DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, except my dirty imagination.

*****REVISED Author's Note 6/10/2014*****

Hi lovely readers,

For those of you who discovered this story a long time ago, I apologize for the (very long) delay between chapters.

Long story short, I stopped watching Glee back in Season 3 and after posting the last chapter of Choice and Consequences, I started to dislike my version of Rachel and Puck as well and stopped writing altogether.

I have recently stumbled back across some of my fics though and have found myself excited again about the direction I was taking these characters so I have started writing again and have two new chapters of C&C up my sleeve. I am just going through the process of tidying up some previous chapters to correct some oversights and better the flow so that should be completed by the end of the week.

I have been fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of an overwhelming amount of lovely reviews and have always appreciated the encouragement.

For those of you who are boarding the C&C train for the first time, welcome. Just please keep in mind that I started this story back in season 1 and it is that season's characters I imagined when I hit the fast forward button and placed Rachel and Puck in this situation 10 years on. Therefore the character development that happened after Season 2 has no relevance on my story and may lead to some confusion among readers. Sorry for that...

Thanks and regards, Kelly xo

They stumbled out of the elevator, bodies fused together at the mouth as they ravaged each other's lips, nipping and sucking urgently.

The shocked gasp from the elderly couple they had jostled as they passed went unnoticed as he backed her down the hall towards the hotel room they had reserved just minutes before, his hands sliding past the open flaps of her coat and under her dress to grip the back of her thighs and press her against his arousal. She moaned at the contact, momentarily disarmed, giving him the opportunity to gain the upper hand in the heated war they were raging with their tongues, intent on discovering and conquering every sweet crevice of her mouth.

After what seemed like an eternity of feverish exploration, Puck broke away from the kiss, trailing his fingers down her flushed cheek.

"Last chance to back out. Are you sure you want to do this?" His voice was uncharacteristically serious, not a trace of a smirk playing around his full lips as he fixed his intent hazel gaze on her. At his words she suddenly felt her mind clear of the lust induced fog she had been blanketed in since the moment his mouth had first descended on her's, a mere hour before.

Did she really want to do this?

Rachel swept her eyes over his face, more mature now than when she'd last seen him at Artie and Tina's wedding, years ago. He was the most breathtaking man, she decided somewhat objectively, feeling the haziness return as his hand pressed on her hip keeping her flush against his body. It was almost as if he knew she was second guessing this and was trying to sway her decision in a more favorable direction by reminding her of his heat and the extent to which he wanted her.

Her fingers threaded in his dark hair, an inch or so longer than an actual buzz cut. It suited him, she decided, rubbing tentatively on the soft strands. And now that the god-awful Mohawk was nothing but a distant memory, its hideousness did not detract from the sheer perfection of his bone structure.

"Rachel?" he prompted impatiently and she realized he was still waiting for her answer. Her arms wound around his broad shoulders and she traced his lower lip with her tongue.

"I'm sure Noah. I don't think I've wanted anything as much as I want you right now."

He groaned at her soft admission and reclaimed her lips, grunting in irritation a minute later when he fumbled with the room key, unable to slide it into the lock of the door and was forced to wrench his mouth from hers. She kissed her way across his jaw, nuzzling his throat as her hands wandered down the hard planes of his chest, dipping underneath his shirt to splay against his rock hard abs.

"Noahhhh," she practically whined when it became apparent that he was having limited success with his task. "Hurry."

"Fuck babe, I'm trying, but this piece of shit card just isn't fucking cooperating."

He continued to jab the card in and out of the slot, swearing again and again as the light flickered red. Her nimble fingers pried the card from him and amazingly, the light flashed green on her first try. She shot him a triumphant smile and blew him a kiss as she grasped the handle and pushed her way into the room, tripping lightly on her heels which she promptly kicked off.

Puck just stared at her from the open doorway as she turned to him and arched a sculptured eyebrow in his direction.

"Coming?" she inquired innocently with a flip of her long hair.

