The drive to Callie's house is quiet. Puck lets his thigh rest against hers during the drive. He needs to feel her touching him.
He feels her hand brush the top of his thigh every once in a while, brushing at the dirt on her jeans. He can barely keep the tremble of his leg under control.
He pulls the truck to a stop beside her Camaro, putting it in park. Puck can feel her body shaking next to his.
"Are you sure about me being here?" Noah gently holds her hand in his own.
"Yes. I am just scared that I am going to do something that will make you walk away. I've never had a guy over. I have only been with a guy once and that was a long time ago." Callie never looks at Puck keeping her gaze on their hands.
"You don't date?" Puck is dumbstruck at what she just told him.
"No, not since him. He hurt me pretty bad and I just didn't want to get hurt again." She knows what she is saying isn't a lie but it isn't the whole truth either. She just isn't saying the name of the boy that hurt her.
"So why did you want to go out with me?" Puck asks simply.
"You asked me and I thought you were cute." The answer is simple enough and Puck seems to accept it.
Callie thinking to herself
And now I am falling for you, the person that I wanted to hurt back. What have I done? I never thought he could make me feel like this. I thought I would hate his touch but I don't, I want more of it.
"So, is the offer still good; about cleaning up my face?" Puck hopes she doesn't change her mind.
Callie jerks her head up to look in his eyes.
"Yes, it is. I would like it if you would come in", she shyly smiles at him.
Puck opens the truck door and they both step out.
They walk to the front porch and Callie reluctantly pulls her hand away from Puck's to unlock the door.
Puck knew the house looked huge on the outside but once they step through the front door, he is blown away.
The living room is so large. A fireplace at one end and a baby grand piano sitting in the corner beside it.
Puck walks over to the piano gently stroking the keys, a soft melody drifts from the strings.
Callie is shocked that he can actually play.
"A jock that plays football and piano?"
"Uh, yeah my dad taught me before he left and Ma kept up the lessons for a while." Puck smiles genuinely for just a moment at the memories.
"I'll go get the first aid kit. I think it is in the kitchen." Callie makes a quick escape. Can this get anymore fucked up and sappy for me?
Callie is lost in her thoughts and doesn't realize that Puck has followed her into the kitchen. She is reaching for the first aid kit when she feels a hard body lean into hers.
"Here let me get that for you." Noah's voice sounds so deep and the breath of each word falls on her hair.
She watches the well defined muscles play across his arm as he reaches for the red box.
Callie isn't aware of the moment her body leans back against Puck's. She isn't aware of anything until she feels him wrap his arms around her waist and she leans her head back on his chest.
Puck nuzzles his face in her hair, smelling the jasmine and soft smell of her perfume. It fills his mind, he wants to remember everything about her.
They don't know how long they stay in that embrace, it is only broken when Puck drops the first aid kit onto the floor.
"Um, you can sit in the chair," she motions to the one at the head of the table and reaches down to pick up the red box.
Puck walks over to the chair and plops down in it. He watches her move around the kitchen getting a warm bowl of water and a wash cloth sitting all items on the table next to him.
"I'll be right back", she tells him as she disappears in another room.
She returns with a clean button up shirt for Puck. It's light blue with short sleeves. She drapes it over the back of one of the other chairs.
"I will try not to hurt you. Let me know if I do." Callie begins to clean the dried blood and dirt from Puck's face.
Puck closes his eyes enjoying the gentle ministrations that she is giving him. The cool touch of the wet rag, her body brushing up against his.
"This may sting a bit." She tells him as she start wiping the split above his eye with a cotton ball doused in alcohol.
As she glides the cotton ball over the wound, Puck winces at the burning sensation.
"Shit!"
She jerks her hand away, "I'm sorry."
Puck reaches for her hand saying, "It's okay. Go ahead and finish", pulling her hand back to his face.
Callie moves on to the next wound and repeats. She then puts butterfly bandages on to help keep the wound closed.
She moves the dirty bowl to the sink and rinses it out, while Puck throws away the trash from the table. He stands behind her, letting his hands rest gently on her waist.
Puck can feel her body trembling underneath his hands. He turns her to face him looking into her green eyes. He sees fear, trust, desire. He presses his lips softly to her forehead, holding them there for a few seconds.
He feels her hands move to his shirt and can feel her fingers slipping the buttons through holes of his shirt. She starts talking really fast.
"I can put this in the wash and maybe the blood wont stain your shirt. I laid one of my dad's shirts for you on the back of that chair. I thought you might want to go and grab a bite to eat and you will scare anyone around us in a bloody dirty shirt."
Puck gently stills both of her hands in his own against his chest.
"Callie breath. Relax please. You are going to bust a vein or something." The low rumble of his laughter tumbles over her head.
She takes a deep breath and relaxes against him.
