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Quinn began to step forward when he offered her the chance to go first, but she came to a sudden stop and spun to face him before she got too far. How stupid did he think she was? They had just established that he couldn’t even keep his eyes on her face in the middle of a conversation, so why on earth would she want to walk ahead of him and give him a free view of her behind? “Nice try.” Mimicking his action, though in a more demanding fashion and with a finger pointing the way, she motioned for him to go first. Only after he started walking did she begin to follow along. “You know, I’m slightly disappointed. I thought you’d be less cliche than that. I’d put that on the yawning and putting your arm around a girl level. The Sex Shark must’ve gotten rusty…” 

Puck just started laughing when she came to a sudden stop. A playful grin formed on his face and his eyes shined a bit. Throwing up his hands in defeat, he started walking ahead of her and his smile didn’t falter. “So when does it stop being cliche and start being gentlemanly to let a lady go first?” Puck joked, knowing full well that his prompting her to go first had nothing to do with being a gentleman. Still, though. All dudes checked out hot girls’ asses. And if they didn’t, they were lying or gay. It was that simple. It wasn’t like seeing equaled touching and shit, so all dudes did it. “Kinda happens when a Sex Shark stops having sex,” he responded, shrugging his shoulders. Puck’s game wasn’t really off, but he wasn’t concerned with sleeping with as many chicks as he could anymore. He had other shit to worry about now. 

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“No,” she answered honestly with a shrug of her shoulders. “I put this on when I was in your room… Didn’t see a mirror in there.” Then again, she never looked for one. Chances were, if she had seen herself in a mirror, she would have tried too hard to make her wet hair look as perfect as she could before coming down those stairs. Avoiding a mirror meant not obsessing over her physical appearance, and that seemed to be good enough anyway, judging by how smitten Puck was. Noticing the way he was looking down again, she rolled her eyes and laughed. Her hand reached out to gently lift his chin. “My eyes aren’t down there, you know.” 

Puck was a little lost in the beauty of the situation—aka Quinn—so, even though he heard the words that she had said about his room being a mirror or something, he hadn’t really listened. Oops again! He was really trying not to be a typical boy, but Quinn Fabray was standing before him in a short, short sweatshirt with no pants! Quinn Fabray! His eyes snapped back up to hers when he felt her hand on his chin. Triple oops! Well, Puckerman, you’re doing a stand up job, aren’t you, buddy? Chuckling, he attempted to smile at her. “Sorry… Uh… Should we go finish playing with those beads before I forget where your eyes are again?” He teased. If they kept standing here like this, she would be the only thing that he could focus on and that would mean focusing on all of her. Granted he’d probably spend a little more time focusing on certain parts of her… “After you,” he said, extending his arm and letting her walk past. Obviously, his intentions were innocent there and had nothing to do with checking out her backside. Obviously!

(Source: sexsharkoflima)

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perfectquinn:

It was fun standing there and watching him squirm a little bit, trying to search for the right words to say and failing miserably to save himself. In part, it also served as an ego boost. Being pregnant, she was more insecure than ever about her looks half the time, so hearing that she was still hot from the expert of female bodies himself was nice. Plus, she knew Puck so well in so many ways that it was always a blast to play him like a fiddle. “Oh, it’s just your sweatshirt?” she asked, tugging at the bottom of the shirt and looking down at it as if it were her first time seeing it. “I didn’t realize this was hot.” Truthfully, it hadn’t occurred to her that her choice of clothing would affect him. Yes, she knew guys found that kind of thing attractive, but her choice had been innocent. The thought never crossed her mind and her choice had been based around what looked both warm and big enough to keep her covered. She would have borrowed a pair of pants too, if she knew they wouldn’t be way too huge for her to the point of constantly falling down. “I just thought it’d be comfortable,” she added on, looking up again to give him that innocent look she’d perfected so well. Hey, she didn’t do it to bother him in the first place, but now she couldn’t pass up the chance to frustrate him… After all, she owed him for plenty of times where he’d pissed her off. That was good enough reason, right?