He strode in after her, hauling her against his body as he attacked her mouth again with renewed hunger. Spinning her around and pressing her against the wall by the door, he reached out to slam it shut behind them before reaching for the zipper on the back of her little red dress, dragging it down and letting the bodice fall away from her chest until the material from the top half of her dress bunched around her hips. His other arm wrapped itself around her tiny waist, fingers stroking across her stomach. She moaned her encouragement as he started nipping and licking at her earlobe (a secret turn on of hers he had discovered back in high school), writhing in his arms as she reached one hand to rest on the back of his neck.

When he released her ear from his mouth, she turned her lips up for his, only vaguely aware of the hand around her midsection pushing the dress entirely off her body so it pooled around her feet, leaving her clad only in a strapless black bra and matching boy leg panties. Puck's probing fingers wasted no time in stroking her through the damp fabric before pushing aside the wet, filmy lace and running his index finger over her slit.

"You're so fucking wet." he acknowledged approvingly, dipping his fingers inside her and swirling her juices around.

Rachel went rigid in his arms, gasping against his mouth as he teased her entrance and rubbed against the taunt bundle of nerves above her opening. When he sunk two fingers into her, rubbing his thumb over her clit, she cried out; the sound muffled against his lips as her hips began to buck against his hand. She breathed harshly as his fingers pumped in and out while, with his free hand, he reached up to unhook her bra and free her breasts to his hungry gaze.

"So fucking hot." he muttered to himself.

As he felt her walls contract around his fingers he slipped them out of her and took one of her nipples into his mouth, circling his tongue around the hardened peak before releasing it with an audible pop.

One palm braced on the wall beside her, he slowly brought his other hand up in front of her face as he stared into her eyes. The middle and index fingers gleamed wetly and Rachel watched, enthralled, as he licked his index finger clean of her juices. He brought his middle finger up to her lips and she automatically parted her lips and sucked it in. Even as she dazedly thought to herself she ought to be disgusted, she cleaned it with her tongue, tasting herself for the very first time.

He kissed her again, a growl of hunger deep in his throat while Rachel pulled at the collar of his shirt and kissed him back just as passionately, matching every thrust of his tongue and suck of his lips. One arm left his neck to reach down to the hard rod of flesh between his legs; she felt him shudder as she began to rub him through his jeans.

"Do you like that?" She mumbled against his lips, grinding herself against the knee he inserted between her thighs.

"What the fuck do you think?" he retorted, breathing hard as he backed away from her.

She pushed the hair from her face as she watched him retreat, "Noah, what are you doing?" She was staring at him with confused, glazed eyes; weak and trembling with need. "I need you inside me, now. Please."

He shucked off his shoes with his gaze locked on hers, stepping out of his pants and boxes and kicking them away. Rachel caught only the briefest of glimpses of his manhood because scarcely seconds later he was back, stark naked and pressing her into the wall.

"What?" he demanded seeing the small smile playing at her lips.

"Nothing," she replied suddenly shy, not wanting to admit that she'd never been stunned breathless by the sight of a man's cock before. Feeling her core twitch incessantly, she looked down and reaching for him again, wrapping her fingers eagerly around the now unclothed, scalding length.

"It's not nothing," Puck ground out petulantly through clenched teeth as she scraped a fingernail along the underside of his shaft.

"No, it's not," she giggled, testing his girth with her small hands, "It's lovely." And so big.

Puck snorted, "Lovely? Don't think I've ever heard it called that before." He brushed her hand away, hooking one of her legs up and around his waist and aligning himself with her dripping heat.

"Noah, wait!" She dug her nails into his shoulder and he groaned, lifting his head to meet her eyes.

"What?" he demanded harshly. He could feel her heat against the tip of his cock and he needed to be inside her now. If she seriously said they had to stop, he was going to lose his mind.

"Do you have protection?"

He swore, relieved, pressing a heated kiss to her mouth before dropping her leg and reaching for his pants. Quickly locating a foil package from the stash in his wallet, he tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom expertly over his hard length.

