between the lines that divide your world from mine part 5/?
When she wakes up the next day with a hangover and a pot of coffee in her kitchen she knows tequila made her do two stupid things.
First, telling Brittany that it was ok for her and Finn to live with her.
Two was stopping herself from not waking up with Dr. Noah Puckerman this morning.
When she walked out of that bar and saw the look he gave her, she knew that things were a little screwed up now. The ball was in her court. He was done trying to chase her. Everytime he did she would let him get only so close before running away again.
She checked her phone when she woke up and saw a couple texts from Brittany, Santana, and Finn but nothing from the only person she wanted to hear from.
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He completely ignores her existence. Which is generally the norm between interns and attendings but he at least gives her knowing glances, smiles, and winks. After giving rectal exams and filling out charts they’re honestly the best part of her day and she doesn’t realize this until he won’t even look at her.
She isn’t on his service for two weeks and she knows that he has something to do with it. Every time Jones gives them their assignments she always says that Dr. Puckerman explicitly requested someone else like Kurt, Brittany, or Finn. Never Rachel though.
The only time she gets to see any sort of emotion on his face is when she sits in the gallery and watches his surgeries.
There’s one particular day he’s doing a craniometry on an already high risk pregnant woman who was in a car accident. The gallery is full, watching as he tries to remove the blood in her brain while the on call OB/GYN monitors the baby. Everyone’s on edge but she manages to get a seat in the front.
He’s completely focused and taking his own damn time, which bugs the hell out of everyone in the room except for her. In the short time she’s known him she’s learned that you can be completely calm if your life is in Noah Puckerman’s hands. He’s a cocky son of a bitch because he’s smart…and he knows what he’s doing. He just likes to take his time doing it to keep the suspense going.
Everything is fine until the baby’s blood pressure starts increasing rapidly. Everyone in the OR is on edge and the OB is yelling at Puck to control what he’s doing so she can save the baby. He won’t stop.
“Dr. Puckerman I’m going to have to deliver the baby if this gets any worse,” the woman tells him earnestly.
Even with a mask covering most of his face Rachel can tell that is face is mostly passive. “Just wait,” he tells her nonchalantly.
Everyone in the gallery is murmuring and on the edge of their seats but Rachel is sitting back and relaxed. If there was any reason to worry his eyebrows would be more scrunched and they would be in the shit if his left eyebrow was arched.
Yes she knows that much about this man.
He concentrates on a particular spot for a few more minutes before declaring that everything he can do is done. The OB sets to work on lowering the blood pressure while Puck closes up and cleans himself up.
This is the point where everyone is talking about how callous he is for just ignoring what’s going on with the baby. But once he closes up she smirks as he asks the OB how everything is going and starts to help her.
The room goes a little quiet after that.
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She waits outside the OR room and watches as nurses and other doctors leave the room. They all look a little defeated, and when she sees the OB leave she has an angry look on her face. That won’t help things in the future.
Once she’s sure everyone is gone she walks into the room where she sees Puck sitting on top of the counter, next to the sink where they wash their hands to scrub in. He’s holding his scrub cap, twisting it in his hands with a pensive look on his face.
He’s blaming himself.
Rachel is not experienced by any means…she’s an intern. But she knows for a fact it’s not Puck’s fault the woman and the baby died. It was a miracle they didn’t die instantly in the first place. She had many critical injuries…they just couldn’t hold on any longer.
She walks closer to him and he looks up and sees her there. His shoulders slump and he shakes his head. “I know it wasn’t my fault. She had internal bleeding in the first place and the baby was breeching and it was just a mess. I did what I was supposed to do.”
She closes the distance between them and stands between his legs, putting her hands on his thighs. “Then why do you have that look on your face?” she asks him quietly.
He sighs. “She has a husband and 2 children. I told them I would do everything I could to save them. And sometimes that sucks to say because your everything isn’t enough sometimes. I know for a fact everyone in that gallery completely doubted everything I did in there and I know they’ll think it was my fault. I also know that everyone considers me to be some neuro god and I hate that. I’m not a god. I’m just a man. And I can’t save everyone.”
He turns his gaze away from her and looks down at his lap, fiddling with his scrub cap. Rachel looks at him softly and brings her hands to cup his cheeks. She tilts his face until he’s looking at her again, and places a gentle kiss on his cheek, letting it linger as long as she can.
“I’m sorry…” she whispers in his ear. She pulls back to look at him and sees his eyebrows are furrowed.
“You were the only one in that gallery that believed in me you know. You were the only one that wasn’t worried, freaking out, or scared. And when she flatlined I looked at you. I could only see how you were looking at me…and it pushed me to save her. Because you see me Rachel…not Dr. Noah Puckerman, one of the best neurosurgeons in the country. You just see me.”
She smiles lightly and traces his jawbone with her finger. “I’m so sorry about that night in the bar,” she whispers. “There’s just…there’s so much you don’t know Noah. And I can’t tell you even if I want to. I know this is cliché but honestly that was all me not you. You’re wonderful and I should let you take me out to dinner and take me home. I know you’re not going to just leave.”
He looks up into her eyes and lets go of his scrub cap to latch onto her hips and bring her closer to him. He leans in and lays his forehead against hers so that he can look at her closely.
“If there are things you can’t tell me…I’m just going to have to trust you ok? But don’t push me away Rachel.”
She nods sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”
They stand in silence together for a few minutes, enjoying the small moment of peace they know they won’t have for the rest of the day. Rachel leans back and slightly releases herself from Puck’s hold though when her beeper goes off.
“I have to go,” she tells him regretfully. “But you should come over tonight. I’ll cook you dinner. I know it’s not going to a great restaurant but you bring the wine and it’ll all end in the same way,” she finishes coyly with a wink.
He smirks and nods while getting down from the counter.
“I’ll be the guy with the wine on your doorstep at 8:30.”
They smile at each other before Rachel rushes out the door.
x 0 x 0 x
“Can we move in tonight?”
Rachel stops what she’s doing and looks up to see Brittany and Finn’s eager puppy dog faces.
Why did she agree to this?
“No,” she says firmly and goes back to the chart she was reading.
“But we really need to get a move in Rach so when can we do it?” Brittany asks patiently.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Well what’s the difference if we do it tonight?”
“You just can’t tonight ok? I’m busy, I have things to do in the house that require it to be empty and not have you guys roaming around and making noise. You’re already ruining my routine and peace so let me have one last night ok?”
Brittany and Finn stare at Rachel perplexed for a moment until a light bulb goes off in Brittany’s head. “You have a date. You’re trying to have sex aren’t you?” she asks excitedly.
Rachel puts her pen down frustrated and looks up at Brittany’s excited face and Finn’s grimace. “How is that any of your business? Just don’t move in tonight. End of story. Move in tomorrow night and I’ll even help you guys with your stuff.”
The two of them look at her apologetically and sheepishly, seeing that she’s mad now. And no one really likes Rachel when she’s angry. They simply nod and rush away whispering together.
