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Puck was pleasantly surprised by Quinn’s moves. He was used to be the one on top, the one in control but being under Quinn fucking Fabray was even better. When he looked at her face, he grinned like a fool. Her face was still angelic but there was something in her eyes -lust. Her eyes were darker than usual. 

Enjoying the feeling on Quinn’s lips on his neck, he let out “Never though you could be that kind of girl, Fabray.”

Quinn smirked and leaned up towards his ear, noticing the tiny shiver he gave when she whispered, “I can be anything.” She wasn’t proud of her word choice, hoping to be a little more clever, but she got the same reaction she wanted. She sat up, sort of straddling him, considering him while her hair fell in front of her face. “I should go,” she murmured, getting up with a huff and straightening her shirt. Casually looking over her shoulder at him, she continued, “I have a potions essay that isn’t gonna write itself,” snickering at the obvious bulge in his pants. This was far too amusing.

Puck’s eyes opened quickly when he didn’t feel the touch of Quinn’s body on him. Her warmth was gone and she was standing in front of the door, looking at him over her shoulder. He groaned, preventing himself from running at her and ripping off her clothes “What the hell, Fabray? How am I supposed to take care of it now?”. The bulge in his pants was totally obvious. He wanted her, he wanted her badly but the smirk on her face suggested him she wasn’t ready to give it to him. He stood up and grabbed her arm gently. “Please,” he whispered in her ear “I know you want this too.”

Quinn tightened her jaw, crossing her arms. “Look, I’m not going to have sex with you the first time just because you have a boner,” she felt bad saying it, and she shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint you,” she muttered, looking at her feet. She looked back up at him, her voice stronger. “But I’m not.” She softened and reached up to touch his cheek, surprised at how easily intimate they were being despite, well, everything. “I do like kissing you, though,” she smiled,  placing another slow one on his lips.

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Quinn giggled as he kissed her again, gently digging her nails into his back as they grew closer. He started stroking her hair, softly but a little roughly, and she sighed against his lips. This was…nice, not what she had exactly pictured kissing Noah Puckerman to be like. Not that she had imagined it at all. Absolutely not. She broke away for a second to say, “Can we, like, lie down? This isn’t really comfortable,” before going to kiss his neck, too lazy to actually move.

Puck let go of her for a second so she could lay on the bed. She must have taken a few seconds but it seems like hours to him and he quickly went back to her mouth. He always liked making out with girls. Actually, he loved it. But with her, it was like… better. Probably because he didn’t make out with girls in a long time. But still. He didn’t know if she ever kissed somebody but damn, she was good at it. His lips went to her neck where he spent some time sucking, leaving one or two hickeys.

Quinn snickered as he went at her neck, closing her eyes as he sucked on some spots. “You know,” she said, breathing heavily. “I heard that you can make hickeys into shapes. Some fifth year told me.” His hands went around her waist and she sucked in breath, startled by the sensation. “Is it true?” she asked playfully as he drifted up towards her ear, probably to whisper some nothing into her ear. She wanted to roll her eyes at how sort of cliche it all was, but at the same time she really wanted to know what he was going to say,

He laughed a little. Apparently, the exchange of a kiss against the rumour being spread all around the school had been one of the best deal of his life. Although, nothing could beat the kisses he was giving and receiving right now. He could hear her sucking in breath, he could hear the little moans she was trying to hide, he could see her smile and her flushed cheeks. He got away from her for a second and replied “Darth Vader is my best one.”

He went back to her neck and this time, spent a little longer sucking on it, so she would know he was marking her. He was totally driving her crazy.

Something was off. This was Quinn lying on her back while Puck kissed her senseless—she was submissive, letting him do whatever he wanted, at his mercy. She wasn’t going to have that anymore—Quinn Fabray was born to be in charge, all the time. Grinning, she flung herself forward and flipped them over, pinning his arms down. At her mercy. “My turn,” she said before smirking and pressing her lips to his hard.

Puck was pleasantly surprised by Quinn’s moves. He was used to be the one on top, the one in control but being under Quinn fucking Fabray was even better. When he looked at her face, he grinned like a fool. Her face was still angelic but there was something in her eyes -lust. Her eyes were darker than usual. 

