Author's Note: So this was inspired by having way too much time inside my own head while swimming laps at the gym. It is pure smut, which is so far out of my comfort zone that I'm actually terrified to post this. Typically I avoid these situations and focus more on the emotions of sex, but ... this is what happens when I try to focus a little more on the action, I guess. I COULD be persuaded to write another part if y'all like it, so please, please, please let me know what you think. Did I say please? PLEASE!

Otherwise, just try to enjoy. And, I don't want this to come off dirty, but get comfortable because it turned out to be a little longer than I expected.

Rachel Berry walked into the Lima Recreation Center with her bright pink gym bag hanging loosely on her shoulder. She smiled brightly at the two women standing behind the desk, accepting the extended key wordlessly and walking straight toward the locker rooms. It was her typical Saturday afternoon routine, one that would probably extend into the week now that ballet was over until next fall. The spring recital had gone flawlessly, Rachel leading the group in almost all the dances as well as having a solo in two of the songs. Now she just needed to stay in shape for next year, when she would be a senior and there was a real possibility of her catching the eye of a representative from Julliard.

Her heart pounded in excitement at just the thought. Julliard was the first step in her master plan toward success, followed closely behind getting offers from Broadway, then the Tony nominations, and after that she'd move onto the big screen. Rachel was convinced she was the next triple threat, and it wouldn't be long before everyone else knew it, too.

Practically running out of the locker room she was so giddy, Rachel didn't even notice the very solid frame of what some might consider her arch nemesis. "Whoa, Berry." Puck's hands gripped her shoulders firmly, pushing her back a reasonable distance so he could actually see her without being cross-eyed. "They having a sale on animal sweaters or some crazy shit?"

"Excuse me, Noah." Rachel rolled her eyes, intending to brush past him without further conversation. Unfortunately, as Puck reached back and grabbed her wrist hard enough to swing her back toward him, she knew that was very unlikely.

"You come here often?" He asked, mostly because he'd never seen her at the gym before. Everyone knew about her crazy early morning workouts, and then there were her dance lessons and voice lessons, so he honestly didn't know when she found the time to come to the gym, too. However, looking up and down her lithe frame, Puck was never more sure in his life that she made the time to take care of her body.

"Really?" She scoffed in amusement, her hands lifting up to rest on her hips. "Does that honestly work for you?"

"Don't flatter yourself, B." She blushed into the insult, mostly because he'd punctuated the words with a sarcastic lilt and that silly little nickname he'd started using ever since her and Finn broke up. It wasn't the only thing that had changed about their relationship since she and Finn called it quits, but she tried – desperately - not to spend a lot of time thinking about that.

"Why are you here on a Saturday afternoon?" She asked suddenly, her words coming out in a rush. "I had you pegged for just rolling out of bed around this time after sleeping off a long night of debauchery."

Puck considered her words, considered the truth in them. Mike Chang had thrown a seriously off-the-hook party last night, a few of the slutty girls at their school getting so trashed that they'd actually had sex in the middle of the whole thing. If he hadn't been so far gone the whole thing might have seemed sad, but instead it was just really fucking hot. As long as he wasn't the one getting crabs, party on.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Tinkerbelle."

That nickname wasn't as insulting as his usual 'sweet cheeks,' but it also didn't have the same endearing quality as the other. Especially not when he'd said it last month in the middle of glee, where it then quickly spread to the whole school. Everyone was making fun of her obsession with ballet or pointing out how she was vertically challenged. Some would come up to her pretending to think happy thoughts or asking for pixie dust.

Honestly, most of the time she wanted to kill him.

"I'd be willing to teach you some things, though," he leered, again looking up and down her body.

"You're incorrigible." This time she managed to walk away from him fast enough that he couldn't grab her, but that didn't stop him from following her toward the locked studio upstairs.

Puck watched her hips sway from side to side as she took each step, his smirk widening on his ascent. Hate her or love her, Rachel knew how to work it. She more than made up for her shortcomings (no pun intended), and apparently had no beef with dressing like an adult when she came to the gym. Her tight black spandex Capri pants accentuated every tantalizing curve of her lower body. Her tight calves, her shapely thighs, her hot ass.

He groaned out loud when his thoughts got the best of him, and she turned to scowl in his direction. Puck played it off jokingly, waiting for her to turn around before he smacked her on the ass. Rachel glared at him over her shoulder while unlocking the door, stepping inside and flicking on the lights before turning back to face him.

"Do you need something, Noah?"

"You offering?"

She sighed again, turning back around to head toward the sound system. The studio room was stifling hot, none of the fans on since it was usually locked up all weekend. She'd arranged to spend a few hours every Saturday inside the room alone, needing the open area to practice her dances. Brittany had actually been the one who gave her the idea after the ditzy blonde said she used to do the same thing before she locked herself inside and was stranded for a week.

Rachel still wasn't sure if she'd been serious about that.

"Since you are just standing there taking up space, would you mind flipping on that switch for the fans?"

