Rachel/Puck- Hot, Hot, Heat
Title: Hot, Hot, Heat
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Rachel/Puck
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1, 961
Summary: Their AC is broken and Puck may or may not have lied about calling the super to fix it.
Author's Notes: Written for this prompt at the puckrachel drabble meme.
Its six thousand degrees in the apartment. At least it feels that way as Rachel Berry lays on her bed, her legs up in the air, naked save for her panties. And despite her lack of clothes and the fan circulating the air through the room there’s a thin line of sweat rolling down her spine. She feels uncomfortable in her own skin. A heat wave is ripping its way through New York leaving the streets looking hazy, leaving people desperate to find some relief. Normally on days like that she’d be fine in her apartment. She’d turn on the air conditioner and lay there in the room air conditioner and just let the air cool down so that she felt better. But today there was no relief from the heat. The air conditioner had sputtered when she turned it on, stayed on for a grand total of ten minutes before it sputtered back off, completely and totally dead. And so she had told her boyfriend to call the super to come fix it. And he told her he had. But over an hour later she’s lying on her bed with no air conditioner and a glass of rapidly melting ice in her hand.
The heat in the apartment was sweltering and slowly her clothing started to be removed. First her shorts had been tossed to the side, landed on the chair in the corner and she just left them there which wasn’t quite like her but she couldn’t be bothered to move them. It was fifteen minutes later that her shirt followed and was tossed onto the chair as well. And when she was still too hot her bra quickly followed. Normally she wouldn’t lay there on the bed during the middle of the day with nothing except her underwear on but it was so hot and so humid that she could barely handle having clothing touching her. It stuck to her skin, made her feel gross and awkward. Being without most of her clothing with the air from the fan hitting her she felt at least a little bit cooler than she did with the clothing on. Picking up an ice cube from the glass she pops it into her mouth, lets it melt against her tongue, presses the tiny droplets left on her fingers against the sides of her neck. The heat is making her feel like she was going to melt into a puddle.
The heat is making her tired, exhausted and in the end she’s not sure why but she ends up falling asleep for a little while. Her eyes slide shut and she lays there, her body covered in sweat. That’s what she’s doing when Puck comes back in from going to the store. She’s lying there on the bed in nothing but her panties, the sunshine on the sweat making her skin glisten, her chest gently rising and falling as she lays there. And he knows that she hates the heat but he can’t bring himself to go and get the landlord to come and fix the air conditioner. She just looks too damn hot for him to resist wanting to just watch her lying there for a while. He’ll get the landlord up there eventually but he just wants to watch her for a while.
So, Puck just sits down on the bed, watches her lying there for a little while, looks at the way her hair is hanging around her face, at the gentle rise and fall of her chest. It’s not until she wakes up with the ice in her glass almost melted that he turns his gaze off of her. The television had been on for nearly half an hour for background noise but he’s been watching her the whole time, fascinated by her body glistening.
“Noah?” she calls out to her boyfriend. He’s sitting on the other side of the bed, the remote on his bedside table. He’s watching something on television though she isn’t sure what he’s looking at. She hasn’t looked to see what it was. That would mean moving too much and she knows if she moves too much then she’s going to probably sweat to death. It was dramatic but she doesn’t care. “Are you sure the super said he was going to come up soon to fix the air conditioner?”
“Yeah, he said he’d be up soon, babe. But the heat is fucking up a lot of shit. Might take some time,” Puck mumbles in reply, turns his head to look at her lying there on her side, her naked back facing him. A part of him feels bad for lying to her. He hadn’t actually called the super. He had meant to. When she had called out to him from the bedroom and told him that the heat was getting to her, that she needed the air conditioner to be fixed before she melted he had come into the room to tell her he’d call about getting the guy up her there to fix it. But as soon as he stopped there in the doorway to look at her, saw her lying there on the bed, her tan skin looking so beautiful in the sunlight streaming in the window, her entire body naked save for the black lace underwear she had on? Well, fuck. He couldn’t call the super yet. She just looked so damn hot lying there- no pun intended. Call him an asshole but he wanted to enjoy watching his girl lay there for a while in the bed with almost nothing on. He felt bad she was sweating and uncomfortable but he’d call the super later. He just wanted to enjoy her lying there like that for a while.
