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I love you!

I love you too. You know you’re the hottest wife in the world, right? 

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I get to wake up to this every day. The view is unbelievable. #imaluckyguy

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Text ➝ Rachel

Rachel: Stay. I don’t want you to have a hard time because you’re leaving. And you do always leave early.

Rachel: I can handle it until you get here.

Puck: I’m always leaving early because I know what I’ve got waiting for me. You.

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Text ➝ Rachel

Rachel: Then stop playing basketball and come home.

Puck: Tempting.

Puck: Playing with you is a lot more fun.

Puck: The guys keep giving me shit for leaving early, but they don't have you waiting for them at home.

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Text ➝ Rachel

Rachel: :(

Puck: I'm kidding, baby. I wanna see you and your boobs.

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Text ➝ Rachel

Rachel: And you want to see me!!

Puck: That too.

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Text ➝ Rachel

Rachel: You're very easy to convince.

Puck: I had two very good reasons to agree.

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Text ➝ Rachel

Rachel: You should come visit.

Puck: Baby. You know I'm not gonna say no to that.

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Text ➝ Rachel

Puck: I miss you too. All three of you.

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rachberries‌:

Not on purpose!

Still your fault. 

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We are. I don’t know how you’re allowed to look like that.

You’re one to talk. You’re the one that makes me wake up to a boner every morning. 

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I know. That’s why it’s not fair.

I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing here, baby. 

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This isn’t fair.

It’s totally fair. And you can vouch for me that, I most definitely, did wake up like that. 

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I woke up like this. 

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So many things about this night were making her feel like she was living in some distant dream reality. First, it was the fact that she was even here to begin with. Then it was that she was here with Noah Puckerman, of all people. And then it was that she was now sharing a last name with him … because they were married! Finish it off with the fact that she was prom queen? In her wildest dreams, she couldn’t have even imagined this night playing out like it had. A soft smile was one her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I know you will.” His whole thing tonight had been that he wanted to make this the best night possible. For some reason, that involved keeping his hands in respectable places. She had gotten him to break those rules a little bit, but not as much as she thought she would. Not that she had any qualms with him doing what he had been doing. It was cute that he thought anything other than being with him would make the night perfect. He was all she needed to be happy and content. As the song continued, she swayed with him to the music. “Thank you,” she blushed at his words. It wasn’t often that she felt as beautiful as she did when she was with him. He had done wonders for her self esteem. “You always make me feel like the most beautiful girl in the room but tonight … I don’t know how I got so lucky with you.” He had always been the one to say that he was lucky for ending up with her and having her in his life. Don’t get her wrong, she knew that he was certainly appreciative of her and was happy to have her as his partner. But it was very much a mutual feeling, even if he felt like he couldn’t give her everything she wanted. Which was another one of his outlandish thoughts that could be discussed another time. “I love you more than you’ll ever know, Noah Puckerman.” One of her hands slid down his front until it was flat against his chest before she leaned her head against him. 

She stayed that way until he pulled her in for a very dramatic kiss. Before her relationship with him, she thought PDA was a little disgusting and unnecessary. It was just because she didn’t have anyone to do it with. Now, she could barely keep her hands off of him for longer than five minutes. It was different with them, though, because they were married. At his words, she giggled and rolled her eyes. “Not me,” she pulled him in for another quick, soft kiss before their friends started to pile in. “I love you, prom king.” She let him go get his punch while she headed over to the table with their group of friends, her plastic crown firmly on her head. “I really thought I wasn’t going to win,” she started, “I guess he campaigned for me or something.” Which he probably did and everyone managed to keep it a secret from her. It wouldn’t be the first time he did something that extreme just to see the smile on her face. Another reason why he was the best husband in the world. “I just hope that someone isn’t upset about it.” Her eyes moved over to Noah talking to Quinn. The other girl didn’t seem too upset that she didn’t win. She was glad that the three of them were past that point in their relationship - where they all acted like they hated each other. It was a lot easier now that they were all friends with each other. “Hi,” she smiled once he returned to the table. “That crown looks good on you.” As if on queue, the principal came back and said there would only be a few more songs until the event was over. And, again, stressed that there was a school sponsored after party that everyone was invited to. “Do you want to go finish up or do you want to … maybe go get a head start on getting ready for later?” That could mean a plethora of different things, but he was probably picking up what she was putting down. 

