May I help you?

Nothing like spending some time outside to enjoy the scenery.

Do not take it personally, Miss Forbes. I read every single person’s file here before arriving, Watcher and student. Just because we are both Watchers does not mean we are alike. All the same, I did not mean to offend.

That doesn't matter. Those files are supposed to be locked. But apparently, someone is getting special treatment.

Have a good day, Mr. Litvinov

Nothing like spending some time outside to enjoy the scenery.

Nothing more than what I’ve read in your file. It is a pleasure for me to meet everyone here. You may call me whatever you wish, Alek will do just fine.

You've read my file? I'm sorry, what need is there for that? You're a Watcher just like myself. I don't go reading other Watchers files.

Nothing like spending some time outside to enjoy the scenery.

I am indeed. Well, you’ve met me now, and I must say it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Forbes. I am Professor Aleksander Litvinov.

Is that so? I'm curious how much people have told you about me now.

That's quiet a mouthful...can I just call you Alek?

#chat: alek

Nothing like spending some time outside to enjoy the scenery.

#okay it's about damn time we do this #bb

You must be the new Watcher, I've been wanting to meet you, I just haven't quite found the time. I'm Caroline Forbes

Dirty Clean || Puckoline

“Lopez was bitchin’ about paperwork the other day, apparently one of them is a Tana junior, serves her right.” Puck’s more amused than anything at the new kids, especially the ones that remind him of how most of his family was when they first got here. “I got this kid who grumbles about every training exercise when I don’t even give fuckin’ homework so I gave him some extra PT training when it was raining a week ago. Hasn’t complained since.”

Puck puts his untouched wine cup on her dresser, figuring he’ll go for it later, even if it’s warm. Booze is booze. Care gets quiet, but it’s not that comfortable quiet he’s so used to. Something’s bugging her, nagging her, and Puck spends way too much time with her now for it to go unnoticed. He considers asking her flat out what’s up, but she’ll brush it off and shit and he isn’t in the mood for a runaround. Puck really isn’t in the mood for anything but her wrapped around him under the blankets. Caroline slips under the covers but he’s still studying her, trying to see what’s up exactly and it’s annoying him that he can’t figure out what it is.

“I just gave you one of the fucks of your life and you’re already tryin’ to get rid of me and deny me victory cuddles? That’s cold baby, scoot over your ass over.” It feels like Puck made a choice, an important one, but he isn’t sure about what or why. Deciding that he’s doing entirely too much thinking he crawls into bed, under the covers, and pulls her close before she can think to protest. Puck pulls at the tie that’s keeping her hair up, running his fingers through to lightly as she snuggles into him. “I dunno what’s running through that pretty head of yours but stop being such a chick.”

She can tell that he is on to her mood change and she feels bad for even letting herself get to this place. But Caroline has always been insecure and the thought of someone from his past coming between...whatever the hell it was, was a feeling she knew all to well. Maybe he would get that, maybe not, but once again, Puck wasn't hers to claim.

Once he's under the sheets, Caroline is like a magnet to his warmth, a moth to a flame. It's home to her at this point, no where else giving her as much comfort or ability to simply be happy, "It's nothing, I'm sorry," she says quietly. Caroline is well aware how much he hates when she apologizes, but it's more for herself than anything else. Why she couldn't just let herself move on from the subject was an annoying trait that she would hopefully once day be able to move on from.

Caroline leans over a little to give him a kiss on the lips, her eyes drooping and sleep wanting to consume her. There are words stuck on the tip of her tongue, words that they throw around pretty easily in normal and teasing circumstances, but Caroline knows that if she says them now, it may just makes things far too uncomfortable for their friendship. Instead, she smiles sleepily at him, lays her bed back to it's normal spot and it only takes a minute for her to fall asleep.

Dirty Clean || Puckoline

Puck can’t argue with cheesecake. Sweets are one of this soft spots, and even if he completely forgot about it until she reminded him. His eyes are on the small of her back and her legs when she bounces out of bed, no shame as he watches her. Care’s wink causes him to grin and Puck flops back over onto his back when she disappears into the bathroom, leaning over the side of her bed to fumble around for his boxers. He tugs them on, raising his hips off the bed so he can slide them up, before he sits up, knowing that eating and drinking laying down will be a bitch and a half.

