Dirty Little Secret Part Two (2/2)
disclaimer: Not mine.... If they were, Puck and Rachel would be humping like bunnies.
summary: AU- Noah Puckerman has a secret. Wanna find out what it is?
warnings & notes: NC-17 for a REASON, peeps.
thank you: everyone who read this first on ff.net. I am REALLY going to try to update my Puckleberry fics.
word count: 3,429
comments & feedback: very much appreciated.
additional notes: None
Chapter Three: Weird Combinations
His lips crashed down on hers and Rachel had never felt more alive, more delicious. She moved her mouth against his and sighed into the kiss. It was everything that she imagined it would be-hard, fast and absolutely mind-blowing. He was rough and didn't give an inch; she wouldn't have it any other way. His hands roamed aggressively over her body and, for the first time, Rachel felt truly possessed by another person. Wasn't it supposed to scare her? She was almost positive that it should have, so why did she feel so liberated-like it was exactly what she had been waiting for? She tore her mouth away from his, sucked the oxygen in her lungs were begging for. His mouth attacked her neck; found sensitive places she didn't know existed. "Puck," she groaned, turning her face to kiss wherever she could reach-his ear, his jaw, the side of his head. She couldn't get enough and wanted to fill herself up on the taste of him.
"God, Berry, you're killing me," he whispered, taking her mouth again in a searing kiss. Her body felt amazing against his, soft in all the places he was the most hard. His hands roamed her body and he didn't think he could get enough of his hands on her breasts, her tongue in his mouth. Who knew Rachel Berry was such a hot piece? He could practically feel her vibrating against him, just waiting- no begging him to take her. He cupped her ass in his hands, hefted her up against the bulge in his pants. Her long legs wrapped around his waist and his brain switched off.
Suddenly, Rachel found herself on the couch under the window with a very aroused Puck pressing her into the cushions. He rocked his arousal against her, kissed her with a renewed urgency that had both her mind and body reeling. She tried to catch up, tried to give him what he was giving her, but found the task impossible. How was she supposed to give him something she didn't know how to give? If someone would have told her three months ago that she would be making out with him on her couch, she would have cheerfully told them she feared for their brain and they needed to get a cat-scan. Instead of thinking, she gave herself up to the feeling of being in Noah Puckerman's arms.
Puck wondered if she had any idea what she was doing to him. Her long legs wrapped around his back in a vice grip that had him pressing down on her in all the right spots and had her rubbing against him until he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside and forget everything but Rachel. It was madness, he was sure of it. He broke the kiss on a gasp, buried his face in her hair. He tried to control his breathing, but how could he when he was surrounded by her? If he thought he had been drowning in her the first time they kissed, then this was like being water boarded.
"Puck?" Rachel whispered, one hand fluttering up to his head. He groaned into her hair as her hand made contact with his shaved skin. "What's wrong?"
He lifted his head from her hair and looked down at her. She looked so ripe, so ready to be taken it wasn't funny. Her lips were swollen and red from his kisses, her eyes hooded and dark. Her neck was covered in red marks from his earlier attentions. His eyes trailed from her neck down past her collar bone where (wait, when had he unbuttoned her shirt?) her breasts were on display, two ripe mounds wrapped in purple lace. He groaned loudly, closed his eyes against the image. Too bad it was now permanently seared into his brain "Berry, I can't believe I am about to say this..." He opened his eyes and almost lost his nerve. "I can't do this."
"What?"
Mercifully, her legs loosened their choke hold on his waist. He pulled himself away from her, a little too reluctantly for his taste, and sat as far as possible from her on the couch. He eyed her warily when she shifted to sit up. Her shirt was still hanging open and he doubted she knew how she looked to him. What the hell was he doing? He was with a hot chick alone at her house. They should be making out not making small talk. "Berry, I'm sorry."
Rachel blinked. To say that she was confused was a massive understatement. "I don't understand. Is it me? It has to be me. Your track record should be in my favor, so if you can't, then it has to be me. You don't want me."