Getting ready really wasn’t going to take either of them that long. She planned on just swapping her dress and heels for items that were a little more comfortable. Despite his desire to make the night as perfect as possible, she fully expected for his ‘limited hands on Rachel’s body’ to go out the window at the after party. She was going to do her best to encourage that outcome as well. She may have planned to make it a little harder than she normally would. Was she planning on wearing his basketball jersey with a pair of spandex shorts underneath it? Yes, she was. And she knew that he was going to have a pretty hard time with that. The small 23 tattoo on her lower back had practically driven him crazy. It didn’t take a genius to see what would come if she was in his jersey. That was her goal, though. That combined with the both of them removing clothes … they were going to need longer than everyone else to fully get ready to go to an after party. The music started up again, so she grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and tugged him closer to her. “I think you know what I want to do,” she whispered, her lips lightly brushing over the underside of his jaw. It was him. She wanted to do him. She was positive that the feeling was mutual.  “And since I am the queen … I think you might have to listen to me.” Yeah, she was definitely going to use that as her excuse for pretty much everything for the next few days.  “Also, I don’t think the King and Queen stay until the end of the party anyway. Royalty can never be the last to leave.” It was also worth noting that her feet were starting to hurt. Some people have removed their shoes but she didn’t want to do that “Also, my feet hurt and, if I’m being honest, I want to go be with you … alone.”

It was turning out to be a good night. A really good night. And something told Puck that the best was yet to come. Emphasis on the come part, because he was pretty sure that was what they were both about to do. Excellent. “Well...you are my queen. And I think we do have to follow royal protocol. We’re definitely gonna need the extra time. I’ve been waiting to touch you all night.” The decision was easy; in fact, it required no thinking at all - leaving to go fuck Rachel was always going to be a yes in his book. Puck gave her butt a squeeze and nipped at her lips. “Let’s go, baby.” All of their friends must’ve already known what was about to go down, because they were very much giving them the same look they usually did when they showed up to places late. (So it was the same look they got all the time from them.) Whatever. He grabbed the few things they brought with them from the table, and came back and grabbed Rachel’s hand. “Ready, babe?” He gave her temple a quick peck and started to walk out to the car. Seeing as how they were the prom king and queen, they definitely got a royal exit, and everyone clapped and cheered for them when they did. “That was crazy,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “Crazy in the best way.” As soon as they got to the car, he opened the door for her with a wave of his hand. “My queen.” Of course, he had to slap her ass on her way in the car. For good measure. As he was buckling himself in, he leaned over the center console to give her a quick kiss. “You know, tonight was just...it was just everybody seeing what I see all the time. I’ve always thought you were amazing. From that first tutor session. You were mine from that day, too. Even if you didn’t admit it at first.” 

Even though it wasn’t all that long ago, it seemed like a whole other lifetime that he and Rachel didn’t get along with or know each other all that well. That’d been remedied pretty quick, though. Like after their first tutoring session, quick. It’d been that easy. For both of them, honestly. He wasn’t complaining. Obviously. Puck kept his hand on Rachel’s thigh the whole way home. He was tempted to let it roam and sneak into her panties and get the party started a little bit early, but he held off. Call him a sucker, but the way she was smiling and laughing had him thinking twice. Fuck it. No doubt there’d be orgasms involved later - it was them; it was inevitable. But he still wanted the good mood of the night to continue on and she looked so fucking adorable singing along and laughing to the music like she currently was. Damn. He really was a sucker. Puck never could’ve imagined turning down the opportunity to have sex or touch Rachel in any way, but here he was. Shit, he really did love her. “Home, sweet home, Mrs. Puckerman.” He grabbed her hand after opening the door for her, “or should I say, my queen?” He was fairly certain that was gonna be a thing for a while. “Shall we?” He led the way up the flight of stairs to their apartment, and once they passed the last step, he swooped in and picked her up. “You know, the last time I did this, I was calling you Mrs. Puckerman for the first time.” Once he’d opened the door, he put her down and immediately pushed her up against it. “Now I get to call you that forever.” Cupping her cheeks, he pulled her in for a deep kiss and echoed her earlier words. “I love you, Rachel Puckerman. More than you’ll ever know.” His arms automatically wrapped around her waist. “We might miss the party, you know. Keeping my hands off of you tonight hasn’t been easy. Being good is no fun.” 

