She walked into Roman's kitchen and sat down. He had his back against her while putting the finishing touch on dinner. He turned around and frowned by the sight of the tequila bottle in front of her that she had already started on.

"Drinking already?" He asked.
"Well, we are having a party tonight, aren't we? Just getting a head start," she said.
He sighed and put a plate of food in front of her.
"At least eat this before drinking anymore," he said and sat down with his own plate of food.

He looked at her while they both started eating.

"Is that the dress Seth gave you?" He asked.
"Yeah, I figured I'd better wear it to show my appreciation," she answered.
"It's cute on you," he said.

After dinner she walked into the livingroom, put on some music and dumped down in a chair with the bottle of tequila. He followed with a beer in his hand, figuring he'd better stay close to her. There was no telling what kind of mood she would be in. She just got back yesterday and she had stayed to herself the first day.

He looked out the window as he heard the first car drive up.

"Seth's here," he said.
"Oh yippie," she said sarcastically and took a swig of the bottle.
"He was really worried about you," he said.
"That's his problem," she said.

Seth felt nervous as he entered the house. He hadn't seen her for two weeks and in the time they had been apart, he had missed her. More than he cared to admit out loud. He held his breath as he saw her and then a small smile appeared on his face. She was wearing the dress he had bought. It had to mean something. He looked up and met her eyes. She looked right through him, that glow in her eyes wasn't there anymore, but she was still more beautiful than he remembered. She lifted the bottle to greet him and then took another swig of it.

He walked in and sat in a chair close to her.

"Hi Patricia, how are you?" He asked concerned.
"Just fine. And you?" She asked back.
"I'm good now," he answered.

"Now that I'm finally near you again."

He wanted to continue the conversation but was cut off as other people arrived. Roman had invited several of his friends. She hadn't met the new arrivals before but she greeted them friendly as she knew she was supposed to.

Seth kept eyeing her, watching how that bottle of tequila never left her hand. He couldn't blame her for wanting to drown her sorrows with alcohol. He just wished she would talk to him instead. Talk, shout, yell... or even hit him. Anything she wanted to do as long as she would communicate with him and be in front of him. Right in front of him where he could wrap his arms around her, pull her close and never let her go.

An hour later the final car arrived.

"Dean and Renee's here," Roman said.
"Cool," Patricia said and sat up more straight.

Seth felt kind of jealous by this response even though he knew better.

"Patricia!" Renee yelled in joy and hurried over to hug her.
"I got something for you," Patricia said.

She stood up and grabbed something from a near by shelf. She walked back over to Renee and put a bracelet around her arm.

"I finally got it made for you while I was home," she said.
"Oh my god, Patricia, it's amazing. Just what I wanted. Thank you so much," Renee said and hugged her, then turned around to show it to Dean. "Look. My very own lunatic bracelet."
"Wow, that really is something. You got some real talent, Patricia," Dean said.
"Well, working on it helped me keep sane," Patricia said.

No one said anything for a few seconds. It was a touchy subject and even though she had just thrown the ball out there for them to grab, no one knew how to do it. She sighed and put the bottle down on a table.

"Oh, I also got some new ink," she said.
"Let me see," Renee said.

Patricia pulled down the dress a bit to show the tattoo on the left side of her chest.

"Let me see," Roman said, surprised that she hadn't told him about the new tattoo yesterday.

She turned around still holding the dress down so everyone could see the name tattood over her heart.

"Sean? Your brother?" Renee asked.
"Yeah. The last man I'll ever love," she answered.

She caught Seth's eyes right after making that statement. A flash of hurt went through them but she couldn't care about that. She had just made everything clear and she meant what she had said. Sean would be the last man she would ever love. She had only loved two men her entire life, her father and her brother, and both of them had been taken away from her. She didn't feel like ever putting her love on anyone again when all she did was lose the ones she loved.

There was an awkward silence in the air. All there was heard was the music playing. Renee nodded at Dean and he cleared his throat and stood up.

