Fic: The 9 times Lauren and Puck had Sex (and the 1 Time They Didn't)
The Nine times Puck and Lauren Had Sex (And the One Time They Didn't)
Summary/background: Lauren is in college and runs into Puck at a party. They start a friends with benefits sort of relationship...or is it something more.
Rating: Oh NC-17...not for kiddies
Feedback: Please and thank you
Disclaimer: Oh Lord I don't own them, if I did we would have a lot more scenes to gush over.
Warning: Not edited. Read at your own risk...
Challenge: Use all ten sex prompts (without blushing and chickening out) and form a story.
Past chapters:
Chapter 1: Spanking
Chapter 2: Voyeurism
Chapter 3: Kissing
Chapter 4: Exhibitionism
Chapter 5: Bondage
Chapter 6: Shower!Sex
Chapter 7: Dirty Talk
Chapter 8: Oral
Chapter 9: Toys
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Prompt: Writer's Choice- Fire
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Writer's Choice- Fire
The truck was quiet except for the radio playing classic rock n roll. She was exhausted and more than a little ready to enjoy her time away from campus. The semester was finally over. The grades were in- she kicked ass of course. Now it was time to relax before the spring session started and it began again. Turning her head to the side she let the rocking of the old Ford and the music lure her to sleep. The drive to the cabin, that Quinn's father stupidly- er- kindly rented for her, was going to be at least three hours. Sam and Quinn were already there, having left the day before. Lauren was the only one that couldn't go...fucking ethics class- thank God that shit's over. She had her credit and now she was going to use the book as kindling for a fire. Closing her eyes, she drifted off thinking about the warmth her book was about to give them.
It felt like no time had past by the time she opened her eyes. Puck was leaning against his door with a soft expression on his face. Lauren paused, taking it in. The sleepiness forcing some of her guards down a little. She let herself smile at him, enjoy him. The moonlight was coming in through the front window- her first indication time had flown by, because it was light when they left- making the moment seem dream-like. Shadows covered them, dark and silver light. He reached out and moved some hair from her face, his fingertips brushing against her cheek. It felt so weird coming from him. They never were the sweet touchy -feely sort of couple. Not to say they didn't have moments when their shields would come down- like hers was now- but those were few and fair between.
He leaned in, his lips a breath from hers. She moved her head slightly toward him. Her eyes dropped to his mouth, watching his tongue peek out. Hers mimicked the movement. She wanted to taste him, grab him, feel him against her. But she held herself back, waiting to see where he would go next. Puck took her face in his hands, his fingers sliding in her hair and he tipped her head up to kiss her. It was gentle. With an undercurrent of sweet heat. The fog from her nap had started to lift from her mind only to be replaced by the sensual haze his mouth created inside of her. Lauren lifted her hands to his arms, yanking softly on his shirt under his jacket, urging him closer. Needing him closer. He was so warm, no so hot and her body felt slightly cold. Damn Ohio weather.
Angling her head to the side, she maneuvered so that her front was flush with his. One of his hands slid down her back, coming to a stop above her jeans. When his hand slid back up, his rough palm was against her skin, sending flames across her back wherever he touched. Lauren licked at the seam of his lips, wanting more. His mouth parted, opening for her and she immediately claimed what was hers. He was hers. There was no denying it anymore. No hiding behind the fuck buddy title. Puck has always been more than that. And maybe that's always scared her a little more than she was willing to admit to herself. Wanting Puck and loving Puck were two different things, but both could be dangerous. The first one could make her needy- something she never let herself be ever. The last one could destroy her like a wildfire could destroy a forest.
Pulling back, Lauren opened her eyes slowly, willing the thoughts from her head, trying to control her heart. This can't happen. She refused to let it happen. She was wrong. He wasn't more. He wasn't hers. He was Noah Puckerman- biggest male whore to ever walk the halls of William McKinley High School. And she, she didn't get all gooey eyed over anyone because she was Lauren Zizes- biggest bad ass period! Rolling her lips together, she turned to face front and saw the cabin for the first time.
“We should probably go in,” her voice shook. She prayed he didn't notice as she reached for the door handle and slid from the seat onto the snow covered ground. Leaving him with their luggage, Lauren shut the truck door. She heard him open his door behind her but didn't turn back. Her stomach felt tight, like she was about to be sick. Pausing at the cabin door, she closed her eyes, squared her shoulders and prepared herself for whatever this weekend would bring.