“Clothing optional,” Puck reminds her with a disapproving shake of his head. He’d rather see her in one of his shirts to the cute little scraps of fabric she likes to wear when she knows she isn’t going anywhere. Puck spreads his legs so that she can place the cheese cake in between the two of them, holding his cup steady as she uncorks the wine. It isn’t the nicest bottle, nothing like the house wines from their dinner, but it also isn’t the cheap bullshit that comes in boxes. “They actually got a wine line in the solo cups, fuckin’ geniuses who made ‘em really.”

“Bullshit,” he says, not offended in the slightest because if Puck’s confidence isn’t exaggerated in one place, it’s the bedroom. He fucks good and he fucks right, anyone around the academy, save for the new students, knows that. And just ‘cause there isn’t really time or energy - or whatever it is - to fuck anyone else doesn’t mean he’s any less of a sex shark. He grabs for a piece with his fingers, taking a sizable bite out of it. It is fuckin’ delicious, but he wouldn’t expect anything less of Helga and her chicks in the kitchen.

“So was your day as fuckin’ boring as mine was?” Puck asks in between bites, ignoring his wine for now.

She's taken a few more bites and practically done with her wine when he asks about her day. Caroline rolls her eyes, "I wish mine was boring," she sputters before licking the back of her fork, "I really don't like being reminded how horrible I was when I first got here. These news kids are just," she shakes her head and let's her shoulders fall a little, "difficult."

Shaking that thought from her head, she is once again met with Quinn's face. She curses silently before placing her fork down, "I'm done," she says quietly before finishing the rest of her wine. She notices him to to give up as well, and she gets up from the bed, picking up what's left of the cake and putting it in her mini fridge.

Caroline takes off the robe and pulls out a pair of underwear and white tank top, slipping them on before moving to climb under the covers that Puck was still sitting on top of, "Are you staying or do you have other plans," she lets her eyes fall anywhere but on him, "I'm sure you've got some catching up to do with....ya know," she doesn't want to say the name, it's not necessary. And Caroline knows Puck was doing his best with out saying too much earlier to reassure her but it didn't stop the paranoia deep inside her chest.

Dirty Clean || Puckoline

Puck loses it not even a half a dozen thrusts after Caroline finally comes, relief hitting right right before the rush of endorphins flushes through his system. Puck’s arms strain, nearly buckling at the force of his orgasm but he manages to keep from crushing the air out of Caroline as she tries to recover as well. There’s a smirk on his lips when he feels her shaking underneath him, the tremors from what had to be a powerful orgasm from the way her body reacted.

The kiss is familiar, sloppy and feels more like home than he’d care to admit. Caroline’s still trying to calm herself down and he isn’t doing all that well on the recovery end either. He can feel the sweat on his back cooling, a stark contrast to the warm way his chest is pressing into her as they kiss. He can feel a slight stinging there as the pleasure washes away and the content afterglow settles in, but it’s a welcome sensation after an amazing fuck. For some reason the thought doesn’t sit entirely well with Puck, because what they’re doing is better than fucking, but it lets it go, unimportant.

It seems like she’s finally relaxed and recovered but C isn’t letting him go. He shifts his hips back, just so that he can pull out of her while they kiss and he sighs into her mouth at the feel of her fingers back on his skin. Puck isn’t sure how long they stay like that, simply kissing, enjoying each other’s presence, but his arm starts cramping up eventually so he rolls his body onto his side right next to her, stretching out his arm. Once the muscle stops twitching he wraps it around her hips, pulling her back over to him so he can get his after sex cuddles.

Caroline finally gives in and let's Puck move and pull her into him. The usual after sex cuddling session is always a must and she wraps an arm around him as her head settles into the crook of his neck. She lets out a contented sigh, happy and calm after her intense release. Caroline presses her lips lightly to his neck a few times before whispering, "I want cheesecake."

Letting out a little laugh, she is able to pry herself from his grasp and standing up. As she's walking to the bathroom to get their treats, Caroline looks back and gives him a tiny wink before disappearing behind the door. The memory of her wet floor soon becomes reality and she pulls as many towels as necessary to spread across the floor. The full clean up would have to take place in the morning. She grabs her robe and pulls it on, closing it loosely in front of her before grabbing the wine and cheesecake.

Exiting the bathroom, she walks over to her make shift kitchen, a mini fridge and small cabinet filled with cups and utensils. Caroline places the cake down so she can grab to red plastic solo's and opens the wine, "Pure class right here," she laughs before walking over and handing one to Puck. She returns to where the cheesecake is sitting and grabs two plastic forks and holding them in her mouth. Balancing the cake in one hand and grabbing her glass, she turns and makes her way to the bed.

