleasure of seeing it before. In high school neither one of them had wanted to risk her father's wrath by attempting any sleepovers during their brief relationship. Their dating had already been a touchy subject for the Berry men; not because of his reputation, but instead because they were so close to graduation. Her father's had told him point blank at one point that they very much liked him, liked him better then Finn even, but Rachel was going to college in New York and he wasn't. He hadn't needed any further explanation to understand what the men had been implying.

They didn't want him holding her back or changing her dreams.

He almost scoffed out loud at the thought; because, he had tried to make sure that didn't happen.

"What a waste," he mumbled and brushed Rachel's hair off her face, leaning down to lightly kiss her forehead, before he carefully removed his arm and climbed out of bed.

Noah quietly went about his normal morning routine, he showered, got dressed and started the coffee pot, before waking Rachel with a gentle kiss pressed to her mouth.

"Baby," he whispered, stroking her cheek lightly with his finger. "Wake up Rach."

"Go away," she mumbled into his pillow and had him chuckling. "Too early. Summer."

"Sorry gorgeous, but I've got to get to work. You can stay if you want to sleep more, but I wasn't sure if you wanted to get home before Elyse would."

He laughed as Rachel groaned and flopped over, squinting up at him due to the sunlight streaming into the bedroom, asking, "What time is it? When do you go to work? And don't you have curtains?"

"It's six-thirty. I've got to be in the office before eight. And no, not yet."

"Is that coffee?" she questioned hopefully, once again pulling a fond grin from Noah as he held out the cup he had prepared for her in response. He remembered his girl and damn if his girl didn't need coffee before eight in the morning to function. "You're a God."

"Pretty sure you already told me that, well, screamed that last night when your legs were locked around my head during round three."

"So that's why I feel like I've been hit by a truck," she joked back lightly, not even blushing in the slightest. He had to admit that threw him off a little; it was just another reminder of how much she had changed and just made him more sure of his decision to stifle his urge to tell her he loved her last night. He very much liked her and he knew he still very much loved his memory of her; he just wasn't in love with this older, more mature Rachel quite yet. But when she leaned up seconds later and kissed him, he knew he could love her and probably quickly.

"Soooo," he trailed off after pulling away from her kiss. "You going to stay for a while or leave? I'm not kicking you out, but I really have to get to the subway or I'll be waiting forever with the morning rush."

"You don't mind if I stay a little while? Getting to Brooklyn in rush hour is going to be a bitch. And I really don't want to be on a commuter train in last night's dress; at least if I wait it won't be as crowded."

Noah laughed loudly at that, he hadn't even considered her 'walk of shame' situation, and replied, "I completely don't mind. Grab a shower too. I'll call you later, okay? We can make plans for this weekend for all three of us."

"All three of us?" Rachel asked him, looking slightly amazed,

"All three of us," he replied nodding his head seriously, then grinning when she smiled brightly and pulled him down by his collar to kiss him deeply, her hand tightening in the fabric of his shirt as though he had any plans of moving away. He really didn't.

After she finally pulled away, Rachel held him still in front of her and quickly straightened his collar and smoothed out his shirt, "Perfect."

"Thanks baby," he responded, kissing her forehead and jumping up before he was tempted to take advantage of her still very naked form. He grabbed his messenger bag, he might have matured but briefcases went against any remaining badass sensibilities, and then paused and turned back to Rachel with a contemplative look.

"Noah?"

"Spare key," he replied as an explanation and wandered over to his nightstand, opening a drawer and fishing around inside before pulling out a small key ring with a single key attached. "Use this to lock up and my mailbox is number 6. It'll just slide through the slats, give it a good push so it's far enough back that it can't be fished out."

"Will do," she assured him. "Now, get out of here before you're late."

"Bye," he whispered once more, leaning over and kissing her hard on the lips, again pushing down the urge to call out a quick, 'love you', like he would have years ago and swiftly made his way out of his apartment.

The high of finally, truly, reconnecting with Rachel again got him through the frustrating commuter rush on the C train all the way down and across town to his office in the Financial District. He didn't even think his good mood had anything, or at least not everything, to do with the fact that it was the first time he had gotten laid in well over six months; something Rachel had pried out of him the night before after that first session, much to his embarrassment. He had stuttered out an explanation about how he had gotten older and more mature and realized he didn't need to be a 'sex shark' anymore. When all she had done was kiss him harder, he had mentally patted himself on the back for being honest in the first place rather then letting her think he had the same mindset towards women that he had at seventeen.

Because back then, as much as he had loved her and as different as he had been with her, he had still very much gone back to being Puck when they broke up. It had been a defense mechanism to her reignited relationship with Finn more then anything else at the time; and once he joined the Marine Corps and quickly realized that his behavior had to change, he had embraced the new Noah fully.

His sister had joked once that he had sexed himself out as a teenager and was only now, in adulthood, behaving the way most seventeen year old boys actually did around women. When he had looked at her in total confusion she had simply sighed and replied, "Wanting but not expecting sex all the time you idiot. You tend to do shit in reverse."

Once he had shaken his thoughts of the night before off Noah checked his phone for messages, glanced at his (thankfully) empty inbox and skimmed through his email. The day before had been slightly insane and once he had the date with Rachel set he had done all he could to finish up as many reports as possible; mostly because he hadn't wanted to be immediately brought down off any potential 'high' immediately upon walking into his office.

And while he was thankful there was nothing immediate waiting on him upon walking in; because, he knew he would be bringing himself down within the next few minutes, and he didn't need any work overwhelm him more, as he cued up an email to send to Santana. It was only a few lines and it didn't give too much information, but he knew the subsequent phone call that he would probably recieve around one o'clock, when Santana usually took her lunch, would bring back all the ire he had been feeling on and off since Rachel and Elyse's files had crossed his desk a month earlier.

San,

Call me today when you get a chance and have time to talk. It's important. Remember that bet you told me you'd win money on in high school? About Finn fucking up? Well, I ran into Rachel. I really need you to do something for me.

Puck

Now he just had to wait.

A/N: First off, (from what I've heard in 'updates' to her stories) apparently acaudill0068, the writer who posted the prompt that this fic grew from, was in a very massive car accident last week sometime and is still in the hospital. My thoughts and prayers are with her and her family for her swift return to good health.

Second, this chapter wound up a litttttle different then I initially intended. I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing. For some reason, even though I know I can write it, these two didn't want to have quick and dirty sex - silly things like feelings got in the way - so it's not so much "smut" but, hey, they got down to it. So, yea.

Third, my friend read this and then asked, "Why's he suddenly Noah in narration; he was Puck in the other chapters." He'll be Noah from now on, he was "Puck" before this chapter because they hadn't fully reconnected, as much as he was always "Noah" to Rachel, she still didn't really know him at all anymore. Now she does. Simple as that. Or at least it made sense in my brain.

Next time - Noah and Santana have a conversation, Rachel and Noah spend some more time together and get to know each other more, things progress.