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I'm All Alone and I Need You Now

Rachel Berry has never in her life had heartburn. She's never eaten meat. She hasn't thrown up since she was 10 and she's never had a nosebleed, aside from that one time Finn elbowed her in the face.

Until the last two months, of course. When she found out she was pregnant. And turned into a completely different person, complete with nasuea, meat cravings (she's a vegan for Christ's sake!), heartburn and that nosebleed in the middle of biology. Right now, though? She can't even look at her ants on a log snack. That she's been thinking about since 3rd period. The sight of the celery and peanut butter makes her sick and she honestly wants to cry.

"Noah."

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He can still remember the first time he heard her curse in the sack. It was like hearing a dog talk or something. It was something you never saw coming or believed until it happened right in front of your eyes. He had to admit that it was also pretty damn hot. Getting Rachel Berry to just let go and drop some f-bombs was pretty fucking gnarly. Hearing it now sent a shiver down his spine. His freaky girl. It was freaky when you looked at her outer behavior.

The muscles in his neck tightened when her grip did. The thought of having those scraps there just from something as simple as this was pretty exciting. He could only imagine what he'd get when the real fun started. "What?" He panted. "What is it?" Tease.

She feels like a violin string, wound tight and close to snapping in two with just the slightest provocation. "I'm gonna-..fuck, I'm so close..." She's all but bouncing on her fingers now, the bed rocking slightly as she moves, face still buried in his neck.

No doubt if someone was home they'd be banging on his door right about now. Way to rock the bed, Berry. Normally he'd be upset that he wasn't participating, but honestly he's pretty turned on by his girlfriend's solo act. He's not sure why, but something has got his motor running. His erection is scraping against her thigh now. He's using every ounce of strength not to start dry-humping her just to get some friction. He has no desire to take any of the focus away from what she's busy doing.

His hand slid down her side to cup her hip. His lifted to grip the top of his wooden headboard. He held on tightly in an attempt to control his hips. If he could focus on that then he could make it until she finished. "Come for me, babe." His voice dropped below a whisper. "Come for me."

Her grip on him just gets tighter until she arches up high off of the bed, heels sliding against the mattress as she starts to lose control of her muscles. And then she's gone, sobbing sobbing into the air, her nails digging into his skin as she comes. Honestly, she's completely ignorant of his erection right now, unable to do anything except breathe and moan.

There she went. His breathing got heavy just listening to her unravel underneath him. It's probably his favorite sound. The airs on the back of his neck are standing up and his grip on her hip seemed to tighten. He lifted his head from her neck, but stayed close. His eyes focused on her face and a smile tugged at his lips. That was hot. Really hot. The way her lips curled was enough to make Puck wanna take her right then. He'd hold off though. A little recovery time never hurt anyone.

"Oh God." It's almost a sob when she finally does start to come down, her hand dropping to press against his chest as she tries to catch her breath. It's kind of hard whenever any breath she takes comes in and goes out shaky. Her whole body is still shaking, really, but she doesn't seem at all concerned.

Almost instinctively he lowered his head and kissed the soft spot just behind her earlobe. "I got you, babe." He lifted his head and found her lips for a rather deep kiss. Not exactly helpful in the letting her breathe department, but honestly he can't resist. He broke the kiss after a moment and smiled down at her. "You were so fuckin' hot, Rach." He licked his lips. His eyes were practically fucking twinkling from that display.

She can't help it, really. It's just when he says stuff like that, it-...basically, she's not at all in control of the little moan that breaks free of her lips against his, grip on his going tight again.

"'M still hot..." If you catch her drift. "So hot. All over..."

It was little moments like this that he felt so damn proud. He truly Puckasaurus. Hear him fucking roar.

"You're hot huh?" He's suddenly pretty damn happy he still has control of his speech. "Whatcha wanna do about that?" He didn't bother to look away or to whisper it. He did however lean down to suck on the pressure point on her neck. His tongue ran soft circles over the skin as he worked.

"Please."

Can you hear the cracking, Puckerman?

There it is. You are a winner, Rachel. Hell, they're both winners tonight. You said please. That was all Puckerman wanted. And now the real fun begins.

His head lifted from her neck and he looked down at her. His hand removed itself from gripping the headboard and snaked between their bodies. One hand wrapped around the base of his cock and he lifted his hips a little. His entrance was slow and agonizing, but ultimately he buried himself completely in her after a moment. "So wet, babe."

She doesn't much care that one hand is wet with her juices, both palms pressing flat to his back as he fills her. It's hard to describe, honestly, how it feels when he finally bottoms out, like he's filling all of her, like there's not enough room inside for her lungs to expand anymore. All that comes out, of course, is a broken little whimper. "Ah...'

There is a part of him that wants to be careful with his thrusts. He has no desire to crush her belly with his movements. He'll figure out something eventually.

His hips pulled back and for a moment he just paused his movement. With a forward thrust he let out a loan groan. The thrusts started to get a little quicker and rougher. His cock had been practically aching against her thigh before. He needed this.

To be honest, he could probably get a little closer. Rachel's going to be the first person to let you know if she's uncomfortable and right now, she wants you closer, so she tugs just a little bit.

Her breathing, still shallow, hitches a bit and she rolls her hips up to his. Even if she did just come less than 10 minutes ago, it wasn't enough. It wasn't Noah and she's not going to be satisfied without that. She needs this just as much as he does.

