A/N: Here's the next chapter. I took the popular suggestion to make it a little more racy, though I'm not sure how good it is. Also, I like to use songs for inspiration for my stories. The song I used for this chapter is "My Kind of Crazy," also by Brantley Gilbert.

Like I said before, I own nothing. And once again, sorry for any mistakes.

My Kind Of Crazy

"So... what was that all about?" Patrick asked as Kat slid back into bed next to him. He had stripped back down to his boxers, while she was gone, so she followed suit and was left in her bra and underwear.

"Oh, just a little teenage drama. Now where were we?"

"Right about here," Patrick said sexily, pulling Kat flush against his chest. Instantly, their lips met.

The kiss what much slower, and gentler, than many of the previous ones. Patrick's hands stroked Kat's back, and her's got lost in his curls.

"Hmm... Patrick," Kat moaned, pulling away.

"I'll never tire of hearing you say my name like that," Patrick confessed.

"I love you," Kat told him, with a yawn.

"Am I boring you?" Patrick teased.

"Naw, I'm just kinda sleepy," Kat said, laying her head on Patrick's chest.

"Well yea, you had a pretty long, stressful day," he soothed her, as he wrapped his arm around her, stroking her hair.

"Yea, well, you helped make it a whole lot better, so thank you."

"I was happy to do it."

"Oh, by the way, Bianca said Dad's gonna be out of town at least until Monday."

"Sweet," Patrick said, mirroring Kat's earlier statement.

"Yea, so let's get some sleep now. We'll need energy for this weekend," Kat whispered with a wink.

"Oh yea. I love you Kat. Goodnight," Patrick said softly, kissing Kat's hair.

"Love you too," was the last thing said, before they both drifted off for the most restful sleep either of them had had in a while.

That is until Patrick felt something some into contact with his shin, and awoke to find that all the blankets had somehow migrated to Kat's side of the bed. He reached over to pull some back, and placed a chaste kiss behind her ear, before settling back into his original position.

"Crazy," he whispered.

A few hours later, Patrick was was once again woken up, this time by Kat shaking his shoulder.

"Wake up, sleepyhead."
Patrick opened his eyes, only to be greeted with an amazing sight. Seeing the smile on Kat's face, and her long hair mussed from a night spent in his arms, made the tingling in Patrick's right arm, and the fact that he had been woken up in the middle of the night, totally worthwhile.

"Hey," he said sleepily.

"Hey back."

"How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good. Actually it was probably the best I've slept in quite a while. How bout you?"

"Great," Patrick lied.

"Well, that's good," Kat said, sitting up and combing her fingers through her hair. "I don't know about you, but I could use a shower."

"Yea, that's not a bad idea. You go first, and I'll go after you."

"How bout we conserve?" Kat asked sexily.

"Well, I know how much you care about the environment," Patrick teased. "I can't argue with that."

Kat giggled before jumping off the bed, grabbing Patrick's hand, and pulling him into a standing position next to her.

"Come on," Kat said, leading Patrick out of the room.

The bathroom door had barely closed before Kat was pushed up against it. Patrick's attack began at her lips, but he soon became interested elsewhere.

"Mmm... Patrick," Kat whispered as he kissed and licked and sucked his way along her jaw and into her hair.

"Remember what we're here for. A shower," she added, regaining the ability to speak, finally.

"Hmm, you're right," Patrick conceded before reaching behind Kat's back to undo her bra.

As he worked on her bra, Kat slipped out of her panties. Standing fully naked in front of Patrick, Kat winked at him before running for the shower. Patrick was hot on her heels in a second, as his boxers appeared to fly off his body. Soon, Kat once again found herself up against a wall. Only this time, it was the shower wall. As she and Patrick ravaged each others lips, Kat reached her hand behind herself to find the knobs for the water. Finally finding one, she gave it a quick turn, only to be greeted with a nasty surprise.

"Woah!"

"Holy shit!"

Patrick and Kat both yelled as cold water suddenly washed over their bodies and broke up their impromptu make-out session.

"Damn," Patrick said.

"Here, let me mess with it," he added, before turning the hot and cold water knobs simultaneously, fiddling with them, until a warm stream of water ran over their bodies.

"Well, now that that's fixed," Kat said as she reached for her shampoo. Apparently, she actually intended to "shower."

