one more to see just what you're made of [2/2]
Title: one more to see just what you're made of
Chapter: 2/2
Rating: R
Character: Puck/Rachel
Summary: Rachel fails gym, and Puck takes it upon himself to make sure she doesn't flunk out of summer school, too. That's how he finds himself teaching her how to play baseball.
Word Count: 19,000 (total)
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Santana fucking slaps him when he asks if she'll blow him.
Pretty simple question and she gets all fucking bent out of shape. It's not like he's never asked before, and she's being totally fucking crazy about it right now. It's not his fault it's 'her time' and she can't do him. He might as well get something from her anyway. She doesn't see his logic there, but that's because she's half nuts.
So he leaves her place with a mark on his face and in a really bad mood, and he doesn't even realize he's in Rachel's neighbourhood until he's parked in front of her house and looking up to see if her bedroom light is on.
She answers the door in purple pajama shorts with polkadots on them, and a tank top that has ruffles at the straps.
"What happened to your face?" she asks, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside.
"Nothing," he mutters. Admitting to one girl that another girl slapped you is probably not going to win you points. He notices a serious absence of dads right now. "You alone?"
"Dad and Daddy went to Mansfield to visit friends. They'll be home later," she explains. "Noah, what happened?"
She sits down on the sofa and pulls his hand, so he kind of has to sit down, too. She looks all worried, and he kind of likes that.
"Santana."
She sighs and rolls her eyes, and he doesn't know why she looks so annoyed. "Figures."
"What?"
"Nothing," she says. She turns back to the television and pulls her legs up onto the sofa, but he's not giving it up that quickly.
"Rachel, what?" he asks again.
"I just don't know why you continue to put up with her," she says. She sounds quiet, then plays with the bottom of her shorts. Yeah, that's not distracting at all. He grabs her hand to stop her, and she looks at him. "She's not nice to you."
"I..."
"And I know that sex can't really be that worth it," she says. But he's wondering if she does know that, really. "Is it?"
She won't look at him. He's thinking this is really fucked up.
Santana's the only chick he's fucked around with all summer, mostly because he's been spending time with one he won't even call his friend.
"Whatever," he mumbles, leaning his head back.
Apparently that pisses her off, because she shuts the television off, stands up and glares at him.
"You're such an idiot," she says, shaking her head. He's never really seen her like this and he can't decide whether it's hot or pissing him off. "You continue to be with a girl who treats you like complete garbage. All I've heard for weeks is you talking about how much you hate her, and yet you're still willing to have sex with her!"
He's failing to see how that's really a problem, but evidently she thinks it's one.
"So?" he asks.
She lets out a breath and looks away. "Please leave." He doesn't move. She's never kicked him out of her house, ever. "Noah, I mean it. Daddy doesn't like me having boys here when they're not home."
He's fucking pissed. He could use a friend right now and all he got was shit on. This is why he should just be friends with dudes and stick to just sleeping with girls. They're fucking crazy and the mood swings really aren't worth it.
"Whatever," he mumbles as he stands from the couch. "Not like you'd ever let anyone touch you anyway. What the hell are they worried about?"
It's really not the right thing to say, because she shoves at his chest and he seriously wonders if she's about to slap him, too. Maybe it was a shitty thing to say, but it's also basically the truth, isn't it?
"Get out," she says lowly, eyes narrowed.
"Fine," he spits at her, stomping to the door. He makes sure he slams it hard behind him.
He doesn't know why his hands are shaking or why he's so fucking mad at her right now.
... ... ...
She doesn't show up to practice the next day and won't answer her phone when he sucks it up and tries to call her.
Whatever. It's her grade.
... ... ...
It's been four days since he saw her and five since they last practiced, and he's sick of her ignoring him, and he's trying to figure out why she's so pissed at him. He can screw whoever he wants to, and she doesn't get a say in that. It's none of her business, except for some reason, he's kind of made it her business by telling her a couple things and bitching to her when Santana decided to be all cold to him.
He likes Rachel. He likes hanging out with her and if she happened to fall onto his lap, he wouldn't mind having her a couple times.
Missing her is a fucking confusing thing, because half the time the jury's still out on how much time he actually wants to spend around her.
Definitely more than none.
... ... ...
He sees her at a party, which is a fucking surprise. It's been a little over a week since he saw her, and her hair's all down, and she's wearing this black strapless summer dress thing. He decides she looks hot as fuck and crosses Brittany's lawn to talk to her. Mike gets there first and hands her a can of Sprite. She hasn't seen him yet and he doesn't want to call his attention to her, so he finds Santana and lets her apologize for hitting him. Not like it's the first time and they both probably know it won't be the last.
Sometime around midnight, Santana offers to go down on him, strokes him through his jeans as she mentions going to Britt's room, but he doesn't even get hard because he can see Rachel across the lawn with some asshole from the basketball team. Puck fucking despises this guy and doesn't even know why he's at this party. Santana hates him and Brittany hates whoever Santana tells her to, so what the fuck?
He walks over when he sees her excuse herself and then make her way to the cooler for another Sprite (thank god she isn't drinking). He grabs her arm gently and she looks up at him, sets her face in a scowl when she sees it's him.
"Noah," she says coldly.
It's like her life is a movie and she's the only one who believes it.
"Looks like you got your wish," he says, jutting his chin towards Chris fucking Standish. She just looks at him. "Someone wants to kiss you."
"Please let go of my arm," she says calmly, pulling her elbow away. He's not going to put up a fight and he was just barely touching her. "He's nice and one of the only people here who will talk to me."
"I would, but I figure you still hate me or you'd be answering your fucking phone." He looks down the front of her dress when she reaches into the cooler for a soda.
She glares at him and flicks the icy water from her hand at him. "I don't hate you, Noah," she says, like he's some kind of idiot for thinking it.
"Fooled me," he mumbles.
She sets her can down on the railing and shakes her head. "That's because you're a fool."
She walks away from him and goes back to Chris, and then spends the rest of the night watching her with the guy.
By the rest of the night, he means about 20 minutes, because she leaves the party and doesn't come back, and he doesn't really see any point in staying when he doesn't have to look out for her.
... ... ...
He figures her dads probably give her a curfew and whatever and that's why she had to leave. It's cool, though, and he kind of wants to high five them for that shit, because Chris fucking Standish doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as a girl like Rachel. Especially not Rachel.
Would that guy put up with her pathetic-at-sports ass and try and teach her to learn this shit so she doesn't fail? Would he be out on the basketball court with his hands on her hips, showing her how to make free throws? Would he be in her room watching Youtube videos of Jordan to show her how awesome his heros are?
Fucking whatever. No way. No one else would do this for her and he's pretty fucking pissed at her lack of gratitude for him giving up so much of his time to help her.
And he really plans to say all this to her when he gets to her house, but then she's standing in front of him in a bikini top and a denim skirt and he basically forgets every word he ever knew.
"Hi," she says. She's all nervous and looks like she wants to cover up or something. He's pretty glad she can't right now.
Fuck, her body is ridiculous, and he's a little pissed that he hasn't seen this much of it until now.
Apparently he's staring or something, because she brings her arm up across her chest and holds onto her other arm, just above her elbow. "What are you doing here?" she asks.
And because he's a fucking asshole, he says, "Just checking to make sure Chris didn't kidnap you or some shit."
No, it doesn't make any sense, and it's just about the stupidest thing he could say. It obviously pisses her off, 'cause she narrows her eyes at him and shakes her head.
"What do you want?"
"I dunno!" he shouts. "You wanna pass gym or not?"
She shakes her head again like he's the stupidest guy on the planet, which is fine because he actually feels like it right now.
"Right," she says quietly. "That's all this is. It's just about my gym grade." He doesn't know what to say to that, and talking today is just making him sound like a pathetic loser, so he keeps his mouth closed. "Fine. I'll get my glove."
"And a shirt," he adds.
Fuck, he can't focus on anything but her tits if she wears that right now. But yeah, then he thinks about not seeing her tits, and that basically is the last thing he wants, so he follows her into the house (she left the door open, which is as good as an invitation) and grabs her hips before she can go upstairs.
"Hey," he says as soon as his hands are on her. It's warm inside and her skin is hot to the touch. They normally has the A/C going in this house so he assumes it's broken and that's why she's practically naked. "Hi."
Jesus. It's like he's battling with himself to see if he can sound like more of a moron in front of her.
"What?" she asks. He hears her swallow and wishes he could have watched her throat when she did it.
"You look so fucking hot," he says.
Fuck.
Fuck, he didn't mean to say that. He really didn't. Knowing her, she'll think he's talking about the weather or some shit, not implying that he wants to lick every fucking inch of skin she's showing off right now.
She surprises the hell out of him when she asks, "Do I?" and he can't help it if his fingers dig into her skin just a little more.
This house is way too quiet for anyone else to be here, and he's got all sorts of terrible ideas he doesn't think she'd ever go for.
But then he's hearing her voice echo in his head and maybe...
"Yeah," he tells her. His thumb moves a little, then he slides his hand around to rest on her stomach, which is so flat it's not even right. She takes a quick little breath, which should not be the sexiest thing he's seen her do in a while, considering he saw her underwear not so long ago.
He wants to ask her why she's so pissed at him, but he might be getting the idea. He's a little slow on the uptake, but this all started when he was bitching about Santana. She's as jealous as he is. He likes it.
"I let you touch me," she points out softly. Her voice is so sexy right now that he closes his eyes.
Then he remembers what he'd said to her the other day, and she's basically telling him right now that...
Fuck. What is she telling him right now?
She glances at him over her shoulder and he figures he needs to come up with something - anything - to say to her right now to let her know that she doesn't have to be shy about wanting him.