Oh. Rough Berry. He likes it when she gets a little rough and takes what she wants. He's been one to tell her to just take shit that she deserves. He's kind of liking that advice being applied to him. Feel free to manhandle your boyfriend more often. It's kind of a huge turn on to have her tugging and clutching him to her.

A low growl escaped his lips as his pace got a little more erratic. Thank Moses for her rising up to meet him. That sent a shock down to his toes. They curled up quickly. "Fuck." The word came out quickly. His hand lifted to grab a fistful of the pillow they were laying on. His forehead dropped to rest on her shoulder. "Was think' 'bout this all day, babe." He really was.

"Yeah? Tell me..." Rachel's getting big. There's no way around it. She's 4 months pregnant and she's only going to get bigger. It's gotten to the point where they had to officially tell the Gleeks last week because they just couldn't hide it anymore. So when Noah says stuff like that, she wants details. She wants to know that he still thinks she's pretty, that he still wants to try and get her to let him put his hand up her skirt in class.

After they finally started having sex it became apparent she created a monster. It was hard for Puck to keep his hands off Rachel. He was touching her in the hallway or making out in a classroom. She always told him no going beyond kissing in school though. It was so hard for him to keep a lid on that frustration. He spent half of Math with a chubby tucked up into his boxers. Fucking ridiculous.

"Hmmm." His voice hummed out against the skin on her neck. "How I wanted to fuck you over that stupid fucking piano." That visual had occurred to Puck more than once when they were in the classroom. "God, baby." The air was getting caught in his throat with each thrust.

"Oh God." Rachel's not going to lie and say she doesn't have a bit of an exhibitionist streak. It's just that her "I don't like being in trouble" streak is about 5 miles wider. So for now, they stick to fantasies and quickies in the living room and kitchen when his Mom and sister run to the store or nap upstairs. But the choir room, not just the piano, has always been a personal favorite fantasy of hers.

"What else? Noah, don't-...fuck, right there..." She lifts her legs a little, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him closer, deeper until her voice is echoing off of the walls. This is why they usually play music when they have sex.

Puck isn't afraid to have sex in a public place. Sure the trouble would be bad for a little while if they were caught, but they'd still have that memory. That memory of her clutching at one of the most important inanimate objects in her life. The idea makes the muscles in his neck tighten and the toes on his other foot curl up. There's also the chairs. Sitting down and having her ride him on one of those will always stay in his spank bank for when she had to stay a night with her dads and Puck had to be home.

"Ridin--oh." He wanted to finish the sentence, but his body was starting to tingle. "Riding me in one of the chairs." It came out kind of rushed as a hand slid down her body to clutch at her thigh. His other hand held firmly to the pillows they were laying on. "I wanted--to fuck you so bad in my truck--" The end of that was supposed to be at lunch, but he couldn't quite find the words as he shut his eyes tightly.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." She's chanting now, her pussy growing hotter, slicker, tighter around him as he fucks right up into her sweet spot, making her whole body shake. She's not even in control of what's coming out of her mouth anymore, or any part of her body for that matter, since if she was she probably wouldn't be digging welts into his back right now.

"Please-ple-fuck, I'm gonna, Noah-I-..." See? She's an incoherent mess. Be proud, Puckerman.

He's so very proud of her right now. Letting go. Losing control. It's a good color on her. He likes seeing it on her. He was surprised he managed to last this long. Honestly he thought he was done for the minute he slid inside of her. He's managed to keep himself from losing complete control.

She tightened around him and there it was. She was coming fast and hard. He didn't bother to stop. He fucked her right through her orgasm because he was pretty damn close as well. It took seven more thrusts before he was letting out soft string of curse words and digging his fingers past the pillow and into the mattress. "Rachel!" Her name flowed out as his hips jerked.

Call her an egomaniac, but hearing her name coming from him when he finally falls apart has the exact same effect on her as the opposite does on him. She presses the side of her face against his, clinging tight and moaning his name as they finally find the edge together. Even when she feels herself slowing, feels the throbbing in her body start to lessen, she doesn't let go.

"Fuck."

His hips finally managed to slow down. His body was slowly winding down, but damn it wasn't easy. Every sudden shift he could feel it prickle up through his cock and throughout his body. It was driving him fucking nuts. He smiled into her neck when she cursed loudly. That was quickly followed by a short laugh.

She doesn't have to let go. He's perfectly happy getting control right here. He won't stay though because he's kind of a big lump. He'd crush her after a few hours. "You're really fuckin' loud, babe." He loves it.

"Your fault." It's all your fault, Puckerman. Everything. Always. Seriously, stop being so amazing. Except don't, Rachel loves you this way. The whole room is so still, suddenly. Even the baby (which the doctor said was normal). It's like everything just started screaming Sleep for no reason. Even her limbs are starting to get heavy and she slowly untangles herself from around him, nuzzling against his neck.

"I love you."

It was his fault. He was well aware that it was his fault. She was to blame as well. It was a shared blame. He wouldn't voice it though. All he did was smile and nod.

His smile grew larger at her words. "Love you too, Princess." He lifted his head and pulled out of her. He scooted off the bed and went to his desk. He turned off the lamp and made his way back to the bed in the dark. He slid under the blankets and moved lay on his back. "C'mere." He urged her quietly.

I'm All Alone and I Need You Now

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