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So... now I leave you to the new chapter. It's quite long but... what can I say? I felt particularly inspired!
Noah just went in the main hall full of women but looking just for his one. He stayed behind to pee so he was alone right now, facing the crowded club. He was making his way towards the crowd when he felt someone grab his arm and say with a nasal, sugar-coated voice "Hello handsome". He rolled his eyes when he recognized Kitty's voice. He was sick of her: from the first time they met there, when he turned her down, she went at the club to try her moves on her every single working night. Every. Single. One.
He would have hated it when he was single (he stayed the fuck away from such clingy women) and he hated even more now that he had Rachel. So, he turned on his heels to face her and, with an annoyed look, said "What the hell do you want today, woman? Have you any other men to stalk? Because, seriously, I'm getting quite sick of your mousey face".
Kitty flashed him what she thought was a sexy smile and told him while passing a finger on his chest up and down "Oh baby, don't play hard to get. I know that you want me. I know you want to do bad thing with me". He grabbed her wrist and pull it away from his body. With his voice filled with irritation, he stated "You're fucking delusional". But she freed her wrist and, with a quick movement, she grabbed him by his collar and her mouth was immediately on his.
He was shocked and it took a bit for him to realise what was happening. When he did, he put one hand on her forehead and pushed her away. "Listen to me, you little stalker. You came close to me again or I'll see you again here and, I swear to God, I'll press charge" he hissed and called for Azimio so he could throw her out of there.
She blinked at him surprised of his reaction and stutter "W-what are you t-talking about? You want me!", making him laugh out loud and answer "You're bat-shit crazy! I wouldn't touch your fugly ass even with a 5 feet pole!". As soon as Azimio arrived, Puck told him to get her the fuck out of there; so, the big black man grabbed her from her arm and dragged her out while she was stomping and making high-pitched yells.
Puck closed his eyes and took a long breath, passing his hands first on his Mohawk and then down his face. He started to walk towards the table but, once it came in sight, he couldn't find his sexy girlfriend so he immediately asked "Where's Rach?".
Santana started to yell in Spanish and was trying to kick him but she was held by a furious looking Finn, who, even if he wanted to kill the man, didn't want to make a scene at the club. So he hissed "Puck, dressing room, NOW!" and walked dragging Santana with him. Noah and the others followed the two behind the curtain, down the hallway and then inside the room.
When the door was closed, he told "Now, someone can tell me what the fuck is wrong with crazy face over there", pointing at Santana "and tell me where my girlfriend is?". Santana growled and answered "I don't know what the hell did you do, but you're going to regret that. She went to look for you and, when she came back, she was crying and just ran away! So, now, I'm asking you, fucktard, what the hell have you done for her to react like that".
Noah's eyes grew exponentially and his heart stopped in his chest. He fell on the couch behind him and grabbed his head in his hands muttering under his breath.
Rachel saw the kiss between him and Kitty. She saw it all.
He felt like all his world was tumbling down. His throat went a little bit tighter and he felt like his eyes were getting misty.
A light weight sat next to him and someone put a hand on his shoulder. "Puck" Brittany's gentle voice said "Would you tell us what happen, please?". He waited to regain control of himself and then replied "Kitty kissed me and, I guess, Rachel saw that". He shook his head and lean his back on the couch covering his eyes with his forearms.
He could feel his friends' reaction at the news, especially the boys who knew Kitty and her crazy obsession for the hazel-eyed man. Then a voice caught his attention "Did you kiss her back?". Noah straightened up and he stared to Santana, who was looking at him with a straight face. He sighed and told her "No... it lasted just a couple of seconds! As soon as I realized what the fuck was going on, I pushed her away and told her that if she would ever come close to me again I would press charges".
She nodded thoughtfully and looked at Finn for a confirm, as if she didn't really know if she could really trust him. Finn was staring at the mohawked man, without saying a word. When he finally decided to speak, he said with a very serious voice "I believe you". Puck and Finn was staring at one and Santana looked at her best friend's brother and nodded. She trusted his opinion and she knew that Finn would kick his ass otherwise so, if he said that he trusted him, Santana would follow his lead as well. Moreover, even a blind man could see how much Puck loved Rachel and no way in hell he would jeopardize their relationship for a common whore.