So he moves his hand slowly and lets the other one move down so it's on the outside of her thigh. A couple more inches and he'd be touching more skin, and he fucking wants to, so bad.
And he's not good with feelings because most of the time he doesn't have them, so he just strokes the skin above her belly button with his thumb and asks, "Do you like it when I touch you?"
Mostly because it sounds hot and he wants to.
All she says is his name, and it's all quiet, and he's kind of really sick of the, like, hundred conversations they're having right now. He spins her around in his arms and holds her because she starts to lose her balance a little bit.
In his experience, there's one way to tell if a girl's into you. You kiss her and see what happens. Talking is for suckers and he tries hard not to be one.
So he pushes his hand into her hair and tilts her head up, then slants his mouth over hers and kisses her. She whimpers against his lips and her fingers dig into his shoulders like they always have. Fuck, he likes that. He really wants to push himself against her, because he feels fucking fantastic right now, but he doesn't want to freak her out and he honestly has no idea how far she's ever been with a dude who wasn't him. She's obviously felt him before, but you know, he's trying to be considerate or some shit.
So he starts backing them towards the stairs, and he really doesn't know how he thinks she's going to go up them backwards, but if anyone can do it, she can. She doesn't, though, just stops there and doesn't let him push her any further. He's not totally cool with that and he's not feeling enough of her, so he turns their bodies and presses her against the wall. His hand ends up next to her head and she giggles and nips at his lips.
She presses her hips forward like she's looking for something she knows he can give her, but he pushes her stomach back with his hand so she's flat against the wall.
He would just make out with her all fucking day long if she'd let him, but those hundreds of conversations they were having? None of them are really finished. Not really.
"You could have just said you want me, Rachel," he tells her. He sounds cocky about it, keeps one hand on her stomach and the other against the wall, and himself just out of her reach until she whines. "Pretty obvious I want you."
"Maybe I'd know that if you would just come here already," she says, and honestly, it's the fucking hottest thing he's ever heard or seen her do. Fuck. She grabs onto his shirt at his stomach and pulls him close. Sure, he's stronger and he could resist.
But where's the fun in that?
He's smirking as he presses himself against her, and he keeps his lips away. She's trying to lean up to reach him, but she can't do it. It's fucking hot, her desperate and him in control, and he thinks he's going to have a lot of fun with this. His hand eventually comes off the wall and lands on her shoulder, slides up her neck and he strokes her jaw with his thumb.
"We should go to your room," he says, trying not to laugh when she gets frustrated with not being able to kiss him and sinks back against the wall with her head tipped up in his direction.
She shakes her head a little. "That's a very bad idea," she says. She doesn't sound convinced even a little bit, and it's doing fuck all to make him believe what she said.
He presses against her just a little more, moves his hand down her body so his palm is nearly on her boob. "You sure?" She blows out a breath and looks up at him. "'Cause you don't look very sure."
"You're teasing me," she pouts.
He laughs a little and shakes his head. "Baby, you don't know teasing."
She lets out an honest to god moan and he kisses her hard because he can't fucking handle not kissing her any longer. She's hotter than she even knows and she's practically naked in front of him. Her tongue is so fucking soft, and she tastes like cherries, so he thinks she's been eating popsicles or something, and that thought alone has him pushing her harder against the wall.
She's all out of breath when she pulls away, hand flat on his chest and pushing just gently. "Baseball," she says, and he looks at her like she's fucking crazy, because who cares about baseball right now? "We should...I have to pass."
He leans down to kiss her again and mumbles, "After," against her lips, even if he doesn't know after what because there's no way she'll let him do what he really wants to do to her.
"No," she laughs softly. "Come on. We're behind."
"Rachel," he groans. Okay, he's whining, but whatever. She's not wearing a fucking shirt and she's letting him touch her like this, and now she's taking the dream away.
She sneaks away from him, ducks under his arm and runs up the stairs, and he just leans against the wall with his head resting on his forearm thinking about anything but fucking her. Honestly, how the hell is he supposed to focus on baseball when he knows there's an empty house practically begging to be used?
She comes downstairs with a white tee shirt on (great; so he can still see her pink bikini underneath) and her Indians hat on her head, holding her glove in her head. "Come on," she says, way too happily.
She grabs his hand but he pulls it away. "Gimme a minute," he says pathetically.
She kisses his cheek, slides her hand down his back (not exactly helping) and says she'll meet him in the backyard.
When he gets out there, it's like all the adorable things she used to do are making her the cutest fucking thing on the planet, and when he throws the ball high in the air so she can practice catching pop flies, and she puts her glove under it and grabs it, he snags her around the waist with one arm and lifts her off the ground. She squeals his name and her arms are around his neck. She drops the ball and he laughs and tells her that wouldn't count as an out, she murmurs, "I don't care," and kisses him until he puts her down and she wiggles out of his hold.
He's really not this cute with girls, but it's just really difficult not to be when she's, you know, her.
... ... ...
She's waiting for him at the baseball diamond, and there are a bunch of people around. He kind of wants to kiss her, but they didn't really get to talk about what this all means, and shit, if he kisses her and she doesn't want him to...
Fuck it. He knows she totally wants him to.
It's just that, you know...
"Noah?" she says. She touches his arm and he sees that she's looking at him like she's really confused and he's in some kind of trance. "Hi."
"Yeah. Hi."
"Are you alright?" she asks. She stands right in front of him and he tries to smile. She's got her hair braided in pigtails and it looks super hot.
"It's cool," he says, shrugging his shoulder. She tilts her head and looks up at him. "What?"
"You don't have to act like I'm your girlfriend if you don't want to," she says. She doesn't sound mad. She just looks normal. All hot and normal. "Are you coming over after?"
"Wait. What?" She giggles a little and smiles at him, backs away slowly, and hell yes, he wants to be with her after. "My place."
She grins even wider and pushes her hand into her glove. "Okay."
... ... ...
So yeah, he invited her over solely 'cause he's never had her on his bed before and he thinks it's pretty important that he change that. Whatever. It's not like she argues or anything. Actually, he's kind of shocked at how easy it is to get her into his room and underneath him.
And fuck, she feels good there.
This isn't like the other times they made out, either, where he was just half on top of her and his arm started to hurt from holding himself up. This is him legit between her legs (she picked today to wear jeans; so not fair) and her knees bent and him fucking dying to pull her shirt off and then her bra and...
"Where are you today?" she asks, giggling as he tries to kiss her while she talks. "Noah."
"Right here, baby," he murmurs, pressing himself closer. She gasps, so, fuckin' right, but pushes at his chest a little. "You just don't even know."
"What?" she asks. She's barely whispering, tilting her head so he can get at her neck, and that's kind of the hottest thing.
"You're, like, unreal."
She moans beneath him and hooks one leg around his back. She must be embarrassed or something because she lets it fall back onto the bed, but he's not such a fan of that. He slides his hand up the back of her thigh to her knee and pulls it back up around him, and she breathes out his name right before he kisses her again.
He gets his hand on her boob over her shirt, but that's all. Fucked up thing is he doesn't really mind.
... ... ...
Baseball's totally forgotten when they're in her backyard and he kind of tackles her onto the grass and she mentions her dad won't be home for a couple hours. She throws grass at him and laughs way too hard at herself, and he calls her fucking cute and rolls them over so she's on top of him.
She pulls off her shirt and she's wearing a bathing suit (one piece; fuck) underneath, but he can see the outline of her tits and he decides today's a good day.
Then her dads come home and ask what they got up to, and Dad has this look on his face like he will legit kill Puck if he touches her.
Whatever.
He makes plans with her for the next day and she kisses him at the door before he leaves.
... ... ...
She nearly takes his head off when she hits the ball, and he's so fucking proud of her. The ball drops just off the dirt, somewhere in center field, and when he looks at her, she's smug as shit with the tip of the bat on the ground and her hand on her hip.
"Second baseman would have caught that," he tells her. Fuck, he can't get her developing an ego here just because she hit one ball half-decently.
"Are you forgetting I play with a bunch of girls?"
The way she says it nearly makes him piss his pants laughing, and then she's yelling his name and telling him to pay attention and throw more pitches. Weird, but he doesn't totally hate her bossing him around.
They're walking back to her place because she's assured him her Dad won't be home. He really likes the guy but he's not so sure the feeling's mutual anymore. He's asked Rachel what she told her parents and she said she hadn't said anything, but he doesn't really believe her.
"Hey, you should totally reward me for my time and patience," he says as they walk towards her neighbourhood.
She starts laughing. "You told me you'd leave me stranded if I didn't hit at least four balls."
"So?"
"You said I'm the worst catcher in the history of catching or life," she quotes.
Yeah, he said that. "Your point?" he asks. He's grinning and she shakes her head at him.
"My point is that you're hardly patient. I do appreciate your time, and I've thanked you on several occasions." He laughs quietly to himself and glances at her from the corner of his eye. Pretty fucking cute that she can't understand what he's getting at here. "I'm mildly terrified to hear what you have in mind."
"'S'not like I'm asking for everything," he says. Her shoulders relax like she's relieved or something. (Does she seriously think he'd beg her to have sex with him and make her do it? God.) That doesn't stop him from saying, "Just you."
She laughs really hard and he thinks she's going to pull a muscle or something. "That was really terrible," she manages once she's mostly recovered. He shrugs. He's said worse. "You didn't actually think that would work, did you?"
"What would?" he asks hopefully.
They get to her door and her Dad's car is in the driveway (she's such a liar). She just shakes her head and meets his eyes. "A combination of things I'm not sure you possess the patience to wait for."
So he doesn't really know what that means, but he thinks it basically translates into him waiting a longass time if he ever wants to fuck her.