It was his turn to be confused. Was she crazy? "Are you insane? For someone who walks around like the SATs are going to pop up and slap you in the face, you sure are pretty fucking stupid sometimes."
If the offended look on her face was any indication, he had just put himself in some deep shit. "I am not stupid, Noah Puckerman!"
"No.. that's not what I meant.." Puck tried lamely.
"What exactly did you mean, Puck?" Her voice had turned icy and Puck wondered how the hell he was going to get out of this one. "You're Noah Puckerman. You'd have sex with anyone who had a pulse and a vagina."
Now it was his turn to be offended. "Way off base, Berry! You have no idea what you're talking about." Frustrated that she was right, he ran his hand up and down his mohawk. "Okay.. so my past with women has been.. colorful.."
Rachel scoffed. "Colorful? Is that what you call it? I call it debauched, promiscuous, inhibited sexual gratification. Nymphomania..."
"You know what? Fuck this!" Puck growled, shooting up off the couch. "Here I am, trying to do the right thing for once and what do I get?" He asked her, grabbing his stuff from around the room. "I get it thrown back in my face! I like sex, Berry. I'm not going to deny it. I've never left a woman unsatisfied, but that doesn't mean that I'm some sort of man whore because I don't think you should lose your virginity to someone like me." He shook his head, gave her a sad smile. "For someone who is so good singing, you're pretty fucking tone deaf to the way you come off to people."
She didn't say anything. She couldn't. It was supposed to be so easy. It wasn't supposed to be like this... She jumped when the door slammed, buried her face in her hands. Thunder boomed in the distance. His voice vibrated though her head. Someone like me.. What had she done?
The rain came down in hard buckets as Puck stomped to his truck. It suited his mood. What the hell had he expected? Whatever he had expected, it hadn't been this. He never expected to feel hurt. When had he given Rachel Berry the power to hurt him? Sure, the last few weeks had been cool. She was actually kinda amazing when she stopped using those five dollar words that he didn't understand. But that didn't mean that he cared about her. It didn't mean that she had the power to hurt him. But she had. More than he ever thought she could.
He stopped at the driver's side door and stared at his reflection. His normally immaculate mohawk was plastered his head, thanks to the rain. The black shirt he had thrown on in a moment of anger was plastered to his body like second skin. It was then he realized he had forgotten his letterman in her house. Fuck it.. He thought, shaking his head angrily. He would rather have her burn it than set foot in her house right now. He needed to think, needed to understand why what she thought was so fucking important. He slammed his hands against the glass and groaned. It was easy. She mattered. Period.
Suddenly, Rachel ran out into the rain. He watched her close the distance between them and was once again hit by the realization that this little slip of a girl had the power to bring him to his knees. "What? Got more insults to throw at me? You don't know shit about me. Go inside, Berry."
"I came out here to apologize." She whispered, shivering against the cold.
"I don't want your fucking apology." He spat, angry that he was angry that she came out without a coat on. Her hair was matted against her cheeks, her thin white blouse stuck to her skin, her bra a violent shade of purple against the linen. What the hell was wrong with him? What did he care if she got pneumonia and died?
Rachel shivered again, this time at the look in his eyes. "Then why are you out here?" She watched him open his mouth, but nothing came out. She smiled. "I'm sorry, Noah. I don't react well when I am rejected. I tend to say things I don't mean and I usually regret them. None more than what I just said to you. I am truly sorry."
Noah.. The use of his given name on her tongue was something he never thought he would hear. It was something he never thought would make his heart pound against his ribs. What the hell was the matter with him? His voice was colder than the wind that slapped against his face when he spoke. "It must be nice to live up on that white tower and judge other people, Berry." He put emphasis on her last name. After what she said to him, did she really think he was going to let her use his first name? It didn't matter that it had frozen his growing anger. It was still there, but refused to explode the way he wanted it to. He looked up at the sky, watched the rain pour. "Do you know why there is more than one star in the sky?" He looked down at her then, watched the color drain from her cheeks. "It would be ugly. There are stars because there is more than enough room. Do you really think people would look at the sky and think it was beautiful if there was only one?" He sneered down at her and tried to find enjoyment in her pain. He really tried. He just couldn't. Not when all he wanted to do was drag his mouth across her face and apologize.
