HSN Exchange Story: If It Were Sin to Give Way to the Flood (2/3), for domfangirl
Title: If It Were Sin to Give Way to the Flood (2/3)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Puck / Quinn, minor Puck / Santana
Word Count:5500 / 13,000
Disclaimer: This Glee fanfiction is based upon the television show of the same name. All characters and situations other than my own are sole property of Ryan Murphy Productions and 20th Century Fox Television.
Betas: Unrevealed for now. I do want to say thank you, ladies, for your feedback and support. ♥ You did a wonderful job.
Summary: In the aftermath of Beth's birth, Puck finds himself longing for something he can never have.
Note: Title from the poem "Forbidden Fruit" , author unknown.
Spoilers: For all of season 1.0.
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The silence is borderline uncomfortable as Puck and Quinn walk from the store to her house, which is closer to Sheets 'N' Things than his house, and a better choice as his kid sister was bound to be hanging around with her friends.
He hadn't heard that Quinn was back in town, and he was genuinely surprised when she had turned up unannounced at the store. When Bamboo had said that she was there, a rare bolt of optimism and hope shot through his system. She was there for him, not Finn. Surely she had come to see that El Puckerone was the way to go.
When he went out to meet her, she had been waiting quietly near the entrance of the store, flipping nervously through one of the flyers. Her smile had been tight, and she had simply said that she had something that she needed to talk to him about, that it was urgent, and that they needed to talk alone.
Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Quinn was clearly hanging by a thread.
"Thanks for leaving work early," Quinn looks up at him from under her long lashes as she walks beside him.
"Hey, no problem. Finn's got the manager in his back pocket - she totally wants some Finessa action." They have arrived at Quinn's house, and Puck is once again struck by the orderliness of her mother's flowerbeds in the front yard.
Quinn scrunches her nose delicately. "Ew, isn't she, like, 35?"
"Nothing wrong with an older woman, babe."
"I don't really think she'll be Finn's type though,” Quinn says, shaking her head.
Puck shrugs. "Yeah, whatever. As long as she still wants in his pants, we can get away with anything. It's all good."
"Hard at work as always, aren't you?" she says as she unlocks the door to her house, a small smile flitting across her face.
"You know it," he says, flashing her a wide grin.
They walk into the kitchen, and she pours them both a glass of water, shaking slightly as she sits down at the kitchen table beside him. She traces patterns in the condensation that accumulates on the cool glass in the warm air.
Puck breaks the silence. "So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
Quinn sighs, focuses her gaze straight ahead and takes a deep breath as though steeling herself.
"She's taking her away."
"What?" A sinking feeling overcomes Puck.
"Shelby Corcoran," Puck's heart sinks as Quinn continues to speak. "She's moving away with Beth, to upstate New York, and they're not coming back." Quinn's voice cracks on the last word, and tears appear in her eyes.
Puck's grip tightens around the glass. "How do you know this?"
Quinn sniffles and swipes at her eyes with a tissue. "She called me. A couple of days ago. I was still at my aunt's, and she said that she wasn't leaving for a few weeks. That she'd let me come by her place to say goodbye to Beth. I get to see her one last time, and then she goes, Puck." And with that, the floodgates open. A torrent of tears is unleashed and, unable to contain them with a single tissue, Quinn grabs at the tissue box and presses great wads of them to her face with both hands, consumed by pain.
Puck sits stunned for a moment, reeling from the news. His daughter, who he had thought he would get a chance to know as she grew up, was being taken away. A feeling of great loss comes over him, and he feels tears well up in his eyes. He takes a deep breath and wipes them away. Quinn came to him, distraught and in need of comfort, and if he is going to be the one to give it, he is going to have to man up and not cry, damn it. Puckzilla does not fucking cry, not even when it feels as though his heart has been ripped out.
He shuffles his chair closer to Quinn's and throws his arm around her. He pulls her against him and lets her cry into his chest. Her hands twist into his T-shirt, and the sobs are torn as wails from her. He rubs his hand in circles on her back and forces soothing noises out around the lump in his throat.
"Oh god, Puck. It's not fair. I just --" She grabs at more tissues, seemingly unaware that her tears have soaked his shirt. "I just- I just wanted to know her, you know?"
"I know, baby. I know." He blinks away tears.
"And now, she's moving so far away, and I won't ever get to see her again. I mean, I knew this could happen, I just didn't think- Oh god- Why?" Quinn's words dissolve into sobs that wrack her body.
"I know, I didn't either. I wanted to know her, too."
Quinn pulls away slightly and looks up at him through disheveled blonde hair. Her face is red and her eyes are puffy from crying, but she is still one of the most beautiful things that Puck has ever seen. He reaches up to brush her hair out of her face, and her chest heaves with a great hiccupping sob.
"You really did, didn't you?” Quinn chokes out. “I should have let you. We should have kept her."
"Shhhhh," Puck soothes, his hand cupping her cheek. "We did the right thing, you know it."
"But how can it be right if she won't even know us?"
"We'll get to know her. Did Shelby say that we could visit her?"
Quinn nods, sniffling.
"Okay, we'll do that." He traces his thumb across her jawline. "You and me, at least once a year. No matter where we are or what we're doing, we'll go visit her. Together."
Quinn manages to smile, still sniffling. "You mean that?"
"Promise." He smiles gently at her, and she looks at him from under wet lashes, her eyes wide and pleading.
Those eyes do him in every time. He knows that he isn't worthy of her, that she doesn't love him and never will. That doesn't stop him from wanting her so badly that he can feel it in his bones, especially when she is looking at him like he is the only thing that can save her from a downward spiral of despair. That doesn't stop him from tracing his thumb up to her bottom lip, which trembles under his touch.
Her shuddering sobs stop momentarily, as her eyes cast downwards to where his thumb is pressing against her. "Puck --"
"Shhhhhhhhh." He soothes, rubbing his thumb back and forth against the smooth skin of her lip. He presses inward ever so slightly, and feels his thumb come in contact with her teeth and the soft wetness of her tongue pressing against them. She draws a sudden breath inward, and he raises his eyes to look into hers.
"I can make it better," he says as he removes his thumb from her bottom lip, and leans in to capture it between his own.