Really weird, then, that he says, "Let's hang out tomorrow," and doesn't let on that she's not worth spending time with if she's not going to get naked.
He doesn't think that at all. Plus, she totally just challenged him and he wonders if she knows he never could back down from those.
... ... ...
They're in his basement because it's basically the only place in the house that's not hot as hell, and Rachel's pulling her hair up off the back of her neck and looking at him like she's miserable and she needs him to help cool her down.
Except he's looking at her like she's sexy as fuck and should be taking her clothes off if she's too warm.
He pulls his shirt off in hopes that she'll follow suit.
"That's not fair," she groans.
He smirks. "Making you hot?" he asks, stepping towards her.
She fixes him with a glare. "I can't just do that," she pouts. "And no, seeing you like this doesn't exactly help my situation."
Then he's just on her, because she's so hot and she loves his body as much as he does. He pushes her against the back of the couch until she's kind of perched on it and her knees are apart, and then she almost falls backwards when he tries a sneak attack boob grab. Oops. She squeals and grabs onto his arms, then pulls away and gives him this look like she was actually scared or something.
"I got you," he tells her, and then puts his hands on her ass (no, he doesn't care if she usually pushes them away) and picks her up. She feels so fucking good pressed against him. He lays her down on the carpet, 'cause it's way cooler down here and they'll have more room than they would on the sofa anyway. "Hot, huh?"
She's practically panting, and she nods her head. "So, so hot."
Wait. She's touching him, like, running her hands down his body, and then meets his eyes, and all he can think is holy fuck, you're amazing, so that's what he says.
She likes hearing things like that. He's a fast learner when it comes to knowing what makes his girl do that thing with her tongue against his.
He can practically taste how bad he wants to touch her everything right now. It'd be like breaking a fever or something if she'd just let him get her off. She'd feel so much better after. That kind of goes for any time. The heat's just the most relevant excuse right now.
But he's just kissing her and kind of teasing at the underside of her boob with his thumb. She doesn't push him away anymore when he gets this close. If he tries to really feel her up, she'll push his hand back down to her waist or whatever, so he's going slow and taking what he can get. Plus, she lets out these little whimpers every time he touches her someplace new, and it's kind of totally sexy.
He licks her neck and tastes sweat, and when he puts his hand on her collarbone, he feels how hot her skin is. It doesn't seem fair. Yeah, he's hot, too, but having his shirt off definitely helps.
He's trying to be considerate.
His hand tugs at the bottom of her tank top as the other pulls one of the straps off her shoulder. "Take this off, baby."
"No," she answers quickly. She's practically snapping at him and he's not really used to that when they're doing this. "No."
"Why not?" he asks as he goes back to work on her neck. Okay, yeah, he likes the taste of her right now. Always.
"I'm...There's not exactly anything underneath."
He groans and moves his hips just a little (he doesn't want to freak her out) and drops his head to her shoulder. "Rachel."
"The bra is built in," she explains. Her fingers are in the back of his 'hawk and now he's burning up so fast it's crazy.
"Stop talking," he says gruffly. He wants to touch her so bad so he knows what her boobs feel like right now, and she's so worked up that she'd probably let him. But he doesn't really want it to go down that way, so he just finds her lips again and kisses her there instead of, you know, licking her nipple through her shirt or something else she'll find offensive or some shit.
"We should stop," she says. She doesn't sound like she means it. "It's too warm right now."
"Yeah, baby," he murmurs against her. She laughs quietly and pushes at him until he stops and props himself up so he's hovering over her.
"I'm overheating with you on top of me like this."
"You wanna be on top?" he asks.
"Noah," she whines. She pushes at him again and he gets off her and leans his back against the sofa, closes his eyes. "Sorry."
He hates it when she apologizes.
"'S'cool. Let's get ice and watch Bull Durham."
She asks him what that is.
He glares at her and thinks that any girl of his needs to know what Kevin Costner was like before he started making shitty movies.
She asks him if he's seen Message In A Bottle and he gives her a dirty look and tells her to pay attention. She sits next to him with her legs up on the couch and her knees against his thigh, and they sip ice water, and by the end of the movie she's holding his hand and he doesn't want her to stop that.
... ... ...
He's been calling her 'his girl' a lot lately in his head.
He's kind of thinking of making it a permanent thing.
... ... ...
She makes it easy on him. They're playing catch one night in her backyard just as the sun starts going down, and she starts looking at him funny. He doesn't want to ask what her deal is, because, you know, she says basically everything that pops into her head and he figures she'll get to it when the time's right. She hasn't even dropped one ball - seriously, she's catching them all - and then she just holds the ball in her glove and stares at him across her lawn.
"What?" he asks. She's being weird.
"What would you call yourself right now?" Okay, this is a weird question, and one that probably has a lot of answers. "I mean in relation to me."
He laughs and shakes his head, starts walking towards her. "Cute," he tells her, raising his brow. She throws the ball at him and he nearly drops it because he's caught off-guard. Of course, he's awesome, so he doesn't even fumble it. "I'm kinda like your boyfriend."
She smiles all wide, then reels it in and bites her bottom lip and catches the pass he sends her way. "Is that what you want to be?" she asks.
"You're kinda sneaky, you know that?" he laughs. Then he shrugs one shoulder and she throws the ball so hard it really gets his attention, mostly because it nearly beans him in the face. "Yeah. Yeah, that's what I want."
He kind of figures she'll run at him or something, but what she does is just catch his throw, blow him a kiss, and then continue this lazy little game they're playing.
... ... ...
He totally gets under her shirt one night. They're in her room with the door three quarters of the way closed (it's still open, so her dads can't really be mad) and she picked Summer Catch for them to watch, which has that chick in it that everyone thinks is hot but totally isn't. And that dude who's married to Buffy or whatever, who can't act for shit.
About 20 minutes into it, Rachel looks up at him and he gives her a look that totally says I told you so, because he told her this movie was going to be shittastic.
Anyway, she like, attaches her lips to his and slides down the bed, and they make out facing one another for a while, which is cool 'cause she tangles her legs all up with his and sometimes tries to push him onto his back. That's hot, too, but he kind of likes teasing the ever-loving hell out of her and keeping them the way they are. Then she nips at his neck and plays with his ear and says, "God, Noah, I love kissing you."
So that basically means he has to take control of this shit and feel more of her.
Or he will die.
So he pulls her on top of him, 'cause that's pretty obviously where she wants to be (and who could blame her?) and her hair's all in his face but he doesn't give a damn. It smells all nice and it's super soft.
Plus, she always does this thing where she pulls back from him and jerks her head so her hair goes over her shoulder, then pushes the rest back with her fingers, and it's literally one of the hottest things he's ever seen in his entire life.
As she's kissing him, he slips his hand into her tank top at the small of her back. She's got the smoothest skin, and he honestly doesn't even know how. It's like she takes baths in honey or some shit. She tastes sweet, too, so sometimes he wonders. Anyway, she doesn't even flinch, so he moves his hand around her side until it's over her ribs and inching upwards, and he stops there for a second to see if she's going to freak out.
But then she kind of arches in his general direction and he pushes his hand up so it's totally covering her boob, and it's soft and warm in his palm, and she might not have the biggest tits he's ever seen, but they're kind of the most awesome ones in the world to him right now. She's kissing him differently now, 'cause her breath is all fucked up. She's taking these shallow little breaths and he kind of wants to say something about how fucking good she feels, but he doesn't want to ruin it. So he just plays along and lets her kiss him however the hell she wants to, and then he swipes his thumb across her nipple until she's saying his name into his mouth.
"Hey," he says to her during a brief break when she's just licking her lips and he's still feeling her up. (What? As if he's going to stop now.) "Hey, Rach."
"What?" she whispers, looking down at him. Her eyes are so dark right now.
"How far 'd'you let Finn go?" She looks kind of offended and he thinks he's an idiot. Stupid! It's just that he's doing this and she's acting like she's never felt this way before, and he got all curious and kind of blinded by what he's doing, and then his mouth was opening. "Shit. You don't have to..."
"Not this far," she admits quietly.
So yeah, he basically feels fucking awesome, because he likes knowing he's treading uncharted waters or whatever the fuck.
"'Kay," he says. She looks at him like he's smiling too widely or something, so he uses his free hand between her shoulder blades and pushes her closer to him. "Thanks."
She looks confused. "For letting you...?"
Her voice trails, and he nods and kisses her. "Yeah." He massages her gently with his hand, and she lets out this little noise and presses her forehead against his. "For letting me."
... ... ...
"All we ever do is make out and play baseball," she notes one day. He's gotta admit they're basically done with their 'lessons' and she can totally pass gym with what she can do now. Whatever. He kind of digs making someone else good at something instead of the other way around.
"So?" he asks. "'S'kind of the perfect relationship, right?" She gives him a look. "And that's not even true. We watch movies."
"Which inevitably leads to making out."
Uh, yeah, why do you think he agrees to watch movies?
He doesn't say anything, because he doesn't really know where she's going with this. It's summer, so the whole idea is that he gets to do whatever he wants, and what he wants is to fuck around with her and basically, you know, do nothing else. He plays baseball and goes to class and cleans some pools, and then he spends time with her. This summer has been awesome and he doesn't want it to change.
"I think you should take me on a date," she states. She tilts her head and he narrows his eyes.
"I think you should take me on a date," he echoes.
She giggles and shakes her head. "Do you really want me to take you out and buy you things, Noah? Isn't that kind of emasculating?"
He doesn't know what that means, really, but he can make an educated guess, and he doesn't like the sound of it.
So he takes her out and they have dinner and then drive around for a while. It's a normal date, what he always does when girls make him take them on dates.
He doesn't usually promise he'll see them the next day after class. Then again, Rachel's not really like all the rest.