Once settled, the cheese cake is sitting in between them, Caroline sitting at the edge of her bed sitting Indian style as she digs in, an appreciative grown coming out, "I'm not sure what's better," she teases, implying the comparison between the sugary treat and sex. Caroline really couldn't compare sex with anyone else at this point, having only slept Puck for the last year and several months. But it wasn't that she minded, the sex was always explosive and she honestly didn't want to sleep with anyone else, it never even crossed her mind.

Dirty Clean || Puckoline

Puck doesn’t expect her to break the kiss, not even when her breath is coming out in shorter bursts against his skin, and feeling her forehead, leaning against his own just feels more intimate. Before he has time to notice the change he can feel her nail digging into his skin. Puck’s no masochist, at least not in the bedroom, but the feeling of the slight pain sharpens his arousal, and another moan tears out of his throat when he feels her scratch down his chest. Usually chicks go for his back, wary of the scars even before the torture thing, but Caroline isn’t most chicks and never has been.

They shift, at the same time because Puck can feel the impatient crease of her brow and the way her hips are meeting his more roughly. He feels the different angle and by her gasps he knows he’s exactly where she wants him to be. Puck’s hand, next to her body that keeping him up enough to thrust into her, clenching around her sheets as he feels himself drawing closing. He refuses to let go before her, not when he can tell she’s just right and just needs to be pushed over the edge.

“Come on baby, come for me.” His words take a minute to breathe out, air choppy in his throat as he waits for her to fall apart around him.

Caroline feels herself tensing, her body temperature at it's peak when Puck chokes out his request. She realizes he is close, looking out to make sure she gets hers as well, only proving how amazing he is, not wanting to be selfish. She waits a minute though, her mind to focused on the pleasure but she can't hold on any longer.

With one final thrust of her own hips against his, she shouting out and letting go. Her orgasm hitting her hard as her eyes clench tight along with her leg around his waist. The coming down takes awhile, her body unable to control the shaking that follows. Caroline pulls him down for a slow and messy kiss, an almost signature move that has become usual for them.

Letting herself relax, Caroline runs a hand slowly through his mohawk, a lazy smile on her face. She doesn't want him to move, to leave her space, not just yet. Giving him another kiss, this one tame and firm, her finger tips dancing lightly on the skin of his back.

Dirty Clean || Puckoline

“But you love it.” Puck loves the playful mood, it’s one of the best parts of being with Caroline. Even when they’re serious it’s never that boring, passionate bullshit that everyone reads about in their dumb books. It’s them, it’s just Puck and Caroline, and that’s exactly how he likes it. His eyes follow the beads of water still travelling down her skin, licking his lips at the way Caroline shivers when the towel is pulled off. The attention she pays his body is expected and Puck lets out a surprised noise as her mouth toys with his chest. His scars make the skin especially sensitive, and usually when he’s seconds away from being inside a chick they don’t bother with foreplay.

“Fuck woman,” he groans out as the skin to skin contact and Caroline’s hips. His own hands steady on them and he pushes inside of her swiftly, laying her back down on her back as her body adjusts around him. Puck pulls out slowly until just the tip of him is inside of her before he thrusts back in, letting out a shaky breath at how tight she is after her recent orgasm. The pace they set isn’t slow or fast, and Puck’s enjoying taking his time, eyes glued on her face as his hips roll into her. Care seems to be enjoying herself too and he grins down at her, pressing short, chaste kisses to her mouths whenever their momentum allows it.

Caroline grins against his skin at his words, but she doesn't have to gloat, because his hands are on her hips and he's pushing himself inside of her before a shiver runs down her spine. As her back hits the mattress again, she lifts her hip just a bit to adjust and Caroline moans in approval. Her head moves to the side, her eyes watching him wearily as he pulls out and bites down on her lip as he pushes quickly back inside of her.

Looking back, they study each other's face as the pace is just right, Caroline's left leg bent and spread out while the other finds it's way around his waist. Low moans and tiny whines escape her lips, the familiar and always amazing feeling Puck consuming her. His kiss is welcomed and a slightly desperate whine and her hand finds the back of his neck as she lifts her hips and pushes into him him with her own hips.

Meeting him thrust for thrust, she breaks away from the kiss and presses her forehead to his. Her free hand presses to his chest, her nails digging before the pad of her fingers move roughly across the skin. Adjusting her hips once more, Puck falls inside even deeper and her head presses back into the pillow, her back arching off of the bed.