But that was getting fixed. “To the bedroom.” Puck easily scooped Rachel up in his arms again and headed in that direction. After party or not, undressing Rachel was his biggest issue at the moment. He was okay with that. Very okay with that. “Baby,” he whispered, putting her down. “I love you. More than anything. Just saying that doesn’t even begin to cover it.” Automatically, he went for the zipper on her dress. He slowly unzipped it, then pushed the straps down her shoulders. “Been waiting for this all night.” As he pushed the dress down more and more, the more skin got revealed to him, and the more he pressed kisses down her back, until the dress was on the floor. He spun her around in his arms. Naked, wearing just the crown was a good look for her. His cock twitched in his pants. Rachel must’ve been feeling something similar, because he definitely noticed the way her nipples had instantly hardened once the cooler air of the room hit them. “Hi. I missed you,” Puck joked, pulling her flush against his chest. “Missed those, too.” Naturally, his hands found their way to her ass. “I’d ask you to marry me right now if you weren’t already my wife. You were so fucking beautiful tonight.” Both of their crowns got tossed on the floor. “Still gonna make you ride me with that on, you know. Don’t think I’ll forget.” His own pants and shirt were the next to go. “Lay down, babe.” He still pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, resting his weight on his side. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” he told her, cupping her breast and thumbing her nipple. “Yeah. I really missed playing with these. Don’t think I’m the only one, either.” He brought her in for a kiss before nuzzling his nose into her neck. “Did you have a good night tonight, baby? S’all I care about. You. Making sure it was everything you wanted.” His lips ghosted over her shoulder at the same time as him rolling and pinching her nipple between his fingertips. He could multitask; it was cool. “I know...really nothing about us has been normal, but I really wanted to give you tonight.” 

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She knew they were walking a very fine line. He was right - their hands on each other never really ended up with something that was appropriate. Let alone appropriate enough for a school setting. She didn’t even think using her signature ‘we’re married’ would work on their stuck up teachers. Under normal circumstances, she had the utmost respect for them. Prom with her husband certainly wasn’t a normal circumstance. Oh well. The dance floor was getting crowded enough that maybe - just maybe - they could blend into the group and no one would notice what they were doing. They certainly wouldn’t be the only ones doing anything against the rules. Once he spun her around, she easily fell into a rhythm of grinding her hips against him. It wasn’t something she thought she would be comfortable doing in public - let alone a school - setting, but doing it with him made it a lot easier. If anything, it only spurred her on. He seemed to be keeping himself under control pretty well, which was very impressive given the circumstance. At his words in her ear, she smiled. There was the Noah Puckerman she knew and loved. Before she could say anything, his lips were on hers. Thank God. She was surprised that they made it as long as they did without kissing each other. “They can try to tell us that we need to stop, but we’re not the ones being the most inappropriate. And we’re married. We win.” The few teachers that were scattered around their area of the dance floor were starting to give them threatening looks, forcing him to stop what he was doing. Which just wasn’t fair. Once again she was finding herself way too hot and bothered for her own good. Thankfully, she had a husband that would be good for it later in the night.  