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She kind of can’t wait for this date tonight and she knows Puck can’t either.
She has to give them credit. With all of the secret, heated glances they’ve been giving each other all day they should have snuck into an on call room when they had the chance. Apparently they have amazing self-control.
She’s mapping it in her head. She’ll make something simple because she hasn’t really been grocery shopping this week but she knows she has enough to make lasagna with some salad. She can pick up bread on the way home and make garlic bread.
Besides Puck won’t care what she makes. They’ll be lucky if they make through dinner and he doesn’t take her on table.
But she’s locking the door when he gets in. Deadbolting it even. She wouldn’t put it past Brittany and Finn to try and come and simultaneously move in and find out who her date is. Those little sneaks even told Santana about it.
“You have a date tonight? How do you have time to date? Or find people to date. Does he work here?” Santana interrogated her during lunch.
Rachel stopped mid chew of her salad, alarmed. “How did you know about that?”
Santana raised her eyebrow. “Tweedle dee and tweedle dum don’t really shut up. So spill who’s the guy?”
Rachel cleared her throat. “He’s no one you know.”
Santana looked at her with narrowed eyes. She watches Rachel for a minute before a realization hits her. “It’s fucking Puckerman isn’t it you whore!?”
Rachel drops her fork and shakes her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Santana.”
“Shut up you’re having a date with Dr. Puckerman. I thought you ended that shit. Are you trying to completely sabotage your career?”
“No…no one is supposed to know anyway. And if you keep your mouth shut my career won’t be ruined ok?”
“Whatever happened to the thrill of the chase? And what happens when people do find out…because they will Rachel you can’t be naïve enough to think they won’t-“
“Shut up!” Rachel hisses. “No one is going to find out because we’re going to be careful. Look I’ve spent some time with him, I like him, and I’ve been careful. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think it was a good idea because I love being a surgeon Santana and I wouldn’t risk that for just any average joe.”
Santana looks at her shocked. “You actually like him don’t you?”
Rachel shrugs. “Yeah. I do like him.”
Santana shakes her head. “You’re so fucked if people find out.”
Rachel sighs. “I know.”
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She figures that when in doubt you should go with a little black dress.
In some ways, she’s forgotten how to dress since her internship started because she doesn’t really wear anything outside of scrubs and the occasional sweater and jeans. Luckily she had some sense of fashion before she started working and her closet actually has some options-particularly a black dress she bought a long time ago and has been waiting to show off. Puck is just the person to show it off to.
She slips on the fabric and smoothes over the bodice, loving the way it hugs her frame. The dress ends mid thigh, allowing her to show off her legs and favorite red high heels.
She should be ashamed by how obvious she’s being with the way the strapless dress pushes up her breasts but she’s trying to be more honest with herself. She’s determined to end the night somewhere in this house with Puck naked and on top or under her.
Well…he could also be behind her. That works too.
She can’t even feel bad about that because she knows Puck is thinking the same exact thing.
The lasagna is done and cooling off, and the garlic bread is in the oven. She lit up the fireplace and dimmed the lights in the living room to set a mood. Yeah whatever she’s desperate.
Like clockwork and magic, the doorbell rings when she’s taking out the garlic bread. She takes a deep breath, smoothes out her dress and fluffs her hair as she quickly walks to the door. She pulls it open to find Puck leaning against the frame holding a bottle of wine and wearing his tell tale smirk. She smiles blissfully as he walks in the house wearing a white dress shirt that shows off his body quite nicely and slacks. He looks around the entryway and living room before turning towards Rachel and reaching for her. He draws her into his arms and kisses her softly.
“Hi,” he murmurs.
She nuzzles her face into his neck and takes in his scent. He’s just showered and she can tell because he smells a little like Irish Spring and that clean scent is kind of a turn on for her. She grins and lays a kiss on his neck before lifting her head up to look at him. “You hungry?” she asks.
“Starved baby. What are we eating?”
She leads him into the kitchen by the hand and he walks in to see the table set up and the aroma of lasagna wafting in the room. He groans appreciatively at the sight of home cooked food.
“Did you know lasagna is really high on my list of favorite foods?” he asks her curiously.
“Actually I didn’t. But I’m not surprised…everyone loves lasagna and I make a fantastic one.”
“Oh I’ll be the judge of that babe,” he tells her as he sits down.
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Apparently lasagna is an aphrodisiac…who knew?
She’s been sitting across from him as he eats and the moans that he’s been letting out make her think he’s already having his first orgasm of the night. She’s been drinking more wine than eating lasagna, mostly because she hates eating a lot on dates. She also hates eating so much before she has sex. Thankfully Puck picked up a big bottle of fantastic wine, so she’s buzzed and heady enough to be ridiculous and wild with him on every surface of the house.
He finally finishes the last bite and lets out a sigh of satisfaction. “That was fuckin good. Best lasagna next to my mom’s and that’s a pretty huge compliment.”
She smirks and gets up from the table to clear their plates and put them in the sink. She knows she doesn’t feel like washing up the dishes but it’s really only a couple of plates and she certainly won’t do it tomorrow morning. She’s drying up the dishes and putting them away when she feels Puck’s arms encircle her waist and pull her back into his embrace. She sighs as he trails kisses up her neck until his lips reach her ear.
“Stop drying those dishes and comes sit with me,” he whispers huskily.
She giggles at his tickling breath on her neck and puts down the dish and towel. He leads her off into the living room, grabbing their glasses of wine along the way. They settle on her couch, and Rachel wants to feel unsettled by the way Puck is heatedly staring at her as they sip their wine, but all it does is build the anticipation she’s felt since this afternoon. She takes her last sip and puts the glass down, grinning coyly at Puck.
“So…you haven’t even asked about dessert.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Oh really? And what’s on the menu Dr. Berry?”
She doesn’t answer him, but instead moves from her spot on the couch to climb on top of him. She settles on his lap and toys with the collar of his shirt, touching the buttons and twisting them lightly.
“Oh you know a little bit of this,” she mentions as she leans down and kisses his neck. “A little bit of that,” she whispers against it.
She can hear the groan he lets out deep in his throat but pays no mind as she bites and licks at his neck and roams her hands over his chest. She gets to the top button of his shirt to slowly and carefully unbutton it. She lifts her head from his neck to look at him in the eye as she takes off his shirt and leans into him slightly with a steady gaze until their lips are brushing against each other.
She can feel one hand kneading her hip as the other one trails down leaving heat that pierces even through the fabric of the dress. She wants him all over her.
He raises the hem of her dress and the feeling of his hand on her bare skin like this shouldn’t be such a shock to the system but it is. She gasps against his lips and pushes his shirt off his shoulders as she kisses him desperately. They cling to each other, neither wanting to let go but knowing that when they do it can only get better. She opens her mouth and immediately his tongue enters and begins dueling with her, massaging the roof of her mouth.