She is motionless under his lips and hands until he catches her lip between his teeth and sucks gently, and it is then that she moans softly and moves her lips against his.
She is still hesitant and cautious. They have been here together before, but it seems like a lifetime ago and last year they were both such very different people than they are now. He strokes her cheek and angles his face to deepen the kiss, and he is rewarded when her hand grasps his shoulder tightly and her lips bloom open beneath his.
His tongue slips in between her lips to taste her mouth and she is still so sweet and inviting. He can't help the groan that rumbles from deep within his chest as his tongue slides against hers.
He still wants to touch her, so badly. Only this time, he doesn't want to sully her to bring her down to his level; he feels that he is struggling to elevate himself to be on her level. He wants to deserve her, to erase the pain that he sees in her eyes, and touch her until the only things she knows are his hands and mouth.
Their kissing becomes more passionate, small noises erupting from her body as she allows herself to become swept up in him. He begins trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat.
"When is your mom going to be home?"
"Not for a while - she's working until five," she gasps into his ear.
"Good," he growls before he stands, hauling her to her feet. He scoops her into his arms and carries her towards the stairs.
"Puck! Put me down!" She pounds her fist against his shoulder.
He sets her gently down on the floor, so that she is between himself and a wall. He looks down at her, taking in the flush of her tear-stained cheeks, her kiss-swollen lips, and the expression in her eyes as she regards him from underneath long lashes.
"I didn't think you'd actually do that,” she says, trailing her fingers up his chest to stroke against his nipple ring through the thin fabric.
"I'm not going to make you do anything that you don't want to do, babe. Never have, never will." Though it is the truth, he is barely restraining himself from pressing her against the wall and kissing her senseless.
"And what is it that you want to do?" Her voice is lower and more sultry than he has ever heard it before, and god, if she knew the things that he wanted to do to her, she'd probably kick him out right now.
"God, Quinn --" He cuts himself off, pressing his lips to hers. This time, her tongue grazes against his bottom lip before pressing into his mouth, and he is barely able to suppress a groan. "Everything," he gasps.
"Please," she begs, and his lust-hazed mind interprets that as an acquiescence even as the new, wiser and more cautious side of him is telling him that she couldn't possibly be asking him for this. Her lips go to his jawline, and he knows that if they keep going now, he won't be able to stop. His doubts slip away when her hands go to the hem of his T-shirt and slip underneath to caress the sensitive skin of his lower back. A low growl sounds in his throat, and he pushes her against the wall and away from him. "We better stop now, Quinn. I don't know if I'm going to be able to hold back."
Biting her lip, she toys with the hem of his T-shirt, still in her hands. "What if I don't want you to hold back?"
She presses a short kiss to his lips and keeps her face pressed against his as she murmurs, "I just want to lose myself." She draws away and looks up at him with pleading eyes. "Please. Make me forget everything else."
"Alright," Puck says as he kisses her desperately. The sensation of her lips against his own and her body up against his has him intensely turned on. Though he knows that this is probably a bad idea, he can't say no if Quinn is asking him to touch her. "Fuck, alright."
She leads him by the hand, up the stairs to her bedroom. Once there, she turns to him, lifts her shirt from her body and discards it on the floor behind her. Then, she unzips her shorts and allows them to fall to the ground.
He stares, stunned, as she stands before him in her lacy white undergarments, her hands fidgeting at her sides. Her body is different now than it was a year ago - her hips slightly wider, her breasts slightly bigger, and there is a looseness to the skin on her stomach that didn't exist before. She is different, but still so unbearably beautiful.
"My god, Quinn --"
"I knew it," A frown creases her forehead, and she turns to where her clothes lay behind her.
"What?" He reaches for her wrist, preventing her from collecting her shirt from the ground.
She looks up at him, a distressed look upon her face. "I'm disgusting now. Ruined."
He pulls her to him and runs his hands down her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I don't know what you're talking about-"
"But you just stood there, looking at me." Her eyes are downcast.
"Quinn," he says, bringing her chin up so that he can look her in the eyes. "That's because you're so fucking beautiful. You don't even know how gorgeous you are."
She looks down at her body, pressing her hands against her stomach before looking back up at him. "You really mean that?" she asks with a small smile.
He understands now that part of this is her coming to him for reassurance again, just as she did last time, and he knows that nothing has changed for her since June when she said that she felt nothing for him. But still, there are tears in her eyes, and Puck wants nothing more than to lose himself in her and comfort her in equal measures. He wants to give her pleasure and make her forget all her problems and insecurities. It is what he is good at, and sometimes he thinks it is the only thing he is good for. "Yeah, I do."
She walks to the bed and reclines upon it, leaving a space for him beside her. "C'mere," she says, patting the comforter underneath her.
He strips his shirt and jeans off, and her eyes rake his body appreciatively. He's been working out over the summer, and he knows that his efforts have paid off, as he is leaner and more muscular than ever before. He climbs on the bed beside her and covers her body with his own, burying his hand in her silky hair as he pulls her in for a searching kiss.
"Fuck Quinn, I want you so bad," he pants against her mouth as her hand trails down his back to cup his ass and draw him closer to her.
"Me too --" her voice breaks as he kisses a path of fire down her throat towards her breasts.
He's dreamed of this all summer. He's thought of her golden hair spread out around her as she reaches for him. He's thought of her perfect breasts heaving underneath him as he thrust up into her. He's thought of that angelic mouth wrapped around him. He's dreamed of her thighs, and her gorgeous eyes closed in pleasure. And now, as he is removing her bra from her body and teasingly licking at one erect nipple, he can scarcely believe that she is here in his arms, that she is allowing him to do these things to her.
Her thighs part beneath him and her breath comes in little hitches, and he takes this as permission to slide his hand down her abdomen to her panties. She bucks against his hand as he presses against her, feeling the damp heat between her thighs.
She moans as his mouth wraps around the other nipple, and his hand slips downwards, underneath the lace of her panties. He feels a small patch of hair, and then his hand encounters nothing but smooth, slippery skin, making his cock throb with desire against her thigh. She shaved, he thought. This was another difference from last year. Is it for herself, or her boy toy?, he wonders, determined to make her forget about her summer boyfriend along with her troubles.
