After trudging her way up the three flights of stairs to the apartment - of course the elevator had to be down for maintenance today, of all days - Dani fished the keys out of her pocket and unlocked the door. It was a long moment before she finally turned the knob and allowed herself to go inside, unsure of what hell she might’ve been walking into.
Her entire day had been spent going back and forth between the part of her side that wanted - needed - to continue to fight for her side. But she understood now the point Santana was trying to get across. It had nothing to do with the person behind such gross actions, but the actions themselves. It was pure jealousy. And Dani felt guilty for not getting that sooner, because she was sure all Santana wanted was reassurance of some sort.
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Kate: didn't hesitate to grab a few hoodies and a blanket before making her way out towards the tree that she knew she would find Jay at. She wasn't sure what had caused them to stress or panic but she would do whatever it took to help out if she could. "Baby? Can you tell me what's going on in that head of yours?" She asked as she approached slowly so she wouldn't surprise them.
It had been a very weird weekend for Morgan Weston. First, there'd been Puck's birthday that he'd attended that night - and hadn't stayed very long for, thanks to the birthday boy and Eva Anderson. And then the next day, his ex showed up at his ranch. His ex who was supposed to be back in Montana - and had a kid, on top of that! Which meant that the entirety of Sunday was spent mulling over how the hell they'd stumbled upon his ranch of all the ranches in LA, and what kind of relationship Puck and Eva really had. It almost felt like a need for him to then spend Monday afternoon, after work, at The Spare Room, where he'd just been on Friday, but this time, sitting alone at the bar with a cold beer in hand. "Can ya change the channel to the Yankees game? They're playin' Chicago White Sox." Morgan asked the bartender and watched as they changed it. The cowboy smiled in return and politely gave a quiet 'thank you', as he ordered another beer. He needed to take his mind off of everything.
EVENT: Patrick comes over to be there for Thea, making her food and giving her a massage, amongst other things.
PATRICK: What had happened in the past 12 or so hours had been so confusing, and a rollercoaster ride of emotions. He hadn't expected himself to become a full-on poet for Thea, sending her that long thing, but he had; he didn't know how else he could express himself without art or putting them into analogies. So there he was, pouring his heart out one moment, not expecting anything from it, and then listening to Thea tell him everything about her and Skye. It had been a lot, but he couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like for the girl whom he had feelings for. In the past week, she had been through hell and back, seeing her sister in the hospital, taking care of her, having various arguments with family members, seeing Finn on the island, and being told that Skye was in love with her. If she needed to scream, Patrick understood why.
He quickly grabbed everything he needed and hurried over to Thea's. He had been willing to sneak over to her house, if it meant that Skye didn't know about it. He figured it probably wasn't the best information to distribute to everyone on the island, that Thea was putting Patrick under orders; especially when she couldn't give a reason for it, in public. It was left to everyone's interpretation, and Patrick figured that Skye would assume the worst. He'd gotten used to being at her house now and quickly knocked on the door. "Hey," He said, when she opened the door and he saw her. He didn't want to wait for her permission to step inside, he just wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in a tight hug.
THEA: Thea felt drained, she had just spent the last few hours packing up all of her sister's clothes, medication, toiletries, even adding her own shirt that Skylar had commandeered and brought it all over to Riley's before quickly coming back. She felt so awful. Thea didn't know that she been doing that to Skylar all these years, of course she loved her sister, but she was family and was an extremely slippery slope that the two had been navigating for several years and she felt so much guilt now. And her poor brother was struggling now too. And she still was on shaky grounds with her step-siblings. It was a disaster and she hated admitting that to herself.
Even with Patrick coming over, it felt like she would be twisting the knife in Skye's heart. So why was she doing it? Because Thea had to be honest to herself about accepting help. She heard a knock on the door, pushing up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, she didn't bother putting on a shirt over her sports bra as she came down to open the door for her guest. When Patrick acted as a friend to her by coming in, it didn't piss her off, because she was not his Domme right now. Wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him in return, she brought her legs up and around his waist.
PATRICK: Patrick's hands instantly went around to Thea's back, rubbing it. He felt her legs move up and he helped her, his hand finding her way under her thigh to keep her there. "It's okay," He wanted to let her deal with her feelings the way that she wanted to - he was merely there to support it, as long as it didn't get violent. "It's okay," He repeated and stood there for a bit. His face tucked into her neck, and he took in her scent; it was sweet and calming, and just so...Thea. "It's gonna get better, yeah?" He moved his face so he could take a look at her. He hadn't seen her wearing her glasses in a while. He'd missed it. But her eyes behind them told him everything that he needed to know. "You're going to be fine."
THEA: She was thankful that Patrick just kind of knew what to do by holding her there, wrapping her legs around him almost as to hug his whole body. Thea just sort of stayed silent. She was sad, but more of a numbing sad than a crying sad. But feeling her friend holding onto her and telling her the affirmation helped. Her hand went to the back of his head as she felt him press into her neck. Her fingers just gently rubbing at the back of his head until he moves to look at her face. Gently she untangles her legs from Patrick's torso as she looks at him with her lips pressed together that was supposed to be a smile as she nodded. "Hey," she said. Her lips moving to peck his in greeting.
PATRICK: There had been so many things for Thea to deal with, Patrick knew that she hadn't looked after herself, or given herself time to process everything that had happened properly. To him, it felt like she just needed to take a step back and gain some more perspective before diving back into it all again. "Hi," He pecked her back, his hands finding hers, after she'd moved back to stand. Taking in a deep breath, there was a lot that needed to be done, if he wanted the girl to properly relax, but he had 12 hours to do so, and he planned on succeeding. "C'mon, let's go make some food, it'll give us some energy," He stated, and walked to the kitchen, his hand still holding hers. Once there, he grabbed her by her waist and lifted her up to sit on the kitchen counter as he quietly moved around the room to find everything he needed.
THEA: She still wasn't the best with hand holding, but she did allow Patrick to take her hand as he meant no harm by it. Thea had dropped a huge bomb on the Switch earlier tonight, and she could not believe how okay he was with it. She had always feared if she told anyone about her and Skylar the would automatically disassociate themselves from her and go about their lives. So the fact that her friend was still here amazed her. "Sounds good," she said as she walked beside him into the kitchen. As a Domme letting someone pick her up and put her places did not appeal to her so as he walked around her kitchen, she slid into one of the stools at her breakfast bar to silently watch him him cook for her. "I'm sorry for not being super talkative," she said in apology.
PATRICK: Patrick had turned his back to her for a few seconds, trying to find the food that he'd cook for her, and when he turned back around, she wasn't on the kitchen counter anymore. He looked over and saw her sat at the breakfast bar instead, and he softly smiled to himself. She always had a way of keeping him on his toes, even if it was unintentional. "You don't gotta apologize for that," Patrick shrug his shoulders and leaned down to fish a pan out of a cupboard. He came back up and smiled at her again. "I kinda just invited myself over, anyway," He justified, knowing that in some way, Thea was absolutely capable of taking care of herself - she was independent like that, and even though he joked about her "guns" a lot, he always meant it when he said that she was strong. But, he also figured that, even if she was capable of doing things on her own, she didn't need to. Patrick had made it very clear that he was there for her when she needed it, and after everything that had happened, it seemed like she did. "Do you remember that time that we went out to that new nightclub, "Dirty Dick's", and we came back to my apartment at like 7 in the morning? I think that was me peaking, in terms of grilled cheese making, they were so good."
THEA: She shook her head, "I mean I kinda had to put you under order for you to be here, so don't just think you've got that type of power," Thea warned, trying to keep up the banter, but also was feeling like she wasn't on the top of her game. She watched him and rests her elbows on the counter, leaning forward to look at him, trying not to focus on all the shit going on in her life right now. She was brought back to reality a bit when Patrick started talking. She had to think for a moment, but a small smile rose to her lips at the mention, "Yeah, I remember. I remember that dumb bartender who started a fight with a dude and smashed a bottle over his head. That night was a weird one." She said, having had plenty of night like that when going out with friends. Yet somehow they also had very classy nights as well. She let out a small laugh, "Yeah, that was a good grilled cheese, although I think it had to do with our drunk level as well." Thea points out before looking over at him.