Rachel whines as she’s lying there on the bed, runs a hand through her hair though it’s sticking to the skin of her neck, of her back. She tugs it off of her body and when it falls back down it sticks right back there. “I’m melting here, Noah.”
“You’re not melting,” he argues with this sort of amused chuckle. Leaning over he presses a kiss to her shoulder, smiles when she sort of leans into it. “You’re gonna be fine. The heat ain’t gonna kill you. It feels like it’s gonna but it’s not. I promise.” He presses another kiss to her skin, this time to her neck just over her hair. “Why don’t you go take a cold shower or something? Maybe the cold water will help make you feel better or something.”
“That takes too much moving,” she complained though she rolled over onto her back so she could through a pout in his direction. It’s strange because in that moment she somehow looks both cute and insanely sexy at the same time. That little pout making her look like a little kid while the way she’s lying there in her lacy underwear making her look sexy, desirable. He always thought she looked hot but she’s lying there looking extremely sexual without even trying to. She does that a lot- looks sexy without even trying to. It’s probably one of the best things about her in his mind.
“Can’t bring the shower to you, babe. Hate to tell you. I can do a lot of shit but I can’t bring the damn shower out of the bathroom. I’m not Superman or some shit.” The pout though makes him almost chuckle; the pout makes him want to laugh because she looks so damn cute. “You got cold water in your glass. Use some of that if you need to.”
“But that’s for me to drink so I don’t dehydrate. Dehydration isn’t pretty.” She continues pouting as she shuffles closer to him on the bed. “Go down there and yell at the super. Tell him your girlfriend is about to melt into the sheets and he needs to come up here and fix the air conditioner.”
“I’m not going to tell him you’re going to melt,” he insists with a slight shake of his head, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly into a smile. “You’re being dramatic. You’re not going to melt. You just hate the heat. You’ll live.”
She whimpers just a tiny bit as she lays there, a pathetic little sound like a puppy that had been kicked though it’s obvious she’s exaggerating it by the way her pout just seems to get worse. It takes everything inside of him not to literally crack up because he knows it will just upset her, make her angry if he does that. Not extremely mad but mad enough that she’ll roll on her side and pout for a good hour or so. It wasn’t really worth getting her to that point. When she played cold shoulder it really felt cold in that place.
“Come on, babe. Go take a cold shower. It’ll make you feel better. I promise.”
“The heat is making me too lazy to move.”
The corner of his mouth turns up slightly into a smile though he doesn’t really smile all the way. She’ll probably just wonder what the heck it was that was amusing him so much that the heat was getting to her. After a moment though he leans down, presses a kiss to her forehead. “I can carry you. You might not really like the way that’ll probably make you sweat more when I carry you but you’ll get there without moving.”
Without a word she reaches her arms up to him as though silently telling him to carry her and even though he’s trying not to laugh he can’t help but chuckle a little bit. He slides off of the bed and slides his arms underneath her, lifts her up off of the bed to cradle her against his chest. “You’re lucky I love you, Princess.”
“Hush,” she mutters, slips her arms around his neck and rests her head against his chest as he carries her towards the bathroom. He sets her down on the closed toiled seat when they get there and then he moves over to the tub, turns on the shower and keeps checking the water until it’s cool enough to help her feel less warm but not so cold it’ll make her freeze.
“You know telling me to hush doesn’t work, right?” he reminds her as he crouches down in front of her, slips his hands underneath the waistband of her underwear, slides them down her hips while she shifts a little on the toilet just to make it much easier for him.
“It’s worth a try.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Tossing the underwear to the other side of the room he then motions towards the shower. “Go ahead and get in. unless you want me to join you.”
“Somehow I don’t think that’ll help with the heat.”
“So? You know we’ll have fun if I’m in there with you.”
She chews a bit on the corner of her lip, cocks her head to the side as though considering it and then nods a little. “That’s true enough, I suppose.”
Reaching out she puts her hands on his shoulders almost like she’s using him for balance as she stands up, turns towards the shower. He doesn’t miss out on the opportunity to watch her ass as she moves.
She steps into the shower, peers out around the shower curtain after a second, both of her eyebrows arching just a little bit while she watches him. “Well? Are you coming or not?”
She disappears back into the shower and instantly he lets out this little chuckle as he stands up from the floor, shakes his head as he pulls off his shirt. “Not yet,” he mutters. “But I will be.”
