Kat was tossing and turning. She couldn't seem to get a steady grip on sleep and she could absolutely guess why. Patrick Verona's slumbering form was only a mere few feet away on the floor. The rise and fall of the blankets indicated his peaceful even slumber. She was almost envious then she realized that a sick part of her liked watching him sleep. The hostility and sarcasm was fresh off of his face and the end result made him seem less…as her peers would put it, scary. Kat had a brief epiphany in which she realized her daily scowl probably also did not show in sleep. Her brain tittered with nervous energy as she fell into a stuttering sleep while drawing similarities between her and Patrick Verona and undoubtedly a secret smile took residence on her face.

"What side you want?"
"On the floor!" Kat almost had it with him.
"In the middle of the night, when you decide you want me..." he started as he pulled his shirt off.

"Be right here."
Smirk.
Sneer.

She was staring. She knew it. She was sure he knew it too. Kat could count on one hand the amount of times she had seen Patrick Verona's bare chest. When he claimed that he had something to show her she didn't think he would reach for the hem of his sweater lifting it above his head and in the process pushing his shirt up far enough up that her breathing hitched to an almost audible degree. It was also painfully obvious that she did not know much about auto shop when she banged on the hood with a stricken 'Hey!' to only get a much angrier Patrick emerging from underneath with car spit up on his shirt pulling his wife beater off to mop up the grease as Kat stared dumbly, all arguments lost when once again met with his torso.

Flashing quickly back to real time Kat enjoyed the view that Patrick allowed and sighed in exasperation at his comments yet deep down this sigh signified she knew that this night would not end in the same prerequisites she had set up for it. Intolerable and exciting as it seemed at the moment she still wanted to save face and made her way to her closet and pulled a sleeping bag, pillow and extra blanket from its depths. Patrick watched her eerily, not saying much as she unrolled the sleeping bag, flattened it out and left the blanket close by. She also pulled out a spare shirt that was four sizes too large for even her and a pair of oversized pajama bottoms.

"These should fit." she stated.

"Thanks." he said again, this time with a bit more confidence.

She turned to sit on her bed and shook the towel out of her hair and let it fall loose. Kat grabbed an errant hairbrush that was lingering on her nightstand and began to tackle the knots in her hair. Just as she was swearing to herself to cut it all off she felt him gently unhook her fingers from the brush as he took it into his hands. He then sectioned off her hair, and Kat only knew he did this because she felt his breath on her neck when he pushed the hair out of the way. Kat closed her eyes only because she realized that he could not see her face. He started from the left side and slowly eased all the knots out of her hair with the brush in a tantalizing manner. This should not be legal! Kat's insides were running in overdrive.

"You know this kinda ruins the bad boy caricature you've got going for yourself." Kat spoke aloud intending for it to come out a bit more together then it did.

Patrick practically chuckled, but if he noticed her breathiness, he didn't let on.

"My mom used to make me brush out her tangles while she watched the night news. Hence my skill."

Kat decided that it would be best if she kept her mouth shut. She hummed a tune along to the rhythm of Patrick working his fingers through her hair. Her body was heating up each time his fingers had any contact with her skin.

"There, all done." Patrick said, turning away from her to gently place the brush back on the nightstand. He didn't know how this act would fare on her.

When he turned around the Kat that he knew from school was gone. The way her posture had melted into a different structure was the first tip off. The second was the look in her eyes. He looked straight into them vaguely remembering their first stare down. It didn't even hold a candle to the way Kat was looking at him now. It made him nervous in such a good, great way.

"Kat…?", Patrick tentatively asked before putting a finger on her face to awaken her from her apparently drunken haze.

As Patrick's luck would have it, this was the word that pushed her out of her stupor and into his arms as her lips crashed into his in an embrace that magnets would be jealous of. Oxygen was wearing thin when Kat pulled away. Oh my god! I can't believe I just did that, it was amazing. Kat's thoughts ran away and into each other as her heartbeat took off like a train off schedule. Her hands were still on his sculpted chest as her thoughts did their own thing. She took a quick inventory: her bed, Patrick Verona, his beautiful arms, Kat on her bed with Patrick Verona's beautiful arms around her and she was shamelessly sitting in his lap as if this were an everyday occurrence. Some point between the hair brushing and intense make out session she had decided that this was totally okay and she was going to ride this feeling out until the western hemisphere of her brain wanted to stop her. She pulled Patrick to the bed so that they were horizontally hugging. She was on top, she wanted the control and Patrick, it seems, heavily obliged. He was just about to open his mouth to say something sarcastic, no doubt when Kat silenced him for the second time that evening by locking her lips onto his, just as a sigh of victory escaped Kat's lips he tantalizingly dragged his tongue across her lower lip in a manner that indicated that even if entrance wasn't granted, it was happening anyway. His hands roamed up and down the sides of her frame and Kat could swear later on that this feeling could possibly be the only reason the human species felt the need to mate, but at the moment her thoughts were preoccupied. As they explored the insides of each other's mouths, Patrick rolled over, so that he now had the upper hand, and he broke away briefly to look at Kat under him as if mentally snapping a picture.

"What?" Kat asked only a light flare of insecurities popping up.

"It's nothing, I just never thought I'd get you like this." Patrick spoke as his mouth started to take a journey down her jaw, stopping at her neck to place light kisses under her ear.

"I'm not always a cactus." Kat said and instantly wished she hadn't as the embarrassing nickname brought a certain overbearing father to mind. Yet still, gone were those thoughts when Patrick found her clavicle and pulled the bit of skin into his mouth, in which he would later swear could feel her heartbeat on his tongue. Kat's breathing sputtered and in a moment of sheer vulnerability she said, "Patrick, you have no idea what you're doing to me."

Patrick leveled his head with hers once more and blithely stated, "Kat, you have no idea what you are doing to me." He took her hand and led a slow trail to his thigh where Kat learned just exactly what she was doing to Patrick Verona. She blushed.

"See, that there, is why I find you interesting." Patrick finished.

Kat's fingers loomed at the seam of the shirt she had loaned him. Tentatively putting her hands underneath and feeling the skin near his belly button eliciting a slight shudder from Patrick, which turned into a low groan as she worked her hands up slowly feeling the trail of hair. She removed her hands from under his shirt just as Patrick went back to work at her neck and the skin exposed from her V-neck shirt. Her fingers lingered still at the bottom of his shirt just when she pushed it up and broke their contact to let him remove it. Patrick gazed at her for a moment before connecting their arms once more. She leaned up to kiss him as she reached for her own shirt, lifting it above her head, leaving her in a scanty camisole, and allowing Patrick a moment to take it in. His eyes darkened significantly as he realized she was letting her guard down slowly but surely. He found this incredibly sexy on her, glad that it was reserved for him, right here, right now. Somehow this image of Patrick warped in Kat's mind and it seemed as if reality were fading from right under her. Just when Patrick reached for the drawstring on her pajama pants she felt suddenly as if she were sliding down stairs that just disappeared from right underneath her.

"NOT ANOTHER DOUGHNUT", Kat hissed loudly as she bolted up into a sitting position, in her own bed, by herself. Kat's body was flushed with heat as she took in her surroundings. Patrick on the floor, check. Crazy subconscious, check. What a dream! Kat thought as she tried to relax.

"Are you ok?" a groggy Patrick asked in only a slightly worried tone as he too, pulled himself into a sitting position on the floor. Kat contemplated this for a beat or two before answering in a low voice.

"Left side", was the response Patrick got.

Authors Note: Worth continuing? Anyone get the doughnut reference? Feedback appreciated. Thanks! Love, kat.