PATRICK: Smiling, Patrick nodded. "Don't worry, I think everyone knows that you're the HBIC around here," He gave in, focusing on the sandwiches in front of him. He could practically do this in his sleep; he'd made so many of them for the Hudson girl and himself. He wasn't lying when he said it though; there seemed to be a certain amount of respect that Thea upheld on the island, even if she hadn't been around for years, or even months. She just had that vibe to her. And it had impressed him when he saw how she'd been defending her sister to Gavin, in the chat the other day, even if he'd been worried. Chuckling, Patrick nodded. "We got the fuck out of there after that," He grinned at the memory. He'd spent his years in college, not really caring about the academia, and more about the experience itself, and it gave him some good stories to tell; most of them involved Thea, and they were usually the ones where he hadn't ended up getting himself into trouble with some sort of authority figure. He placed the slices of buttered bread on the heated pan, and waited for them to cook for a bit, before he added the slices of cheese to it. Gasping dramatically, and completely in a joking manner, Patrick looked up at the girl. "Are you saying I drank? I could never, Momma Donovan taught me not to do that."
THEA: Thea rolled her eyes although it felt nice to be recognized as such in his eyes. She almost felt like deja vu as she sat there, having watched him make plenty of grilled cheeses whether it be an after class snack, a good food for a case of the munchies, or just because they both liked them, it was a staple. "Like who gets that pissed off at 4 in the morning?" She shook her head a bit, "And then we had to take the damn subway, but we got off the wrong exit, because...drunk." Thea shook her head a bit, rolling her eyes. "Oh please, you're Italian and Irish, drinking is in your blood. I think Momma Donovan taught you how to down shots." She teased a bit as she rest her head in her hand that was on the counter.
PATRICK: "New Yorkers do," Patrick grinned. He was from Long Island, he knew how people could get, especially on a night out. "It's a constant rage they feel, no one's safe. Not even the poor customer who just wanted a beer, even though they'd clearly run out," Rookies, Patrick thought to himself. He knew what it took to arrange parties; there always needed to be one more keg than originally measured. Patrick laughed at the memory of the both of them just stumbling around, arguing over when they were supposed to get off. "You can't deny that the walk home wasn't nice though," He told her, a small smirk on his face as he remembered it. He hadn't really dared to do anything up until that point, only some very heavy flirting. But that night, he'd actually dared himself to put his arm around her waist, not only to support the both of them, but also because he wanted to be close to her. That night had given him something to think about, having realized that it was more than just wanting to have sex with her. Patrick flipped the bread over and made it into the well-known sandwich. "You're right, she did. I was sick the next day," He told her and flipped the sandwich onto a plate and served it for her. "There you go," Patrick licked some melted butter off of his thumb and looked at Thea. "Grilled Cheese ala Patrick."
THEA: When Thea first arrived to the city, she automatically felt like she was supposed to be there. The grumpy and spunky attitude of New Yorkers, just embodied what she had always wanted. And she enjoyed the scrappy attitudes. "New Yorkers do," she repeated as she grinned a bit more. Before trying to think about the walk, but coming up short. "Honestly, I really can't remember anything other than being able to say that I told you so." She said with a small laugh before he finished making the sandwich. "Hell yeah, Charlotte." She said in support of his mom's actions. Looking down at the simple yet delicious dish, she laughed a bit before beckoning to come over to sit with her. "Split it with me," she said as she starts carefully separating it in half, knowing it was still a bit hot.
PATRICK: Surprised at Thea not remembering, Patrick raised his eyebrows. She hadn't seemed that drunk, she knew what station they were supposed to get off at, and they were going to Patrick's place. Maybe it was just the moment that hadn't really stood out to her, like it had for Patrick. He hummed lightly, not sure whether he should say anything or not - it wasn't really that significant after all. At least not to her. "There are way too many nights that I don't remember, and then people tell me about what I did, and I'm so confused," He'd never hang from a chandelier, Patrick was a good kid - with a bit of a temper sometimes, and he could be quite spontaneous, and randomly do something just to see people's reactions, and okay, maybe he had been swinging from a chandelier at some point. Smiling, he dried his hands on a nearby towel and saw her motioning for him to sit down next to her. He complied and moved over, watching her as she started to separate it. "Alright, but only because it's you," He took his half and moved it to 'clink' with hers. "Cheers." And then he took a bite out of it, nodding as he got every taste of it. "Oh, yeah..." He moaned to himself. "That's a good one."
THEA: She let out a laugh, "Boy don't I know it, from the way you used to go at it. The infamous orgy in the public bathroom." Thea reminisced about that whole mess before running a hand through her hair. Thea waited until he got over to her to hand it over to him. "Thank you, by the way," she said before gently bumping her half of the grilled cheese to his and took a bite. Her own moan left her lips almost in unison, nodding at his comment. "It is just the right amount of gooey goodness," she agrees staying basically silent as she quickly finishes it.
PATRICK: "I didn't even intend to walk in on that one, they just grabbed me, okay?" Patrick defended himself, holding his hands up. "In any other situation, sure, I will happily say that I initiated it, but not on this one," They'd gotten thrown out when they got caught and immediately banned from the place again; it had been the second time that Patrick had gotten himself arrested as well, something that he hadn't dared bring up to his parents, especially after they'd freaked out on him the first time. "It's okay," He told her softly, but also wanting to move on. He didn't want her to think about him being there to help her, but more as them just hanging out. Nodding in agreement, Patrick finished it up in a few bites. "Alright, so...food's taken care of. Massage next? Bath? Sleep?" Moving in, Patrick smiled, his nose almost touching hers and he said teasingly, "More talking about my mom?"
THEA: Thea raised a brow at that excuse as she shook her head a bit, before dropping the topic. She gave him a small smile as he told her it was okay. She extended her legs out to rest on Patrick's lap, realizing that she had been hungry even if her body hadn't told her yet. She smiled a bit at his offers as she tries to think what she does need next. She watched him move closer, and raised her brows as he was very close to her face. Laughing softly at mention of his mom, she moved forward to kiss him softly. "I think a massage might be nice," she says against his lips.
PATRICK: Feeling Thea's legs stretch out over his lap, Patrick smiled and placed his hands down on the smooth skin, his thumbs rubbing it, tenderly caressing her. He was waiting for her to answer, but he couldn't help but think about the few days that the two friends had gone without one another - or more, how Patrick had been so out of it when she'd disappeared, going absolutely crazy over not getting to be around her again, but here he was, closer to now than he'd been before. The kiss confirmed that for him. If it was all a dream, then he didn't want to wake up just yet. "Yeah?" Patrick kissed her back, his hand moving up and down her leg softly. "Where's best? Not to sound like a complete manwhore, but I think your bed sounds ideal."
THEA: She smiled over towards Patrick as she felt his hands smooth over her legs, Thea hated admitting that it felt nice though. All that was going on with Skylar, it felt bad to be anything but upset right now. But as he kissed her, she tried to forget that. Her lips pulling away from his as she let out a small sigh at his question. "Yeah, the bed is probably best," Thea agreed as she brought her legs back to her own stool before standing up and heading towards the stairs, up into the bedroom. She passed by the room Skylar had been staying in and it looked so empty now, she diverted her eyes as she went into the bedroom, sliding off her clothes so she lay naked face down on her bed.
PATRICK: Patrick moved off of his seat and followed Thea upstairs. His main goal, for him being there was to try and get Thea to relax - not necessarily to distract her from what had happened. He was there if she wanted to talk more about it, but he wasn't going to push for anything. Instead, he figured being light-hearted about things would make it easier for her to relax. It didn't mean that he didn't feel bad about what had happened; he felt terrible that both of the Hudson sisters had to go through all of this, he didn't think it was fair. Patrick watched as Thea took her clothes off and laid down. Normally, he would've been getting hard already, but now was not the time. "How's this?" Patrick asked, his hands quickly finding the kinks in her shoulders and trying to rub them out.
THEA: Thea felt tired of everything in this moment. She wished there was something that she could do to be better, but also knew that all she could be was authentically herself. And as Kurt had shared, it would be far more damaging to skirt around the issue than to be truthful to her sister. Taking off her glasses and putting them on the bedside table, she pressed her face into the mattress and closed her eyes, feeling Patrick's hands she felt the easing of tension as she nodded, "That's good," she said softly as she let out a small audible exhale.
PATRICK: Patrick's hands ran over her skin, rubbing and massaging it, and he smiled softly to himself, getting the confirmation that was doing an alright job. "You're so tense," he muttered, mostly to himself, his smile falling and his eyebrows furrowing in worry. It was obvious that she was tense, after everything that had happened, and he didn't blame her. He moved one hand further up her neck, gently rubbing it as his other hand moved further down her back. He bit down on his lip in concern, shaking his head to himself. It all seemed to always come back to Thea; all of the family drama. "You need to relax more. I don't know how, but this isn't healthy, Thee."