Puck allowed himself to thoroughly check her out again once she started looking at her attire. Yep, her legs still looked really really good. And like always, she looked as gorgeous as ever, even with her damp hair. She was completely natural right now and Puck really liked that look on her. Girls who had to put on lots and lots of make up and dressed all stripper-y were obviously looking for attention, and he’d much rather uncover the prize himself. That damn innocent stare got him every time. That was sort of twisted that a look like that could, in a way, turn him on. However, he wasn’t going to linger on it for too long because that would just lead to a very awkward situation for the both of them. “I’m sure you’re super comfortable. But that doesn’t make you any less hot. I mean, c’mon. Did you look in the mirror before you came down the stairs?” He scoffed playfully, letting his eyes wander back to her legs—which were really really nice.

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She was hot? What a little slip up that was! Seemingly, she let him get away with that unnoticed, but it was definitely on her mind. Puck couldn’t just say something like that without getting called on it. That wasn’t how their relationship worked. Anyway, for now Quinn just tossed out a quick “thank you” and followed him to the laundry room. Once they both had their clothes in the load, she crossed her arms, leaned back against the washing machine, and smirked. “Hot, huh? I never knew that meant the same thing as ‘good.’ The more you know…” See? Totally not letting him get away with it. 

Puck was grateful that she was seemingly going to let his little admission/slip slide. At least, he was until he had put the clothes in and she leaned back against the machine. Smirking, he pushed his tongue against his cheek and rolled his eyes in a sort of playful manner. “Well, only the cool kids know all the hip slang or something,” he quipped. His hand came up to scratch at the side of his face. “Okay, for real, though. You do look… nice… I mean maybe it’s just something about seeing you in my clothes, I dunno. You just look totally hot, okay?” Damn it, Puck! What the hell are you even saying right now? He was getting a little… uh, flustered? around her and it was a foreign feeling. Attempting to regain his cocky demeanor, he just continued smirking, trying to hide the fact that he was sort of affected by her… By sort of, he meant really, really, really affected by her.

(Source: sexsharkoflima)

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perfectquinn:

Puck was as accommodating as could be, leading her upstairs, letting her use his shower, and getting her some towels. Of course, along with that, he was still Puck. “I wasn’t worried about that… Until now.” Quinn narrowed her eyes at him to show suspicion, though she didn’t believe for a second that he’d actually be rude enough to spy on her while showering today. Without another word, she just shook her head at him and went on to the bathroom.

The shower she took once she got in there wasn’t very long, but she made sure that she was extra thorough when it came to de-glittering her hair. It was only when she got out of the shower that she was faced with an issue that made her time upstairs last longer than it might have otherwise: her clothes. The dress and sweater she had worn to his place were still covered in glitter. If she put those back on, the stuff would no doubt get all over her again within a couple minutes. What was a girl to do? Borrow clothes, that’s what. They could find some way to clean off her clothes and in the mean time, she could just wear something of his? That sounded alright. She pulled on her bra and underwear, then wrapped a towel around that (just in case she ran into him) and quickly made her way to Puck’s bedroom. It wasn’t nearly as clean as it was the times she had been there in the past (which let her know that he had gone through the trouble of preparing the place for her every other time) and that made her smile. As quickly as she could, she went through his closet until she found one of his McKinley sweatshirts, and it looked big enough to cover everything that needed covering, so she dropped the towel and slipped it on. Then it was back to the bathroom, where she gathered up her clothes before finally making her way back down the steps. 

“I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed something while I was up there.”

The moment she was locked in the restroom, he walked down to the laundry room and discarded his glitter-covered clothing until he was left in his boxer briefs. If he had taken them off upstairs, glitter would have gone everywhere in his room. He glanced down at his body and noticed that he has little sequins all over him. Shaking his head, he went to the downstairs bathroom and got a wash cloth so that he could get the most of it off his head and his face. That took no time at all, so he jogged upstairs, grabbed a pair of gym shorts and one of his shirts that had the sleeves cut off of it. The shower was still running by the time that he’d gotten all changed and stuff, so he was thankful for that. He really didn’t want Quinn thinking he was some sort of sleaze ball. Without another thought, he went back down to the living room and started to work on finishing up the Princess Peach that was sort of headless. He was able to get most of her head and then part of her hair and crown until he heard Quinn’s voice.

