Puckleberry Fic
I am just putting this here as a reminder to myself where it is, more than anything else.
Rachel held the switchblade in her hand, feeling the weight of it. "Have you ever used it? On a person, I mean." She was sitting on Puck's lap at the edge of her bed. "No" He sighed. "Almost, once, but Beiste caught me and stopped me. Glad She did, probably saved my ass." Rachel thumbed the blade open and admired it. The stiletto was about 9'' long with a rosewood handle. It was heavy and she could appreciate the beauty of it if she ignored that it was intended for slicing flesh. She ran her fingers over the non-lethal edge and it made Puck suck in his breath. He stared at her in amazement. He had known Rachel his whole life and she'd never seen anything scarier than a Disney movie, yet here she was tracing the edge of a blade with a half-smile. "It's actually kind of beautiful." Puck was both scared, and turned on, and he shifted slightly, trying not to disturb her, but aware that pretty soon she was going to notice the situation in his pants. "Um, Rachel, your fathers would kill me if they knew I let you play with that thing.." "Well they aren't here to object."
Puck took a big gulp of air in and swallowed hard. Rachel, with the knife in her left hand, swung her legs around so that she was straddling him, face front. She wrapped a leg around him and he shuddered. "You.. like this, you really like this, don't you?" He had to remember how to talk, because the sight of her on top of him holding the knife was making his head fuzzy. "Yeah, it doesn't suck. I never really thought about.. well, that, but seeing you right now.." He trailed off and a wicked grin came across her face.
He scooted backwards on the bed, removing his shirt and pants as quickly as he could. Rachel stood and took her dress off, leaving the knife at the edge of the bed. In only her black lace underwear, she grabbed the knife again and slowly climbed up the length of the bed on top of him. "So.." She said, coyly." Do you like to give or receive?"
Rachel lightly dragged the blade across Puck's chest, not cutting just yet. Something about this, whether it was the knife, it being Puck underneath her, or the thought of having that much power, something was taking her over, changing her.. and she liked it.
"You need to be calm, Noah and tell me exactly what you're feeling, because I don't want to seriously hurt you, okay?" He nodded, Puck's head was completely clear, his senses on point and every nerve ending was on high alert. He hadn't felt this alive since he didn't remember when. Sirens started going off in the back of his head because what in the hell was he doing? He was in Rachel's apartment in New York, on her bed, about to be sliced into ribbons. This is his best friend's ex-girl.. a million red flags were going off, but all of a sudden steel met skin, the blade was cutting him and every doubt, every fear, every thought went away. "Noah.. talk to me." He could hear her but she sounded a million miles away. "Feels good..so good..." He could feel slicing again, another curve. it hurt more, and made him curse, but he was still in space. He wanted to reach out to touch her but in trying, got a handful of air. She called his name again, and he managed "I'm..okay." Rachel was trying to be extra careful because she was approaching almost a giddy excitement over what she was doing to him. "One more, okay, just one more." From somewhere inside of himself Puck mumbled out an agreement. Rachel took the edge of the blade and with precision, she cut a line from his navel to right above his cock. Fireworks went off in Puck's brain. His head flew back and a stream of "Fuck! Fuck! Yes!" came out of his mouth, and he was gone again, floating.
Rachel wiped the blood off on her sheet and closed the knife, dropping it onto the floor before kissing Puck fervently. "Oh my God..." She exclaimed, as she kissed him. "Puck.." He opened his eyes and reached his arm around her waist."It's okay, baby, I'm here, I'm fine." He gave her a reassuring nuzzle. She reached down to his now painfully throbbing erection. "Wow.. look what I did." He laughed. "Yeah, you did that." She gave him another grin, but this time less like an evil queen from a fairy tale and more like .. herself. "I guess I should probably do something about that." She said, and before he could say or do anything, Rachel had slid down him, through the blood on his chest and had wrapped her mouth around his aching hardness. With her lips, teeth and tongue it wasn't long before she had spent him completely. She ran into the bathroom when she was finished and came back out with a first aid kit and a warm, wet towel.
