Disclaimer: I do not own Hush, Hush.

Author's note: This is a one-shot lemon. Be warned though, if you have not read Allure, my Hush, Hush fan fic, some parts of this will not make sense. It will be confusing, I believe. So yes, this is a lemon, but it is also an extended chapter from Allure. It's from the epilogue.

I'm glad to have it out here to be read. It's a different style from my usual lemons. I'd say it's closer to lemonade, actually. Not as desciptive, focusing more on the feelings and emotions.

So please enjoy!


"Nora," Mom called from her car. "Remember what we discussed, okay?"

I waved at her and smiled. "I'll remember Mom."

She gave me a lingering look, perhaps contemplating discussing it again, but rolled up her window. The car started and she backed out of the driveway without another word.

I watched her drive away until the car disappeared around a bend in the road. When I turned to walk back into the house, Patch was leaning against the door frame, dressed in pair of jeans and a t-shirt I would have preferred off. It was the same one he wore to paint my mother's room and had a large smear across the chest. The memory of painting together sent a flush to my cheeks.

Patch noticed right away and smiled crookedly. "Does my mere presence turn you into a silly, blushing girl?

"Never," I replied. "Well, maybe. Sometimes," I reprimanded, grinning. My mood was too good to spoil with embarrassment. Without my mother around to keep me on my toes, I could relax with Patch and enjoy being together.

Even after Vee's catatonic state, she didn't trust Patch. It was always going to be a working relationship with those two, despite his excellent track record as my boyfriend. Not once since Vee's abduction had Patch kept me out past curfew—and my mom cut it back exceptionally early for the summer—and he'd also been a perfect gentleman to her.

Perhaps it was a little disrespectful of me to lie and tell my mom that Patch was out with a friend for the three days she would be away, but what was I to do? There was no way she would leave if I told her Patch would be around, and I wanted her to go—for both our sakes. My mom needed the money and I needed time with Patch.

I loved her, but the tension between us had grown ever since I brought Vee home.

Relieved that I could be openly affectionate with my boyfriend again, I closed the gap between us. My hands ached to touch him anywhere, to feel his warmth even with the heat of the summer. There was something about being connected to him that always brought me a sense of safety.

His arms quickly enveloped me and held me close. It was a sensitive moment for the both of us. I knew my mom had been harder on him than me, and there was nothing he could do to change her mind. She had to come around to the idea of us being together for the long haul.

Patch kissed the top of my head and let his hands move up and into my hair. His fingers tangled in my curls and began to massage my scalp. I let out a small noise of pleasure as he moved onto my neck, undoing balls of stress.

I couldn't keep my hands still and moved them down and under the hem of his shirt, loving how smooth and muscular his lower back felt. My need for him to kiss me went through the roof, and before I even considered asking, he cupped my face and kissed me hard.

Without breaking apart, we shuffled back into the house, me having almost no chance to kick the door shut. I hardly registered the click of the door, too consumed by Patch.

His lips were greedy, pressing hard on my own, and I responded just as eagerly, opening to him. I felt the brush of his stubble as his lips wandered from mine, and his cheek rubbed the base of my throat.

"Remember the little thing you said to me, a few weeks ago?" he asked, keeping his mouth tantalizingly close to my skin. I swallowed as I felt a flush rush to my cheeks at the intimacy of his touch.

I racked my brain for which precise thing he was referring to. It was hard to think with him so close. "Maybe," I said and pulled his face back to mine. I wasn't done kissing yet. My memory could come back at a later time.

Again, he pulled away, this time he put his hands on my shoulders and took a step back. "Look at me."

"I am," I replied, confused. Why would I want to observe him at a time like this?

I did as he said, taking my time examining his jeans—they looked a little worse for the wear, albeit very sexy, in the way they were faded and torn in spots. I noticed another paint stain on his shirt that I had purposely put there. Sighing, I put my hands up in defeat.

"I don't get it."

"That's because you're not looking in the right spot." He grinned.

I looked at his face again. Really looked this time.

"Oh... OH!" I exclaimed finally understanding. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Your eyes." They had returned to their unnatural blue, which indicated his sense of touch had returned.