"Sorry."
She takes another deep breath and steps away from him, walking over to the clean shirt. She picks it up and hands towards Puck.
Callie can only stare as Puck slips the dirty shirt off. She looks at the chiseled abs, the defined chest and the light dusting of dark hair leading down to….
She jerks her gaze back up to his face, the hot blush creeping all the way up to her hair. She knows he is watching her by the faint blush creeping into his cheeks. Why the hell is he blushing?
Puck starts to blush, he doesn't understand it. Most women look at him with lust filled eyes, a dirty kind of lust. That's not what he sees in Callie's eyes and it causes him to become self conscious.
He sees a different type of desire, one that is fueled with innocence and fear. He knows that she is afraid of wanting him.
He takes the offered shirt from her, slips it on and buttons it mid way. It's a little bit big on him, reminds him of Finn's shirts. Okay that means her Dad is big and tall. Damn…
Callie walks over to the refrigerator.
"Have you ever had a picnic at night?'
Her head is poked into the refrigerator moving things around inside of it.
"Uh, no I haven't. I don't think I have ever been on a picnic at all." Puck would be a liar if he said he wasn't enjoying the view of her perky ass.
"Would you like to go on one in the back yard? I have fruit, some lunch meat, cheese, crackers and a bottle of good wine."
The closest he has ever been on a picnic is eating a burger in the parking lot of the school.
"Okay. What do I need to do?" Puck walks up behind her, it takes every bit of his self control not to reach out and stroke the curve of her hips.
"Go grab two blankets from the couch and I will fix up the food."
Callie starts pulling containers out of the refrig. Strawberries, grapes, sliced cheese, shaved turkey breast, crackers, and a bottle of white wine. She places them into a basket. She places two wine glasses in too.
Puck walks back into the kitchen carrying two large blankets and watches her fill the basket. He follows her out the backdoor.
Callie flips a switch as she walks out the back door, the backyard is softly illuminated by lights. They are around the shrubs and a small gazebo in the middle of the yard.
Puck stops and stares at the set up. Its not gaudy or tacky. Its just right.
He follows her to the gazebo and spreads the blankets out on the floor.
Callie raises on of the benches and pushes a button. Jazz floats out softly from overhead speakers.
She sits down on the top step and slips her shoes off. She looks up and catches Puck staring at her.
"Um, I like being barefoot." She says with an embarrassed smile.
Puck sits on the bench and takes his boots and socks off. What the hell, I like being barefoot too.
They both sit on the blankets. Puck leans back against the bench while Callie empties the basket of the food and wine.
"Would you pour the wine?" Her voice is soft and blends with the music.
He reaches for the wine, pulls the cork out and pours it into the glasses.
"My Dad built this for me. It's my place to think, to escape, to dream. He's gone so much with his job that sometimes in the spring and summer, I sleep out here."
Puck notices the faraway look in her eyes. He reaches over taking her hand and pulling her closer to him. She doesn't pull away. He softly kisses her cheek.
"You know I have never done any of this with a girl before." Puck takes a sip of the wine and finds out it not that bad.
"You've never got in a fight at a party before over a girl?" Callie looks at him in surprise.
"No, I mean, yeah." Shit, just tell her the truth Puckerman.
"I've beat guys up over being mean to their own girlfriends or my little sister, but never a girl that I have gone out with." He runs a hand through his Mohawk.
"This is the first picnic I have ever been on too. I like it Callie and I like you." Puck looks down at the wine glass in his hand and then back up to Callie.
"I like you too Puck." She gently places her hand on his knee feeling the warmth of his body.
They eat and talk quietly about everything and nothing. After their second glass of wine, a slow song starts playing and Puck asks her to dance. She nods a yes.
He leads her out to the grassy yard, slipping one arm around her waist and pulling her hand to his chest with the other.
Their bodies slowly sway to the soft music, totally in tune with each other. The grass soft under their feet.
Puck has never danced with someone like this, barefoot and in the grass.
Puck dips his head down and captures her lips with his, letting his tongue trace her bottom lip. He suckles it for a moment. Hearing her moan he pulls back and looks into her half closed eyes.
Callie sees the hunger in Puck's eyes. She can feel his need against her body. He lowers his head again kissing her, but this time when she moans he slowly invades her mouth tasting her.
Puck feels her arms slide around his neck, and she is kissing him back with a fierce passion. He feels her tongue explore his own mouth.
The soft taste of wine and strawberries glaze their tongues. The kisses become more heated, more urgent.
Puck wraps both of his arms around her waist and lifts her body up to mold against his. He feels her arms wrap tightly around his neck, holding on. He breaks the kiss long enough to make her more comfortable against his body.
"Wrap your legs around my waist." His voice is deep and laced with need, his hands cupping the firm cheeks of her ass.
