Puck

Puck was still nervous about the letter he'd wrote Kitty. He'd put most of his thoughts in it but there still things that he hadn't said. As he made his way toward the mattress, his hands were shaking as he thought about actually talking to her. When the small blonde finally came into view, Puck smiled and moved down beside of her on the bed. "Thanks for the letter," he said, rubbing over his face. "How are you doing?"

Kitty 's heart jumped in her chest when he came in the room, a smile making it's way onto her lips immediately. She didn't say anything as he sat down, not sure what she /should/ say. She leaned over and pressed her lips against his, her palm resting against his cheek even after she'd pulled away. "I'm feeling better than I have in a while," she told him, her eyes searching his. "And I should be the one thanking you. Your letter was the best present I could get."

Puck kissed Kitty back, a little taken aback by the sudden movement, but he wasn't going to complain. Smiling, Puck searched her eyes with his. "Yeah? Well I'm glad I could make you smile," he said with a shrug. "How about your arm? Is it all healed up and better now?"

Kitty looked down at her arm, lifting it so he could see. "Not completely better, but doing really well." She grimaced a little, noting just how bad the scar would be. "It's never going to look good, but hey...what's a few scars at a time like this, right?" She dropped her arm and looked over at him. "What about you? How are you?"

Puck rolled his eyes and reached forward to brush his fingers against her skin. "It doesn't matter -- you'll still be beautiful." He licked over his lips and shrugged. "I'm doing a lot better than I was before. I hate being mad all of the time over nothing."

Kitty smiled at his words and touch, catching his hand with hers and threading their fingers together. "So why be that way?" she asked him, her eyes moving from his to their hands.

Puck shrugged. "Because I didn't have anything to make me happy until now." With Kitty around, it was impossible for Puck to be angry.

Kitty 's smile widened and she looked back up at him. "You in love with Blaine now too?" she teased, laughing a little. If he really was, though, she'd burn down the whole hardware store.

Puck narrowed his brows playfully before smiling. "Blaine is a cool dude and all, but I like lady parts way too much to convert."

Kitty swallowed hard, suddenly nervous. She and Puck had messed around quite a bit, but after she'd told him she had teeth in her vagina- she blamed Netflix and the move Teeth for that one- he'd seemed to think she was crazy, and for good reason. "I, uh...I don't really have teeth...down /there/," she told him, blushing heavily and not looking at him.

Puck chuckled into the open air and rolled his eyes. "What a relief," he said, biting down on his lip. He'd always doubted her -- but he never knew. "And what's making you tell me this now?" he asked, looking back at her with a smile.

Kitty rolled her eyes too, though she hadn't seen him do it. "Well, because you're talking about lady parts and..." She trailed off, taking a deep breath. "I just wanted you to know that." If the floor opened up and swallowed her now, she'd go gladly.

Puck reached over and rested his hand on Kitty's side as he moved to lay down. "Now you know I'm going to hit on you about ten times harder, right?"

Kitty put her hand over his and stretched out beside him, resting her head on her arm. "You can hit on me harder?" she joked, her fingers brushing over his knuckles. "You'd let a little thing like a vagina with teeth throw you off?"

Puck kissed her shoulder and nodded. "There's all kinds of harder hitting I could do," he joked. "A vagina with teeth is my dude's worst nightmare."

Kitty laughed. "You'll have to show me," she told him, her hand moving up his arm. "I figure it's probably every dude's dude's worst nightmare." And thus the reason she came up with such a thing in the first place.

Puck wiggled his brows funnily and grinned. "I can think of a lot of ways to show you chica." It really was. A vagina with teeth was terrifying. "I guess that makes sense. You definitely had me thinking twice before trying anything."

Kitty was pleased that her plan worked so well, and frustrated for needing a plan in the first place. Why couldn't she just be normal? "I got you something for Christmas," she told him. "I couldn't leave you out, even if your people killed the reason for the season."

