Chapter 7: 11/10/15

It's practically pitch black by the time I get to Delphic Amusement Park. There is moonlight but it's very dim. Everything is quiet except for the slight winds and bushes rustling. I shut off the car engine and lights and scan the front gates for Patch. After a few seconds I saw his figure emerge from behind them and he waved me over. I hop out of the car and jog to him. He opens the gates just enough for me to slip through then locks them again. Taking my hand we walk toward the archangel. I crane my neck to look up at it. Still as intimidating as the first day I rode it.

"So a-any reason why y-y-you wanted t-to meet here? Instead of t-the warmth of your h-home or m-m-mine?" I asked teeth chattering. I could tell this winter was going to be a harsh one.

"This is my home," Patch said simply. He was wearing a leather jacket zipped up with his hands in his pockets. But he other than that he didn't look cold at all.

"You can feel now. Aren't you shivering?" He looked to me. Did a once over and smiled slightly.

"What?"

"You're cute when you're cold," he said placing an icey kiss on my forehead before leading me to the left off of the main walkway. We walked up the steps to this all too familiar maintenance shed. I followed as he guided me all the way to the front door of his studio. Being down here in the tunnels wasn't as bad now that all the other fallen are gone. Suddenly a sad thought struck me. Does he ever get lonely? He is the only one of his kind. I didn't have much time to ponder this though because as soon as he opened the door a wave of heat hit my face. Blood rushed to my cheeks and to the tips of my fingers and toes as if I were being brought back to life. I exhaled happily.

"Better?" Patch asked taking off his jacket while trying to hold back laughter.

"Much better," I croon sitting on the black leather love seat and kicking my shoes off. There was a fur throw on the chair with a very similar texture as the mink coat I bought. The thought made me smile.

"What's up?" Patch asked sitting next to me and pulling my feet into his laughing. I shook my head at him.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me," he said gently rubbing his thumbs up instep. It felt like heaven. I'd been walking around all day and apparently all evening with Vee.

"I got a mink coat today that's just like this blanket. A different color though," I said sighing. His fingers were like magic.

"I didn't give you enough for a real mink coat," he said wryly.

"I know. Vee kind of talked me into... um stealing it." At that he stopped rubbing.

"Angel, you don't need to steal anything. If you want something just ask me for it and soon enough it will be yours," he said softly. Almost disappointed in me. Oh, no.

"It was a spur of the moment thing," I started quickly sitting up to defend myself. "Marcie had made fun of Vee and I saying we couldn't afford it. And we just wanted to show her up for once. You should understand what it's like to want to prove someone wrong. Plus all I did was mindtri-" I rambled but Patch interrupted.

"You mind tricked the employee?" He asked with disbelieving wide eyes. "A few months ago you wouldn't even let me get away with not paying for a burger at a stand on the beach." Then his expression went straight. Back to the normal always guarded Patch.

"Vee isn't a very good influence on you," he said in a low tone. But it wasn't low enough to be threatening.

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again," I said sweetly climbing into his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck hoping he wouldn't be able to resist my charms. I felt his body sink with a deep breath.

"I'm not mad at you Angel. Just a little surprised," he said finally placing a small kiss on my lips then standing up.

"Where are you going?" I asked giving him the lost puppy look.

"To take a quick shower. Grab a bite. I restocked," he gestured to the kitchen with his chin then walked down the short hall closing the bathroom door behind him. A few minutes later I heard the shower running. I got up and made my way to the cabinets. I had to admit I was hungry but not for a full course meal. Tea and peanut butter with crackers will ease my needs for now. I make my way to the bedroom with my plate and cup but almost drop both of them when I ease the door open. The room has been completely remodeled with all new French classical style furniture. The color scheme was black and gold. My favorite piece was the ornate bed. It was large and draped in black silk sheets with gold trimming. It took up most of the room. It had a platform with steps that led to the mattress. I didn't even know they made mattresses this big. The pillows may be a little excessive but so comfortable. I stripped down into my undershirt and panties then crawled onto the bed. I just lounged there with my snacks. I could really get used to this. It's like laying on a cloud.

Right when I was chewing on my last cracker Patch strolled into the room wearing just a towel around his waist chest and hair still damp. I gaped unapologetically. He shook his head chuckling softly.

"You look like you're in heaven," he stated matter of factly.

"Now I am," I hummed rolling to my back with my eyes closed.

"Enjoying the new furniture I see," he said still amused. I just nodded with a solemn smile on my face.