"Why are you dancing here?" He asked even while obeying her request. He felt like those kids in the nursery rhyme standing in there, burning up in an oven and some shit. "Don't you have a whole ballet studio at your beck and call?"

"Ballet's over, Noah."

"Well … you have a basement the size of my whole fucking house."

"The wall-to-wall mirrors help me notice the subtle flaws in the routine, and the hardwood floors are just easier for the entire thing than carpeting."

"Preaching to the choir, babe." Puck laughed out loud when she didn't seem to understand his reference. "I'm more of a landing strip guy myself, but I hear where you are coming from."

"I loathe you," she stated matter-of-factly, turning back toward the stereo to start up her warm-up music. While she was used to classical musical and the gentle tunes used for ballet, when she was practicing Rachel always used hip-hop music. It was more conducive to burning a sweat, and the beats forced her to move more naturally and stay flexible.

"The fuck's this?"

"It's workout music." She rolled her eyes, adjusting the volume a bit so it could completely surround her from even the furthest spot away from the speakers.

"Uh, no." Puck shook his head, still smiling. She'd turned up the music so loud that he was forced to basically yell. "It's fuckin' music."

"It's part of my dance routine, Noah," she chastised in a tight tone, silently begging him to keep his voice down if he was going to use such inappropriate language.

"Yeah. The no pants dance."

He laughed harder when her scowl deepened, loving getting under her skin. But it was Rachel who would have the last laugh, the matching coat to her Capri pants that she was wearing stripped from her body in fury. Underneath was hiding a form-fitting pale pink racerback tank top. Since it was basically see-through, Puck could also see the racerback black sports bra underneath as well as the expanse of perfectly smooth olive skin of her midriff.

"Goodbye, Noah."

Puck had been so busy ogling her that he barely noticed her pushing him outside the studio room. Rachel slammed the door in his face, somehow managing to lock it louder than it needed to be just to prove that he wasn't welcome. But he kept watching her through the small side window, his forehead resting against the glass while his eyes danced along with her. He could feel the music but couldn't hear it, so instead he just focused on her movements.

Rachel was obviously just warming up, but knowing the song wasn't some Broadway bullshit just revved him up more. She had attitude when she danced, her hands skimming up and down her body while she made swift, erratic turns. She popped her chest forward with purpose, and dipped her ass almost all the way to the ground. Puck wasn't quite sure why she had put on high heels, but he wasn't going to complain either. She looked more like a pinup star than a goody-two-shoes choir girl priss, and he'd seriously never wanted anybody more than he wanted her at that moment.

Her eyes remained focused on her reflection, her gaze breaking only when she was whipping her hair into a turn or pop. She knew he was still standing by the door, and couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't left. Clearly he didn't come to the gym to stand around all day, but he'd been cemented to the same spot since she closed the door in his face almost fifteen minutes ago.

Casually, Rachel turned toward the door, playing off the change of direction as part of her dance even though her eyes went right to the exit. They stared at one another for a long second, her vision tunneled at the intensity in his gaze. But it didn't take more than a few more moments before he shook his head and turned to leave, a shadow of where he had been left in his wake. Rachel frowned slightly, the feeling that had risen in the pit of her stomach fading now that Puck had broken the spell.

She spent the next hour or so going over her dance routine, perfecting certain steps and altering others to make them a little more challenging. Rachel was a phenomenal singer and a terrific actress, but dancing wasn't in her natural threshold. She took longer than she wanted to learn some of the choreography for glee, and the last thing she needed was to appear amateur next year during a big recital when everyone was watching. If she was going to be a star, she needed to practice.

Rachel dabbed the sweat on her forehead with her hot pink towel, pressing the soft fabric to her neck and chest while she tried to catch her breath. The fans were blowing full force now and the room was a cool, comfortable temperature, but Rachel still felt short of breath. She wished she didn't know why, but considering how focused her brain had remained on thinking about Noah, she had a pretty good idea.

She honestly did hate him. Every day since they'd made out and she and Finn broke up, Rachel hadn't been able to stop thinking about Puck and it was driving her mad. She had schoolwork and voice lessons and glee and a million other things to worry about, but her hormones were running amuck in her system. Everything went back to some crazy impure thought, and all those were centered around him.

He was irritating in a lot of ways, but what Rachel hated most was that he knew he was hot. Puck was charming and athletic and he could and did have any girl he wanted. Sex appeal dripped from his pores and Rachel wanted to be the exception, but lately she felt as much like a puddle in his presence as the rest of the girls who fell at his feet. The only difference was those girls were usually in and out of his life after a day or so, whereas she had to be around him day in and day out.

Aside from school and glee, his mom was actually really close with her dads, and they always sat next to each other at the synagogue. She'd had to put up with his immature whispering and inappropriate gestures since she was eight years old, only now she knew exactly what he meant, and knew he wasn't just saying those things to get a rise out of her. He had experience, and unless every single girl who had ever slept with him was lying, then his confidence was well earned and not faked, either.