Puck rolled his eyes once more and looked over at her. "Don't hate the Jews baby," he joked. "You didn't have to get me anything though. Really, it's cool."

Kitty laughed. "I don't really hate anyone," she told him. "Just so you know." She sighed. "And of course I had to get you something. And it's not practical and you'll probably hate it, but..." She lifted her hand from his arm and pointed to the corner of her little alcove to the guitar sitting there. "I figured you'd want one."

Puck grinned. He knew Kitty didn't hate anyone -- at least, anyone important. "Kitty," he said, quickly moving over to the guitar. "No way," he said, scanning over the fine instrument. "I was getting lonely without my baby," he joked. "Thanks." Puck moved back to the mattress and kissed Kitty softly. "Really though, thank you."

Kitty smiled against his lips, pleased that he seemed so happy with his gift. "I had several to choose from...not many people care about stuff like guitars right now, you know?" She shrugged. "But I knew that's what I wanted to get you, so there you go." She kissed him again, enjoying the feel of his warm lips against hers. "And you can share my backpacks if something happens." She still had her stocked backpacks ready for emergencies, and she always would. She wouldn't be caught in a church again.

Puck bit down on Kitty's lip gently and smiled. "You couldn't have gotten a more perfect gift. I'm starting to think that maybe I'm in the wrong religion." With the second kiss, Puck didn't want it to end, but once again it was broken off by talking. "And I will if I ever need them, but right now all I need is your lips." He smiled and pressed his lips back against hers, his eyes closed.

Kitty would have laughed at that, but her lips were suddenly otherwise occupied. Her hand moved up the back of his neck, pulling his head down to hers as her body curled over into him. Her tongue tentatively touched his lips, the same lips she'd kissed a hundred times. This felt different, though. Something had changed. Maybe everything had changed.

Puck wrapped his arms around her gently, afraid of hurting her because of the wound that had once been so badly on her arm. He parted his lips, allowing her tongue entrance. Everything between them felt right and it didn't matter to him that they were on a mattress in a hardware store.

Kitty deepened the kiss as they rolled over so that she was on her back, Puck resting between her legs. Her tongue teased his as she lifted her hips, pressing her body against his. Realizing what she was doing, she pulled back a little, embarrassed. "Sorry," she murmured, looking up at him with heavy lidded eyes.

Puck had been in the position many of times with Kitty, but he never felt like he did in that moment. Out of instinct, Puck pressed his hips back into hers and chuckled once she'd pulled away. "And why are you apologizing?" he asked, his hand moving to brush against her cheek. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Kitty moaned softly at the feel of his body pushing against hers. "I don't know," she admitted, feeling uncharacteristically shy. "And I don't really know what you want from me or what to do..." She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I'm an idiot. Sorry."

Puck shook his head and kissed Kitty's cheek. "Maybe I do want you, but I'm not going to be that kind of guy anymore. If you aren't ready, then I'm not going to force you into anything," he said quietly. "It comes a lot more naturally than you'd think."

Kitty felt herself smiling again. "What's with this maybe stuff?" she asked him, her hand cupping his cheek as she looked up at him. "I want you too," she told him. "I always have. I'm just new and don't really know how everything is supposed to happen." She closed her eyes. "I mean, I've had Sex Ed, but it leaves quite a bit of mystery..."

Puck chuckled and stared down at Kitty. She was definitely cute and worth the wait. "I could show you," he offered, his eyes searching hers. "We can take it slow and I promise I'll make it worth your first time. Even though I want to make it special for you."

Kitty 's body felt a thrill of heat at his words, her eyes not leaving his. "You can show me," she said, her voice breaking a little. "If you don't mind?"

Puck grinned and leaned down to press his lips against Kitty's gently before raising back up. "If you start to feel uncomfortable, you'll tell me, right?"