As she slowly massaged the fruity shampoo into her scalp and to the ends of her hair, Patrick just stood back and admired her body. He couldn't help but notice that her nipples were standing at attention and just asking to be touched. Whether it was from the shot of cold water, or the fact that their naked bodies were in such close proximity, he didn't know, all he knew was that he needed to touch them. So he did. As Kat lifted her head to rinse the shampoo from her hair, Patrick took the opportunity to reach up and cup a breast, letting his thumb brush over her nipple. It hardened even more at his touch, as Kat gasped, and tried to stifle it.

Kat was doing her best to play it cool, and not let Patrick see the effect he was having on her. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to put on the act though, as he moved his hand from simply cupping her breast to actually playing with her nipple, gently squeezing and tugging it. Kat had to work double time to try and hide her pleasure, as his other hand went to her other breast and mirrored the movements. Kat bit her lip and went on with the task of rinsing her hair, as if nothing was happening, and it was frustrating the hell out of Patrick.

Knowing he needed to do more to get a reaction out of her, he replaced one hand with his mouth, sucking and biting. He was even licking off the, thankfully soap-free, water that ran down her chest and right into his mouth. He had never had water that tasted so sweet.

Kat couldn't take it anymore. As Patrick went right on swirling his tongue around one nipple and tugging the other, she grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled him away from both. He was about to protest, before Kat's lips came crashing down on his. As she attacked his lips and tongue with hers, she backed him up into the back wall of the shower. Teasingly, she pulled away suddenly, leaving Patrick feeling lost. Just as suddenly, she began kissing a trail along his jaw line, up and down his neck, to just under his ear. After kissing and nipping there for a few seconds, she continued upwards to his earlobe, which she proceeded to pull into her mouth.

This was it for Patrick, he needed to do something, so just as suddenly as her attack had come, he spun them around and switched their positions, pinning both of Kat's hands over her head with one of his. To give her an idea of how bad she had been torturing him, Patrick decided to follow the same path Kat had. He began on her lips, wasting no time parting her lips and letting his tongue dance with hers.

Never one to be complacent, Kat sucked Patrick's bottom lip into her mouth. Getting turned on more and more by the minute, Patrick released Kat's hands and let his roam down her body, soon finding her ass. He began squeezing her ass, and he knew he had turned Kat on when he felt her teeth dig into his lip. As he continued to caress her ass cheeks, she bucked her hips into his, driving Patrick insane.

Pulling away, Patrick looked into Kat's eyes for permission. Finding what he needed, he swiftly lifted her off the ground and allowed her to wrap he legs around his torso before entering her. As she took in his large, throbbing erection, Kat melted. He made sure to give her time to mold around him, before he began thrusting. As he trusted harder and harder, Kat grabbed handfuls of his hair for stability. It felt as if she would float away.

As they both neared the edge, Patrick's thrusts became unbelievably powerful. After one final thrust, he and Kat exploded together. She dropped her legs from his waist and got to her feet, the both fell against the wall in exhaustion.

As their breathing slowed and they were once again able to stand upright, Patrick reached back and turned the water off.

"Woah," Kat whispered as Patrick wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I love you," he breathed into her hair.

"I love you too."

They just stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, in a comfortable silence, for a few minutes, until the silence was suddenly broken.

"KAT! When are you getting out of there? I need to get a shower before Chastity picks me up to meet Dawn and Cameron at the mall! Come on! You've been in there forever!" Bianca yelled.

"Okay Bianca! God! I'll be out in a few minutes! Calm down!" Kat screamed back.

"Okay, I'm coming in in five! Whether you're done or not!" Bianca promised, before going back to her room.

"Uurgh... I guess we should get outta here," Kat groaned, untangling herself from Patrick.

"If you say so," Patrick teased.

"Come on," she said, grabbing his hand and leading him out from behind the shower curtain.

"Here," Kat said, handing Patrick a towel, and watching as he proceeded to shake the water from his hair.

She grabbed a towel of her own and dried herself off as Patrick did the same. Deciding she was dry enough, she wrapped the towel around her torso, and tucked it into itself, just above her breasts. Patrick followed suit, wrapping his around his waist and reaching for the doorknob, before Kat stopped him.

"Wait!" she whispered urgently. "Let me make sure it's clear," she said, sticking her head out the door to make sure the hallway was deserted.

"Okay, let's go," she told Patrick, taking his hand, leading him into the hallway.

A/N: Okay, stopping it there for now. Seems like a natural stopping point. Like I said before, review, I'll take any suggestions.