... ... ...
She helps him study for his Chem final, which is basically the most distracting thing on the planet, 'cause she has to be wearing these tiny shorts and a tee shirt he can see her white bra underneath. Hard to focus on magnesium or whatever the fuck when your girlfriend's nipples are so fucking close to your person.
"Reward me," he blurts out, staring at her chest. He looks up at her face and she's got her brows raised. "I'll learn better if we take a break."
She scoffs. "Noah, studying isn't about learning, it's about ensuring you've retained all you've already learned."
Yeah. Whatever.
"Take your shirt off."
"What comes after rhodium?"
He can tell she's not about to give in, so he reaches for her thigh and touches her lightly. "If you want, I can come after you."
He thinks it's a pretty good line, considering he had about two seconds to come up with it.
But she gets all pissy and tells him he can study on his own, that she'll see him later and good luck on his test.
His test is in three days, so he thinks she probably plans to not see him until then.
She's back within two hours. He's eaten some Taco Bell in that time, and is still on his bed with his books open. He really can't afford less than a 70, so he's taking this shit seriously, even if he thinks it's stupid and he'll probably never have to know any of it.
She walks into his room and stands at the end of his bed with her hands on her hips.
"I don't need you to act like all you have to do is suggest we have sex and I'll do it. I'm not ready and I don't know when I will be, so please stop pressuring me."
He moves so he's sitting at the edge of his bed, then she sits down on his thigh with her legs between his. His hand rests on her knee, even though it's hard to leave it there considering the length of the shorts she's wearing. Some days he wonders if her dads are blind or some shit.
"Okay," he tells her. "I'm sorry."
He means it, too, 'cause it's obviously not all about sex. He likes her and wants to be with her, even if she won't suck his dick. This is progress or whatever.
"Thank you," she says quietly.
He kisses her and she lets him, which feels nice, 'cause it's all soft and stuff.
"Palladium," he murmurs. He feels her smiling, moves his lips to her jaw. "Silver." She nods. He tugs at her earlobe with his teeth. "Cadmium." She whimpers a little when he lingers against her pulse point. "Tin."
She shakes her head and pulls away. "You missed indium."
"Oh." He furrows his brow, then shrugs his shoulder. "Never even heard of it."
She giggles, kisses him one last time, and gets up.
"Let's start at the beginning."
He groans, but she still manages to convince him they should make flash cards.
... ... ...
He's got her suited up for her gym class. She's wearing her hat, a pair of tight yoga pants, and a baseball tee shirt she bought the other day and was way too excited to show him. She looks somehow adorable and sexy as fuck at exactly the same time. It's basically a miracle.
He smacks her on the ass before she heads to the diamond for the 'game'. It's one of her last classes, and she's got a 75% right now, apparently. It's definitely a pass, and unless she chokes and like, forgets everything he ever taught her, she's going to be bumped up to an 80%, at least.
She's doing well, though. She covers for the short stop when the girl fails to knock down a ball. Rachel takes off and tracks it down, throws it to third to trap the runner at second. He doesn't cheer or anything, since he's the only spectator and he doesn't want to look like an idiot or a fucking pussy-whipped jerkoff.
When it's her turn to bat, she gets into position, even jerks up her pant leg with her left hand like he always does. He thinks it's hot. She fouls off the first pitch, swings through the second one, and then sends the third up the middle to drop into left center. She ends up at second base with a huge fucking smile on her face.
They only really play a couple innings, but Rachel's totally the best one out there, and he feels pretty proud of her actually. Not even himself for making her awesome, but her for sticking with it even in the beginning when she sucked so bad.
She walks off the field after a brief talk with her teacher, says, "Ready?" and starts walking towards her car.
"Hey, wait," he laughs. She turns to him, smiling way too wide. "What happened?"
"Well, I've definitely passed," she says, looking up at him. She bites her lip and he knows there's more. "She said I'm the most improved and that she admires my drive and determination and wishes all the girls would take my initiative." He wipes the sweat from her temple. She doesn't think it's gross or anything. He wants to say something, but then her face changes. "She also says that maybe everyone else would work harder if they had you as a personal trainer."
He laughs. "Well..."
"Shut up," she giggles. She wraps her arms around his neck and he pulls her hat off so he can press his lips to hers. "I don't like that everyone thinks you're sexy."
He smoothes his fingertips over the skin beneath her shirt at the small of her back. "'S'long as you think I'm sexy, I don't give a shit about anyone else."
"You're a liar," she laughs. "But of course I do."
He kisses her again. He wasn't really lying, but whatever. He heard the part he wanted to hear, so it doesn't matter.
"Come on. Let's hit the showers," he says. He swats at her ass again, and she squeals. He doesn't care. It's all part of the game, and being his girlfriend.
"Why don't I shower while you wait downstairs with my dad," she suggests. He knew it was coming, so it doesn't even matter, really.
"Whatever you say, Slugger."
... ... ...
He gets 76% on his chemistry final, so he's passed all his classes and he decides he and Rachel should do something to celebrate. She wears a pretty pink dress and a headband in her hair. They've both already eaten with their families, so he stops at DQ and gets their usuals, then they drive around for awhile.
"We should go to an Indians game before summer ends," she says randomly. She's got her straw between her teeth when he looks at her, and he'd take her out to the lake if he thought she'd go for it. It's kind of a makeout spot, and a notorious party spot in the summer, but he knows some places that'd be quiet for them.
"Yeah."
They're silent for a few more minutes, until she turns to him and says, "Aren't you going to stop somewhere? I assumed when you said 'celebrate', that you meant..."
"Meant what?" he asks. He casts a glance her way and she looks half-embarrassed, half-impatient.
"I just thought you wanted to make out."
He smirks and looks at her again. "Do you want to make out?"
She shrugs one shoulder. "I was kind of prepared for it," she admits.
"You prepare for making out? What's that include?" he asks.
She hits his arm and he pulls down an old dirt road that basically goes nowhere. They stop and kiss for a while, and she gets cold sitting on his dropped tailgate, so they get back into the cab and she kisses him some more. Her hand ends up on his thigh, but he keeps his mostly to himself. Sure, he's touching her (obviously) but he doesn't want to pressure her and he knows she's not into pushing things further than they've been going lately. He's already learned that lesson and he doesn't need to hear it again.
"Rach," he says after a while. She lets out this little sound and pulls away from him. Her lips are all red and her cheeks are flushed. She's so hot it's insane. "This summer's been awesome." She smiles and nods slowly. "With you, I mean."
"I think it's my favourite one," she tells him. He kisses her because he likes that she gets it and feels the same way.
He's half-expecting her to freak out about going back to school soon and what that means for them and if anything's going to change. It's pretty awesome that she knows it won't. He doesn't know when he decided that, but it doesn't matter, if you ask him.
... ... ...
They're in his room and his mom's downstairs, but Rachel's laying on her side on his bed and they're kind of making out. He doesn't know how it happened, really, since she doesn't like to do it when his mom's around and they were just talking about stuff to begin with. But then her hand was on his side under his shirt and she was nodding at the words he was saying as she leaned in and kissed him. The conversation kind of deteriorated from that point.
She's absolutely teasing the shit out of him right now. She has yet to give him any tongue whatsoever, and her hand hasn't moved. She's just nipping at his lips and staying where she is, and as much as he wants to push himself closer to her, he kind of wants to see how it all plays out.
After a full 10 minutes (or fucking whatever; he's not timing it) he gets frustrated and wants to take charge and pin her to the bed with her wrists over her head. He doesn't think she'd appreciate that.
"Damn, baby," he breathes out. He can't find any more words, 'cause she lets out this moan and her foot slides up his bare calf.
"Call me that again," she says against his lips.
Seriously, this girl is the most seductive little thing he's ever met, and she doesn't even have any idea.
He calls her baby all the time. Apparently she's really into it.
"Baby," he says, voice low. She makes a sound and pushes herself against him. Her thigh brushes against the front of his pants as she does, and he sucks in a breath. "You'll kill me before I ever get to fuck you. I swear."
For a second, he's positive this is going to offend her and she'll be supremely pissed at him assuming she's ever going to sleep with him anyway. It's happened before. This time, she giggles, kisses him and runs her tongue slowly along the line of his jaw. She fucking licks him.
"I'll try not to," she says.
It somehow sounds like a really good promise to him.
... ... ...
She's laying in the sun in her backyard, for whatever good that'll do. She practically bathes in sunscreen, but whatever. That just means she takes her clothes off and wears little bikinis he never would have thought she'd have. Like the one she's wearing now, bright green with a little ruffle around her hips and along the cups of the top. She looks sexy as hell.
He just came from baseball practice, so he's got his 3/4 length shirt on and it's killing him. He pulls it off before she's noticed him, drops it onto the ground with his other stuff. She must hear it, because she opens her eyes and smiles up at him.
"Hey."
"Hi," she says. He leans down and kisses her, drags his fingertips down her torso. "How was practice?"
"Pretty good." He sits next to her, picks his glove up off the ground and pushes his hand into it. "Wanna have a catch?"
She starts laughing at him. He doesn't even care, 'cause her laugh's sexy. "I'm only saying yes because you quoted Field of Dreams."
He grins at her, leans over and kisses her hard until she whimpers a little and grabs at his arm. "I only did that 'cause you know I quoted Field of Dreams."
She smiles, pushes at him so he'll stand up, and grabs the glove he lent her at the beginning of the summer from inside the house. He half expects her to come out wearing clothes, too, but he's pretty glad when she doesn't.
He misses the first two throws she sends his way. She laughs at him until he comes over and snags her around the waist, holds her against him and tells her the bikini is distracting him. She says something about grabbing a coverup, but he shakes his head.