Callie has one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, the other is buried in the thick hair of his Mohawk. She feels his lips move to her neck, nipping and sucking the pulse point making her throw her head back with a moan.
Puck carries her back to the gazebo and gently lowers them both to the blankets. He looks into her eyes for any sign that she wanted to stop, he found none.
Their kisses are slower, deeper now. Trembling hands removing shirts, searching, touching with such tenderness. Her breasts fit Puck's hands as he squeezes the firm mounds, letting his rough thumbs tease her buds to a taut hardness.
He wraps his lips first around on taut bud then the other, suckling each until she moans and arches her back. His lips trail down her ribs, his tongue leaving a wet path behind.
Puck keeps the wet path going until he reaches the top of her jeans. He splays his hand against the curve of her hip letting it slide slowly down her thigh and back up to rest her between her partially spread legs.
He starts rubbing slow circles with the palm of his hand. He presses a little harder when he hears the moan escape her lips. He removes her jeans and the black lacy thong.
He looks at the beautiful creature laying bare in front of him, the soft lights making her skin glow. He gently moves her hands away when she tries to cover herself.
He looks into her dark green eyes. "you're so beautiful'.
He slowly kisses her lips, his hand slipping between her legs. He pulls back from the kiss when he feels how tight she is against his fingers.
"Callie are sure you have been with someone, cause it doesn't feel like it." Puck looks into her eyes and sees the fear.
"It only happened once Puck and that was a really long time ago." She looks away from his eyes, afraid to see the rejection she knew was there.
"Callie I don't want to hurt you and I don't want to do anything that you're not ready for either." He cups her face and turns it so that he is looking into her eyes. "I meant what I said earlier, I have never felt like this about someone until tonight. I just want to make sure this is what you want."
"Puck I want this, I want you." Her voice quivers with need. "I have never felt like this either."
He kisses her then with everything in his being, she clutches at him. She whimpers when he pulls away from the kiss.
Callie watches as Puck stands to take off his jeans, she raises up on her knees and places her shaking hands on the button. Puck moves his hands away. He watches as she tugs the button free and groans as the zipper is pulled down freeing his hard member.
She gasps at the sight of it. He is huge. She pulls his jeans down and he steps out of them. Her hand reaches out and hesitantly slides over his length. She hears him groan and feels his hand in her hair.
With her face is only inches from his hard member, she lets both of her hands wander over his abs. Then leaning forward she gently rubs her cheek against his smooth stomach.
Callie places wet kisses along the trail of soft black hair from his belly button to the base of him. The touch of her soft cheek against his length causing him to whimper.
"Oh God. Please take me in your mouth." He uses both hands in her hair to pull her lips to his hardness.
Puck feels her lips part and start slipping over the ridge. Her tongue is licking and swirling around it as she slides more of him into her mouth. She sucks him hard the deeper he slides into her mouth. Her hand begins to pump the rest of his length. He quickly pulls out of her mouth.
Puck gently kneels down in front of her, pulling her into a deep kiss. Slowly he pushes her back against the blanket. He wraps her legs around his waist and positions himself between her legs.
Callie can feel the huge head pushing against her opening. She hears Puck whisper, "I'm sorry", as he buries himself in one thrust deep inside of her.
She cries out into his neck at the pain of being stretched out. Her nails digging into his back.
Puck holds still inside of her heat, wrapping his arms around her. The tightness is almost painful for him too.
He strokes her hair and gently sucks at her neck. He waits for her to relax and get used to feeling him inside of her.
Puck feels her squirm, rubbing herself against him. He slowly pulls out and thrust back in, feeling her walls stretch easier. He continues to thrust slow and deep, kissing her.
When he hears her whimper, "Oh god Puck", he thrusts faster and harder. He can feel her walls begin to tighten around him, her thighs gripping harder around his waist.
She bites his shoulder her body spasms hard as the first wave crashes over her. Her body trembles with each heartbeat.
Puck cant hold back any longer, pleasure and pain mixing together. He cries out her name as he thrust hard one last time before exploding his seed deep inside of her. Every muscle is tautly strained against the hardest orgasm he has ever felt.
He rests his forehead against hers, dipping down to kiss her gently on the lips. He rolls them both over on to their sides, slowly sliding his softening member from the hot wetness. Both of their bodies convulse at the loss of intimate contact.
Puck reaches for the end of the blanket pulling it around them. He leans back pulling Callie onto his chest.
"Are you okay?" He asks wrapping his arms around her. He needs to know that he didn't hurt her, really hurt her.
Callie nods against his chest. There are no words to describe how she feels or what she is feeling. She just nuzzles deeper into Puck's chest and wraps her arm around his waist.
Puck closes his eyes. He just wants to feel her in his arms, to feel whatever it is inside of him.
They both sleep for a while.