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Rachel/Puck
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1, 961
Summary: Their AC is broken and Puck may or may not have lied about calling the super to fix it.
Author's Notes: Written for this prompt at the puckrachel drabble meme.
Its six thousand degrees in the apartment. At least it feels that way as Rachel Berry lays on her bed, her legs up in the air, naked save for her panties. And despite her lack of clothes and the fan circulating the air through the room there’s a thin line of sweat rolling down her spine. She feels uncomfortable in her own skin. A heat wave is ripping its way through New York leaving the streets looking hazy, leaving people desperate to find some relief. Normally on days like that she’d be fine in her apartment. She’d turn on the air conditioner and lay there in the room air conditioner and just let the air cool down so that she felt better. But today there was no relief from the heat. The air conditioner had sputtered when she turned it on, stayed on for a grand total of ten minutes before it sputtered back off, completely and totally dead. And so she had told her boyfriend to call the super to come fix it. And he told her he had. But over an hour later she’s lying on her bed with no air conditioner and a glass of rapidly melting ice in her hand.
The heat in the apartment was sweltering and slowly her clothing started to be removed. First her shorts had been tossed to the side, landed on the chair in the corner and she just left them there which wasn’t quite like her but she couldn’t be bothered to move them. It was fifteen minutes later that her shirt followed and was tossed onto the chair as well. And when she was still too hot her bra quickly followed. Normally she wouldn’t lay there on the bed during the middle of the day with nothing except her underwear on but it was so hot and so humid that she could barely handle having clothing touching her. It stuck to her skin, made her feel gross and awkward. Being without most of her clothing with the air from the fan hitting her she felt at least a little bit cooler than she did with the clothing on. Picking up an ice cube from the glass she pops it into her mouth, lets it melt against her tongue, presses the tiny droplets left on her fingers against the sides of her neck. The heat is making her feel like she was going to melt into a puddle.
The heat is making her tired, exhausted and in the end she’s not sure why but she ends up falling asleep for a little while. Her eyes slide shut and she lays there, her body covered in sweat. That’s what she’s doing when Puck comes back in from going to the store. She’s lying there on the bed in nothing but her panties, the sunshine on the sweat making her skin glisten, her chest gently rising and falling as she lays there. And he knows that she hates the heat but he can’t bring himself to go and get the landlord to come and fix the air conditioner. She just looks too damn hot for him to resist wanting to just watch her lying there for a while. He’ll get the landlord up there eventually but he just wants to watch her for a while.
So, Puck just sits down on the bed, watches her lying there for a little while, looks at the way her hair is hanging around her face, at the gentle rise and fall of her chest. It’s not until she wakes up with the ice in her glass almost melted that he turns his gaze off of her. The television had been on for nearly half an hour for background noise but he’s been watching her the whole time, fascinated by her body glistening.
“Noah?” she calls out to her boyfriend. He’s sitting on the other side of the bed, the remote on his bedside table. He’s watching something on television though she isn’t sure what he’s looking at. She hasn’t looked to see what it was. That would mean moving too much and she knows if she moves too much then she’s going to probably sweat to death. It was dramatic but she doesn’t care. “Are you sure the super said he was going to come up soon to fix the air conditioner?”
“Yeah, he said he’d be up soon, babe. But the heat is fucking up a lot of shit. Might take some time,” Puck mumbles in reply, turns his head to look at her lying there on her side, her naked back facing him. A part of him feels bad for lying to her. He hadn’t actually called the super. He had meant to. When she had called out to him from the bedroom and told him that the heat was getting to her, that she needed the air conditioner to be fixed before she melted he had come into the room to tell her he’d call about getting the guy up her there to fix it. But as soon as he stopped there in the doorway to look at her, saw her lying there on the bed, her tan skin looking so beautiful in the sunlight streaming in the window, her entire body naked save for the black lace underwear she had on? Well, fuck. He couldn’t call the super yet. She just looked so damn hot lying there- no pun intended. Call him an asshole but he wanted to enjoy watching his girl lay there for a while in the bed with almost nothing on. He felt bad she was sweating and uncomfortable but he’d call the super later. He just wanted to enjoy her lying there like that for a while.