Rachel held the switchblade in her hand, feeling the weight of it. "Have you ever used it? On a person, I mean." She was sitting on Puck's lap at the edge of her bed. "No" He sighed. "Almost, once, but Beiste caught me and stopped me. Glad She did, probably saved my ass." Rachel thumbed the blade open and admired it. The stiletto was about 9'' long with a rosewood handle. It was heavy and she could appreciate the beauty of it if she ignored that it was intended for slicing flesh. She ran her fingers over the non-lethal edge and it made Puck suck in his breath. He stared at her in amazement. He had known Rachel his whole life and she'd never seen anything scarier than a Disney movie, yet here she was tracing the edge of a blade with a half-smile. "It's actually kind of beautiful." Puck was both scared, and turned on, and he shifted slightly, trying not to disturb her, but aware that pretty soon she was going to notice the situation in his pants. "Um, Rachel, your fathers would kill me if they knew I let you play with that thing.." "Well they aren't here to object."
Puck took a big gulp of air in and swallowed hard. Rachel, with the knife in her left hand, swung her legs around so that she was straddling him, face front. She wrapped a leg around him and he shuddered. "You.. like this, you really like this, don't you?" He had to remember how to talk, because the sight of her on top of him holding the knife was making his head fuzzy. "Yeah, it doesn't suck. I never really thought about.. well, that, but seeing you right now.." He trailed off and a wicked grin came across her face.
He scooted backwards on the bed, removing his shirt and pants as quickly as he could. Rachel stood and took her dress off, leaving the knife at the edge of the bed. In only her black lace underwear, she grabbed the knife again and slowly climbed up the length of the bed on top of him. "So.." She said, coyly." Do you like to give or receive?"
Rachel lightly dragged the blade across Puck's chest, not cutting just yet. Something about this, whether it was the knife, it being Puck underneath her, or the thought of having that much power, something was taking her over, changing her.. and she liked it.
"You need to be calm, Noah and tell me exactly what you're feeling, because I don't want to seriously hurt you, okay?" He nodded, Puck's head was completely clear, his senses on point and every nerve ending was on high alert. He hadn't felt this alive since he didn't remember when. Sirens started going off in the back of his head because what in the hell was he doing? He was in Rachel's apartment in New York, on her bed, about to be sliced into ribbons. This is his best friend's ex-girl.. a million red flags were going off, but all of a sudden steel met skin, the blade was cutting him and every doubt, every fear, every thought went away. "Noah.. talk to me." He could hear her but she sounded a million miles away. "Feels good..so good..." He could feel slicing again, another curve. it hurt more, and made him curse, but he was still in space. He wanted to reach out to touch her but in trying, got a handful of air. She called his name again, and he managed "I'm..okay." Rachel was trying to be extra careful because she was approaching almost a giddy excitement over what she was doing to him. "One more, okay, just one more." From somewhere inside of himself Puck mumbled out an agreement. Rachel took the edge of the blade and with precision, she cut a line from his navel to right above his cock. Fireworks went off in Puck's brain. His head flew back and a stream of "Fuck! Fuck! Yes!" came out of his mouth, and he was gone again, floating.
Rachel wiped the blood off on her sheet and closed the knife, dropping it onto the floor before kissing Puck fervently. "Oh my God..." She exclaimed, as she kissed him. "Puck.." He opened his eyes and reached his arm around her waist."It's okay, baby, I'm here, I'm fine." He gave her a reassuring nuzzle. She reached down to his now painfully throbbing erection. "Wow.. look what I did." He laughed. "Yeah, you did that." She gave him another grin, but this time less like an evil queen from a fairy tale and more like .. herself. "I guess I should probably do something about that." She said, and before he could say or do anything, Rachel had slid down him, through the blood on his chest and had wrapped her mouth around his aching hardness. With her lips, teeth and tongue it wasn't long before she had spent him completely. She ran into the bathroom when she was finished and came back out with a first aid kit and a warm, wet towel.