The Latina closed her eyes, inhaled deeply from her nostrils and pinched the bridge of her nose. Then she opened her eyes and, with a firm voice, stated "You're going to fix this. Right now. I don't care if you're still working or some bullshit like that". The others nodded and Sam said "I can cover for you, man. Go, find her and fix this mess, alright?". Puck nodded and clapped a hand on his best friend's and thanked him.
He was about to get out of the room when Finn stopped him and told him "Wait, Puck!", making the mohawked man turn. The tall one threw him the keys for his and Rachel's place and shot his a small goofy grin and, before Noah disappeared, pleaded "Please, don't make me regret this".
The hazel-eyed man looked at him and nodded seriously. He wouldn't fuck it up, especially if it meant losing Rachel.
Rachel was lying in her bed, curled under the thick blanket, and was sobbing. The ache from her broken heart made it hard to breath and crying was the only thing she could do but even the hiccups and the salty taste of her tears couldn't keep her mind away from the stream of thoughts in it.
She believed him; he told her that he loved her and she believed him. What a fool she was; she gave him her heart and he stomped on it like it was nothing. He promised her that he wouldn't hurt her; sure he also told her that he would probably fuck it up but she trusted him, she knew that he was so much more than what he thought he was and this was one of the reason why it hurts so bad. Because their relationship was built on trust. But how could she trust him anymore? How could she when he was at the club kissing other women? Dancing and stripping, she could deal with that because, at the end of the day (or of the night, in this case), she was the one he kissed goodnight, she was the one he held in his arm and she was the one he made love to. But now, every time he would go to work, she would think of that kiss. Was that woman the only one he kissed since their relationship started? Or was it something that he usually do? She felt sick at the mere thought.
She didn't know what to do: on one hand, she wanted to hate him and call him names but, on the other one, she loved him. She loved him like she had never loved anyone before and this fact was tearing her heart apart. This emotional distress just made Rachel cry harder and curl a little bit further under the security of the blankets.
Twenty minutes later, Puck ran out of the cab and towards the stairs, taking three steps at the time. He had to talk to Rachel as soon as possible. He had to explain and make it clear to her that she was the only one that matter to him.
He opened the door and entered in the very quite apartment, looking for Rachel but he didn't see her in the living room. The only clue that she was there were her abandoned shoes and her coat resting on the couch. But, in the silence, he heard some sobs, that made his heart clenched, coming from her bedroom.
He went for the handle but she had locked the door; so he started to knock on it and said "Babe? Please, Rach, let me in. Let me explain!". But Rachel's broken voice yelled from the inside "Go away, Puck!".
Puck. She just called him Puck and he had never hated his nickname so much as in that moment.
Noah rested his forehead on the cold wood of the door and pleaded her "Rachel, please. I didn't kiss her, she kissed me! I love you!". After some seconds from his statement, he heard her unlock the door and his heart felt a little bit lighter but, when she opened abruptly the door and slapped him right in the face, it fell down in his stomach again.
Rachel glared at him with fire in her eyes and stated "Do not lie to me, Noah Puckerman! Don't you dare!" but Noah shook his head fiercely and replied "Fuck Rach! I'm not lying to you! You're the only one I have ever loved! I swear I stopped her as soon as I realised what the fuck was going on… It's not my fault crazy chicks jump on me because of what I do for living!".
Rachel was standing in front of him with her arms crossed in front of her stomach and tears on her beautiful face. Puck tried to touch her and hold her but she refused to be touch by him and it was like she gave him another slap, a more painful one. After a brief silence, Rachel said between sobs "So, I guess, I just can't be on your lifestyle".
Puck felt like throwing up. Was she saying what he think she was saying? Was she really breaking up with him? He shook his head frantically and started to mutter "No, no, no" while she kept going "I don't want to be hurt because you can't separate your professional life from your personal one. It hurts too much".