Rachel sighed, grabbing her pink water bottle and heading out of the studio. She just needed to take a break to clear her head. Then she could go back in and really focus on her routine without hearing the tiny giggles of all those dumb girls talking about every detail of their escapades with Puck echoing in her head. Honestly, it was nauseating how little they left to the imagination; sex was supposed to be something shared between two people who loved one another, not just a random man and a random woman simply because they fit together.

"I knew you couldn't stay away."

Rachel groaned when she entered the pool's sauna, actually questioning her religion at that moment. Seriously, if there were a God then she wouldn't have gone to the one spot where the person she was trying to avoid was located. Unless, of course, God just had a sick sense of humor, which actually sounded about right. Her entire life was evidence to that fact.

"From the looks of it, you sweat enough in that studio."

Puck tried to make the best of a bad situation, turning on his Rachel-repellant – which was basically just flipping the switch from annoying to really fucking annoying. He'd spent the last hour lifting weights and running around the indoor track, but nothing seemed to get him out of his funk. He'd come to the sauna to relax, and leave it to Rachel to ruin even his best laid plans.

"Do I look bad?" She asked suddenly, a nervous lilt in her voice as she looked down and surveyed her attire.

What was once an almost-see-through tank top was now completely see-through, the straps on her shoulders loose and falling down her arms despite Rachel's repeated attempts to keep them upright. She'd put her hair up into a messy ponytail during the course of her routine, and it had come a little undone, too. She fussed with it as she sat down, giving up to again focus on the falling straps.

"You could just take it off."

Rachel scoffed at his suggestion but looked down at the fabric with equal hostility. The stupid shirt was clinging to her like a second skin, and the steam from the sauna was not helping the situation. If she'd been in here alone, or with people she didn't know, Rachel would have had no reservations about downsizing to just her sports bra. After all, it covered her more than her bathing suit did, and it wasn't like she was ashamed of her body, either. Ever since she really started to focus on her dancing, she'd actually gotten really tone and she was quite pleased with the results.

But she wasn't alone. And almost the exact opposite of a stranger, she knew Puck very well. He had some crazy sixth sense about girls' carnal desires, Rachel herself recently joking that he could sense a horny girl with a five-mile radius. For all his lewd comments and suggestive glances, though, Puck had promised her more than once that she wasn't his type, so maybe she had nothing to worry about. And if he'd been lying, then she'd have enough ammunition to last her for the rest of their high school career.

What was the harm in seeing how he'd react?

Puck gulped when Rachel's hands touched the hem of her tank top, his eyes following the seam of the fabric as it traveled up her body before being tossed carelessly on the bench to his side. Rachel took a seat next to the piece of clothing, her gaze straight ahead avoiding his while his was straight ahead, focused on her. She was such a fucking tease.

"Is that all it takes?" He strangled out, watching her profile closely. Her chest was rising and falling a little more quickly than it had been when she walked in, which didn't make any sense if she was coming down from her dancing high. He decided to test this theory. "You might be more comfortable without your pants on, too."

"Yes, but I'd imagine you would be a little more uncomfortable." She tossed him a look that heated up the room another ten degrees for Puck. Seriously? When did Rachel Berry perfect seductive eyes?

"You want to help alleviate some of my discomfort, Princess?"

"Alleviate?" She questioned on a snarl, her arms folding up under her rack. "Is that word worth two or three points in your PSAT practice test?"

He couldn't help but grin, pleased at how quickly she'd learn to fight back with him. Before she'd just tell him to shut up and pout, but now she was faster than a whip, ready to sling a comeback right at him if he engaged her. It was actually kind of hot, like verbal foreplay.

The only question was what she'd do if he really engaged her.

"Don't dish it out if you can't lick it up," he stated while peeling his own sweaty shirt off, throwing it to the ground and watching Rachel's reaction. Honestly he expected her to cover up any primal response she had with her typical loud-mouth arguments or a simple grunt and avoidance. He never expected her to look so … predatory. She legit hadn't blinked in a whole minute, her normally deep chocolate brown eyes clouding over but focused on the subtle beads of sweat that dripped down his chest and torso.

Was that how he looked at women because he felt like she was going to jump across the room and eat him alive?

"What do you want me to lick?"

Rachel didn't even recognize her own voice, the words spilling out of her mouth before she could censor them. The air in the sauna was thick, the steam mixing in with the heavy-lidded gazes being shared between the two occupants. She was in way over her head here, but it was like her brain had stopped functioning. The second Puck had taken off his shirt, something inside her snapped. And whatever it was, it was giving the orders now, not taking them.

"I've got a few ideas."

Fucking understatement of his life. Puck had about a million ideas on how Rachel could make good on her question. But he knew she was just fucking with him. He'd been around enough Cheerios in his time to know their group motto, and he knew a trap when he heard one. He wasn't stupid enough to say or do something that would get him into trouble, but he also wasn't going to be the first to back down. He wasn't a bitch.