Rachel blinked back her tears. The rain was a perfect mask. He was angry, justifiably so. She had hurt him. She, Rachel Berry, had hurt the aloof Noah Puckerman. Now he was trying to hurt her. She wasn't going to let him succeed, not when she had amends to make. "I wasn't trying to judge you, Puck."
Puck scoffed. "Could have fooled me. You were acting like my judge, jury, and executioner."
She closed her eyes and prayed for patience, a way to get through to him. She opened her eyes, tried to find the words. "If I came across that way, I'm sorry. I know, more than most, what it is like to be judged by people who know nothing about you. I know what it is like to be hurt by people and words that should mean nothing to you. I know I can act like, for lack of a better word, a diva, but that doesn't give people the right to use their words to hurt me. Because I know that, I shouldn't have said what I said to you. Your past decisions should have nothing to do with me. They have nothing to do with me."
"Damn right, they don't." He muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. He glared at her, but Rachel held her ground, she refused to look away. Lightening flashed across the sky, thunder booming shortly after that. They didn't move. They didn't speak. They stared at each other through the heavy sheet of rain. Neither really knew what to do. Both had things they wanted to say, but they could find the words.
Rachel was the first to break the silence. "What did you mean?"
"What?"
"What did you mean when you said someone like me? What were you talking about? What's wrong with you?" She asked, her face downturned in embarrassment.
Puck sighed, ran one hand through his already disheveled mohawk. "There's nothing wrong with me, Berry." His feet shuffled against the concrete. "Come on! Three months ago I was throwing slushies in your face and finding ways to make your life hell. Now all of the sudden you're in my arms?" He shook his head and tried not to stumble over his words. "I'm not exactly the kind of guy girls dream of losing their virginity to." He stopped, embarrassed and a little ashamed by his words. "We don't make any sense."
Rachel smiled. "Bacon and chocolate."
Puck frowned. "What?"
She laughed at his confused face. "When I was a little girl, I dipped bacon into chocolate syrup. It was actually pretty good."
He made a disgusted face and was rewarded with another Rachel Berry laugh. "You're an odd duck, Berry." Her smile got wider and he couldn't help but smile back at her. Somewhere in the middle of slushies and bacon his anger had vanished.
"You and I are like bacon and chocolate. One would never think to put them together, but they make a great combination." The wind started blowing harder and Rachel shivered. "Come inside? It's cold and neither one of us can afford to get sick right now. I'll wash your clothes and we can watch TV."
Puck smirked then shivered. It was fucking cold outside. "If it wasn't so goddamn cold out here, I would make a crack about you wanting me out of my clothes."
Twenty minutes later, Puck walked out of the bathroom into Rachel's room. She had laid out clothes for him to wear on her bed. Pair of baggy gray sweatpants and a burnt orange t-shirt were folded neatly on the foot of her bed. He dropped the towel, shrugged on the sweatpants then reached for the shirt. He was surprised she actually had clothes that would fit him. They were probably one of her father's, he mused. He shook out the shirt and his Ohio Buckeye loving heart stopped beating. "Oh, hell no!" He muttered. There before him, mocking him, was a white longhorn with the word TEXAS above it.
Rachel had just finished building a fire in her fireplace and held her hands out to the heat. She glanced over at the clock on the mantle. 8:00 Rachel couldn't believe all that had happened in the past three hours. It was amazing and terrifying all at the same time. Somehow, both she and Puck had a hold on one another. They had the power to hurt each other. That was terrifying in itself, but what could she do about? Did she want to do something about it?
She was so lost in her musings that when Puck came crashing down the stairs, she nearly fell into the fire. He looked at her incredulously held the t-shirt she had left on the bed in his hand. His bare chest was illuminated by the firelight and Rachel forgot to breathe for a minute. "What's wrong?"
"What the hell is this?" He demanded, holding the shirt like it held a rare disease.
"What are you talking about? It's just a shirt." She told him, standing up. "What's the problem?"
