The entire 15-minute ride back to the townhome, Nora's hand never left Patch's free hand. At first, her fingers were laced with his, but soon that wasn't enough. She began tracing the back of his hand, up his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
His was steady, and his fingers tightened only slightly around hers, but the knuckles on his steering hand were white, and his jaw was slightly clenched.
Nora gave a small laugh and said, "Sorry, I'll stop."
Patch glanced over at her and she felt him completely relax.
"Don't you dare," he said, pulling the back of her hand up to his lips and planted a tender kiss that sent chills up her own arm.
Thank God they were almost home.
-I-I-I-
Patch had barely closed the front door behind him when Nora reached between his arm and torso to throw the deadbolt. Patch's eyes met hers as he brought both of his hands up, cupping her face, sweeping his thumbs across her cheeks, and finally curling his fingers behind her ears, pulling her into a slow kiss.
His hands dropped to the curve of her sides, as she was the one who deepened the kiss, adding urgency.
Nora's hands traveled up Patch's stomach, over his chest, and snaked around his neck.
Sensing her next move and knowing that he wouldn't be able to think straight with her legs around his hips, Patch pulled back from the kiss, inhaling slowly with his eyes still closed. He wanted every feeling, every touch, every single sensation etched onto his skin.
Nora knew what he was drinking at all in and wasn't about to deny him. Patch's head fell back as she lightly swept her fingers along his collarbone and began deftly unbuttoning his shirt, letting her fingertips graze his torso all the way down.
At the last button, she looked up to find his gaze on her hands that were now oh-so-low. Patch suddenly pivoted, but Nora turned with him. With a mischievous smile and his black shirt hanging open, Patch held his hand out for her as he took a couple of steps backward, toward the bedroom.
-I-I-I-
"Don't stop, " Nora's whispered breathily into Patch's neck. His answer was no more than a sharp exhale as his pace quickened.
-I-I-I-
As Patch lay half on top of Nora, half on the bed, both breathed in a quick, shallow rhythm. Nora realized her hands were still clasped in the wet curls at the back of his head. She loosed her grip, but kept her fingers there, lazily massaging his scalp.
"Mmm," Patch made a low sound, somewhere between a contented sigh and pleasured moan. With his face nuzzling into her neck, she felt his mouth curve into his trademark smile. She smiled too, loving the effect she could have on him.
Finally, Patch drew a long breath and then exhaled just as deeply.
"So I was okay?" Nora asked teasingly. It was no secret that this wasn't Patch's first time.
"That, Angel," he said in a deep, slow voice, "was a brand new experience."
Patch moved off of Nora and onto his side. Nora turned to mirror him as he pulled the sheet up around their rapidly cooling bodies.
"I feel like I could live in this bed forever," Nora said happily.
"Fine by me," Patch answered her with a slow, sweet kiss.
With as much of her body in contact with his as possible, and her legs tangled in his, Nora could barely tell where she ended and Patch began. That was fitting, she thought just before drifting off, since it's exactly how she'd already felt about their souls.
-FIN-
[A/N: Reviews are welcome! I know it skips over the juicy parts, but I didn't wanna get in hot water with the ratings. I don't usually write erotica anyway, but I thought about posting an uncensored version on another site, but I'm not sure where else I'd go.]