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Quinn still couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that this was all real and she was actually married at this very moment. It was so nerve wracking this morning, and then the ceremony was good, but a little awkward because she didn’t know her wife. The reception was great, except for her parents, but now she was here, finally alone, with her wife. She stayed under the covers when Puck kicked out the cameras and now felt her stomach twist slightly with nerves. She didn’t know if they were about to have sex or not, but she wanted to see what would happen next, without needing to worry that a camera might get a view of her boobs or ass. She didn’t want to reveal either of those to viewers.
“This is the first time we’ve been alone,” Quinn pointed out because literally everywhere, they had cameras on them, even traveling back to the hotel. “It’s nice.” She laughed lightly.
With all that had happened during the the day, Puck was fucking exhausted. It was only a little weird to be laying in a bed with a complete stranger who was now suddenly her wife, but it was kind of fun too. They were already getting along and laughing. She wasn’t so sure about her new in-laws, but Quinn was definitely a solid. And the more that they spent time together, the more she understood how they’d been paired. “I know. It’s almost surreal. Like...the cameras are hella intrusive, but here we are. We made it, and we don’t hate each other. So we’re off to a good start.” She reached out and brushed Quinn’s hair back. “You’re really beautiful. Seriously, when I saw you, I thought I was being Punk’d or something. I mean I hoped you’d be hot, but I didn’t expect you to look like this. So congrats on being so hot,” she said with a laugh.
“I think so too, that we’re off to a good start,” Quinn agreed with her and leaned into Puck’s touch. It was so weird she was here with her wife, looking at her wife that she had known less than twenty four hours. It was then she realized just how tired she was. She started to blush and smiled. “Thanks… You’re really hot too, and I mean that, not like, just saying it ‘cause you said it first. And I love your singing... I can’t believe you wrote that song. I want to hear your other songs too.” She reached out to take Puck’s hand and eyed up the wedding ring on her finger. “Your kids seem really great, too.” She offered a smile.
“I dabble. I used to want to be a country singer, and then I had Hannah. That kind of changes a lot of things for me.” Puck glanced down at the ring on her finger. “Thanks...this is really beautiful. I thought of getting you one like this one, but Jewish custom is a solid band made of gold. So I kinda went traditional. Hannah helped me pick it out. It's engraved with the word forever in Hebrew on the inside.” She looked into Quinn's eyes. “Yeah, they're pretty great, and I'm happy they liked you. I was a little worried about Iva. Sometimes it takes her a while to warm up to people, but she told me she liked you alright right before I told them goodbye. That's a lot coming from her.” Puck laughed. “My mother liked you a lot and my sister. I can't say the same for your parents. I'm pretty sure it didn't help that I told them off and called them shitty, but I couldn't not say something.”
“You could have been one, you're really great,” Quinn told her with a smile and a nod. She let go of Puck’s hand to look at her own ring. “No, I like this ring.” She took it off so she could look at the inscription then slipped it back on. “I wish I'd known, I would have gotten you a solid band too…” She felt a little bad because it was Puck’s religious custom to get a solid band ring and that most certainly was not what Puck was wearing.
Quinn laughed. “Iva has spunk and I really like that. And Hannah is so sweet. That little speech she wrote was great. From what I've seen, they seem like wonderful girls.” Quinn nodded along when Puck mentioned her parents, then her jaw dropped slightly. “You told them off and called them shitty?” She stared at Puck a moment before she leaned in and kissed her hard.
“Yeah, I was surprised by the speech, but she's always just so amazing, and Iva's just all sass. I used to tell her the whole sugar and spice thing and that they added way too much spice to Iva after making Hannah especially sweet.” Puck’s smile grew, making her dimples far more pronounced. She'd opened her mouth to explain what'd happened to Quinn, but suddenly lips were pressing against hers in a hungry kiss. She let Quinn take the lead, figuring it was probably best given her inexperience, but damn was she a good kisser.
Quinn reached up to cup Puck’s cheek then slid her hand into her hair to keep her right where she wanted her. She liked this, she liked girls, she liked being with someone with long hair, who was just incredibly hot. She nipped Puck’s bottom lip then flicked her tongue against the spot. She didn't think she could go as far as to have sex with Puck tonight. The day had been long, so much had happened already, and she was tired, but she thought some making out, she could definitely do. Especially with a wife that stuck up for her.
Puck made a soft noise as Quinn bit at her lip. She rolled onto her back and pulled the blonde on top of her, running her hands up and down Quinn's back. She was really tempted to grab her ass, but at the same time she didn't want to push her too far. Kissing was great, and even though she could feel that familiar heat growing in her stomach, she ignored it.
Hearing that noise from Puck just spurred Quinn on and as she settled down on top of the other woman, she licked her way into her mouth. All the times Quinn had thought about kissing a woman, making out with one, even having sex with one, none of it compared to physically being with one. It was so hot and Quinn couldn't believe how much time she had wasted in staying with her ex husband. Her tongue sought out Puck’s and slid against it as she shifted on top of her, trying to get into a comfortable position.