THEA: The words were easy to brush off, of course she was tense. It was difficult being here, wanting to protect her family, wanting what was best for them, not knowing what was best for them and having them push her away. It was a lot to process and she didn't really want to introduce Finn into it if she could help it. Yet, she was realizing that was best for her family was maybe her not being in it. It was a hard truth to digest, but she was simply holding them back in some way or another. Patrick's hands couldn't fix that. She didn't need to be told what to do, that was her job. Thea felt him work out knots that may have knots built on top of them. Instead, she pretended like she couldn't hear his comment. "That feels nice," she murmured against the covers as she hummed.
PATRICK: It was so obvious that Thea was ignoring him, and he knew why. He'd never really been able to give her any advice without her being stubborn about it. And that was fine, Patrick could only ever really offer his perspective of things, but it was still tough, since he wanted to help her out as much as he could. He decided to keep quiet though, biting the inside of his cheek as he heard her comment on his massage. He was happy that it at least felt nice. He hummed and nodded to himself, keeping his hands working on back. His eyes raked over her naked back, taking in how perfectly toned she was, the way her body curved and the small beauty marks here and there. Patrick leaned down and placed his lips softly on her shoulder, giving her a small kiss before moving back up again, continuing his work.
THEA: She enjoyed the work she felt he was doing on her back and tried to make herself relax more into his hands. Her eyes started to shut as she felt the way his hands work her body, her eyes opening a little as she felt his lips on her body, she let out a small laugh. Her eyes shutting once more as she drifted off, not realizing how exhausted she had really been. until he had loosened her muscles up a bit more.
PATRICK: It was getting easier to knead out the knots and all of tensions in Thea's shoulders and back as Patrick continued to work on it. He didn't want to be rough on the girl, knowing that it could leave her sore afterwards, which meant that it would take longer to help her out, but he didn't mind. And neither did Thea, it seemed. He soon felt her body relax under his touch and her breathing even out, and he knew that she was asleep. She clearly needed it. Patrick continued for a little while longer, before feeling like her back was soft and all loosened up, and with that, he took a step back, admiring her for a moment. She was so peaceful. He reached into his backpocket, pulling out a little sketchbook that he had bought, and a pencil hidden inside it, and he decided to crawl onto the other side of the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard. His eyes moved up her body. She was still on her stomach, a sheet tucked up to just above her backside. He smiled gently, as he started sketching her, spending a long time trying to get every detail right; the way her hair was sprawled out on one side, her eyelashes resting against her cheeks, the sheet forming around her body. He wanted to get it just right, and now was the perfect time to do so, while she was asleep. He spent a long time on it, not realizing that so much time had passed by.
THEA: Thea didn't dream, it was more of a hibernation that she went into, but she could not have remembered the last time she had a restful sleep since everything crumbled around her. Her nights were usually spent in restless slumber, waiting for someone to get hurt or for her to worry about her parents or existential questions filling her mind. It was about four hours when she woke up slowly, trying to figure out where she was and who was next to her for a moment as she lifted her head, a small groan leaving her lips as she grabbed for her glasses and saw Patrick still there. A hand reached out to poke his side, "You must have given me a really good massage," she said sleepily.
PATRICK: Patrick was so focused on his drawing, he didn't notice Thea stir and wake up until he felt the poke on his side. He was so close to finishing up, only needing to shade in a few things when he felt it, and he let out a small yelp, completely taken by surprise. His face had been scrunched up, but now, it had smoothed out and he let out a deep sigh, realizing that the girl had just woken up. He put the sketchbook down and looked at her, seeing how sleepy she still was. "Either that, or I just really bored you," Patrick joked, moving to push a strand of hair away from her face. "How did you sleep? You've been out for..." He looked at his watch, eyebrows raising in surprise. "Wow, four hours," Damn, he had not expected to spend so long on a drawing.
THEA: She noticed that he was drawing and laughed a bit at the noise that came from his lips, "Oh my goodness, did I really scare you that much?" Thea teased before giving a nod, "Probably was the latter," she teased back as she felt his fingers fix her hair. She moved onto her side towards him, the sheet only loosely wrapped around her waist and legs as she gave a small shrug, "I guess pretty well, since I didn't even realize how tired I had been." She laughed a bit, "What have you been doing while I napped then? Were you drawing the whole time?"
PATRICK: "I was in my own little world there, if you hadn't noticed," He grinned, feeling his heartbeat calm down. He gave her a little nudge when she teased him and smirked, instantly jumping on the banter. "Mhmm, it kept you quiet for a while." It was good to see that she hadn't woken up sad, but Patrick knew that it would be a long time coming before Thea was really over everything that had happened. For now though, Patrick took the small victories, happy to know that she'd gotten some rest. "Good, I'm glad. You definitely needed it," His hand moved down to her cheek, his thumb caressing it softly as he smiled at her. "Oh," He cleared his throat and grabbed his sketchbook again. "No, I didn't draw the whole time. I also taught myself how to speak Mandarin, and how to knit, and I baked a sourdough bread..." He trailed off, before smirking, not being able to keep the straight face. Then he gave her the book, for her to look at, as he laid down next to her, his head propped up on his arm. "I did a few of you. It was perfect because you were so still."
THEA: She let out a small laugh at his words, "Oh, I noticed," she said as she rolled her eyes, "Well then if you like me quiet, then maybe you should just not be here," she gave a mock warning with her brow. Thea didn't actually want to have him leave, he was actually somewhat helping, even if she still did feel awful about her sister. Her eyes met his as he held her cheek for a moment, remembering the words he had written her over text message. Her eyes moving away, glad for Patrick's distraction with the sketchbook. "Right, right of course," she said in a bored manner before taking the sketch pad from him to look at the drawings of her he had done. "They're really good," she admired them for a few moments before looking at him as he somewhat mirrored her position, she felt her nipples harden a little as she felt him a bit closer to her.
PATRICK: There was something going on with Thea, and while Patrick knew that she was definitely feeling sad, anxious and probably even frustrated about everything that had happened lately with her family, she wasn't exactly acting like herself with him. She still had the banter, still teased him, but she didn't keep the eye contact for as long as she normally would. Him caressing her cheek didn't seem all that nice to her. So Patrick pulled his hand away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. "Oh, you want me to go? You should've thought about that before putting me under orders for 12 hours," Patrick scoffed, fake of course, as he smiled at her. His eyes moved over her facial features as he took in her looking at the sketches. He almost didn't hear what she said because he was too busy admiring the way her eyes looked in this light. "What? Oh, yeah, I guess they're alright," He shrugged his shoulders, his eyes moving further down her body, and seeing her nipples hardening. Patrick didn't want to give himself too much credit so he figured it would be because she was slightly cold. With everything that was going on, he didn't dare to reach out and touch her, but he was craving it; he was craving it badly. "How does your body feel? I might have worked your shoulders a little too hard, so if you're sore, please tell me. I can draw you a bath or something."
THEA: Thea scrunched her nose rather than giving a response about him pointing out she had put him here for 12 hours. She moved over to tickle his neck before going back to looking, she bit her lower lip a moment, noticing that only a moment ago he was staring at her. "They're better than alright," she corrects him, feeling his eyes gaze down her body which made her smirk, especially enjoying just how focused he was on her breasts. "My body? Oh it feels fine, wanna touch?" She handed back the sketchbook, "Oh yeah? The draw the bath," she says the pun before moving the sheet to put him under it as well. "I am a bit cold though," she says as her eyes look to his, not wanting to admit she wanted to cuddle.
PATRICK: Patrick was fine with taking a compliment, he could do it and especially when it came to his artwork - he knew what he was doing, and he knew when he got it right, but it still somehow made heat travel to his cheeks when Thea did it. He kept quiet though, nodding more to himself. He wanted to draw her more and more with each passing day; having seen her naked, she resembled that of a Greek goddess, and he felt inspired more than ever. Patrick's eyes instantly shot up to find hers, hearing her question. He cleared his throat, knowing that he'd just been exposed. "You know I always want to touch your body," He stated, not lying. "It's so hard, when I can't." Patrick smirked softly and took the sketchbook back, placing it behind him. When he turned back around again, he saw the sheet going over his body, and he smiled softly as he moved even closer to the girl. "Oh? I've heard that body heat's the best solution for that," His hand moved around to her back, pressing her closer to him, his eyes staying on hers. "It's a shame I'm still wearing clothes."
THEA: Seeing the way he started to get flustered, she felt her grin only spread more as he looked like a schoolboy being caught sneaking an extra cookie or something. Thea gave a nod, "Oh I know you do," she said laughing a bit in amusement. "It's so hard? Are you saying it as in your dick, or just that it's generally hard?" Thea teases him, smiling a bit more as he goes along with this theory. "Yeah, that's what they always say on Naked and Afraid," she feels his hands and feels her chest against his. "That is a very good point, I don't see why they aren't already off anyway," she looks at Patrick as her hand snakes at his shirt, slowly pushing it up his body.
