- Puck: I know you don't.
- Puck: So, what's up tonight?
- Quinn: Good.
- Quinn: You I'm assuming ;)
- Puck: Oh, I always am.
Sex with Puck was better than being drunk. There was this high after they were together that seemed to last forever. She knew it had to do with body chemicals, but it was pretty awesome. “Ughhh.” She groaned as he pulled out of her. This was her least favorite part. Pouting her lips, it quickly vanished when he took her hand and scooted closer to her. It was a quiet moment. Just the two of them, and she never wanted it to end. There were so many moments with Puck she never wanted to end. Finally resting her head on his chest, Quinn sighed contently. “Did you eat earlier? I can cook you something.. or we can just lay here.” Really she was trying to prolong his stay, hoping he’d stay the night.
Gathering her in his arms, Puck smiled as she rested her head against his chest. The room was quiet save for the crackling of the fireplace. He couldn’t ask for a more romantic and peaceful situation. Kissing the top of her head, he replied, “I don’t know. I think I just wanna lay here for a while.” That was probably her subtle way of prolonging his stay, but to be honest, he didn’t plan on leaving any time soon. He was content with spending as much time with her as possible. Running a hand along her arm, Puck held her close as he said, “I’m glad I came.” After a few seconds, he chuckled and added, “Over. I’m glad I came over. I had a good time on Christmas, and I was wanting to see you again.” She was the only girl he looked forward to seeing outside of sex. When he hung out with Quinn, it wasn’t even about that.
“God.” Quinn whined out, her head pressing against his shoulder as her body shook in pleasure. She didn’t see herself with any other man. If she could, she’d make Puck settle down with her. She could probably convince him to do it overtime of course, but it was a possibility. Feeling his warm seed fill her up, she gasped, her leg wrapping around his waist and pushing him deeper inside of her. “So good, baby! You feel so good!” She exclaimed. She couldn’t explain the fullness feeling she felt, the warmth, or even why she liked it so much. She just liked knowing it was him. “Thank you, baby.”
As his chest rose and fell, Puck tried to catch his breath. She certainly didn’t need to thank him. Together, they were perfect. Over the course of their relationship, Quinn had grown so much sexually. She was much more open and confident with herself, and that turned Puck on. Once he was able to get his breathing under control, he swallowed thickly and slowly pulled out of her. With a groan, he rolled onto his back and laid next to her. He definitely wasn’t cold anymore. Turning his head ever so slightly, Puck reached for her hand and placed it on his chest. He intertwined their fingers and scooted his body even closer to hers. He was cuddling in front a fireplace. That certainly wasn’t the Puck he used to know. Leaning over to her shoulder, he kissed it before closing his eyes. He wasn’t sure what to say. All he knew was that he didn’t want to ruin the moment.