…Next to Godliness

"Puck, Rachel, ???"

One day passed and Puck took it in stride, still experiencing the thrill of violating Rachel in school –okay, specifically in a glass office, which made him wonder how Ms. Pillsbury got it on, if she got it on, but whatever.

Two days and Puck thought she was bullshitting because they saw each other in Glee and she didn't say more than two words. Not that he was complaining, but neither of the words were Fuck or Me, so he didn't pay them as much attention.

On the third day, he took matters into his own hands. Matters, in this case, being her ass in the hallway.

Rachel released a sharp gasp at the feeling of large hands molding her derriere through her plaid skirt and she was practically pushed up against the row of lockers with her face practically being inhaled by hers. The only reason this wasn't more noticeable was because Puck obscured her smaller frame with his larger one and this was Puck doing it. Besides, the hallways were bustling and students meandered listlessly to their next class, the sounds of disjointed conversations and Mr. Sinacori's singing filling the corridors.

"Ms. Berry, Ms. Berry," Puck leaned down and sung suavely into her ear, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Sup?"

Rachel opened and closed her mouth unintelligently, gaping like a fish out of water before recomposing herself. "I'm fine," She said, her pitch a bit higher than usual. She cleared her throat, "Noah, I would appreciate it if you didn't grope me in the hallway, it's quite unseemly."

Puck's eyebrow rose, "Thought you liked being on my arm."

"Right. On your arm. Not molested without one warning," She hissed, looking at him over her shoulder.

He smirked, "So, if I tell you I'm gonna, it's okay?" He grinned, resting his chin on her shoulder blade.

She sighed –heart stirring because even though he was not Finn, there was something about Puck that held fervently to her and refused to let go- and found that she would most likely regret her next words. "Yes, that seems viable," She mumbled.

He made a sound at the back of his throat in acknowledgement of her statement and lightly drummed his fingertips against her abdomen, causing a flurry of heat to rise within her. "Okay, Berry," He drawled softly a moment later, hand on the rise. "In about three seconds, I'm going for some side boob action, 'kay?"

He is so…! So-!

Her thoughts became disengaged as he took fascination with her ear and laved the lobe with his lithe tongue, eliciting a silent sigh of pleasure from her.

No! No! No…

"Noah," She breathed, his hands firmly caressing the sides of her breasts. "I've-I've made a few alterations. To the list." She sighed calmly to the best of her ability, and his warm hands left the soft linen of her shirt, leaving her cold and bereft in its place. She took this time to rummage quickly through her folder before presenting a formally typed list of locations and she turned to face him anxiously. She hands him the paper and watches him casually peruse through it, his expression changing from intrigued to delight at certain additions.

"Heh, the choir room. Nice."

Rachel's cheeks began to tint. "You don't think that's odd?"

"Hell no," Puck quickly reassured her. "Damn, I should've thought of it earlier."

Rachel gave him a speculative stare, her mocha eyes darting to and fro between the list currently in his hands and the defined cheekbones that led to sweet dimples when he smiled with his pink lips. She didn't notice his eyes fall over her clouded ones with a frown. "Should I sext you a picture now, or later Berry?"

She averted her eyes when he caught her staring for too long and she shook her head. "No, I just…Why?"

Puck's frown grew deeper. He knew what she was asking with those big questioning brown eyes of hers: Why are we doing this? Why me? Why are we fooling ourselves? Of course, that was too emotional and personal to deal with right now and he needed an escape. He was only seventeen; it wasn't as if he was an adult.

Or a father.

"Hey Berry, do me a favor?" He asked brusquely in a low voice, olive eyes guarded.

"Yes Noah?"

"Don't question it."

She nodded softly, "Of course." Despite the loud passing of their classmates, everything seemed to become very quiet and tense before Rachel spoke again. "Um, as I said the other day, I believe we should try this location next," She pointed out it out on the paper with her index finger. "It may pose a bit of a challenge, but I'm quite intrigued by the concept."

The resounding quiet between the two was over and Puck's face broke out into a cheeky grin as he held Rachel by the waist against the lockers. "So, in normal-people speak, that means that you can't wait to do the nasty with me in her recliner chair."

Rachel flushed. "Perhaps the thought crossed my mind," She said conclusively with a serious expression on her face again, and he chuckled into her hair. "Also, my fathers did tell me about the mooneyes she directed your way during your Acafella's performance and I would like an encore." A smile tugged at her glossed lips and Puck was taken aback by her teasing and even more at the invitation that accompanied it.

"Well, damn Berry. I didn't know you wanted me like that," He grinned, rocking her in his embrace. "You like me, you really, really like me."

Rachel's jaw slacked. "Are you making fun of one of the empresses of acting, Sally Fields?"

"Um, duh," Puck answered unimpressed, and Rachel hit him on his bicep before gathering her book bag to head on to her next class. She looked back at him over her shoulder as she retreated down the hallway, fighting the smile from her face, and Puck winked. Rachel giggled, but nodded in mutual understanding.

See you soon.

As Rachel had understood at one point in time, much of her and Puck's relationship consisted of monumental actions that showed the other party where their loyalty was, or the simple things that led to so much more. Somehow, they all seemed to conveniently revolve around Glee –and football, and slushies, and religion, and making out, and fantasies brought to reality, but she digresses.