Him leaving to go take off his jacket was a blessing in disguise. It gave her a second to get herself under control. It would have worked, but he came back with his leaves rolled up. His arms were one of her biggest weaknesses. He likely wasn’t doing it to torture her but it was. “Always miss you,” she smiled, her hands coming to rest over his. They didn’t have that much time left to dance because it appeared that it was time to announce prom king and queen. If she was being honest, it was the part of the night that she was looking forward to the least. “I’m not that worried about it because I’m not going to win. I told you. They’re going to vote for Quinn. The crown has had her name on it since elementary school.” Her hand twisted in his tie and she tugged him down so their lips were millimeters away. “I don’t need to win anything to make me ride your cock. I was ready to do that in the car.” She leaned up and captured his lips in a searing kiss. “It’s a shame you’re being on your best behavior tonight. We could have gotten a head start in the car.” It was kind of crazy to think about. Before him, she hadn’t really given much of a second thought to being intimate with someone. It just wasn’t all that important to her. It was established early on in their relationship that she was waiting until marriage to have sex. Yeah, she knew how it may have looked from the outside. She wasn’t having sex until she was married and then they got married. People could say what she wanted and they would - they have since the beginning of her relationship with him. While she could admit that their marriage happened rather quickly, it didn’t make their marriage any less real. She had gotten over feeling like she had to prove anything to anyone else. He was a pretty big help with that. If anything, all the negative things that people had to say about them made them stronger. Not that they needed it. They were solid from the beginning. 

Their principal took the stage and started talking about the school sponsored after party, along with a bunch of other things. She was almost positive that not very many people would be attending that after party. Them and their group of friends certainly weren’t. Noah was certainly corrupting her … in the best way possible. Leaving him with a final kiss, she spun in his arms and faced the stage. If she was going to have to watch her husband dance with his ex-girlfriend, she was going to spend as much time being as close to him as possible. Quinn was a nonissue in their relationship now. That didn’t mean that she was going to enjoy watching the two of them together. At the beginning, Rachel’s insecurities had been pushed to the forefront when it came to his past and his ex-girlfriend. It was never enough for her to think about ending their relationship, but it definitely caused her to need a little extra reassurance. She glanced up at him and kissed the underside of his jaw lightly. “Do you promise that you’ll come back to me after you’re king? I know I’ll be a commoner but I’ll still love you.” The plastic crowns were brought up on the stage and an envelope was presented to their principle. Everyone was quiet as the announcement was made that, of course, that Noah Puckerman had won prom king. Before he could make his way up to the stage, she cupped his cheek and gave him a kiss that earned a few cat calls from their peers. She just had to make sure that everyone knew he was hers. They were married; everyone already knew that he was hers. She just needed to emphasize the point. “I love you. Go get your crown, baby.”

“Don’t tempt me. I’ll still take you out to the car and fuck you.” Corrupting Rachel, by far, had been one of his favorite parts of their relationship. Turning tutor girl into a pile of mush that only begged for him to touch her was...well, he didn’t know what it was, because he highly fucking doubted there was a word to describe how much he liked it. She was so sure that she wasn’t winning the prom queen title, but Puck wasn’t as confident in that assertion. Maybe because he might’ve campaigned for her a little. Just a little. Just, like, telling the entire basketball team to vote for her and telling them to tell all their friends to vote for her. He didn’t mention it, just in case, but he knew his pull. He knew there’d be a sizeable amount of votes for her. And Quinn had come a long way and seemingly was over the whole being popular thing - so he knew she wasn’t actively campaigning for herself. The odds were in Rachel’s favor. He, however, knew he was winning. He didn’t really care, but he knew. He knew his place at school, and he was firmly rooted at the top of it. He listened to the principal blather on about some party the school was hosting after the dance that they definitely weren’t going to, and ran his hands up and down Rachel’s sides as he waited for the old man to get to the point. And then he did. Puck listened to everyone get quiet as the principal tried to build up the suspense. (Wasn’t really all that suspenseful, since he knew he’d win.) It definitely wasn’t like any of the moments in any of the movies that Quinn and Rachel had made him watch. Talk about anticlimactic. The best part, by far, was Rachel kissing him. He easily grabbed her ass and deepened the kiss until he heard a throat clearing in the microphone. 