Kitty nodded, watching him curiously, wondering what he was going to do. Her eyes roamed over his arms, noting the strength there. She wanted to reach out and touch him but decided to wait in case she made a mistake.

Puck pulled off his shirt and threw it to the ground beside of them. He slowly reached for her shirt and pulled it off, throwing it the same spot before pressing his body back against hers. "Just relax," he breathed against her lips before kissing her.

Kitty felt anything but relaxed when his skin brushed against hers. He felt so hot, his body taking away the slight chill she'd felt when he'd removed her shirt. Her arms wrapped around him as she welcomed him back into her arms, her hands running down his back.

Puck liked the feel of Kitty's hands over his back and his slow hip movements into hers let her know that. His lips brushed against hers easily, not wanting to push her too quickly. "How are you feeling?" he whispered between kisses, hoping that she was feeling comfortable beneath him.

Kitty "Like I need more," she answered honestly, ignoring the fact that she wasn't sure what the more was. Her lips moved down his neck, licking and sucking the skin there before moving across his shoulder. Her hips met his, their bodies rubbing together. She moaned again, a little louder this time.

Puck sucked in a deep breath as Kitty's lips moved across his skin. "Kitty," he whispered, his eyes shutting for a moment before opening to look down at her. "If you keep doing that, I'm not sure how slow I can take it," he said, feeling himself stiffen against his jeans and wondering if she could feel him too.

Kitty smiled against his skin, feeling the truthfulness of his words against her body. "Sorry," she said again, dropping her head back down on the mattress and looking up at him. "Proceed, sir."

Puck smiled and shook his head. "No, don't stop that," he said, staring down into her eyes. "Keep doing exactly what you're doing. I like it." With that, Puck leaned down and pressed his lips against her neck, his hand moving to cup her covered breast gently as he bit against her skin.

Kitty gasped, her back arching to press her breast more fully into his hand. Her hips moved up involuntarily, grinding against his as her need for him grew. Her lips and teeth again finding his shoulder.

Puck was thankful that Kitty was feeling more comfortable but her actions were driving him crazy -- the good kind of crazy. He grinned against the bend of neck as he pushed down the cup of her bra, exposing her breast. His fingertips gently teased her nipple before his full hand began squeezing her breast.

Kitty whimpered, not wanting to be the type of girl that made a big deal out of something so seemingly small, but his hands and the things he was doing felt so good. Her breath caught and her hips moved a little more jerkily under his, her lips desperately seeking his for a hot open mouthed kiss as he teased her.

Puck didn't know how to explain the feeling between he and Kitty, but it was nothing less than perfect. Each and every small movement or kiss sent him flying over the edge but he was able to contain and control himself for her -- because taking it slow was utterly important to him in the moment. With just as much need and desire, Puck kissed Kitty, this time his lips brushing against hers a little more roughly than he had before.

Kitty 's fingers moved down his chest and stomach, tracing the line of his muscles with their tips. She stopped at the waistband of his jeans, not quite sure where to go from there. Well, she knew /where/. She just didn't know if she should do that /now/. Holding the waistband, she lifted her hips and rubbed herself hard against him, her soft cries swallowed by the boy above her.

Puck could feel Kitty's hand slithering down his body and no part of him wanted to stop her. Pulling back, Puck grinned. "Don't be afraid," he said, rolling off beside of her. He grabbed her hand gently and rubbed it over his covered length, biting down on his lip as he watched the expression on her face.

Kitty groaned as she felt him harden even more beneath her hand. Sitting up, she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, looking up at him briefly to make sure she wasn't doing something wrong. He seemed fine, so she turned her attention back to his pants. Pulling them down, she couldn't help but laugh when she realized he wasn't wearing any underwear. "You really go commando?" she asked, looking back up at him. When he sprang free from the material, her laughter died in her throat. Reaching out, she rubbed her thumb over his tip, collecting a small drop of moisture on the pad. She brought her thumb to her mouth, licking it off.