The need to see her is unbearably strong. He moves back and then draws her panties down her legs, following the progression of the scrap of fabric with worshipful eyes as he reveals the prize that lies underneath. Her hands fly to cover herself after the panties are removed, and he looks her in the eye, seeing apprehension there.
"It's okay, Quinn. I'm going to make you feel good," he says as he takes her hands and kisses each one before laying them down by her sides.
Her legs are still pressed together as he leans down and places a kiss on the small patch of hair that has been allowed to remain. When his tongue slips out and down into the crease, a moan is torn from her, and her legs part almost of their own accord.
Not wanting to move too quickly, he presses small kisses to the juncture of each thigh, before grasping both of her legs, parting and settling in between them.
"God, Quinn," he says as he reverentially strokes her pussy lips with his thumb. He marvels at her current perfection. She is amazing and beautiful, considering all that she has been through.
He grasps her thighs and leans in, pressing a kiss to her before gently tracing her lips with his tongue. Wanting to draw this out as long as possible, he drags his tongue up the inner lips and then down around the outside of her labia, taking care to avoid her clit. He keeps his touch light and delicate, letting his tongue move in slow and languorous strokes along her now swollen lips, until she is writhing under his mouth. He brings his tongue maddeningly close to her clit before flicking it away again, and he laughs softly at the resulting whimper and the way that her hands grab at the sheet beneath her.
"Puck, please!" she begs.
"Please what, Quinn?" He allows his breath to fan out over her hyper-sensitive flesh as he speaks, and then looks up at her before barely grazing his tongue against her clit.
"God- Puck- I don't even know. Just please..." she looks down at him with desperation in her eyes.
"Is this what you are asking for?" He smirks at her and then lowers his mouth to her once again, running his tongue upwards between her lips. A wild moan is torn from her when his tongue reaches her clit, which throbs with need as he comes in contact with it.
"Oh god, yes!" she cries out, her head thrown back.
Now that he has her clit under his tongue, he finds it impossible to move away from it. Not with those needy moans that she's making, and the sensation of her hands raking through the short hair on his skull. Her body undulates under his mouth, and he has to hold her hips firmly to keep her from bucking too much.
Wanting to drive her to further distraction, he circles her clit with his tongue before parting her lips and licking at it with the flat of his tongue, drawing it firmly up between her lips repeatedly. He reaches one hand between her legs to slide against the wetness of his saliva on the smooth skin of her labia, and his cock throbs with need as he feels how swollen and aroused she is. He fucking loves going down on women - loves how he can make them flood with desire, loves how they moan and scream when they come, and he loves how they feel under his mouth and hands, so slick and hot. He could get lost in a woman when he is going down on her, and with Quinn, the desire to dive in and luxuriate in her is stronger than it has been with any other woman.
While working her clit with his tongue, he slips a finger inside her and strokes against her G-Spot, which is swollen and firm like a ripe strawberry. He presses against it, massaging it using the same rhythm as his tongue, and she begins crying out in little "Oh, Oh, Oh," sounds. He looks up to see her face flushed, her mouth open in a circle, and her eyes open wide. Her expression is so needy, but there is genuine shock and surprise there.
"Has anyone ever done this for you before?" he asks, his fingers slippery in the small gushes of fluid she is producing.
She shakes her head, strands of her golden hair swishing across her face. A sense of pride fills him, knowing that he has been the first person to do this for her. He was her first for so many things - and now that he's the first one to go down on her, surely she'll see that she needs his skills in her life, right?
"You like it, babe?" He whispers huskily, and she nods again, seemingly incapable of speech. She is so wet and he can't help himself - he removes his fingers from within her, puts them to his lips and closes his eyes as he sucks her flavour from them. He hears a moan as he does this, and looks up to see her mouth open with wanton desire.
He slides his fingers back inside her briefly, then brings them up to her mouth. She parts her lips, and he slides his fingers inside, his cock throbbing as she wraps her mouth around his fingers, tasting herself. He's so fucking hard, and there is nothing that he wants more than to take those fingers out and replace them with his cock, but he cannot because this has to be about her more than anything else.
"Yeah," he can't help but groan, "feels so good to have your mouth on me."
He withdraws his fingers, and she smiles almost shyly, "Feels good to have your mouth on me, too."
"It's going to feel even better in a minute," he declares. He lowers his mouth to her pussy once again, and she arches into his touch, her legs spreading open even wider beneath him.
Determined to give her the most intense pleasure she's ever experienced, he returns his tongue to her clit, which is now swollen and throbbing. He licks at it with rapid flicks of his tongue, while his fingers continuously stroke against her from the inside. Her hips begin to buck underneath him, and he knows that she is close when he feels her clit throb under his tongue. He grasps her hip with his other hand as he strives to maintain the rhythm, and she shudders and quakes under his touch. Her hips buck up one final time and she becomes rigid, her keening whimpers turning into a guttural moan.
"Oh my god!" The words escape her lips, and she comes, her hips bucking wildly underneath him. He draws back to watch her as her body quakes with the raw power of it, and he cannot believe that he has been allowed to see her like this. One of his great regrets of their encounter last year is that he had made it all about him - he had been selfish and absorbed in his own pleasure. He realizes now that he missed out on something glorious.
"God, Quinn," he gasps as he slides up her body to claim her smiling mouth in a messy kiss. He is slick from licking her pussy, and, instead of being disgusted by it as he expects, she embraces him and kisses him back. He tries to kiss her gently and slowly to allow her time to come down from her orgasm, but soon the kiss turns deeply passionate as he is now intensely aroused. He thrusts against her fruitlessly, thinking that he may need to resign himself to jacking off after he leaves her tonight. Even if he had a condom, he wouldn't want to pressure her to do anything she isn't ready for. If it were any other girl, he'd be balls deep already, but with Quinn, he feels the need for restraint.
"God," she gasps, her breathing still heavy. "I had no idea, Puck." She holds his face in both of her hands as she presses gentle kisses to his lips and face. "No idea..."
His eyebrows come together as a thought occurs to him. "Was that your first time getting off?"
She bites her lips and nods.