The first thing she saw when she opened the heavy wood door was Quinn half naked on top of Sam. Lauren's eyebrows shot into her hairline and an amused smirk settled quite comfortably on her lips. Nothing like catching ones best friend in the middle of sex to make one forget their own issues. She felt Puck come up behind her and rolled her lips together to smother the laugh as he let out a rather loud whistle. The blondes sprang apart, Quinn reaching down to cover her breasts with her hands and Sam shifted to hide his open fly [and exposed erection]. Quinn carefully pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and slid it over their bodies, which were turning an interesting shade of red from embarrassment.
“Did we interrupt?” Puck asked casually as he shut the door and dropped their bags. “Do you think we interrupted, Zizes?”
“I think we did, Puckerman,” she said back in a conversational tone. Quinn looked up at the two brunettes, glaring with her full- Queen bitch- glare. “Ooh, I think we pissed them off. Maybe we should go back outside so they can work off the hostility.”
“Fuck you,” her friend hissed.
Lauren and Puck laughed, the tension between them that she created, disappearing at their combined enjoyment of the situation. He took it one step further and wrapped his arm across her shoulders before saying, “I'll take care of fucking her later. Sam you better take care of your woman, she seems a little...wound up.”
“You two are assholes,” Sam responded, causing them to laugh even harder.
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Puck walked toward the room he would be sharing with Lauren for the weekend after the ribbing of Sam and Quinn became boring (he had a feeling it would be amusing once again later- there is nothing as funny as seeing Sam with eyes almost as large as his lips). He wondered which Lauren he would encounter when he entered the bedroom. Would it be the sex-crazed goddess he's been sleeping with for nearly six months- the one that only saw them as casual fuck friends or would it be the one that he saw in the truck- who didn't say anything about her feelings and she didn't have to because they were written clearly across her face. He knew what people thought- he wasn't the most in touch guy in the world. Many thought he didn't give a rat's ass about the women in his life, and before Lauren he couldn't really deny that as a fact- but with her he tried to pay attention.
She wasn't like most girls. She didn't express her feelings- well not the ones that had to do with him unless it was lust or anger, which could go hand- in- hand sometimes- so because of that he learned to watch. When she was embarrassed, her eyes shifted quickly to the right and a little sound of surprise came out. When she was nervous, she would pick at her thumb nail and the skin around it. This was especially true during wrestling season when facing an opponent that she saw as someone she might not be able to beat easily. When Lauren was happy, her blue eyes shined and the edges crinkled up a bit. If she was sad her eyes became slightly hallow, their gaze faraway- locked in her own thoughts.
He knew them all. Learned the signs. Found ways to pull her out of the bad moods- without getting injured- and ways to enhance the good ones. He never worked so hard before. In high school it was a challenge that turned into something else. Now it was all he wanted. He knew that. He knew that there was a reason he always found what he was looking for with her. And somewhere deep down, whether or not she's admitted it, she felt the same. When Quinn mentioned to him about getting the cabin, he knew this was his chance. He might not be the most romantic guy in the world, but he knew a good thing when he had it. Lauren was his good thing.
Taking a deep breath he entered the room and dropped their bags at his feet, using his body to shut the door behind him. The air he had just taken into his lungs, left him in a rush. “Oh fuck,” he hissed.
Lauren turned her head at the sound of his voice and grinned saucily at him. “I take it you like what I bought.”
He made a choked sound in the back of his throat and kicked the door completely shut with the heel of his foot. Oh fuck did he like what she bought. Her brown hair was tied up in a low twist at the back of her neck. Her lips were full and glossy red. Her blue eyes were highlighted in a smoky gray. Lauren's luscious body was adorned in a deep midnight blue negligee that cupped her beautiful breasts before splitting into two flowing pieces. Underneath he could see blue panties that were outlined in black lace. Her long legs were bare, pale, smooth skin that his hands itched to touch. His eyes slowly made their way back up to her face, stopping at her breasts again briefly.
“Damn,” he breathed.
The single word must have been enough because she beamed smugly at him. Lauren's tongue snuck out and licked at her lips. He rolled his together, trying, and failing miserably, to stop the blood flow from leaving his brain completely. He inched towards her, needing to touch and taste and claim. Her breathing increased with each step he took. Her chest rose and fell. Her blue eyes grew dark, the irises nearly gone as her pupils dilated in lust. Closing the distance between them, he wrapped his hand up in the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her into him. Lauren let out a breathy moan as their lips came together.
The fingers of his other hand slid up her side, under the flimsy material of the nightie, caressing her silky skin. They moved as one toward the bed. Falling onto the soft mattress, they tore at the clothes separating them from each other. Later he would regret not taking more time to enjoy the way she looked in that negligee, but at that moment he couldn't give a rat's ass.