"Want me to show you?"

Rachel inhaled a shaky breath, the steam seeping into her bloodstream. That was the only excuse for why she suddenly felt like any of that made any sense. There was no other reason for her to feel so dizzy and lightheaded other than she'd just been dancing for an hour and then come into this hot, steamy room. She had no other defense for why her head eventually nodded up and down, her body lifting to a standing position and her feet moving her to stand directly in front of Puck.

From his lounged position on the wooden bench, Puck had to tilt his head back to look into her eyes. He wasn't sure what he saw, but it certainly wasn't amusement. She wasn't challenging him or waiting him to fold like a cheap suit. Rachel Berry had just given him the green light.

And that meant go.

Puck leaned forward, his tongue darting out to make contact with the warm skin of her stomach. Ever so slowly he moved up her torso, his tongue taking the long route from her collar bone up her neck and then down her jawline before reaching her mouth. She was practically hyperventilating already, her hands gripping at the waistband of his gym shorts.

"Your turn," he whispered in her ear, his voice low and husky.

Rachel blinked a few times, waiting for her body to catch up to her brain but failing miserably as Puck continued to assault the sensitive area of skin right behind her ear. He was alternating between soft kisses and light nips, and Rachel couldn't help but clench his shorts in her hands tighter. When he dipped his head lower to tease the spot where her neck and shoulder met, the same muscle on his body caught her attention.

She watched it pulsate under his skin and was fascinated, watching a tiny drop of sweat fall from his hairline, over the muscle, and eventually down his back. Without warning, Rachel's tongue peaked out between her teeth, taking the same torturous trail that the drop had taken. She moved to Puck's side while continuing her ministrations, her tongue going all the way past his shoulder blades, down his spine, and stopping at the waistband of his shorts.

Puck's head sagged low during the course of Rachel's exploration. He actually felt a little woozy and tried to convince himself it was the heat getting to him, which wasn't actually far from the truth. Her tongue had left a trail of fire across his skin, each new spot set ablaze by her touch. He actually thought he might pass out, but he was going to keep going until she stopped or he died. One or the other.

"My turn."

He took back the reins, turning her around so her back was pressed against his chest. His hands moved purposely over her body, sliding down her slick, tone arms and then moving across her taut stomach. His fingers brushed over the fabric of her capri pants while his thumbs hooked under the fabric with the intent to pull them down. She let out a squeak that was muffled only by a low moan from deep in Puck's throat.

"Seriously, B?" He stopped his movements, his fingers touching the hidden skin but failing to rid her of the clothing. He turned her around instead, looking into her eyes as he pressed himself into her frame. "Commando?"

Rachel's chest was heaving she was breathing so hard, her heart thundering in her ears. "They're tight pants," she panted, barely able to say the three words without collapsing. His breath was dancing across the skin of her neck and she was really worried she might faint. "I hate panty lines."

He groaned again, pressing against her a little more insistently. It was enough to catch her off balance, Rachel falling back until she was sitting on the top of the bench with her back against the far wall. Puck was standing on one foot and kneeling on the bench with the other, his mouth practically suctioned to hers as he kissed her senseless. He propped his hands up on her bent knees, plunging his tongue deep in her mouth now that he had all the leverage he needed.

Rachel sighed into the embrace, her hands coming up to move through the short strands of his Mohawk. He grunted when her fingers got tangled and pulled away, but neither stopped kissing the other. Instead, Rachel moved her hands to his pronounced jaw, trying to pull him closer. As if he could get any closer.

"My turn," she purred, that unknown voice back and again taking control of her entire body. Her hands settled on Puck's shoulders, pushing him over and down before he could protest, her body quick to move over his to keep him still. And still as stone he was when she lowered herself into his lap, a low gurgling sound the only really thing she heard before resuming their heavy making out.

Puck honestly had no idea what had gotten into Rachel, which sort of pissed him off because he wanted to file it away for future reference. He wanted this shit to go down every damn day of his life, but how was that going to happen if he couldn't remember how it started? When she was kissing him like that, though, he could barely remember his name either so maybe it didn't matter.

"Mmmmm." Rachel tore her lips away from his, taking a few moments to catch her breath while her head sagged onto his shoulder. His hands were gripping her hips like he was afraid she was going to run away, but Rachel didn't even think she could walk right then, let alone bolt. But something about his grip, though tight and possibly leaving a bruise, excited her. It was so strong, so manly, and she found herself moving into his touch.

"F-fuck," he stuttered, trying to grip her hips tighter so she'd stop moving, but it only made her rock harder against him. This shit was getting serious now and he might lose it if they didn't cool it real soon. But that was his brain talking, his body having a whole different plan in mind. One hand lifted up to the back of her hair, yanking at the elastic band holding it all together so it pooled around her shoulders. He tangled his fingers in the soft strands and then pulled gently, Rachel's lips leaving his as her head fell back.