"You mean, you've never- Have you ever touched yourself before?"
"No," she shakes her head, looking pensive. "You know what my family is like. I was taught that it was wrong to do that."
He has sullied her again, he realizes, but this time, he can't bring himself to feel the least bit bad about it. Finn never got her off. Her summer boyfriend never got her off. Puck did, and he's going to do it again as often as she will allow him.
"Baby, how can it be wrong when it feels so fucking good? It's natural. You should totally try doing it yourself. Just thinking about you touching yourself-" He nuzzles into her, unable to stop himself from rubbing himself against her leg, feeling his cock pulse with need in his boxers. "Fuck, it turns me on so much."
"Maybe we should do something about that, then," she says, arching an eyebrow. She slides her hand down his body and into his boxers to wrap around him, stroking tentatively. Last time, she didn't touch his cock at all - she had almost seemed afraid of it. He breaks the kiss and looks into her eyes, and sees that the fear is gone. It has been replaced by desire that is evident in her darkened eyes and the way that she is biting her lower lip.
"My mom gave me a box of condoms," she says almost conversationally. Her thumb circles around the tip of his cock, spreading the fluid that has accumulated there, and his breathing hitches. "She said that while she didn't want me having sex again, she knows that she can't stop me. And she wants me to be safe."
Puck groans and buries his head in her neck, thrusting his hips so his cock moves in her hand. He hadn't expected this - hoped for it, yes, but he didn't actually believe that she was going to let him fuck her again. "Fuck, Quinn."
"That's the idea." She reaches over to the drawer of her nightstand and retrieves a small square package.
She hands it to him, and he moves back to shuck off his underwear. "Are you sure?"
She rolls her eyes. "Puck, quit asking me if I'm sure and fuck me already."
"Fuck, Quinn, you're hot when you swear." He rips open the package and rolls the condom down his cock before moving back in between her open and welcoming thighs. He covers her body with his own, and her arms go around his neck to hold him close as she looks up at him with wide eyes. She looks like an angel beneath him, all long lashes and golden hair spread out upon the pillow. He still can't believe that she is letting him touch her, lick her, fuck her.
He nudges against her, his cock pushing against her clit, and she closes her eyes and moans. He smirks down at her. "Still sensitive, huh?"
She bites her lip again and nods, thrusting her hips up against him in an attempt to guide him inside.
"Bet I can make you come again." He leans down to capture her mouth in a kiss as he positions himself at her entrance. He begins to push in slowly, wanting to draw this experience out. Inch by inch, he slides in and, as he does so, Quinn closes her eyes with a low moan. When at last he is fully inside her, he keeps himself still to simply revel in the sensation of being inside her body. She is hot and wet around him, and he is surprised that she is still so fucking tight after having given birth.
He moves slowly at first, with long and unhurried strokes aimed at her G-Spot. Before long, she is making little breathy sounds beneath him, her mouth open in an appealing pout. He leans down to kiss her languorously, relishing the feeling of her mouth against his and her pliant body beneath him. It is so much better now than it had been last year, when he had been so consumed with his own pleasure.
He realizes that he is not simply fucking her - this is making love. Puck is not one for romanticism, but the knowledge that he may truly be in love with Quinn elevates sex with her to something that he'd never experienced before. It is like a floodgate has been opened, releasing an emotion of such intensity that he feels as though it may sweep him away.
Before long, the urge to go harder and faster consumes him. Her leg hooks around his behind, and he scoops her other leg with his arm, pushing it back to open her up to him. He presses in, swallowing her moans as his other hand goes to her clit, stroking it softly in counterpoint with his thrusts. She bucks underneath his fingers, and then breaks the kiss to pant harshly into his ear.
Before long she is thrusting up to meet him, each breath coming as a moan. She clenches around him and shouts an "Oh god," as she comes, her head thrown back in pleasure. He pulls back to watch her get lost in the throes of orgasm once again, overcome by her beauty as she comes. Wanting to chase her into that ecstasy, he braces his arms around her and thrusts into her liquid heat. He feels the pleasure coiling in the base of his spine, and its tendrils reach out to tease the nerve endings at the far reaches of his body. The wave of pleasure breaks over him, and he is lost in its wake.
He collapses on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck, his eyes tightly closed as the last of his orgasm washes over him. Her arms come around him to hold him close, and he allows himself to sink into her, savouring her soft, sweaty embrace and the feeling of his cock, still deeply inside of her.
When at last he moves, he regretfully peels himself away from her to remove the condom. He feels her eyes on him as he takes it off, ties it, and strides across the room to deposit in the wastepaper basket.
He turns back towards the bed and takes in the vision of her, languidly stretched out on the bed with a knowing smile on her face, looking entirely thoroughly wanton and desirous.
"That was much, much better than last time," she says playfully.
He stretches out beside her and runs his hand up and down her torso in a soft, caressing motion. "You liked that, did you?"
"That's an understatement." Her expression becomes thoughtful. "You know, I always thought it was such a shame that when I became pregnant last year, that I didn't really get to enjoy the actual getting pregnant part."
"So, what is this, a do-over?" He cocks an eyebrow at her.
"Maybe," she smiles. "I don't know. I just know that you make me feel better." She pauses for a moment before speaking again. "Why is it that when I'm feeling sorry for myself, you seem to comfort me with sex?"
Puck shrugs and looks down at his hand, which is palming her breast. "It's all I've got, babe."
Her expression becomes contrite. "I wouldn't say that."
"No, it's true," he says. "Aside from singing and playing guitar, it's all I'm fucking good for. I'm a Lima loser, just like you said."
A wave of pessimism overcomes him, and the previously joyful mood is broken. He gets up off the bed, and pulls his underwear on, trying his best to ignore her as she stares at him incredulously.
"Look, I gotta get out of here," he says, drawing his jeans up his legs.
"Puck..." She gets up off the bed and reaches for his hand after he pulls his T-shirt over his head. "You're wrong about that. You're not a Lima loser, I've told you that. You've proven yourself to me."
"Whatever," he says, avoiding her eyes. He doesn't want to look at her - he knows that he'll see pity if he does or, worse, regret. "Look, I know what this is. I know I don't really deserve you, and I know you don't love me, not like I love you."