She ripped her mouth from his, needing air. Lauren panted in the oxygen in between moans of pleasure as he sucked a line down the column of her neck. The sweet taste of her heavy on his tongue. It was one of his top five favorite flavors. Baskin Robbins should put it on their fucking menu it was so good. She arched her back the closer he got to her nipple, urging him silently to wrap his lips around the dusty pink nub. He grinned wolfishly as he complied. His left hand slipped under the material of her panties finding her already slick and ready for him. She keened deep in her throat, her head moving from side to side.
“Fuck, oh shit,” she bit her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth roughly, muffling her moans.
He growled, stopping his movements within her and she opened her eyes to look at him. The lip slipped from her mouth, parting slightly. Satisfied he would be able to hear her again, he stood from the bed, wrapping his hands around the edges of her panties and pulled them from her body, leaving her naked to his gaze. A whimper of need filled the room, from who he couldn't be sure because she was looking at him with hungry needy eyes and he could feel his own need rising within him. He dropped to his knees, tugging her legs further off the bed to his shoulders and kissed her upper thigh. His tongue moved constantly, tracing shapes, spelling out words. Her sighs grew shorter, impatience slipping through the more he teased her, and she curled her hands into the short hair on his head, pushing him toward where she needed him most.
Giving in quickly, he flicked his tongue over her slit once, twice, three times, feeling her shudder and tense. Puck took his time, enjoying the taste and the sounds she was making. His tongue pushed into her, fucking her slowly. Lauren's moaned his name, begging him to fuck her hard, now, because fuck she was so close. He used his thumb nail to scrape lightly at the small bundle of nerves to force her just a little bit closer to the edge. She strangled out a cry, calling to God, making his body ache. He wrapped a hand around himself, stroking in time with his tongue inside of her. He forced himself let go of his hard erection. When he came it would be inside her, but only after he made her scream his name in pleasure first.
Puck inserted two fingers into her, removing his mouth regretfully. He wanted to watch her come apart. He wanted to see her in the throes of passion. Her lips were still parted, her nails were curled into the fabric of the comforter under her and her eyes were shut tightly. He leaned down, nipping at the skin of her belly and added another finger. She tensed around his hand, arching her back. “Please, fuck, please, Puck.”
He moved his hand faster, circling his thumb around her clit, pressing into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Puck grinned as she screamed his name as her climax barreled through her. He watched the pleasure shine on her face, making her appear even more like an angel. He helped her ride out the ecstasy, kissing her deeply and swallowing her moans. Breaking the kiss, he reached for his pants blindly, trying to find his wallet for the condom inside. After some cursing and a little bit of laughing from Lauren when he tripped over his own two feet, Puck had the tiny square packet in his hand.
Their eyes met as he climbed on the bed next to her. She lifted her from the bed, her big blue eyes slightly haze from her climax and her lips bruised from his kisses. He held his breath, caught in the moment, and brushed some hair from her forehead. The emotions inside of him were burning, raging, demanding to be released and he wanted to, God did he want to, say them out loud. He opened his mouth, but the words got lodged in his throat. Stuck like glue, anchored by fear- an emotion, Noah Puckerman would never fucking admit to. So instead of saying the words, he channeled the feelings in another way. Carefully he rolled the condom on his aching, fucking hell he was hard, member and pulled her closer. With one powerful thrust he joined their bodies together. The two broken pieces, jagged and slightly beat up, of their souls intertwined- becoming whole.
He moved within her slowly, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to hers. He wanted their time together to last a lifetime- to never, ever, ever fucking end, but the demands of his body and her clawing nails let him know that soon it would be for now. Puck rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, pinching the nub gently, swallowing her gasp of desire. Opening his eyes, he pulled away long enough to watch her.
“Open your eyes,” he panted against the skin of her neck. “I want to see those fucking amazing blue eyes.” Her eye lids parted slowly. The deep blue depths pulled him in and he felt the shudder of his climax start to take over. His thrusting became more uneven, more demanding, pushing her into the bed.
“Son of a bitch,” Lauren cried, “Puck! Fuck, please, oh God, shit. Fuck.”
He shifted the angle of his body, lifting her left leg and hooking it around his hip, allowing him to push deeper inside of her. Her body froze then started to spasm around his cock. The sensation of her climax triggered his own powerful one.
“Fuck, Lauren, I love you,” he breathed out into the skin of her neck right below her ear.
The world took a while to right itself and he used that time to mentally kick his own ass. He never meant to tell her like that. But maybe it was best it did happen that way. The words couldn't get stuck if he never expected to say them. Puck listened to the sounds of the room. The fire crackled in the hearth on the far wall. A radio was playing somewhere in the house- probably Quinn's idea to drown out the sounds of Lauren and Puck having sex. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his chest. The tick-tock of the old grandfather clock in the hallway. The only thing he didn't hear was a sound from Lauren. Rising his head from her neck- because he wasn't going to hide like a little bitch- he met her eyes.