At that, Noah exploded "Bullshit, Rachel. This is fucking bullshit! Am I the Puckerone right now talking to you? Hell no! Rach, I'm not my lifestyle!", making the petite brunette reply "Do you really believe what you're saying right now?".
He stared at her shocked but then answered "Yes, I do. And do you want to know why I do? Because you made me believe it! Because you said that I was so much more than just a nice body! Because I am worthy enough to love and to be loved by someone like you!". He put his hands on his head and tried to calm down before adding "Please, don't break up with me because a skank kissed me. Please. We're so much more than that".
That little speech made Rachel crumble down, both literally and figuratively. She leaned on the nearest wall and slid down until she was seated on the floor. She was sobbing loudly and tears were falling free. With pain in her voice, she said "I love you so much, Noah. And I really wish to just forget everything that happened tonight, but I can't. I can barely look at you right now. I don't know what to do".
Puck kneeled down in front of her and wiped away the tears that he didn't notice he had in his eyes too. His hands itched from the desire to touch her but he wanted to give her space so he just told her, with a trembling voice "Please, don't give up on me. On us. I love you". She stared into his beautiful hazel eyes and stated "I need time to think. Please, give me time because I really don't know if I can trust you again".
He nodded with sadness in his heart; he owed it to her after the mess they were in because of him and that crazy bitch of a stalker. However, he asked "Can I at least call you?". She shook her head and replied "No, I just need some time by myself to think it through. I'll call you when I'll figure it out".
He couldn't resist anymore so he kissed her forehead sweetly and buried his hand on her hair before getting up and saying "Alright, I'll leave some time to figure it out. But, please, remember that you're my fucking everything, babe. I will do anything to win your trust back. Anything. Give me another chance. I love you, Rachel". With that, he went out of the apartment, leaving a sobbing Rachel on the floor.
He locked the main door and put the key under the mat for Finn later that night and jumped on the first available cab, directed to his apartment. There was no way in hell he could mentally survive at the rest of the night at work. He just wanted to take a hot shower and pretend that tonight was a fucking nightmare.
Once he laid on his bed, he tried to pretend he didn't miss her cuddle next to him, or the sweet scent of her shampoo or the way they would talk in hushed tones before falling asleep. But the pain was too much for him to handle and, alone in his apartment, he started to cry for the first since the night he had to give Beth away.
After that night, Rachel was the shadow of the bubbly woman she had always been. The only times she dragged herself out of bed were when she had to go to class (she wouldn't let her broken heart ruin her academic performance), since she quit her job at the diner and rehearsals wouldn't start for another two weeks.
The rest of the time, she would just lay in her bed, "Where does my heart beat now" on repeat and boxes upon boxes of Kleenex around her. She was barely eating and no matter how many times Finn and her friends begged her to go out with them, she would stay into the safe cocoon that was her bedroom.
Finn and Santana had never seen her like that for none of her previous break-ups: usually she would throw herself in her studies or in other activities, keeping her mind and body occupied. They knew how to act with hyperactive Rachel but this moping Rachel was totally new and they didn't know what to do to help her. And the also grew tired of the song; okay, it was a great song but she listened to it at least a thousand times a day and Finn had to physically hold Santana and convince her that break the CD into pieces wouldn't do any good to Rachel.
Puck was dealing with it the only way he knew how: punching bag, weightlifting, silence, sulking and a lot to Jack Daniels. He barely talked to his friends and, when he did, his words were full of sarcasm, anger and bitterness but, since he knew that they had nothing to do with his crappy situation, he just preferred to shut up and not take it out on them.
Even at work his behaviour changed: instead of talking with the clients after his performances, he would just stay in the dressing room, sipping at his drink. Of course, it leaded to some heated arguments with Schue, who was still weird as fuck and totally out of his mind (some of the guys started to thinking that he was on drugs because of the way he acted). The owner would bitch around how he should find his old self so he could start acting as a professional instead of crying over a fucking whore who just dumped his sorry ass. The guys had to stop the mohawked man from breaking the curly-haired man's face after that statement.