With that, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving her naked and stunned behind him.
Part 3
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Puck / Quinn, minor Puck / Santana
Word Count:5500 / 13,000
Disclaimer: This Glee fanfiction is based upon the television show of the same name. All characters and situations other than my own are sole property of Ryan Murphy Productions and 20th Century Fox Television.
Betas: Unrevealed for now. I do want to say thank you, ladies, for your feedback and support. ♥ You did a wonderful job.
Summary: In the aftermath of Beth's birth, Puck finds himself longing for something he can never have.
Note: Title from the poem "Forbidden Fruit" , author unknown.
Spoilers: For all of season 1.0.
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The silence is borderline uncomfortable as Puck and Quinn walk from the store to her house, which is closer to Sheets 'N' Things than his house, and a better choice as his kid sister was bound to be hanging around with her friends.
He hadn't heard that Quinn was back in town, and he was genuinely surprised when she had turned up unannounced at the store. When Bamboo had said that she was there, a rare bolt of optimism and hope shot through his system. She was there for him, not Finn. Surely she had come to see that El Puckerone was the way to go.
When he went out to meet her, she had been waiting quietly near the entrance of the store, flipping nervously through one of the flyers. Her smile had been tight, and she had simply said that she had something that she needed to talk to him about, that it was urgent, and that they needed to talk alone.
Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Quinn was clearly hanging by a thread.
"Thanks for leaving work early," Quinn looks up at him from under her long lashes as she walks beside him.
"Hey, no problem. Finn's got the manager in his back pocket - she totally wants some Finessa action." They have arrived at Quinn's house, and Puck is once again struck by the orderliness of her mother's flowerbeds in the front yard.
Quinn scrunches her nose delicately. "Ew, isn't she, like, 35?"
"Nothing wrong with an older woman, babe."
"I don't really think she'll be Finn's type though,” Quinn says, shaking her head.
Puck shrugs. "Yeah, whatever. As long as she still wants in his pants, we can get away with anything. It's all good."
"Hard at work as always, aren't you?" she says as she unlocks the door to her house, a small smile flitting across her face.
"You know it," he says, flashing her a wide grin.
They walk into the kitchen, and she pours them both a glass of water, shaking slightly as she sits down at the kitchen table beside him. She traces patterns in the condensation that accumulates on the cool glass in the warm air.
Puck breaks the silence. "So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
Quinn sighs, focuses her gaze straight ahead and takes a deep breath as though steeling herself.
"She's taking her away."
"What?" A sinking feeling overcomes Puck.
"Shelby Corcoran," Puck's heart sinks as Quinn continues to speak. "She's moving away with Beth, to upstate New York, and they're not coming back." Quinn's voice cracks on the last word, and tears appear in her eyes.
Puck's grip tightens around the glass. "How do you know this?"
Quinn sniffles and swipes at her eyes with a tissue. "She called me. A couple of days ago. I was still at my aunt's, and she said that she wasn't leaving for a few weeks. That she'd let me come by her place to say goodbye to Beth. I get to see her one last time, and then she goes, Puck." And with that, the floodgates open. A torrent of tears is unleashed and, unable to contain them with a single tissue, Quinn grabs at the tissue box and presses great wads of them to her face with both hands, consumed by pain.
Puck sits stunned for a moment, reeling from the news. His daughter, who he had thought he would get a chance to know as she grew up, was being taken away. A feeling of great loss comes over him, and he feels tears well up in his eyes. He takes a deep breath and wipes them away. Quinn came to him, distraught and in need of comfort, and if he is going to be the one to give it, he is going to have to man up and not cry, damn it. Puckzilla does not fucking cry, not even when it feels as though his heart has been ripped out.
He shuffles his chair closer to Quinn's and throws his arm around her. He pulls her against him and lets her cry into his chest. Her hands twist into his T-shirt, and the sobs are torn as wails from her. He rubs his hand in circles on her back and forces soothing noises out around the lump in his throat.
"Oh god, Puck. It's not fair. I just --" She grabs at more tissues, seemingly unaware that her tears have soaked his shirt. "I just- I just wanted to know her, you know?"
"I know, baby. I know." He blinks away tears.
"And now, she's moving so far away, and I won't ever get to see her again. I mean, I knew this could happen, I just didn't think- Oh god- Why?" Quinn's words dissolve into sobs that wrack her body.
"I know, I didn't either. I wanted to know her, too."
Quinn pulls away slightly and looks up at him through disheveled blonde hair. Her face is red and her eyes are puffy from crying, but she is still one of the most beautiful things that Puck has ever seen. He reaches up to brush her hair out of her face, and her chest heaves with a great hiccupping sob.
"You really did, didn't you?” Quinn chokes out. “I should have let you. We should have kept her."
"Shhhhh," Puck soothes, his hand cupping her cheek. "We did the right thing, you know it."
"But how can it be right if she won't even know us?"
"We'll get to know her. Did Shelby say that we could visit her?"
Quinn nods, sniffling.
"Okay, we'll do that." He traces his thumb across her jawline. "You and me, at least once a year. No matter where we are or what we're doing, we'll go visit her. Together."
Quinn manages to smile, still sniffling. "You mean that?"
"Promise." He smiles gently at her, and she looks at him from under wet lashes, her eyes wide and pleading.
Those eyes do him in every time. He knows that he isn't worthy of her, that she doesn't love him and never will. That doesn't stop him from wanting her so badly that he can feel it in his bones, especially when she is looking at him like he is the only thing that can save her from a downward spiral of despair. That doesn't stop him from tracing his thumb up to her bottom lip, which trembles under his touch.
Her shuddering sobs stop momentarily, as her eyes cast downwards to where his thumb is pressing against her. "Puck --"
"Shhhhhhhhh." He soothes, rubbing his thumb back and forth against the smooth skin of her lip. He presses inward ever so slightly, and feels his thumb come in contact with her teeth and the soft wetness of her tongue pressing against them. She draws a sudden breath inward, and he raises his eyes to look into hers.
"I can make it better," he says as he removes his thumb from her bottom lip, and leans in to capture it between his own.