Her teeth were worrying her bottom lip raw as she stared in shock at him. She opened her mouth, shutting it almost immediately again. Lauren got up from the bed, grabbing the black silk robe he didn't notice was on a chair next to the bed- if he was being honest he would admit to not noticing anything after he saw her in that fucking hot piece of lingerie. She tied the sash quickly and paced the length of the room next to the bed. He watched her from his position.
“Fuck,” she whispered to herself. “You, you bastard. You can't say shit like that. You don't love me. We're...”
“What,” he asked sounding more patient than he felt. He might not have loved how it came out, but, damn if it didn't feel fucking good to finally say the words. “What are we, Zizes?”
She paused in her pacing to turn a full glare on him. “We're nothing. We're two people that like to fuck and really like to fuck each other. We're ex's that can't seem to stay away from each other.”
“Shit, Zizes, is that really what you believe,” Puck saw her eyes shift quickly and she started picking at her thumb nail. Getting to his knees, he crawled toward her. “You hate lying Lauren. You tell the brutal truth to everyone. Why the fuck are you lying to yourself?"
Backing up half a step, she shook her head, a look of complete defiance on her face. “I'm not.”
“You are.”
“What the fuck,” she hissed through her teeth. “Is this some new age shit or what? We don't do feelings, Puckerman.”
“I have,” he told her climbing from the bed to stand in front of her naked. “I have always had feelings for you.”
“Really,” she scoffed. “Were these feelings brought forth before or after you left me?” Her eyes opened wide and a slight redness bloomed in her cheeks.
“You think I left you?” Puck asked in surprise. She shrugged but refused to look him in the eye. “We broke up because you had another year of high school and didn't think the long distance shit would work for us. I never wanted to leave you.”
“Bull shit,” she exclaimed. “You were half way gone before the cap you were wearing at graduation hit the ground. Puck you wanted to leave. You wanted to be a big music star and you were ready to leave Lima in your rearview mirror. You were ready to leave me in that fucking mirror too.”
He took her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. “I never wanted to leave you. You're fucking right about wanting to get the hell out of Lima, but you're so wrong about me wanting you gone from my life. Fuck, Lauren,” he growled in his throat. “You're the only girl I've ever wanted to stay with for more than a night. You are the only girl I've ever given a shit about other than Beth and Quinn to a much lesser degree. I want you in my life. I fucking love you. And I have since I was seventeen years old.” Puck leaned in and kissed her soundly on the mouth, sliding his tongue past her lips when she parted them on a moan. Pulling back slowly, he rested his forehead against hers. “Shit, Zizes, how could you not know that?” Lauren stayed quiet. Her body stock still after his confession. Then he felt her move and a second later felt the burn of pain surge through his shoulder from where she punched it. “Ow,” he rubbed the injured area. “Fucking hell, Zizes.”
“Why,” she licked her lips and sighed. “Why the hell couldn't you let me believe that we were just fuck buddies? It was much easier than this love shit could ever be.”
“We were never strictly fuc-” he paused a grin spreading across his face. “Are you admitting you love me too?”
“What? Fuck! No, I,” she stopped as the grin on his face grew. “Stop smiling Puckerman or I swear I'll kick you in the balls.”
“Admit it Zizes.”
“Why should I admit that?"
“Because you do.” There was confidence in his voice he didn't feel, but he knew he couldn't show doubt. Not now. Not about this.
Another silence followed then in a rush Lauren pressed her lips to his and kissed him until his brain turned to a gooey mess ready to leak out his ears.
“Shit,” she breathed against his mouth, “don't make me fucking regret this.” He waited, knowing that she wasn't done yet, knowing she didn't need his reassurances right now. “I have no idea why,” Lauren bit her bottom lip quickly before releasing a deep breath. “I do. Shit I fucking do love you. Maybe I always have.”
He cut off whatever else she might have said with his lips. The kiss sealed the deal as far as he was concerned. They moved back to the bed, his hands working quickly to remove the sash from her waist and the robe from her body. They tumbled on top of the bed in a tangle of limbs and lips, building a fire that intensified with each touch. He took his time making love to her. She moaned his name and told him that she loved him over and over again. Puck told her the same as he broke apart in her arms.
They stayed locked together long after the aftershocks of lustful need left them sated and complete. Her head rested on his shoulder as he ran his fingers through her hair and watched the flames pop along the log- he stared a little harder. Puck squinted his eyes and looked at the fire more closely studying what the flames were on- it didn't look like a normal piece of wood.
