Not mine, I only wish. Fox and the fabulous Ryan Murphy own them. I'm just playing with them for a while and will put them back... eventually.
"Noah!" Rachel cried through the walls of her cubicle.
"What?" came the voice in the stall across from her.
"Tell me again why we have to dress up for Halloween?"
"You know why. You let Kurt and Brittany plan this party and this is what they chose. You think I really want to be seen in public looking like this?" he replied as he began to remove his clothes to try on the costume.
"The next time I do something that stupid, stop me. Please."
Noah laughed silently as he slipped on the snug black pants. He was reaching for a white shirt with full sleeves, as the cursing started.
"Was this the only costume left in my size?" Rachel complained.
"I don't know that either, since you grabbed it and ran like it was a Tony and that Tommy guy you were rambling about handed it to you himself."
"It's awful. I can't be seen in public like this!" Rachel complained, but silently thinking how sweet it was when slipped and let her know that he actually did listen to her talking about the history of awards shows.
"Rach, shut up. It's not as though mine is that much better."
"At least, you're covered. There's so very little to this thing. I think that even Gypsy Rose wore more than this."
Noah's mind drifted off in the memories of the short skirts she wears regularly and told himself to thank Kurt if the outfit was as small as she said. Hummel was going to get a slap on the back and he wouldn't want to slushie him for at least a month.
While Noah was letting his thoughts wander, Rachel sighed and cinched the bodice of the leather bustier tighter. `I hope I can breathe in this thing.'
The tighter she pulled on the laces, the higher her breasts rose. `Wow! Where did those come from?' she thought, as she looked in the mirror. `Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all. Noah might like it, then again, he may run for the hills,' she thought ruefully.
She bent over to roll the thigh high stockings up her legs and attach them to the garters hanging from the bustier. Next, she slid on the high, black boots that came to the top of the stockings, but left the garters showing. `Stupid thing, stupid idea,' she muttered under her breath.
"What did you say?" Noah asked as he tied a red sash at his waist and reached for his cape.
"Um, nothing. Nothing at all," Rachel replied as she zipped the boots.
She reached for the skirt that was maybe 12 inches long and slit almost to the waist in two spots in the front and in the back. She managed to get the skirt on without falling over and reached for the zipper. Noah adjusted his mask and set the hat on his head. "Are you ready yet?" he asked.
"Give me a few more minutes," she said as she tied her own cape around her shoulders. Her hands sought out the pockets of the cape and she felt something in her hand. She withdrew the object and screamed in frustration.
"Rachel? What happened?"
"Nothing, Noah. Not a damn thing. I should have known I couldn't get away from it for even one night. I'm going to kill Tina for getting Kurt hooked on those books."
She slipped the appliance in her mouth and sighed. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be. You come out first and close your eyes."
Noah obeyed her command. He stepped out of the cubicle and surveyed himself in the full-length mirror at the end of the walkway. The three-way mirror in his stall hadn't been large enough to see the costume fully.
"Oh hell, no!," Noah yelled, untying the cape and throwing it back in the changing room. "Not today, not tomorrow, not even for a winning season am I gonna be seen in this!"
"See what I mean," Rachel replied. "Now, turn toward my door and close your eyes."
"Where are you?"
Rachel opened the door slightly, stuck her hand out, and waved it at him.
He moved in front of the door and closed his eyes.
"Sometime before the party would be nice, you know."
"Noah, you know that sarcasm doesn't work on me, right?"
"Just come out," Noah ground out through clenched teeth.
He heard the rustle of material and heard Rachel say, "You can open them now."
As he slowly opened his eyes, his mouth dropped. Rachel, resplendent in black leather, started walking toward him. The movement of her legs drew his eyes to the slits in the skirt. The black garters teased him and his mouth watered. He swore right then that Kurt would be slushie free for six months if he could talk Berry into wearing that to the party.
She walked slowly to him and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. She leaned toward him and said, "You look yummy enough to eat."
Noah jumped backwards as the fangs appeared in her mouth. He tried to get away from her while she started laughing.
"Noah, they aren't real," she said, reaching up and removing them from her mouth.
He started laughing. He pulled her closer and hugged her tightly.
When he stopped laughing, he pulled back and asked her, "I believe you said something about `yummy enough to eat'? You, Berry, are gorgeous."
She blushed at his appraisal. She slid her hands over the soft cotton of the shirt and sighed.
"Zorro, I don't think we match."
"Well, er, what exactly are you?"
"I don't know, some escapee from a Twilight book, I think."
Noah gave her a smirk. "I'm not complaining about your outfit. But, just in case, better keep Finn at arms length," he said as his hands snaked under the cape and caressed her leather-clad torso.
"Noah. Are you looking for something?"
"No, I found what I want," he replied, drawing her into his cubicle and closing the door.
He pulled her into a bone-crushing embrace. They plundered each other's mouths and moaned.