She continued to gyrate her hips against his, moaning as his mouth and tongue moved across her chest and newly exposed neck. He probed her pulse point with the tip of his tongue, and she wondered if he could feel her heartbeat against the thin flesh. She swore he could hear it in the quiet, small space, knowing he probably took some gratification in being the one making her heart race.

"Does this … does this feel good?"

He recognized that voice, that one still rare but far more common than the crazy seductive one from earlier. Rachel wasn't one usually to be unsure, and she certainly wouldn't draw attention to it. But these weren't necessarily usual times. She was rocking her hips into his without abandon and he was using both his hands on her ass just to create even more friction. No, these were special times.

"You tell me," he growled, thrusting a little harder into her movements. His gym shorts were providing little to no resistance for his massive erection, the hard flesh wonderfully trapped between their two bodies. He'd seriously never been this hard before, or at least that's what he thought until he felt Rachel pull away and fall to her knees.

The second her hand pushed down his shorts and gripped his length, Puck's head fell back against the top bench with a hard thud. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he legit thought he might be having a heart attack. He didn't care, though. This was without a doubt the best possible way ever to die.

Rachel's movements started out slow, this really being her first time in this situation. The thought alone was almost enough to pull her back to reality, but whether it was because of the heat or the hormones Rachel was way too far gone to turn back now. Everything about the last thirty minutes had just felt exponentially better, and until it stopped feeling good, Rachel wanted to know how much better it could get.

Tentatively, she leaned forward and touched the tender flesh with the very tip of her tongue, the sound of Puck hissing out a curse word urging her to continue her experimentation. She alternated between licking and sucking, sometimes using her hands to stroke his length and sometimes using them to tease his balls. She started to notice what things caused different noises from him and it sort of became a game.

When she engulfed his entire member, the tip hitting low in her throat, and started humming to the song she'd used for her dance routine earlier, Puck let out another strangled gurgling sound. Rachel smiled when she released him a pop, liking the type of power she had over him at that moment. In here, like this, it was like she was an entirely different person, a person who was attractive and desirable. She was sexy and knew exactly what to do to satisfy her man.

Rachel slid her tongue right over his tip and took him back into her mouth, bobbing up and down before dragging her eyes up his body. Sometime after she'd rounded second base and moved onto third, Puck had moved his head back to being upright, and he stared back at her with heavy-lidded eyes. She moaned at the lust she saw coursing through his brown orbs, the added vibration causing Puck to let out a slew of incoherent words before emptying himself completely into her mouth.

He gasped for breath, so utterly drained of air and bodily fluids that he almost didn't notice her lick her lips and smile up at him. Honestly, that small gesture instantly had him ready to go again, which is why he didn't even let her stand up but instead just (basically) tackled her to the ground. She actually giggled into the assault, and fuck if that didn't make him even harder.

Rachel's dainty hands caressed his sides, and shit was fucking with his head or something because he couldn't focus on giving her a proper hickey when she was doing that. The room had to be close to 150 degrees, and more like 200 in the spot between their two bodies. But her slow, methodical movements sort of tickled and then he … shivered?

Fuck that noise.

Puck rested his weight on his knees, using both his hands to grasp hers and lift them over her head. He secured them there with one hand, the other taking the same slow path she had just traced on his skin. Rachel writhed underneath him, desperately trying to release herself from his grip. Bitch hated not being in control, and that sort of got him off. Not only did his chest puff out a little when it seemed like he was the only one she'd let her guard down for, but he was totally cool with letting her dominate him, too.

He kissed her hard enough that Rachel thought she saw stars, her eyes shooting open once she felt where Puck's other hand had gone. With his palm against her most sensitive area, it seemed as if he found his destination, Rachel biting her lip when she felt him slowly move one finger over her. He continued kissing her, though, his tongue mimicking the movement of his finger as it slipped into her folds.

"Sssssshit," Rachel breathed, her head falling back to the ground. Puck moved to latch his lips to her overly exposed neck, and Rachel arched into him when she felt him nip at the heated skin. He inserted another finger and actually laughed when she cursed again, but Rachel could barely think straight let alone form an argument that would inform him that he was being very rude. In fact, as he moved his hand inside her pants so his thumb could rub against her clit, she didn't know if she'd ever be able to speak again.

"You like that?" He asked, his tongue tracing the outer shell of her ear before he blew on the lingering moisture. Rachel shuddered and answered in a groan, her hips thrusting into his touch. "You want more?"

"Pleeeease."

Puck grinned, liking that sound the best so far. He'd heard her reach some pretty high notes during glee and it was about fucking time he got one for himself. He let her hands go then, needing his other to pull back her sports bra. The second his lips surrounded her tight nipple, Rachel let out a piercing scream, her whole body tensing as she started to come undone. He felt her walls begin to throb around his fingers, and fuck if he didn't groan too when she dug her nails into his back before completely falling off the edge.

