Back Before We Didn't See - Puck/Rachel
Title: Back Before We Didn't See
Author: Yours truly
Fandom: Glee
Prompt: Spirit
Character/Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 547
Summary: Continuing on from Do We Need To Change The World?, Progression From What We Are Yet To Become
& We Are Sure of What We Know.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing of Glee, evidenced by the fact that Puck and Rachel aren't a) together and b) having sex on the regular on HBO or Skinemax. My thanks to Jess (stealingmachines on tumblr) for her assistance with this.
You’re startled awake by a feeling. At first you think it’s Noah being the highly sexed man-boy that he is, but you quickly realise he’s sound asleep and it wasn’t that sort of feeling. You briefly wonder when you became as highly sexed as your boyfriend for that to have been your first thought, but then you remember you’re Noah Puckerman’s girlfriend and you’re carrying his baby.
Pregnancy hormones were a bitch to start with but now you have trouble stopping yourself from jumping him every minute of every hour of every day. You’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve brought yourself to orgasm just because he was “just gonna be a minute” getting some water and cookie dough or something equally as unimportant.
So that answers that question. Back to the feeling that startled you awake at 2:34 in the morning. For want of a better expression, it felt like a chill but when you sleep next to the human heater that is Noah, it seems unlikely that you're cold. It's also summer and still something like 102 degrees (you exaggerate, but only slightly).
And gosh, the baby's kicking up a frenzy which she doesn't normally do at this time of night (for the seven whole hours before maybe, but she's usually calm by now) so you're sure something's up - you are a little bit psychic and your daughter has obviously inherited it. And then something shadowy catches your eye.
“Noah? Noah, wake up.”
“Not again, Baby. I’m beat.”
“Noah!”
“Rach, dude, I might be a stud but you’re wearing me out!”
"Puckerman, wake up. Wake up this instant," you hiss and poke at his forehead, hoping he'll get that you're serious.
"What, Rach?" He huffs out, his voice tired and thick with sleep, and you won't lie, it turns you on but there's that shadow to deal with first.
"God, I hope you're this pleasant when I wake you up because I've gone into labour," you retaliate, following up with, "I saw something."
"When you're in labour, you'll be screeching, not poking me in the head, and what are you on about?!" He reaches out to rest his hand on your bump because he has to. If he's not touching you, he's staring. "Whoa, she's kicking shit outta you, Baby. Hey, Lilah?" He lowers his lips to where she's kicking the most, "s'up baby girl? Your mom needs her sleep, 'kay. You gotta give it a rest."
He's at his sexiest when he's sweet like this and his behaviour is doing nothing to make you any less aroused.
"I saw a ghost, Noah." He looks up at you, drawing patterns on your swollen stomach, and rolls his eyes, which you don't appreciate, but ignore for the most part (you're mentally tallying them all up for future reference) "I felt it first, almost like it was touching my stomach, and it was cold, and then I saw it. Right over there, by the dresser. I can tell you don't believe me, but I don't care because I know what I saw and I saw a ghost."
“Yeah, okay. I’ll bite. Tell me everything,” he sighs, his fingers still tracing nonsensical patterns, soothing Delilah, but having the opposite effect on you. You’re so wound up at the moment that you don’t care about the ghost you saw. Now that you’re both awake, you may as well make the most of it, right? Right.
“Make me come, first,” you all but demand. You've never seen his head whip round so fast and it would make you laugh if you weren't so horny (there, you said it. Well, you though it).
"Say what?!"
You shift closer to him and begin to place tiny kisses to where you're nuzzling his neck, working your way up to his ear where you take the lobe between your teeth. "Make me come first and then I'll retell you everything," you purr (you're almost shocked by how sexual your voice is). He growls and kisses you hard and dirty, all tongues and occasionally teeth, before moving down the bed, winking at you before he lowers his head to between your legs.
He makes you come. Twice on his tongue before all his protestations about you wearing him out are forgotten and he takes you from behind, even if it is stupid o'clock in the morning. Thank God it’s summer and you don't have to get up for school.
"So tell me about the ghost, Baby," he says sincerely, fingers running through your hair as you lay with your head on his shoulder, just chilling together.
You retell how you felt something and then saw something and you're sure he's going to tell you (yet again) you're crazy, so you're shocked when he shrugs one shoulder and says, "maybe it was your Nana," matter of factly. You're actually shocked enough to lift your head and raise an eyebrow at him. "Still think you're crazy though," he adds because he wouldn't be him otherwise.
You'd threaten to withhold sex from him every time he says that, but you both know you'd never last, so you offer, "yeah, I know," on a yawn in reply and leave it at that.