Enjoying the feeling on Quinn’s lips on his neck, he let out “Never though you could be that kind of girl, Fabray.”

Quinn smirked and leaned up towards his ear, noticing the tiny shiver he gave when she whispered, “I can be anything.” She wasn’t proud of her word choice, hoping to be a little more clever, but she got the same reaction she wanted. She sat up, sort of straddling him, considering him while her hair fell in front of her face. “I should go,” she murmured, getting up with a huff and straightening her shirt. Casually looking over her shoulder at him, she continued, “I have a potions essay that isn’t gonna write itself,” snickering at the obvious bulge in his pants. This was far too amusing.

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Quinn giggled as he kissed her again, gently digging her nails into his back as they grew closer. He started stroking her hair, softly but a little roughly, and she sighed against his lips. This was…nice, not what she had exactly pictured kissing Noah Puckerman to be like. Not that she had imagined it at all. Absolutely not. She broke away for a second to say, “Can we, like, lie down? This isn’t really comfortable,” before going to kiss his neck, too lazy to actually move.

Puck let go of her for a second so she could lay on the bed. She must have taken a few seconds but it seems like hours to him and he quickly went back to her mouth. He always liked making out with girls. Actually, he loved it. But with her, it was like… better. Probably because he didn’t make out with girls in a long time. But still. He didn’t know if she ever kissed somebody but damn, she was good at it. His lips went to her neck where he spent some time sucking, leaving one or two hickeys.

Quinn snickered as he went at her neck, closing her eyes as he sucked on some spots. “You know,” she said, breathing heavily. “I heard that you can make hickeys into shapes. Some fifth year told me.” His hands went around her waist and she sucked in breath, startled by the sensation. “Is it true?” she asked playfully as he drifted up towards her ear, probably to whisper some nothing into her ear. She wanted to roll her eyes at how sort of cliche it all was, but at the same time she really wanted to know what he was going to say,

He laughed a little. Apparently, the exchange of a kiss against the rumour being spread all around the school had been one of the best deal of his life. Although, nothing could beat the kisses he was giving and receiving right now. He could hear her sucking in breath, he could hear the little moans she was trying to hide, he could see her smile and her flushed cheeks. He got away from her for a second and replied “Darth Vader is my best one.”

He went back to her neck and this time, spent a little longer sucking on it, so she would know he was marking her. He was totally driving her crazy.

Something was off. This was Quinn lying on her back while Puck kissed her senseless—she was submissive, letting him do whatever he wanted, at his mercy. She wasn’t going to have that anymore—Quinn Fabray was born to be in charge, all the time. Grinning, she flung herself forward and flipped them over, pinning his arms down. At her mercy. “My turn,” she said before smirking and pressing her lips to his hard.

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

— e.e. Cummings

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Quinn giggled as he kissed her again, gently digging her nails into his back as they grew closer. He started stroking her hair, softly but a little roughly, and she sighed against his lips. This was…nice, not what she had exactly pictured kissing Noah Puckerman to be like. Not that she had imagined it at all. Absolutely not. She broke away for a second to say, “Can we, like, lie down? This isn’t really comfortable,” before going to kiss his neck, too lazy to actually move.

Puck let go of her for a second so she could lay on the bed. She must have taken a few seconds but it seems like hours to him and he quickly went back to her mouth. He always liked making out with girls. Actually, he loved it. But with her, it was like… better. Probably because he didn’t make out with girls in a long time. But still. He didn’t know if she ever kissed somebody but damn, she was good at it. His lips went to her neck where he spent some time sucking, leaving one or two hickeys.

Quinn snickered as he went at her neck, closing her eyes as he sucked on some spots. “You know,” she said, breathing heavily. “I heard that you can make hickeys into shapes. Some fifth year told me.” His hands went around her waist and she sucked in breath, startled by the sensation. “Is it true?” she asked playfully as he drifted up towards her ear, probably to whisper some nothing into her ear. She wanted to roll her eyes at how sort of cliche it all was, but at the same time she really wanted to know what he was going to say,

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It wasn’t the first time somebody told him that he was good at playing the guitar but with her, it felt different. Although, he was a stud and he needed to act like one. He responded “Yeah, well, there’s other things I’m seriously good at.” Approaching her face, he left a few inches between then, just enough to feel her breath sped up and see her cheeks flushing.

