Expect The Unexpected- Chapter Four- The Ties that Bind Us

Before Nora even opened her eyes the scent of supple leather teased her nostrils and the tickling of hair scented with fiery smoke teased her jaw-line.

She had felt a desperate, longing kiss that was placed on her lips and forehead. At least she thought she had felt it.

She knew she didn't imagine it despite the fact she was sedated and that could be likely.

No.

Nora was nothing but defiant. She had felt him here with her.

Beside her.

Kissing her.

Holding her.

Stroking her hand.

She heard him. Felt him. Despite the fact he didn't save her from the darkness he had still come to see her. To care for her.

To love her.

"Patch." Norah murmured as her eyes fluttered open slowly. She scanned the room trying to bring him forward so she could see him with her eyes and not just her mind. She was willing his dark eyes and sly smile to appear any moment now. And, when they did her stomach would fill with butterflies and her mind would swim until she could not comprehend any coherent thought.

But he was gone for the second time tonight and Nora couldn't stop the tears from falling. There were so many questions left unanswered, so many emotions surfacing that she couldn't keep up as sobs choked their way out of her throat.

How she longed for his arms to hold her at this moment in time; he had already been there before no matter what she needed. All she needed to do was think of him, breathe him in and he was there with the jeep, a sly smile and the promise of sexual tension, love and protection.

He was a devoted boyfriend with a deep, dark past- but Nora Grey could handle that. She thought Patch understood that, but maybe he didn't?

Did he?

Nora saw his beautiful dark eyes flickering in her mind before the disorientation began to dissipate and she started to become more alert and aware of her surroundings. She took mental notes of the tight bandages that were wrapped in more than one uncomfortable place. The stench of her own blood was wafting in and out of her nostrils and her damp hair was sticking to her face in tendrils. She brushed the sticky strands away and sat up fully, her heart pounding with exertion from the simple task.

She raised her right hand to her face and felt tape across her face from the oxygen mask, she studied it with careful fingers before gently lowering her hand to her stomach.

Nora didn't have the strength to look down to see what she was touching but she knew it was her tummy by instinct.

She had never been the most slender girl but she was while average quite fit. Her normally soft tummy felt like a hard mound than not only raised up in a way that seemed unnatural.

She was definitely pregnant…but she wasn't sure how pregnant.

The thought fluttered in her head until she thought she would actually go crazy. She rubbed her stomach up and down trying to remember desperately what had happen that night they made love… It wasn't long ago…it was maybe a month ago. She smiled despite herself at the memory…

Last Month

Nora and Patch were walking hand in hand through the streets as the afternoon sunshine beat down on them. It was a little after three on a Saturday afternoon and Nora was caught up in the feel of Patch's warm hand on hers, she didn't have a care in the world, she was just happy.

There was a slight summer drizzle sprinkling on them; Patch looked adorable with tiny raindrops rolling of his nose, his sly smile, and dark eyes glittering.

"Angel." He said in a low dark voice, one that made Nora's heart sing with a dark pleasure. One that they hadn't crossed yet. She knew that look in his deep eyes- he wanted her. Right now, and for once she wasn't going to fight it.

"Let me take you home." His tone hummed in her ears like birdsong. She knew where home meant; it meant to his shady apartment where no one could interrupt them, not one soul. A cheeky smile spread on Nora's lips as she searched his eyes.

"Okay." She answered as she tucked a lock of dark wavy hair behind her ear.

"I love it when you do that." He breathed soft and slow. Nora giggled.

"I know you do." They stopped walking and she raised her arms high in the air. Patch raised his eyebrow almost asking her permission, but Nora looked at him with her big golden brown eyes.

"Take me home." She purred. Patch grinned showing a shimmering flash of sharp white teeth, and then he lifted her into his arms and flew her away without a second thought.

They reached the apartment and Nora wasn't quite ready to let go of him yet. She held onto him tighter, savouring the beautiful warmth where the summer rain had hit. She listened to the steady thumping of his heart.

"Nora…" He said softly as he gently set her down on the leather lounge. "I want you…I know you said you weren't ready, but every passing day spent with you, makes me want you more."