"Right, I could really use some air. Care to join me, Patricia?" He asked.
"Sure," she said, taking the hint that she was the reason of the awkward silence and that she needed to leave for a couple of minutes to allow people to have some fun again.

"Sorry about that," she said once they were outside.
"Don't worry about it," he said as they walked side by side around the house to stand.

There was calm and dark back there, only the moonlight and the stars gave enough light for them to see each other.

"How have you been? I mean, truly been?" He asked.
"To hell and back as usual. I go there so often that the devil gave me my own set of keys for the gate," she answered.
"I can imagine. Can you cope with everything? Or are we gonna catch you with a new bottle everyday?" He asked concerned.

"No, that's not my thing. I just needed one night of drinking," she answered.
"And what about... other things?" He asked and gently grabbed her left arm to hold it up.
"I can't make any promises," she answered truthfully as she yanked her arm free of his soft grip.

They heard footsteps approaching and turned their heads in the direction. Shortly after Seth came walking around the corner. He walked over to them and stopped.

"Can we talk?" He asked her.
Dean looked at her and she nodded.
"Alright, I'll leave you two to it. I'll make sure no one comes out here to bother you," he said and walked back inside.

"Are you okay?" Seth asked once they were alone.
"God, I wish people would stop asking me that. No, I'm not okay and you already know that but who fucking cares?" She sneered.
"I care," he answered.
"Don't," she said.
"Why not?" He asked and took her hand.

He held it between both his hands and moved it up to his lips to kiss it. He slowly placed small kisses on each of her fingers and then moved down to the back of the hand.

"You can't tell me not to care," he whispered.

She looked at him. Why did he have to be so hot and turn her on so bad? His kisses started trailing down her arm, moving closer towards her. No, she wouldn't have it that way. She wanted him but not like that. She yanked her arm free and quickly moved both her hands to his belt.

"You wanna fuck me?" She asked.
"What?" He asked surprised.
"Do you wanna fuck me?" She asked again as she started opening his belt.
"You know I do but are you sure you want this now?" He asked confused.
"Just open your fucking pants," she ordered.

His hand quickly moved to his pants and started opening them. At the same time she reached up under her dress and took off her panties. She held them in her hand as he pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees. He looked at her, still that question lingered in his eyes.

"Fuck me," she said lowly.

He grabbed her and pulled her close, lifted her up while she wrapped her legs around her waist, leaned her up against the wall and lowered her on his dick.

He growled in pleasure as he moved inside her again. He sure had missed it. He thrust into her at a steady pace. Not rapidly fast as he had done before, the position not allowing it when he had to make sure to keep her up at the same time, but instead he thrust in hard. She moaned and dug her nails into his shoulders. He leaned his head forward to kiss her but she turned her head to the side. Instead he sank his teeth into her neck as he kept thrusting into her hard. He felt her squeeze him in no time and the moans of her cumming was right next to his ear, making him feel so good that he couldn't keep going. She pushed him right over the edge alongside her.

He gently put her back down on the ground.

"Thanks, I needed that," she said and put her panties back on.

She started walking away while he was still pulling his pants off.

"Hey wait, where are you going?" He asked.
"I need to find a bathroom before your semen starts running down my legs," she said over her shoulder as she continued walking away from him.

He fixed his pants and hurried inside. She was nowhere to be seen so he sat down on a couch, hoping she would come join him in the empty seat next to him. She came back in a couple of minutes later. She didn't even look at him. She just went back to her original seat and grabbed the bottle of tequila again. He sighed. She was so close and yet so far away. All he wanted to do was hold her and tell her everything would be alright.

Around an hour later she got up and started walking out of the house again. He took off after her and stopped her outside.

"Where are you going?" He asked.
"To bed," she answered.
"You want me to come along?" He asked, hoping she would say yes.
"No," she answered.

He looked at her with pain in his eyes. He looked like a child who had just been told Christmas was cancelled and she couldn't help but laugh a little which only made him look even more hurt.