The only thing that kept him sane while waiting for a sign from Rachel was hitting the gym. For hours, with rock music blasting in his ears and alone, he would express his frustration pushing his body until it burned, until his mental pain would turn into a physical one.
He barely went out with his friends since the all mess blew up in his face, he really didn't feel like going out and having fun if he couldn't share it with the person he cared the most.
So you could understand his surprise when, two weeks after all went to shit between him and Rachel, he opened the door of his and Sam's place and was met by the sight of one Santana Lopez.
He immediately narrowed his eyes at her and he didn't even utter any words that Santana already invited herself in and started to walk towards the hallway that lead to the bedroom, acknowledging Sam with a quick nod. The only thing Puck could do was closing the door and following her. He found her standing in the hallway, looking at him as she asked and pointed at the two closed doors "Which ones is yours?". Without saying a word, he walked further in the hallway and opened his bedroom's door, going in and sitting on his bed. The Latina entered in the room as well and closed the door behind her.
"How can I help you, Santana?" he asked as he stared at Rachel's best friend, who was standing in front of him with her arms crossed on her chest and answered "It's about Rachel".
He froze in the spot and, with a worried voice, he questioned "Is there something wrong with her? Is she okay? Is she sick or something?". The woman sighed deeply and shook her head before she started to talk "She's a fucking mess, Puck. I've never seen her like that in all our years of friendship. She barely eats and I'm sure she lost at least a couple of pounds. When she's not crying, she's staring at the ceiling while she listens to Celine fucking Dion. You have to fix this, Puck".
His already broken heart broke in smaller pieces as Santana spoke but he didn't know how to help her so he said defeated "I don't know how I can help her. I'm doing what she asked me: I'm giving her space until she understand what she wants" but that made Santana scoff and walk towards him with fire in her eyes "Oh, for fuck's sake, Puck! Don't be a fucking pussy and get your woman back! Don't stand there just moping around, do something! Find the balls you handed to her and fight! I'm tired to see her like that. We all are! That is not our Rachel and we want her back. So, are you done being a fucking pussy and ready to get Operation: Puckleberry Reunion on track?".
Santana was right and he knew that immediately so he stood up and he nodded convincingly and smiled for the first time in weeks. He had to come up with a kickass plan to win her back but he already had a great idea so, smirking at the Latina, he said "I have an idea but I will need a hand from all of you".
Santana smirked back at him and stated "We're all in. So what do you, princess, have in mind?".
Rachel blinked her eyes open and stretched her arms before sit up and rub her eyes. She would love to stay in bed but she had to be in perfect time at NYADA because the first lesson of the day was with Cassandra July and she didn't want to give her any other reasons to hate her.
She arrived at the Academy and went to the changing room, where all the lockers were. She turned the right combination in the lock, making it click, and, when she opened it, she was surprised to see a Starbucks cup in the centre shelf. She frowned a little and looked around the room to see who could had put it there but none of her friends were there.
She grabbed it and almost dropped it when she read what was written in the paper strip around the cup: in a very familiar writing, she read "'Are you ready for this?' 'Let's kick some ass!' …Kick her ass, Babe. XO" and a chuckle left her lips. Rachel remembered very much the evening when she and Noah exchanged those words. They were at Santana and Brittany's place for Game Night and they said it before their turn in Pictionary; she still remembered his laughter after she cussed and the way he hugged her afterwards stating that she was 'fucking hot when she had a potty mouth'.
She took off the top from the cup and inhaled the sweet scent of non-fat soy cappuccino with cocoa powder on top (She would usually prefer Tea but, to face the beast, she needed all the energy possible and he knew that).
Rachel smiled and passed a finger on his messy handwriting while a little tear escaped from her eye. She sniffed and wiped the watery trail it left behind and started to get ready for class. She knew that she missed him immensely and this little gesture made her miss him even more. However, she didn't feel ready to face him or forgive him yet.