“Is that your ethics book?”
Lauren chuckled, burying her body more firmly against him.
The End
Summary/background: Lauren is in college and runs into Puck at a party. They start a friends with benefits sort of relationship...or is it something more.
Rating: Oh NC-17...not for kiddies
Feedback: Please and thank you
Disclaimer: Oh Lord I don't own them, if I did we would have a lot more scenes to gush over.
Warning: Not edited. Read at your own risk...
Challenge: Use all ten sex prompts (without blushing and chickening out) and form a story.
Past chapters:
Chapter 1: Spanking
Chapter 2: Voyeurism
Chapter 3: Kissing
Chapter 4: Exhibitionism
Chapter 5: Bondage
Chapter 6: Shower!Sex
Chapter 7: Dirty Talk
Chapter 8: Oral
Chapter 9: Toys
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Prompt: Writer's Choice- Fire
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Writer's Choice- Fire
The truck was quiet except for the radio playing classic rock n roll. She was exhausted and more than a little ready to enjoy her time away from campus. The semester was finally over. The grades were in- she kicked ass of course. Now it was time to relax before the spring session started and it began again. Turning her head to the side she let the rocking of the old Ford and the music lure her to sleep. The drive to the cabin, that Quinn's father stupidly- er- kindly rented for her, was going to be at least three hours. Sam and Quinn were already there, having left the day before. Lauren was the only one that couldn't go...fucking ethics class- thank God that shit's over. She had her credit and now she was going to use the book as kindling for a fire. Closing her eyes, she drifted off thinking about the warmth her book was about to give them.
It felt like no time had past by the time she opened her eyes. Puck was leaning against his door with a soft expression on his face. Lauren paused, taking it in. The sleepiness forcing some of her guards down a little. She let herself smile at him, enjoy him. The moonlight was coming in through the front window- her first indication time had flown by, because it was light when they left- making the moment seem dream-like. Shadows covered them, dark and silver light. He reached out and moved some hair from her face, his fingertips brushing against her cheek. It felt so weird coming from him. They never were the sweet touchy -feely sort of couple. Not to say they didn't have moments when their shields would come down- like hers was now- but those were few and fair between.
He leaned in, his lips a breath from hers. She moved her head slightly toward him. Her eyes dropped to his mouth, watching his tongue peek out. Hers mimicked the movement. She wanted to taste him, grab him, feel him against her. But she held herself back, waiting to see where he would go next. Puck took her face in his hands, his fingers sliding in her hair and he tipped her head up to kiss her. It was gentle. With an undercurrent of sweet heat. The fog from her nap had started to lift from her mind only to be replaced by the sensual haze his mouth created inside of her. Lauren lifted her hands to his arms, yanking softly on his shirt under his jacket, urging him closer. Needing him closer. He was so warm, no so hot and her body felt slightly cold. Damn Ohio weather.
Angling her head to the side, she maneuvered so that her front was flush with his. One of his hands slid down her back, coming to a stop above her jeans. When his hand slid back up, his rough palm was against her skin, sending flames across her back wherever he touched. Lauren licked at the seam of his lips, wanting more. His mouth parted, opening for her and she immediately claimed what was hers. He was hers. There was no denying it anymore. No hiding behind the fuck buddy title. Puck has always been more than that. And maybe that's always scared her a little more than she was willing to admit to herself. Wanting Puck and loving Puck were two different things, but both could be dangerous. The first one could make her needy- something she never let herself be ever. The last one could destroy her like a wildfire could destroy a forest.
Pulling back, Lauren opened her eyes slowly, willing the thoughts from her head, trying to control her heart. This can't happen. She refused to let it happen. She was wrong. He wasn't more. He wasn't hers. He was Noah Puckerman- biggest male whore to ever walk the halls of William McKinley High School. And she, she didn't get all gooey eyed over anyone because she was Lauren Zizes- biggest bad ass period! Rolling her lips together, she turned to face front and saw the cabin for the first time.
“We should probably go in,” her voice shook. She prayed he didn't notice as she reached for the door handle and slid from the seat onto the snow covered ground. Leaving him with their luggage, Lauren shut the truck door. She heard him open his door behind her but didn't turn back. Her stomach felt tight, like she was about to be sick. Pausing at the cabin door, she closed her eyes, squared her shoulders and prepared herself for whatever this weekend would bring.
The first thing she saw when she opened the heavy wood door was Quinn half naked on top of Sam. Lauren's eyebrows shot into her hairline and an amused smirk settled quite comfortably on her lips. Nothing like catching ones best friend in the middle of sex to make one forget their own issues. She felt Puck come up behind her and rolled her lips together to smother the laugh as he let out a rather loud whistle. The blondes sprang apart, Quinn reaching down to cover her breasts with her hands and Sam shifted to hide his open fly [and exposed erection]. Quinn carefully pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and slid it over their bodies, which were turning an interesting shade of red from embarrassment.