She is motionless under his lips and hands until he catches her lip between his teeth and sucks gently, and it is then that she moans softly and moves her lips against his.
She is still hesitant and cautious. They have been here together before, but it seems like a lifetime ago and last year they were both such very different people than they are now. He strokes her cheek and angles his face to deepen the kiss, and he is rewarded when her hand grasps his shoulder tightly and her lips bloom open beneath his.
His tongue slips in between her lips to taste her mouth and she is still so sweet and inviting. He can't help the groan that rumbles from deep within his chest as his tongue slides against hers.
He still wants to touch her, so badly. Only this time, he doesn't want to sully her to bring her down to his level; he feels that he is struggling to elevate himself to be on her level. He wants to deserve her, to erase the pain that he sees in her eyes, and touch her until the only things she knows are his hands and mouth.
Their kissing becomes more passionate, small noises erupting from her body as she allows herself to become swept up in him. He begins trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat.
"When is your mom going to be home?"
"Not for a while - she's working until five," she gasps into his ear.
"Good," he growls before he stands, hauling her to her feet. He scoops her into his arms and carries her towards the stairs.
"Puck! Put me down!" She pounds her fist against his shoulder.
He sets her gently down on the floor, so that she is between himself and a wall. He looks down at her, taking in the flush of her tear-stained cheeks, her kiss-swollen lips, and the expression in her eyes as she regards him from underneath long lashes.
"I didn't think you'd actually do that,” she says, trailing her fingers up his chest to stroke against his nipple ring through the thin fabric.
"I'm not going to make you do anything that you don't want to do, babe. Never have, never will." Though it is the truth, he is barely restraining himself from pressing her against the wall and kissing her senseless.
"And what is it that you want to do?" Her voice is lower and more sultry than he has ever heard it before, and god, if she knew the things that he wanted to do to her, she'd probably kick him out right now.
"God, Quinn --" He cuts himself off, pressing his lips to hers. This time, her tongue grazes against his bottom lip before pressing into his mouth, and he is barely able to suppress a groan. "Everything," he gasps.
"Please," she begs, and his lust-hazed mind interprets that as an acquiescence even as the new, wiser and more cautious side of him is telling him that she couldn't possibly be asking him for this. Her lips go to his jawline, and he knows that if they keep going now, he won't be able to stop. His doubts slip away when her hands go to the hem of his T-shirt and slip underneath to caress the sensitive skin of his lower back. A low growl sounds in his throat, and he pushes her against the wall and away from him. "We better stop now, Quinn. I don't know if I'm going to be able to hold back."
Biting her lip, she toys with the hem of his T-shirt, still in her hands. "What if I don't want you to hold back?"
She presses a short kiss to his lips and keeps her face pressed against his as she murmurs, "I just want to lose myself." She draws away and looks up at him with pleading eyes. "Please. Make me forget everything else."
"Alright," Puck says as he kisses her desperately. The sensation of her lips against his own and her body up against his has him intensely turned on. Though he knows that this is probably a bad idea, he can't say no if Quinn is asking him to touch her. "Fuck, alright."
She leads him by the hand, up the stairs to her bedroom. Once there, she turns to him, lifts her shirt from her body and discards it on the floor behind her. Then, she unzips her shorts and allows them to fall to the ground.
He stares, stunned, as she stands before him in her lacy white undergarments, her hands fidgeting at her sides. Her body is different now than it was a year ago - her hips slightly wider, her breasts slightly bigger, and there is a looseness to the skin on her stomach that didn't exist before. She is different, but still so unbearably beautiful.
"My god, Quinn --"
"I knew it," A frown creases her forehead, and she turns to where her clothes lay behind her.
"What?" He reaches for her wrist, preventing her from collecting her shirt from the ground.
She looks up at him, a distressed look upon her face. "I'm disgusting now. Ruined."
He pulls her to him and runs his hands down her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I don't know what you're talking about-"
"But you just stood there, looking at me." Her eyes are downcast.
"Quinn," he says, bringing her chin up so that he can look her in the eyes. "That's because you're so fucking beautiful. You don't even know how gorgeous you are."
She looks down at her body, pressing her hands against her stomach before looking back up at him. "You really mean that?" she asks with a small smile.
He understands now that part of this is her coming to him for reassurance again, just as she did last time, and he knows that nothing has changed for her since June when she said that she felt nothing for him. But still, there are tears in her eyes, and Puck wants nothing more than to lose himself in her and comfort her in equal measures. He wants to give her pleasure and make her forget all her problems and insecurities. It is what he is good at, and sometimes he thinks it is the only thing he is good for. "Yeah, I do."
She walks to the bed and reclines upon it, leaving a space for him beside her. "C'mere," she says, patting the comforter underneath her.
He strips his shirt and jeans off, and her eyes rake his body appreciatively. He's been working out over the summer, and he knows that his efforts have paid off, as he is leaner and more muscular than ever before. He climbs on the bed beside her and covers her body with his own, burying his hand in her silky hair as he pulls her in for a searching kiss.
"Fuck Quinn, I want you so bad," he pants against her mouth as her hand trails down his back to cup his ass and draw him closer to her.
"Me too --" her voice breaks as he kisses a path of fire down her throat towards her breasts.
He's dreamed of this all summer. He's thought of her golden hair spread out around her as she reaches for him. He's thought of her perfect breasts heaving underneath him as he thrust up into her. He's thought of that angelic mouth wrapped around him. He's dreamed of her thighs, and her gorgeous eyes closed in pleasure. And now, as he is removing her bra from her body and teasingly licking at one erect nipple, he can scarcely believe that she is here in his arms, that she is allowing him to do these things to her.
Her thighs part beneath him and her breath comes in little hitches, and he takes this as permission to slide his hand down her abdomen to her panties. She bucks against his hand as he presses against her, feeling the damp heat between her thighs.
She moans as his mouth wraps around the other nipple, and his hand slips downwards, underneath the lace of her panties. He feels a small patch of hair, and then his hand encounters nothing but smooth, slippery skin, making his cock throb with desire against her thigh. She shaved, he thought. This was another difference from last year. Is it for herself, or her boy toy?, he wonders, determined to make her forget about her summer boyfriend along with her troubles.