We stood there, just looking at each other. I felt a sudden shyness I hadn't felt in months with Patch, afraid to touch him again.

What had I gotten myself into?

Angel, he said to my mind. I'm not suggesting we strip naked right here.

He tucked a wayward curl behind my ear and cupped the back of my neck. I felt a very slight tremor in his hand as he touched me.

"Are you nervous?" I asked. "I mean, what I said—it was all in the moment. Adrenaline... and all that."

He pulled his hand back to his face, rubbing his jaw to hide his mouth.

"You are nervous."

Not answering was the best answer I could get from him. But it didn't make sense. I knew I was nervous about the whole idea. Giving him my body, as well as my love was no small task. And he wasn't the virgin in this situation.

"It's not that," Patch responded to my thoughts. "I want you quite bad."

I ignored the fluttering in my stomach at his words. "Then what is it?"

He stayed silent.

I began to wonder if we even had the same expectations. Up until today, we hadn't even gotten into this kind of talk. If I could even call it a talk. Patch wasn't giving me many answers.

"Okay," I said after a long silence. There was no point standing in the entrance. "I'm going up to my room. Join me if you want."

I turned and made my way to the stairs, well aware of his view of my legs. My wardrobe this afternoon consisted of a tank top and boxer shorts that I had worn to bed. My morning routine had been discarded today, with my mother's talk and her leaving, I hadn't bothered getting dressed. The summer's heat was still there, so I had forgone long bottoms.

If my legs weren't enough to entice Patch to follow... well, I was relieved to hear his soft footsteps following me up. Anticipation filled my body as I realised exactly what I was getting myself into. And the strangest part was that I knew how much I wanted Patch now.

Patch followed me into my room, silently closing the door and met me where I was now sitting on my bed. He sat beside me, making the bed dip significantly lower, and I adjusted my body so I leaned into him.

My cell phone rang, cutting through our silence. I looked over to my bedside table, not finding it there, and stood up. It had a faded sound, like it was buried in something. I crossed over to my dresser, finding the ring louder in that vicinity. Sneaking a look back at Patch, his expression carefully collected, I turned and opened my bra drawer. I didn't think as I took out a handful of bras and dumped them on the floor beside me. My phone was suspiciously placed at the bottom of the drawer and I plucked it out and answered it in one motion.

"Hello?"

"NORA!" Vee's typical greeting blasted into my ear. I actually had to pull the phone away from my head as she continued to talk.

"Hi Vee," I replied as I knelt down to pick up my wayward bras. I tossed them into the drawer as Vee continued to talk.

"You would not believe what happened."

I'm sure I could list off a few things that could have happened. Her parents could have gone away for a few days, she might have gotten even more clothes at a sale, heck, she could have just found a long lost sock. Vee was loveable, but she tended to make things a lot more exciting than they really were.

"What happened?" I asked; glad to hear her excited over anything again. She had been depressed for weeks now, and it was the first time she had called me with such enthusiasm.

There was a shuffling from the other end of the phone and I heard Vee giggle.

"Is someone there with you?"

"Maybe..." Vee mumbled something else.

There was definitely someone with her.

"It's Samuel," she declared.

I almost dropped my phone.

"Samuel?" I repeated. I looked over my shoulder at Patch. He climbed off the bed and walked over to me. I quickly put my phone on loud speaker and held it in front of me.

"He's back, Nora! I don't know how, but he's here right now. Listen..." I could hear the distinct male sound to the other person in the room with Vee this time.

I looked at Patch, nervous that it could be someone messing with her. He had his brows drawn in, but he nodded his head.

"Is everything okay? Do you need me to come over? Patch is with me."

"No—God no, don't come over, whatever you do. I just wanted to share the good news."

I answered slowly. "Okay. Call me later when I can come over."

"Tomorrow?" Vee asked.

"Sure."

We said our parting words and I hung up the phone, completely confused. I bent down to pick up the remaining bras from the floor needing something to do. Forgetting that Patch was standing right by me, I tossed up my leopard printed bra I had purchased with Vee, intent on having it land in my dresser. I caught a glimpse of Patch's hand reaching out to catch it before it dropped down.

