Only when Rachel blushed and shifted her position did Puck realise the slippery slope he had been heading down. At first it had all been about getting under her skin. He had been frustrated and jealous and had wanted her to admit that Jeremy wasn’t as perfect as he appeared, and it had worked until she had gotten hurt; hurt because of him. Now he just... he wanted her to realise she deserved better. She was always able to make him feel better about himself, to make him feel like he wasn’t worthless and that maybe someday he could even make something of himself, and maybe he just wanted to return the favour.
It didn’t hurt that everything he said he meant one hundred percent.
But now she was asking where to find someone better and suddenly all his courage left him, but it also left him with a sudden realisation: what he really wanted to say in reply was right here beside you. She was so close he could smell her, but he could also smell Jeremy because of that stupid shirt she was wearing. It would be so satisfying to tear it off of her and make her scream like that douchebag couldn’t. The answer was right there in his eyes if she wanted to see it, but also lower if you catch my drift. Finally breaking the gaze, he quickly turned away to hide his... excitement and grabbed up his dishes.
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Date: 2012-03-09 11:55 am (UTC)and jealousand had wanted her to admit that Jeremy wasn’t as perfect as he appeared, and it had worked until she had gotten hurt; hurt because of him. Now he just... he wanted her to realise she deserved better. She was always able to make him feel better about himself, to make him feel like he wasn’t worthless and that maybe someday he could even make something of himself, and maybe he just wanted to return the favour.It didn’t hurt that everything he said he meant one hundred percent.
But now she was asking where to find someone better and suddenly all his courage left him, but it also left him with a sudden realisation: what he really wanted to say in reply was right here beside you. She was so close he could smell her, but he could also smell Jeremy because of that stupid shirt she was wearing. It would be so satisfying to tear it off of her and make her scream like that douchebag couldn’t. The answer was right there in his eyes if she wanted to see it, but also lower if you catch my drift. Finally breaking the gaze, he quickly turned away to hide his... excitement and grabbed up his dishes.
“It’s a big city,” was his non-answer.