His attention moved to her and he dropped the bead that was in his hand at the sight of her… She was in his sweatshirt… And she didn’t appear to be in any pants or shorts. While it covered what was needed, it wasn’t really that long. Her legs were almost fully visible to him. It was a few moments of his eyes wandering over her form before he brought his eyes back up to hers. Wow… She looked really nice in his sweatshirt—in his number. It was cute, hot, and sexy all at once. “Oh, no, you’re hot— Good! You’re good. It’s fine.” Woops! It was about time he slipped up, in all honesty. “Here, I’ll show you where the laundry room is…” Standing, he led her through the house again. “I’ll just put them in the load with mine and they’ll be done in a bit.”

(Source: sexsharkoflima)

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perfectquinn:

Quinn let him retrieve the things they needed to clean up, since she obviously wouldn’t know where anything was kept at his house, and she helped him tidy the place once he came back. He had the vacuum going, and she managed to scoop up whatever glitter she could with her hands from places like the coffee table or the sofa. Obviously, there was only so much she could do that way, but any little bit helped. She also gathered up and threw away all of the empty glitter containers, because they were rendered useless now that the glitter had gone everywhere. Eventually, they had done as much as they could. The occasional bit of glitter could be seen here and there due to the mere stubbornness of it, and they were still shedding some as they walked around considering they were both still covered in it, but things looked a million times better. With that job done, and the vacuum and trashcan finally put away, she turned to Puck. “Do you think I could use your shower? Clean up a little?” Her hair, her face, her arms, her hands… Her everything, really, was covered in glittered. “I really don’t want to go home looking like I just got back from a Ke$ha video.” 

As they went about cleaning up, he vacuumed as much as he could. He kept stealing glances at her, smiling every once in a while. After they finished, he went and put everything back in its place before returning to her. Oh… So, she wanted to shower… Uh… Bad Puck! Stop picturing her naked! Stop! Shaking his head, he smiled shyly at her scratching the back of his head. “Of course, sure.” He shrugged it off, acting like it wasn’t really affecting him at all. “I’ll just change clothes since I don’t really have hair for it to get caught in and I’ll be good. Here…” He led her upstairs and went into his linen’s closet near the bathroom. “Here’re the towels. And the bathroom’s in there. I’ll change then I’ll go chill downstairs so you don’t have to worry about me creepin’ on you up here.” He smirked over at her.

(Source: sexsharkoflima)

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perfectquinn:

“Believe me, it’s such a fight to control myself right now. All that glitter? I just want to jump your bones!” The words came out in a playful yet sarcastic tone, and meanwhile her hands lingered on his cheeks just a bit longer than necessary. It was hard not to get sort of lost in the moment any time they were close and locking eyes like this, but eventually she caught her breath and dropped her hands.  But that didn’t mean they stopped touching him. First, they rested on his shoulders and slowly trailed their way down his arms until she found a comfortable place to rest her hands (good Lord at those muscles on the way down). “We should clean up,” she pointed out the obvious. Not only did they have glitter all over themselves, but everything else near them got covered as well. “And Princess Peach is missing half of her head,” she noticed after a quick look at the coffee table.

"By all means…" He joked back, laughing with her. Her arms on his shoulders, then down his arms sent a shiver down his spine. One small touch from Quinn could completely unravel him and that was really scary for him. No matter how many girls he had been with in a way more physical way, there was no one like her and he still didn’t know how to handle that. Honestly, he didn’t know if he ever would. Puck turned to look at the mess they had created. Glitter, glitter, everywhere! Then, poor Peach looked so sad all headless and shit. "Well… I’ll go get the vacuum and the trash can, and hopefully that’ll get the most of it off the floor and the other shit. Then we can finish Princess Peach and the others." His hand found hers and squeezed it briefly before he walked over to the hallway closet and got the vacuum, then to the kitchen to get the trash can and got to work cleaning up her, well their, mess.

