help_japan fic-Knight In Slushy Amour
Title: Knight In Slushy Amour
Characters/Pairings: Puck/Rachel
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Slushy armour aint all that great but there is one thing that makes it worth while.
Word Count: 978
Author’s Notes: Done for caitriona_3 for her help_japan bid. This one had a mind of its own and refused to stay within 300 words ;-) First time writing these characters or in this fandom, so I’m a little nervous about posting this.
I would also like to point out I am still accepting requests one help_japan lj-gift for a 300 word drabble, so if you’re interested please drop on by =D
Rachel dressed in some ugly ass sweater that burns Puck’s eyes with its sickening sweetness blabs on about why her next solo will showcase her profound talent leaving the rest of the gleeks in tears. Puck ignores the egotistic rant mainly because he’s too busy staring at the school girl skirt, hitched up just enough that it brushes on the lines of indecency.
He’s aware Rachel consciously wore it that way, knowing how it would make him want to press her up against the lockers and get his Puckleberry on. Yet whenever he tries anything, she slaps his hands anyway with protests of “Noah why can’t you be a gentleman”. Girls! She doesn’t really want one of those prissy boys anyway. She craves his epic bad ass self which is just fine with him because apparently he has a thing for Jewish princess teases.
Rachel’s arm is linked in his as they manoeuvre their way through the corridors. She grips onto him firmly to prevent him slinging his arm around her waist. Puck can’t understand why….alright so maybe it has something to do with the fact he keeps putting his hand on her pert little ass whenever she does, but really can you blame him?
It’s when their a few feet away from glee club and Rachel’s ‘life changing solo that it happens. Puck spots the shape of the Neanderthal coming towards them, a large plastic cup in his grubby hand as they round the corner. The dude’s eyes are glowing with a look of familiar delinquency. The mischievous gaze is firmly fixed on the still chatting girl beside Puck. Fuck. Realising what was about to go down and that he had 2 seconds to react, Puck let his instincts take over.
1. Push Rachel out of the way! (but not hard enough that she hits the lockers)
2. Lunge for the Lima Loser!!!!
Closing his eyes as the liquid mixture of crap came flying his way Puck awaits the evitable. Shit! The icy coldness hits him hard. Spluttering and squinting through the n burning sensation, Puck grabs the bastard by his shirt, slamming him against the wall. Considering that he can’t really see at this point, Puck puts it down to the level of his bad assness that he actually manages to do all this. He’s just about to go all tick tock on the dude’s face when he hears her voice.
“Noah!”
The red haze breaks. With a deep growl, which in Puck speech meant “don’t fuck with me or my girl again or I’m going to go ape shit on your loser ass” and one last shove Puck reluctantly let go. The jock scurried off down the hall, looking frazzled. Puck smirked as he watched him go. Yeah he may be a gleek but that didn’t mean he’d lost the power to tear a guy apart and despite himself he really did enjoy hammering that into the idiots.
When the jock is firmly out of sight, Puck turns to Rachel who is staring at him eyes wide, lips slightly parted. A thousand different emotions flash in her eyes, sparks of colour dancing in the pools of brown. Damn she really is a good looking Jew. Purple slushy droplets drip down his neck and into places he’d rather not think about as he waits for her to speak.
“You pushed me?” she says voice quiet. Her eyes are transfixed, studying him carefully.
He’s pretty confused now. Puck can’t tell what the hell Rachel’s thinking, which usually isn’t a big deal, seeing as he can never tell what any girl is ever thinking anyway, but at this moment it’s freaking him out. Her eyes are flickering with way too much emotion for his feet not to start to twitch.
“Uh yeah?” He figures, it’s best to just agree with her.
“I mean I didn’t want you to get this all over you did I.” He motions to the revolting purple mess he’s covered in. His voice is sharp because seriously what was her problem, didn’t she get he’d scarified himself for her. Jeez!
Suddenly Rachel launches herself at him, lips pressing hungrily to his. Puck wasn’t expecting it, but hell if there was one area he wasn’t a total fuck up in, it’s this. Gripping her by the hips he pulls her flush against him, ignoring the slight discomfort the wet sludge; that was forming in unspeakable places, caused.
All such thoughts fly from his head though when he slides his tongue to meet hers. Grape mixes with the sweet taste of her mouth and…well damn! No wonder grape was her favourite flavour. Puck thinks this just might be heaven, or at least as close as he’ll ever get. Rachel’s hands brush against the base of his back, fingers curling their way under his shirt to the softness of skin. Puck shivers from the touch, pulling her even closer, almost lifting her off her feet in the process. Moaning into the embrace Rachel nips gently at his bottom lip, smiling when Puck lets out a gruff noise of approval and pleasure.
They pull apart just as abruptly as they’d begun, gasping for air. Rachel’s lips are plump and slightly swollen. She smiles up at him adorably, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. She’s not even bothered about the slushy that’s transferred onto her sweater, which considering the shit Puck got from snagging a similar one with his nipple ring is a miracle. Puck grins back, in a total James Dean kind of way, not at all goofy.
“Maybe there’s a gentlemen in you yet Puckerman.” Rachel giggles pressing her lips to his again a few more times, nibbling on his bottom lip. The notion is firmly put out of her mind however two seconds later when Puck slaps her bottom with a wink.
