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The Moments Far And Few Between - 4/5
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I am SO sorry about the delay in posting - we're in the middle of kitchen renovations and noisy electricians cut out my internet. I was lost without it...
For a long time, there wasn’t another moment. After their third moment they remained friends right into eleventh grade - you couldn’t go back after a moment like that, but they never acknowledged it again. Puck became the only reason she left the house, even when the rest of her club, her supposed people refused to include her, he dragged her out.
Their meetings were always secret, covert in places where they were never seen. They’d spend a Wednesday night together at a tiny pizza joint talking, laughing, soaking in one another, sharing a soft kiss at the end of the night, and the following morning at school he’d breeze straight past her in the hall, draped with adoring cheerleaders. He’d talk to her at school in brief, if not monosyllabic phrases and he’d glance around cautiously, just to make sure neither the football guys or any Glee kids were nearby.
Rachel knew that she was a Berry woman and that in any other circumstance she would not stand to be treated that way but there was something about him. She couldn’t tell him no. It wasn’t like they ever said they were dating - they were just friends... who kissed a lot.
It was another typical day at school, the beginning of Glee practice and she stood at the front of the group as they all trickled in weakly. After their shameful, embarrassing loss at Nationals (they didn’t even place) they’d barely made the effort to show up, despite the ever impending Sectionals. Despite Rachel’s pleas to stick with it, to rejoin so they could come back with a vengeance Mercedes and Kurt were going out of their way to convince everyone otherwise. At least Puck showed up faithfully.
After an hour and a half of cat fighting with Mercedes, Rachel was drained. She hated fighting with that girl, she’d always win. She dismissed her club, burying her head in her hands. Glee may as well be over. The room was silent and she sighed, trying to fight of the onslaught of tears that threatened to fall.
Suddenly there were warm hands on her back that made her gasp, and leap, startled. She whirled around, facing her attacker to see Puck standing, a bemused grin on her face.
‘On edge Berry?’ he asked, chuckling.
‘Noah,’ she gasped, clutching her heart, ‘You startled me.’
‘Really? I couldn’t tell...’
Rachel slumped back down in her chair and he sighed, ‘What’s up Berry?’
She shook her head, ‘Nothing. It’s okay.’
His hands moved over her back gently, kneading into the tight and tense muscles in her shoulders. Rachel moaned quietly and Puck grinned.
‘Seriously, talk to me Berry. I’m asking you to talk to me. That doesn’t happen very often, you know that.’
She shook her head, leaning into his strong hands that continued to roam her back.
‘Glee is falling apart,’ she confessed, ‘We’re over. The one thing that I truly care about and belong to and it’s falling apart.’
Puck leant down, brushing a kiss against her bare neck beneath her ponytail, ‘They’re just in a slump... you need to pull them out of it.’
Rachel was surprised at his validity, how easily he was prepared to kiss her when they were so open, so vulnerable to being seen. What if they were seen...
‘But... how...’ she moaned quietly, trying to see through the haze that Puck’s kisses were giving her vision.
‘You’ll think of something I’m sure,’ he murmured, his voice low and throaty, ‘I have faith in you.’
He pulled his lips off her neck and stepped away, causing Rachel to whirl around wide eyed, her happy haze disiappating, her mood crashing to the ground.
‘What...’ she stammered.
‘You seem preoccupied,’ Puck shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets.
Rachel quirked an eyebrow at him, her heart still racing like a rabbit’s, ‘You know... my parents aren’t at home...’
She took a slow step toward him, hooking her fingers in the waist band of his jeans. Puck’s eyes widened entranced. She reached up on tiptoes and pressed a sultry kiss to his lips.
‘My apartment? I’ll race ya...’
With that, she turned away from him, her hips swaying sultrily as she sashayed from the room. She knew he’d follow.
As she drove to her apartment her heart pounded. What was she getting into? Why had she invited him to her house?
She glanced in the rearview mirror and saw his truck behind her. He was coming.
She pulled up outside the building and waited for Puck who practically leapt out of his truck. He grabbed her hand, pulling her in for a deep kiss as they walked into the building. As they rode in the elevator Puck began to kiss her neck, sucking with abandon, pressing himself against her. As they entered the apartment as whirled her around, so she was walking backward, their lips fusing, their tongues battling, exploring, caressing. His hands roamed around her waist, climbing higher and higher, slipping below her shirt to explore her flat toned stomach. They didn’t break apart for a moment as they backed into her bedroom, still feverishly exploring one another. Rachel slipped her hands beneath his shirt, exploring the firm and taught muscles beneath, her tiny fingers brushing over his chest adoringly. Puck was tracing his fingers along her bra line, teasingly, curiously and he slid down to squeeze Rachel’s waist.