She was awful for the first half of the summer. He figures he's allowed to have an off day.
Chapter: 2/2
Rating: R
Character: Puck/Rachel
Summary: Rachel fails gym, and Puck takes it upon himself to make sure she doesn't flunk out of summer school, too. That's how he finds himself teaching her how to play baseball.
Word Count: 19,000 (total)
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Santana fucking slaps him when he asks if she'll blow him.
Pretty simple question and she gets all fucking bent out of shape. It's not like he's never asked before, and she's being totally fucking crazy about it right now. It's not his fault it's 'her time' and she can't do him. He might as well get something from her anyway. She doesn't see his logic there, but that's because she's half nuts.
So he leaves her place with a mark on his face and in a really bad mood, and he doesn't even realize he's in Rachel's neighbourhood until he's parked in front of her house and looking up to see if her bedroom light is on.
She answers the door in purple pajama shorts with polkadots on them, and a tank top that has ruffles at the straps.
"What happened to your face?" she asks, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside.
"Nothing," he mutters. Admitting to one girl that another girl slapped you is probably not going to win you points. He notices a serious absence of dads right now. "You alone?"
"Dad and Daddy went to Mansfield to visit friends. They'll be home later," she explains. "Noah, what happened?"
She sits down on the sofa and pulls his hand, so he kind of has to sit down, too. She looks all worried, and he kind of likes that.
"Santana."
She sighs and rolls her eyes, and he doesn't know why she looks so annoyed. "Figures."
"What?"
"Nothing," she says. She turns back to the television and pulls her legs up onto the sofa, but he's not giving it up that quickly.
"Rachel, what?" he asks again.
"I just don't know why you continue to put up with her," she says. She sounds quiet, then plays with the bottom of her shorts. Yeah, that's not distracting at all. He grabs her hand to stop her, and she looks at him. "She's not nice to you."
"I..."
"And I know that sex can't really be that worth it," she says. But he's wondering if she does know that, really. "Is it?"
She won't look at him. He's thinking this is really fucked up.
Santana's the only chick he's fucked around with all summer, mostly because he's been spending time with one he won't even call his friend.
"Whatever," he mumbles, leaning his head back.
Apparently that pisses her off, because she shuts the television off, stands up and glares at him.
"You're such an idiot," she says, shaking her head. He's never really seen her like this and he can't decide whether it's hot or pissing him off. "You continue to be with a girl who treats you like complete garbage. All I've heard for weeks is you talking about how much you hate her, and yet you're still willing to have sex with her!"
He's failing to see how that's really a problem, but evidently she thinks it's one.
"So?" he asks.
She lets out a breath and looks away. "Please leave." He doesn't move. She's never kicked him out of her house, ever. "Noah, I mean it. Daddy doesn't like me having boys here when they're not home."
He's fucking pissed. He could use a friend right now and all he got was shit on. This is why he should just be friends with dudes and stick to just sleeping with girls. They're fucking crazy and the mood swings really aren't worth it.
"Whatever," he mumbles as he stands from the couch. "Not like you'd ever let anyone touch you anyway. What the hell are they worried about?"
It's really not the right thing to say, because she shoves at his chest and he seriously wonders if she's about to slap him, too. Maybe it was a shitty thing to say, but it's also basically the truth, isn't it?
"Get out," she says lowly, eyes narrowed.
"Fine," he spits at her, stomping to the door. He makes sure he slams it hard behind him.
He doesn't know why his hands are shaking or why he's so fucking mad at her right now.
... ... ...
She doesn't show up to practice the next day and won't answer her phone when he sucks it up and tries to call her.
Whatever. It's her grade.
... ... ...
It's been four days since he saw her and five since they last practiced, and he's sick of her ignoring him, and he's trying to figure out why she's so pissed at him. He can screw whoever he wants to, and she doesn't get a say in that. It's none of her business, except for some reason, he's kind of made it her business by telling her a couple things and bitching to her when Santana decided to be all cold to him.
He likes Rachel. He likes hanging out with her and if she happened to fall onto his lap, he wouldn't mind having her a couple times.
Missing her is a fucking confusing thing, because half the time the jury's still out on how much time he actually wants to spend around her.
Definitely more than none.
... ... ...
He sees her at a party, which is a fucking surprise. It's been a little over a week since he saw her, and her hair's all down, and she's wearing this black strapless summer dress thing. He decides she looks hot as fuck and crosses Brittany's lawn to talk to her. Mike gets there first and hands her a can of Sprite. She hasn't seen him yet and he doesn't want to call his attention to her, so he finds Santana and lets her apologize for hitting him. Not like it's the first time and they both probably know it won't be the last.
Sometime around midnight, Santana offers to go down on him, strokes him through his jeans as she mentions going to Britt's room, but he doesn't even get hard because he can see Rachel across the lawn with some asshole from the basketball team. Puck fucking despises this guy and doesn't even know why he's at this party. Santana hates him and Brittany hates whoever Santana tells her to, so what the fuck?
He walks over when he sees her excuse herself and then make her way to the cooler for another Sprite (thank god she isn't drinking). He grabs her arm gently and she looks up at him, sets her face in a scowl when she sees it's him.
"Noah," she says coldly.
It's like her life is a movie and she's the only one who believes it.
"Looks like you got your wish," he says, jutting his chin towards Chris fucking Standish. She just looks at him. "Someone wants to kiss you."
"Please let go of my arm," she says calmly, pulling her elbow away. He's not going to put up a fight and he was just barely touching her. "He's nice and one of the only people here who will talk to me."
"I would, but I figure you still hate me or you'd be answering your fucking phone." He looks down the front of her dress when she reaches into the cooler for a soda.
She glares at him and flicks the icy water from her hand at him. "I don't hate you, Noah," she says, like he's some kind of idiot for thinking it.
"Fooled me," he mumbles.
She sets her can down on the railing and shakes her head. "That's because you're a fool."
She walks away from him and goes back to Chris, and then spends the rest of the night watching her with the guy.
By the rest of the night, he means about 20 minutes, because she leaves the party and doesn't come back, and he doesn't really see any point in staying when he doesn't have to look out for her.
... ... ...
He figures her dads probably give her a curfew and whatever and that's why she had to leave. It's cool, though, and he kind of wants to high five them for that shit, because Chris fucking Standish doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as a girl like Rachel. Especially not Rachel.
Would that guy put up with her pathetic-at-sports ass and try and teach her to learn this shit so she doesn't fail? Would he be out on the basketball court with his hands on her hips, showing her how to make free throws? Would he be in her room watching Youtube videos of Jordan to show her how awesome his heros are?
Fucking whatever. No way. No one else would do this for her and he's pretty fucking pissed at her lack of gratitude for him giving up so much of his time to help her.
And he really plans to say all this to her when he gets to her house, but then she's standing in front of him in a bikini top and a denim skirt and he basically forgets every word he ever knew.
"Hi," she says. She's all nervous and looks like she wants to cover up or something. He's pretty glad she can't right now.
Fuck, her body is ridiculous, and he's a little pissed that he hasn't seen this much of it until now.
Apparently he's staring or something, because she brings her arm up across her chest and holds onto her other arm, just above her elbow. "What are you doing here?" she asks.
And because he's a fucking asshole, he says, "Just checking to make sure Chris didn't kidnap you or some shit."
No, it doesn't make any sense, and it's just about the stupidest thing he could say. It obviously pisses her off, 'cause she narrows her eyes at him and shakes her head.
"What do you want?"
"I dunno!" he shouts. "You wanna pass gym or not?"
She shakes her head again like he's the stupidest guy on the planet, which is fine because he actually feels like it right now.
"Right," she says quietly. "That's all this is. It's just about my gym grade." He doesn't know what to say to that, and talking today is just making him sound like a pathetic loser, so he keeps his mouth closed. "Fine. I'll get my glove."
"And a shirt," he adds.
Fuck, he can't focus on anything but her tits if she wears that right now. But yeah, then he thinks about not seeing her tits, and that basically is the last thing he wants, so he follows her into the house (she left the door open, which is as good as an invitation) and grabs her hips before she can go upstairs.
"Hey," he says as soon as his hands are on her. It's warm inside and her skin is hot to the touch. They normally has the A/C going in this house so he assumes it's broken and that's why she's practically naked. "Hi."
Jesus. It's like he's battling with himself to see if he can sound like more of a moron in front of her.
"What?" she asks. He hears her swallow and wishes he could have watched her throat when she did it.
"You look so fucking hot," he says.
Fuck.
Fuck, he didn't mean to say that. He really didn't. Knowing her, she'll think he's talking about the weather or some shit, not implying that he wants to lick every fucking inch of skin she's showing off right now.
She surprises the hell out of him when she asks, "Do I?" and he can't help it if his fingers dig into her skin just a little more.
This house is way too quiet for anyone else to be here, and he's got all sorts of terrible ideas he doesn't think she'd ever go for.
But then he's hearing her voice echo in his head and maybe...
"Yeah," he tells her. His thumb moves a little, then he slides his hand around to rest on her stomach, which is so flat it's not even right. She takes a quick little breath, which should not be the sexiest thing he's seen her do in a while, considering he saw her underwear not so long ago.
He wants to ask her why she's so pissed at him, but he might be getting the idea. He's a little slow on the uptake, but this all started when he was bitching about Santana. She's as jealous as he is. He likes it.
"I let you touch me," she points out softly. Her voice is so sexy right now that he closes his eyes.
Then he remembers what he'd said to her the other day, and she's basically telling him right now that...
Fuck. What is she telling him right now?
She glances at him over her shoulder and he figures he needs to come up with something - anything - to say to her right now to let her know that she doesn't have to be shy about wanting him.