I stood up, flustered, and held out my hand. He looked at me, then back to the bra, not offering it up. I wished I could be the one to invade minds and know what he was thinking.

I'm thinking, Patch replied, that I would like to see this on you sometime soon.

I willed myself not to flush red. "That could be arranged."

Smiling slyly, he handed the bra back. I took it and placed it under several other bras, closing the drawer. It was then I wasn't sure what to do next. We had come to a bit of a stalemate. If anything were to happen, I would have to make the next move, say the words. The idea of what we were both skirting around was very exciting, yet bizarrely scary. This was Patch, my boyfriend and guardian angel that I was with. I loved him, he loved me. It should have been simple. Yet I couldn't make the words come from my lips.

Seeing the conflict in my face, Patch drew me into him, holding my head to his chest. I stood there, feeling the calm rhythm of his breathing. It was a safe position. I slowly relaxed and draped my arms over his shoulders, tipping my head up to invite him in for a kiss.

His lips were slow and reassuring. There was no rush to the way we kissed and I felt my body meld into his. It was right, the connection between us and I felt that if I wanted to take this to the next level, it was now.

I pulled back just enough for Patch to run his lips along my jaw, his tongue flicking out every so often to taste my skin. The mixture of saliva and his breath brought gooseflesh to my body and I shuddered slightly at the sensation.

I opened my mouth to say something alluring, but something completely different slipped out. "I'm scared."

I clamped my lips closed, regretting the words right away.

Patch took his mouth from my face, and rested his forehead against mine so all I could see was him.

"Why?"

I stared into his eyes, seeing the love and affection he had for me.

"For both of us. I don't want you to fall again. It's not worth it—I'm not—"

"You are, Angel. Don't say it."

"But—" Patch silenced me again with a kiss. I didn't bring up any more objections as he slid his arms around me and led us over to the bed. I was walking backwards and let out a small noise of surprise when my knees hit my mattress and I fell. Patch came down right on top of me, keeping himself up on his hands and knees.

With a bit of a giggle, I pulled by body into the centre of the bed, conscious of how warm I was beginning to feel. With Patch right over top of me, our combined weight made me sink deeply into the mattress. I reached up and pulled him down onto me. He kept his arms propped beside me, but the rest of his body touched me almost everywhere. Our legs were tangled in no time, our chests flush to one another, and the combined heat of our bodies made me sweat behind my neck.

I realised then that despite my hesitations, I wanted him. It didn't matter if I was scared, or completely new to this, I wanted Patch.

"Kiss me," I told him.

He obliged, coming down slowly onto me, letting his body press more into me as he supported himself less. It was amazing how good his body felt flush to mine and I found myself pulling him closer, letting all of his weight down.

Our lips hardly touched at first. It was brief taste of what I hoped to come. I couldn't help but sigh.

I hitched my leg up and around his back, urging his body to lie even closer to mine. Patch wouldn't bring his lower half any closer. He pulled back, unwilling, and I let out a noise of complaint.

He looked at me; his eyes giving away emotions he so seldom let come to the surface. I could see the same need and want I felt in myself.

"I don't think... It's not a good idea, Nora."

He tried to pull back more, to put a greater distance between us, but I wanted nothing of it. I put my hands on his shoulders and dug in, keeping him close.

It didn't make sense how in a matter of minutes we had switched roles.

"Why not?" I asked, defiant. "You seemed eager before."

"And you didn't," he countered smartly. "Don't get me wrong—I want you. I've already said it, and I will say it a hundred times more. It feels amazing to be holding you, feeling you under me. These sensations are so good that all I want to do is tear the clothes off your body and ravish you."

I blushed at that. There was no way to hide the heat from my cheeks, quickly spreading to the skin above my breasts.

Catching the sudden redness, Patch bent and kissed the swell of each my breasts. I shuddered in pleasure.

"Then do so," I encouraged, not wanting to hear the 'but' part of his speech. "It won't be hard."

I could feel him smile against my skin. He looked up and I could see his doubt wavering.

I had to convince him. "I want you just as bad, you know. You'd be doing us a disfavour if you walk out of my bedroom right now."