"I'm sorry, Seth, but go back inside. I don't wanna cuddle all night with anyone," she said.
"I'm not anyone," he tried.
"I'm sorry, I forgot. You're Seth freaking Rollins!" She said in a high pitch voice, clearly mocking him. "You might be that to the world but to me you're just a guy I fucked."
"And what does that make you?" He asked angrily.
"Just a girl you fucked. If you wanna try and hurt me by calling me whore or bitch, go ahead, but I'm still going to bed. Goodnight," she said.
"Goodnight, princess," he spat and stomped back inside.

Roman found Seth at the kitchen table next morning with a cup of coffee.

"Sleep well?" He asked.
"Not really," Seth answered.
"What's on your mind?" Roman asked and sat down.
"Patricia," Seth answered.
"She's still messing with you?" Roman asked.
"Yeah, and after last night it just got worse. I know I should be angry but I'm not. Concerned, sad, worried... but not angry," Seth said and sighed. "You know, there's this line in a Metallica song that reminds me of her."
"Shoot," Roman said.
"She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again," Seth quoted.
"As much as I hate agreeing with that, it actually summons her up pretty good," Roman said.
"How long do you think anyone can go refusing to feel love before breaking down completely?" Seth asked.
"I got a feeling we're gonna find out," Roman said in a sad voice.

They heard the front door open and close and they stopped their conversation. Shortly after she turned up in the kitchen.

"Oh good, you already made coffee," she said and poured a cup.
"How did you sleep?" Roman asked.
"Just fine," she answered and sat down. "Are we having breakfast together today?"
"In 15 minutes we can figure something out. I just need a shower first," Roman said and walked out of the kitchen.

Seth took a deep breath.

"Look, Patricia..." He started but was caught off by her right away.
"You wanna go fool around?" She asked.
"I'm sorry?" He asked confused.
"We got 15 minutes. Wanna go for a quicky back at the guesthouse?" She asked.

He knew he shouldn't. He should do the adult thing and say no. Instead he nodded. She smiled, stood up and started walking away. He hurried up and followed her. Two minutes later he found himself in her bedroom.

"Down," she said and pushed him down on the bed.

She opened his pants quickly and tore them off him along with his boxers. He let her control it. As much as he wanted to grab her and pin her down, he knew now wasn't the right time for that. She twisted a smile at him before suddenly bowing her head down and taking his dick in her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned as she moved her head up and down.

He ran his fingers through her hair, just enjoying what she did to him, and then her head disappeared just as fast as it had gotten there. He looked up to see her get out of her own pants and underwear. He pushed himself up on his elbows but she was fast to straddle him and push him back down with her hands on his shoulders.

"Stay down," she said.

She grabbed his dick and guided it inside her. She started moving, rolling her hips, controlling and owning him. He had his hands on her hips but let her control the pace while he met her movements with his own below her.

"Shit, Patricia!" He growled.

She felt so good and he just wanted it to last but he knew it couldn't. She started tensing up and he couldn't take it anymore. He wanted her to come undone under him while he controlled it, while he controlled her.

He held on tight to her hips and swung her down on her back without warning. She let out a small scream of surprise and by the look in her eyes, she was about to object. He didn't give her the chance as he started thrusting into her fast, nailing her body down to the bed, grabbing her wrists and holding her down, going as crazy on her as he could. She started screaming in pleasure and he just kept thrusting into her like a mad man, grinning as he felt how she squeezed him and came, thrusting through her orgasm before he finally let himself go too.

He collapsed down on her, his head on her shoulder, as he tried catching his breath. A few seconds later he lifted his head and looked at her with a smile on his face. He leaned forward to kiss her but she turned her head again like the night before. He wouldn't allow it. He grabbed her jaw and forced her head back to claim her mouth. It was a hard, closed kiss at first but he wouldn't give up. He kept his fingers on her jaw, squeezing it a bit to make her do as he wanted, and her lips parted and allowed his tongue inside. He felt good. He was back in control.

"You fucking love it, princess."