A/N: Sorry for the very long delay, got hectic exams going on right now.
I hope this is alright, not much goes on, I guess it could be more of a filler chapter, quite a lot of fluff... OK pretty much almost all fluff :)
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So please enjoy!
Chapter 8
Teresa woke the next morning to the pitter patter of rain drops hitting the window in Patrick's room, she could tell it was still early as the sun was barely rising into the dark grey sky. Her legs were tangled with his and the sheets they lie within, she sighed contently to herself as she looked up at the face of the sleeping form next to her; her head was still on his chest and his arms still securely round her waist. She revelled in his masculine smell and listened to his placid breathing.
Pushing up onto her elbow she looked down at him, a smile graced her lips, as a warm feeling spread into her stomach. She wondered how long she could lie there for, the sound of the rain mixed with the presence of Patrick gave her a sense of peace, keeping her mind off the true and unhappy events that consume her life; she could stay like this forever.
It did still scare her a little, how easily she gave into her feelings for him, but she couldn't stop herself; she knew that she was falling for him, and how was she supposed to stop? He was everything that she needed, everything that she wanted, and she wasn't going to regret her decision that had her ending up in his bed, enveloped in his arms.
She slowly pulled her arm up and delicately ran her index finger down the centre of his forehead, over his nose, ghosted over his lips, and finally slid down to his toned chest where her hand stilled, memorizing his body like she wouldn't get another chance. She leaned over him a little and placed a soft kiss to his lips and after a second slightly pulled back. Watching him as his eyes slowly fluttered open, she gave him a sweet smile and repeated her action of giving him a soft kiss.
"Good morning" She spoke sweetly.
"Hmm it is a good morning" He replied, smiling up at her, his sleep filled voice sounding heavenly to her ears. He pulled his hands up to stroke her hair back from her face, as he looked up at her admiringly. " I'm glad you came here last night" He smiled warmly to her, wanting her to know that he didn't mean just because they ended up in his bed. What he was feeling for her was beyond physical and he wanted her to know that.
"Me too" She almost whispered to him, she'd felt secure in his arms last night and even more so this morning; everything just felt right to her. She couldn't stop the feeling in the pit of her stomach however, that was telling her something bad was bound to happen, it always did where she was concerned. She bravely swallowed the feeling down and told herself to enjoy the moment for however long it would last; she wouldn't let a stupid feeling ruin something that was good and was only getting better.
"How're you feeling this morning?" He asked her, concern ever present on his features.
"I'm feeling a lot better now" She smiled down at him, a slight blush crept into her cheeks. "I think I'm gonna try my brothers again later though... Hopefully they'll answer" She sighed, finally feeling the pain in her chest from the previous evening, as she drew invisible patterns on his chest.
"I'm sure they'll speak to you soon; they're your brothers. Just give them some time" He reassured her, stroking his thumb soothingly across her cheek.
"I know it's just... They were all I had and now they're just... Gone" She struggled to reply, biting back the tears threatening to fall. She leaned in to the warm touch of his hand, that seemed to give her the strength she needed. Patrick caught a stray tear that fell, and wiped it away, giving her a sad understanding smile.
"They're not gone completely, just away, okay. You will speak to them before you know it, and you'll wonder what you were upset about... Besides I'm more than capable of taking care of you" She laughed silently at him and his optimism, that actually made her feel more positive about the situation. For once talking to someone made her feel better. He made her feel better. She felt stupid at how upset she was; she should be happy with him and what they have right now. She slowly dipped down, her lips a breath away from his.
"You're very wise" She whispered, grinning against his lips.
"So I've been told" Not wanting to talk any longer, he met Teresa half way, so that their lips met. The kiss deepened as quickly as it begun, as Teresa slid her tongue into his mouth, where they dueled in passion; Patrick took know time in rolling them over, so that he now lye over her.
Feeling his arousal, Teresa grinned against his lips as she slowly lowered her hand to a certain sensitive destination of his, causing Patrick to moan before pulling his lips away from hers; he looked down at her with a slight shock and amusement at her sudden confidence and boldness.
His lips descended on to hers once again as her slowly slid into her, causing Teresa to whimper wanting more. She felt her heart blossom at the feeling, for once she felt wanted by someone she was beginning to care deeply for, and she wasn't going to give that up anytime soon. Forgetting about her brother, her father and John, Teresa lost herself in the wonderful feelings she felt right now.
Having finally got out of bed later that morning, having decided they both needed breakfast after the tiring bedroom activities they participated in. Patrick was currently in front of the oven in his usual grey pajama bottoms cooking them both some pancakes. Teresa sat at the island, in only his button down shirt, watching him with complete adoration as he flipped the pancakes. She was thinking how much she could get used to this, but also how she new that she couldn't take things for granted.
"What are you thinking?" Patrick asked, sensing her drifting of somewhere.
"That you're good at cooking" She decided not to tell him exactly, it didn't really matter anyway.
"Another one of my many talents" He turned to her with a smug smile on his face, putting some pancakes on the plate in front of her and his own. He put the pan in the sink before going to sit opposite her.
"How did you learn how to cook?" She asked him, realizing she didn't know much about him at all.
"Well, partly my mum partly myself I guess" He replied looking down into his pancakes, feeling a little pain at the mention of his mother. Noticing the slight change in him Teresa turned her head to the side a little and narrowed her eyes.