PATRICK: "Both," Patrick hummed, giving her a toothy grin. There had been times where he'd just think about Thea and it would get him hard. It wasn't really fair, because he wasn't able to do the same, and there had been way too many times during an art class, where he'd have to hide the bulge in his pants behind the easel, only because he'd randomly thought about the girl and his thoughts had escalated from there. "Can you imagine being asleep and waking up to me just randomly in your bed, naked, drawing you?" Patrick started, his question more rhetorical than anything, feeling her start to push his shirt up. "You'd kick me out in a heartbeat." Grinning, Patrick sat up slightly so he could help her, as he brought it up and over his head, throwing it wherever. He went back to his position, instantly feeling her breasts against his chest. He let out a deep breath that he didn't know he'd been holding in, his gaze shifting between her lips and her eyes, as his fingers drew random patterns on her back aimlessly. "Hi," Was all he could think to say as he laid there, taking her all in, and properly feeling her skin melt under his fingertips.
THEA: She smirked at his comment, "That's what I thought," she said in a soft tone as she laughed a bit. At the thought of that, she had to think. What would she have done? Probably assumed they had sex and she had just been too drunk. "I guess it would depend if I knew you were already there or not. It really would depend on what type of mood I was in too," she adds even though she knew he wasn't really asking for an answer from her. "Most likely I would be the one naked and afraid rather than on the TV show," she let out a small laugh at the thought, untangling from him. Thea watched as he slid his shirt off, smiling as Patrick came back towards her, his bare skin pressed against hers as he looked at her, and she just looked at him, not understand what the hell she was feeling right now but brought her face closer to his, her lips inches from his, "Hi," she murmured back before reaching a hand to the back of his neck and kissing him slowly, passionately.
PATRICK: Sometimes, Patrick wondered if he'd done things differently back in New York, things might have actually happened between them. If he hadn't slept with everyone he knew, if he hadn't been such a manwhore, then maybe Thea might've actually given him a chance. They had been such good friends, something that Patrick didn't want to change no matter what would happen - she was way too important to lose. Maybe that was how she'd felt as well, even though Patrick clearly valued every friendship he had with the people that he'd slept with, not wanting sex to such a dealbreaker. "I don't resemble a bear that much," Patrick scoffed at her comment jokingly. He was happy when she kissed him, something that he'd missed. Goosebumps arrived at the feeling of her hand on his neck, and he kissed her back instantly, pouring just as much passion into it, as she did. His leg slid in between hers, hating how he was still wearing his jeans, but he didn't want to focus on that now; it was the feeling of her lips against his, her skin underneath his fingertips, her breasts pressed against his chest.
THEA: "You're a bit hairy," she teased in return. Her lips found his again, her eyes shutting as she wanted to forget all the fucked up shit going on right now. Kissing him was easy and simple, almost like they had been doing all the time they had known each other. Thea felt a fire in the pit of her stomach, but was still not able to identify what that meant, and she was not ready to figure that out now. She felt his legs move between hers as she slid her hand to the small of his back. Thea continued kissing him over and over until she had to pull away a bit to finally breathe.
PATRICK: "Would you rather have me shave everything off and look like a 12-year old boy?" He asked her, clearly not doing it, even if she did want it; there were some things that Patrick was just too stubborn about. Thea being on the island had helped him loosen up a bit. He was pretty sure that if he hadn't had her, he would still have been all tense and breaking even more rules than he had, and getting into a lot of trouble. She calmed him down, and yet still managed to get him all riled up. He could feel his skin prickle where he was touching her, it was a wonderful feeling. When she pulled back to breathe, Patrick immediately leaned back in to start kissing down the corner of her lips, her jaw and her neck, his tongue occasionally licking the spots. He hummed against her lips, leaning more into her. He didn't want to stop. His hand that had rested on her back moved down to her waist, softly squeezing her hips and then moved up in between them until he found he found her breasts. She'd asked if he wanted to touch her body, and he did. He really did.
THEA: A soft hum left her lips as he his lips wandered her face and neck for a few moments, her nails gently running over his back as he returned back to her lips. Thea kissed him in return, her tongue sliding into the kiss, thinking to herself how she could enjoy just this for at least a few hours as she felt the pressure of his body against hers. His hands wandering up her frame, she felt them slide onto her boobs, letting a small noise of approval as she pulled away when in need of air once more.
PATRICK: Patrick hadn't seen this coming; he'd had no intentions of being on the bed, making out with the girl, while she was going through what she did. He'd thought about it, definitely, but he didn't want her to feel like he was abusing this time with her because she was more vulnerable than before. He'd come over with the intention of making her feel relaxed, but if she was feeling relaxed doing this, then Patrick couldn't really complain. He just didn't want her to think that he was taking advantage of her, when she was so down and in need of someone to be there with her. He couldn't help but enjoy it though. He squeezed her boob softly, taking in a sharp breath of air through his nose at the feeling, and let his fingers run over her nipple, feeling it harden under his touch again. When she pulled away from the kiss, Patrick was breathing heavily, and he leaned his forehead against hers, as he tried to catch it. His hand moved from her breast to her neck, to her cheek to cup it and he pecked her lips again softly. "What do you need me to do?" He asked her in a whisper, his eyes finally opening to watch her.
THEA: Even with how overwhelmed Thea was the moment of reprieve of guilt she was feeling. Yet she couldn't avoid it forever and she knew that, but her mind tried to figure out just as many ways to leave it, and certainly the distraction of Patrick's fingers over her nipple were most definitely working. She was thankful that they both needed to breathe as it was getting heated, but she also knew she shouldn't be having sex tonight. Even if by the second she could feel herself getting wetter. She was glad that his hand moved, pressing her chest back into his now and still rubbing at his lower back gently, she kisses him softly in return before opening her eyes as this was the closest she had been to her friend before. The question was a hard one to answer, because she had no idea. "I don't want to have sex tonight, it just feels....like that's not okay," Thea wanted to make that clear first. "I need you to just do what comes naturally, okay? Right now I'm Thea," she said to him, wanting to understand the distinction. "And I need my friend Patrick," she said as she wonders what he'll do next.
PATRICK: "My friend". Patrick loved hearing that. If he could remember exactly who it had been that had introduced her to him, he would've sent them a thank-you card, an edible arrangement, hell, even a sing-a-gram! She had been such a big part of his life throughout the past five years, and being on the island and having her help him through it had been so important to him. He nodded at her request, respecting it. He was kind of glad that he was wearing jeans and they were under the covers so it wasn't as obvious that he was growing hard. "I'm here," He whispered to her, pecking her lips softly again. "I'm always going to be here," Patrick was sentimental; he wore his heart on his sleeve when he got to know people, and he was fine with talking about his feelings. He knew that not everyone felt comfortable about that, and wouldn't be okay with hearing some of the things that he would say, but Thea had given him the green light to keep doing it and that was all that mattered.
Patrick moved his lips down her neck again, down to her collarbone, but instead of going down south, he went to the side. His hand found her shoulder, his palm resting flat against it as he pecked her skin a few times. His fingers ghosted over the skin of her forearms, his head moving to follow slowly as he continued the trail of kisses. "Do you know" He started, his lips tingling. "How" Another kiss followed, finding the crook of her elbow. His hand moved further down her arm, ahead of his lips. "Important" His fingers tapped lightly on her wrist, wanting her to open her hand, and he could feel her pulse underneath his lips. He kissed it softly. "You are" Finally, he felt his hand against her hand, his fingers moving up to play with hers. He kissed her palm softly before lacing his fingers with hers. "To me?" Patrick dragged his lips up to the top of her hand and kissed it and then looked up at Thea, not sure if he should wait for her response or not.
THEA: Thea could not appreciate enough how supportive Patrick was even before coming to the island. Even when he had made his like of her clear, she never ever felt uncomfortable with continuing their friendship. Nor did he ever try to do anything that would be crossing the line. He was respectable and she even felt confident telling his mother that the first time she had met the woman. When she heard him say that he was always going to be there, she smiled as she kissed him in return. In any point in time, she would have cringed a bit or pulled away a bit at the comment, but right now she needed to hear it.
The feeling of Patrick's lip traveling down her body felt nice as she shut her eyes a moment, realizing that his lips were going in a new direction. Thea opened her eyes again as she watched him, her arm outstretched as she listened to him as his lips traveled. Feeling his fingers, she opened her hand as he slid his hand into it as kissed and intertwined their fingers. She let out a small laugh as he finished his question and also the journey to the end of her hand. "No, how important?" She teases a bit before adding, "You're important to me too, Patrick."
