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Note: So Too Much Information has aired, and we now know that Patrick lives with his mother and stepfather, and it's a fractious relationship at best. I am not going to change my story to accommodate show canon, because we probably got all we are going to get of his background, and the show is ending in a month. So consider this an alternative story line, and enjoy it for what it is.

[Kat]

Sex Hair was here. In my bedroom. Half naked. Lying only a few feet away, easily within reach if I decided to hop on board and take him out for a test drive.

Patrick was sublime, making my man Sully's character look like an overinflated tire by comparison. Sully's chest was freshly waxed, and about as appealing as a naked mole rat with his pink skin and six pack.

But the man boy on my floor with the D average in Trig was compelling from every angle.

I might be analytical and rational, but there was nothing logical about the rush of heat that suffused me whenever he leaned in close and stared at my mouth, or let his eyes trail lower to the rest of my tender bits, which I tried but failed to hide with my baggy clothes. It never mattered, because I felt like Patrick could see straight into my soul, knowing what I felt even before I got a clue, kissing away my reason with that full, sensual mouth that he used so well. His lips had traveled the length of my neck and shoulders, dusting my collarbone with swipes of his tongue, but not being granted further passage to the hills and valleys of my breasts.

He made me ache and burn in the best way, and gave my left hand a good workout when he starred in my many fantasies. I'd crossed home only once, and that had been an epic failure on so many levels that I tried to blot it out. But that one trip to the dark side had awakened something in me, a wild, passionate side that I tried to deny with sarcastic venom. Only, SH knew it was all a game, lobbing my verbal arrows straight back at me and eventually scoring my heart (I was long past the point of no return).

A splash of moonlight cut a swath across his body, illuminating his chest hair in silvery strands that begged me to snare my hands in them. My fingers twitched impatiently, and my entire being wanted to slide against the length of him, sucking and tasting every delicious inch of his incredible body.

[Patrick]

I could smell her from my spot on the floor, and her vanilla and jasmine essence filled my senses. Those earlier kisses had quickly morphed into such arousal that my pants felt three sizes too small. The naked lust on her face when I gleefully pulled off my shirt was staggering, lasting only for a second but telling me what I already knew.

Kat tossed and turned for awhile, and I smirked at the sound of her retainer clicking against her teeth in frustration. It wasn't long before he breathing shifted into a rather fitful sleep. I watched her for a long time, and almost laughed out loud when she murmured my name in vexation. There was more mumbling and then she clearly said, "You can't be here." That was followed by a joyful laugh and the word 'jerk', uttered several times without malice behind it.

She was a fascinating study, and I decided there was nothing sexier than a sleep-tousled Kat in the throes of a great dream. "Mmm." Her sudden moan raised the fine hairs on the back of my neck. "Not like that...lower. Umm...there."

Her covers were rippling and I suspected she was taking care of business. She undulated a few times and gasped several times before muttering, "Thanks, Sully.

My eyes opened wide at that name and I sat up and stared at her.

Who the hell was Sully? What, that douche Blank Slate and I weren't enough for her? I felt a bit of my Sicilian temper come snaking into play, and I wondered where she got off fantasizing about yet another dude.
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