Rachel could barely breathe, but she clung to Puck anyway, holding him tightly by the shoulders as she slowly came back to reality. His was breathing heavily too, but Rachel wasn't sure if it was because of their actions or just being in the sauna. Sweat was pouring off both of them and the only thing surrounding them was more heat, but the second they felt a cool rush of cold air they wished they hadn't.

"What the hell is going on in here?"

Rachel hid her face in the crook of Puck's neck, his head coming up so he could look into the eyes of the intruder. She could feel every single muscle in his body tense up, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was because he was embarrassed or pissed they'd been interrupted. Knowing Puck and the many tales of places he's christened, she figured it was the latter.

"Are you OK?"

Puck crinkled his forehead in confusion, the maintenance guy's question certainly catching him off guard. OK? Let's see: He'd just had the best head of his life from the one girl he'd been trying to bone since seventh grade and then she let him finger fuck the shit out of her with seemingly every intention of going to the next level. Up until being interrupted, Puck was pretty fucking fantastic.

"The sauna is supposed to turn off after a certain length of time for safety reasons, but it's been broken for the past couple of weeks. How long were you two trapped in here?"

His questions continued to be met with silence, which only seemed to frighten the poor man more. He quickly knelt down to help Puck to his feet, the younger man smart enough to exaggerate his movements so the employee didn't notice his raging hard on. Puck grabbed his shirt from the floor to somewhat conceal the evidence and then used Rachel's shirt to dab the sweat off his head and neck.

"Can you two walk? We should get out of here."

Rachel looked back at Puck, her teeth worrying her bottom lip when he kept his head sagged low. She didn't know if he was avoiding looking at her or if he was just trying to seem like he was sick. Truthfully, she did feel really wobbly, but Rachel guessed that had more to do with Puck than the steam. Still, she accepted her water bottle from the man and drank every last drop, letting him lead her out of the room. Puck said he wasn't sure he could walk yet, so he stayed behind.

"We should get you checked out or something!"

"Honestly …" Rachel coughed on the word, it the first she'd spoken voluntarily since she sat down in the sauna. "I'm fine, Sir. Thank you for your concern, but I feel … great." She nodded in assurance, patting the gentleman on the shoulder before climbing back up the stairs to the studio. She looked at the clock and was surprised she'd been away for a whole hour. It was the craziest thing, since it felt like her time with Puck had lasted mere seconds.

Rachel sighed, bending down to get her spare water from the floor. She tipped it back and drank straight from the bottle, not once thinking about the germs on the cap or the dangers of the plastic bottle it had come in. No, after almost having sex in a community gym sauna with a guy who's had more sexual partners than lost teeth, Rachel was pretty sure the water wasn't going to make her sick. Rachel released the bottle with a gasp, surprised she'd drank the entire thing since she was still so thirsty.

Rather, her mouth was still watering.

"You forgot your shirt." Rachel's head whipped toward the door, her breath catching in her throat when she saw him. He still wasn't wearing a shirt, which typically wasn't allowed in the facility but they must have felt bad for presumably almost killing one of their members. He tossed it toward her and she caught it with a slap, the thin material so saturated with sweat that she knew she'd never be able to rid it of the smell.

"Thanks," she managed to whisper, her eyes remaining down and focused only on the garment.

Puck took a long pull from the water the gym had given him, hydrating his body while his brain tried to work through everything that had happened. He'd managed to get a grip on his giant boner, but fuck him if his dick didn't twitch when he walked into the studio and saw her standing there, downing that water like she'd die without it. He'd just been inside that mouth, and he'd never felt more jealous of a water bottle than at that moment.

"I'm sorry, Noah. About before." She lifted her gaze up to meet his, wishing he wasn't so good at hiding his emotions. Finn was easier to read. She knew when he was happy or mad or confused. But Puck … he could hate your living, breathing guts and still manage a smile if the situation called for it. But what did this situation call for? She wasn't really sorry, but it seemed like the right thing to say considering the caliber of women he was accustomed to. "That got entirely out of hand."

"No, it almost got out of hand." He locked the door with a smirk, strutting closer to where Rachel stood in the middle of the room. Maybe he was crazy, but he could tell she didn't believe what she was saying. He knew her well enough to know when she was lying, and he knew she wasn't sorry. And fuck if he was. "If it had gotten entirely out of hand, you'd be walking funny."

Rachel shook her head, noticing his advancement but suddenly unable to move. It was taking everything in her not to get closer, so standing still was actually a good thing. If she stood still, then she didn't seem so desperate. He wouldn't be able to tell that all she wanted to do was go back in time and finish what they had started.

"We can't do this."

"Your mouth is saying no," Puck said with a grin, watching as Rachel seemed to notice he wasn't going to stop until he touched her, her first step away from him hard and forced, "but your body is screaming yes."

"Says the rapist," she tossed back, taking another step away from him for every step closer that he took. Eventually she ran out of room, though, her back hitting the side wall while Puck dipped into her personal space. She closed her eyes when his breath hit her neck, flashes of their time in the sauna pushed to the forefront of her mind. Her hands lifted to his shoulders, her intention of pushing him away lost the instant the pads of her fingers made contact with the bare flesh.