They’d done this bit before, the exploring, the playful feeling beneath the shirts, the hot and heavy makeout sessions. That was how they’d both spent their summers, getting to know one another’s lips like the back of their own hands. But this... this felt different.
His hands slid down to playfully squeeze her ass before sliding back up to the toy with the hem of her shirt.
He pulled away, pulling his shirt off without caution and he met her eyes and grinned at her, brimming with a silent dare. Rachel met his dare and tugged her own shirt off over her head, tossing it over into the corner of the room. Puck grinned wolfishly, staring unashamedly at her pretty lacy bra and then he glanced back up at her. He pulled her into his arms and began to kiss again. This was going much, much farther than before.
As his fingers fiddle with the clasp on her bra, Rachel’s stomach flipped. He met her eyes, with a silent question and she nodded. The lacy scrap fell away and she stood before him, full of self-awareness and embarrassment as he studied her hungrily. He stared at her, and she squirmed wondering exactly what he was thinking.
He came back into her arms, nipping her neck passionately, ‘My god you’re beautiful,’ he whispered.
From there, it progressed with abandon. Fingers toyed with flies, tugged on zippers, slid beneath skirts, stroked soft skin. Before she knew it, she was left in just panties, him just boxers, him pressed up against her tightly, his desire obvious by the hard bulge pressing against her hipbone.
And then suddenly, the feverish passion slowed. He no longer tore at her hair, nipped her skin, clawed at her shoulders. He became gentle and slow as he fingers hook on the elastic waist band of her panties.
‘Rach...’ he murmured throatily, ‘Tell me to stop.’
One time over the summer in one of their long serious moments they’d had that discussion. He knew perfectly well that Rachel had never had a boyfriend, had never done it. He knew the enormity of what could happen.
They remained entwined tightly, every inch of skin pressing against one another as they lay on the bed side by side.
‘Please,’ he begged quietly, ‘If this isn’t okay, please tell me to stop.’
This wasn’t a Puck every girl would get to know, Rachel acknowledged. His hands stroked the curve of her waist gently, his eyes brimming with silent promises; if this doesn’t happen then that’s okay. I’m here for you. It’s your choice.
Rachel wrapped her arms around him, feeling both of their pulses racketing against their ribcages in unison, light and feathery with nerves and breathlessness. This could actually happen to her...
She felt so safe in his arms, something she’d never felt before and she trusted him completely. She knew that he’d never hurt her and that perhaps, it was true.
She gasped, staring up at him. She loved him. She loved him. When did that happen?
And suddenly it felt perfectly right, she felt perfectly at home. This was how this was supposed to happen.
‘No,’ she whispered to him, ‘Don’t... don’t stop.’
‘Rach,’ he murmured, his voice shaking, ‘If... if we go any further we won’t be able to go back.’
‘I know,’
‘Are you sure?’ he asked, a hint of desperation, ‘Are you really sure you want me...?’
Rachel nodded, her eyes brimming with tears, ‘I’m sure. I really want it to be you.’
‘Oh Rach,’ he sighed, his lips meeting hers in the gentlest, sweetest kiss that made her heart soar, ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’
‘You won’t. I... I trust you.’
He wrapped her in his arms, kissing her furiously.
She lay back, pulling him on top of her, forsaking her everything to him.
She loved him.
Afterwards they both drifted to sleep, tangled in one another amongst her pink sheets. When Rachel woke again, she awoke to his warm brown eyes.
‘Hi Berry,’ he murmured quietly, brushing a stray piece of hair of her forehead.
‘Hi...’ she stammered.
He leant down to brush a kiss forehead tenderly, all the while musing what had just happened. He and Berry. He had just taken...
It was the first time he’d ever stayed. Usually, once he was done he left. He needed to get out of there before the chick woke up and he usually fled as soon as he’d pulled out. But this time...
With Berry it was different. With Berry he didn’t even consider anything else as he pulled her into his arms afterwards, sated and exhausted with sleepy smiles as they cuddled to sleep, revelling in what had just happened. This was something special.
‘How are you feeling?’ he asked softly.
She shrugged, ‘A little sore I guess,’
‘I’m sorry,’
‘Please,’ she whispered, ‘Please don’t be sorry.’
‘Do you have any regrets?’ he asked fearfully.
A small, peaceful smile lifted her lips and she shook her head, ‘No. Not a one. I’m glad it was you.’
He nodded, tangling his fingers into her mussed bed head, kissing her gently again. He was glad he was too.
Thankyou all for reading, we have only one more chapter left. I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas, or a happy holidays, depending on what you celebrate. My christmas is sure shaping up to be a hot one! :D