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AU THREE SENTENCE MEME, RPF AND OTHERWISE: Give me multiple pairings. Give me an AU setting. I will write you a three-sentence fic.There's a Scared Straight marathon on right now and I need to peel my gaze away. I'd go and read about mobsters and the nuclear apocalypse, but my roommate is having the rest of her meltdown right now. And on Web MD
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it's the ladies' choice
"So you gonna come in?" Puck asks her and really, that's how this all starts, he invites her to work and she starts going to Philip's on third because it's too close not to and Puck won't let her take a couple of excuses. It's what they do.
She meets Will by accident though. She's sitting at the end of the bar with wine and a script and it's Sunday, not at all a full house, and he sits down next to her. He's handsome and Puck's eyeing them from the other end, watching her carefully as Will asks about her job, the play, and finally confesses to seeing her the last two times in that new Walt Matherson's piece.
"He's a friend," he confesses.
She laughs softly. "Oh yeah?"
"We went to school years ago," he says. "I always thought I'd be the one that would head to the stage, or well, be a teacher and Walt would do ... well, it doesn't matter."
Her lips curl and she says something sweet like you've done well and he laughs and touches her arm. She likes that he's forward, but not too forward, and the conversation sort of unravels from there, to the point where when Puck walks her out, Will stops them and says to her see you soon.
The fact that she comes back is not the surprise. The real surprise is the combination of the leather boots and Puck's white t-shirt over her jeans as he drags her back behind the bar with her. She laughs because it's been awhile and it's still the same since college, servicing customers and keeping to a certain speed.
At the end of night though, her feet hurt and she's got her legs stretched out over Puck's lap as she talks to Will about why no one should try and bring Journey back - expect for the occasional drunk college student. Puck's watching them both and she makes sure to call him Noah a couple of times, their private reassurance, to keep the mood settled and lazy.
Someone pours the whiskey though. This is not her fault.
Will's mouth is not soft. She has a leg over his shoulder, her heel digging into his back. It was Puck's idea to keep the boots on.
But he has two fingers inside of her, Will, and his tongue flicks against her clit, just as she arches against Puck's chest. The pace is going to kill her, she decides, and Puck keeps catching her mouth because he lost some stupid bet downstairs about who gets to touch her first. She's wet and she's aching, withering against Will's mouth when Puck bites at her lip.
"When I take you home," he breathes, and it's a different kind of promise, a promise that's not for this room at all, but he doesn't finish -
Will makes her say his name first.
He's just as selfish too.
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Also, the prospect of FBI fic being an actual ~thing is making me giddy.
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