|mrstotten (mrstotten) wrote,|
@ 2010-01-23 01:04 pm UTC
|Entry tags:||fic, fic:glee, glee!!!!!, puckleberry, v for victory|
Word Count: 800
Spoilers: Mash up, but that's about it.
Summary: Puck doesn't know much right now, except that Rachel Berry was trying to drive him crazy.
Notes: Ficlet from my PROMPT ME MEME. Written for veritas_st who requested Puck/Rachel! Possesive!Puck, Maybe a janitors closet...
Disclaimers: I own nothing but a vivid imagination and a slighty overactive four year old. Oh and a love for Glee.
She was trying to drive him crazy.
There wasn’t much Noah Puckerman knew for a fact. For example, he couldn’t tell you the capital of Sweden, or how to say ‘Where’s the bar’ in Spanish, or why girls get so caught up in being called the right name all the time.
But he knew, without a shadow of a doubt that Rachel Berry was trying to drive him insane. Well more insane than she usually made him.
It had all started with the skirts.
When they had briefly dated, he had noticed that she seemed to favour her skirts on the short side. Which, don’t get him wrong had been all good.
He had never noticed them before, the skirts that is. Of course he hadn’t noticed much of anything about her before. The main points were pretty obvious. She could sing like nobody else he knew, she gave people the urge want to throw things at her like nobody else he knew and she was head over heels for Finn, like everyone else he knew.
But something had happened in those brief couple of days of dating or whatever the hell it was they had been doing. Now it was hard for him not to keep noticing the skirts. The way they moved in time with her walk. The flash of golden thigh in-between her hem and the top of her socks, (The socks alone could drive a guy nuts). They made his fingers itch to reach out, to stroke, to touch, to feel the soft skin there.
They reminded him of how good she had felt. The warm weight of her on his lap, her soft fingers brushing through his hair, how her lips tasted underneath his own, soft and smooth with the barest hint of cherries.
And as he stated earlier, it was driving him insane.
Then there was the flirting; the shy smiles, the coy glances, that day she had ran her hand down his arm, stopping briefly to squeeze slightly at his bicep. (What he had awesome biceps). He knew she was doing it deliberately, but he’d had enough. Today he didn’t care what she was wearing, how many times she smiled at him, or even if she did that flirty tossy thing with her hair. No matter what she did he was going to ignore it. He was damned if he was going to let Rachel Berry play him.
That resolution lasted all of ten seconds from the minute he walked into the rehearsal room. The obligatory short skirt was in attendance, soft grey with matching knee highs. The warm smile, the coy flirty manner, even the damn hair toss. They were all there.
But none of these had been what finally broke him.
No it had been none of the above that had resulted in him grabbing her arm, dragging her along the corridor and throwing them both into the nearest janitorial concert, where he had wasted no time reacquainting himself with the sweet taste of her lips and the warm heat of her skin under his hands.
In the end, it hadn’t been the skirts, the flirting or even the damn persistent annoyance that had finally driven him to the edge. It had been the fact that she had been doing it all with Matt.
Finn he could tolerate, he had kinda screwed the guys life over, and despite what everyone else thought he cared about Finn. So if that had been what Rachel and Finn both wanted? Well , for one time in his life he had been willing to be the bigger man and do the right thing.
But that was for Finn, he was damned if he was going to stand by and just watch someone else sweep her out from under him.
As Puck mouth followed a long slow trail down Rachel’s neck, biting down softly on the small crease of skin where her neck and shoulder met, he heard her groan out something about ‘jealousy, hard work and about damn time’.
He kissed his way back up towards her mouth, savouring the small breathy sounds she made as his lips rediscovered her skin. Stopping finally to cup her face in his hands, he grinned at her small smug smile. It was a smile of victory, satisfaction and fulfilment. The smile of someone who had gotten exactly what she wanted.
Before claiming her lips again in a softer, more gentle kiss, fuelled more with affection and warmth than the mad possessive jealousy that had stirred in him earlier, Noah Puckerman knew one thing for sure.
Rachel Berry was going to drive him nuts, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.