Puck breaks the kiss, lifting up her dress even more until it’s above her hips, staring into her eyes the whole time. Rachel smirks at the look on his face and gets up from his lap, not bothering to fix the skirt of her dress that is completely above her waist and showing her blood red lace panties.
She reaches for the zipper at the side of her dress and pulls it down slowly, loving that Puck’s eyes are following the downward motion. She bites her lip as she lets the dress fall to the ground and she’s left in just her panties and high heels.
Puck slouches in his seat on the couch, gripping the pillow next to him as he stares at Rachel’s almost naked form.
“Unbutton your pants,” she mutters lowly.
Their eyes don’t leave each other while Puck undoes his belt and slips the button through the hole to free his slacks. Rachel bends down to her knees, shooing away his hands and finishes him off by pulling down the zipper. She tugs the pants down and Puck gets the hint, lifting up his hips slightly so that she can pull them completely, along with his boxers.
His cock springs free and Rachel immediately bites her lip in contemplation. She can feel herself getting wetter because honestly Puck has a good package on him and he knows how to use it. Damn.
She kisses up his left thigh while her fingers trickle up his right thigh towards his dick. But her eyes are on him watching for his reactions. His breathing is a little harder, yet controlled. She wants him to lose his mind though.
When she gets to where he wants her to be, she grins at him devilishly before merely taking a lick at the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, Rachel,” he hisses.
She continues to tease him, licking timidly at the tip while her hand massages the base. Puck groans, laying his head back against the couch. The woman is completely challenging his self-control but he won’t let her win.
“Rach, you need to do something. Now,” Puck growls.
Rachel looks at him innocently, as if she isn’t purposely teasing him. She keeps his gaze while she takes his whole tip in her mouth and sucks, and continues to suck down the length of his cock. Puck moans loudly and grips Rachel’s hair so he can see her bob up and down his dick. She swallows around him while gripping his inner thigh and Puck shudders.
“Fuck, your mouth baby. Fuck.”
He holds her head still and pistons his hips, letting himself fuck her mouth. He watches his cock slip in and out of her mouth and closes his eyes before he loses complete control. He hears her moan loudly and opens his eyes to see her looking at him and tweaking her nipple. He pulls her off of him and lets her breathe for a second.
“Why’d you stop?” she asks confused.
“Take off your panties,” he orders. “Need to fuck you Rachel.”
Rachel leans back so that she’s lying on the floor and straightens out her legs into the air. She slips off the scrap of lace and trails it up her legs until they’re hanging off of one foot. Her feet find themselves back on the floor with her legs bended at the knee but spread apart.
Her hand trails from down her neck to the valley between her breasts, onto her stomach where she toys with her belly button. She continues her quest, watching Puck gaze at her hungrily while he slips off his shoes and pants. He reaches inside the pocket of his slacks for a condom just as Rachel lightly touches her clit and lets out a breathy moan.
“Hurry Noah,” she whispers.
He slips on the condom and gets down on the floor in between Rachel’s legs, towering over her. The hand that is moving over her pussy gets grabbed along with the other and Puck holds them over her head. Rachel wraps her legs around Puck’s waist in an effort to get him where she wants, but Puck decides to tease her too by nudging the tip of his cock against her wet opening. She whines in frustration and looks at him pleadingly.
“How badly do you want it? Tell me,” he orders.
Her eyes widen. “What?”
He bends down to take her lips harshly and grinds his hips against hers, teasing her more. She moans into his mouth and strains to get her arms free but he won’t let go. He pulls back from the kiss and nuzzles his head into her neck, nipping at her pulse point. Rachel’s breath quickens and she grinds against Puck faster.
“Noah…God just fuck me already please!”
“How bad do you want me to?”
“So bad. So so bad I’ve been thinking about it all day,” she moans. He grins in satisfaction and positions himself at her opening. He enters her swiftly and they both moan in relief.
Puck begins a steady pace against Rachel while she locks her legs around his waist. He holds her close to him so that they’re chest to chest, kissing every part of her he can reach.
“Tell me what you thought about Rachel. Did you think about sucking my cock? You were fucking eager for that baby,” he says against her collarbone.
Rachel hardly has the presence of mind to answer him, but moans loudly at his words.
“I wanted to taste you,” she lets out. She groans in surprise when she feels his mouth around her nipple, nipping at it slightly. She undulates her hips against his, gasping when she feels him hit just the right spot.
“Right there oh god. Noah, fuck me harder please,” she begs.
Instead of acquiescing to her wishes, Puck stops his motions completely. He lets go of Rachel’s hands and holds himself over her on the floor. He reaches for one of her legs, unhooking it from behind his back and places it over his shoulder.
He rocks against her again, this time with a harder and more brutal pace that takes Rachel by surprise, so much so that her mouth opens in an attempt to moan or gasp but her voice won’t actually work. She merely pants as Puck continuously drives himself harder and harder into her, hitting the exact spot she wants every time. All that can be heard in the room at this point is their breathing and slaps of their bodies coming together.
Puck closes his eyes, knowing that if he keeps looking at Rachel he won’t last much longer. She’s like a teenage wet dream underneath him, and while he usually has a lot more self-control the rules have completely flipped with this woman.
When he opens his eyes again seconds later he finds Rachel’s back completely arched with her hand tweaking her breasts. Her other hand seems to be reaching for something to hold onto, but all she can grab is the rug underneath her.
“You need to come Rach. Fuck you’re tight. You wanna come baby?” he grits out.
“Yes!” she gasps out. “Make me come please, I’m so close.”
Puck reaches down to Rachel’s pussy and rubs lightly at her clit. From the soft touch, Rachel jerks harshly against Puck with a moan and hiss of yes. He continues to flick at the nub while keeping his rhythm, feeling her start to clench around him. They both pant, looking each other in the eye as they fall over the edge. Rachel cries out and reaches for Puck to pull him down to her. Their lips meet, swallowing each others moans and Puck’s thrusts turn softer while they ride out their orgasms.
He gently takes Rachel’s leg off his shoulder and eases himself out of her, both of them wincing at the loss. He carefully takes off the condom and gets up to throw it away in the bathroom close by.
Rachel sits up in her place on the floor, reaching over to the coffee table for her glass of wine. She drinks the rest of it in one gulp, staring at the scattered clothes all over the floor with a grin.
But when she looks at her feet, she sees she still has her red high heels on and laughs hysterically.
x 0 x 0 x
When she wakes up the next day, it’s almost noon and Puck isn’t in bed with her.
She knows he’s on call for most of the day and would be surprised if he didn’t get called in yet. She doesn’t have to be at the hospital, having a rare day off, so letting herself sleep until noon is a luxury.
She gets up from her bed and immediately steps on her comforter and some pillows. She and Puck didn’t really need them during the night…it really just got in the way of everything they were doing. She puts on a pair of panties and tank top and goes downstairs to finally clean up the mess from last night.
When she gets to the kitchen though, all of the dishes are done and a plate of eggs and toast are waiting for her on the counter…along with Puck in his boxers reading the paper with some coffee.