Rachel watched him, swallowing thickly as he stepped back towards her, cupping the roundness of her ass. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, spreading her legs as he lifted her up and moved forward. She whimpered as he slowly pushed his way inside her, intent on savoring the feel of her, her vaginal walls stretching to accommodate the welcome intruder. She spread her legs wider, toes scraping on the plush carpet before she hitched one leg high around his waist, never more thankful than at that moment for the rigorous years of ballet classes and what was left of the flexibility it had given her body.

"Fuck babe, you are so fucking tight." he hissed, and he was right. His steel length was a snug fit inside her and Rachel moaned with pleasure so intense, she was beyond speech.

"Pilates," she managed to say as she adjusted around his thickness. "Pelvic floor exercises."

"Thank fuck for the new age hippies that invented that shit," Puck rasped out.

She giggled lightly, her teeth scraping against his jaw. "Actually, it wasn't hippies, it was a German Gymnast who came up with the practice during the First World War." She began to move her hips, but his hands on her ass held her still. Staring into her eyes, he leaned forward, his eyebrow arched in disbelief.

"Seriously? You're going to give me a fucking history lesson right now?"

"I guess not," she conceded, hiding her amusement and adopting a faux stern expression. "But if you don't start moving this instant, I swear Noah Puckerman - I'll castrate you."

He laughed, "You're so hot, even when you're horny and threatening to cut my junk off," he teased, nipping playfully at her lips before swallowing her mouth in a kiss.

"Shutupppp. God Noah, just do it," she pleaded when their lips parted, desperate now for him to move.

He began to fuck her then, not too fast or too slow, but with deep long strokes that had her alternating between moans and squeals of delight. She hopped up and wrapped her other leg around his waist, holding on for dear life as he plunged into her, again and again. Finally free to move, she began to fuck him back, meeting him thrust for thrust, gasping against his mouth. Rachel was breathing hard, her small breasts rising and falling, their movement drawing his attention. He cupped one of them in his large hand and kneaded the flesh with just the right amount of pressure, pinching and tugging her nipple until she arched her back, crying his name.

"Noahhhh!"

She went rigid, holding the back of his head as his mouth descended over the other nipple and she came in a blinding rush. She buried her face on his shoulder to keep from screaming, helpless in his arms as he held her up and a second orgasm came on the wake of the first one while Puck continued to piston in and out of her without pause. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip, shuddering as his mouth moved hotly over her breasts to suck on her collarbone. Suddenly, when she was at the point where she wasn't sure she could take anymore, he stopped. Flicking his tongue over the pulse beating wildly in her throat, he moved them away from the wall, carrying her impaled and writhing on his cock as he crossed the room to the bed.

"Oh god, Noah...I can feel every inch of you." she moaned, her mouth seeking his again.

Kissing her languidly now, he slowly lay her down on her back, kneeling on the mattress above her, still buried to the hilt in her wet heat. The sight of their joining was beyond erotic, and his cock pulsed inside her as she continued to contract and expand around him.

"You're fucking beautiful, do you know that?" he rasped, running his hands roughly over her ribcage, before settling back on her hips.

Her eyes fluttered open, dark chocolate irises dilated with pleasure. She ran her hands over his muscular chest, finally naked for her to admire. "So are you." she breathed appreciatively, flicking the nipple ring she was amused to see he still wore; a testament, she was sure, to the 'bad ass stud' he had once been. Still was, she realized, given that he had her naked and under him within a few hours of them locking gazes over the bar, their first encounter in more than 5 years. He was that good.

"Noah!" she protested weakly as he began to move again, staring down at her with hooded eyes. "I can't – not again."

"You can and you will," he promised, sliding his palms underneath her and lifting her up by her ass cheeks as he continued to pound into her.

She came for a third time a few minutes later, almost sobbing in relief when he eventually stiffened and collapsed on top of her, tightening her arms around him and cradling his heavy frame against her. Her entire body was limp and shaking from her multiple orgasms; so sensitized she winced and whimpered as he pulled out. He paused at the sound, kissing her nose as he told her he needed to get up and rid himself of the condom. Rachel nodded, reluctantly letting him go.