"Tell me to go." It came out as a growl, Puck pushing his body harder against hers, his lips moving over her shoulders and neck, licking and nipping at the area just like before. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll leave."

Rachel whimpered, her hands falling from his shoulders to his chest. She could feel her brain telling her to do it, sending the signal to her hands to shove him away from her. But nothing was working. It was like all the wires were crossed, because instead of pushing him away, her hands moved to his back and she brought him closer. Her chin rested on his shoulder as he continued to assault her, Rachel's eyes fluttering open in pleasure when he touched a particularly sensitive area.

"Wait." Her vision was cloudy at best, but her eyes focused on the locked door and then the small window right beside it. Anyone walking toward the elliptical machines could see them, and if she was going to succumb to his advances, then they weren't going to get caught again. "Noah, the window."

Puck groaned, pulling back to look behind him. He saw the same thing she did, and sighed while quickly trying to think of a new plan. He was seriously going to bust a nut if this didn't happen soon, and fuck – this was going to happen.

"The other wall." Puck mentally tripped and almost literally did too when she lifted herself into his arms. He pushed her into the wall, pivoting his hips against her center recklessly. "Noah!" She gasped, clutching at his shoulders. "The. Other. Wall."

He groaned and slowed his movements, getting a tighter grip around her waist while the other settled under her ass. He whipped them around and walked the necessary ten or so long paces it took to get them to the other side, away from prying eyes. Her body slammed against the flat surface, Rachel immediately lifting her hands to rid herself of her sports bra.

It was all the invitation he needed, his head sagging just enough to flick his tongue over one of her nipples before sucking the tiny nub in his mouth. She sighed into the teasing, rocking her hips against his again. Her rhythm matched his and they both silently agreed they'd had enough foreplay downstairs.

It was time to get to the main event.

Rachel slid down the wall with a slippery screech, her feet landing unsteadily while Puck continued his descent, taking her pants along with him. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to fight down the nervous feeling fluttering in her stomach, hating how exposed she felt then. But when he came back up to her level, the look in his eyes a mix of lust and something she'd never seen before, all her worries escaped her. She suddenly had nothing to be afraid of.

"You're fucking incredible," he said when she pushed his gym shorts off his hips, letting them pool at his feet. She smiled, thinking that was the closest Puck had probably come to being sincere in this situation, and decided to take it as a compliment. With a little hop and Puck's hands gripping both of her inner thighs, Rachel situated herself back on the wall.

"You're … clean, right?"

Puck's eyes were focused on the mirrors to his right, seeing the reflection of Rachel using her back to secure herself above him almost hotter than seeing it in front of him with his own eyes. His junk looked huge even ten feet out and fuck if that wasn't awesome. But then he heard her question and the reality of everything hit him like a train. His gym shorts didn't have pockets and he certainly wasn't going to leave her here to run downstairs to his wallet to get a condom.

But he wasn't going down that road again either.

"Yea, but …."

"It's OK." Rachel inhaled a deep breath, nodding her head in assurance even as she poised him at her entrance. "I'm on the pill."

"Fuuuuuck, I love you." Puck drawled out the first word, but the other three came out in a rush and were almost drowned out completely by Rachel's hiccup of a scream when he thrust deep into her center. His confession, whether honest or not, was enough to keep her mind from focusing on the pain. Instead, she turned her head to her left, her eyes focusing on their reflections. Puck wasn't moving in a somewhat noble attempt to give her time to adjust to everything, but she could see the muscles in his back and legs pulsating from all the pressure.

He must have felt her eyes on him, because he lifted his sagged head from her chest and met her gaze in the mirror. They stared at one another for a long moment, each of them trying to read the other's expressions for things that weren't prepared to say. Rachel came to understand that Puck's confession wasn't just a slip of the tongue, and Puck totally got what it meant that Rachel was letting him be the one to take her virginity.

And with all that silently cleared out of the way, their hips started moving against one another's. It was slow at first, Rachel still getting used to everything and Puck trying to swivel his hips in just the right way. Then Rachel slipped down the wall only about an inch, and that was all it took for his pubic bone to rock against her bundle of nerves in exactly the right way. She called out in ecstasy, her nails once again digging deep into the contours of his back.

Puck hissed when he felt her break the skin, but considering the bite marks she had on the juncture where her neck and shoulder met, he couldn't really complain. He couldn't do anything but continue to pound into her, his eyes once again moving to the mirror when she arched even further into him. He felt deeper than he'd ever been before – in all aspects of the word – and after their activity in the sauna, he knew the end would be coming soon.

Rachel hiccupped on another gasp of air, choking on nothing as a light, falling feeling started in her throat and then moved down her stomach. One of Puck's hands that didn't have a firm grip on her ass moved between them and when he pinched her clit, the light feeling burst into flames and seared through her entire body. She let out a high-pitched gasp before Puck closed his mouth over hers, halting any further suspicious noise from filtering out of the locked studio.