He looks up from what he’s reading to see her in the entryway looking around the kitchen confused.
“Morning. Kind of woke up early so I decided to do those dishes for you and make some breakfast…but you don’t have much in your fridge. I did what I could,” he tells her.
She simply nods and goes to pour herself a cup of coffee, not really knowing what to make of him being so comfortable in her kitchen already. It’s unnerving but sexy at the same time. He looks good in here and she shouldn’t be thinking that already.
She takes a sip of her coffee and looks out the window of her kitchen for a moment when Puck wraps his arms around her from behind and turns her around towards him. She looks up in surprise but puts her coffee nonetheless so she can properly pull him into a kiss.
It’s soft, less urgent and frenzied from the contact they’ve had all night. He sips at her lips, framing her face with his hands. They stay like this for a few moments, leisurely kissing each other as if they have all the time in the world.
He pulls away slowly though when breathing becomes an issue and smiles at the dreamy look on Rachel’s face.
“You’re pretty quiet this morning. Something wrong?” he murmurs.
Rachel shakes her head. “I just…I thought you left or something. I didn’t expect all this when I came down here.”
“I wouldn’t have left without telling you Rach-“
“No it’s ok I just…somehow I thought everything from last night was too good to be true and when I woke up it would be different,” she interrupts sheepishly.
Puck sighs and pulls her closely to him. “It’s not too good to be true babe. I did fuck you into exhaustion many times last night.”
Rachel giggles and smacks Puck in the stomach lightly. “I’d say it was the other way around a couple times.”
Puck groans in remembrance. “You’re probably right. Fuck when you woke me up in the middle of night with that blowjob. Second time around was even better.”
They both shudder and unconsciously move closer to one another, Rachel feeling Puck’s hardness at her stomach. She places soft kisses at his chest while he reaches down for her tank top and raises the hem. Her hand moves down to inside his boxers to grasp his hard cock. Puck hisses at the contact.
“Want you again. We need a condom,” he whispers against her lips before kissing her quickly. She moves her hand up and down his cock at a slow pace, feeling him become harder if that were even possible.
“I’m on the pill. Just this once Noah,” she says against his neck, biting at the spot on his neck she’s beginning to love so much. He groans at her words and his hands seem to hesitate taking off her panties. But her increasing pace on his cock seems to be more of an incentive and he relents by slipping on the garment quickly.
She lets go of him only to completely raise the hem of her tank top and take it off completely. He positions himself at her entrance drives in quickly making them both sigh.
All night, their joining together has been hard, fast, animalistic, loud, and frenzied. But this time they go slow, moving together in a soft rhythm. Rachel clings to him, wrapping her legs around him and he holds her up against the counter.
They kiss, swallowing any cries the other may let out. The kitchen is mostly quiet as they rock together and it’s not until they’re both at the brink that the simplest groans from the both of them can be heard. That doesn’t mean the orgasm is any less intense. Rachel sighs and shudders violently when she feels Puck release inside her, letting herself ride out her own orgasm.
The two of them stay still for a moment, not wanting to let go until their moment is completely interrupted by a beeper going off. They both know what that is.
Puck sighs in disappointment and reluctantly pulls out of Rachel slowly. She quickly grabs a clean washcloth from the pile she has on the counter and hands it over to Puck to clean up.
“That’s the hospital. Guess I have to go,” he tells her.
They both put on whatever clothes they have in the kitchen and living room, not saying much to each other. Once Puck slips on the belt for his slacks, he grabs his wallet off of the coffee table and looks at Rachel.
“You’re off today right? Can I see you tonight?” he asks hopefully.
“I would say yes but…I told Brittany and Finn they could move into the house tonight. We’re going to have to be more careful if you come over here by the way. I can’t risk them seeing you here. What if…what if I come over to your place?”
At this question Puck’s expression contorts a little, but before Rachel can even fully notice it he masks it was an easy going smile.
“You don’t want to come over to my place it’s a complete disaster. I haven’t even had time to move all of my stuff in. We’ll figure something out ok? I’ll see you tomorrow,” he explains quickly.
He kisses her thoroughly, not wanting to let go, before pulling away with a quick goodbye and wave. Before she knows it, he’s out the door.
x 0 x 0 x
Brittany and Finn are more trouble than they’re worth sometimes.
Rachel wants to spend the rest of the day in bed and intends to do just that after getting a shower, if it weren’t for the fact that her two new tenants decided they wanted to move in 5 hours earlier than she told them to.
She’s snuggled in her bed in her favorite sweatpants and can still smell Puck on her sheets. She’s been asleep for a hour when she hears the doorbell and incessant knocking on the door.
When she goes down to open it the two of them are standing on her doorstep with bright smiles and boxes.
“Hey roomie!” Brittany exclaims.
Rachel simply scowls and holds the door open wider for them so they can get in.
She pretty much refuses to help them and watches as they bring box after box into her living room. It’s not too many thankfully and when they’re done the 3 of them look around contemplating where to put everything.
And then Brittany gasps.
“I didn’t even notice the two wine glasses on the coffee table. And is that a dress over there? Oh my god I forgot about your date last night!” she squeals.
Finn blushes, getting the insinuation of Rachel’s dress being in the living room while Rachel hides her face completely in her hands.
“Brittany shut up and find your room,” she mutters.
“You’re going to have to tell me about it sooner or later you know,” Brittany points out.
Rachel shakes her head in annoyance and goes to the kitchen to find food. She really needs food.
Hours later the boxes are in their rightful places and the three interns are sitting on the couch with beers in their hands. It’s the first time since they got here that its been quiet and Rachel decides to enjoy it while she can.
Although it has been a fun day. She doesn’t want to admit it, but having Brittany and Finn around here could be fun. It’s better than being completely alone in this house with all of the memories. The two of them bring a lot of laughter and silliness. Something this house has never really seen.
“We should have a party. A housewarming party,” Brittany suggests after taking a sip of her beer.
“Yeah! We could invite some of the other interns and stuff. Like a mixer except cooler!” Finn adds.
Rachel groans. “No.”
“Why not!?” Brittany and Finn whine at the same time.
“I don’t want a bunch of people in my house messing up all of my stuff. Just…no!”
“Come on Rach. It’s not going to be that many people. And Brittany didn’t you say your boyfriend is coming over the weekend? We could have it then! So we can all meet Brittany’s boyfriend!” Finn pleads.
The two of them prattle off with more ideas for this party while Rachel sits in between them with no choice but to let them do what they want.
She’ll probably regret it later but she can’t very well say no to Brittany AND Finn.
Title: between the lines that divide your world from mine
Characters: rachel berry, noah puckerman, santana lopez, brittany pierce and appearances by many others
Pairing: puck/rachel
Rating: NC-17 this chapter for smut
Word Count: 6119
Spoilers: None
Summary: An AU puck/rachel love story set in the world of surgery and on call rooms. aka Grey's Anatomy.