Before leaving the changing room, she slid down the strip of paper and put it in the internal pocket of her bag, keeping it safe. She walked to class with a little smile and waved at some of her classmate, who was already warming up, while sipping at the treat Noah sent her.
Kurt arrived when she was already halfway with her exercises. He waved at her and chirped "Good morning, Diva! How are you in this fine morning?", making her smile and tell him about what she found in her locker. He swooned and gushed about the gesture, saying to her "The man is a fighter and he would do anything to win you back. I can see your walls crumbling down already. You know you love him and I really wish you'd make up your mind soon so we can have our Puckleberry back!". She shook her head good-heartedly and laughed at Kurt's statement.
She had to wait for other 5 days to get a new surprise from Noah.
It was movie night for her and Santana and the two were so tired that they fell asleep on the couch. It was past midnight when the petite brunette woke up with her throat dried so she tried to move as lightly as possible, since her friend seemed so peaceful in her sleep, and got a drink.
She got up, sent a brief text to Brittany to inform her that the Latina would sleep over that night and turned off the TV before heading to the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of water and walked to her room sipping at it. Absent-mindedly, she threw the bottle on her bed and took a blanket from her closet; she came back in the living room and covered her best friend, pecking her forehead and whispering "Sleep tight, Tana".
She re-entered in her bedroom and went for the bottle just to see that it landed on an envelope that Rachel was sure wasn't there that afternoon. She sat down and took it in her hands, checking if there were any hints about who might had sent it to her or how on Earth did it end up on her bed but she had such no luck so the only thing left to do was to open it.
Her heart beat a little bit faster and a wide smile appeared on her face when, from the envelope, she slid out a cheesy card with two kittens on it. On the front of the card, there was written "Roses are red, violets are blue" in a loopy type that made Rachel laugh a little (she would had paid gold to see Noah pick up the card at the store!) but she was curious about what was written in the inside so she opened the card. The inside was completely white but Noah had written "I miss you" so that it occupied both the two blank pages of the card.
She put it on the nightstand next to the strip of paper from the coffee cup and she looked at them from her place under the blankets with a smile on her lips. A thought passed her mind, making her take a decision; she sat up abruptly, grabbed her phone and keyed a text for Noah. She knew that he was at work and he probably wouldn't answer immediately but maybe it was better that way.
To: Noah "I miss you too. A lot. I just need a little more time to clear up my mind. But thank you for the coffee and the card (I always knew you secretively loved kittens in cards too), I really appreciated them and it was very sweet of you. Good night. XO"
She fell asleep with her head full of thoughts about their relationship and wondering what she was supposed to do. Why was love so darn complicated?
In the morning, with the smell of coffee filling the house, she woke up and immediately checked her phone, finding a text from Puck indeed.
From: Noah "I'll wait 4 you as long as u want if that means having u back in my arms. I miss u so fucking much, babe. I think I'm going insane. I love you (and, if it means having + chances to win u back, then I love sappy kittens in cards 2)"
She grinned at the text and got out of her comfy bed, paddling her way to the kitchen and smiling brightly when Santana's groggy voice greeted her with a "Fuck, B. How the hell can you be so bubbly at this awful hour of the dawn?!". The petite brunette shrugged and pecked her cheek, sipping contentedly at the tea that her friend already prepared for her while losing herself in her thoughts. She missed the little smirk that played on the Latina's face when she went for another sip of her coffee. It seemed like Rachel was coming back to her usual self and Santana couldn't be happier: she really missed her best friend.
In the following days, Rachel and Noah exchanged some texts throughout the days and they never failed to put a smile on both of her faces.
One day, he wrote her a cryptic text, telling her to go to " Toys' R' Us" and ask for Lauren Zizes. She immediately asked him what he had in mind but he simply wrote her to trust him. So she inhaled deeply, put a jacket on and walked to the store. She didn't want to take a cab since April was approaching and the weather improving: it was a wonderful sunny day even if the cold still pinched her rosy cheeks.