"Patch…" Nora got up from the lounge and walked towards him. She began undoing the buttons on his black button-up shirt. "I want you too." It was said in a barely a whisper, but he heard her.

"You do?" He asked plucking her hand away for a moment, stopping her from going any further. "I can wait." He said with earnest eyes. "If you wanna just lie here all night, together, I'm okay with that. If you wanna just kiss and-"

He got no further, Nora crashed into his lips suddenly needing him more than she ever anticipated. She caught his lower lip with her teeth, sucked, and nibbled him eagerly. She let her hands get lost in his glossy, wavy mess of hair and moaned into his mouth to show him just how much he turned her on.

"I. Want. You." She reassured. "I do. I have for a while now."

"I know, Angel." He answered threading a large hand through her dark hair. "I know."

"Then why ask?" Nora laughed. "I love you, Patch, and I want this."

Patch grinned his eyes glittered with the motion. "I'll make it good for you." He reassured as he kissed her softly, tenderly. "I promise to go slow, you're my-"

"I'm your first?" Nora said half to herself and half to Patch. She looked up at him shaking her head so that her hair rippled from the movement.

"Angel, Nora, you're my first." He repeated sincerely. "I've never loved a girl as much as I love you, and I never will."

"But what about-"

Patch pressed a finger to her lips and resumed threading his hand through her hair.

"There is no one else, Angel. Only you."

"I'm sorry." Nora said shaking her head again. "It's just you're so…?"

"Attractive?" He filled in. Nora grinned and then nodded.

"Well yeah. I mean, surely there was someone before me."

"Are you gonna stand here and ask me about the past, or do you wanna make love to me, Nora Grey?"

"I want to make love to you, Jev Cipriano." Nora answered. "I do."

"Then let's have this moment, I already told you, I love you, no one else."

And so they did… Nora's tan-brown dress was the first to go; Patch pulled it up and over her head, Nora responded with shaking out her dark, tumbling mane.

Patch grinned as he kissed her harder than before; Nora dipped her hand under the bottom-hem of Patch's tight, charcoal-coloured t-shirt and tugged it over his taught muscles.

How she had waited for this moment. It was beautiful and soft all in one fleeting moment, and neither were going to stop this time. Not like when they once had been interrupted before.

Nora dropped his shirt to the floor, it fell next to her dress, and then she let her nimble, questioning fingers proceed to try to undo the front button of his black jeans; they almost looked painted on, and they were tight as anything as she fiddled with the fly when the button wouldn't budge.

"God, these are tight…" She murmured trying to work the fabric loose. Patch chuckled, a deep, warm sound, and her heart took flight in her chest, soaring so high, she thought she'd pass out then.

"They're meant to be." He said in a cool, confident voice. Cocky. How she loved it. He popped the button and the zipper and pants came loose; Nora tugged them down to his ankles. When she got up from her squatting position, she was at eye-level with his crutch.

Holy, Jesus. She thought her heart pounding hard. Mother of God.

Saying he was adequate was an underestimate, and saying he was more-than-adequate was not near enough.

"You're…" She fumbled for words bashfully. Patch raised a dark eyebrow, his words filled with a humorous-amusement.

"Well-hung?" He murmured kissing her ear. "Loaded?" He moved down towards her neck, biting only very gently. "More-than adequate?"

"Beautiful…" Nora finished with a chuckle of pure delight. "Just…amazing."

"As are you, Angel." He replied, but his voice was filled with pride. "You always have been."

"Are…are you ready?" She whispered almost shyly. Her dark eyes flickered to meet his. He bit his lip and nodded.

"You know I am," He replied his voice caught with pleasure. "The question is…are you?"

Nora considered what secrets lay beyond this boundary they were about to cross- what hidden talents did she have…what more could he amaze her with.

She wanted to know; there was a fire charring her inside the longer she waited.

"Okay." She said with a newfound confidence. "Let's do this."

Hi Everyone,

I am posting this because someone posted that us writers don't have a life. Well, we do. And the reason why I didn't post was because I didn't want to throw crap together and give you a half-assed approach.

Anyway, please R and R, I'm sorry it's been so long.

Do you want a sex scene? I am happy to write a watered down version, since I don't write full on smut, please let me know.

-Celeste xxx