First, telling Brittany that it was ok for her and Finn to live with her.
Two was stopping herself from not waking up with Dr. Noah Puckerman this morning.
When she walked out of that bar and saw the look he gave her, she knew that things were a little screwed up now. The ball was in her court. He was done trying to chase her. Everytime he did she would let him get only so close before running away again.
She checked her phone when she woke up and saw a couple texts from Brittany, Santana, and Finn but nothing from the only person she wanted to hear from.
x 0 x 0 x
He completely ignores her existence. Which is generally the norm between interns and attendings but he at least gives her knowing glances, smiles, and winks. After giving rectal exams and filling out charts they’re honestly the best part of her day and she doesn’t realize this until he won’t even look at her.
She isn’t on his service for two weeks and she knows that he has something to do with it. Every time Jones gives them their assignments she always says that Dr. Puckerman explicitly requested someone else like Kurt, Brittany, or Finn. Never Rachel though.
The only time she gets to see any sort of emotion on his face is when she sits in the gallery and watches his surgeries.
There’s one particular day he’s doing a craniometry on an already high risk pregnant woman who was in a car accident. The gallery is full, watching as he tries to remove the blood in her brain while the on call OB/GYN monitors the baby. Everyone’s on edge but she manages to get a seat in the front.
He’s completely focused and taking his own damn time, which bugs the hell out of everyone in the room except for her. In the short time she’s known him she’s learned that you can be completely calm if your life is in Noah Puckerman’s hands. He’s a cocky son of a bitch because he’s smart…and he knows what he’s doing. He just likes to take his time doing it to keep the suspense going.
Everything is fine until the baby’s blood pressure starts increasing rapidly. Everyone in the OR is on edge and the OB is yelling at Puck to control what he’s doing so she can save the baby. He won’t stop.
“Dr. Puckerman I’m going to have to deliver the baby if this gets any worse,” the woman tells him earnestly.
Even with a mask covering most of his face Rachel can tell that is face is mostly passive. “Just wait,” he tells her nonchalantly.
Everyone in the gallery is murmuring and on the edge of their seats but Rachel is sitting back and relaxed. If there was any reason to worry his eyebrows would be more scrunched and they would be in the shit if his left eyebrow was arched.
Yes she knows that much about this man.
He concentrates on a particular spot for a few more minutes before declaring that everything he can do is done. The OB sets to work on lowering the blood pressure while Puck closes up and cleans himself up.
This is the point where everyone is talking about how callous he is for just ignoring what’s going on with the baby. But once he closes up she smirks as he asks the OB how everything is going and starts to help her.
The room goes a little quiet after that.
x 0 x 0 x
She waits outside the OR room and watches as nurses and other doctors leave the room. They all look a little defeated, and when she sees the OB leave she has an angry look on her face. That won’t help things in the future.
Once she’s sure everyone is gone she walks into the room where she sees Puck sitting on top of the counter, next to the sink where they wash their hands to scrub in. He’s holding his scrub cap, twisting it in his hands with a pensive look on his face.
He’s blaming himself.
Rachel is not experienced by any means…she’s an intern. But she knows for a fact it’s not Puck’s fault the woman and the baby died. It was a miracle they didn’t die instantly in the first place. She had many critical injuries…they just couldn’t hold on any longer.
She walks closer to him and he looks up and sees her there. His shoulders slump and he shakes his head. “I know it wasn’t my fault. She had internal bleeding in the first place and the baby was breeching and it was just a mess. I did what I was supposed to do.”
She closes the distance between them and stands between his legs, putting her hands on his thighs. “Then why do you have that look on your face?” she asks him quietly.
He sighs. “She has a husband and 2 children. I told them I would do everything I could to save them. And sometimes that sucks to say because your everything isn’t enough sometimes. I know for a fact everyone in that gallery completely doubted everything I did in there and I know they’ll think it was my fault. I also know that everyone considers me to be some neuro god and I hate that. I’m not a god. I’m just a man. And I can’t save everyone.”
He turns his gaze away from her and looks down at his lap, fiddling with his scrub cap. Rachel looks at him softly and brings her hands to cup his cheeks. She tilts his face until he’s looking at her again, and places a gentle kiss on his cheek, letting it linger as long as she can.
“I’m sorry…” she whispers in his ear. She pulls back to look at him and sees his eyebrows are furrowed.
“You were the only one in that gallery that believed in me you know. You were the only one that wasn’t worried, freaking out, or scared. And when she flatlined I looked at you. I could only see how you were looking at me…and it pushed me to save her. Because you see me Rachel…not Dr. Noah Puckerman, one of the best neurosurgeons in the country. You just see me.”
She smiles lightly and traces his jawbone with her finger. “I’m so sorry about that night in the bar,” she whispers. “There’s just…there’s so much you don’t know Noah. And I can’t tell you even if I want to. I know this is cliché but honestly that was all me not you. You’re wonderful and I should let you take me out to dinner and take me home. I know you’re not going to just leave.”
He looks up into her eyes and lets go of his scrub cap to latch onto her hips and bring her closer to him. He leans in and lays his forehead against hers so that he can look at her closely.
“If there are things you can’t tell me…I’m just going to have to trust you ok? But don’t push me away Rachel.”
She nods sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”
They stand in silence together for a few minutes, enjoying the small moment of peace they know they won’t have for the rest of the day. Rachel leans back and slightly releases herself from Puck’s hold though when her beeper goes off.
“I have to go,” she tells him regretfully. “But you should come over tonight. I’ll cook you dinner. I know it’s not going to a great restaurant but you bring the wine and it’ll all end in the same way,” she finishes coyly with a wink.
He smirks and nods while getting down from the counter.
“I’ll be the guy with the wine on your doorstep at 8:30.”
They smile at each other before Rachel rushes out the door.
x 0 x 0 x
“Can we move in tonight?”
Rachel stops what she’s doing and looks up to see Brittany and Finn’s eager puppy dog faces.
Why did she agree to this?
“No,” she says firmly and goes back to the chart she was reading.
“But we really need to get a move in Rach so when can we do it?” Brittany asks patiently.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Well what’s the difference if we do it tonight?”
“You just can’t tonight ok? I’m busy, I have things to do in the house that require it to be empty and not have you guys roaming around and making noise. You’re already ruining my routine and peace so let me have one last night ok?”
Brittany and Finn stare at Rachel perplexed for a moment until a light bulb goes off in Brittany’s head. “You have a date. You’re trying to have sex aren’t you?” she asks excitedly.
Rachel puts her pen down frustrated and looks up at Brittany’s excited face and Finn’s grimace. “How is that any of your business? Just don’t move in tonight. End of story. Move in tomorrow night and I’ll even help you guys with your stuff.”
The two of them look at her apologetically and sheepishly, seeing that she’s mad now. And no one really likes Rachel when she’s angry. They simply nod and rush away whispering together.
x 0 x 0 x
She kind of can’t wait for this date tonight and she knows Puck can’t either.