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perfectquinn:

With the two of them now covered in glitter, though with Puck understandably far more covered than herself, Quinn just stared up at him with this innocent, amused smile on her face. Her work was worthy of admiration! There he stood, covered with glitter of various colors and tons of different sequins and it was certainly a work of art. She contemplated the answer to his question. How hot and manly did he look? Well. Both of her hands moved up to cup either side of his face, her thumbs gently brushing across his cheeks to wipe away some of the excess glitter (but if you know anything about glitter, it’s essentially the herpes of crafting supplies and practically impossible to get rid of; no matter how hard you try to get rid of it, it just gets spread around). “I think you look more manly than I have ever seen you before,” she answered in a playful tone. Oh, come on. Glitter didn’t make anything look manly. But he was cute!

Puck’s eyes were locked onto hers and he was fairly certain that he could feel the shine in them as he gazed at her. When her hands came into contact with his face, it both calmed the adrenaline inside him due to the fight and excited him because she was touching him! The glitter was going nowhere fast, and he knew that the brush of her thumbs wasn’t going to help at all. His eyebrows quirked up as his smirk grew. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. How are you even controlling yourself right now?” His voice was a little lower, but it was still evidently playful. He winked at her suggestively. What could he say? Being with her alone usually led to him feeling care-free and happy. He could be himself with her and part of himself was being a flirtatious perv. Although, he had really gotten a lot less pervy since making a few changes in his life. However, the flirtation was most definitely still there… Plus, he loved her.

(Source: sexsharkoflima)

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perfectquinn:

The way he called her “babe” didn’t register in her mind either; Quinn was much more focused on winning the glitter battle between the two of them. Not that that was difficult, you know, since he didn’t have anything left to throw at her and she still had one little cup of the stuff left. “Oh, I don’t know…” Finally, she stopped trying to struggle in his grip, but it was only because she had a plan. She secretly dumped the final container of glitter into her hand, clenched it into a fist, and spun around to face him. “You seem pretty lively to me!” Then… Surprise! She lifted her hand, held her palm flat and blew the glitter at him as if blowing a kiss. One last attack! Oh yeah, she was good. “Oops.”

Puck should have known better than to think that she was going to give up when he knew that she had one more container of glitter left. His arms loosened around her when she stopped struggling, not wanting to hurt her or squeeze her two tightly. His brow quirked as he tried to look over her shoulder to see what she was doing and why she had stopped fighting him. Wha— His eyes screwed shut as a flurry of glitter was blown in his face. After it appeared to have stopped, he opened his eyes and he stood slack-jawed. “Oops, my ass!” He murmured at her, same smirk from earlier gracing his features. He blew out a puff of air, sending some of the glitter around his face and mouth her way. “So… How hot and manly do I look right now?” She was still in his arms. It just felt comfortable. They were face-to face now and he knew that he looked like a mess.

(Source: sexsharkoflima)

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perfectquinn:

Quinn was laughing and carrying on like a little kid, just having a grand old time with this glitter fight. There wasn’t any time or room for words anymore through all the giggles, and when his arms went out to capture her, she quickly spun around and outstretched her own arms so he couldn’t reach what she held in her hands. He couldn’t stop her now! Her hands made quick work of the lid on the sequins and she immediately tossed the contents of the container over her shoulder (ha, now he’d be covered in multi-colored, shiny shapes, too!) before discarding the now-empty item on the floor. See, she wasn’t going to go down that easy. A couple arms around her waist meant nothing.

Puck couldn’t believe that he was turning into such a little kid right now. He was having the time of his life just playing with glitter and playing around with Quinn. Honestly, he wouldn’t be able to tell you when the last time he smiled so much was. Part of him believed that he’d never smiled this much before ever. His arms were reaching out after her hands, trying to grab what she had left, failing miserably. Once again, he was being covered in bits of glitter. Glancing down, he noticed some hearts and stars and other shapes and groaned his playful disdain. “Fabray!! You’re killin’ me here, babe. Killin’ me!” The ‘babe’ slip didn’t register in his mind. It just sort of happened and he didn’t give it a second thought. That seemed to be happening with him a lot lately. He would say things around her, feeling comfortable, and completely forget that it’d be otherwise deemed inappropriate.

(Source: sexsharkoflima)