Well, at least we know for sure that she at least likes being with another woman, Puck thought to herself. She hadn't been lying when she'd told Quinn that she didn't care that she'd never been with a woman. It was true. Everyone has to start somewhere right? But the randomly popped into her head about it, and it almost amused her. She focused back on the kiss and pressed her tongue against the one currently taking up residency in her mouth, twisting and sliding against it, stoking the low fire still burning in the pit of her stomach.
Quinn rocked her hips against Puck as she settled more on top of her. She whimpered softly at the way Puck’s tongue moved against her own. This was a good sign that they were very compatible, wasn't it? Quinn thought that it felt like they were. If just making out could feel like this, then she definitely wanted to stay married to Puck forever. This was still a dream Quinn thought she might wake up from. She pulled back on the kiss and captured Puck’s bottom lip between her own.
The way Quinn rutted on top of her did nothing to help Puck keep her arousal at bay. She let her hands settle on the small of the blonde’s back and running her fingers back and forth. She spread her legs a little to help her new wife settle and rocked a little, not really providing any friction. It was just like she couldn’t not move when Quinn was on top of her kissing her like that.
Quinn's hips pressed down against Puck now that she found this new spot. She was starting to feel warm and the bottom of her nightie was at her ass now. She released Puck’s bottom lip, swiped her tongue over it then pressed her tongue back into Puck’s mouth. She flicked her tongue over Puck’s and groaned. Her hand brushed Puck’s hair back and her fingers slid through it, taking a handful.
Feeling bolder, Puck let her hands slide down to Quinn’s ass, palming it through her panties as they kept kissing. She was really starting to feel wet, and she was trying so hard not to push, fighting everything within herself to not take over, roll Quinn onto her back, and bury her fingers inside, but she was definitely making it difficult.
Quinn whimpered and then groaned again when she felt Puck’s hand on her ass. She really liked that and her hips rolled into Puck without much thought. Her body kind of felt like it had a mind of its own right now. Her tongue slid deeply over Puck’s before she finally broke the kiss, taking in a few deep breaths. “Fuck…” she said weakly and tried to get her head straight because she couldn't decide if they should keep going or stop. She lightly scratched Puck’s scalp.
Puck was really feeling the effects, and honestly, she was a little relieved for the reprieve when Quinn pulled back. She took a breath and licked at her lips. “Yeah, basically...it’s totally cool if you don’t wanna go further, but we’re gonna have to stop if we’re not because I’m wet and all horned up.” She gave Quinn’s ass a little squeeze for emphasis.
Quinn laughed lightly and licked her lips. She let out a breath. It really was her call. She gently pulled her hand from Puck’s hair and stroked her cheek lightly. “Yeah… I am too.” She licked her lips again. “Is it really okay, that I've never been with a woman…?” She just wanted to make sure Puck hadn't just said it for the cameras.
Looking at her for a long moment, Puck nodded slowly. She figured Quinn really needed the reassurance on this one. “Yes, it’s really okay. I don’t care. Why would I?” What had Quinn’s family and/or ex-husband done to her that she’d ever doubt that her inexperience wasn’t an okay thing? “What are you worried about? Tell me so we can go ahead and talk about it.”
Quinn slipped off of Puck but settled down directly beside her so her leg was still touching Puck’s and their bodies were close together. “You're just stuck with me if I'm bad at it,” she said and then laughed lightly to try and make herself feel a bit more at ease. “When I married my ex, we had waited, I wished we hadn't, especially after the fact. If we had before, I would have seen how not into it I was, it would have been a red flag, I think. We might not have gotten married at all.” She had never admitted that to anyone before. “I mean, it was good, don't get me wrong, I mean, it wasn't that I didn't find him attractive… It just wasn't what I had expected I guess. And I don't want to disappoint you.”
Puck was silent as she listened and nodded a little. “Yeah, I could see how waiting was a problem in that respect, but then again, if you had only ever been with him, how would you have known without having something to compare it to? I do respect people that can wait, but I feel like that is why so many women from the fifties and stuff were depressed and had terrible marriages. They never knew they could be happy...well happier.” She turned her head to stare at the ceiling for a moment. “For the record, I don’t think you can be bad at sex. It might be awkward sometimes, but it won’t be bad. You just have to like listen to the other person and try the stuff you like. You do touch yourself, right? You aren’t one of those people that don’t believe in masturbation or something, right?”
