You know you're in for quite a day when as soon as you wake up, you lose your breath.
Patch was asleep and I was pulled close to him, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, trapping me against his chest. His eyes were shut in a peaceful sleep and his head was nuzzled in between my neck and my shoulder. Patch's errorless chest was spread out in front of me, with all it's muscly goodness. A slight stubble coated his chin and jawline and his midnight black hair curled around the bottom of his ears, looking sexily silky. I looked down to see that he was only in his black boxers, then quickly took a look at my clothing only to see that Patch had removed most of it; I lay in my lacy black bra and underwear that Vee had to force me to buy.
We were in my room, on my bed and I knew with a boundless joy that today was Saturday. My mom was on a business trip to Wyoming and wouldn't be back until Wednesday, so Patch of course invited himself to stay every night with me until my mom came back-not that I was complaining.
My mom still wasn't a big fan of Patch, and I could understand her, considering Patch looked like he dealt drugs and had a GPA half of what it should be. Every time he held my hand when she was around she cleared her throat loudly and moved in between me and Patch. Twice in the past month she tried to set me up with one of her friend's sons, and twice I had to sit there awkwardly trying to explain to the boy that I already had a boyfriend. My mom somehow didn't get the message.
I snapped back into reality as Patch murmured something and tightened his grip in my waist. Patch has this cute, but pretty weird habit, that when we were sleeping, if I moved in any way at all, he would increase his hold on me. I guess it's part of his overprotectiveness but it can cause some serious problems. One time I really had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and tried very carefully to escape Patch without waking him up, but his strange habit only pulled me closer up against his chest, making me have to yell in his ear to get up, after a few uncomfortable minutes for me.
I continued to stare at him, his amazingness flowing into my mind.
"You know Angel, a guy like me can get some pretty strange ideas from a girl like you, with so very little clothing on, who stares at him that hard." Patch said, startling me, and not opening his eyes, or lessening his grip in me. His signature smirk drawn across his gorgeous face, squeezing a blush out of me even though I tried my hardest not to.
"Ha, ha, ha Patch, very funny." I said sarcastically, trying not to look too embarrassed.
"Well it's true, you're looking at me like a kid in a candy shop. I had no idea I was that attractive. You're doing wonders for my self esteem," he said jokingly, knowing full well that he didn't need any compliments on his looks.
"Trust me, your self esteem doesn't need any more work." Patch feigned hurt, clutching his peck above his heart.
"Ouch, Angel. You really hurt my feelings this time," he said pouting and quivering his lips.
Before I could respond, Patch shifted his weight so he was straddling me, positioning his hips on the top of my thighs. He leaned down and softly pecked my lips and after sensing no rejection, deepened the kiss and put one hand to my waist, the other tangled in my curly hair. Our lips moved in unison, slowly covering each other and my hands flew instinctively to his hair, where they pulled slightly, issuing a groan from Patch. It gave me a surge of joy when I remembered he could feel it, making my spirits soar that he wasn't just faking it, faking the feelings. They were real.
He opened his mouth wider, releasing his tongue to brush up against my lips, asking for entry. I opened my mouth and our tongues traced each other, before Patch settled on nibbling on my bottom lip. I had to regretfully break away for air and closed my eyes, breathing in the perfectness of the situation.
After a few seconds, I opened my eyes again to find that Patch had started to work his lips down my chin, onto my neck. Slowly kissing, biting, and sucking at the skin, a sigh of pleasure escaped from my lips, causing him to smirk in satisfaction on my neck.
"Cocky jerk..." I muttered under my breath, lightly pushing Patch away; which caused him to growl in protest.
"Wow Angel, why so mean this morning? If you really don't want me here, I'll just leave," he mumbled, starting to get off of me.
"No, sorry you can't go," I said defiantly, two of my fingers reaching out and grabbing onto the top of his boxers, my hand dangerously close to his lower abdomen. His very, very low abdomen (take the hint please!). "Besides, we're leaving to meet Vee and her new boyfriend for a breakfast date in a half an hour."
Patch groaned and rest his head at the base of my neck, closing his breath and exhaling loudly.
"Do we have to? It seems like we meet a new boyfriend every week. They're always intruding on our us time," he said groggily, smirking at the word "us", knowing that our us time mainly involved kissing or talking about kiss-like things. "Sometimes I feel like I see more Vee in a day then I see you, and trust me, that is not a good feeling," Patch said, gently kissing my skin where his lips laid.
"Yes," I said regretfully, " but she says she really likes this one."
"She said that the last, like, billion times," Patch groaned even louder, wrapping his arms around my neck and head. "Why does she have to agree with Coach's idea that contributing to the gene pool is good? Can't she just give it a rest? One Vee is all this world can handle right now."
"Patch!" I said, slapping his chest lightly, "That's so mean! She could easily say the same thing about us!"
"Yeah, but we don't invite her everywhere. And at least we make out in private." Patch did bring up a good point. Vee had a very bad habit of extensively kissing her new boyfriends in public, on our double dates. Many times Patch and I had to sit awkwardly next to each other while Vee sucked on the face of her date. Somehow, she didn't see how that could be uncomfortable.
"C'mon, we have to get ready anyway," I said, pushing Patch off. He landed with a dramatic thump on the other side of the bed, tilting the mattress. I slid off the bed, heading towards the bathroom. While glancing behind me, I saw Patch staring at my butt intensely, licking his lips and never breaking contact.
"Hey," I said, turning around completely, "get ready, we have to leave soon."
Patch broke his steady gaze and smirked as his midnight eyes met mine. "Just enjoying the view, Angel," he said, smirking even more at my uncontainable blush.
I decided to wear a short, all white, skirt with a faded floral top, black cardigan, and brown cowboy boots, which reached only a little over my ankles. I left my hair down and applied only a little bit of eyeliner and lots of lip gloss. Patch decided to wear his all black clothing and didn't bother to fix his tousled hair. Of course again Patch looked sexier then I did without trying, but I tend to try not to dwell on wars I can't win.
As soon as I left the bathroom, Patch appeared and backed me into the hallway wall, placing his hands on my hips and quickly kissing me. The passion that came off his lips, I swear, was almost visible. He rapidly moved his lips around mine as I slowly melted into him, whatever resistance I built up ran away, leaving myself at the mercy of his will. When he finally broke away he had a huge smile on his face and I was panting like I'd just sprinted a mile.
"New record," he said, "thirty-seven seconds." I looked at him with question on my lips.
"New record for what?" I asked.
"For getting all your lip gloss off in one kiss," he said, an even bigger smirk replacing the one before.
"Patch!" I yelled indignantly as I stormed down the stairs, refusing to acknowledge the "sorries" and pleas of forgiveness that followed behind me.