Tonight, Let’s Celebrate || Puckleberry

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Rachel was nothing less than happy once the towel was away from her body, but the fact that his was still on was not the ideal situation she wanted to be in. There really wasn’t a moment when they were together that she didn’t want him, in a physical way but of course it wasn’t always about that but the way he touched her, no one could really blame her for wanting him twenty for seven. In her mind, he always did this. Always drove her absolutely crazy when all she really wanted was a release and him to come with her. She started to shake her head in protest as he kissed her thigh, knowing exactly what was about to happen next, which was always great – she wouldn’t complain. “Noah, you don’t have to- oh!” She squeaked as a loud moan followed shortly after his tongue made contact with her clit. Arching her hips towards his face, Rachel’s eyes fall to a close as he pulled away, a burst of cool air spread across her warm body. As his tongue moved against her core, she grabbed one of her breast in her hand squeezing it as she enjoyed the pleasure he was giving her. “Oh, God,” she moaned loudly, her hand free hand shooting to the back of his head to keep him in place. His slow pace was making her whine and moan in want and need. Almost involuntarily, the brunette rolled her hips against his mouth, her head falling back against the bed. She was getting closer and closer to the edge, that familiar feeling being present in the pit of her stomach. Moaning loudly, she writhed under him, the sensation overwhelming her.

Puck loved this, driving her closer and closer to the edge, feeling her hand grasp the back of his head to hold him steady and her hips rocking against his mouth. But he was going to go slow; he loved the way she writhed impatiently underneath him, and he knew it would be worth it. Seeing her touch herself almost made him change his mind, but he took a deep breath, pulling back a second when he knew just how close she was. “Don’t hold back, babe,” he breathed just before gripping her hips tightly and then splaying one hand out across her stomach, trying to draw her closer to him and picking up right where he left off: dipping his head, flattening his tongue against her and flicking it back and forth on her clit, moaning when he heard the sounds she was making. Finally, he picked up the pace, the way that she wanted, licking and then suckling, sliding his finger inside her and slipping in and out.

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Her lip turned up in disgust as he went on to explain how he father was and that he was more than likely to come to New York and for money nonetheless. Once again she hadn’t even met the man and she already didn’t like him.”If he comes here then he won’t get anything,” she said sternly. “He’s your dad, he should help you free of charge. I don’t understand that, that’s ridiculous.” She couldn’t even imagine how having a parent like that must like.

“I adore Beth, she’s an amazing baby. I wouldn’t mind living with her…” She said absentmindedly, smoothing her thumb against the skin of his hand with a smile. Turning her attention back towards him, her eyes went wide with his offer. “Really?” She questioned, chewing the inside of her cheek softly. ”Are you sure about that, Noah? That’s a huge step and there will be days when I would really get on your nerves. Are you absolutely sure before I give you an answer?”

Puck shrugged. She was right; it was ridiculous. When he was a kid he would have given anything to have his dad love him. He always felt like he had to earn his dad’s love, and he never got it. Ever. “You’re right about that,” Puck said. “He won’t get anything, because I don’t have any money to give right now. It just fucking worries me that he’ll go ask my ma for the money I can’t provide.”

“Of course I’m sure,” he said without pause, squeezing her hand. “I want to be with you, Rach. I wanna take all the steps. It’s gonna be hard when we have Beth, listening to her cry… Being woken up sometimes at crazy fucking times in the middle of the night.” He smiled and threaded his fingers through hers. “Yeah, I’m sure you’ll get on my nerves…” He chuckled. “I’ll probably get on yours, too, but I want you to help me raise Beth. I want you to be a part of her life, and mine… I want you to be all of mine.” He sighed, a grin tugging at his lips. “You can’t say no to that. I’ve been working on this speech for so fucking long.” He laughed. “Come on, babe. We can do it. Bring it.”

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A look of sympathy placed upon her face as she listened to him explain, before she really got to know him she observed mostly – she could tell he was angry and upset, and since she could barely tolerate him in the beginning she didn’t say anything but maybe she should have. Cracking a tiny smile, she reached forward to place a hand over his free one. “You were speeding. In Chicago nonetheless, you were going to get pulled over eventually. I’m glad they didn’t find you though.” She said honestly.

“Maybe they put him on parole for good behavior, even if I’m sure he would have benefited from not being put on so soon.” Opening her mouth to say something else, she quickly closed it before shaking her head in disbelief. She could really say or judge since she didn’t know him personally. “Staying here? You figured your chance to seduce me would be living with us?” A tiny laugh slipped past her lips, “that didn’t work out so well for you. Until later I mean.”