He looked to be contemplating my suggestion. With a hand on his chin to disguise his mouth, he thought my words over. It seemed like forever before he dropped his arm and laid it beside my head.

"You're right," he agreed finally.

I knew then, when he looked at me, that I had him. I may not have him forever, but I knew that for tonight, he was mine and I was his, and that was all we needed right now.

He didn't move to lie on top of me again, but to his credit, he sat back on his legs and tugged his shirt up and over his head, discarding it beside my bed. When Patch caught my eye, he raised one perfect eyebrow in question.

I thought it was perhaps one of those, 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours,' situations as Patch stayed in his position, waiting.

"Help me," I said, feeling bold.

Patch was none the reluctant, placing his hands on the hem of my shirt. Slowly, he let each finger slip under the material, touching my stomach, fanning out so I could feel his hands all over me. He took his time peeling my shirt up, feeling the soft expanse of my skin, only letting his hands move to my sides once he reached the bottom of my breasts. There, he rubbed me with his thumbs before moving to the sides of my ribs. I sucked in a breath as he moved my shirt even higher, exposing me to him for the first time.

I sat up and helped him dispose of the garment, leaving me completely bare on my upper half.

Patch looked like he was examining a painting. There was an expression of mild consideration across his features, but nothing to truly give away what he was thinking.

His face stayed calm and collected as he tentatively reached out and stroked me between my breasts. The touch was almost as light as a feather, meant to be felt, but nothing more. His hand moved over my breasts one at a time next, and I felt my nipples harden at his light touch.

I sighed in pleasure and took his distraction to look at him, to observe the tiny details I never had taken to time to see.

It was easier this way, noticing the pulse at the base of his throat, beating fast and regular, than to just sit there.

My gaze slipped lower, purely out of curiosity, and I looked back up swiftly. Patch must have caught my wandering eyes and let out a little chuckle.

"I can't say I'm not excited."

"I wouldn't argue," I replied dryly, keeping my eyes averted. Was it even possible for my blush to deepen? My whole body heated with embarrassment.

Patch took my chin in his hand and made me look at his face. "If we're doing this, you're going to want to get used to seeing me... all of me."

He had a good point.

I let my gaze linger down again, making my eyes stay down. It wasn't difficult, the second time. It was actually quite intriguing, seeing the tightness in his pants that had never been there before—at least not to my knowing.

This time, I trailed both hands down his chest, pausing at the hem of his pants for a moment before I undid the button. His zipper was next, and I slid it down fast, the noise of the metal loud and clear in my room. I was hardly breathing at this point.

If he could take my shirt off with ease, I could do his pants, I reasoned. My fingers were relatively steady as I tugged his pants down. What I wasn't expecting was Patch being commando. I stopped as I came to this realisation.

Not waiting, Patch kicked his pants off, completely exposed to me. He showed no signs of embarrassment, confident in his blessings. I couldn't blame him, as I looked. He was... sizeable, I thought.

I swallowed, knowing that it was once again my turn.

Patch, either reading my thoughts, or knowing what needed to be done next, put his hands on my hips. His fingers took a light grip on my bottoms and with a quick tug; I was just as naked as him.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Patch asked, amused.

I must have had a look on my face that suggested the opposite, but I shook my head despite my feelings.

"I'm going to touch you, to make sure you're ready, okay, Angel?" Patch made sure I looked at him.

I was out of words for the moment, so I nodded and waited.

He didn't trail his hands down my body again. This time he started at my foot, moving quickly up the underneath part of my calf, slowing at my thigh and making circles there before he touched me at my core.

He let out a very quiet curse, and I could tell why. I hadn't been completely aware of how ready I was, but with him touching me, we both knew that there wouldn't be any more necessary coaxing. Physically, I was more than prepared for this. It was only my mind that needed to catch up.

I pushed myself up so I could kiss Patch again, needing his lips as reassurance. He was an eager participant as our tongues met and tangled in my mouth. It was almost enough, only I could feel a throbbing between my legs now, needing to be satiated. I let my lips trail over his cheeks and up to his ear where I whispered "I think now would be a good time, Patch."

He turned his head, to find my lips once more.