She has to give them credit. With all of the secret, heated glances they’ve been giving each other all day they should have snuck into an on call room when they had the chance. Apparently they have amazing self-control.
She’s mapping it in her head. She’ll make something simple because she hasn’t really been grocery shopping this week but she knows she has enough to make lasagna with some salad. She can pick up bread on the way home and make garlic bread.
Besides Puck won’t care what she makes. They’ll be lucky if they make through dinner and he doesn’t take her on table.
But she’s locking the door when he gets in. Deadbolting it even. She wouldn’t put it past Brittany and Finn to try and come and simultaneously move in and find out who her date is. Those little sneaks even told Santana about it.
“You have a date tonight? How do you have time to date? Or find people to date. Does he work here?” Santana interrogated her during lunch.
Rachel stopped mid chew of her salad, alarmed. “How did you know about that?”
Santana raised her eyebrow. “Tweedle dee and tweedle dum don’t really shut up. So spill who’s the guy?”
Rachel cleared her throat. “He’s no one you know.”
Santana looked at her with narrowed eyes. She watches Rachel for a minute before a realization hits her. “It’s fucking Puckerman isn’t it you whore!?”
Rachel drops her fork and shakes her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Santana.”
“Shut up you’re having a date with Dr. Puckerman. I thought you ended that shit. Are you trying to completely sabotage your career?”
“No…no one is supposed to know anyway. And if you keep your mouth shut my career won’t be ruined ok?”
“Whatever happened to the thrill of the chase? And what happens when people do find out…because they will Rachel you can’t be naïve enough to think they won’t-“
“Shut up!” Rachel hisses. “No one is going to find out because we’re going to be careful. Look I’ve spent some time with him, I like him, and I’ve been careful. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think it was a good idea because I love being a surgeon Santana and I wouldn’t risk that for just any average joe.”
Santana looks at her shocked. “You actually like him don’t you?”
Rachel shrugs. “Yeah. I do like him.”
Santana shakes her head. “You’re so fucked if people find out.”
Rachel sighs. “I know.”
x 0 x 0 x
She figures that when in doubt you should go with a little black dress.
In some ways, she’s forgotten how to dress since her internship started because she doesn’t really wear anything outside of scrubs and the occasional sweater and jeans. Luckily she had some sense of fashion before she started working and her closet actually has some options-particularly a black dress she bought a long time ago and has been waiting to show off. Puck is just the person to show it off to.
She slips on the fabric and smoothes over the bodice, loving the way it hugs her frame. The dress ends mid thigh, allowing her to show off her legs and favorite red high heels.
She should be ashamed by how obvious she’s being with the way the strapless dress pushes up her breasts but she’s trying to be more honest with herself. She’s determined to end the night somewhere in this house with Puck naked and on top or under her.
Well…he could also be behind her. That works too.
She can’t even feel bad about that because she knows Puck is thinking the same exact thing.
The lasagna is done and cooling off, and the garlic bread is in the oven. She lit up the fireplace and dimmed the lights in the living room to set a mood. Yeah whatever she’s desperate.
Like clockwork and magic, the doorbell rings when she’s taking out the garlic bread. She takes a deep breath, smoothes out her dress and fluffs her hair as she quickly walks to the door. She pulls it open to find Puck leaning against the frame holding a bottle of wine and wearing his tell tale smirk. She smiles blissfully as he walks in the house wearing a white dress shirt that shows off his body quite nicely and slacks. He looks around the entryway and living room before turning towards Rachel and reaching for her. He draws her into his arms and kisses her softly.
“Hi,” he murmurs.
She nuzzles her face into his neck and takes in his scent. He’s just showered and she can tell because he smells a little like Irish Spring and that clean scent is kind of a turn on for her. She grins and lays a kiss on his neck before lifting her head up to look at him. “You hungry?” she asks.
“Starved baby. What are we eating?”
She leads him into the kitchen by the hand and he walks in to see the table set up and the aroma of lasagna wafting in the room. He groans appreciatively at the sight of home cooked food.
“Did you know lasagna is really high on my list of favorite foods?” he asks her curiously.
“Actually I didn’t. But I’m not surprised…everyone loves lasagna and I make a fantastic one.”
“Oh I’ll be the judge of that babe,” he tells her as he sits down.
x 0 x 0 x
Apparently lasagna is an aphrodisiac…who knew?
She’s been sitting across from him as he eats and the moans that he’s been letting out make her think he’s already having his first orgasm of the night. She’s been drinking more wine than eating lasagna, mostly because she hates eating a lot on dates. She also hates eating so much before she has sex. Thankfully Puck picked up a big bottle of fantastic wine, so she’s buzzed and heady enough to be ridiculous and wild with him on every surface of the house.
He finally finishes the last bite and lets out a sigh of satisfaction. “That was fuckin good. Best lasagna next to my mom’s and that’s a pretty huge compliment.”
She smirks and gets up from the table to clear their plates and put them in the sink. She knows she doesn’t feel like washing up the dishes but it’s really only a couple of plates and she certainly won’t do it tomorrow morning. She’s drying up the dishes and putting them away when she feels Puck’s arms encircle her waist and pull her back into his embrace. She sighs as he trails kisses up her neck until his lips reach her ear.
“Stop drying those dishes and comes sit with me,” he whispers huskily.
She giggles at his tickling breath on her neck and puts down the dish and towel. He leads her off into the living room, grabbing their glasses of wine along the way. They settle on her couch, and Rachel wants to feel unsettled by the way Puck is heatedly staring at her as they sip their wine, but all it does is build the anticipation she’s felt since this afternoon. She takes her last sip and puts the glass down, grinning coyly at Puck.
“So…you haven’t even asked about dessert.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Oh really? And what’s on the menu Dr. Berry?”
She doesn’t answer him, but instead moves from her spot on the couch to climb on top of him. She settles on his lap and toys with the collar of his shirt, touching the buttons and twisting them lightly.
“Oh you know a little bit of this,” she mentions as she leans down and kisses his neck. “A little bit of that,” she whispers against it.
She can hear the groan he lets out deep in his throat but pays no mind as she bites and licks at his neck and roams her hands over his chest. She gets to the top button of his shirt to slowly and carefully unbutton it. She lifts her head from his neck to look at him in the eye as she takes off his shirt and leans into him slightly with a steady gaze until their lips are brushing against each other.
She can feel one hand kneading her hip as the other one trails down leaving heat that pierces even through the fabric of the dress. She wants him all over her.
He raises the hem of her dress and the feeling of his hand on her bare skin like this shouldn’t be such a shock to the system but it is. She gasps against his lips and pushes his shirt off his shoulders as she kisses him desperately. They cling to each other, neither wanting to let go but knowing that when they do it can only get better. She opens her mouth and immediately his tongue enters and begins dueling with her, massaging the roof of her mouth.