When he returned from the bathroom a few minutes later, she was lying just as he left her, sprawled diagonally across the bed. Her dark hair was fanned out over the crisp white sheets, her eyes closed tightly and her breath still coming out in short, quiet gasps.

She's fucking exquisite.Puck watched her for a moment, letting his eyes trail over her petite dancer's body, his gaze lingering on those small, perfect breasts before dropping down to her sex where he could see the gleam of her cum drying on her thighs. Damned if she wasn't right up there as one of the better fucks he'd had but then, don't ask him how, he kind of always knew she would be.

She felt the heat of his gaze upon her and cracked open one eye to see confirmation of his leering. Even now, after having being so thoroughly had by him, she blushed at his blatantly obvious appraisal of her body. "You're staring," she admonished with a small smile, holding her hand out and beckoning him closer. He stepped forward willingly, lacing his fingers through hers before kneeling on the bed beside her.

"If you could see what I'm looking at, you'd be pretty fucking mesmerized too." he informed her, grazing his hand over the side of her thigh.

She jumped at the contact. "Please Noah, no more, not right now. I can't take it!" she implored, exhausted, dragging the hand up so she could kiss his palm.

"No need to ask whether it was good for you then," he snickered arrogantly, lying beside her and propping himself on one elbow, continuing to feast his eyes on the expanse of toned, tanned flesh on display. She smacked him lightly, rolling her eyes.

She wondered if it was odd, how comfortable she felt with him in this moment.

"You're still demonstrably uncouth," Rachel acknowledged, tentatively stretching her legs and groaning as her muscles protested.

"And you still talk like you swallowed a fucking thesaurus," he retorted, dipping his head to kiss her slowly. "You need to nap, Rach, coz I'm gonna wake you up in an hour to do that all over again," he warned her, pushing up on his hands so he could pull down the covers and maneuver her under them.

She purred in contentment as her naked body slipped between the cool sheets and she rolled onto her side, so she was facing him.

"Promise?"

He settled next to her, sliding his arm over her waist and yanked her to him so she was half lying on top of him and he could kiss her thoroughly once more.

"Baby I give you the Puckerman personal fucking guarantee."

She shook her head, even as she felt her eyes slipping shut of their own accord. She should have suspected that sex with Noah would tire her out more effectively than the hardest gym work out she'd ever subjected herself to.

"Language Noah," she chastised tiredly, fighting back a yawn.

Remembering the frequent lectures she'd given him as a teen about his runaway potty mouth, Puck grinned into her hair and ran his hands soothingly up and down her bare back as her breathing evened out. "Just sleep Rachel."

"And you'll wake me up?" she mumbled drowsily, curling her right hand into a fist by her face and resting her head in the crook of his shoulder, nuzzling into his chest.

"I'll wake you up," he confirmed, tightening his hold around her.

He kept his promise.

She'd awoken to gentle caresses and as the sleep cleared from her eyes, he had slipped smoothly into her, setting an easy pace as they rocked together in perfect synchronization until they both shuddered and rode out their release, exchanging soft, lazy kisses. He fell asleep first this time and as she lay awake in the dark, stroking her fingers through his hair, she heard him mumble her name in slumber and felt the first stirrings of her guilt.

Rachel stilled her movements, clamping down on the sudden onset of uncertainty and the unexpected tears she felt welling up in her eyes. Is this who she had become? Was she really this kind of woman?

It would do no good to cry. She'd made her decision tonight the second he flashed that first smirk in her direction even though she knew the fallout, if their tryst was ever discovered, would be monumental - not just personally, but professionally as well. She pressed her lips against his temple, resuming her ministrations on his scalp. It didn't matter. Having Noah like this, touching her, coaxing reactions from her body like no other man had before him was something she wouldn't, no, couldn't,regret.

Consequences be damned.