PATRICK: He smiled softly at her, feeling grateful that she hadn't pulled away from him. This was a new territory that they hadn't discovered yet, and Patrick hated doing something that Thea was uncomfortable with. He trusted that she would tell him no, in whatever way she needed to, if she didn't like it though. And this was a good sign that he wasn't crossing the line. He leaned back down again, kissing each finger gingerly. "You are so important to me," He started, before moving back up again so he was face to face with the girl. "I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been on this island," He told her, his smile falling and his expression turning softer. "You're so important to me that I wrecked my entire apartment when you suddenly disappeared out of nowhere," He moved to hover slightly above her, looking straight into the girl's eyes. "You're so important to me," Patrick sucked in a deep breath, frowning slightly. "I care about you so much."
THEA: Her muscles were doing this weird thing of not wanting to pull away but also hesitating in accepting the actions. Thea never had accepted love, she gave it out, but never enjoyed receiving it. There were very few people she even felt comfortable showing intimacy with and most of them were her family. Patrick kissing at each one of her fingers was one of those moments, but it was over quickly but his words still remained important. She even moved her own hand over his heart, feeling it against her palm as he spoke, her eyes on his as he explained how important she was to him. Her brows furrowed wondering if he was going to say something else as he said he cared about her. "I care about you so much too," she said gently and genuinely.
PATRICK: She looked so small as she laid there underneath him, but that didn't take away the power that she over him; and many other people, Patrick presumed. She was not one to do romance, and he knew that, he was fine with it. She wanted to do her own thing, be with whoever she liked, do whatever she wanted with them, and he understood. He wasn't one to get jealous, or angry, or bitter because of that; because he was the same. And Patrick didn't want to push the romance onto her. But right in that moment, Patrick felt intimacy like he'd never done before, and that was big coming from him. And he was scared that she might pull away. He was really hoping she wouldn't. He smiled softly down at her, his hand coming up to brush her hair away from her face. "You don't have to say anything," He whispered, knowing that she wasn't really one to talk about her feelings like that. "Not if you don't want to."
THEA: Looking up at him, she was starting to get uncomfortable with not being on top. Even in tender moments like this, why was it that she thought about control? Thea looked in his eyes as she just kept her palm pressed against his chest as she felt his fingers move to her hair again. She shook her head a bit as he spoke, "I mean it, I do care so much about you, Patrick. You kept me sane in times I wanted to tear down the world. You have been patient when people would have given up years ago. You're a good person and you deserve to know that I care about you." She said, gently pushing so that she could be hovering over him now.
PATRICK: Patrick listened intently as the girl under him started speaking, telling him how she felt. This was all new, he hadn't experienced Thea like this before, but he didn't hate it. He actually really liked it. She was sweet to him, in her own little way, sure, but she'd never really opened up to him before, the way that she'd done during his stay on the island. He was about to say something when he felt her push him down, and he laid down flat on his back, quickly shoving the sketchbook onto the floor so he wouldn't lay on it. His hands came up to rest on her naked thighs, and he smiled softly. "You putting up with me for so long has shown me that you care," He told her. His eyes went down to look at his hands caressing the soft skin on her thighs for a moment, before traveling up again to meet hers. "But I don't hate hearing it."
THEA: She felt herself tingle as he rubbed at her thigh, trying to not be wet at the thoughts that came to her mind when he did it. She laughed a bit at his comment, "I mean I think we mutually put up with each other. Considering I am not always the kindest human in the world and I certainly gave you plenty of reasons to run for the fucking hills," Thea teased. Feeling Patrick's hand again, she smiled a bit before teasingly saying, "Well good, because it's not very often that I'll ever be this way, I think you must have sedated me with that grilled cheese." Leaning back down she kisses his lips softly.
PATRICK: They weren't really supposed to be friends, if it came to their personalities. He was way too soft, he liked being sentimental, he didn't feel embarrassed if he showed that he was vulnerable. She was the opposite. She was more straight-forward about her feelings, able to shut things down better. But, they were both stubborn, and they knew how to keep the banter alive; and then there was the physical attraction that Patrick had had towards the girl since the moment he'd laid his eyes on her. "Oh, absolutely, you can be mental at times. Remember the time that one girl threw her drink at you?" He could be the same way, especially when drunk, a lot of things would piss him off. Patrick grinned at her words before feeling her lips upon his again, and he responded immediately. "Don't worry, I'm soaking it all in now, in case it doesn't happen ever again." He muttered into the kiss, and wrapped his arms around her. He would like for it to happen again, but he wasn't expecting anything.
THEA: Thea smiled when he called her mental, because it was true, but at the mention of the girl, Thea's smile went away for a moment. "You mean the cunt who kept trying to insert herself into our conversation and I kept telling her to go away? The one who ruined my fucking dress and I almost killed on spot? That one?" She felt the anger building up a bit, but she managed to push it back down as she kissed him, smiling at his words. "Or until the next time you sedate me with grilled cheese," she jokes before kissing him once more before letting out a sigh. "Alright, now how are you going to help me?" Thea raises a brow playfully as she looks in his eyes.
PATRICK: Humming, Patrick smirked softly. "It was kinda hot, seeing you get so angry," He mused, but his expression quickly turned serious. "But if that happens again, you make sure that you don't get hurt, please?" He was gonna go completely apeshit if anyone ever laid a violent hand on her. Raising his eyebrows, Patrick thought about the possibility of doing this again; she wasn't ruling it out, and it was nice. He wasn't going to take advantage of that though, he knew that Thea still wanted to remain powerful. "I'm currently making a mental note of that," He said, mimicking him writing it down. "Hmm...we can watch a movie? Or I can start up that bath for you? Or we can blast some music really loud and have a mini concert right here, right now?"
THEA: "I mean I'm sure it was, although I'm just hot in any mood," she grins before raising a brow as he quickly went to wanting to defend her again. Thea patted his cheek as she shook her head, "I can defend myself pretty well, don't you worry Patrick." She kisses him in reassurance before winking as he pretends to write it down in the air. Thea thought for a moment, trying to figure out if any of those sounded remotely appealing to her. "Or we could just talk? I've got some wine, we could sit outside until the sun comes up," she said alluding to one of the things Patrick had said about her.
PATRICK: Patrick didn't have a choice, he had to agree with what Thea said. She was hot in any mood, and it was frustrating, because it meant that the guy had difficulty staying away from her. It had made the five years of knowing her a lot harder - in every meaning of that word. "I know you can," He said, his hand moving up her back, to her shoulder and down her arm slowly. "But still...I don't like the idea of anyone doing anything to you," He watched his hand caress her upper arm softly, almost hypnotized at how silky smooth she was. It almost felt like she wasn't real. Patrick raised his eyebrows, instantly remembering the whole thing that he had written about her. Was she trying to tell him something? "Sure," He nodded, after a moment. He wasn't thinking about whether or not it was a good choice; he was analyzing every single thing that she could possibly mean, in his head. "Wine and sunrises are always a good idea," Patrick placed his hands on her back again as he sat up, making sure that she didn't fall over as he moved his body. He reached out for his t-shirt again, ready to put it back on.
THEA: She gave a small shake of her head, placing a hand on each side of his cheeks before saying, "No one is going to do anything to me, and if they try, I'm not fucking scared." She said feeling the way he touched her, trying to be protective of her. Thea looked at his reaction, wondering what he might be thinking. "Good, good, I think I must have heard it in a book somewhere," she said in jest as he sat up. Rolling over a bit, she sat herself up as well. Seeing that he was reaching for his shirt, she reach an arm out to take it, "Oh thanks, I was wondering what I was gonna wear," she said before sliding it over her head and onto her body before sliding out from the covers. Stretching for a moment before standing up, she looks at him with a grin, knowing he probably had waited for five years to see her in his top and nothing else.
PATRICK: There wasn't much that Patrick could do, to make Thea see that he didn't want anything to happen to her. He knew that she was capable of taking care of herself, she'd done it plenty of times before, but it didn't mean that Patrick didn't hate the idea of it. Her hands on his cheeks were somewhat reassuring; at least he liked to think so. He enjoyed it when she put her hands on him in this caring, attentive way; it made his heart skip a little. Hearing her off-handed joke, Patrick couldn't help but smirk softly. "Mhmm, a book, sure." He was about to put his t-shirt on when he felt it being grabbed out of his hands and instead, he watched as Thea put it on, his jaw having slightly dropped at the sight. His gaze followed her, and he couldn't help but notice that it was a little big on her, but still managed to highlight every feature on her body. "I- yeah...you're welcome..." He mumbled, not being able to take his eyes off of her.