Puck breaks the kiss, lifting up her dress even more until it’s above her hips, staring into her eyes the whole time. Rachel smirks at the look on his face and gets up from his lap, not bothering to fix the skirt of her dress that is completely above her waist and showing her blood red lace panties.
She reaches for the zipper at the side of her dress and pulls it down slowly, loving that Puck’s eyes are following the downward motion. She bites her lip as she lets the dress fall to the ground and she’s left in just her panties and high heels.
Puck slouches in his seat on the couch, gripping the pillow next to him as he stares at Rachel’s almost naked form.
“Unbutton your pants,” she mutters lowly.
Their eyes don’t leave each other while Puck undoes his belt and slips the button through the hole to free his slacks. Rachel bends down to her knees, shooing away his hands and finishes him off by pulling down the zipper. She tugs the pants down and Puck gets the hint, lifting up his hips slightly so that she can pull them completely, along with his boxers.
His cock springs free and Rachel immediately bites her lip in contemplation. She can feel herself getting wetter because honestly Puck has a good package on him and he knows how to use it. Damn.
She kisses up his left thigh while her fingers trickle up his right thigh towards his dick. But her eyes are on him watching for his reactions. His breathing is a little harder, yet controlled. She wants him to lose his mind though.
When she gets to where he wants her to be, she grins at him devilishly before merely taking a lick at the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, Rachel,” he hisses.
She continues to tease him, licking timidly at the tip while her hand massages the base. Puck groans, laying his head back against the couch. The woman is completely challenging his self-control but he won’t let her win.
“Rach, you need to do something. Now,” Puck growls.
Rachel looks at him innocently, as if she isn’t purposely teasing him. She keeps his gaze while she takes his whole tip in her mouth and sucks, and continues to suck down the length of his cock. Puck moans loudly and grips Rachel’s hair so he can see her bob up and down his dick. She swallows around him while gripping his inner thigh and Puck shudders.
“Fuck, your mouth baby. Fuck.”
He holds her head still and pistons his hips, letting himself fuck her mouth. He watches his cock slip in and out of her mouth and closes his eyes before he loses complete control. He hears her moan loudly and opens his eyes to see her looking at him and tweaking her nipple. He pulls her off of him and lets her breathe for a second.
“Why’d you stop?” she asks confused.
“Take off your panties,” he orders. “Need to fuck you Rachel.”
Rachel leans back so that she’s lying on the floor and straightens out her legs into the air. She slips off the scrap of lace and trails it up her legs until they’re hanging off of one foot. Her feet find themselves back on the floor with her legs bended at the knee but spread apart.
Her hand trails from down her neck to the valley between her breasts, onto her stomach where she toys with her belly button. She continues her quest, watching Puck gaze at her hungrily while he slips off his shoes and pants. He reaches inside the pocket of his slacks for a condom just as Rachel lightly touches her clit and lets out a breathy moan.
“Hurry Noah,” she whispers.
He slips on the condom and gets down on the floor in between Rachel’s legs, towering over her. The hand that is moving over her pussy gets grabbed along with the other and Puck holds them over her head. Rachel wraps her legs around Puck’s waist in an effort to get him where she wants, but Puck decides to tease her too by nudging the tip of his cock against her wet opening. She whines in frustration and looks at him pleadingly.
“How badly do you want it? Tell me,” he orders.
Her eyes widen. “What?”
He bends down to take her lips harshly and grinds his hips against hers, teasing her more. She moans into his mouth and strains to get her arms free but he won’t let go. He pulls back from the kiss and nuzzles his head into her neck, nipping at her pulse point. Rachel’s breath quickens and she grinds against Puck faster.
“Noah…God just fuck me already please!”
“How bad do you want me to?”
“So bad. So so bad I’ve been thinking about it all day,” she moans. He grins in satisfaction and positions himself at her opening. He enters her swiftly and they both moan in relief.
Puck begins a steady pace against Rachel while she locks her legs around his waist. He holds her close to him so that they’re chest to chest, kissing every part of her he can reach.
“Tell me what you thought about Rachel. Did you think about sucking my cock? You were fucking eager for that baby,” he says against her collarbone.
Rachel hardly has the presence of mind to answer him, but moans loudly at his words.
“I wanted to taste you,” she lets out. She groans in surprise when she feels his mouth around her nipple, nipping at it slightly. She undulates her hips against his, gasping when she feels him hit just the right spot.
“Right there oh god. Noah, fuck me harder please,” she begs.
Instead of acquiescing to her wishes, Puck stops his motions completely. He lets go of Rachel’s hands and holds himself over her on the floor. He reaches for one of her legs, unhooking it from behind his back and places it over his shoulder.
He rocks against her again, this time with a harder and more brutal pace that takes Rachel by surprise, so much so that her mouth opens in an attempt to moan or gasp but her voice won’t actually work. She merely pants as Puck continuously drives himself harder and harder into her, hitting the exact spot she wants every time. All that can be heard in the room at this point is their breathing and slaps of their bodies coming together.
Puck closes his eyes, knowing that if he keeps looking at Rachel he won’t last much longer. She’s like a teenage wet dream underneath him, and while he usually has a lot more self-control the rules have completely flipped with this woman.
When he opens his eyes again seconds later he finds Rachel’s back completely arched with her hand tweaking her breasts. Her other hand seems to be reaching for something to hold onto, but all she can grab is the rug underneath her.
“You need to come Rach. Fuck you’re tight. You wanna come baby?” he grits out.
“Yes!” she gasps out. “Make me come please, I’m so close.”
Puck reaches down to Rachel’s pussy and rubs lightly at her clit. From the soft touch, Rachel jerks harshly against Puck with a moan and hiss of yes. He continues to flick at the nub while keeping his rhythm, feeling her start to clench around him. They both pant, looking each other in the eye as they fall over the edge. Rachel cries out and reaches for Puck to pull him down to her. Their lips meet, swallowing each others moans and Puck’s thrusts turn softer while they ride out their orgasms.
He gently takes Rachel’s leg off his shoulder and eases himself out of her, both of them wincing at the loss. He carefully takes off the condom and gets up to throw it away in the bathroom close by.
Rachel sits up in her place on the floor, reaching over to the coffee table for her glass of wine. She drinks the rest of it in one gulp, staring at the scattered clothes all over the floor with a grin.
But when she looks at her feet, she sees she still has her red high heels on and laughs hysterically.
x 0 x 0 x
When she wakes up the next day, it’s almost noon and Puck isn’t in bed with her.
She knows he’s on call for most of the day and would be surprised if he didn’t get called in yet. She doesn’t have to be at the hospital, having a rare day off, so letting herself sleep until noon is a luxury.
She gets up from her bed and immediately steps on her comforter and some pillows. She and Puck didn’t really need them during the night…it really just got in the way of everything they were doing. She puts on a pair of panties and tank top and goes downstairs to finally clean up the mess from last night.
When she gets to the kitchen though, all of the dishes are done and a plate of eggs and toast are waiting for her on the counter…along with Puck in his boxers reading the paper with some coffee.
