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Blackout
3
Lisbon shut her cell and sighed in relief. So far, her brothers had spent the night unharmed. Since he had applied for a program in rehab, her father hadn't touched a bottle of alcohol or raised his hand on them the last ten months. But she still feared he would relapse and turn violent again. However Tommy assured her that the evening had been uneventful and that he and James would take care of little Chris until her return so she didn't need to hurry. His tone seemed hasty though, as if he was lying to hide something from her. The young woman just hoped they weren't planning to crash some big party behind her back, or sneak into the arcade while she was gone.
She glanced to her left. Patrick had kept staring at her the whole conversation, leaning against a close wall with his arms crossed.
"Are you going to stop looking at me?" she asked, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. The blond man grinned.
"You're the only beautiful thing worth looking at in this room." She rolled her eyes. "Truly. I don't think you realise it, but you are a hell of a hottie."
"Let me guess." Lisbon faked thinking. "You want to sweep me off my feet again?"
Patrick's grin widened more.
"Oh you have no idea." He replied on a teasing tone, yet the glint in his eyes was serious. She preferred not to dwell on the subject any longer. There was something about him, this… charisma that was undeniably charming and attractive. Lisbon knew each time she was facing a stupid jackass. And even though Patrick was a jackass, stupid he was not. And he was good-looking. Very good looking. Heck, he was the most handsome guy she had ever come across!
He still hadn't torn his eyes away from her.
The young woman glanced around his living room nervously, hands fidgeting. Although she… felt he was still a more or less decent guy and wouldn't touch her unless she asked for it, she wasn't at ease knowing he still wanted her. The pleasurable moments they had spent the previous night were still fresh in her memory, and even though she had known him for barely a few hours, something was definitively attracting her to him. In fact, Lisbon wasn't really scared of the man; she was more scared of herself and losing control. Control had always been a huge necessity in her life and a part of her. It was also something she would not treat lightly, for the consequences of loosing up were… unpredictable. And she hated unpredictable.
Like waking up in a stranger's bed.
"What's torturing your mind my dear?"
She didn't answer, instead glanced outside the window. It was raining hard.
"Is there a storm coming up?"
"The weathercast said so yesterday" Patrick replied nonchalantly. "Why? You're afraid of thunder?"
Lisbon didn't feel the necessity to inform him that her mother had died on a rainy day, and the bitter memory would resurface each time drops decided to show up.
"Something like that."
The young man uncrossed his arms and stepped closer. Lisbon evaded his glance by walking towards the window and pressing her forehead against the cool glass. Her hand slipped flat over it, and her breath created a small fog around it. She knew that the imprint of her fingers would remain a few seconds on the glass before vanishing when she'll take them off.
"Hey, Teresa?"
His arms sneaked around her waist and he pulled her back against his chest. At first, Lisbon tried to fight his embrace by struggling, but when she didn't feel any arousal indication against her behind, decided to let him do. His arms wrapped around her shoulders in a tight, supposedly comforting hug. His scent enveloped her, her body was flat against his stronger one and instead of feeling trapped, a sense of peace and safety invaded her.
"I don't know what's on your mind" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "But you definitively need to cheer up."
The young woman caught their reflection in the window glass. The image she saw of them made her feel uneasy. The way he held her, they looked like a couple. Her heartbeat increased at the very thought.
"And you are offering to 'cheer me up' with your body?" she snarled to hide her sudden unease.
His lips twisted upwards.
"Only if you are up to it."
His fingers lingered over her upper thigh like a caress. She shivered at the contact, closed her eyes and cursed herself immediately for doing so. How did the damn man do to make her head empty in nanoseconds and create butterflies in her stomach with one touch? Barely fifteen minutes earlier, in the shower, she had felt so cheap with her actions, but now… Now he was making her feel good. Her breath got caught in her throat and a quiet moan threatened to bypass her lips, but she forced herself to swallow it back. No need to encourage the young man further. However, her lapse of thinking didn't go unnoticed.