“Maybe Berry, maybe.”
Characters/Pairings: Puck/Rachel
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Slushy armour aint all that great but there is one thing that makes it worth while.
Word Count: 978
Author’s Notes: Done for caitriona_3 for her help_japan bid. This one had a mind of its own and refused to stay within 300 words ;-) First time writing these characters or in this fandom, so I’m a little nervous about posting this.
I would also like to point out I am still accepting requests one help_japan lj-gift for a 300 word drabble, so if you’re interested please drop on by =D
Rachel dressed in some ugly ass sweater that burns Puck’s eyes with its sickening sweetness blabs on about why her next solo will showcase her profound talent leaving the rest of the gleeks in tears. Puck ignores the egotistic rant mainly because he’s too busy staring at the school girl skirt, hitched up just enough that it brushes on the lines of indecency.
He’s aware Rachel consciously wore it that way, knowing how it would make him want to press her up against the lockers and get his Puckleberry on. Yet whenever he tries anything, she slaps his hands anyway with protests of “Noah why can’t you be a gentleman”. Girls! She doesn’t really want one of those prissy boys anyway. She craves his epic bad ass self which is just fine with him because apparently he has a thing for Jewish princess teases.
Rachel’s arm is linked in his as they manoeuvre their way through the corridors. She grips onto him firmly to prevent him slinging his arm around her waist. Puck can’t understand why….alright so maybe it has something to do with the fact he keeps putting his hand on her pert little ass whenever she does, but really can you blame him?
It’s when their a few feet away from glee club and Rachel’s ‘life changing solo that it happens. Puck spots the shape of the Neanderthal coming towards them, a large plastic cup in his grubby hand as they round the corner. The dude’s eyes are glowing with a look of familiar delinquency. The mischievous gaze is firmly fixed on the still chatting girl beside Puck. Fuck. Realising what was about to go down and that he had 2 seconds to react, Puck let his instincts take over.
1. Push Rachel out of the way! (but not hard enough that she hits the lockers)
2. Lunge for the Lima Loser!!!!
Closing his eyes as the liquid mixture of crap came flying his way Puck awaits the evitable. Shit! The icy coldness hits him hard. Spluttering and squinting through the n burning sensation, Puck grabs the bastard by his shirt, slamming him against the wall. Considering that he can’t really see at this point, Puck puts it down to the level of his bad assness that he actually manages to do all this. He’s just about to go all tick tock on the dude’s face when he hears her voice.
“Noah!”
The red haze breaks. With a deep growl, which in Puck speech meant “don’t fuck with me or my girl again or I’m going to go ape shit on your loser ass” and one last shove Puck reluctantly let go. The jock scurried off down the hall, looking frazzled. Puck smirked as he watched him go. Yeah he may be a gleek but that didn’t mean he’d lost the power to tear a guy apart and despite himself he really did enjoy hammering that into the idiots.
When the jock is firmly out of sight, Puck turns to Rachel who is staring at him eyes wide, lips slightly parted. A thousand different emotions flash in her eyes, sparks of colour dancing in the pools of brown. Damn she really is a good looking Jew. Purple slushy droplets drip down his neck and into places he’d rather not think about as he waits for her to speak.
“You pushed me?” she says voice quiet. Her eyes are transfixed, studying him carefully.
He’s pretty confused now. Puck can’t tell what the hell Rachel’s thinking, which usually isn’t a big deal, seeing as he can never tell what any girl is ever thinking anyway, but at this moment it’s freaking him out. Her eyes are flickering with way too much emotion for his feet not to start to twitch.
“Uh yeah?” He figures, it’s best to just agree with her.
“I mean I didn’t want you to get this all over you did I.” He motions to the revolting purple mess he’s covered in. His voice is sharp because seriously what was her problem, didn’t she get he’d scarified himself for her. Jeez!
Suddenly Rachel launches herself at him, lips pressing hungrily to his. Puck wasn’t expecting it, but hell if there was one area he wasn’t a total fuck up in, it’s this. Gripping her by the hips he pulls her flush against him, ignoring the slight discomfort the wet sludge; that was forming in unspeakable places, caused.
All such thoughts fly from his head though when he slides his tongue to meet hers. Grape mixes with the sweet taste of her mouth and…well damn! No wonder grape was her favourite flavour. Puck thinks this just might be heaven, or at least as close as he’ll ever get. Rachel’s hands brush against the base of his back, fingers curling their way under his shirt to the softness of skin. Puck shivers from the touch, pulling her even closer, almost lifting her off her feet in the process. Moaning into the embrace Rachel nips gently at his bottom lip, smiling when Puck lets out a gruff noise of approval and pleasure.
They pull apart just as abruptly as they’d begun, gasping for air. Rachel’s lips are plump and slightly swollen. She smiles up at him adorably, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. She’s not even bothered about the slushy that’s transferred onto her sweater, which considering the shit Puck got from snagging a similar one with his nipple ring is a miracle. Puck grins back, in a total James Dean kind of way, not at all goofy.
“Maybe there’s a gentlemen in you yet Puckerman.” Rachel giggles pressing her lips to his again a few more times, nibbling on his bottom lip. The notion is firmly put out of her mind however two seconds later when Puck slaps her bottom with a wink.
“Maybe Berry, maybe.”