So he moves his hand slowly and lets the other one move down so it's on the outside of her thigh. A couple more inches and he'd be touching more skin, and he fucking wants to, so bad.
And he's not good with feelings because most of the time he doesn't have them, so he just strokes the skin above her belly button with his thumb and asks, "Do you like it when I touch you?"
Mostly because it sounds hot and he wants to.
All she says is his name, and it's all quiet, and he's kind of really sick of the, like, hundred conversations they're having right now. He spins her around in his arms and holds her because she starts to lose her balance a little bit.
In his experience, there's one way to tell if a girl's into you. You kiss her and see what happens. Talking is for suckers and he tries hard not to be one.
So he pushes his hand into her hair and tilts her head up, then slants his mouth over hers and kisses her. She whimpers against his lips and her fingers dig into his shoulders like they always have. Fuck, he likes that. He really wants to push himself against her, because he feels fucking fantastic right now, but he doesn't want to freak her out and he honestly has no idea how far she's ever been with a dude who wasn't him. She's obviously felt him before, but you know, he's trying to be considerate or some shit.
So he starts backing them towards the stairs, and he really doesn't know how he thinks she's going to go up them backwards, but if anyone can do it, she can. She doesn't, though, just stops there and doesn't let him push her any further. He's not totally cool with that and he's not feeling enough of her, so he turns their bodies and presses her against the wall. His hand ends up next to her head and she giggles and nips at his lips.
She presses her hips forward like she's looking for something she knows he can give her, but he pushes her stomach back with his hand so she's flat against the wall.
He would just make out with her all fucking day long if she'd let him, but those hundreds of conversations they were having? None of them are really finished. Not really.
"You could have just said you want me, Rachel," he tells her. He sounds cocky about it, keeps one hand on her stomach and the other against the wall, and himself just out of her reach until she whines. "Pretty obvious I want you."
"Maybe I'd know that if you would just come here already," she says, and honestly, it's the fucking hottest thing he's ever heard or seen her do. Fuck. She grabs onto his shirt at his stomach and pulls him close. Sure, he's stronger and he could resist.
But where's the fun in that?
He's smirking as he presses himself against her, and he keeps his lips away. She's trying to lean up to reach him, but she can't do it. It's fucking hot, her desperate and him in control, and he thinks he's going to have a lot of fun with this. His hand eventually comes off the wall and lands on her shoulder, slides up her neck and he strokes her jaw with his thumb.
"We should go to your room," he says, trying not to laugh when she gets frustrated with not being able to kiss him and sinks back against the wall with her head tipped up in his direction.
She shakes her head a little. "That's a very bad idea," she says. She doesn't sound convinced even a little bit, and it's doing fuck all to make him believe what she said.
He presses against her just a little more, moves his hand down her body so his palm is nearly on her boob. "You sure?" She blows out a breath and looks up at him. "'Cause you don't look very sure."
"You're teasing me," she pouts.
He laughs a little and shakes his head. "Baby, you don't know teasing."
She lets out an honest to god moan and he kisses her hard because he can't fucking handle not kissing her any longer. She's hotter than she even knows and she's practically naked in front of him. Her tongue is so fucking soft, and she tastes like cherries, so he thinks she's been eating popsicles or something, and that thought alone has him pushing her harder against the wall.
She's all out of breath when she pulls away, hand flat on his chest and pushing just gently. "Baseball," she says, and he looks at her like she's fucking crazy, because who cares about baseball right now? "We should...I have to pass."
He leans down to kiss her again and mumbles, "After," against her lips, even if he doesn't know after what because there's no way she'll let him do what he really wants to do to her.
"No," she laughs softly. "Come on. We're behind."
"Rachel," he groans. Okay, he's whining, but whatever. She's not wearing a fucking shirt and she's letting him touch her like this, and now she's taking the dream away.
She sneaks away from him, ducks under his arm and runs up the stairs, and he just leans against the wall with his head resting on his forearm thinking about anything but fucking her. Honestly, how the hell is he supposed to focus on baseball when he knows there's an empty house practically begging to be used?
She comes downstairs with a white tee shirt on (great; so he can still see her pink bikini underneath) and her Indians hat on her head, holding her glove in her head. "Come on," she says, way too happily.
She grabs his hand but he pulls it away. "Gimme a minute," he says pathetically.
She kisses his cheek, slides her hand down his back (not exactly helping) and says she'll meet him in the backyard.
When he gets out there, it's like all the adorable things she used to do are making her the cutest fucking thing on the planet, and when he throws the ball high in the air so she can practice catching pop flies, and she puts her glove under it and grabs it, he snags her around the waist with one arm and lifts her off the ground. She squeals his name and her arms are around his neck. She drops the ball and he laughs and tells her that wouldn't count as an out, she murmurs, "I don't care," and kisses him until he puts her down and she wiggles out of his hold.
He's really not this cute with girls, but it's just really difficult not to be when she's, you know, her.
... ... ...
She's waiting for him at the baseball diamond, and there are a bunch of people around. He kind of wants to kiss her, but they didn't really get to talk about what this all means, and shit, if he kisses her and she doesn't want him to...
Fuck it. He knows she totally wants him to.
It's just that, you know...
"Noah?" she says. She touches his arm and he sees that she's looking at him like she's really confused and he's in some kind of trance. "Hi."
"Yeah. Hi."
"Are you alright?" she asks. She stands right in front of him and he tries to smile. She's got her hair braided in pigtails and it looks super hot.
"It's cool," he says, shrugging his shoulder. She tilts her head and looks up at him. "What?"
"You don't have to act like I'm your girlfriend if you don't want to," she says. She doesn't sound mad. She just looks normal. All hot and normal. "Are you coming over after?"
"Wait. What?" She giggles a little and smiles at him, backs away slowly, and hell yes, he wants to be with her after. "My place."
She grins even wider and pushes her hand into her glove. "Okay."
... ... ...
So yeah, he invited her over solely 'cause he's never had her on his bed before and he thinks it's pretty important that he change that. Whatever. It's not like she argues or anything. Actually, he's kind of shocked at how easy it is to get her into his room and underneath him.
And fuck, she feels good there.
This isn't like the other times they made out, either, where he was just half on top of her and his arm started to hurt from holding himself up. This is him legit between her legs (she picked today to wear jeans; so not fair) and her knees bent and him fucking dying to pull her shirt off and then her bra and...
"Where are you today?" she asks, giggling as he tries to kiss her while she talks. "Noah."
"Right here, baby," he murmurs, pressing himself closer. She gasps, so, fuckin' right, but pushes at his chest a little. "You just don't even know."
"What?" she asks. She's barely whispering, tilting her head so he can get at her neck, and that's kind of the hottest thing.
"You're, like, unreal."
She moans beneath him and hooks one leg around his back. She must be embarrassed or something because she lets it fall back onto the bed, but he's not such a fan of that. He slides his hand up the back of her thigh to her knee and pulls it back up around him, and she breathes out his name right before he kisses her again.
He gets his hand on her boob over her shirt, but that's all. Fucked up thing is he doesn't really mind.
... ... ...
Baseball's totally forgotten when they're in her backyard and he kind of tackles her onto the grass and she mentions her dad won't be home for a couple hours. She throws grass at him and laughs way too hard at herself, and he calls her fucking cute and rolls them over so she's on top of him.
She pulls off her shirt and she's wearing a bathing suit (one piece; fuck) underneath, but he can see the outline of her tits and he decides today's a good day.
Then her dads come home and ask what they got up to, and Dad has this look on his face like he will legit kill Puck if he touches her.
Whatever.
He makes plans with her for the next day and she kisses him at the door before he leaves.
... ... ...
She nearly takes his head off when she hits the ball, and he's so fucking proud of her. The ball drops just off the dirt, somewhere in center field, and when he looks at her, she's smug as shit with the tip of the bat on the ground and her hand on her hip.
"Second baseman would have caught that," he tells her. Fuck, he can't get her developing an ego here just because she hit one ball half-decently.
"Are you forgetting I play with a bunch of girls?"
The way she says it nearly makes him piss his pants laughing, and then she's yelling his name and telling him to pay attention and throw more pitches. Weird, but he doesn't totally hate her bossing him around.
They're walking back to her place because she's assured him her Dad won't be home. He really likes the guy but he's not so sure the feeling's mutual anymore. He's asked Rachel what she told her parents and she said she hadn't said anything, but he doesn't really believe her.
"Hey, you should totally reward me for my time and patience," he says as they walk towards her neighbourhood.
She starts laughing. "You told me you'd leave me stranded if I didn't hit at least four balls."
"So?"
"You said I'm the worst catcher in the history of catching or life," she quotes.
Yeah, he said that. "Your point?" he asks. He's grinning and she shakes her head at him.
"My point is that you're hardly patient. I do appreciate your time, and I've thanked you on several occasions." He laughs quietly to himself and glances at her from the corner of his eye. Pretty fucking cute that she can't understand what he's getting at here. "I'm mildly terrified to hear what you have in mind."
"'S'not like I'm asking for everything," he says. Her shoulders relax like she's relieved or something. (Does she seriously think he'd beg her to have sex with him and make her do it? God.) That doesn't stop him from saying, "Just you."
She laughs really hard and he thinks she's going to pull a muscle or something. "That was really terrible," she manages once she's mostly recovered. He shrugs. He's said worse. "You didn't actually think that would work, did you?"
"What would?" he asks hopefully.
They get to her door and her Dad's car is in the driveway (she's such a liar). She just shakes her head and meets his eyes. "A combination of things I'm not sure you possess the patience to wait for."
So he doesn't really know what that means, but he thinks it basically translates into him waiting a longass time if he ever wants to fuck her.
Really weird, then, that he says, "Let's hang out tomorrow," and doesn't let on that she's not worth spending time with if she's not going to get naked.