Puck watched as Kitty undressed, his throbbing length driving him insane. Her body was perfect -- her everything was perfect. When she looked at him, Puck nodded lightly and watched as she started to take off his own pants. With a grin, he nodded once more and bit down on his lip, wondering what her next move was going to be. He would have never guessed it would have been her thumb touching him, only to watch her lick the spot had once been pressed against his tip. "How's it taste?" he asked in the heat of the moment before reaching over between her legs to rub over her panties. "I bet you taste better."

Kitty wasn't able to answer him, her throat closing with desire as he touched her through the thin fabric of her panties. Her hips pushed against his hand and she bit her lip, heat pooling in her stomach. She'd never been this far before and she was nervous, but nerves were quickly being replaced by desire. While his fingers rubbed against her she reached behind her and unlatched her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms and fall onto the mattress.

Puck quickly pushed her panties to the side as his fingers brushed against her delicate opening. Everything about her was making him want her more and more and it was getting harder for him to control his actions. He began rubbing her clit, his eyes finding hers as he grinned. "Talk to me," he said, one of his fingers teasing her slit.

Kitty "I," she said, cutting off and gasping. "Am I supposed to be wet like that?" she asked him, closing her eyes for a moment as her hand cupped her own breast, squeezing it tightly. Her hips rocked against his hand, her body trembling above it. "Puck..." Her breathing became labored as his fingers teased her, her body needing so much more.

Puck smirked. "Just wait, you'll get wetter," he encouraged, his fingertip slipping into her. Puck groaned as she wrapped tightly around his finger and he knew he'd be stretching her small body when the time came.

Kitty continued to watch him, her body continuing to rock against his hand. Her muscles clenched around his finger and she leaned forward slightly, her teeth tugging at his bottom lip. While he drove her crazy she reached for him again, her hand circling him. He was so hard he throbbed against her palm, his hips jerking slightly. She smiled, knowing that she affected him like he did her.

Puck 's hips moved against Kitty's hand as his lips brushed against hers and his finger moved into her. The movements of his thumb against her clit grew rougher as Puck began slowly losing himself in his movements. He needed Kitty and even if he wanted to take things slow -- he needed her.

Kitty didn't know a lot, but she knew exactly what she needed. "Puck," she whispered raggedly against his ear. "Can I have you now?" she asked, convinced she was going to fall apart at any moment. She was breathing hard and knew she needed to try to calm down, but her body was on fire. "Please?"

Puck nodded. He slowly pulled out his finger and moved back between her legs. He looked down at her and smiled, suddenly feeling nervous. He didn't want to hurt her -- but he knew it was going to hurt. Puck rubbed his tip against her, getting himself wet before pushing past her walls slowly, knowing that it was already hurting her.

Kitty watched him with wide eyes as he slid into her, her hips wanting to move up to meet his but the pain preventing them from doing so. Would he fit? Was that possible? Her back arched, her hips finally doing what they wanted regardless of the pain, taking all of him. She cried out, the pain fleeting but sharp, the feeling of him filling her completely soon blocking out even that. She didn't move, her eyes never leaving his as her body became used to him. "Puck," she said quietly, pulling his head down so that their lips could meet. "You feel really good," she told him, her hips moving a little beneath him.

Puck wanted to push into her roughly -- to show her exactly how much he wanted her, but the pained look in her eyes kept him from doing so. "Are you okay?" he whispered, his eyes searching hers as kissed her gently. With a smile, Puck moved his hips into her a little tighter before slowly starting to pull out, only to enter her once more.

Kitty nodded, kissing him again. Her fingers dug into his shoulders when he began pulling out and she was worried she'd done something wrong, but when he pushed back into her she moaned loudly. "Oh," she breathed, dropping her head back onto the mattress. "Do that again?"

Puck kissed Kitty back, his tongue trailing over her lips before he deepened the kiss. With a bright smile, he nodded and began thrusting into her, his pace still slow as his eyes searched hers. "You feel so good."