THEA: Thea gave him one more soft peck to try to reinstate that she would be okay. She gave him another small wink as he played along with the remark. The Domme could see Patrick's reaction and she couldn't help but enjoy how excited he was by her wearing an article of his clothing. The way he couldn't even form a sentence made her let out an amused laugh as she opened the door to the bedroom, "Careful, you've got a little drool," she smirks before moving towards the stairs and heading down as she moved to grab two wine glasses. She spoke up, loud enough so he could hear, "It's a cheap wine type of night," she said before grabbing a bottle of wine that could have been picked up the gas station. She poured them each a glass.
PATRICK: She had no right to look that good in his t-shirt. It wasn't fair. It stopped right at her thighs, and it made Patrick crave more. It was that feeling of it being so exciting because he wasn't getting what he wanted, and she had all of the control. Hearing what she said, Patrick immediately woke up again, and felt his lip to see if he'd actually been drooling. She wasn't completely wrong. When he looked back up again, she was gone. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. She was going to be the death of him, not thinking that for the first time, and he crawled out of bed to stand up, only to notice the bulge in his pants. He heard her voice and the clinks of the glasses hitting every now and again. Patrick swallowed hard and decided to just make his way downstairs - he normally wouldn't have cared that he was hard, but this time was different; she'd asked for no sex, and there he was, getting aroused by something as simple as her wearing his t-shirt. "That's one of the best type of nights," He said, walking up to the girl, half-limping and his hand moving to cover his crotch.
THEA: She filled up each glass to the brim and got some Ritz crackers, salami, cheese, and grapes out. It had always been funny in college, because they were on a college student's budget, yet the group of friends they had always wanted to be bougie. So when they had their "sophisticated art parties" this was what they would serve. Thea missed those days a bit but was glad she had someone who shared the experience there with her. Hearing him come down the stairs, she turned her head to look at him, with a smile, "Hell yeah." Her eyes went over Patrick, furrowing her brows a bit as he walked up to her, "You good there? You didn't like step on something or pull a muscle?" Her eyes traveling down to where his hand was on his groin and realized what the limp was for. "Oh, I see, something bothering you?" She teases a bit as she grabs her glass and the plate of snacks moving towards the door to her backyard. "Bring your glass and the bottle, boner boy."
PATRICK: Patrick could feel it press against his thigh, wanting to be released from the denim prison that it was in. Clearing his throat, he felt a slight blush creep up on his chest. "It's not- it doesn't bother me," He lied, shrugging his shoulders. Why was he getting these boners just because he looked at Thea's body? He wasn't normally like this, he was capable of controlling himself around other people. He grabbed his glass and the bottle of wine like instructed and followed right after Thea to go outside. He'd only briefly seen her backyard when she'd taken him around on the tour, and it was pretty. "I just can't- it's- it's obvious that I think you're really hot," He said motioning towards his boner. "You can keep that t-shirt if you want."
THEA: Thea could see him getting flustered as she gave a half nod as she knew it was clearly bothering him. "Alright Pattie Melt, no need to feel ashamed." She gives him another small wink before heading out back. She moved towards the daybed that was under the gazebo and placed the bottle of win on the glass table, turning to realize he was explaining himself to her. "Really? I really would have never known," she laughed a bit as she slid onto the bed, taking a sip of wine as she placed down the plate of food. "Oh, I was planning on it whether you gave me permission or not." She gives a small shrug before looking towards his boner again.
PATRICK: It was horrible timing, but what was he supposed to be doing? Just five minutes before, she'd been kissing and straddling him, all naked, and now she was wearing his t-shirt - he really couldn't win with this girl. Not that he wanted to, he'd happily surrender and give in to anything she wanted, but still, now was not the right time to be aroused. Patrick sat down at the bottom of Thea's daybed and took a sip of his wine, shaking his head at her and bringing her legs up to rest on his lap. "You know exactly what you're doing to me, and it's not fair," He told her accusingly, but in a teasing way; he loved it and it was plain to see. The air hit his naked chest as he looked out over her backyard, but it wasn't cold, it was more refreshing after having been underneath the naked girl. He couldn't help but think about how so much had changed during his short stay on the island. How the two friends had moved from Patrick basically flirting with her non-stop, to actually having sex with her and being intimate with the girl. She was a mystery to him.
THEA: She grinned as he guided her legs onto his lap as she grabbed a grape and popped it into her mouth before taking a sip of wine and raised a brow mischievously at him in response to his pointed remark. "I can't help how you feel," Thea said back as she leaned her shoulder against the cushion as she faces him. She grabbed another grape, her eyes locking with his as she brought it up to her lips, the coolness of it pressing against her lips before she ate it before asking, "Hey, tell me something I don't know about you."
PATRICK: Patrick got lost in Thea's eyes for what was probably the millionth time. It was easy for him to do. They were so kind and gentle, and yet hid away so much history and pain, and it made Patrick's stomach twist, knowing that he didn't even know the half of it. He liked sharing things about himself; mostly because they weren't all depressing things, and he liked getting people to laugh at his stories and him, so he'd told her mostly everything about himself. Raising his eyebrows, he thought for a moment, moving his head to look into his wine. It swirled around in the glass. "You want me to tell you something you don't know..." Patrick hummed, thinking for a bit.
"Remember how you asked if I'd lost anyone, earlier today, and I said that I'd lost a best friend a few years ago?" Patrick said, keeping his eyes on the wine. "His name was Ben, and we'd been friends since we were both, what? 6-7 years old, I think? We used to do everything together. We'd camp out and read comic books under our sleeping bags with those giant flashlights that a child can barely even carry," He gestured the size of them, overestimating how big they actually were, and chuckled. "He was the first person I told, when I lost my virginity. We even cut our hands and swore to be blood brothers to each other, which in hindsight, a 12 year old should not have done," Patrick said, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. "Everything was fine, we both got into NYU, we moved in together in Sophomore year, he was making a lot of money with his art, but then, I don't know," Patrick paused, swallowing hard at the memory. His eyes were still locked on the beverage in his hand. "He killed himself in Junior year. I later found out that he was depressed, and didn't think he was going anywhere with his life." Sucking in a deep breath, Patrick raised his head and looked at Thea again. "I miss him."
THEA: When she had asked Patrick to tell her something, she didn't expect it to be extremely deep, maybe a story about breaking a bone, or a time he got a pet. But when he asked if she remembered him mentioning losing his friend, she gave a small nod. Pressing her lips together, she listened, smiling softly at his description of the memories they shared. She could even remember some memories of her own through his, but felt her heart warm as he described their friendship, it sounded special and meaningful to him. But it was clear that the person he was talking about passed away. When she heard the name Ben, she tried to remember if she knew him at all. And that's when she remembered her friend running into her dorm room Sophomore year and telling her about Patrick's roommate, and Thea bit at her lower lip as he started to explain what happened. Her brows furrowed a sadness in her eyes as she found him looking back up towards her. She gives a small nod, "Yeah, that's...that's never going to go away, but he sounds amazing, and I am sorry that he felt that way." Wishing she had something better to say.
PATRICK: The story about Patrick's friendship with Ben wasn't one that he normally talked about, if even at all. He was pretty sure that the only other person who knew about how sorrowful and heartbroken Patrick still felt, was his mom. Other than that, he didn't really tell anyone about it. Nodding, Patrick offered Thea a small smile, thankful for the sympathy. It was a heavy subject and he hadn't really expected her to say anything. "Yeah, it's...it's okay," He said, his voice slightly cracking and he quickly turned his head to wipe away the one tear that had been threatening to spill out of his eye. He managed to swallow the hurt and he took a sip of his wine. "On a lighter note though, I once had sex with a girl who let me fuck her in the ass, and she thought that I was going to marry her afterwards."
THEA: She gave him a nod, moving a bit close to him, she sees him wiping away a tear and kisses his cheek gently, a hand moving to rub at his hair, taking another sip of her own wine. Mid-sip, when he told the other fact, she choked a bit, spitting some wine as she pinched the bridge of her nose as she was pretty sure she just got wine up her nose from swallowing the wrong way, but she couldn't help but laugh through the burning. Thea shook her head, she couldn't believe Patrick's history. After she was done with her laughter she said, "She must have been under the impression that, 'Sodomy is between God and me,' hence marriage." Thea said as she adjusted her glasses as she felt the stinging sensation start to reside.
PATRICK: Patrick instantly grinned, his hand moving to rub her back so she wouldn't die from choking the wine. He made her laugh and that was the most important thing. Patrick shrugged his shoulders, his arm moving to loop around her knees. "Maybe? I mean, we did do it in her car, outside the church that she attended, so who knows? Maybe she felt guilty, and needed to apologize to God?" He didn't have a clue, but he'd freaked out instantly, at the idea of marriage and knew that he had to get out of that relationship, almost as fast as he'd gotten into her car at the promise of anal. "I rarely have awkward situations with people, but that one...she threw her drink in my face when I broke up with her." Patrick chuckled at the memory, knowing that it had been an easy way out. "Now it's your turn. What, out of the million things that I don't know about you, do you think I should know now?"