He doesn't think that at all. Plus, she totally just challenged him and he wonders if she knows he never could back down from those.
... ... ...
They're in his basement because it's basically the only place in the house that's not hot as hell, and Rachel's pulling her hair up off the back of her neck and looking at him like she's miserable and she needs him to help cool her down.
Except he's looking at her like she's sexy as fuck and should be taking her clothes off if she's too warm.
He pulls his shirt off in hopes that she'll follow suit.
"That's not fair," she groans.
He smirks. "Making you hot?" he asks, stepping towards her.
She fixes him with a glare. "I can't just do that," she pouts. "And no, seeing you like this doesn't exactly help my situation."
Then he's just on her, because she's so hot and she loves his body as much as he does. He pushes her against the back of the couch until she's kind of perched on it and her knees are apart, and then she almost falls backwards when he tries a sneak attack boob grab. Oops. She squeals and grabs onto his arms, then pulls away and gives him this look like she was actually scared or something.
"I got you," he tells her, and then puts his hands on her ass (no, he doesn't care if she usually pushes them away) and picks her up. She feels so fucking good pressed against him. He lays her down on the carpet, 'cause it's way cooler down here and they'll have more room than they would on the sofa anyway. "Hot, huh?"
She's practically panting, and she nods her head. "So, so hot."
Wait. She's touching him, like, running her hands down his body, and then meets his eyes, and all he can think is holy fuck, you're amazing, so that's what he says.
She likes hearing things like that. He's a fast learner when it comes to knowing what makes his girl do that thing with her tongue against his.
He can practically taste how bad he wants to touch her everything right now. It'd be like breaking a fever or something if she'd just let him get her off. She'd feel so much better after. That kind of goes for any time. The heat's just the most relevant excuse right now.
But he's just kissing her and kind of teasing at the underside of her boob with his thumb. She doesn't push him away anymore when he gets this close. If he tries to really feel her up, she'll push his hand back down to her waist or whatever, so he's going slow and taking what he can get. Plus, she lets out these little whimpers every time he touches her someplace new, and it's kind of totally sexy.
He licks her neck and tastes sweat, and when he puts his hand on her collarbone, he feels how hot her skin is. It doesn't seem fair. Yeah, he's hot, too, but having his shirt off definitely helps.
He's trying to be considerate.
His hand tugs at the bottom of her tank top as the other pulls one of the straps off her shoulder. "Take this off, baby."
"No," she answers quickly. She's practically snapping at him and he's not really used to that when they're doing this. "No."
"Why not?" he asks as he goes back to work on her neck. Okay, yeah, he likes the taste of her right now. Always.
"I'm...There's not exactly anything underneath."
He groans and moves his hips just a little (he doesn't want to freak her out) and drops his head to her shoulder. "Rachel."
"The bra is built in," she explains. Her fingers are in the back of his 'hawk and now he's burning up so fast it's crazy.
"Stop talking," he says gruffly. He wants to touch her so bad so he knows what her boobs feel like right now, and she's so worked up that she'd probably let him. But he doesn't really want it to go down that way, so he just finds her lips again and kisses her there instead of, you know, licking her nipple through her shirt or something else she'll find offensive or some shit.
"We should stop," she says. She doesn't sound like she means it. "It's too warm right now."
"Yeah, baby," he murmurs against her. She laughs quietly and pushes at him until he stops and props himself up so he's hovering over her.
"I'm overheating with you on top of me like this."
"You wanna be on top?" he asks.
"Noah," she whines. She pushes at him again and he gets off her and leans his back against the sofa, closes his eyes. "Sorry."
He hates it when she apologizes.
"'S'cool. Let's get ice and watch Bull Durham."
She asks him what that is.
He glares at her and thinks that any girl of his needs to know what Kevin Costner was like before he started making shitty movies.
She asks him if he's seen Message In A Bottle and he gives her a dirty look and tells her to pay attention. She sits next to him with her legs up on the couch and her knees against his thigh, and they sip ice water, and by the end of the movie she's holding his hand and he doesn't want her to stop that.
... ... ...
He's been calling her 'his girl' a lot lately in his head.
He's kind of thinking of making it a permanent thing.
... ... ...
She makes it easy on him. They're playing catch one night in her backyard just as the sun starts going down, and she starts looking at him funny. He doesn't want to ask what her deal is, because, you know, she says basically everything that pops into her head and he figures she'll get to it when the time's right. She hasn't even dropped one ball - seriously, she's catching them all - and then she just holds the ball in her glove and stares at him across her lawn.
"What?" he asks. She's being weird.
"What would you call yourself right now?" Okay, this is a weird question, and one that probably has a lot of answers. "I mean in relation to me."
He laughs and shakes his head, starts walking towards her. "Cute," he tells her, raising his brow. She throws the ball at him and he nearly drops it because he's caught off-guard. Of course, he's awesome, so he doesn't even fumble it. "I'm kinda like your boyfriend."
She smiles all wide, then reels it in and bites her bottom lip and catches the pass he sends her way. "Is that what you want to be?" she asks.
"You're kinda sneaky, you know that?" he laughs. Then he shrugs one shoulder and she throws the ball so hard it really gets his attention, mostly because it nearly beans him in the face. "Yeah. Yeah, that's what I want."
He kind of figures she'll run at him or something, but what she does is just catch his throw, blow him a kiss, and then continue this lazy little game they're playing.
... ... ...
He totally gets under her shirt one night. They're in her room with the door three quarters of the way closed (it's still open, so her dads can't really be mad) and she picked Summer Catch for them to watch, which has that chick in it that everyone thinks is hot but totally isn't. And that dude who's married to Buffy or whatever, who can't act for shit.
About 20 minutes into it, Rachel looks up at him and he gives her a look that totally says I told you so, because he told her this movie was going to be shittastic.
Anyway, she like, attaches her lips to his and slides down the bed, and they make out facing one another for a while, which is cool 'cause she tangles her legs all up with his and sometimes tries to push him onto his back. That's hot, too, but he kind of likes teasing the ever-loving hell out of her and keeping them the way they are. Then she nips at his neck and plays with his ear and says, "God, Noah, I love kissing you."
So that basically means he has to take control of this shit and feel more of her.
Or he will die.
So he pulls her on top of him, 'cause that's pretty obviously where she wants to be (and who could blame her?) and her hair's all in his face but he doesn't give a damn. It smells all nice and it's super soft.
Plus, she always does this thing where she pulls back from him and jerks her head so her hair goes over her shoulder, then pushes the rest back with her fingers, and it's literally one of the hottest things he's ever seen in his entire life.
As she's kissing him, he slips his hand into her tank top at the small of her back. She's got the smoothest skin, and he honestly doesn't even know how. It's like she takes baths in honey or some shit. She tastes sweet, too, so sometimes he wonders. Anyway, she doesn't even flinch, so he moves his hand around her side until it's over her ribs and inching upwards, and he stops there for a second to see if she's going to freak out.
But then she kind of arches in his general direction and he pushes his hand up so it's totally covering her boob, and it's soft and warm in his palm, and she might not have the biggest tits he's ever seen, but they're kind of the most awesome ones in the world to him right now. She's kissing him differently now, 'cause her breath is all fucked up. She's taking these shallow little breaths and he kind of wants to say something about how fucking good she feels, but he doesn't want to ruin it. So he just plays along and lets her kiss him however the hell she wants to, and then he swipes his thumb across her nipple until she's saying his name into his mouth.
"Hey," he says to her during a brief break when she's just licking her lips and he's still feeling her up. (What? As if he's going to stop now.) "Hey, Rach."
"What?" she whispers, looking down at him. Her eyes are so dark right now.
"How far 'd'you let Finn go?" She looks kind of offended and he thinks he's an idiot. Stupid! It's just that he's doing this and she's acting like she's never felt this way before, and he got all curious and kind of blinded by what he's doing, and then his mouth was opening. "Shit. You don't have to..."
"Not this far," she admits quietly.
So yeah, he basically feels fucking awesome, because he likes knowing he's treading uncharted waters or whatever the fuck.
"'Kay," he says. She looks at him like he's smiling too widely or something, so he uses his free hand between her shoulder blades and pushes her closer to him. "Thanks."
She looks confused. "For letting you...?"
Her voice trails, and he nods and kisses her. "Yeah." He massages her gently with his hand, and she lets out this little noise and presses her forehead against his. "For letting me."
... ... ...
"All we ever do is make out and play baseball," she notes one day. He's gotta admit they're basically done with their 'lessons' and she can totally pass gym with what she can do now. Whatever. He kind of digs making someone else good at something instead of the other way around.
"So?" he asks. "'S'kind of the perfect relationship, right?" She gives him a look. "And that's not even true. We watch movies."
"Which inevitably leads to making out."
Uh, yeah, why do you think he agrees to watch movies?
He doesn't say anything, because he doesn't really know where she's going with this. It's summer, so the whole idea is that he gets to do whatever he wants, and what he wants is to fuck around with her and basically, you know, do nothing else. He plays baseball and goes to class and cleans some pools, and then he spends time with her. This summer has been awesome and he doesn't want it to change.
"I think you should take me on a date," she states. She tilts her head and he narrows his eyes.
"I think you should take me on a date," he echoes.
She giggles and shakes her head. "Do you really want me to take you out and buy you things, Noah? Isn't that kind of emasculating?"
He doesn't know what that means, really, but he can make an educated guess, and he doesn't like the sound of it.
So he takes her out and they have dinner and then drive around for a while. It's a normal date, what he always does when girls make him take them on dates.
He doesn't usually promise he'll see them the next day after class. Then again, Rachel's not really like all the rest.
... ... ...