"Noah, if we don't stop now, we won't be able to," she said, withdrawing slightly.
"I don't want to. Do you?"
After a moment of thought, Rachel threw herself back into his arms and attacked his neck, in a way that she knew he loved.
"Jesus, Berry, not so loud. Someone will come back here, if we make too much noise."
Rachel immediately quieted and renewed her attack.
Noah ran his hands over her body, reaching for the laces to her corset. He pulled them roughly and her breasts fell into his waiting hands.
Rachel whimpered as he kneaded the flesh and bent to suckle her.
Leaving her breasts, Noah licked up her chest, across her shoulder, and along her neck. "Take the skirt off," Noah whispered when he reached her ear and began to nibble.
Rachel shivered at his actions. "No need, no underwear."
Noah' eyes glazed over. He sat down in the chair behind him and jerked Rachel into his lap.
She adjusted the skirt and straddled him. Reaching for the zipper of his pants, she quickly freed his pulsing cock and rubbed him with the firm stroke she knew he loved.
Noah' sharp intake of breath told her that his control was nearing its breaking point. He pulled her closer and ground himself into her sopping core.
She raised herself and plunged downward.
Twin gasps echoed through the changing room. Rachel moved quickly, wanting the release that her body demanded.
Noah wrapped her cape around them, so that if someone did see them, it would look like they were engaged in a heavy groping session. He thrust into her, on her down stroke and groaned. He could feel her tight channel quaking around him. He slowed her for a moment with a touch to her jaw, wanting them to come together. Rachel knew that Noah needed more of her, so let him take the lead. He shifted farther down in the chair, while Rachel reached in his pants and fondled his balls.
He groaned loudly and thrust faster. Rachel took his balls with a firmer grip and felt them tighten.
A noise from the other side of the curtain pulled Rachel's attention back to their present location.
She stopped and cocked her head to the side to listen.
Noah's moan drew her gaze back to him. She motioned around them and he picked up the noises.
They drew closer together at the sound of well-known voices, hoping to escape detection.
"Kurt, they said they were coming here for the costumes."
"I know, Mercedes. But you heard the lady. They just gave the last two costumes they had to be tried on and I just can't see Puck dressing as Zorro and Rachel as a she-vamp. Rachel would go naked before she wore that costume."
Noah and Rachel shook helplessly in silent laughter.
"Maybe they went somewhere else?" Mercedes said.
"Let's see if they are here, first," Kurt replied. "Puck? Rachel?"
Damning the consequences, Noah slowly began to move against her again. The nearness of their friends, the possible thrill of detection brought them quickly back to the edge. They tuned out the distraction and sank back into each other.
Mercedes sighed, "Girlfriend, they aren't here. They would have answered. I mean, unless, they're, you know. And I mean, please! That's just nasty."
Kurt shuddered. "You're right. There's no way that Rachel would ever do the horizontal tango in a dressing room."
"Uh, we should leave."
"Rachel might not, but Puck definitely would," Mercedes reminded him.
"Huh?" Kurt looked at her, realized who they were talking about, and moved for the door. "You're right. Let's get out of here."
They rushed to the door and left.
When the silence descended again, Rachel began to ride him faster.
He quickly stood up and shoved her against the wall. His pants slid down and pooled at his ankles. Taking her harder, he whispered, "Look at us. Watch us in the mirrors."
Rachel shifted her head and took in their moving forms, the lust that surrounded them. She shivered at the images and groaned loudly. Her legs tightened around his waist and she dug her heels into his back.
Noah watched their bodies, pounding against each other. When he felt his impending orgasm approach, Noah brought his thumb to her clit and rubbed forcefully. She ran her fingers through his silky hair. Knowing that the fastest way for Noah to lose his mind was for her to start talking dirty, Rachel moved her head to his and whispered in his ear, "Yes, Puck. You know what I want. I want all of you. I want to smell like you for the rest of the day. I want it… Oh, yes, baby. Oh my… Right there. Yessss!!!!!!!!!" She moaned as she stiffened and bit down on his shoulder.
At her words and the delicious pain of her bite, Noah felt his own release spill into her. He gave a final thrust, pushing into her as if to crawl inside her skin and never leave. When she lay limply on him, he returned them to the chair, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Noah?" Rachel asked when she regained her voice.
"Can we buy these costumes?"
"Oh hell yeah."
Rachel pulled back to look into his eyes. "I know that we haven't been together all that long," Rachel wiggled her fingers at their still joined bodies to indicate her meaning, "but, that had to be the best yet. When I saw us in the mirror, I wanted to scream and bring the roof down."
They sat silently, their eyes sharing the emotions that were too powerful for mere words. Basking in the glow of their still new relationship, Puck felt contentment settle in his soul. He pulled her into a soft embrace and Rachel melted into his arms.
"Did they call us nasty?"