"Up against the goalpost after everyone's gone?" She teases. The slit of her dress is high enough that she could just pull the fabric to the side and have plenty of room to wrap her legs around him. She is kind of worried about the cold metal against her back and how balance on the round surface will work, but she's only about 110 pounds and Noah's more than capable of lifting her.
Since when is Rachel Berry seriously considering public sex?
Walk with me. Fuck. Shut up brain. She nods, her cardigan bunched in her hand by the time they reach the stairs. She doesn't respond to the whole fucking hottest thing I've ever seen comment, simply because she's sure it'll only come out as fishing for compliments or something. But honestly. The boy's slept with almost every cheerleader, plenty of grown women, and made doing Santana Lopez almost an olympic sport. And she's the hottest thing he's ever seen? Yeah. Okay.
She isn't wearing stockings today, and she kicks off her ballet flats as soon as they step into his bedroom, dropping her cardigan on top of them and moving into his closet. She changes into the jersey, and it's about as long as some of her skirts, actually. So when she exits the closet, hair messy from pulling shirts on and off, she lays back on the bed and pulls the jersey up over her hips, knees folded up towards the ceiling and spread a little.
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Date: 2011-11-13 07:14 pm (UTC)Since when is Rachel Berry seriously considering public sex?
Walk with me. Fuck. Shut up brain. She nods, her cardigan bunched in her hand by the time they reach the stairs. She doesn't respond to the whole fucking hottest thing I've ever seen comment, simply because she's sure it'll only come out as fishing for compliments or something. But honestly. The boy's slept with almost every cheerleader, plenty of grown women, and made doing Santana Lopez almost an olympic sport. And she's the hottest thing he's ever seen? Yeah. Okay.
She isn't wearing stockings today, and she kicks off her ballet flats as soon as they step into his bedroom, dropping her cardigan on top of them and moving into his closet. She changes into the jersey, and it's about as long as some of her skirts, actually. So when she exits the closet, hair messy from pulling shirts on and off, she lays back on the bed and pulls the jersey up over her hips, knees folded up towards the ceiling and spread a little.