The need to see her is unbearably strong. He moves back and then draws her panties down her legs, following the progression of the scrap of fabric with worshipful eyes as he reveals the prize that lies underneath. Her hands fly to cover herself after the panties are removed, and he looks her in the eye, seeing apprehension there.
"It's okay, Quinn. I'm going to make you feel good," he says as he takes her hands and kisses each one before laying them down by her sides.
Her legs are still pressed together as he leans down and places a kiss on the small patch of hair that has been allowed to remain. When his tongue slips out and down into the crease, a moan is torn from her, and her legs part almost of their own accord.
Not wanting to move too quickly, he presses small kisses to the juncture of each thigh, before grasping both of her legs, parting and settling in between them.
"God, Quinn," he says as he reverentially strokes her pussy lips with his thumb. He marvels at her current perfection. She is amazing and beautiful, considering all that she has been through.
He grasps her thighs and leans in, pressing a kiss to her before gently tracing her lips with his tongue. Wanting to draw this out as long as possible, he drags his tongue up the inner lips and then down around the outside of her labia, taking care to avoid her clit. He keeps his touch light and delicate, letting his tongue move in slow and languorous strokes along her now swollen lips, until she is writhing under his mouth. He brings his tongue maddeningly close to her clit before flicking it away again, and he laughs softly at the resulting whimper and the way that her hands grab at the sheet beneath her.
"Puck, please!" she begs.
"Please what, Quinn?" He allows his breath to fan out over her hyper-sensitive flesh as he speaks, and then looks up at her before barely grazing his tongue against her clit.
"God- Puck- I don't even know. Just please..." she looks down at him with desperation in her eyes.
"Is this what you are asking for?" He smirks at her and then lowers his mouth to her once again, running his tongue upwards between her lips. A wild moan is torn from her when his tongue reaches her clit, which throbs with need as he comes in contact with it.
"Oh god, yes!" she cries out, her head thrown back.
Now that he has her clit under his tongue, he finds it impossible to move away from it. Not with those needy moans that she's making, and the sensation of her hands raking through the short hair on his skull. Her body undulates under his mouth, and he has to hold her hips firmly to keep her from bucking too much.
Wanting to drive her to further distraction, he circles her clit with his tongue before parting her lips and licking at it with the flat of his tongue, drawing it firmly up between her lips repeatedly. He reaches one hand between her legs to slide against the wetness of his saliva on the smooth skin of her labia, and his cock throbs with need as he feels how swollen and aroused she is. He fucking loves going down on women - loves how he can make them flood with desire, loves how they moan and scream when they come, and he loves how they feel under his mouth and hands, so slick and hot. He could get lost in a woman when he is going down on her, and with Quinn, the desire to dive in and luxuriate in her is stronger than it has been with any other woman.
While working her clit with his tongue, he slips a finger inside her and strokes against her G-Spot, which is swollen and firm like a ripe strawberry. He presses against it, massaging it using the same rhythm as his tongue, and she begins crying out in little "Oh, Oh, Oh," sounds. He looks up to see her face flushed, her mouth open in a circle, and her eyes open wide. Her expression is so needy, but there is genuine shock and surprise there.
"Has anyone ever done this for you before?" he asks, his fingers slippery in the small gushes of fluid she is producing.
She shakes her head, strands of her golden hair swishing across her face. A sense of pride fills him, knowing that he has been the first person to do this for her. He was her first for so many things - and now that he's the first one to go down on her, surely she'll see that she needs his skills in her life, right?
"You like it, babe?" He whispers huskily, and she nods again, seemingly incapable of speech. She is so wet and he can't help himself - he removes his fingers from within her, puts them to his lips and closes his eyes as he sucks her flavour from them. He hears a moan as he does this, and looks up to see her mouth open with wanton desire.
He slides his fingers back inside her briefly, then brings them up to her mouth. She parts her lips, and he slides his fingers inside, his cock throbbing as she wraps her mouth around his fingers, tasting herself. He's so fucking hard, and there is nothing that he wants more than to take those fingers out and replace them with his cock, but he cannot because this has to be about her more than anything else.
"Yeah," he can't help but groan, "feels so good to have your mouth on me."
He withdraws his fingers, and she smiles almost shyly, "Feels good to have your mouth on me, too."
"It's going to feel even better in a minute," he declares. He lowers his mouth to her pussy once again, and she arches into his touch, her legs spreading open even wider beneath him.
Determined to give her the most intense pleasure she's ever experienced, he returns his tongue to her clit, which is now swollen and throbbing. He licks at it with rapid flicks of his tongue, while his fingers continuously stroke against her from the inside. Her hips begin to buck underneath him, and he knows that she is close when he feels her clit throb under his tongue. He grasps her hip with his other hand as he strives to maintain the rhythm, and she shudders and quakes under his touch. Her hips buck up one final time and she becomes rigid, her keening whimpers turning into a guttural moan.
"Oh my god!" The words escape her lips, and she comes, her hips bucking wildly underneath him. He draws back to watch her as her body quakes with the raw power of it, and he cannot believe that he has been allowed to see her like this. One of his great regrets of their encounter last year is that he had made it all about him - he had been selfish and absorbed in his own pleasure. He realizes now that he missed out on something glorious.
"God, Quinn," he gasps as he slides up her body to claim her smiling mouth in a messy kiss. He is slick from licking her pussy, and, instead of being disgusted by it as he expects, she embraces him and kisses him back. He tries to kiss her gently and slowly to allow her time to come down from her orgasm, but soon the kiss turns deeply passionate as he is now intensely aroused. He thrusts against her fruitlessly, thinking that he may need to resign himself to jacking off after he leaves her tonight. Even if he had a condom, he wouldn't want to pressure her to do anything she isn't ready for. If it were any other girl, he'd be balls deep already, but with Quinn, he feels the need for restraint.
"God," she gasps, her breathing still heavy. "I had no idea, Puck." She holds his face in both of her hands as she presses gentle kisses to his lips and face. "No idea..."
His eyebrows come together as a thought occurs to him. "Was that your first time getting off?"
She bites her lips and nods.
"You mean, you've never- Have you ever touched yourself before?"