“Good behavior,” Puck scoffed, shaking his head. “If my dad’s anything it’s persuasive, and convincing. He’s a fucking liar, though. He loves to manipulate people. Works himself into their lives and then fucks up everything he touches, and he doesn’t even feel bad about it.” He paused. “—He’s gonna come here, to New York. I dunno when, but I know he is. Probably wants his money. Wants me to pay him back for the time that he helped me out and gave me some money.”

Smirking, he grabbed her hand in his and looked at her for a moment, licking his suddenly dry lips and clearing his throat. “Alright, so there’s something else,” he said. “You know we’ve been together for a while, right? And I don’t know how much you’ll like living with a baby, but I want to do this with you. What do you say we move in together?”

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Rolling her eyes playfully as he kissed her softly, Rachel shrugged nonchalantly as he pulled away. “That was punishment for getting me an Applebee’s salad.” Tugging her one of her legs under her, she nodded her agreement for them to just jump right into it. She stared at him insanely, listening carefully to each detail so she wasn’t to miss anything.

She nodded again slowly in response to show that she remembered, though it was pretty hard to forget. Continuing to listen as he spoke, she cocked her head to the side to lay it comfortably upon the plush cushion. “Yeah, I remember all that… Where does your dad come into all this? I thought he disappeared or something of the sort?” She asked, arching an eyebrow at him waiting for him to continue on with what he had to say.

“Yeah, he did disappear,” Puck said and nodded, absently playing with her hair as she lay her head back against the cushion. “The reason I didn’t get arrested isn’t because they couldn’t find me. I mean, shit, it’s the law. They would’ve found a way.” He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I shouldn’t have been speeding, and I sure as fuck shouldn’t have been stupid enough to let my dad get in the truck with me, since he had drugs on him, but I had no fucking idea we would be pulled over.”

“So, anyway, he turned himself in. Nicest thing and probably the only thing he’s ever done for me,” Puck pointed out. “He’s been in jail ever since. I got a call from him yesterday, and he said he’s on parole. I can’t fucking believe they’re letting him out on parole already…” He let a few seconds pass before he spoke again, and the conversation was lighter this time. “I wasn’t going to stay there as long as I did…” He looked around, then corrected himself, “here. But, uh…” He chuckled. “I figured it was my chance to seduce you.”

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Putting away her last dish as she heard the door open and close, Rachel hummed happily to herself as she wiped her hands clean. She’d admit it, she really was fond of how comfortable he was with her entering her apartment freely. Sitting the towel down, Rachel flicked off the light before making her way into the living room. Kicking her heels off to the side, she rolled her neck as she plopped down beside him on the couch, giving him a smile in response to his greeting.

Rachel closed her eyes and threw her head back once he mentioned getting her Applebee’s, shaking her head in disbelief but then again she could believe he would do something like that. “You’re killing me here, Noah. Seriously killing me.” She complained before bringing her head back up straight again. “Salads are definitely not the same everywhere. However, it’s the thought that counts so thank you.” She mumbled as she leaned over to peck his cheek. “So, should we jump right into this or do you want to wait a little before you tell me what’s going on with your dad?”

He snorted. “Don’t be so dramatic. Salad is salad. You’re welcome.” After she pecked his cheek, he turned her face and kissed her on the lips softly. “What is this? I only get cheek kisses now?” he teased. He pulled away and sighed, giving a shrug of his shoulders as he tried to think of how to start this. “Guess we’ll just jump right into it,” he said.

“Do you remember the first time we talked to each other?” he asked, turning toward her on the couch and running his hand over her leg. “I’d gone to Chicago to find my dad, and the police pulled me over for speeding and they found drugs in my car, and I had to escape back to New York so I didn’t get arrested or whatever. Do you remember that? What led me to move in with you and Finn.”

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Puck didn’t know how many times he’d been at Rachel’s apartment, but he didn’t hesitate before turning the doorknob and walking inside, balancing their lunch, Applebee’s takeout, in one arm, knowing Rachel would get a kick out of that — at least he did. He didn’t see her in the living room, so he set the food down on the coffee table and took a seat on her couch, waiting for her to notice he’d gotten here.

He was legit pissed after receiving a phone call from his father yesterday, even though this time, for once, maybe he didn’t have a reason to be. He hadn’t been able to sleep all night, but that wasn’t the only reason for his lack of sleep. When Rachel walked over, he said a ‘hey’ and waited for her to take a seat next to him. “Got you Applebee’s,” he said. And before she could say anything, he grinned and added, “It’s just a salad. M’pretty sure salad’s the same everywhere.”

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