Dirty Clean || Puckoline

“Enjoy the victory, it’s once in a lifetime.” Puck tries to fake a serious tone but he’s too busy chuckling. The noise turns into a soft moan when he feels her chest against his and her mouth sucking on his skin.

“Tease,” he accuses, watching her teeth press into her lower lip and Puck just nods in agreement. He stands up once she’s out of the tub, grabbing his own towel to wipe himself down with. He freezes halfway up his thigh, looking up at her with darkened eyes. She glances up and down his body and Puck can’t help the swell of pride he feels. He’s a fuckin’ catch and they both know it, but having her eyes on him, looking at him like that is a whole new level of hot. Caroline admitting how much she wants him so freely never fails to get Puck’s attention, and if he wasn’t fully hard already he would be now.

The serious moment is ruined when she slips on the drenched floor, and Puck’s arms around her waist, pulling him back to his chest is the only thing that saves her. Care giggles and Puck just leans down to kiss her before scooping her up in his arms as her legs settle over his hips. She obviously wasn’t expecting it, and is probably a bit nervous about his balance, but Puck clears the doorway back to her bedroom.

Letting her fall down on her back once his knees hit the bed, Puck climbs over her, amusement in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips. He hikes one of her legs up further, knowing she’s flexible enough to throw it over his shoulder but preferring their position now more. He leans over her body, letting some of his weight press down on her as they kiss. Taking his cock in his hand Puck lines himself up with her but teasingly thrusts against her, the movement too shallow and too high to enter her.

“What was that about needing me C?”

Caroline's heart stops for a brief moment as she slips on the floor, but Puck's arms are quickly around her and she grins and giggles up at him as her chest presses to his. His quick kiss makes her giggle again, "My hero," she says it in a playful voice and is soon being picked up and her legs wrap loosely around his waist. She knows Puck is strong, but that doesn't mean a hell of a lot if he takes once misstep and slips on the wet floor.

She nuzzles her face into his neck along the way, letting her lips hover over the skin and she's letting out another laugh when she falls back on the back, but her eyes are dark as she watches him climb on top of her. Caroline's towel is still wrapped around her as he hikes her legs up and she's about to pull it open when he's teasing her, "You're an ass," she mutters before undoing the towel letting it open.

Caroline sits up so she can wrap her arms loosely around his hips as his tip is still teasing her. Her lips connect slowly to the skin of his chest, her tongue drawing lazy circles around one of his nipples before she leans her head back to look up at him and move arm to wrap around his neck. Pressing her chest against his own, Caroline rolls her hips forward, "Are you going to stop teasing me now?"

#memories: care #my little panda bear

flawlessvamp

She is fucking sexy

Dating Rules 2.01

Dirty Clean || Puckoline

Puck can feel Caroline tightening around his fingers and he works harder against the water, feeling the burn in his wrist. Between her movements and the push of his wrist the water’s going all over her bathroom floor. Caroline doesn’t seem to give a fuck, too close to her orgasm to Puck just shrugs away the pain, groaning slightly when she manages to tug on what little hair he has.

He’s surprised she has enough conscious effort to still be kissing him, but Puck doesn’t fucking complain when she’s kissing that spot that drives him crazy. The telltale signs are all there and Caroline’s crying out for him, his name coming out more than once, and it’s fuckin’ gorgeous to listen to. He slows down his fingers as C comes down from her high, waiting for the last shocks of her orgasm before he pulls out of her. Care sighs, and leans back heavily against him and Puck just grins as he presses kisses to her now damp forehead and hair.

“You’re right, the cheesecake would have been fuckin’ ruined babe.”

Caroline is catching her breath as she laughs at his comment, "See, I was right, you can just admit it, I promise I won't tell anyone," she sits up and looks down to finally notice that a good portion of the water isn't in the tub. Gripping her hands on the edge to look over, she frowns at the layer that was on the floor, her bathmat soaked. Looking over at him, she smirks, "It's a good thing it was worth it."

Flipping her body so that her chest was pressed against his, her lips find his neck again she speaks between the lights sucks that she puts there, "You know, it's pretty chilly in here now," pulling back, she meets his eyes, "I think it's time to get out, don't you," she bites her lip before pulling back and standing up, the tub giving her just enough room to stand on either side of is legs.

Reaching over, she is able to grab a towel from her towel rack and pull it off before wrapping it around herself. Stepping out as carefully as possible, she looks down at him, "Are you coming? Because I'm not quite ready for that cheesecake just yet," her eyes rake over his wet body, landing on his still present hard on, "and I need you inside of me," her eyes went back to his, "like, yesterday."