"No," she shakes her head, looking pensive. "You know what my family is like. I was taught that it was wrong to do that."
He has sullied her again, he realizes, but this time, he can't bring himself to feel the least bit bad about it. Finn never got her off. Her summer boyfriend never got her off. Puck did, and he's going to do it again as often as she will allow him.
"Baby, how can it be wrong when it feels so fucking good? It's natural. You should totally try doing it yourself. Just thinking about you touching yourself-" He nuzzles into her, unable to stop himself from rubbing himself against her leg, feeling his cock pulse with need in his boxers. "Fuck, it turns me on so much."
"Maybe we should do something about that, then," she says, arching an eyebrow. She slides her hand down his body and into his boxers to wrap around him, stroking tentatively. Last time, she didn't touch his cock at all - she had almost seemed afraid of it. He breaks the kiss and looks into her eyes, and sees that the fear is gone. It has been replaced by desire that is evident in her darkened eyes and the way that she is biting her lower lip.
"My mom gave me a box of condoms," she says almost conversationally. Her thumb circles around the tip of his cock, spreading the fluid that has accumulated there, and his breathing hitches. "She said that while she didn't want me having sex again, she knows that she can't stop me. And she wants me to be safe."
Puck groans and buries his head in her neck, thrusting his hips so his cock moves in her hand. He hadn't expected this - hoped for it, yes, but he didn't actually believe that she was going to let him fuck her again. "Fuck, Quinn."
"That's the idea." She reaches over to the drawer of her nightstand and retrieves a small square package.
She hands it to him, and he moves back to shuck off his underwear. "Are you sure?"
She rolls her eyes. "Puck, quit asking me if I'm sure and fuck me already."
"Fuck, Quinn, you're hot when you swear." He rips open the package and rolls the condom down his cock before moving back in between her open and welcoming thighs. He covers her body with his own, and her arms go around his neck to hold him close as she looks up at him with wide eyes. She looks like an angel beneath him, all long lashes and golden hair spread out upon the pillow. He still can't believe that she is letting him touch her, lick her, fuck her.
He nudges against her, his cock pushing against her clit, and she closes her eyes and moans. He smirks down at her. "Still sensitive, huh?"
She bites her lip again and nods, thrusting her hips up against him in an attempt to guide him inside.
"Bet I can make you come again." He leans down to capture her mouth in a kiss as he positions himself at her entrance. He begins to push in slowly, wanting to draw this experience out. Inch by inch, he slides in and, as he does so, Quinn closes her eyes with a low moan. When at last he is fully inside her, he keeps himself still to simply revel in the sensation of being inside her body. She is hot and wet around him, and he is surprised that she is still so fucking tight after having given birth.
He moves slowly at first, with long and unhurried strokes aimed at her G-Spot. Before long, she is making little breathy sounds beneath him, her mouth open in an appealing pout. He leans down to kiss her languorously, relishing the feeling of her mouth against his and her pliant body beneath him. It is so much better now than it had been last year, when he had been so consumed with his own pleasure.
He realizes that he is not simply fucking her - this is making love. Puck is not one for romanticism, but the knowledge that he may truly be in love with Quinn elevates sex with her to something that he'd never experienced before. It is like a floodgate has been opened, releasing an emotion of such intensity that he feels as though it may sweep him away.
Before long, the urge to go harder and faster consumes him. Her leg hooks around his behind, and he scoops her other leg with his arm, pushing it back to open her up to him. He presses in, swallowing her moans as his other hand goes to her clit, stroking it softly in counterpoint with his thrusts. She bucks underneath his fingers, and then breaks the kiss to pant harshly into his ear.
Before long she is thrusting up to meet him, each breath coming as a moan. She clenches around him and shouts an "Oh god," as she comes, her head thrown back in pleasure. He pulls back to watch her get lost in the throes of orgasm once again, overcome by her beauty as she comes. Wanting to chase her into that ecstasy, he braces his arms around her and thrusts into her liquid heat. He feels the pleasure coiling in the base of his spine, and its tendrils reach out to tease the nerve endings at the far reaches of his body. The wave of pleasure breaks over him, and he is lost in its wake.
He collapses on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck, his eyes tightly closed as the last of his orgasm washes over him. Her arms come around him to hold him close, and he allows himself to sink into her, savouring her soft, sweaty embrace and the feeling of his cock, still deeply inside of her.
When at last he moves, he regretfully peels himself away from her to remove the condom. He feels her eyes on him as he takes it off, ties it, and strides across the room to deposit in the wastepaper basket.
He turns back towards the bed and takes in the vision of her, languidly stretched out on the bed with a knowing smile on her face, looking entirely thoroughly wanton and desirous.
"That was much, much better than last time," she says playfully.
He stretches out beside her and runs his hand up and down her torso in a soft, caressing motion. "You liked that, did you?"
"That's an understatement." Her expression becomes thoughtful. "You know, I always thought it was such a shame that when I became pregnant last year, that I didn't really get to enjoy the actual getting pregnant part."
"So, what is this, a do-over?" He cocks an eyebrow at her.
"Maybe," she smiles. "I don't know. I just know that you make me feel better." She pauses for a moment before speaking again. "Why is it that when I'm feeling sorry for myself, you seem to comfort me with sex?"
Puck shrugs and looks down at his hand, which is palming her breast. "It's all I've got, babe."
Her expression becomes contrite. "I wouldn't say that."
"No, it's true," he says. "Aside from singing and playing guitar, it's all I'm fucking good for. I'm a Lima loser, just like you said."
A wave of pessimism overcomes him, and the previously joyful mood is broken. He gets up off the bed, and pulls his underwear on, trying his best to ignore her as she stares at him incredulously.
"Look, I gotta get out of here," he says, drawing his jeans up his legs.
"Puck..." She gets up off the bed and reaches for his hand after he pulls his T-shirt over his head. "You're wrong about that. You're not a Lima loser, I've told you that. You've proven yourself to me."
"Whatever," he says, avoiding her eyes. He doesn't want to look at her - he knows that he'll see pity if he does or, worse, regret. "Look, I know what this is. I know I don't really deserve you, and I know you don't love me, not like I love you."
With that, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving her naked and stunned behind him.
Part 3