Kitty "Yeah?" she asked, her hips moving up to meet each thrust. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back on the mattress, her breasts brushing against his chest as he pushed into her. Her nails dug into his shoulders again as a frisson of heat shot straight through her. Gone was any hesitancy; her body now moved as fast as his.

Puck groaned as her body met his. If he hadn't known any better, it didn't seem like Kitty's first time. her movements were natural and she knew exactly what she was doing -- at least to Puck. His hand blindly squeezed her breasts as his lips once again found hers to drown out the noise of pleasure that was leaving both of their throats.

Kitty 's body grew slick with sweat, the pleasure so close to pain she wasn't sure that's not what it was. She moaned softly again, knowing she shouldn't be loud but unable to control the sounds coming from her. Everything he was doing felt so good, her body shaking as she tried to contain herself. "Please," she begged, her hands framing his face and her lips against his. "Please, Puck. Please." She didn't know what she was begging for, but he knew he would.

Puck had been so afraid of hurting her -- but now he needed to let loose. While one hand held onto her tiny waist, the other continued to tease her bouncing breast as he began to pump into her harder. With each thrust, Puck made sure to push his entire length into her before pulling out, only to repeat the movement over and over.

Kitty couldn't move as much with him holding her down, not that she cared. She was beyond caring, her nails scraping down his back as her body silently urged him on. After a few moments she brought her hand up and covered her mouth, trying not to scream. Heat began pulsing through her before she broke completely, her body tightening around him as she lost all control, screaming beneath her hand as she came.

Puck watched as Kitty slowly came undone beneath him. The look in her eyes drove him crazy and not too long after she'd finished, he felt his stomach tighten, ready to do the same. He kept moving inside of her quickly before his head dropped down beside of hers, his hips coming to a stop inside of her as he too came.

Kitty couldn't catch her breath, wrapping her arms around the boy on top of her and burying her face in his neck. What do you say after something like this? She had no idea, so she didn't say anything, waiting instead for him to speak.

Puck rested against Kitty as his heartbeat came back down to steady pace. "I care about you a lot," he whispered, not believing the words he'd just said.

Kitty nodded. "I know," she told him, pulling back to look at him. "I care about you, too." She kissed him before she shook her head. "I didn't sleep with you because you wrote me a nice letter," she told him. "I just want you to know that. I slept with you because I've always wanted to and because I really do care about you. I'm not sure if we'll live throughout the month, and I wanted to be with you."

Puck frowned. He didn't think that was the reason at all, but he was glad to hear her say that it wasn't. "Kitty, we're going to make it through this month and next more and every other year from now on," he said as he stared into her eyes. "I won't let anything hurt you."

Kitty smiled up at him, rubbing her thumb against his lower lip. "Promise?"

Puck nodded with a smile. "Promise Kitty."

Kitty would take it. A promise from Puck seemed as good as a solid bond, and she already knew he'd do whatever he could to protect her- he already had. "Are you staying here?" she asked, a bit nervous. She didn't want him to go, but she didn't want to seem needy.

Puck wouldn't have left Kitty for anything. "There's no way I'm leaving you tonight -- or any other night," he said kindly. "I'm not going to blow you off Kitty."

Kitty had known that, but she thought that maybe he'd need space or something. Men were weird. She kissed him again, softly, and smiled up at him. "Thank you for being so easy with me," she told him.

Puck kissed Kitty back and nodded before rolling off of her, only to lay beside her. "It was no problem," he said, not bothering to mention all of the times he'd almost broke.

Kitty curled into him, suddenly exhausted. "Think we're safe from prying eyes if we don't get dressed?"

Puck nodded. "If anyone sees us, I'm sure they'll walk away without question."

Kitty closed her eyes. "Unless it's the kids. They would stare." She decided she'd worry about it later, though, drifting off.