#i miss your stupid face but you are apparently too busy to talk to me. or text. or something. :P #just kidding. we’ll see each other in 6 days still. right? cause it would be awkward if you didn’t show up. 

I’m out becoming rich and famous, babe.

It’s really the holidays keeping stuff busy. I’ll be there though. I’m looking forward to it. I need the R&R and to see your face live and in person. It’s been too long.

nessieberry:

Really? I think we should definitely try to get that together then. Don’t worry, someone has been stuck in my head, too. I mean, I can’t even focus on certain things before someone else pops up into my head, and that was before I realized he stalked checked my Tumblr. I definitely agree about the semesters thing. How have you been, Puckerman? Packing and anticipating being here?

It sounds like we’ve got the same problem going on here. Now we just need to figure out how we’re going to fix it. That sounds like a good summary of it to me. Toss in some drinking, a little music, and the occasional song writing, and you’ve got it all. Counting down the days?

Vanessa Berry ⇄ Noah Puckerman 

• V:  My tits are perfection always? So, that means you'll be playing with said tits when you can, right?
• V:  You got it wrong. Waffles are lucky to be in the presence of strawberries. ;)
• P:  Oh you know I will. If I have my way, you'll be naked and with my hands on you the whole time.
• P:  Psh, you're cute when you're wrong.

It’s one of those nights where I can’t focus on what I’m doing at all. Someone else is just too stuck in my head, and that was even before I stalked checked her tumblr. Semesters should be shorter.

nessieberry replied to your post: This whole actually working on stuff is…

Yay for you finding a muse! Yay for you completing your work! By people, you mean me, right? ;)

You know it. ;) You sure seem to be in the holiday spirit.

This whole actually working on stuff is exhausting, but man I’ve been on a freaking roll or something. I guess that’s what finding a good muse will do to a guy.

I can’t wait to let people hear it.

PHONE CALL → NESSA BERRY 

• NESS:  Ness couldn't help but be turned on herself as she heard him groan. It was always that damn groan of his that got her going. She couldn't help but chuckle at his question because she certainly remembered that time. "Yes, I remember" she said, voice certainly dropping and one could tell her state of arousal right now. "It's not that I didn't trust you. I just don't give up control easily, as you know by now. But as you said, it didn't last long whatsoever. Remember the time I let you tie me up?"
• PUCK:  "You know I do." His voice was deeper as it was easy to get wrapped up in their memories together. The night before he'd quickly taken care of himself after their texting was over, and adding her voice into the mix managed to make him want her even more. Pulling his boxers down, he moved them out of the way to give himself better access, as well as pull his phone away from his ear to snap a quick pic to send to her. "We should skype sometime. Seeing you touch yourself..." He let his voice trail off as he closed his eyes and tried to imagine it at the same time. "All while thinking about me and how fucking amazing I can make you feel..."

PHONE CALL → NESSA BERRY 

• NESS:  She chose to take this slight silence as a clue that she had gotten it right with what she said. It sucked that she wasn't there with him but this would have to suffice. If it was phone sex or phone teasing that they had to do with the other, that's what would happen. Especially with the thousands of miles and timezones between them. She wondered what exactly he was doing right now but when he spoke, she had a clue. "Of course you did. You could practically fuck my face and not have to worry about my gagging all over you. God, I loved when you hit the back of my throat. Over and over and over again" she admitted to him. Probably for the first time ever. If it wasn't clear before, Ness kind of liked it when he was rough with her.
• PUCK:  He groaned again as he unbuttoned his jeans and made his way back over to the couch he'd abandoned before. "Do you remember the first time you blew me?" he asked as he slid his hand under the band of his boxers and began to stroke his dick. "You didn't fully trust me then," he said with a smirk as he remembered how she hadn't wanted him to move at all. Most like had ordered him not to. "Wouldn't give up any control at all at first. That didn't last long though."