When she arrived at the store, she looked around for an employee. Finally, she spotted a big woman with big glasses perched on her nose. She seemed quite intimidating but Rachel walked to her and asked nicely "Excuse me, may I ask you something?". The large woman just stood there, checking the petite brunette (making Rachel squirm a bit under her scrutiny), and told her "So, what's the question Polly Pocket?".
Rachel frowned and replied "I was told to ask for miss Lauren Zizes. Can you tell me where I may find her?". The intimidating woman tapped on her tag, where the brown-eyed woman read "LAUREN". Oh… so she was Lauren Zises… Well, Noah could had chosen a more polite employee to assist him, that's for sure.
However, Rachel smiled at Lauren and told her "Oh, so you're miss Zizes. I was sent here by Noah Puckerman and he told me to just ask for you so…". She didn't finish the speech that Zizes turned on her heels and started to walk away, leaving Rachel staring dumbfounded at her. She spent a couple of seconds unsure on what to do but then she decided to follow the rude employee. How on Earth did she get that job? Shouldn't clerks be always polite? If she wouldn't be focused on the task in hand, Rachel would definitely fill a complaint note to her director.
Lauren stopped so abruptly that the petite woman almost bumped against the other's large back. The rude woman turned to talk to her and simply said "Wait here, smurfette. I'll be right back". Rachel narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, tapping with her foot impatiently: she really couldn't wait to get out of the store and never see that obnoxious woman ever again. How did she dare call her smurfette? Had she never hear about politeness and kindness? Guess not.
Zizes returned with a teddy bear in her hand. She barely handed it to Rachel when she said "This is yours. Goodbye" before disappearing in one of the aisles.
Rachel took a good look at the teddy bear and smiled. It was a light brown, fluffy teddy bear but he was the teddy bear version of Puck: on his chubby face, black sunglasses were put so they would hide his cute plastic eyes and he wore a leather jacket. The jacket left his tummy in sight and, instead of the belly button, he had a red spot that had written on it "Push Me".
The petite woman tentatively pushed the tummy of the teddy bear and gasped when she heard Noah's voice come from inside the plush toy and say clearly "I love you, Babe". She pushed again and, this time, his voice said "I fucking miss you, Rach" (at which she rolled her eyes… Of course, he would make the teddy bear say some sort of curse!). With a third firm push, the teddy bear said with the familiar deep voice "Please, forgive me".
Rachel's eyes got a little bit misty and then she bolted out of that place and tried to catch a cab. When she finally got in one and told the driver the address, she checked her phone and hoped she was still on time.
She just put foot out of the car when she noticed two familiar heads walking in the opposite direction. Rachel ran to reach for them and, when she was at less then 9 feet from them, she yelled "Noah!".
Puck froze on the spot before slowly turning. He smiled widely when he saw his Rachel with an equally bread smile running towards him. She jumped in his arms and the two kissed like there was no tomorrow, tongues escaping and teeth pulling and biting. He was holding her tight against his body while her legs and arms were wrapped around him, leaving no room between them.
Sam stood there awkwardly until he fake-coughed and asked his roommate "I guess you're not coming today at the gym, right?". The mohawked man grunted something while still sucking Rachel's face off, which Sam took as an affirmative answered so he nod with straight face before saying "Very well… Rachel, it's a pleasure seeing you again, you've been missed". This time, she whimpered a sort of reply for the blonde man since she was too busy biting Puck's lower lip.
Sam stood a couple of minutes before he said "Oh, for the love of God! Go inside, I don't want to get you two out of jail for lewd acts in public space!". When the two lovebirds didn't move at all, Sam rolled his eyes and tugged his best friend's jacket, taking them in the hall if their building. He continued to drag them, warning Puck for every step in the way, until they arrived in front of the elevator.
As soon as the electronic door opened, the blonde shove them in it with delicacy and pushed the button for their floor, stepping outside before the door closed and saying with a smile "Remember to get out when the bell rings and have safe fun, kids!".