He crawled between my legs, using his knees to push my own apart, finding a comfortable place between them.

I saw him open his mouth to talk. Likely to explain how he didn't want to hurt me. I didn't need to hear it, I already knew, so I put a hand on his lips.

"I know, you don't have to warn me."

He nipped my fingers lightly. "I love you."

"Ditto."

Patch took me then, fast and swift. I couldn't contain the cry as I felt him push into me. There weren't enough words to describe the sensations I felt all at once; pain, fear, relief, love, courage. I just knew, deep in my heart, we were doing the right thing. That consummating our love was nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to fear.

I was hardly aware of the breath I was holding, until Patch whispered in my ear, "Breathe, Nora. You need to breathe."

The air flowed out of me in a long rush, making my lungs ache, and I was quick to fill them again. Now that my head had cleared, I could properly feel my body. There was a lot more pain than anything. I felt hurt mixed with a sensation that was slowly making its way to the surface.

"Oh God," I let out in a shaky voice.

"Let's not bring Him into this," Patch said in a low voice. He sounded serious.

I laughed lightly. "Okay. How about 'Oh, Patch!'" I made sure to draw out his name.

He kissed my nose and smiled broadly. He was good at distractions.

I shifted on the mattress, trying to get used to the fullness between my legs. It was not simple task, and I couldn't deny the pain still there.

"Do you think..." I stopped.

Took a long breath in and out.

Looked at Patch.

"Can you move?" The words were out before I could put enough thought into them.

"I most certainly can. The question is, are you ready?" He no longer seemed amused. There was a look on his face I could only identify as aroused. Plain and simple.

I nodded, tired of words.

Patch, likely done with talking, too, bent down to take my lips again. He tasted as delicious as he had before, only I could also taste saltiness on his skin. With the heat of the afternoon still lingering in my bedroom, combined with our closeness, staying dry was impossibility. There was slickness to both our skins that, as Patch cautiously started to move his hips, eased the friction between us.

It came more naturally than I could have ever predicted, creating a natural rhythm between our bodies. I moved more cautiously than Patch, unsure with my movements, but well enough to cause him to moan in pleasure and drop down onto me. Lying inches above me, I could feel the hardness of my nipples brushing against his chest as he moved.

I would have never thought hearing sounds of pleasure from a man would be so attractive, but the noise Patch made only drove my own needs up the wall. The pain had all but receded, just a small part of my conscious as our bodies worked together.

Needing something to grab onto, and not thinking clearly enough to grab onto Patch's backside, I let my arms splay out, grasping the sheets with a tight squeeze. I put all my pain and pleasure into the sheets, letting a few sounds escape my lips.

Patch let his head fall back, giving me a fantastic view of his neck. Without thinking, I let go of the sheets and propped my upper body up on one arm, using my other to wrap around his shoulder to better access his neck. My tongue darted out to taste his skin, savouring it.

Startled by my movement, Patch slipped and fell down, pressing me flat against the mattress.

"Christ!" he let out in a startled voice.

"We shouldn't include him either," I voiced, taking a jab at his earlier comment.

Patch stopped his movement and propped himself back up to look at me. "You are unbelievable, Nora."

I offered him a weak smile. "Would it be too much for me to ask you to just shut up and keep going? I had a nice view from down here."

I hardly saw his pirate smile before he bent his head down to whisper in my ear. "You're asking for trouble."

"Good," I replied, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "Is that your middle name by any chance?"

He still didn't move.

Feeling bold, I moved my hips up, just enough so our hips bucked. I felt a wave of pleasure roll through my belly, and I was certain, by the look Patch gave me, that he felt something similar too. Before I could lose my confidence, I repeated the movement, keeping the motion up this time.

"Care to join in?" I raised an eyebrow, mostly successful in the venture.

Patch took a single finger and placed it at my collar bone. With a sly grin, he moved it down achingly slow, taking time to zigzag across my breasts, draw a circle around my belly button, stopping only where we were connected.

I felt a surge of excitement as he moved his hand back up, cupping my head in the process, and began to meet my movements with perfect synchronization. We moved at a faster pace, with my confidence helping push us along.