Patrick sensed everything. The moment her rationality started to fade, the moment she was tempted to melt in his embrace…the moment she would give in if he kept touching her lightly. Even though he wouldn't confess it to her, this situation did not happen often. Usually, he would wait until his one-night stands were dressed to walk them out, not caring if their clothes were in bad shape or if they smelled like cigarettes and alcohol. And most of the time, he didn't even bother driving them to his place, rather booked a room in a hotel nearby. For some reason, this little woman felt… different. Aside from her physical appearance –nothing to say about it, he thought amusingly- there was the innocence. The way she looked at him candidly this morning, spoke to him or even responded to his touch. And the previous night…
Yes, this girl was definitively something. And he wanted her again.
As his body reacted to his stream of thoughts, Lisbon stiffened. This time, she broke through the barrier of his arms and turned to face him, anger, shame -and, to his great pleasure, lust- written altogether on her face.
"I'm not a random woman you can bed anytime!" she hissed. "I swear you…"
Patrick wanted to protest. He wanted to say she hardly fit the randomness column in his book, that any guy who did not desire her was either blind or gay, but the way her eyes flashed, her cheeks flushed or her hair moved made him snap and he didn't let her finish. Instead, the young man stepped closer, pushed her against the wall, trapped her chin single-handedly and leant over her.
"Such crude words for such a pretty mouth" he whispered against her mouth. Her eyes widened in –fear? Desire?- and her lips parted. Knowing he wouldn't have the same chance twice, Patrick closed the distance between them and kissed her firmly.
Lisbon's whole body tensed, her hands crawled over his chest but she didn't push him away. He moved slowly against her, not wanting to freak her out by being too… passionate. When he pulled back for some air, her lids were half-closed.
"Why do you keep doing this?" she whispered, almost sadly. An interesting battle reflected on her face. Consciously or not, she was letting him read her like an open book. Part of her wanted to run away, escape this place and never come back. The other part was strongly willing to surrender and repeat a performance of the previous night. His hand slipped in her silky hair and enjoyed the feeling of them between his fingers.
"You're not stopping me strongly enough." Patrick retorted, breathing deeply to inhale her scent fully, getting it imprinted in his mind. Cinnamon, mixed up with his own fir tree. He loved it.
"I thought you never went where you weren't invited."
The young man buried his face in her shoulder and bit her neck. Teresa gasped and involuntarily tipped her head back against the wall, allowing him more access.
"You aren't stopping me" he repeated against her jaw, peeping small kissed there.
Her skin was warm and soft, and tasted as good. Would he ever get over that feeling? He had never encountered a girl fitting his tastes so well.
"Are you done now?" she asked, her voice slightly shaking. Her involuntary arching against him told him though how much she… liked it. Even if he suspected she would never admit it, even to herself.
"There are so many things I wish I could do to you right now." Patrick replied with straight honesty. His knee set between her thighs and he flattened her whole body with his. "One option is tearing up your clothes and taking you against the wall. Another one" he went on, his left hand wandering way too low for comfort. "Is to kneel right here and let my mouth do the magic. They all end the same way though... making you scream."
His fingers slipped under the oversized shirt and toyed with the waistband of her sport shorts. She tensed immediately, pushed him away and ran in the kitchen for safety. Shut the door, locked it and leant against it. Her whole being was shaking and she left herself fall on the cool ground. Her legs folded, she wrapped her arms around her knees, hiding her face there. A sob tightened her throat but she bit her lower lip to restrain it. No need to let that Patrick guy know how messed up her mind was right now. No need to let him take advantage of her. Especially when his light touch was bringing upfront a new… need. The previous night, he had made her feel desired, unique, beautiful. Something Lisbon desperately wanted from Walter, something he never gave her.
Her mother had told her a few days before her accident, that love was a beautiful thing; that it was the inevitable conclusion between two beings romantically involved and wanting to share their lives. That it was not to be given to someone randomly. Not the way she had given herself away.
As Patrick started to call after her through the door, Lisbon cursed herself quietly. How was she going to get out of this place with her dignity intact and pretend nothing had happened?
She could still feel his large hands roaming over her body, branding her as his; see the intense desire in the depth of his eyes as he panted breathlessly. His hot, wet kisses over her mouth, his warm and strong embrace; his slow and gentle thrusts inside her. The unique pleasure that shook her as he accelerated his pace, playing her body like a violin. Meeting his eyes was enough to revive the memories; could she even handle his advances? Lisbon left a sigh of frustration and hit the back of her head against the door, cursing once more.
What was she going to do?
I know kitchen doors usually don't have lockers, but for the sake of this chapter (and the next) let's just say this one has :3.
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