“Did we interrupt?” Puck asked casually as he shut the door and dropped their bags. “Do you think we interrupted, Zizes?”
“I think we did, Puckerman,” she said back in a conversational tone. Quinn looked up at the two brunettes, glaring with her full- Queen bitch- glare. “Ooh, I think we pissed them off. Maybe we should go back outside so they can work off the hostility.”
“Fuck you,” her friend hissed.
Lauren and Puck laughed, the tension between them that she created, disappearing at their combined enjoyment of the situation. He took it one step further and wrapped his arm across her shoulders before saying, “I'll take care of fucking her later. Sam you better take care of your woman, she seems a little...wound up.”
“You two are assholes,” Sam responded, causing them to laugh even harder.
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Puck walked toward the room he would be sharing with Lauren for the weekend after the ribbing of Sam and Quinn became boring (he had a feeling it would be amusing once again later- there is nothing as funny as seeing Sam with eyes almost as large as his lips). He wondered which Lauren he would encounter when he entered the bedroom. Would it be the sex-crazed goddess he's been sleeping with for nearly six months- the one that only saw them as casual fuck friends or would it be the one that he saw in the truck- who didn't say anything about her feelings and she didn't have to because they were written clearly across her face. He knew what people thought- he wasn't the most in touch guy in the world. Many thought he didn't give a rat's ass about the women in his life, and before Lauren he couldn't really deny that as a fact- but with her he tried to pay attention.
She wasn't like most girls. She didn't express her feelings- well not the ones that had to do with him unless it was lust or anger, which could go hand- in- hand sometimes- so because of that he learned to watch. When she was embarrassed, her eyes shifted quickly to the right and a little sound of surprise came out. When she was nervous, she would pick at her thumb nail and the skin around it. This was especially true during wrestling season when facing an opponent that she saw as someone she might not be able to beat easily. When Lauren was happy, her blue eyes shined and the edges crinkled up a bit. If she was sad her eyes became slightly hallow, their gaze faraway- locked in her own thoughts.
He knew them all. Learned the signs. Found ways to pull her out of the bad moods- without getting injured- and ways to enhance the good ones. He never worked so hard before. In high school it was a challenge that turned into something else. Now it was all he wanted. He knew that. He knew that there was a reason he always found what he was looking for with her. And somewhere deep down, whether or not she's admitted it, she felt the same. When Quinn mentioned to him about getting the cabin, he knew this was his chance. He might not be the most romantic guy in the world, but he knew a good thing when he had it. Lauren was his good thing.
Taking a deep breath he entered the room and dropped their bags at his feet, using his body to shut the door behind him. The air he had just taken into his lungs, left him in a rush. “Oh fuck,” he hissed.
Lauren turned her head at the sound of his voice and grinned saucily at him. “I take it you like what I bought.”
He made a choked sound in the back of his throat and kicked the door completely shut with the heel of his foot. Oh fuck did he like what she bought. Her brown hair was tied up in a low twist at the back of her neck. Her lips were full and glossy red. Her blue eyes were highlighted in a smoky gray. Lauren's luscious body was adorned in a deep midnight blue negligee that cupped her beautiful breasts before splitting into two flowing pieces. Underneath he could see blue panties that were outlined in black lace. Her long legs were bare, pale, smooth skin that his hands itched to touch. His eyes slowly made their way back up to her face, stopping at her breasts again briefly.
“Damn,” he breathed.
The single word must have been enough because she beamed smugly at him. Lauren's tongue snuck out and licked at her lips. He rolled his together, trying, and failing miserably, to stop the blood flow from leaving his brain completely. He inched towards her, needing to touch and taste and claim. Her breathing increased with each step he took. Her chest rose and fell. Her blue eyes grew dark, the irises nearly gone as her pupils dilated in lust. Closing the distance between them, he wrapped his hand up in the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her into him. Lauren let out a breathy moan as their lips came together.
The fingers of his other hand slid up her side, under the flimsy material of the nightie, caressing her silky skin. They moved as one toward the bed. Falling onto the soft mattress, they tore at the clothes separating them from each other. Later he would regret not taking more time to enjoy the way she looked in that negligee, but at that moment he couldn't give a rat's ass.