“Right,” he mumbled, pulling away from Rachel. “Gotta get my crown.” His boys all gave him a slap on the back and some cat calls over his little show with Rachel. Whatever. What were they gonna do? Tell him he couldn’t kiss his wife? Fat chance. Anyway. His crown. He needed to get his crown. He accepted a handshake from the older man and turned towards the microphone. “Sorry. Like my wife always says - we’re married,” Puck said into the mic. He just shrugged and gave it back. He had a good feeling about what was gonna happen next. He was almost giddy while he waited. Fuck it, he might not have cared about winning for himself, but he wanted Rachel to have every single cliche moment that she’d ever wanted for tonight. What better moment could winning prom queen be? He guessed he was about to find out, but if he had to put money on it, going off of the look on Rachel’s face, there wasn’t gonna be one. She didn’t move, so he waved her up to the stage. He was tempted to go out there and get her, but she finally started moving after a (friendly) push from Quinn. Immediately, he reached out for her when she was within arm’s length and pulled her into his side. He wanted to kiss her, but settled for pressing his lips against her temple instead. And, okay. He might’ve given her ass a little swat. “I’m proud of you, Mrs. Puckerman. My wife.” Puck took his crown and placed it on his head. The principal started to hand Rachel hers, but he intercepted it. “Do you mind?” He took the crown from the older man and turned towards his wife. “My queen,” he joked. The smile on her face when he put the crown on her head was worth any feelings he may have had about this whole thing being dumb. “Come dance with me.” He probably shouldn’t have leaned in to kiss her, but he did anyway. Their teachers would be glad to know that it was entirely school appropriate. 

The song changed to something slow, and he led them out onto the dance floor to bask in their newly minted positions. “I love you, my queen.” His arms wrapped around her waist and her hands clasped around his neck. “Promise I’ll keep things school appropriate.” He definitely wasn’t about to pull any funny business during this moment. No. That would be the exact opposite of giving Rachel what she deserved. This was her moment; he wasn’t ruining it. “You look so beautiful tonight, baby. I know I’ve been telling you that since I picked you up, but it’s true.” It felt a little weird, dancing in front of everyone like that, but Rachel whispering in his ear made all the difference. As soon as their dance was over, he pulled her in for a kiss, and did the whole movie style swooping thing for dramatic effect. “My wife. The prom queen. Who would’ve thought?” When they broke apart, almost everyone was cheering for them and their respective teammates clamored out onto the dance floor to congratulate them. “I love you,” Puck whispered in her ear, “I love you, prom queen.” The cliches were piling up - the basketball player and the cheerleader, prom queen and prom king, teenage married couple...he could probably keep going. “Remember,” he said, giving her ass a squeeze, “you’re wearing that tonight while you ride me. Gonna look hot as fuck sitting on my cock with that on.” He broke away from her for a minute to grab another cup of punch. He’d also spotted Quinn hanging out by the punch bowl, and wanted to catch up with her for a second, too. Regardless of her bravado earlier about not caring about winning, he knew it was a title she’d been vying for for most of her life. “You doing okay?” She just shrugged and gave him a small smile. He wasn’t really sure what to say, so he did the next best thing and gave her a pat on the shoulder and changed the subject before they broke apart and joined their friends again.

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“You know you’re a little more than okay. You’re always a little more than okay,” she rolled her eyes. Seriously. Even when she was hell bent on not admitting that she liked him, she could admit that he was more than just a little attractive. Looking back, she didn’t really understand why she had held out so long on just telling him that she liked him. All it did was delay the inevitable. It was obvious that they were meant to be together. In the beginning it wasn’t all that clear, but it only took about a month for her to realize that what they had was something she wasn’t going to find with anyone else. Plus, it took a special type of get her to want to make out in the parking lot of a restaurant before prom. It was still exactly what she wanted, though. She knew he was trying to be good and keep his hands to himself, but she had needs. He was the one that made her aware of her sexual side anyway! He couldn’t be mad. Plus, there was no way he could look that good and expect her to not want to take a few minutes to express how he was making her feel. As much as she knew he wanted to keep his hands off of her, she knew that a part of him was very helpless to say no to her. Especially when it came to kissing her or anything else remotely in that realm. Once he called her baby and told her to come closer, she knew it was all over. For her and him. Him calling her any sort of pet name made her really weak. Add in his hand on her cheek and the way that he was looking at her and she was a goner. “I know. I do look pretty good tonight,” she teased, “But I’m proud of you for being as well behaved as you have been. I’ll be sure to reward you for it tonight.” She leaned over the console - he may not want to keep his hands at his sides but she really didn’t want to - to try to close the gap between them. It was a little bit of an awkward position but it was worth it. It was even more worth it when he broke the silly rules he had for the evening and started kissing her like she had been wanting. As the kiss got deeper and deeper, she threaded her fingers through his hair and moaned quietly. Her moan was quickly joined by a groan of his. It took a lot of self control, but she managed to suppress the satisfying smile that was threatening to slip out. So much for behaving, she thought. 

