You're In My Veins

Nobody's Perfect

There's not enough rain in Oklahoma, to wash the sins out of that house,

There's not enough wind in Oklahoma, to rip the nails out of the past..

Puck and Quinn had woken early on thanksgiving morning, and were expressing their thanks in the best way they knew how. Quinn was sat on top of him, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her nails digging into his chest as she rose and fell on him quickly, bouncing on him as Puck's hands helped her hips keep up the fast paced rhythm. He couldn't believe that the beautiful, flawless, gorgeous blonde woman riding him was his, was his fiancé, the mother of his children and his soul mate. How had he gotten so lucky?

The first time he had ever laid eyes on Quinn Fabray, he had been fourteen and walking down the hall to his history class- the only class he didn't skip back then. The halls had been crammed full of students, but he had noticed her right away, and had been struck by how effortlessly beautiful she was. That night he had laid awake all night dreaming of the blonde, thinking about what it would be like to have her, to be with her, to love her, to make love to her. He dreamt about that a lot over the course of the year, imagining what it would be like to get Quinn naked and love her the way she deserved. When Quinn fell pregnant with Beth, he had thought he had lost her forever, especially when she chose Finn over him. And then Sam. Then Finn again. Then Joe. Then the Yale Professor. Then Biff. Puck had wholly believed he would never get the chance to be with the love of his life again.

But here they were in their bedroom, in their bed, with Quinn riding him and moaning out his name, her belly not yet sporting the bump of their babies. She loved him, and he loved her and he was so thankful,to God or Jesus or whoever it was that let him love Quinn.

"Oh, Noah," Quinn moaned, leaning forward to brace herself on his chest, seeking out his lust and love filled eyes with her own as she bounced up and down on him, pleasure thrumming throughout her veins.

Quinn couldn't help but let his real name slip from her lips as they welcomed the morning, squeezing her eyes shut against the pleasure filling her body. She had wanted this since she was fourteen and she first spotted Puck out on the field. There were plenty of hot, cute boys jogging and practicing football drills that day, but she had only had eyes for him. For Puck. She had day dreamed about him in classes, added the extra coat of mascara in the hopes he would notice her over Santana and Brittany, and dated his best friend to try to make him jealous and want her. She had made a lot of mistakes, mistakes that she had thought would cost her him forever, because of her stupid pride.

But there he was beneath her, staring up at her with the dark eyes she had fallen for the first time she saw them, shining with pure love for her. He loved her, he had always loved her and she was so thankful to spend every day of her life loving him.

Puck surged upwards, pulling her lips to his and kissing her with all the love and passion that he could, thrusting up as she slammed down, Quinn panting into his mouth in pleasure as they neared their climaxes. Quinn's hands were clutching and tugging at his hair, her sweaty forehead resting against his, her hazel eyes staring deep into his for as long as she could before she squeezed her eyes shut tight and threw her head back, her mouth dropping open as she gasped out his name, her mouth staying open in a silent scream of pure pleasure as her walls clenched tight around him, urging him on. He grunted into her neck as he came inside her, glad that they no longer needed to use condoms now that she was pregnant. It was so much more intimate in his mind to make love to her without anything separating them.

"Mmm, wake me up like that more often," Quinn sighed, her head dropping into his neck as she gasped for air, her hands on his back to keep him close to her, enjoying the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin every time he moved. "Happy thanksgiving," she hummed, kissing the spot where she could see his pulse beating beneath the tanned skin.