THEA: She smiled a bit as he rubbed her back, smiling as he moved his arm around her knees. Raising her brows, she laughed again. "I was going to say Jesus, but that would only be too apropos." She joked a bit as she couldn't believe how bad he was when it came to being mean, "Damn, you douchebag," Thea laughs a bit before taking another sip as she tries to think of something to share with him. When she figured something to share, "Alright, from elementary school up until my freshman year of high school, I was in chess club, and I even made it up to like the youth finalists of New Mexico, some twat named Teddy beat me and he looked at me and started crying and apologizing for winning because he said I was too pretty to lose."
PATRICK: "Don't bring his son into it, it's bad enough that the big guy's involved," Patrick chuckled. He liked that they'd moved on from the heavy topic and to this instead. It wasn't that he'd been uncomfortable or didn't trust Thea enough to keep going on about it - he did. That was why he'd told her in the first place. But he figured that if she wanted to know more, she'd ask him about it, and if not, then that was it. "Mhmm, I'm such a bad boy," He joked, taking a sip of his wine and then listening intently to her story. "No way!" He exclaimed and turned his body slightly, making sure that her legs were still draped over him, but facing her more. "Teddy wasn't lying though. So what happened? Did you just go home after that, or did his outburst do something to make you move forward in the championship?"
THEA: Thea smiled even more at his remark back, "Touche," she grins, rolling her eyes as he called himself a bad boy. "More like a bad bitch," she says in return, using the term she knew he enjoyed. She laughed a little at Patrick's investment in her story as he turned towards her a bit more. She gave a nod, "Oh I told him that I knew that. Umm yeah, I'm pretty sure my mom just took us out for ice cream. Wait!" Thea just remembered the other part, "We saw him there at the ice cream shop, and I was like thirteen at the time? And he came up to me and tried to ask if I wanted to go on a date and I said no, and he asked me why not, and I told him something like 'Well, you cry like a baby and you beat me at chess.' So yeah, who knows if he won or not." She gives a shrug before finishing off her glass of wine.
PATRICK: Patrick almost growled at the name that she gave him, it reminded him of her being in charge and Dominating him, but he restrained himself. He knew that he wasn't the only one who'd been given that name, having been told about the booty shorts that she'd made, but he didn't really care. As far as he knew, he was the only one she called 'Adonis', so he figured he was already winning. "Aw man...I was rooting for this guy," Patrick joked and let his hand run up and down Thea's thigh softly. "Both in terms of dating you, and winning the chess game." He leaned over and found the bottle of wine and poured some more into Thea's glass. "Can you teach me, at some point?"
THEA: "Oh yeah? Well he never had a chance anyway, I would have broken him," Thea smirked, feeling his hand run up and down her leg,she tried not to feel herself getting wet at the motion. "I don't really do dating." Even in high school she never had a boyfriend or a crush even. Fascinations happened, sure. But, it wouldn't last long, most of the times it was someone going after her. Holding out her glass she smiled a bit, "Thanks," she said before taking a small sip and smiled a bit more. "Teach you what? How to date me or how to play chess?" Thea didn't mind the fact that the shirt was starting to ride up her sides as Patrick rubbed her thigh.
PATRICK: Scoffing, Patrick nodded. "Without a doubt. At least I haven't cried about your beauty, yet," He grinned, knowing that he went on about it a lot, but he couldn't help it; she was very clearly his muse, telling her or showing her how beautiful he found her made him do it. He had trouble putting words to it, so instead, he'd compare it to things that he knew of, images that were stuck in his brain for inspiration. "Yeah, I'm gonna ask you to teach me about dating when you don't want to do it," He scoffed again and grinned. "No, I meant the chess thing. I've always wanted to learn, but I've never had the patience to actually sit down and look into it. You know how I get, I need to be up and about, doing something with my life." Patrick said and filled his glass with a bit more wine before placing the bottle back on the ground, and his hands returned to the soft skin on her legs.
THEA: She smiled, letting out a content laugh as he agreed with her. "You seriously haven't cried over me?" Thea was somewhat surprise with just how in touch with his emotions he was, she figured that maybe he would have at some point, not that it didn't bother her that he hadn't either. She let out a small chuckle at his witty remark before giving a nod, "Yeah, I could try to teach you, although I have a feeling you're going to be just sitting and watching me and not listening at all." She smirks over at Patrick knowing all too well that the only time she saw him quiet and pensive was when he was drawing or painting. Feeling his hand again, she took another swig before saying, "What else? Tell me something else."
PATRICK: Patrick furrowed his eyebrows, smirking a little bit. That was an intriguing question to ask, he thought. "No? Am I supposed to? Did I not read the contract thoroughly enough when I signed up for being your friend?" He asked rhetorically, teasing her. Patrick was a really sensitive guy, but he rarely cried. If he was hurt, he would get angry and violent if something went wrong for him; crying wasn't his thing, until he'd dealt with it in a more aggressive way. He hummed, smiling to himself. Yeah, she knew him, because getting to just sit and look at Thea all day would basically be a dream come true. "I won't lie to you, that's exactly what I would do." He grinned, slightly starting to feel the effect of the alcohol in his body. "Something else?" He thought, letting out a puff of air. "I was once bitten in the thigh by a zebra at the zoo."
THEA: Letting out a small laugh, she shook her head, "No, no just a but surprised, that's all," she teased a bit. She laughed a bit more as she took another drink as she felt the warmth of the alcohol filling her stomach as she gave a nod, "Oh, I know, it would definitely be easy to win against you though." Thea smirked as she drank another swallow of wine. Raising her brows, she choked a bit, she really needed to stop drinking right as he was about to tell a story. Coughing a bit, she made sure it went down the right windpipe before saying "What?! Okay, I have so many questions! First of all, ow! Or did it hurt? How old were you? How did you get that close to a zebra for that to happen? Do you have a scar?"
PATRICK: "How come?" Grinning, Patrick was really intrigued to know why she was so surprised. He could be the sappiest guy, and he knew that, but he also figured that he was doing an alright job at keeping his feelings at bay. Raising his glass, Patrick pointed to highlight the girl's point and then said, "and you like to win. So really, we're both getting what we want." He smirked, hoping she might give in so he could spend several hours just taking her in. He laughed at the amount of questions that she had for him and his Zebra accident. "I was about 5, I think. I don't know, but it was at one of those Safari drive thrus where you can feed them. Anyway, I had my window down and some food in my lap, and the zebra snuck his head in and grabbed the food, and that was when I felt its teeth go into my leg too. In hindsight, it probably wasn't that bad, but you know, when you're 5, then every pain is horrible," Patrick explained nonchalantly. "Yeah, I do, want to see it?" But before she could answer, he'd moved her legs to the side so he could stand up and unbutton his jeans. He pulled them down and searched for the small red dents in his skin, so he could show her. "There. That's from its tooth."
THEA: She shrugged at his question, "I guess I just thought since you've been keen on me for five years at some point I would have made you cry for some reason or another." Thea spoke honestly as she chuckled at his comment. "You're ridiculous, are you seriously never going to get tired of my face?" Thea nodded as he spoke, intrigued by this story. "Oh man, that's crazy," she shook her head a bit. She rolled her eyes a bit, "How the fuck did I guess that you were going to take your pants off to show me?" Getting onto her knees at the edge of the daybed right where he stood, checking to see if he still had a boner before but it was unsure in the lighting. She moved, squinting a bit until she saw it, "Oh, huh, well I guess it was probably bigger when you were younger," she said as she ran her finger over it, feeling the tiny indent in his skin.
PATRICK: Patrick let out a hearty laugh at Thea's reason, nodding along. "I can see why you'd think that," he laughed. He'd been wanting to be with her for so long and working so hard on it, without anything happening, but it didn't mean that it had been difficult. "I guess the different company I had over the years made it easy for me to not shed a tear over you," Patrick smirked, referring to all of the people that he'd had sex with over the years. "I think if I got a head injury, and I lost my sanity...nah, even then, I wouldn't get tired of your faace." Patrick responded confidently, knowing himself. It felt like a new feeling every time he looked at Thea. His boner had relaxed and but it didn't mean that he didn't feel a slow burn in his abdomen every now and again; especially when his t-shirt had moved up slightly, after he'd rubbed her thighs. A shiver ran down his spine when he felt her fingers on him - he figured she'd touch him, yet it still took him by surprise. "Everything's bigger when you're younger." He muttered, and pulled his jeans back up, but not bothering with buttoning them back up again. His crotch wash half out as he sat back down again, taking the last sip of his wine. "You tell me something...sexual?"