My hands moved of their own accord this time, feeling Patch's chest and abdominal muscles. I could admire his body from this position, seeing over his shoulder the way his bottom clenched and relaxed as we moved.

It was watching him, feeling him, and moving with him that set off the beginning of the end. I didn't recognize it at first, the clenching and tightening. But as Patch's rhythm began to outpace my own, I knew that both he and I were coming to a close.

I didn't fight it as waves of pleasure took over my body, and I could tell that Patch was doing the same. We rode out our highs together; making noises I'm sure I would have been embarrassed of in any other situation.

As I came back down to reality, Patch rolled onto his side, pulling me into his embrace. We stayed in the middle of my bed, cuddling, letting our lungs return to a normal pace before I ventured into normal conversation.

"So, it's still hot outside, isn't it?"

"You mean, the sex was great, but you'd rather not talk about it?" Patch replied quickly.

I shrugged, uncommitted.

"Is it always like this?" I motioned to our bodies, still entwined on top of the sheets.

"The euphoria? Most of the time," he answered honestly.

I thought that over. He had a good point there.

"It feels like the world has melted away."

Patch had moved so he had his face buried in my hair. His hand drew lazy circles on my breast.

"Could you imagine what Vee would say if she knew this is what we were doing?" I couldn't help but think of my best friend. Over the months, her innuendoes had gotten worse.

"Let's not bring her into the conversation right now," Patch told me. He looked mockingly serious.

As if someone was listening in on our conversation, my cell phone trilled. I reached over Patch for it, worried it could be Mom, or even Dorothea—who would be stopping by in the morning to check up on me—and looked at the caller I.D. I laughed loudly as I saw who it was.

"Speak of the devil... Hello, Vee?" I said.

"Nora? Is that you?"

"Um, yes. Who else could it be?"

"Oh," she said. "It's just... you sound different than earlier. It's almost husky. Your voice, I mean. Are you with Patch?"

I stayed silent, afraid of what she was thinking.

"OMIGOD! You are. And you just did the nasty, didn't you?"

I ran a hand over my face, hot from embarrassment. "Vee..." I warned.

Vee let out a slew of indecipherable noises I could only guess was glee. When she calmed down she spoke again in her normal voice. "Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to go out for dinner, double date, but if you'd rather stay—"

"Dinner sounds fantastic, Vee," I cut her off, knowing Patch could hear everything. "Where and when?"

"Dunno yet. I'll text you in an hour. Is that long enough? I mean if you need more time—I can wait."

"An hour is perfect." I ran my fingers through my hair, finding a lot of tangles. An hour would be cutting it close with a shower.

"Okay! Send Patch my love." Vee hung up before I could say anymore.

I let out a sigh of regret and tossed my phone onto the end of the bed.

Patch twisted his fingers in my hair, making a bigger mess of it. I put a hand over his, letting him entwine his fingers in mine instead.

"We have a double date."

He scrunched his nose in disapproval, but didn't argue. "I would have preferred to stay here, enjoying your legs."

"You can still enjoy them. In the shower, right now."

One side of his mouth curved up. "Need help standing, do you?"

"Possibly, now get up; we have tangles to undo in my hair if I want to look decent."

"I like the look," he objected, pulling a long strand of hair away from my shoulder. "You look like a lioness."

I rolled my eyes and sat up, pulling Patch with me.

I made my hand into a claw and batted it in his direction. "Roar," I mocked.

Patch caught my hand and kissed my palm. His eyes were black again.

"How... when did that happen?" I placed our entwined hands on his temple, using the back of mine to stroke the soft skin there.

He shrugged, unanswering.

I decided not to push him for an answer and leaned in for a kiss.

"Thank you," I said quietly. "This was more than I could have ever imagined."

"I know," he winked, the seriousness gone from his face. "Just don't tell anyone I did it because I love you."

I smiled and agreed. "I love you too."

We made our way off my bed, still caught up in the excitement of our actions. I knew, without a doubt, what we had done was the right thing. I wasn't sure if Patch would lose his wings again, if sensations would come to his body again, or if we were even safe from other angels. All I knew was that our love was real and permanent, and it was enough.


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