Rachel whines as she’s lying there on the bed, runs a hand through her hair though it’s sticking to the skin of her neck, of her back. She tugs it off of her body and when it falls back down it sticks right back there. “I’m melting here, Noah.”
“You’re not melting,” he argues with this sort of amused chuckle. Leaning over he presses a kiss to her shoulder, smiles when she sort of leans into it. “You’re gonna be fine. The heat ain’t gonna kill you. It feels like it’s gonna but it’s not. I promise.” He presses another kiss to her skin, this time to her neck just over her hair. “Why don’t you go take a cold shower or something? Maybe the cold water will help make you feel better or something.”
“That takes too much moving,” she complained though she rolled over onto her back so she could through a pout in his direction. It’s strange because in that moment she somehow looks both cute and insanely sexy at the same time. That little pout making her look like a little kid while the way she’s lying there in her lacy underwear making her look sexy, desirable. He always thought she looked hot but she’s lying there looking extremely sexual without even trying to. She does that a lot- looks sexy without even trying to. It’s probably one of the best things about her in his mind.
“Can’t bring the shower to you, babe. Hate to tell you. I can do a lot of shit but I can’t bring the damn shower out of the bathroom. I’m not Superman or some shit.” The pout though makes him almost chuckle; the pout makes him want to laugh because she looks so damn cute. “You got cold water in your glass. Use some of that if you need to.”
“But that’s for me to drink so I don’t dehydrate. Dehydration isn’t pretty.” She continues pouting as she shuffles closer to him on the bed. “Go down there and yell at the super. Tell him your girlfriend is about to melt into the sheets and he needs to come up here and fix the air conditioner.”
“I’m not going to tell him you’re going to melt,” he insists with a slight shake of his head, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly into a smile. “You’re being dramatic. You’re not going to melt. You just hate the heat. You’ll live.”
She whimpers just a tiny bit as she lays there, a pathetic little sound like a puppy that had been kicked though it’s obvious she’s exaggerating it by the way her pout just seems to get worse. It takes everything inside of him not to literally crack up because he knows it will just upset her, make her angry if he does that. Not extremely mad but mad enough that she’ll roll on her side and pout for a good hour or so. It wasn’t really worth getting her to that point. When she played cold shoulder it really felt cold in that place.
“Come on, babe. Go take a cold shower. It’ll make you feel better. I promise.”
“The heat is making me too lazy to move.”
The corner of his mouth turns up slightly into a smile though he doesn’t really smile all the way. She’ll probably just wonder what the heck it was that was amusing him so much that the heat was getting to her. After a moment though he leans down, presses a kiss to her forehead. “I can carry you. You might not really like the way that’ll probably make you sweat more when I carry you but you’ll get there without moving.”
Without a word she reaches her arms up to him as though silently telling him to carry her and even though he’s trying not to laugh he can’t help but chuckle a little bit. He slides off of the bed and slides his arms underneath her, lifts her up off of the bed to cradle her against his chest. “You’re lucky I love you, Princess.”
“Hush,” she mutters, slips her arms around his neck and rests her head against his chest as he carries her towards the bathroom. He sets her down on the closed toiled seat when they get there and then he moves over to the tub, turns on the shower and keeps checking the water until it’s cool enough to help her feel less warm but not so cold it’ll make her freeze.
“You know telling me to hush doesn’t work, right?” he reminds her as he crouches down in front of her, slips his hands underneath the waistband of her underwear, slides them down her hips while she shifts a little on the toilet just to make it much easier for him.
“It’s worth a try.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Tossing the underwear to the other side of the room he then motions towards the shower. “Go ahead and get in. unless you want me to join you.”
“Somehow I don’t think that’ll help with the heat.”
“So? You know we’ll have fun if I’m in there with you.”
She chews a bit on the corner of her lip, cocks her head to the side as though considering it and then nods a little. “That’s true enough, I suppose.”
Reaching out she puts her hands on his shoulders almost like she’s using him for balance as she stands up, turns towards the shower. He doesn’t miss out on the opportunity to watch her ass as she moves.
She steps into the shower, peers out around the shower curtain after a second, both of her eyebrows arching just a little bit while she watches him. “Well? Are you coming or not?”
She disappears back into the shower and instantly he lets out this little chuckle as he stands up from the floor, shakes his head as he pulls off his shirt. “Not yet,” he mutters. “But I will be.”