Disclaimer: Not mine, will never be.
So, this is my new multi chapter fic, in which Patricia and Eddie star as two very spiteful yet lustful enemies, willing to put aside their differences for the greater good of a magnificent snog. Basically Friends with benefits Anubis style. In this both Nina and the new girls feature and couples were as they were at the conclusion of season 2, with the exception of Eddie and Patricia, who hate each other but wish to jump their opposition's bones. Literally.
Rated T for a good reason. Nothing too graphic, but it's not all innocent either. Might get steamier as time goes on but will never cross over into M, I'm pretty sure.
Anyways, as always, I hope you enjoy it and leave a review if you did (or didn't, I welcome criticism with open arms). They are always appreciated.
Without further adieu, I give you "Contractual Obligations".
"You are the only one that needs to know. I'll keep you my dirty little secret." –All American Rejects
"Get out of my face, you arsehole!"
"Here we go again," Jerome rolls his eyes to accompany Mara's comment as he reaches across the breakfast table, grabbing a slice of toast. Upstairs, the pounding of feet and the slamming of doors are frequent, loud noises, most especially in the morning. This, much to the residents' distain, is a solid element of their routine.
It's no secret; Eddie hates Patricia and Patricia hates Eddie.
They'd never gotten along, from the moment he sauntered into Anubis House at the beginning of Year Nine Patricia despised him. To the intense dismay of the other residents, it had been back and forth insults and verbal attacks for over two years. Not only did it dissuade any hope of quiet time in the house, nights out were awkward, especially as they got older. Eddie has a particularly nasty tendency to describe Patricia's less appealing habits, in detail, to any prospective snogging partners. This practice never really seems to go down too well; Eddie always ends up soaked with whatever alcoholic beverage Patricia was previously downing.
"Anything for you, Yacker," Nina groans as they all hear it. More than anything, Patricia does not enjoy being called nicknames. Especially ones created by Eddie himself. Everybody knows what hearing 'Yacker' means.
"Today is not going to be good," Joy mutters, pinching an apple and rising from the table. Outside in the hall, she can spot high, black boots battering the stairs, followed closely by a pair of trainers. The two sets of legs hit the tiles heavily, Joy can hear things clattering out of the fighters' way. Nobody messes with Eddie and Patricia on days like this.
As if on cue, the couple enter the dining hall, Patricia first, miles above all the other girls in her heels, blazer sleeves rolled up to her elbows and fishnet clad legs. Eddie shadows her, school jacket missing, hair delectably sleep rumpled. They ignore each other now, as Eddie sits, pouring himself some orange juice. Patricia grabs her own apple and joins Joy in the kitchen, searching for her schoolbag.
"Good morning?" Joy's question is rhetorical and sardonic. Patricia just glares at her, as Joy leans heavily on the side of the counter, amused. At the table, Eddie laughs infuriatingly loud at a comment Fabian makes and Patricia grinds her teeth together, throwing her bag over her shoulder.
"He's obnoxious," she growls, frowning deeply.
"Willow thinks he's gorgeous," Joy giggles as Patricia throws her eyes to the ceiling, slamming her palm on the island top, exasperated.
"Yes, well, Willow's barmy," Patricia retorts, her scowl intensifying, "she thinks Alfie's attractive." Joy snorts loudly, placing her mug in the sink and joins Patricia in the door frame. Around the table everyone is chattering loudly, KT furiously attempting to finish her homework while Nina and Fabian don repulsively adorable faces, staring at each other.
Making her decision –because she always has to have the last say during any argument, but most especially with him - Patricia marches forward, purposely winds her long fingers around the handle of the jug and dumps the remaining orange juice over Eddie's head.
Hunkering down to eye level as he grunts, hastily wiping the liquid from his eyes, Patricia grins widely at him.
"Have a lovely day, Edison," she croons, slapping the side of his soaked face gently, before grabbing both cheeks firmly in one hand and squeezing. Leaning in closely so that he can feel her breath on his puckered lips and his ridiculously long eyelashes almost graze her nose, she smirks and whispers, "don't ever call me Yacker again, Slimeball."
With that she rises to light applause from Amber, who always finds her outbursts entertaining. As she and Joy reach the front door conversation strikes up again, the volume rising decibels, put not before she hears Jerome laughing loudly.
"What?" he asks, "You've got to give it to her, she knows how to dish out as good as she gets."
"God, that was hot this morning, Trixie."
Patricia groans, throwing her head back as Eddie kisses down her neck, hoisting her up onto the desk behind them. Her long, lean legs wrap tightly around his hips, pulling him closer sharply. He bites heavily in retaliation and she hisses through her teeth, her hands fisting to grip the front of his shirt tightly.
"Yeah, well, you're sexy yourself," she mutters and he lifts his skin from hers for a second, smirking triumphantly. Rolling her eyes, Patricia reaches up and strings her lips to his, kissing him furiously. His large, deliciously warm hands wind their way up under her uniform, exploring the planes of her back. He reaches the bottom of her bra, skimming it gently as she open her mouth to him. They've never fruitlessly battled for control or domination. They both know well how pointless that would be. They are each as strong as the other.
Rather she pushes and he pulls, tugging her blazer off as she yanks his tie over his mussed hair. Her skin is on fire as they separate, rejoining almost instantly. He is pressed entirely up against her, the heat of his body radiating hers, his kisses rough and always searing. He treats her like she's always wanted a snogging partner to, ripping her tights and demanding kiss after kiss. He makes her want to sneak away from Joy and the other girls at lunch time and slide into darkened empty classrooms to grip his hair and mark his skin. He makes the lying worth it.
Patricia doesn't understand it herself, of course. She actually does hate him, quite a bit, this enemies with benefits only began at the start of Year Eleven. She doesn't feel any differently about him than she did last year. All she knows is he's one talented kisser and she cannot comprehend one rational reason not to continue this as he nips her bottom lip, causing her to moan deeply.
She toys with the buttons on his shirt. They've gotten a little further than this before, so her knowledge of what the material hides makes her even more desperate to rid him of it. Who knew an American idiot could be so toned?
"Willow Jenkins thinks you're good looking," Patricia murmurs as her nimble fingers dislodge his first button, revealing a sliver of sculpted chest.
"Who?" Patricia snickers at his answer, satisfied and opens the next button, tracing his skin with her fingertips, kissing him again, slowly, deliberately outlining the roof of his mouth with her tongue. Just as she is about to reveal his upper torso the bell rings out, loud and shrill and Eddie pulls away with a disgruntled sigh.
Looking down Patricia can see what she didn't notice while his lips were all over hers; he has her shirt completely undone, her black lace bra on show. He fastens his own back into place as she pulls on her blazer. These little rendezvous are strange, she knows. They will go back to hating one another too much even conceive touching when they leave the room. Yet they will be back tomorrow, after much generously harsh comments and vicious verbal harassment. The physical attacks won't come until their next school day or if, by some miracle, they find a safe, empty room at Anubis house.
Much to Patricia's distaste, this is not likely.
They have a system in which Eddie leaves the room first, Patricia counts to sixty, then she slips out into the rush of the last minute lunch time crowd. It's been working for them for almost three months.
"Later," Eddie says, creaking open the solid oak door, before throwing a look back over his shoulder, smiling devilishly as he winks, "Yacker."
She throws a whiteboard eraser at the back of his head, but it is disappointingly blocked by the slamming door.
Well there it is. Do let me know if I should continue. I really enjoyed writing it and I have a lot planned for it. :)
-Dream