Disclaimer: I own noting involving Hush, Hush except for this concept. Honestly, I have no idea where I got this concept, but that's what happens to writers: stuff just pops into our heads and we write about it. Thank you and enjoy.

Chapter 1:

Patch's hands rest softly against my waist as we shift to the beat of I hope you dance. A grin is stretched across his face as he stares deeply into my eyes. I smile back at him and rest my head against his chest, feeling his heart beat. My body is in heaven, and he wraps his arms tight around me.

"I can't imagine what I loved Dabria for, or that other woman," he whispers. "You beat them by a land slide."

"Why, thank you," I smile, and I look back up at him. "Thank God I never looked at another guy until I met you."

He smiles at me and wraps one hand softly around the back of my neck. My heart starts to beat faster and faster, and he sets his lips gently on mine.

We pay no attention to the other students around us. Senior prom is of no importance to us now. What matters are ourselves, that we are here, and that we are together.

Patch's lips part with mine. He doesn't use his tongue at all, but our lips move in synchronization. He pulls away, leaving space between us. I want to keep kissing him so much its saddening almost.

"Let's blow this joint," he says, taking my hand and pulling me out the door. I wave goodbye to Vee, who sits conversing with other girls. But the wave is false, and she knows it. I'm only focusing on Patch right now. I giggle as he pulls me to the Jeep, eager to see where he's taking me.

Patch pulls the car up to my house. Both of us get out at the same time, take hands, and run up to the front porch. I fumble with my key, itching to unlock the door and pull Patch up to my room. My stomach is full of eager butterflies. They know what is coming next.

I won't be able to stop myself. Patch and I rush up to my room. My mom isn't home, so we don't need to worry. We start to kiss passionately, our oxygen supply gradually growing shallow.

Before I know it, I rip off Patch's tuxedo jacket and shirt. I wrap my arms around him and unhook his cummerbund from the back. I don't bother with his pants just yet. He undoes the clip from my hair, letting it fall down my shoulders. We both kick off our shoes, and he undoes my dress. The satin fabric falls to the floor. I'm left in just a bra and my underwear, but I pay it no attention.

We haven't detached our lips. They're still moving, and Patch gives a subtle moan as I undo his pants and slip them down. He's left in his underwear, just like me.

Patch lifts me up and my knees hook around his waist. Our lips still haven't parted, and he takes me to my bed and gently sets me down. He continues kissing me as he gently lifts my upper body off the bed and unhooks my bra. I'm bare now, but I don't mind.

I tug on the hem of his underwear and they gently fall off. Patch pulls off mine, and now we're both stark naked. We're nothing but natural.

Patch presses his body to mine, and for the next few moments, he and I are one. We fit together perfectly, our erections simultaneous, and now we are one.

We've taken it too far, but I don't care. I know he will protect me. He's sworn to it. I know that luck will be in our favor.