Rachel took a deep breath as she shut her car engine off. Throughout her entire dance class, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was forgetting something. It had completely messed with her focus, she missed half of her cues, and she left feeling like a hopeless beginner. It was ridiculous. The teacher actually took her off to the side to ask if she was feeling okay. It was humiliating.
The fact that she just couldn't figure out what she'd forgotten was the most annoying thing on the planet. She got out and slammed her door, electing to leave her dance bag in the car for now, and stalked up the porch steps to her front door. Rachel just wanted to take a shower and then a nap, and hopefully remember whatever it was that kept escaping her mind.
Her bedroom door was closed, which was odd because she usually left it open, so she opened it and walked in. The sight of her boyfriend stretched out on her bed was a complete surprise.
"Hey baby, I was starting to wonder when you were coming home." Rachel shot a surreptitious glance towards the window and saw that it was closed.
"Did you break in again," she questioned. She didn't miss the guilty look on his face and the pucker of his lips as he contemplated whether or not to tell the truth.
"How many times do I have to tell you that it's not breaking and entering if you know where the spare key is? Unlawful entry maybe, but totally not a B&E." Rachel couldn't help snickering at him as she crossed the room to situate herself over his waist.
"Well since you're already here, I guess I won't alert the authorities. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?" His smirk suddenly fell, replaced with close-knit brows and a frown.
"Did you seriously forget," he asked, an almost harsh edge to his voice. When his question was met with a confused guilty look from her, he rolled his eyes. "You're telling me that you've been nagging me for three weeks about this and you forgot? Seriously?" Rachel tried to remember 'nagging' Noah about anything but nothing was ringing any bells.
"Noah, what are you talking about?" She moved off of his lap as he sat up on the bed and swung his legs over the side.
"Tonight is our sixth month anniversary. You haven't shut up about it for weeks and you forgot. I made reservations at Paradise Found because that's where we went for our first date. I was gonna be here when you got home so I could whisk you away and be all romantic and shit. I can't believe you didn't remember." Rachel clamped her hand over her mouth with a gasp.
"Oh my god Noah I'm so sorry. I've had a lot on my mind lately with Nationals coming up and my dance class's recital. I can't believe I forgot that. Honestly, I am so sorry." Noah just shook his head with an airy chuckle and sat back down.
"You know it's really hard to be upset at you when you look like that. But it still can't believe you forgot about it." Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.
"Okay, just let me take a quick shower and get dressed then I'll be ready for you to whisk me away." He grabbed her hand before she could hop off the bed and swiped his tongue across the seam of her lips. She kissed him back and then got up, shedding her pink leotard on the way to her bathroom.
Puck laid back down on her bed, laughing as "My Chick Bad" starting playing loudly from the bathroom. He still thought it was hilarious that Rachel had a thing for dancing to rap music whenever she was in the shower. But then his smile fell. She was in the shower. Dancing. Naked. Barely ten feet away.
Fuck dinner. Puck shed his clothes in record time and silently opened the bathroom door. He could see the outline of her body through the sheer curtain as she moved to the beat of the song. God why did she have to be so fucking amazing?
He heard her gasp and knew he'd been caught. Rachel poked her head out from behind the shower curtain and eyed him warily. "Noah, is there a reason you're naked in my bathroom?" He gestured towards the shower and smirked.
"Same reason you're naked in your bathroom." He opened the opposite end of the shower curtain and stepped in behind her. Rachel turned around and crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side.
"Last time we tried this, you slipped and fell." Puck laughed, recalling the incident in question.
"So? You fell on me and we still fucked in the shower." Rachel blushed as he stepped closer so he could pull her arms away from her body. Puck grinned down at her and pushed her back under the spray. She gasped when her back hit the cold tile and then again when he lips crashed down on hers.
Rachel felt her eyes roll back just a little when his fingers caressed her folds. When he slowly slipped two fingers inside her, she hummed in anticipation. He licked a trail of water from the hollow of her throat to her pulse and she moaned softly. She could feel him pressing against her inner thigh and it made her get impatient. Everything she wanted was so close to exactly where she wanted it and he just wouldn't play nice.
"Come on Noah, I don't want your fingers anymore," she growled against his collarbone. Noah nipped at her shoulder as his chuckle vibrated against her skin.
"Then tell me what you want Rach," he rasped. Her body shivered at the sound of his voice. Finding words however never seemed to be her strong suit when he had her in these positions. Her mind always acted as though language never existed, just fleeting pornographic images. So, instead of answering him, she reached down and started to stroke him to get her point across. Feeling bold, Rachel shifted her weight to one foot and situated her leg in the crook of Noah's arm. When he sank into her, she arched her back and used their position to take him deeper. "Fucking yes Rachel," he ground out.
Her language came back but only in a series of random vowels. She moved her body faster with his, spilling the only letters of his name she possessed at the moment, "o-a", and relished the tingling that was starting to spread throughout her body. For a sixth month anniversary that she'd forgotten about, this was a really good one.
Even if they missed their reservation for dinner.
I can't thank you all enough for taking this journey with me. I've had so much fun writing this story, despite the moments where my muse was a bitch and wouldn't play nice. I hope you've had as much fun reading as I've had writing. You're all so sweet to me. I'm currently working on two one-shots and mapping out my next multichapter, which will be an A/U story, so you're not getting rid of me just yet. Thank you all for the continuing support. You'll never know just how much it means to me. Hearts!