A small gasp escaped her lips when his hand found its way to her breast. All she wanted was to make out with him for a few minutes. Everything else was just a welcome bonus. And maybe she had an inkling that this would happen. “Baby,” she whimpered softly. Ultimately, this could end up with her being in a little bit of an uncomfortable situation. When it came to him, she could be turned on at the drop of a hat. He knew it - and took advantage of it - too. She couldn’t blame him. In fact, she used his lack of self control to her advantage sometimes. That’s just how they were. She was pulled out of those thoughts when he was pulling her in for another searing kiss. So rough that she felt her forehead hit against his. She was fully okay to push past that and get back to the making out but, apparently, her husband had other plans. At his desire to stop, she frowned. Just when she thought she was going to get him to not be on his best behavior. “But …” she pouted, which was quickly replaced with a quiet moan at his mouth on her nipple. Part of her knew that her wanting to stay in the parking lot and get hot and heavy with her husband was temporary. Long term, she’d much prefer to have spent the night at prom, dancing with him and her friends. Her breathing was a little erratic as she readjusted in her seat. “I’d be offended if you didn’t,” she smirked, adjusting her dress so she was properly covered. “I was fully expecting you to pull me onto your lap and fuck me in the parking lot.” She used their drive to touch up her makeup and her hair. It had become a little disheveled because of their antics in the parking lot. It was only going to get worse as the night went on. There were going to be teachers there chaperoning, obviously, so she knew they couldn’t get that hot and heavy on the dance floor. As much as she wanted to spend the night being close with her husband, the supervision was likely going to save them from getting a little too wrapped up with each other. Much like the drive was doing for them right now. She was almost positive that if they were in the car for that much longer, they both weren’t going to be able to be on their best behavior. 

At least they didn’t end up being that late. That makes it twice. It was incredibly rare for them to be on time to them to be on time to one thing. But two? In the same night? That was almost unheard of. Even though they weren’t that far behind their friends, the group still offered them a look that made it very clear they knew exactly the reason the two of them had trailed behind. Oh well. They were married. While he was off to get their drinks, she let her mind wander for a few moments. Her fingers absently started twisting her wedding ring around. She may have been thinking about ripping his clothes off, but he really was being very sweet tonight. Not that he wasn’t always sweet. She was perfectly aware of how lucky she got in the husband department. There was really no one better for her than him. And him doing the simplest things like going and getting her drink made her realize that. She offered him a smile when he came back with her punch before reaching up and pulling him down for a soft kiss. It was innocent, which was a rarity for them. “I want to dance,” she told him, a small smile on her face. His hand in hers, she tugged him out to the dance floor. A couple of her cheerleader friends were out there doing … exactly what she had expected them to be doing. “We don’t need to dance with them. I think they’re going to get lectured about being school appropriate any second.” There was an empty spot for them and their friends towards the front of the dance floor, so she led him over there. Despite the music definitely not being the type to slow dance to, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I just … I really love you,” she smiled softly, her hand sliding down to his chest slowly, “you always make me feel like the most beautiful and most special girl in the room. Tonight is just … you’re doing a really good job.” She knew there were teachers floating around but they were married. It was a lot harder to tell someone they couldn’t kiss their husband. “I do want to dance with you but …” She paused and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Maybe she grabbed his hands and slid them a little lower on her waist. “You’re going to have to show me what’s appropriate and what’s not.”