She helps him study for his Chem final, which is basically the most distracting thing on the planet, 'cause she has to be wearing these tiny shorts and a tee shirt he can see her white bra underneath. Hard to focus on magnesium or whatever the fuck when your girlfriend's nipples are so fucking close to your person.
"Reward me," he blurts out, staring at her chest. He looks up at her face and she's got her brows raised. "I'll learn better if we take a break."
She scoffs. "Noah, studying isn't about learning, it's about ensuring you've retained all you've already learned."
Yeah. Whatever.
"Take your shirt off."
"What comes after rhodium?"
He can tell she's not about to give in, so he reaches for her thigh and touches her lightly. "If you want, I can come after you."
He thinks it's a pretty good line, considering he had about two seconds to come up with it.
But she gets all pissy and tells him he can study on his own, that she'll see him later and good luck on his test.
His test is in three days, so he thinks she probably plans to not see him until then.
She's back within two hours. He's eaten some Taco Bell in that time, and is still on his bed with his books open. He really can't afford less than a 70, so he's taking this shit seriously, even if he thinks it's stupid and he'll probably never have to know any of it.
She walks into his room and stands at the end of his bed with her hands on her hips.
"I don't need you to act like all you have to do is suggest we have sex and I'll do it. I'm not ready and I don't know when I will be, so please stop pressuring me."
He moves so he's sitting at the edge of his bed, then she sits down on his thigh with her legs between his. His hand rests on her knee, even though it's hard to leave it there considering the length of the shorts she's wearing. Some days he wonders if her dads are blind or some shit.
"Okay," he tells her. "I'm sorry."
He means it, too, 'cause it's obviously not all about sex. He likes her and wants to be with her, even if she won't suck his dick. This is progress or whatever.
"Thank you," she says quietly.
He kisses her and she lets him, which feels nice, 'cause it's all soft and stuff.
"Palladium," he murmurs. He feels her smiling, moves his lips to her jaw. "Silver." She nods. He tugs at her earlobe with his teeth. "Cadmium." She whimpers a little when he lingers against her pulse point. "Tin."
She shakes her head and pulls away. "You missed indium."
"Oh." He furrows his brow, then shrugs his shoulder. "Never even heard of it."
She giggles, kisses him one last time, and gets up.
"Let's start at the beginning."
He groans, but she still manages to convince him they should make flash cards.
... ... ...
He's got her suited up for her gym class. She's wearing her hat, a pair of tight yoga pants, and a baseball tee shirt she bought the other day and was way too excited to show him. She looks somehow adorable and sexy as fuck at exactly the same time. It's basically a miracle.
He smacks her on the ass before she heads to the diamond for the 'game'. It's one of her last classes, and she's got a 75% right now, apparently. It's definitely a pass, and unless she chokes and like, forgets everything he ever taught her, she's going to be bumped up to an 80%, at least.
She's doing well, though. She covers for the short stop when the girl fails to knock down a ball. Rachel takes off and tracks it down, throws it to third to trap the runner at second. He doesn't cheer or anything, since he's the only spectator and he doesn't want to look like an idiot or a fucking pussy-whipped jerkoff.
When it's her turn to bat, she gets into position, even jerks up her pant leg with her left hand like he always does. He thinks it's hot. She fouls off the first pitch, swings through the second one, and then sends the third up the middle to drop into left center. She ends up at second base with a huge fucking smile on her face.
They only really play a couple innings, but Rachel's totally the best one out there, and he feels pretty proud of her actually. Not even himself for making her awesome, but her for sticking with it even in the beginning when she sucked so bad.
She walks off the field after a brief talk with her teacher, says, "Ready?" and starts walking towards her car.
"Hey, wait," he laughs. She turns to him, smiling way too wide. "What happened?"
"Well, I've definitely passed," she says, looking up at him. She bites her lip and he knows there's more. "She said I'm the most improved and that she admires my drive and determination and wishes all the girls would take my initiative." He wipes the sweat from her temple. She doesn't think it's gross or anything. He wants to say something, but then her face changes. "She also says that maybe everyone else would work harder if they had you as a personal trainer."
He laughs. "Well..."
"Shut up," she giggles. She wraps her arms around his neck and he pulls her hat off so he can press his lips to hers. "I don't like that everyone thinks you're sexy."
He smoothes his fingertips over the skin beneath her shirt at the small of her back. "'S'long as you think I'm sexy, I don't give a shit about anyone else."
"You're a liar," she laughs. "But of course I do."
He kisses her again. He wasn't really lying, but whatever. He heard the part he wanted to hear, so it doesn't matter.
"Come on. Let's hit the showers," he says. He swats at her ass again, and she squeals. He doesn't care. It's all part of the game, and being his girlfriend.
"Why don't I shower while you wait downstairs with my dad," she suggests. He knew it was coming, so it doesn't even matter, really.
"Whatever you say, Slugger."
... ... ...
He gets 76% on his chemistry final, so he's passed all his classes and he decides he and Rachel should do something to celebrate. She wears a pretty pink dress and a headband in her hair. They've both already eaten with their families, so he stops at DQ and gets their usuals, then they drive around for awhile.
"We should go to an Indians game before summer ends," she says randomly. She's got her straw between her teeth when he looks at her, and he'd take her out to the lake if he thought she'd go for it. It's kind of a makeout spot, and a notorious party spot in the summer, but he knows some places that'd be quiet for them.
"Yeah."
They're silent for a few more minutes, until she turns to him and says, "Aren't you going to stop somewhere? I assumed when you said 'celebrate', that you meant..."
"Meant what?" he asks. He casts a glance her way and she looks half-embarrassed, half-impatient.
"I just thought you wanted to make out."
He smirks and looks at her again. "Do you want to make out?"
She shrugs one shoulder. "I was kind of prepared for it," she admits.
"You prepare for making out? What's that include?" he asks.
She hits his arm and he pulls down an old dirt road that basically goes nowhere. They stop and kiss for a while, and she gets cold sitting on his dropped tailgate, so they get back into the cab and she kisses him some more. Her hand ends up on his thigh, but he keeps his mostly to himself. Sure, he's touching her (obviously) but he doesn't want to pressure her and he knows she's not into pushing things further than they've been going lately. He's already learned that lesson and he doesn't need to hear it again.
"Rach," he says after a while. She lets out this little sound and pulls away from him. Her lips are all red and her cheeks are flushed. She's so hot it's insane. "This summer's been awesome." She smiles and nods slowly. "With you, I mean."
"I think it's my favourite one," she tells him. He kisses her because he likes that she gets it and feels the same way.
He's half-expecting her to freak out about going back to school soon and what that means for them and if anything's going to change. It's pretty awesome that she knows it won't. He doesn't know when he decided that, but it doesn't matter, if you ask him.
... ... ...
They're in his room and his mom's downstairs, but Rachel's laying on her side on his bed and they're kind of making out. He doesn't know how it happened, really, since she doesn't like to do it when his mom's around and they were just talking about stuff to begin with. But then her hand was on his side under his shirt and she was nodding at the words he was saying as she leaned in and kissed him. The conversation kind of deteriorated from that point.
She's absolutely teasing the shit out of him right now. She has yet to give him any tongue whatsoever, and her hand hasn't moved. She's just nipping at his lips and staying where she is, and as much as he wants to push himself closer to her, he kind of wants to see how it all plays out.
After a full 10 minutes (or fucking whatever; he's not timing it) he gets frustrated and wants to take charge and pin her to the bed with her wrists over her head. He doesn't think she'd appreciate that.
"Damn, baby," he breathes out. He can't find any more words, 'cause she lets out this moan and her foot slides up his bare calf.
"Call me that again," she says against his lips.
Seriously, this girl is the most seductive little thing he's ever met, and she doesn't even have any idea.
He calls her baby all the time. Apparently she's really into it.
"Baby," he says, voice low. She makes a sound and pushes herself against him. Her thigh brushes against the front of his pants as she does, and he sucks in a breath. "You'll kill me before I ever get to fuck you. I swear."
For a second, he's positive this is going to offend her and she'll be supremely pissed at him assuming she's ever going to sleep with him anyway. It's happened before. This time, she giggles, kisses him and runs her tongue slowly along the line of his jaw. She fucking licks him.
"I'll try not to," she says.
It somehow sounds like a really good promise to him.
... ... ...
She's laying in the sun in her backyard, for whatever good that'll do. She practically bathes in sunscreen, but whatever. That just means she takes her clothes off and wears little bikinis he never would have thought she'd have. Like the one she's wearing now, bright green with a little ruffle around her hips and along the cups of the top. She looks sexy as hell.
He just came from baseball practice, so he's got his 3/4 length shirt on and it's killing him. He pulls it off before she's noticed him, drops it onto the ground with his other stuff. She must hear it, because she opens her eyes and smiles up at him.
"Hey."
"Hi," she says. He leans down and kisses her, drags his fingertips down her torso. "How was practice?"
"Pretty good." He sits next to her, picks his glove up off the ground and pushes his hand into it. "Wanna have a catch?"
She starts laughing at him. He doesn't even care, 'cause her laugh's sexy. "I'm only saying yes because you quoted Field of Dreams."
He grins at her, leans over and kisses her hard until she whimpers a little and grabs at his arm. "I only did that 'cause you know I quoted Field of Dreams."
She smiles, pushes at him so he'll stand up, and grabs the glove he lent her at the beginning of the summer from inside the house. He half expects her to come out wearing clothes, too, but he's pretty glad when she doesn't.
He misses the first two throws she sends his way. She laughs at him until he comes over and snags her around the waist, holds her against him and tells her the bikini is distracting him. She says something about grabbing a coverup, but he shakes his head.
She was awful for the first half of the summer. He figures he's allowed to have an off day.