A/N : Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed. My stats appear to be messed up so have no idea how many have stopped by but thanks to you all too. It's perfect encouragement particularly when you're unsure whether a story is good or whether the characters are too OOC. I'm always open to suggestions as well, so do feel free to send them my way if you like.
My only request is that you listen to "Jimmy Radcliffe – Long After Tonight Is All Over" on Youtube or somewhere before, during or after reading this chapter as it was my catalyst for inspiration. Enjoy.
Disclaimer : Not mine, never have been, never will be.
Oh my god, did I just tell Puck to come over here so we can working on a sibling for Lottie and move back in? Maybe the limes were laced with truth telling properties as that's not me. I'm Quinn Fabray, I don't a man to complete me, nor do I need one. I do love the imbecile though, bless him. Better go check my face actually, make sure my mascara hasn't run or anything and maybe splash some water to calm me down a bit. Either the tequila is kicking in again or it's adrenaline. Not sure which one scares me more.
~~PQ~~
Where is this cab? I'm sitting on Mike's porch like a dweeb waiting for it to get here and take me home to my beautiful girls. Once our call finished, I sobered up quicker than Lindsay Lohan going to court and once the tears were wiped off, I freshened up. Colgate on the finger and around the mouth, got rid of the JD scent and a quick spritz of Lynx and the job was done. I'll give it 5 more minutes and then I'm ringing them again to find out what's going on. This is taking too long and it's doing nothing for my nerves. Why did Chang live so far away from Quinn? Phew it's here. Now what the fuck am I letting myself in for?
~~PQ~~
Maybe I should put some matching lingerie on? I've just realised I'm wearing my most comfy bra and knickers but they're going grey and slightly fraying. Then again, wasn't expecting to get any this year, never mind tonight. Maybe he won't be bothered and will be preoccupied with taking them off? He is Puck after all. They always end up on the floor, usually ripped a bit too. He owes me a whole wardrobe of lingerie come to think of it. What a brazen hussy I've turned into and I owe that to him too so maybe we can call it a tie? Why am I rambling in my own thoughts? Acting like some schoolgirl with a crush, get a hold of yourself Quinn.
~~PQ~~
I feel as like a kid again, bouncing in my seat, like I had too much candy floss at the travelling carnival. How does she does this to me when no one else can? Believe me, I've tried to find someone else what with that episode with Mercedes to the fling with Rachel that did nothing for either of us except establish we were both too hung up on someone else. Santana doesn't count because she dumped me for a damn credit report. What was she expecting in Lima? Even the cougars of yesteryear did nothing but pass the time. Plus they paid me, for their "swimming pools" of course, which you'd think would be exciting enough but no, that woman is under my skin and was even before the regrettable housewife pandering.
Probably goes back to her pigtails and the fancy ribbons that they were tied with, all the way back in kindergarten. So easy to remove and it riled her something chronic. The way her eyes would flash angrily and change colour from her usual hazel to this almost feline green. Her eyebrow rising of its own accord. Then the chase around the playground where I always let her tackle me to the floor then flipped her so she'd be under me. Wow, we're already at the destination. Hot damn.
~~PQ~~
Buzz, buzz. Shit, the intercom, it's bound to be him, isn't it? Why does this feel like a first date situation? We never even had a first date, did we? Better let him in and not regress just now, focus on remembering to breathe and maybe get myself a glass of water.
~~PQ~~
Phew, no chat over the intercom, she's just buzzed me in. Come on lift, come on. The butterflies in my belly feel like they've taken up sprinting whilst wearing Doctor Martens. How to approach this? Just showing up on the doorstep and grabbing a hold of her to kiss her senseless is what I want to do but what I probably shouldn't do. Maybe follow her lead and go with it from this.
~~PQ~~
Knock, knock, knock. Gordon Bennett, I've managed to tip half the glass over myself from that. Don't have time to change now, ugh, better let him in and hope he doesn't notice.
~~PQ~~
She's dripping wet and her blouse is clinging to her; have I wandered into a porno shoot? Did the lift take me to an alternate universe? Oh, she's blushing, better say something quick to break the tension and calm us both down. "Sup MILF?" She lets me into the apartment whilst rolling her eyes. No "hi" though. Hmmf.
~~PQ~~
He noticed, of course he noticed, he's Puck, he'd notice it even if it were some 98yr old woman and I'm just standing there catatonic and mentally dribbling while looking at him. With a wet blouse on and completely incoherent, even in my own head. Oh well, I'm screwed one way and another. Here goes nothing.
~~PQ~~
Quinn's taking her blouse off, I repeat she's taking her blouse off. OK so it's wet and she did call me up for a booty call and/or getting our relationship back on track but I wasn't really expecting this. I figured we'd be up chatting for hours and then maybe get Charlotte in the morning to take her out to breakfast as a family. Focus Noah, Quinn's in her bra. That bra I wanted to replace before but she insisted fitted her perfectly and looking at her right now, I can see she has a couple of points.
~~PQ~~
I'm standing in my bra in front of Noah, still slightly drunk, but having missed him so much for so long, I'm past caring about decorum or what a good girl should do. It also feels like the first time, when Lottie was conceived, only with less background noise. Just Puck breathing somewhat heavily and me shivering in excitement, whilst almost half naked.
~~PQ~~
"Puck?", she says breathily.
"Yes, Quinn?", he manages to pant out.
"Can you help me out of this skirt, please?" her voice having changed to a slightly sweeter tone and even more breathy.
"Umm, sure, why not?", he says, walking over to her, whilst scratching at his stubble and wondering if God really is this kind and benevolent.
When he reaches for her zipper at the back, by pulling her to him by the waist and wrapping his arms around her sides, she stands on her tiptoes and places her lips over his and they both feel their stomachs flip. Suddenly Puck remembers that scene from that fruity British playwright's Romeo and Juliet "...Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." and it becomes crystal clear to him just what he meant all those years ago.
He hoists her up on him and carries her through to the bedroom, never once relinquishing her lips, refamiliarising each other's mouths, and without establishing who has the power. Given the way it feels, sexual politics aren't something either wants to get into right now. Eventually, he gently places her on the bed, kissing her forehead and removes his clothes quicker than she would've wanted but the tension is unbearable now as she lays there in just her underwear.
Looking at her in that underwear set, he realises why he's never wanted anyone as much as her. Once you've had heaven on earth, what else is there to look for or find? Trussed up in fancy panties might be exciting once in a while but if there's no connection, they might as well have been grannie pants a la Bridget Jones.
Puck grabs her legs up and begins softly brushing his chin over her inner thighs. The stubble gives her sharp, intensive jolts to her core and with desperation, she starts tugging at her panties. The arrogant smirk on his face would normally make her annoyed but he's taking them off so she can forgive him.
"Oh my fucking Lord, I've missed this."
"I've missed him."
"I've missed her."
"Whatever happens, we're going to make this dysfunction work for us. Ohhhhh sweet Jesus..."
are the last coherent thoughts either of them have before the fireworks start going off.