She ripped her mouth from his, needing air. Lauren panted in the oxygen in between moans of pleasure as he sucked a line down the column of her neck. The sweet taste of her heavy on his tongue. It was one of his top five favorite flavors. Baskin Robbins should put it on their fucking menu it was so good. She arched her back the closer he got to her nipple, urging him silently to wrap his lips around the dusty pink nub. He grinned wolfishly as he complied. His left hand slipped under the material of her panties finding her already slick and ready for him. She keened deep in her throat, her head moving from side to side.
“Fuck, oh shit,” she bit her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth roughly, muffling her moans.
He growled, stopping his movements within her and she opened her eyes to look at him. The lip slipped from her mouth, parting slightly. Satisfied he would be able to hear her again, he stood from the bed, wrapping his hands around the edges of her panties and pulled them from her body, leaving her naked to his gaze. A whimper of need filled the room, from who he couldn't be sure because she was looking at him with hungry needy eyes and he could feel his own need rising within him. He dropped to his knees, tugging her legs further off the bed to his shoulders and kissed her upper thigh. His tongue moved constantly, tracing shapes, spelling out words. Her sighs grew shorter, impatience slipping through the more he teased her, and she curled her hands into the short hair on his head, pushing him toward where she needed him most.
Giving in quickly, he flicked his tongue over her slit once, twice, three times, feeling her shudder and tense. Puck took his time, enjoying the taste and the sounds she was making. His tongue pushed into her, fucking her slowly. Lauren's moaned his name, begging him to fuck her hard, now, because fuck she was so close. He used his thumb nail to scrape lightly at the small bundle of nerves to force her just a little bit closer to the edge. She strangled out a cry, calling to God, making his body ache. He wrapped a hand around himself, stroking in time with his tongue inside of her. He forced himself let go of his hard erection. When he came it would be inside her, but only after he made her scream his name in pleasure first.
Puck inserted two fingers into her, removing his mouth regretfully. He wanted to watch her come apart. He wanted to see her in the throes of passion. Her lips were still parted, her nails were curled into the fabric of the comforter under her and her eyes were shut tightly. He leaned down, nipping at the skin of her belly and added another finger. She tensed around his hand, arching her back. “Please, fuck, please, Puck.”
He moved his hand faster, circling his thumb around her clit, pressing into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Puck grinned as she screamed his name as her climax barreled through her. He watched the pleasure shine on her face, making her appear even more like an angel. He helped her ride out the ecstasy, kissing her deeply and swallowing her moans. Breaking the kiss, he reached for his pants blindly, trying to find his wallet for the condom inside. After some cursing and a little bit of laughing from Lauren when he tripped over his own two feet, Puck had the tiny square packet in his hand.
Their eyes met as he climbed on the bed next to her. She lifted her from the bed, her big blue eyes slightly haze from her climax and her lips bruised from his kisses. He held his breath, caught in the moment, and brushed some hair from her forehead. The emotions inside of him were burning, raging, demanding to be released and he wanted to, God did he want to, say them out loud. He opened his mouth, but the words got lodged in his throat. Stuck like glue, anchored by fear- an emotion, Noah Puckerman would never fucking admit to. So instead of saying the words, he channeled the feelings in another way. Carefully he rolled the condom on his aching, fucking hell he was hard, member and pulled her closer. With one powerful thrust he joined their bodies together. The two broken pieces, jagged and slightly beat up, of their souls intertwined- becoming whole.
He moved within her slowly, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to hers. He wanted their time together to last a lifetime- to never, ever, ever fucking end, but the demands of his body and her clawing nails let him know that soon it would be for now. Puck rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, pinching the nub gently, swallowing her gasp of desire. Opening his eyes, he pulled away long enough to watch her.
“Open your eyes,” he panted against the skin of her neck. “I want to see those fucking amazing blue eyes.” Her eye lids parted slowly. The deep blue depths pulled him in and he felt the shudder of his climax start to take over. His thrusting became more uneven, more demanding, pushing her into the bed.
“Son of a bitch,” Lauren cried, “Puck! Fuck, please, oh God, shit. Fuck.”
He shifted the angle of his body, lifting her left leg and hooking it around his hip, allowing him to push deeper inside of her. Her body froze then started to spasm around his cock. The sensation of her climax triggered his own powerful one.
“Fuck, Lauren, I love you,” he breathed out into the skin of her neck right below her ear.
The world took a while to right itself and he used that time to mentally kick his own ass. He never meant to tell her like that. But maybe it was best it did happen that way. The words couldn't get stuck if he never expected to say them. Puck listened to the sounds of the room. The fire crackled in the hearth on the far wall. A radio was playing somewhere in the house- probably Quinn's idea to drown out the sounds of Lauren and Puck having sex. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his chest. The tick-tock of the old grandfather clock in the hallway. The only thing he didn't hear was a sound from Lauren. Rising his head from her neck- because he wasn't going to hide like a little bitch- he met her eyes.