Quinn nervously tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling but refusing to break his gaze. She shifted backwards, and just like she thought he would, he moved right after her, and now she was pressed up against the headboard. “Yeah, like what?” she whispered, her blood boiling as Puck drifted closer.

Placing his hand on the wall behind her, he cornered her. Not that he was afraid she was going to escape but still. She was totally teasing him, he needed to play the game. He needed to win. “Like this.” He didn’t give her anytime to replied, his lips were already on hers. He was now kissing Quinn Fabray. If anybody would have tell him this a few days ago, he would have laughed at them. Her lips tasted like citrus. Lemon or orange. His right hand on her face, he deepened the kiss.

Quinn’s eyes fluttered lclosed, practically melting into the kiss. Wow, was all she could think. This wasn’t really typical of her. Letting people kiss her. But Puck was different. Not to mention he was a really good kisser. Like, exceptional. Just to save face, she went to push his chest away, make it short and sweet. At the last minute, he got the best of her and she ended up gently clutching his shirt to bring him closer, surprising herself yet again by emitting a quiet growl at the back of her throat. That was new.

Puck was totally mesmerized by her scent. It’s like he couldn’t get away from her. He wished he would never leave her lips. For a second, he thought that may be what heaven tasted like. Like her lips. He would have become a saint to taste them forever. But eventually, they had to separate so they could catch their breaths. Her hands were still gripped on his shirt and he smirked at the sight of it. Really, Fabray? was the line that came through his mind at this moment but he didn’t want to break the silence. This wasn’t an awkward one, more of a peaceful one. Finally looking at her, he smiled. Her lips had reddened from the whole kissing and she was blushing like a school girl who just got caught cheating. She looked adorable. He wished he could tell her. Could he tell her? What was that meaning? Were they something? Too many questions. All he wanted to do was kissing her again. 

Quinn propped herself on her elbows, staring up at Puck. What was she doing? She kissed him. Or, well, he kissed her. There was kissing, and it was mutual. So that meant she wanted to kiss him. But that didn’t explain the butterflies in the pit of her stomach when he met her eyes again, smirking. He licked his lips, and then all of a sudden she really wanted to kiss him again. “You are pretty good at this,” she purred, tracing her fingers up and down his arms. Why did he stop, anyway? Was she bad at this? It hadn’t been recently since she’d kissed anyone—what if she was rusty or something? Maybe she should have accepted Brittany and Santana’s offers of practice…

Puck felt her shivers when his fingertips came into contact with her face. He caresses her cheek slowly. He waited for a second, weighing the pros and cons about kissing her right now. That’s only when he heard her words that he knew he could do it again. “You loved it, didn’t you?” he replied with a cocky tone. She blushed a little bit more but he knew her answer. And he kissed her again. Feeling her wrapping her arms around him, he grew even closer to her -which he didn’t know was possible. Her back was now leaning against the wall while he was leaning against her. Their bodies were now touching, brushing against each other. 

Quinn giggled as he kissed her again, gently digging her nails into his back as they grew closer. He started stroking her hair, softly but a little roughly, and she sighed against his lips. This was…nice, not what she had exactly pictured kissing Noah Puckerman to be like. Not that she had imagined it at all. Absolutely not. She broke away for a second to say, “Can we, like, lie down? This isn’t really comfortable,” before going to kiss his neck, too lazy to actually move.

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It wasn’t the first time somebody told him that he was good at playing the guitar but with her, it felt different. Although, he was a stud and he needed to act like one. He responded “Yeah, well, there’s other things I’m seriously good at.” Approaching her face, he left a few inches between then, just enough to feel her breath sped up and see her cheeks flushing.

Quinn nervously tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling but refusing to break his gaze. She shifted backwards, and just like she thought he would, he moved right after her, and now she was pressed up against the headboard. “Yeah, like what?” she whispered, her blood boiling as Puck drifted closer.