"You've never mentioned your mother before..." She decided she wanted to find out more, he new almost everything about her; surely if there was something wrong he could trust and tell her.
"She's never really come up" He looked up at her, giving her his most believable look so she wouldn't press matters.
"Well, why don't you tell me about her now?" She looked at him, giving him a slight smile wanting him to tell her. Was it wrong that she wanted to know more about him?
"Erm, well, I was always closer to my mum than I was to my dad. She brought me up to be a gentleman and I think I've respected that my whole life. She was very beautiful and always honest, I think that's why I always looked to her, I knew whether what I was doing was right or wrong. She... she died when I was 15" He used his fork to play with the pancakes in front of him, memories flooding his mind that he didn't want to think about. He understood why Teresa was asking it was just difficult for him to talk about.
"I'm sorry. I never knew" She grabbed his hand that lye on the table after seeing his distress talking about it.
"How would you?" He looked up at her and gave her a sad smile, before getting up and putting his pancakes in the bin, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore.
"Well, for what it's worth, she sounded great and she couldn't have made you anymore perfect" Patrick smiled at her and her ability to make him feel better withing a split second. He walked over to her and cupped her cheek before giving her a chaste kiss. Patrick pulled away a little but Teresa kept her hands around his neck so he didn't go.
"You know you can tell me whatever right?"
"Of course" His response was almost silent as his feelings overwhelmed him. He dipped his head to kiss her once more, however this one was fueled with passion. Teresa angled her head so Patrick could deepen the kiss further, his hands left her cheeks and went to the uncovered skin of her thighs.
On her stool where her jacket was hung from the night before, Teresa's phone let out a shrill ring. Grunting in disappointment, Patrick pulled away from her ever so inviting lips. Grinning up at him, Teresa pulled her phone out of the side pocket and read the screen. Almost immediately her grin fell and her skin turned cold.
"It's John" She looked up at Patrick, who's jaw clenched at the mention of his name. He'd forgotten about him and his relationship - or whatever you could call it- with Teresa, but now all the anger came flooding back as he looked down into her frightened eyes.
"Hey John" She muttered down the phone after answering it.
"Teresa. Where are you?" He asked, his voice maintained a monotonous voice, clearly not happy about something.
"I um, I'm at home"
"Oh yeah that's right because you're not at mine!" He replied, Teresa could tell he said it through gritted teeth, it made her shiver how angry he seemed over such a small issue.
"Yeah I couldn't get out my uh... my dad was in" The lies were coming through her mouth before she could think. She didn't want her and Patrick to get found out, what would happen if they did?
"Hmm. you should've let me know. I was waiting"
"I'm sorry. I didn't think."
"Well come over today, I'll pick you up" Oh no, she thought. She won't even be there and he'll find out.
"No, no. It's okay, there's a couple things I need to do this morning, I'll be over later."
"Fine, but don't leave me hanging, you'll regret it..." He sung the last part to her, she was sure though he meant it.
"I won't. I have to go. I'll see you later" With that she put the phone down not waiting for a reply, and let out a shuddering breath she didn't realise she'd been holding.
Patrick still stood in front of her, however his arms were now crossed, jaw still tense and it would be obvious to anyone that he wasn't happy.
"So you're going to see him" His voice sounded flat and deflated.
"Yeah I didn't know what to do" After seeing his displeasure, she looked up at him pleadingly, wanting him to understand. What else could she do?
"How about not go?" It wasn't the fact that she was just going to his, it was that John would do whatever he pleased and she wouldn't be able to stop him; he couldn't just watch her go in there knowing the endless possibilities.
"It's not that easy Patrick, you know that" He did know that and it annoyed him how much power John had over people.
"I know, I do, it's just knowing that you're going there, and I can't do anything about it" He's breathing was becoming harsh as his anger grew thinking of all the possibilities. Moving forward on her stool, Teresa cupped his cheeks, in an attempt to calm him down. She understood what he was talking about, but getting angry wasn't going to help them.
"Hey, I know okay, but I'll be fine and we'll figure this out" She stroked his cheeked soothingly, feeling his breathing returning back to normal. He looked down at her and she could see the pain this brought in his eyes.
"I just don't wanna see you get hurt. I know what he's like. We both do." He replied thinking back to there time at the beach house and how John had violated her there.
"I will be okay, I promise you, and anything you wanna know I'll tell you" Teresa said, trying to reassure him in any way.
"Okay, but you let me know okay" He bent down to look deep into her eyes, telling her silently, that he needs to know and that he'll be there whatever.
"Okay" She smiled sweetly at him, before leaning forward and giving him a kiss full of passion and the feelings she felt for him, telling him that she was his and for him to not worry.
"Do you need me to drop you home"
"That would be great thank you. Is it okay if I shower here first. I drastically need one" She smiled at him as he raised his eye brows at her.
"Of course you can... think I might need one too" He hinted to her whilst grinning at her as she got up from the stool slowly heading towards the bathroom.
"Yeah...I wasn't gonna say anything" She began to run towards to bathroom from Patrick.
"Hey!" He chased her to the bathroom, making her giggle as he grabbed hold of her carrying her the rest of the way.
A/N: Hoped you like it.
I was thinking when I was writing this, is the story maybe M? Because I wasn't sure?
Well anyway... I hope you enjoyed it, if you did let me know, if you didn't, I don't mind still let me know!
Thank you :) x