Her teeth were worrying her bottom lip raw as she stared in shock at him. She opened her mouth, shutting it almost immediately again. Lauren got up from the bed, grabbing the black silk robe he didn't notice was on a chair next to the bed- if he was being honest he would admit to not noticing anything after he saw her in that fucking hot piece of lingerie. She tied the sash quickly and paced the length of the room next to the bed. He watched her from his position.
“Fuck,” she whispered to herself. “You, you bastard. You can't say shit like that. You don't love me. We're...”
“What,” he asked sounding more patient than he felt. He might not have loved how it came out, but, damn if it didn't feel fucking good to finally say the words. “What are we, Zizes?”
She paused in her pacing to turn a full glare on him. “We're nothing. We're two people that like to fuck and really like to fuck each other. We're ex's that can't seem to stay away from each other.”
“Shit, Zizes, is that really what you believe,” Puck saw her eyes shift quickly and she started picking at her thumb nail. Getting to his knees, he crawled toward her. “You hate lying Lauren. You tell the brutal truth to everyone. Why the fuck are you lying to yourself?"
Backing up half a step, she shook her head, a look of complete defiance on her face. “I'm not.”
“You are.”
“What the fuck,” she hissed through her teeth. “Is this some new age shit or what? We don't do feelings, Puckerman.”
“I have,” he told her climbing from the bed to stand in front of her naked. “I have always had feelings for you.”
“Really,” she scoffed. “Were these feelings brought forth before or after you left me?” Her eyes opened wide and a slight redness bloomed in her cheeks.
“You think I left you?” Puck asked in surprise. She shrugged but refused to look him in the eye. “We broke up because you had another year of high school and didn't think the long distance shit would work for us. I never wanted to leave you.”
“Bull shit,” she exclaimed. “You were half way gone before the cap you were wearing at graduation hit the ground. Puck you wanted to leave. You wanted to be a big music star and you were ready to leave Lima in your rearview mirror. You were ready to leave me in that fucking mirror too.”
He took her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. “I never wanted to leave you. You're fucking right about wanting to get the hell out of Lima, but you're so wrong about me wanting you gone from my life. Fuck, Lauren,” he growled in his throat. “You're the only girl I've ever wanted to stay with for more than a night. You are the only girl I've ever given a shit about other than Beth and Quinn to a much lesser degree. I want you in my life. I fucking love you. And I have since I was seventeen years old.” Puck leaned in and kissed her soundly on the mouth, sliding his tongue past her lips when she parted them on a moan. Pulling back slowly, he rested his forehead against hers. “Shit, Zizes, how could you not know that?” Lauren stayed quiet. Her body stock still after his confession. Then he felt her move and a second later felt the burn of pain surge through his shoulder from where she punched it. “Ow,” he rubbed the injured area. “Fucking hell, Zizes.”
“Why,” she licked her lips and sighed. “Why the hell couldn't you let me believe that we were just fuck buddies? It was much easier than this love shit could ever be.”
“We were never strictly fuc-” he paused a grin spreading across his face. “Are you admitting you love me too?”
“What? Fuck! No, I,” she stopped as the grin on his face grew. “Stop smiling Puckerman or I swear I'll kick you in the balls.”
“Admit it Zizes.”
“Why should I admit that?"
“Because you do.” There was confidence in his voice he didn't feel, but he knew he couldn't show doubt. Not now. Not about this.
Another silence followed then in a rush Lauren pressed her lips to his and kissed him until his brain turned to a gooey mess ready to leak out his ears.
“Shit,” she breathed against his mouth, “don't make me fucking regret this.” He waited, knowing that she wasn't done yet, knowing she didn't need his reassurances right now. “I have no idea why,” Lauren bit her bottom lip quickly before releasing a deep breath. “I do. Shit I fucking do love you. Maybe I always have.”
He cut off whatever else she might have said with his lips. The kiss sealed the deal as far as he was concerned. They moved back to the bed, his hands working quickly to remove the sash from her waist and the robe from her body. They tumbled on top of the bed in a tangle of limbs and lips, building a fire that intensified with each touch. He took his time making love to her. She moaned his name and told him that she loved him over and over again. Puck told her the same as he broke apart in her arms.
They stayed locked together long after the aftershocks of lustful need left them sated and complete. Her head rested on his shoulder as he ran his fingers through her hair and watched the flames pop along the log- he stared a little harder. Puck squinted his eyes and looked at the fire more closely studying what the flames were on- it didn't look like a normal piece of wood.
“Is that your ethics book?”
Lauren chuckled, burying her body more firmly against him.
The End