THEA: At least he felt like what she said was valid, considering she didn't want to seem like she was too confident in her abilities. She rolled her eyes at his comment about other people. Again going back to the first impression she had of the male. "Well I'm glad you kept yourself occupied," she said waving it off a bit as she felt more at ease when he complimented her again. Thea felt a warmth in her stomach, figuring it was just the wine as she took another sip. "Is it still your favorite thing to draw?" She teases him, as it was a reference to a comment made when they had first met. A mutual friend of theirs said that she was his favorite thing to draw now. And it had just stuck as a statement they would say. She looked back towards him, "Definitely," she agreed before scooting back to let him rest where he had just been. Thea saw that he had finished his glass and decided to down the rest of hers. "Something sexual," she smirked a bit, "Hmmm," she said before reaching over him bending to get the wine from the ground as the shirt slides up her body, exposing her ass a moment before she gets the bottle and pours the remaining contents into their glasses as she the shirt slides back down her body. "The first time I masturbated to the thought of fucking you was a few months after I met you. You got into a fight with a guy at the bar on 4th, and afterwards you looked at me in this way like you were trying to impress me, and that night when I was in the shower I fucked myself thinking about calling you my bitch and making you beg to cum for me."
PATRICK: "I don't think my hand would've been enough," Patrick chuckled, referring to all of the dreams and thoughts that he'd had about Thea, and how it had still resulted in hours and hours of masturbation. Five years would have been a long time to have gone without having sex, especially to try and make Thea fuck him. But, maybe if he hadn't slept with so many different people, she would've given him a chance - she always mad him aware of what a manwhore he was, and he owned up to. "Your face? Hmm, let me think," He paused for a moment, pretending to think about the whole situation. "It's definitely up there," Patrick teased, a grin on his face. It was quite clear that her face definitely was his favorite thing to draw. He kept his eyes on her, his hand still on her leg as he watched her, and he couldn't help but feel himself gasp softly at the sight of her bare ass. He wanted to reach out and make her straddle him, so he could grab her ass - maybe even turn her around and bite into it? No, no, she was talking and he had to listen, especially to this answer, he thought to himself and snapped out of it, retaining some sort of self-control. "I-" He wasn't sure where to begin with the information she'd just given him. "A few months after meeting me?" Was she telling him that he'd gone five years with her sitting on that information, and not doing anything about it, despite him trying and trying. "Oh, wait, was it the fight where that guy was hitting on you, and he wouldn't stop touching you, and when I came to tell you that we were leaving, he pushed me away? The one where I ended up with the black eye and the busted lip? I thought I saw you giving me a funny look..."
THEA: Thea snorted a bit as he alludes to jerking off for her as she shook her head a bet as he tries to explain herself. A smirk plays on her face as he teases about whether or not her face was his favorite thing to draw. Her eyes meet his after she heard him gasp a little when she had bent over. Once again getting to enjoy the effect she had on Patrick as she spilled something she had kept to herself all this time, she gives a nod as he confirms that it had been a few months. She nodded once more at his question, "Yeah, it was that fight. Did you then?" She let out a small chuckle as she took a sip of her wine. "Well now I suppose you know," she gives a little shrug before saying, "Now you share something sexual!"
PATRICK: Patrick didn't know how to fight. He almost always wanted to fight, after too much alcohol, but it also always almost resulted in him getting hurt in some stupid way, because he wasn't capable of actually hitting back. With this guy though, he'd actually managed to punch him right in the jaw before he got tackled down, but it had warranted him feeling quite impressed and proud of himself. And maybe, just maybe, it had been because he'd seen how the guy had been all over Thea, and a slight sting of jealousy had hit him. "I like knowing that you've fucked yourself to the thought of me," He said, smirking as he leaned in to peck her lips softly. "I want to know more about it," He tongue moved out to lick her lip before he pulled away again to answer her question. "I once, accidentally, moaned your name while I was with one of your friends. Olivia." He revealed and smiled, not really all that embarrassed by it.
THEA: That night had been odd, the guy who had come with them out for the night was supposedly meeting friends there. He had been begging the entire night for them to have sex and although he was attractive and she was having a fun time, he started getting sloppier and when Patrick had come over and pushed him away, insisting she was staying, even though she could have stopped it and told the other guy that she would not be staying, her friend had took it upon himself to fuck shit up. And she liked the trouble secretly as it unfolded. She smirked as she kissed him in return, "You want to hear how I fingered myself but that wasn't enough so I used the showerhead?" Thea felt his tongue, and was about to invite his tongue into her mouth as he pulled away. A wide grin slowly grew on her face at that, "Holy shit, she never told me that?! What happened?"
PATRICK: There was that familiar burning sensation in his abdomen again, beginning to reach his dick, as he listened to her words. He wanted more information, he wanted more details, and actually, he just wanted to see it and experience it. "Yes please," He begged quietly, not aware that his throat had gone all dry at the thought of her in the shower, and his voice being raspy. "I would also like to see a showerhead being used on you, please," Patrick admitted, feeling his dick started to harden and grow again. It could do just that, with only the restraints of his boxers this time, knowing that his unbuttoned jeans gave his member more freedom. "She didn't? That's surprising. Basically, we didn't make it up to my apartment, and we did it on the staircase, but she was wearing knee-high boots like you sometimes did, and I don't know, something in my brain triggered it," Patrick told her, shrugging his shoulders as he smiled at the memory. "We laughed about it and she said something like, 'I can't wait to tell Thea about this'. But I guess, me going down on her after that made her forget about it?" He didn't mean to sound cocky, but Patrick also knew he had a talented mouth, based on his experiences, and he was a little proud of it.
THEA: She could hear the change in his voice as she grinned and whispered, "How the water ran over my clit as I though about dominating you," she teased him, looking down his member grew for her as she spoke, her eyes moving to greet his, "I bet you would," she said as she smirked. Shaking her head as he asked if she hadn't. "They probably were mine," she said before Patrick started to recount the story and it felt odd to hear him talk about Olivia. She moved away to take a sip of her wine again, rolling her eyes as he spoke of himself. "Right, of course," she murmured before tilting her head back to down the rest of her wine.
PATRICK: He felt a shiver run down his spine and he shuddered for a second at the feeling, as he listened to her talk, describing everything to me. His jaw almost dropped at the pure thought of her in that shower, pleasing herself because of a look that he'd given her. "Yeah?" Patrick let out, breathlessly, as he could feel himself lean more and more into her, almost dreaming away to that night as if he had been there. No, instead he was sat at home, a bag of frozen peas on his eye and sulking over the attention that Thea had given the man, and not Patrick. Smirking, Patrick's hand remained on Thea's thigh, but it started moving in and up, slowly making its way to where he wanted it to go. She'd told him no sex but that didn't mean he couldn't try and tease her. It probably wouldn't end up well, she'd most likely tell him no, and that was fine. But he wouldn't know if he didn't try. "What? You're not jealous, are you?" His tone was more teasing as his fingers crept closer and closer to her sex.
Marley was right to believe that something was up when Puck texted her to make plans for the night. To be completely honest, ever since their movie night, it was all he could think about. All he could think about was her squirming beneath him and he wanted nothing more than to take it to the next level. It was a need at this point. He needed to feel what it felt like to be completely consumed by her and he was sure that he was the right person to introduce her to that next step. Before, he would have thought that he didn’t deserve that, but with Marley and their time together, he was sure that no one else deserved it more. It wasn’t just a game for him, he was possessive over her and he was not going to let someone else get that part of her before he did. Call him selfish, but that was the absolute truth.
He was dressed in a simple tank top and a pair of shorts when he hopped into his truck to go pick her up. It was a casual kind of night and he didn’t want to overdress to take away from the simplicity he wanted for the evening. He ordered some Chinese food that was already at his room and the only thing that was missing was the girl. As soon as he parked, he hopped out and practically ran to her door before ringing the doorbell. “Hey, babe. You ready?” He asked as soon as she opened the door.
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Lia: had gotten in earlier that day though she had spent most of it sleeping. She hadn't been expecting Elliot's text but she was pleasantly surprised, texting him that she was still out of town and planning to surprise him. She had only woken up an hour or so ago, pulling out the Harper shirt from the dryer and folding it before heading to change into some shorts and a plaid t-shirt. She ruffled her already curly hair and made sure she looked presentable before heading over to Elliott's place. She vaguely remembered the number from their movie night and she knocked on the door as she arrived. She knew he had been nervous and she could only hope this would help.