The two kept kissing until their lungs were burning and begging desperately for her. With heavy breath, the two kept that position while looking into each other eyes. Puck leaned himself against the wall of the elevator, squeezing her hands and the teddy bear between the cold surface and his warm body. In the silence, they heard his voice say "I love you, Babe", which make the both of them laugh out loud.
When the laughter subside, Noah looked at her in the eyes and asked her "Are you real?". The elevator door opened and she was still settled in his embrace. While he started to walk out, she pecked his cheek and nodded, brushing gently the tip of her nose against his light unshaved skin.
She breathed deeply his scent, feeling a smile appearing on his face. He opened the door and closed it behind them before bringing back their lips together and starting to kiss her heatedly again.
They rip each other's clothes off and the only time they slowed down a little was when she told him that she wanted to put Teddy down – making Puck whine like a kid. She took off her panties and jeans, came back to him and pushed him on the bed, kissing him hungrily and feeling his hands squeeze her ass.
He bit her shoulders, shooting the zone right after with his tongue, while their hips started to rub against the other, making them both hissed and moan. She grabbed his lobe between her teeth while she freed his shaft and begged him for a condom.
He laid on his back so he could reach the nightstand and the package of prophylactic but growled when he felt her tugged his nipple ring while sucking the other. He stayed like that with the foil package in his hand wanting to enjoy her smooth tongue on him but she reached for his hand and took the package. She ripped it open and slid it down his length, impaling herself. They both hissed and sucked a breath, both adjusting at each other again, before she started to ride him again.
It wasn't sweet, or romantic, they would have time for that later. It was almost animalistic. They barely speak to each other; the only sound in the room were the clap of their bodies when they met in trusts and their moans.
He brought himself up so he could wrap an arm around her and cup one of her breast in his hand. She grabbed his face and the two kissed deeply. They kept kissing until she reached the orgasm, when she had to detach herself from his mouth and bit forcefully his shoulder instead of yelling too loud his name. He felt her muscles tighten around his shaft and he followed her right after, moaning her name and holding her so tight that he was sure he left some marks on her.
They waited for their heartbeats to calm a little bit and then he slid on his bed, until he could lay completely on it with her on him. Gently, he turned on his side so her side was laying on the bed too before sliding out of her and kissing her sweetly.
He got up and got rid of the condom pretty quickly; he wanted to go back to her, he wanted to be sure that she was real in his arms and that everything was okay between them. So he re-entered in his room and laid down next to her, hugging her tight and letting her tangle her long perfect legs around his.
She buried her nose in his chest and pecked it lovingly, making him sigh deeply and kiss her crown. Tentatively, he said "So… are we good? Please, tell me that we are and that was not goodbye sex". His voice was so sweet that she grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him slowly before saying "I love you, Noah. I can't lose you. These weeks were just… awful. Being away from you drove me crazy. So, yes, we are good but…". She sat up, and passed her hands on her face.
Noah frowned and sat up too, facing her, and invited her to go on so she continued "But… You have to promise me that what happened that night will never ever happen again. It's already hard for me to know that I have to share you with thousand of women; I can't think that you're kissing other women too. So tell me now if you can do that or if it's better for us to part". The last part was almost said in a whisper and Puck felt like he was the biggest asshole on earth.
He said to her "Come here, babe", waiting to have her curled between his legs and with her face on his chest before keep going "I just want you, Rach. It won't happen ever again. Never. I will do anything not to fuck it up ever again. It was like living hell being without you. You're my endgame, B".
Rachel started to silently cry against his chest while he rocked her and whispered sweet reassurances against her hair. After a couple of minutes, she sniffed and, while her hands were caressing his bare back and feeling the tone muscles, said "It hurt a lot, Noah. Please, don't do that to me again". He shook his head, stated "I won't. I promise. Believe me" and repeated it until she nod slightly.
Noah laid down again still holding her and they talked in hushed tones until they fell asleep with a smile on their face. Finally they were together and it felt like the holes in their hearts were filled again.
I couldn't keep them away from one another... It was phisically painful for me to write the first part of this chapter!
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