Puck looked at her like she had three heads. "Just a shirt? Berry, this is a University of Texas shirt! I'm not wearing it!" He exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I won't."
Rachel laughed, a full on belly laugh. "Are you serious?" She gasped, wiping tears from her eyes.
"I'm not doing it! Doesn't one of your dads have a Ohio t-shirt?"
She shook her head and tried in vain not laugh. "It's my shirt, Puck. The longhorns are my favorite college football team."
"Football team?" He was stunned. Rachel Berry had blown him out of water. "You like football?"
Rachel's eyes lit up. "Oh yes! It is entirely fascinating to watch the dynamic of sports. Like the slap on the behind. Why is that okay in uniform, but not anywhere else? If you're not gay when you're in uniform, wouldn't you not be gay out of uniform?"
"Yes… no! I…" Yeah, she had defiantly thrown him for a loop. "We're not talking about that! You live in Ohio, Berry!"
She nodded her head and spoke to him like one would a small child. "I know the state I live in, Puck."
He growled, threw the shirt at her. "You can't like Texas! That's wrong on so many levels! It's like not liking puppies or Christmas.."
"We're Jewish, Puck!"
He scowled at her. "I know that! I'm making a point."
He looked so righteous in his beliefs that she couldn't resist. She walked over and wrapped her arms around him. She looked up at him, rested her chin on his chest. "It's just a shirt, Puck. You only have to wear it until your clothes dry. It's not going to bring an apocalypse down upon us."
"That's what you think." He grumbled, wrapping his arms around her. God, she was tiny.
"You smell like strawberries."
"That's because all you had was that girly shampoo." He realized then that she was freezing. "Go upstairs and take a shower, Berry. You can't afford to get sick right now." All she had done was change out of her wet clothes and put on a pair of hot pink sweats.
She laughed as her words were thrown back at her. "Alright. I'll be right back. Why don't you pick a movie?"
He released her. "Any movie I want?"
"Yep."
"Cool."
Rachel came downstairs a half hour later, clad in her blue and silver Dallas Cowboys sweats, to see Puck sitting a blanket near the fire, a plate of bacon and a bowl of chocolate sauce next to him. She laughed out loud, sat down on the blanket across from him. He still hadn't put on the offending shirt, his nipple ring a bright flash in the firelight. She tried to bury her attraction down, but wasn't very successful. "You're up to try it? You're not kosher, are you?"
Puck grinned. "Nope. Sweet and sour pork is a staple of goodness in my house." He sighed. Man up, Puckerman! "Why not? I'm always up for trying something new." He put the bacon and chocolate between them. "Show me how it's done."
Rachel laughed and reached for the bacon. The look on his face was priceless. It was a mixture of disgust and curiosity. She dipped it in the chocolate and ate it.
"That's sick!" Puck exclaimed, a horrified look on his face. "I can't believe you just did that."
"There's a lot of stuff you don't know about me." Rachel told him, reaching for another slice of bacon. "Are you going to try some?" She asked, holding out a chocolate dipped slice up to his mouth.
He looked at her dubiously, but opened his mouth. It really wasn't as bad as he expected. It was actually rather good. "Not bad, Berry."
She laughed again. "I told you! Once you get past what's on the outside, it's rather good. Oh, hang on. You have some chocolate on your lip." Before she thought about it, she reached across and wiped the chocolate from his lower lip. She felt him stiffen and felt her breath shorten. "I'm sorry.. I wasn't thinking.."
She went to pull her hand away, but he grabbed it before she could. "It's okay, Berry." He whispered, turning his head to look at her chocolate smeared thumb. He brought it up to his mouth, ran his tongue over the pad of her thumb. He watched her as her cheeks pinked. She looked adorable. "Fuck it." He whispered.
He tugged her across the plates in front of him and kissed her. She tasted like bacon and chocolate. He tasted deeper and tasted honey.
Bacon, chocolate and honey assaulted his senses. Sure, it was a weird combination, but he was almost positive that he wouldn't be able to look at bacon anymore without thinking of her.