Author: Yours truly
Fandom: Glee
Prompt: Spirit
Character/Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 547
Summary: Continuing on from Do We Need To Change The World?, Progression From What We Are Yet To Become
& We Are Sure of What We Know.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing of Glee, evidenced by the fact that Puck and Rachel aren't a) together and b) having sex on the regular on HBO or Skinemax. My thanks to Jess (stealingmachines on tumblr) for her assistance with this.
You’re startled awake by a feeling. At first you think it’s Noah being the highly sexed man-boy that he is, but you quickly realise he’s sound asleep and it wasn’t that sort of feeling. You briefly wonder when you became as highly sexed as your boyfriend for that to have been your first thought, but then you remember you’re Noah Puckerman’s girlfriend and you’re carrying his baby.
Pregnancy hormones were a bitch to start with but now you have trouble stopping yourself from jumping him every minute of every hour of every day. You’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve brought yourself to orgasm just because he was “just gonna be a minute” getting some water and cookie dough or something equally as unimportant.
So that answers that question. Back to the feeling that startled you awake at 2:34 in the morning. For want of a better expression, it felt like a chill but when you sleep next to the human heater that is Noah, it seems unlikely that you're cold. It's also summer and still something like 102 degrees (you exaggerate, but only slightly).
And gosh, the baby's kicking up a frenzy which she doesn't normally do at this time of night (for the seven whole hours before maybe, but she's usually calm by now) so you're sure something's up - you are a little bit psychic and your daughter has obviously inherited it. And then something shadowy catches your eye.
“Noah? Noah, wake up.”
“Not again, Baby. I’m beat.”
“Noah!”
“Rach, dude, I might be a stud but you’re wearing me out!”
"Puckerman, wake up. Wake up this instant," you hiss and poke at his forehead, hoping he'll get that you're serious.
"What, Rach?" He huffs out, his voice tired and thick with sleep, and you won't lie, it turns you on but there's that shadow to deal with first.
"God, I hope you're this pleasant when I wake you up because I've gone into labour," you retaliate, following up with, "I saw something."
"When you're in labour, you'll be screeching, not poking me in the head, and what are you on about?!" He reaches out to rest his hand on your bump because he has to. If he's not touching you, he's staring. "Whoa, she's kicking shit outta you, Baby. Hey, Lilah?" He lowers his lips to where she's kicking the most, "s'up baby girl? Your mom needs her sleep, 'kay. You gotta give it a rest."
He's at his sexiest when he's sweet like this and his behaviour is doing nothing to make you any less aroused.
"I saw a ghost, Noah." He looks up at you, drawing patterns on your swollen stomach, and rolls his eyes, which you don't appreciate, but ignore for the most part (you're mentally tallying them all up for future reference) "I felt it first, almost like it was touching my stomach, and it was cold, and then I saw it. Right over there, by the dresser. I can tell you don't believe me, but I don't care because I know what I saw and I saw a ghost."
“Yeah, okay. I’ll bite. Tell me everything,” he sighs, his fingers still tracing nonsensical patterns, soothing Delilah, but having the opposite effect on you. You’re so wound up at the moment that you don’t care about the ghost you saw. Now that you’re both awake, you may as well make the most of it, right? Right.
“Make me come, first,” you all but demand. You've never seen his head whip round so fast and it would make you laugh if you weren't so horny (there, you said it. Well, you though it).
"Say what?!"
You shift closer to him and begin to place tiny kisses to where you're nuzzling his neck, working your way up to his ear where you take the lobe between your teeth. "Make me come first and then I'll retell you everything," you purr (you're almost shocked by how sexual your voice is). He growls and kisses you hard and dirty, all tongues and occasionally teeth, before moving down the bed, winking at you before he lowers his head to between your legs.
He makes you come. Twice on his tongue before all his protestations about you wearing him out are forgotten and he takes you from behind, even if it is stupid o'clock in the morning. Thank God it’s summer and you don't have to get up for school.
"So tell me about the ghost, Baby," he says sincerely, fingers running through your hair as you lay with your head on his shoulder, just chilling together.
You retell how you felt something and then saw something and you're sure he's going to tell you (yet again) you're crazy, so you're shocked when he shrugs one shoulder and says, "maybe it was your Nana," matter of factly. You're actually shocked enough to lift your head and raise an eyebrow at him. "Still think you're crazy though," he adds because he wouldn't be him otherwise.
You'd threaten to withhold sex from him every time he says that, but you both know you'd never last, so you offer, "yeah, I know," on a yawn in reply and leave it at that.