Pretty much like he expected, Rachel led him out onto the dance floor as soon as possible. He was a little (more than a little) disappointed that his favorite way of dancing, or, really, Rachel just grinding on him, would likely be out of the question tonight. At least until they got to the after party and could do what they wanted. (Rachel; Rachel was what he wanted to do.) “Told you. You deserve the best night.” Fuck the rules. He needed to kiss his wife. Right now. Whether it was appropriate or not, be damned. They were married. Who was gonna tell him he couldn’t kiss his wife? No one. That’s who. Rachel was on the same wavelength. He gave her a soft kiss on the lips, then pressed his lips to her forehead. “I love you. So much, baby. But I gotta tell you, if it involves my hands on you, it’s not gonna be appropriate. Ever.” He gave her butt a quick squeeze and shot her a smirk. “But we’re behaving, right? Just...don’t do what you normally do. I’m not getting a boner in front of everyone here.” Test number two. Keeping his hands in a place that was appropriate in public. Well, mostly. No way was he not gonna cop a feel when he could every now and then. He was behaving; he wasn’t dead. He took another minute to kiss her nice and slow (and appropriately, unfortunately) before he pulled away with a groan. “Alright. Let’s dance.” He smacked her ass and turned her around in his arms so her back was facing his front. Other people were out there with them now, so he felt a little less awkward and exposed about it. The music was upbeat and easily danceable, though. He hated it, but it was the kinda stuff that Rachel loved listening to. So. That was really all that mattered.

Shit was hard. Definitely a little bit harder than he thought. Having Rachel’s ass grinding up against his dick was a true fucking testament to his willpower, because all he wanted to do was hike her dress up and bury his cock inside of her. Did he? No. He kept his hands at a respectable place on her waist, and despite the grinding, managed to keep things clean enough that they hadn’t been broken up yet. He suspected if they were just a normal couple that might not have been the case, but he didn’t care. “Be careful,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck, “I might wind up dragging you into an empty classroom so I can fuck you.” Puck palmed her ass and kneaded the perfect globe in his hand. He threw caution to the wind for a minute there and tipped her head back and gave her a couple of lazy kisses as they swayed back and forth. “Think somebody’s gonna tell us we need to stop? I’d be surprised if we make it out tonight without at least one warning.” Pulling away from her mouth, he kissed his way down to the crook of her neck and left a smattering of kisses on her skin there. “Not too sure if the ‘we’re married’ excuse is gonna work on them, though. Guess we’ll find out,” he said, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth. He backed off after that. He could tell from the looks on some of their teacher’s faces, he was toeing the line of what he could and couldn’t get away with it, but most importantly, he’d achieved his goal of riling Rachel up.

“I need to take this off, baby. I’m hot as fuck.” He naturally ran hot as it was, and coupled with dancing close with Rachel and all the people packed into the room like a can of sardines, the temperature was rapidly rising for him. “Be right back.” He left her with a kiss, then tossed his jacket over the back of his chair and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Honestly, he just wanted to strip down to the wife beater he had on underneath it, it was so fucking hot in there. He chugged what was left of his drink (and Rachel’s) before going back out there to her. He immediately wrapped her up in his arms and made a show of kissing all over her neck and shoulder with a bunch of exaggerated kisses. “Miss me?” The night was well underway, he realized, when he noticed all of their friends out there with them and most people out on the dance floor in general. Still wasn’t enough to drag him away from Rachel, but he doubted anything would motivate him to do that. A quick glance around the room told him it was probably getting to be the time for the moment everyone had been waiting for - who was winning the coveted prom king and queen titles. Teachers were huddled up together, discussing something, and he noticed an envelope in one of their hands. “It’s about that time, baby,” Puck pointed out, nodding towards the group of adults. He spun her around to look at her. “Just want you to know - if you win tonight, I fully intend on making you ride me while you wear the crown. Haven’t decided if I mean my dick or my face. Might be both.”

Suit & Tie