A/N: hello again! only me, it seems i have been well and truly bitten by the writing bug so here are chapters two and three...
once again allow me to apologise for this and any mistakes it may contain- i also dont own anything...
Enjoy!
Getting home as fast as he could was easier said than done for Patrick that evening, it seemed to him that the universe was conspiring against them both, a little melodramatic for a usually rational man of science perhaps, but in that moment all he could think about was that Shelagh was at home and he was still not with her. After picking up Timothy from cubs he accidentally got caught up in a lengthy discussion with Akela about Timothy going to camp in the summer. He finally managed to make his escape when Peter came in with little Fred, his crying distracting her as she lovingly fussed over him before they made their way back to Nonnatus House.
He then had to drop Timothy off to stay at his grandmother's, an event that now only happened once a week-at his grandmother's insistence-which was far less compared to before Shelagh. On arrival he was greeted by a cup of tea and some biscuits as she ferried them into the living room for a chat with her whilst Timothy settled down for the night. What the conversation was about he could not say for sure, his mind clearly somewhere else, he found himself nodding at the appropriate times and humming in agreement. Timothy was a sharp and observant boy and he could see his father's absence of mind. What he was preoccupied with he did not know, but if the way he kept twisting his wedding ring around on his finger was anything to go by, had a feeling it was probably something to do with Shelagh, who was of the upmost importance to both of them. Deciding he would sacrifice the later bed time he usually got when he came to stay, he yawned loudly bidding the room goodnight and making his way upstairs to bed. Patrick saw his opportunity, and following his sons lead, took his leave claiming an early night was in order for him too. Which, he thought to himself with a smile, if he ever made it home, was most definitely the plan.
Once home, Shelagh could do little but wait, she moved into the kitchen turning on the wireless whilst she attempted to make some food for them both to eat when Patrick eventually came in, knowing full well there was no chance of them eating anything when he came, not if the slightly wild look in his eyes before he left her earlier that evening was any indication of his plans for this evening. A plan she was most thoroughly looking forward to! She turned up the radio slightly, singing along as she tidied the kitchen, covering the food she had prepared and washing the utensils she had used. Rocking slowly from each foot, in a world of her own, she did not hear Patrick open the door.
The soft, clear voice of his wife drifting through the halls of their home made Patrick stop dead in his tracks. He knew she had a beautiful voice. When she spoke, the delicate lilt of her accent caused every syllable to sound sublime, but hearing her sing like this, to the radio in their house was something he was not prepared for. It was so perfect and so natural that any previous agenda left him and, for a while, he just let the soft echoes wash over him.
"Love me. Love me forever. Take me. Make me your own"
As quietly as he could, he closed the door and removed his coat hanging it up on the coat peg. Following the sound to the kitchen he lent against the door frame, watching her sway with the music.
"Promise. Promise you'll never. Leave me. Lost and alone.
He had of course heard her sing before, only a handful of times, but he could remember each time clearly. He recalled the first time when he heard her, he had needed to speak to Sister Julienne but she was out on a call, as he turned to leave he was drawn toward the harmony resonating along the corridors, it lead him to the chapel and she was there, with her Sisters, coloured light filtering through the stained glass forming a hazy glow around her, giving her an ethereal quality as she offered up her prayers. He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing, listening in wonder as the music filled the room. He was sure he would never hear anything like that again, so he stored each note, preserving it carefully so the memory could be called upon when he needed to feel her presence-which he found was becoming increasingly often. The next time he would hear her would be after clinic when she was tidying away test tubes. She had thought the place to be empty, but he had left behind some notes so returned to find her packing away the glassware and humming away to a song that he had recently heard coming from a record player somewhere within Nonnatus House. Once again he stood in awe, listening until she turned around. The shock of seeing him there, the very man she had been thinking about, caused her to drop a spirit lamp. A delicate blush had covered her cheeks as the glass smashed, her eyes turning to the floor at the rushed excuse about leaving behind some papers in order to try and account for his sudden and unexpected presence. She smiled slightly, light dancing in her eyes as regained her composure looking up at him with an amused expression at his stumbling over his words in an attempt to give an apology. They both moved down to clear up the glass, but when their hands touched, he jerked away causing him to cut himself on a shard, she kindly dismissed him-telling him in her gentle way that she would be alright cleaning up the mess she had made and that he needed to go and take care of his hand-'You'll be no good to us if that gets infected and you need it amputated!' she joked, laughter in her voice. No more was said about the meeting, he would have to remind her of the little encounter later on…
Kiss me. Strongly and sweetly-"
This was the last line she got to sing because with these words Patrick strode forward, enveloping her with his arms and dipping her slightly. She gasped eyes wide in surprise as his lips met hers. One of his hands was brushing through her hair, knocking out any pins he had missed in the surgery, the other scorching through the material of her blouse and leaving the small of her back tingling, his palm fitting perfectly in the arch her spine created. Her arms were winding around his neck, her fingers sliding through the hair at the nape of his neck and one hand moving down his back, drawing his body closer to hers as he done the same to her, pulling her up slightly until both their bodies were moulded together. Completely breathless they pulled apart, her head falling to the crook of his neck as he righted her, standing her straight. "Patrick! You startled me!" she murmured as she pressed light kisses against the skin just above his collar, undoing his tie and shrugging his jacket off as she went. A half-hearted "Sorry dear" was all he could muster in reply far too distracted by the feel of her, finally, in his arms. He walked her back towards the table, drawing down the zip of her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor and sliding the blouse over her head, his fingertips brushing up her arms, revealing the peach slip she was wearing earlier, before he gently lifted her onto it. Drawing his mouth towards hers into a slow and sensuous kiss, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist so once again they were pressed tightly against each other. They both groaned with pleasure as she shifted her hips slightly. "Oh Patrick! What took you so long? I thought you had left me here yearning after you to go mad with want," she teased. He chuckled slightly before grazing her pulse point with his teeth and pressing delicate kisses to the base of her throat, relishing in the noise she made and causing her to once more roll her hips against his. "Mad with want, hmm? I kept getting dragged into conversations, but trust me when I say darling, all I could think about was being here with you, having you pressed against me like this, it was agony…"
"How torturous for you love, how did you ever manage to break free?" She asked breathily against his skin her lips moving down his bare torso. His rough hands caressed her soft thighs, hitching the slip higher until the material was high enough for his hands to slip against the bare skin of her back, drawing soft circles so his fingers skimmed the edge of her suspender belt and briefs. "I said I was having and early night." She pulled away slightly to look into his eyes, biting her lower lip mischievously, amusement sparkling in her eyes as she thought. "Well then, we wouldn't want to disappoint, would we?" He growled his approval of this as he lifted her from the table, pressing a biting kiss to her lips, and carried her upstairs to their bed. He whispered "Minx!" huskily in her ear has he placed her down and crawled over her. She laughed throatily, taking great pleasure in the exchange, before she felt the extent of his need pressing against her core and all coherent thought was lost.