A few more powerful thrusts and Puck was a goner. He'd never gone bare back in a girl before (he might be clean, but he wasn't always so sure about some of the other sluts he banged regardless of if they were on the pill or not), and the feel of Rachel's walls clenching around his dick sent him somewhere past the stratosphere. He emptied everything he had left to offer, his body emptying of strength too.

Without Puck's arms helping keep her upright, Rachel slid back down to the floor. Her legs felt like jelly, too, so she couldn't really fault him for letting her fall. She did however miss the full feeling she had from him being inside her the second they parted, and wondered what she might have gotten herself into. How was she going to live with this moment being pushed back to the far recesses of her mind? How would she handle it the next time she heard about Puck and another one of his trysts? What would she do if she became one of the stories?

"Ya'ok?" His breath was ragged like hers, both of them trying desperately to come back down to Earth with little to no structural damage. Considering her previous thoughts, she wasn't sure what her answer was, but she nodded nonetheless. Puck nodded too, taking her by surprise when he pressed his lips against hers. It wasn't rough as their previous embraces, his tongue moving against hers languidly, as if he had all the time in the world.

As if he wanted the moment to last forever.

"I look like a mess," she settled on a irrelevant statement, her reflection staring back at her in pity. Her lips were red and swollen, her cheeks flushed pink and her hair a complete disaster. She managed to get her clothes back in place, but it was no easy feat considering all the sweat clinging to her body. Puck looked exactly the same as he did when he walked in from the sauna, which was only a little frustrating.

"I don't think you've ever looked hotter." She furrowed her brows at his words, not really knowing it they were a compliment or not. "But, you're right. I think we could both benefit from a long, hot shower."

"Noah." Even after everything that just happened, Rachel found it in herself to blush at his purposeful use of the words "long" and "hot". It's funny that something she would have found completely infuriating this morning and suddenly seemed so … hot. "I think we should just … get out while we are ahead." She felt the words form on her tongue and escape her mouth before she could even stop them. She was a rambler. It was just a fact. "I mean, this was … lovely … and I appreciate everything you've done for me and hope I lived up to some sort of sliding scale of decent. But … we both know this was just a one-time thing and it would be easier if …"

"One time?" Puck shook his head, invading her personal space again as he leaned into her. "Fuck that noise." He kissed her hard, putting some meaning behind the embrace. "I don't just want a slice of Fuck-Berry pie." He grinned, pushing back to look into her half-closed eyes. "I want the whole thing."

"Really?"

"What can I say?" Puck shrugged casually, letting his voice hit an unusual, vulnerable timbre. "I like forking you."

Rachel rolled her eyes but couldn't stop her smile from widening, again thinking that was probably the best she was going to get out of him. Puck wasn't the type of guy who was big on grand romantic gestures or even mushy sentiments, so that crude joke was probably his equivalent to asking her out.

"Ditto."

"Good." Puck smirked, liking this new side to Rachel. She wasn't as suffocating as last time, and she was certainly more adventurous. He almost expected her to stop in the middle of everything and demand he sing a show tune or some shit. And, fuck, knowing the end result, he would have done it. In costume and everything. "So how about that shower?"

"Well …" Rachel trailed off, walking away from him toward her bag. She stuffed everything inside and got the key for the room before turning back around to him. "I'm am feeling kind of dirty."

"Fuck yeah you are." Puck unlocked the studio door, stepping through the frame and holding the door open for her. She whispered her thanks while locking the studio back up, blushing again when she turned around and he took her hand in his. She felt like there were a million pairs of eyes on her at that moment even though there were only a few people running on the treadmills nearby.

"In hindsight, maybe we should have turned on the music to sort of … drown out all the noise."

"It was fuckin' music," Puck said, thinking that was a missed opportunity. He'd wanted to screw her in that room the entire time he was watching her dance, but he sort of forgot about the music after everything that happened in the sauna. "Maybe next time."

Rachel blushed and grinned wider, feeling her cheeks actually hurt they were spread so wide. "Ugh. I don't know what's gotten into me."

"I do," he leered, moving her arm up so his was draped over her shoulder and their hands were clasped over her chest. He placed his mouth mere millimeters from her ear, and she shuddered before he even said anything. "Me."

"I really do hate you sometimes. You know that, right?" She said it with a smile, which was something Rachel figured she was going to have to get used to if this thing with Puck was actually going to turn into something.

"Yea." He grinned back, walking backward toward the locker rooms while Rachel was going to walk to the front desk to give back the studio key. The separation would be long enough that each of them could sneak into the woman's restroom without anyone noticing. "We can talk about that in the shower."

Rachel wished she had something snappy to say back, or could at least give the illusion that he was dreaming if he thought she would always accept such a blasé attitude when it came to sex, but for the life of her she couldn't even manage to fake apathy.

She wanted to get wet.