So when a bundle of keys with a Sue's Corner key chain attached was dropped into her lap the next afternoon in Glee like a present on the first night of Hanukkah, she was very surprised when she knew she should've been expecting it. That bundle of keys represented their deal; she had willingly agreed to occasional trysts with Noah Puckerman. As to why, she couldn't very well say, but she decided to take his advice and not question it –which was the best advice she had been given in a while, including Kurt's makeover and the seduction fiasco that had produced many shamed tears that night.

It's not until they're nearly there is when she has the nerve to say something: "How did you get them?" They've been holding hands since they've left the choir room and she's looking up at him, equally impressed and anxious.

Puck looks at her from the corner of his eye and cranes his head. "Brittany snagged them for me when I told her that I was supposed to put on a performance in Sylvester's office."

"And she believed you?" Rachel asked skeptically and he shrugged.

"This is Brittany I'm talking about."

She nodded in agreement and her heart thrummed against her ribcage as he unlocked the office door. Puck opened the door with a flourish and smirked suggestively, gesturing Rachel inside. "Ladies first."

"What a gentleman," She said, entering the vicinity with a small smile blossoming on her face and she traced her fingertips on the edge of the maple desk. Trophies were strategically placed everywhere the eye could see within the office, including a custom-made trophy case behind the desk and on two end tables. Rachel had immediately liked the setup far better than Ms. Pillsbury's office; for one, it was far more cozy and intimate, as well as the fact that the small window on the adjacent wall had shades, allowing for more privacy.

Puck had closed the shades and locked the door behind him, not wanting a repeat of what happened last time. When he turned back, Rachel was sitting on the edge of the desk, intently reading a small spiral notebook with a look of horror on her face. "She's been sabotaging Glee Club this entire time," Rachel revealed in a harsh whisper. "She's been utterly against us from day one!"

That wasn't very surprising to Puck, especially after the Sylvester-Schue standoff in the auditorium, but this was seriously cutting into his make out time.

"Rach…" He treaded cautiously –mostly because he knew that if he said the wrong thing, he'd fuck up his chances of getting into the purple undies, and yes, he totally snuck a peek in the hallway, and they were purple- and was struck with an idea crazy enough to work; an awful, devious idea. He positioned himself a foot in front of her and began unbuttoning his plaid shirt, a more muscle defined white shirt underneath as he hummed a bass filled beat.

"Let me take off all your clothes," He sung huskily, beginning the Acafella dance routine, catching Rachel's attention.

"Disconnect the phone so nobody knows…
Let me light a candle so that we can make it better,
Making love until we drown…"

He performed a quick split, prompting Rachel to giggle and he used his plaid shirt as a makeshift tux, pivoting on his heel and vocalizing in her ear. He discreetly took the journal out of her grasp and sat it somewhere on the desk, forgotten. He brushed a long curled tress of hair away from her face and her almond eyed stare made him pause.

She looked at him the same damn way when he chose Glee. When he chose her.

"Why'd you break up with me?" Puck murmured, his steady olive melting into her widened chocolate orbs.

Her gaze darted from his lips, right back to his eyes. "Hey Noah, do me a favor?" She whispered back against his lips, closing the gap. Then, without waiting for a response, she said, "Don't question it."

Without a moment's pause, they lunged for one another, lips tugging and hands grasping wanting more contact with skin. She peeled off his plaid shirt easily and he leaned her back on the desk, legs tightly wrapped around his toned waist. She pulled him closer with the brunt force of her own lithe legs and he pulled off her argyle cardigan over her head, working on the buttons of her plain white shirt. His mouth fell onto her collarbone immediately, trailing downward as the increasing amount of soft golden flesh was revealed.

Her shirt was shrugged down her arms, discarded behind her and her fingers dug into his contracting shoulder blades as her lips crashed upon his again, insistent on molding herself against him. His hands scaled underneath her skirt and then Puck found the elusive zipper and tugged it down, not taking his heated mouth away from hers. His tongue slipped in, demanding for more and eliciting a guttural moan at the back of Rachel's throat that he felt against his lips. Her flavor was muted, like vanilla but sweet and exotic and he nipped at her lower lip in exploration.

He figured Berry had really good breathing control from all of those years in vocal training which meant that she didn't need to take many breaks, so he took his time as he pulled her skirt off, landing with a soft thud on Sylvester's new carpet. He held her against him and took her off the desk, never breaking contact with her soft petals of flesh and sat back on Sue's recliner because as much as he was the man, Rachel always came out on top, and he didn't have a problem letting her.

Rachel unwrapped her hands from around his neck and they instantly descended to the belt of his pants, quickly unbuckling it without stumbling over her movements. She nipped at his lips with a smile and the deafening sound of his fly being unzipped filled the room.

*whistles* So, I'm a tad bit embarrassed. This was supposed to be a oneshot –albiet smutified because why not- and yet I have about…46 alerters -serves me right for forgetting to mark it complete- O.o I didn't even think it was that good. My bad. And I guess I'm on the dark side now –darn it, my poor, poor innocence- So I'm expecting coal for Christmas for being so darn naughty. ;) Reviews are presents, and like Puck's underpants, I expect them to be dropped like it's hot. Muchas gracias y hasta luego…

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