"I love what you've done with the place," I breathed out. "But why does one man need so much space on his mattress?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Angel, everything I've done down here was with you in mind." Aw how sweet. He could be so selfless sometimes. But only when it came to me. I could at that to the endless list of reasons why I he's my soulmate.

"Well I'm loving it," I said. "Every bit of it," I said caressing the sheets beside me.

"Really?" He asked. I could tell without looking at him he was smirking. The bed dipped near my feet as he crawled on and over me. I could feel his cool breathing over my face and I puckered my lips for a kiss. He leaned down and kissed me slowly. Our mouths moved gracefully together. I knew just how to kiss him and he knew just how to kiss me. At times our tongues would touch lightly but he'd pull away. Teasing me playfully. This was a game I could play all night. I loved kissing Patch. It is always perfect. He knows exactly what to do with his hands and mouth to make things feel just right. He knows me and now he's starting to get to know my body. He pulls away once more and this time he places feather light kisses all over my face. Trailing down my jaw to my ear.

"Open your eyes," he whispers in a husky tone. I gingerly open my eyes and though they are hooded from my excitement I see exactly what he wants me to see, or reflection in the mirrors on the ceiling.

"Patch! You didn't," I moan softly.

"Hmm but I did," he hums against my neck. I giggle. This man never ceases to amaze me.

"May I ask why?"

"I want you to see all the beauty that I see," he said sincerely and my heart skips a beat. I blush twice as hard as usual. Wow. Who knew that Patch had such a tender romantic side to him? In the back of my head I'm hoping that I'm the only woman that's ever gotten to see this. He lifts up the hem of my shirt and I lean up to help him rid of it and my bra. He doesn't hesitate to take one of my nipples in his mouth and suckle softly. After a while he gives the same treatment to the other. I'm arching underneath him as one of his hands slip down my abdomen and into my panties. He rubs my clit firmly but tenderly before moving lower and pushing a finger inside me. He lets out a breath the same time a small groan escapes me. The feeling is still foreign to me but the way he works his hand makes me want-

"More?" He asks in a hoarse tone. I nodded eagerly. That's exactly what I was thinking. He pulls away from me to kneel in front of me. I eagerly pull my panties down to my thighs and he takes care of the rest with a small smile of approval on his face. I gingerly open my legs to him.

"Remember what I told you about being timid, Angel." He whispered against the inside of my calf deliberately working his way up. I nodded my head once at a loss for words. How could I concentrate with his mouth so close to me there? He placed open mouth kisses where my thigh and hip connected. I tried my best to stay still but failed miserably squirming in anticipation for what I knew was to come. He settled lower with his hands caressing my waist softly and gave my clit a real peck kiss as if it were my lips. The gesture made me smile. Then came his tongue nice and slow giving soft flicks he teased me. He closed his mouth around my clit and suckled gently. I threw my head back moaning lightly. My limbs were lax and my internally I was extra warm. The sensations gradually moved through me as his tongue moved on me. He payed close attention to my clit licking it back and forth and even drawing circles on it. Soon I couldn't control my movements or the sounds I was making. He moved to put a finger inside me again. A feeling deep in my abdomen started to grow stronger and stronger until I felt like I was so close to either falling off an edge or exploding. I remember seeing one clear image before I spiraled. My auburn hair was fanned out in long curls on the bed. My grey eyes were almost closed and there was a twinkle of awe mixed with bliss in them. My lips were swollen and parted as I vocalized all the pleasure I'd been feeling. My skin was flush. I had my hands curled in Patch's hair as his head moved between my thighs. My body was tense but at ease. Then I threw my head back as the pressure bursts gloriously.

When I opened my eyes Patch was leaning over me with a triumphant look in his eye.

"Are you okay?" He whispered against my lips. I nodded smiling back at him. I'm more than okay. That was... indescribable.

"That felt so..." I trailed off not knowing what word to use.

"Good?" He suggested. I shook my head.

"No it was beyond good. What was that?" I asked in awe.

"I'll explain later. Right now I need you to take care of me," he said and flipped us over so that I was on top this time. No, no, no.

"Patch I-" I started mortified but he cut me off.

"Angel, you can and you will." With that he guided me with his hands on my hips to sink down on him. Once I went down all the way, I slid up languidly then back down again. Patch groaned.

"Gods Almighty." Ooh, if it was having this kind of effect on him I could get used to this.

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