Placing his hand on the wall behind her, he cornered her. Not that he was afraid she was going to escape but still. She was totally teasing him, he needed to play the game. He needed to win. “Like this.” He didn’t give her anytime to replied, his lips were already on hers. He was now kissing Quinn Fabray. If anybody would have tell him this a few days ago, he would have laughed at them. Her lips tasted like citrus. Lemon or orange. His right hand on her face, he deepened the kiss.

Quinn’s eyes fluttered lclosed, practically melting into the kiss. Wow, was all she could think. This wasn’t really typical of her. Letting people kiss her. But Puck was different. Not to mention he was a really good kisser. Like, exceptional. Just to save face, she went to push his chest away, make it short and sweet. At the last minute, he got the best of her and she ended up gently clutching his shirt to bring him closer, surprising herself yet again by emitting a quiet growl at the back of her throat. That was new.

Puck was totally mesmerized by her scent. It’s like he couldn’t get away from her. He wished he would never leave her lips. For a second, he thought that may be what heaven tasted like. Like her lips. He would have become a saint to taste them forever. But eventually, they had to separate so they could catch their breaths. Her hands were still gripped on his shirt and he smirked at the sight of it. Really, Fabray? was the line that came through his mind at this moment but he didn’t want to break the silence. This wasn’t an awkward one, more of a peaceful one. Finally looking at her, he smiled. Her lips had reddened from the whole kissing and she was blushing like a school girl who just got caught cheating. She looked adorable. He wished he could tell her. Could he tell her? What was that meaning? Were they something? Too many questions. All he wanted to do was kissing her again. 

Quinn propped herself on her elbows, staring up at Puck. What was she doing? She kissed him. Or, well, he kissed her. There was kissing, and it was mutual. So that meant she wanted to kiss him. But that didn’t explain the butterflies in the pit of her stomach when he met her eyes again, smirking. He licked his lips, and then all of a sudden she really wanted to kiss him again. “You are pretty good at this,” she purred, tracing her fingers up and down his arms. Why did he stop, anyway? Was she bad at this? It hadn’t been recently since she’d kissed anyone—what if she was rusty or something? Maybe she should have accepted Brittany and Santana’s offers of practice…

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There’s so many things in my head right now.

When can we meet? I need you.

Keep your pants on. Literally. Since you’re so needy, I get to call the shots. I’ll let you know when and where.

You remember how you wanted to see me in my uniform?

Uhm, sure boss. But don’t try to act like you don’t want it just as much as I do.

Of course I do, how could I forget?

If you say so.

Good.

…Why?

You’ll see…

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It wasn’t the first time somebody told him that he was good at playing the guitar but with her, it felt different. Although, he was a stud and he needed to act like one. He responded “Yeah, well, there’s other things I’m seriously good at.” Approaching her face, he left a few inches between then, just enough to feel her breath sped up and see her cheeks flushing.

Quinn nervously tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling but refusing to break his gaze. She shifted backwards, and just like she thought he would, he moved right after her, and now she was pressed up against the headboard. “Yeah, like what?” she whispered, her blood boiling as Puck drifted closer.

Placing his hand on the wall behind her, he cornered her. Not that he was afraid she was going to escape but still. She was totally teasing him, he needed to play the game. He needed to win. “Like this.” He didn’t give her anytime to replied, his lips were already on hers. He was now kissing Quinn Fabray. If anybody would have tell him this a few days ago, he would have laughed at them. Her lips tasted like citrus. Lemon or orange. His right hand on her face, he deepened the kiss.

Quinn’s eyes fluttered lclosed, practically melting into the kiss. Wow, was all she could think. This wasn’t really typical of her. Letting people kiss her. But Puck was different. Not to mention he was a really good kisser. Like, exceptional. Just to save face, she went to push his chest away, make it short and sweet. At the last minute, he got the best of her and she ended up gently clutching his shirt to bring him closer, surprising herself yet again by emitting a quiet growl at the back of her throat. That was new.

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There’s so many things in my head right now.

When can we meet? I need you.

Keep your pants on. Literally. Since you’re so needy, I get to call the shots. I’ll let you know when and where.

You remember how you wanted to see me in my uniform?

Uhm, sure boss. But don’t try to act like you don’t want it just as much as I do.

Of course I do, how could I forget?

If you say so.

Good.