Where Puck was unsure of Rachel's ability to stop talking until it came to sex, Rachel was never more convinced of Puck's eloquence as she was when it came to his dirty talk. She'd never been a fan of Neruda or Whitman or any of the more erotically toned poets, but sometimes the things that came out of her boyfriend's mouth...

Of course, his mouth is occupied right now. As is hers. Which is why her whimper is blocked against his lips when she lifts her hips and tilts her head back, hands sliding over his shoulders and across his chest.