He looks up from what he’s reading to see her in the entryway looking around the kitchen confused.
“Morning. Kind of woke up early so I decided to do those dishes for you and make some breakfast…but you don’t have much in your fridge. I did what I could,” he tells her.
She simply nods and goes to pour herself a cup of coffee, not really knowing what to make of him being so comfortable in her kitchen already. It’s unnerving but sexy at the same time. He looks good in here and she shouldn’t be thinking that already.
She takes a sip of her coffee and looks out the window of her kitchen for a moment when Puck wraps his arms around her from behind and turns her around towards him. She looks up in surprise but puts her coffee nonetheless so she can properly pull him into a kiss.
It’s soft, less urgent and frenzied from the contact they’ve had all night. He sips at her lips, framing her face with his hands. They stay like this for a few moments, leisurely kissing each other as if they have all the time in the world.
He pulls away slowly though when breathing becomes an issue and smiles at the dreamy look on Rachel’s face.
“You’re pretty quiet this morning. Something wrong?” he murmurs.
Rachel shakes her head. “I just…I thought you left or something. I didn’t expect all this when I came down here.”
“I wouldn’t have left without telling you Rach-“
“No it’s ok I just…somehow I thought everything from last night was too good to be true and when I woke up it would be different,” she interrupts sheepishly.
Puck sighs and pulls her closely to him. “It’s not too good to be true babe. I did fuck you into exhaustion many times last night.”
Rachel giggles and smacks Puck in the stomach lightly. “I’d say it was the other way around a couple times.”
Puck groans in remembrance. “You’re probably right. Fuck when you woke me up in the middle of night with that blowjob. Second time around was even better.”
They both shudder and unconsciously move closer to one another, Rachel feeling Puck’s hardness at her stomach. She places soft kisses at his chest while he reaches down for her tank top and raises the hem. Her hand moves down to inside his boxers to grasp his hard cock. Puck hisses at the contact.
“Want you again. We need a condom,” he whispers against her lips before kissing her quickly. She moves her hand up and down his cock at a slow pace, feeling him become harder if that were even possible.
“I’m on the pill. Just this once Noah,” she says against his neck, biting at the spot on his neck she’s beginning to love so much. He groans at her words and his hands seem to hesitate taking off her panties. But her increasing pace on his cock seems to be more of an incentive and he relents by slipping on the garment quickly.
She lets go of him only to completely raise the hem of her tank top and take it off completely. He positions himself at her entrance drives in quickly making them both sigh.
All night, their joining together has been hard, fast, animalistic, loud, and frenzied. But this time they go slow, moving together in a soft rhythm. Rachel clings to him, wrapping her legs around him and he holds her up against the counter.
They kiss, swallowing any cries the other may let out. The kitchen is mostly quiet as they rock together and it’s not until they’re both at the brink that the simplest groans from the both of them can be heard. That doesn’t mean the orgasm is any less intense. Rachel sighs and shudders violently when she feels Puck release inside her, letting herself ride out her own orgasm.
The two of them stay still for a moment, not wanting to let go until their moment is completely interrupted by a beeper going off. They both know what that is.
Puck sighs in disappointment and reluctantly pulls out of Rachel slowly. She quickly grabs a clean washcloth from the pile she has on the counter and hands it over to Puck to clean up.
“That’s the hospital. Guess I have to go,” he tells her.
They both put on whatever clothes they have in the kitchen and living room, not saying much to each other. Once Puck slips on the belt for his slacks, he grabs his wallet off of the coffee table and looks at Rachel.
“You’re off today right? Can I see you tonight?” he asks hopefully.
“I would say yes but…I told Brittany and Finn they could move into the house tonight. We’re going to have to be more careful if you come over here by the way. I can’t risk them seeing you here. What if…what if I come over to your place?”
At this question Puck’s expression contorts a little, but before Rachel can even fully notice it he masks it was an easy going smile.
“You don’t want to come over to my place it’s a complete disaster. I haven’t even had time to move all of my stuff in. We’ll figure something out ok? I’ll see you tomorrow,” he explains quickly.
He kisses her thoroughly, not wanting to let go, before pulling away with a quick goodbye and wave. Before she knows it, he’s out the door.
x 0 x 0 x
Brittany and Finn are more trouble than they’re worth sometimes.
Rachel wants to spend the rest of the day in bed and intends to do just that after getting a shower, if it weren’t for the fact that her two new tenants decided they wanted to move in 5 hours earlier than she told them to.
She’s snuggled in her bed in her favorite sweatpants and can still smell Puck on her sheets. She’s been asleep for a hour when she hears the doorbell and incessant knocking on the door.
When she goes down to open it the two of them are standing on her doorstep with bright smiles and boxes.
“Hey roomie!” Brittany exclaims.
Rachel simply scowls and holds the door open wider for them so they can get in.
She pretty much refuses to help them and watches as they bring box after box into her living room. It’s not too many thankfully and when they’re done the 3 of them look around contemplating where to put everything.
And then Brittany gasps.
“I didn’t even notice the two wine glasses on the coffee table. And is that a dress over there? Oh my god I forgot about your date last night!” she squeals.
Finn blushes, getting the insinuation of Rachel’s dress being in the living room while Rachel hides her face completely in her hands.
“Brittany shut up and find your room,” she mutters.
“You’re going to have to tell me about it sooner or later you know,” Brittany points out.
Rachel shakes her head in annoyance and goes to the kitchen to find food. She really needs food.
Hours later the boxes are in their rightful places and the three interns are sitting on the couch with beers in their hands. It’s the first time since they got here that its been quiet and Rachel decides to enjoy it while she can.
Although it has been a fun day. She doesn’t want to admit it, but having Brittany and Finn around here could be fun. It’s better than being completely alone in this house with all of the memories. The two of them bring a lot of laughter and silliness. Something this house has never really seen.
“We should have a party. A housewarming party,” Brittany suggests after taking a sip of her beer.
“Yeah! We could invite some of the other interns and stuff. Like a mixer except cooler!” Finn adds.
Rachel groans. “No.”
“Why not!?” Brittany and Finn whine at the same time.
“I don’t want a bunch of people in my house messing up all of my stuff. Just…no!”
“Come on Rach. It’s not going to be that many people. And Brittany didn’t you say your boyfriend is coming over the weekend? We could have it then! So we can all meet Brittany’s boyfriend!” Finn pleads.
The two of them prattle off with more ideas for this party while Rachel sits in between them with no choice but to let them do what they want.
She’ll probably regret it later but she can’t very well say no to Brittany AND Finn.
Title: between the lines that divide your world from mine
Characters: rachel berry, noah puckerman, santana lopez, brittany pierce and appearances by many others
Pairing: puck/rachel
Rating: NC-17 this chapter for smut
Word Count: 6119
Spoilers: None
Summary: An AU puck/rachel love story set in the world of surgery and on call rooms. aka Grey's Anatomy.