Quinn nodded a little and was quiet for a long moment before she spoke, glad they weren't having this conversation in front of the cameras. “Well, my friends talked about sex so I had some ideas. But, um… More than half the time we did it, he was kind of… selfish, if you know what I mean.” Meaning literally no fun for Quinn sometimes. A bit of a fun warm up with making out and then it was all about him. She cleared her throat and might've thought talking about masturbation with someone she just met might be awkward but this was her wife now. “No, God, I do that. Masturbate, I mean.” Yeah, she felt a little awkward. “... I got off better, faster, when I thought about girls.” And now her cheeks were turning red but she almost felt like she had to convince Puck she really did want to fuck girls.
Rolling her eyes, Puck sighed. “Of course he was. Guys are such dicks when it comes to their dicks, but I’ve been there of course. Hannah’s father was selfish, and Iva’s dad isn’t, but we had like no sexual chemistry at all. I tried really hard because he was a good guy, and I did love him. I still love him because he’s great. But I used to picture women when I was with him too sometimes, nearly constantly at then end there.” Puck looked over at her wife with a grin. “Well, good, because then if you didn’t it would’ve taken a little longer for you to get your feet wet, if you know what I mean. Not that you’re going to be needing your own hand much anymore.”
Quinn looked at Puck and studied her face as she spoke about her exes. She smiled softly. “They really did pair us well, since we kind of already understand each other…” She leaned in to peck her cheek before leaning back. This still couldn't be real. She licked her lips and let out a breath. Puck’s words just turned her on. She groaned and pressed her thighs together. “Do you know how many times I've thought about being in bed with a woman but felt like it would never happen?” She smiled again. “I can't believe how my life turned around.” She laughed lightly and glanced at Puck’s lips before looking away.
“Yeah, I think so. I mean, this is just the first night, but I’m gonna stay positive.” Puck knew a lot about failed marriages, having watched her father walk out on them. So a part of her was really worried about that happening here, especially since Quinn had already walked away from one marriage. But at the same time, she wondered if it was just poor timing. That Quinn didn’t know who she was yet, and she wondered if her parents would’ve been matched if they’d gone through this whole process. She could guess that they probably wouldn’t have been. So that gave her hope that this thing might stand a chance. “And lucky for you, you get a stud...I’m here to show you all of the joys of lezzie sex. I think you’ll enjoy the ride.” She waggled her eyebrows and grinned at Quinn. “But seriously, I think you shouldn’t worry because I got you, and I’m never gonna let anything happen to you.”
“Me too,” Quinn agreed with her. They literally had the rest of their lives together, if they chose to stay together, but Quinn didn't want two failed marriages, and this seemed like the best option, to be paired with someone science said was compatible. She was by no means in love right now, but she certainly felt attraction to her. Quinn laughed at Puck’s words and then slipped her arm over her waist and cuddled in close. “Thanks. You've already proved that in telling my parents off.” She laughed again and looked up at Puck. “And I'm here for you, and your kids, I'm a pretty solid foundation of support.”
Puck laughed. “Yeah, well they really pissed me off. It was like they were trying to get me pissed at you. I just don’t get why.” She sighed and moved closer to Quinn. Her high from all of the festivities from earlier was starting to wane, and she was starting to feel tired. She stifled a yawn, smiling sheepishly at Quinn. “Thanks, and I hate to do this because I’m really liking this conversation, but I’m like beat.”
“Because they don’t want this to work,” Quinn answered easily with a sigh. “They say they supported me, but it’s clear they don’t. They aren’t happy about any of it and I suppose if I refused to back out, they thought maybe you would.” She shrugged and laid her head against Puck. Well, this was really nice, cuddling here. “No, I’m tired too,” she agreed and she couldn’t hold back her own yawn.
“Well they don’t know me so they don’t know it would take a hell of a lot more than just telling me something that isn’t even something you should be embarrassed about. It was just ugly. So I told them that. It’s just the Puckerman way.” Puck smiled a little and wrapped an arm around her wife. “Good, enough talking for now. Tomorrow we get to have brunch. Yay…”
“Yeah, I just didn’t want it to come out that way, I wanted to tell you.” It had really bothered her that her parents thought it was perfectly acceptable to tell her business. She gave Puck a squeeze. “Thank you for doing that for me.” She closed her eyes and groaned. “Can’t we just skip that and go right to the honeymoon? Is that the Puckerman way too?” She chuckled softly.
Puck laughed and nodded. “It definitely is the Puckerman way, but I think the producers will really want us there. Plus, I heard they’re going to give us the honeymoon information there. I wonder where they’re sending us. Hopefully, it’s not someplace boring.” She leaned in and kissed Quinn softly just because she could then pulled away. “Don’t worry. I’ll be there to protect you.”
Quinn opened her eyes a little to look up at Puck. “Oh yeah? I’m looking forward to finding out. I want to know… Though, I wish we were going alone. Dumb cameras.” She laughed lightly because she was getting so tired. Another yawn escaped. “At least we’ll have some alone time…” Her eyes slipped shut again. “You’re my knight in shining armor,” she joked and gave Puck another squeeze. She was so comfortable and she felt herself starting to drift off.
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