I couldn't stop the tears pooling in my eyes and the frustration flooding me as I huddled over my Chemistry notes. All the things I could accomplish without even trying, but Chemistry had proven to stump me for hours on end. With the drama surrounding Patch and me, my grades began to slip and even though college wasn't exactly a top concern, I was determined to graduate. Sitting in Patch's room without him was an odd feeling. The energy in the room was severely depleted and I felt even less motivated than usual. The frustration morphed into anger and I gave up, throwing my chemistry book at his wall.

"Dammit!" I screamed. I was hopeless and decided I would just mooch off Patch for the rest of eternity.

"Angel?" Patch murmured, knocking on the door. "Can I come in?"

"I don't care." Throwing my head onto my pillow, I figured if I suffocated myself then chemistry wouldn't matter anyway.
He walked in, chuckled lightly, and I felt him lower himself on the bed. His hand began to rub my back, "Nora, what's the matter?"

"I'm stupid."

"You're what? You must be talking about a different person because my Angel is an intelligent, sexy, determined woman that can do anything. Baby, you're my Wonderwoman." I rolled my eyes in response, slightly inclined to listen to him. He was persuasive when he wanted to be. Most of the time.

"If I'm so intelligent then why is a high school level chemistry class the hardest part of my life right now?" Patch shook his head and the bed rose as he stood. Moments later the mattress dipped again and I heard him flipping through pages.

"Why didn't you ask me for help? I'd do anything for you, especially study for something you need to graduate."

"I didn't think you'd be bothered to work on a boring chemistry assignment with me. It's stupid." My voice was low and shame bloomed in my chest. Why was asking Patch for help so difficult?

"Nora. Look at me." Rising marginally, I met his gaze. "I love you. Whatever you need, I want to be there for you. I don't care if it's conquering the world or watching paint dry. You work so hard and do everything possible to succeed. Do you realize how much you juggle? Hell, you're training yourself for war and still attending school. Even with your grades dropping there's still time for improvement and they aren't even that low. You really are my hero. My girl."

The shame in my chest was quickly replaced with want and an overwhelming amount of love. I flung myself at him. His reaction proved his shock, but he reciprocated in kind. Our kisses were passionate and in between each moan and whimper he'd whisper compliments.

"Beautiful."

"Passionate."

"Kind."

Just when I thought there was no possible way for me to love him more, he proved me wrong. The kisses turned to caresses and before long I was curled in his arms, sighing.

"Now, ready to get started on chemistry?"
"I think we covered chemistry just now, Patch. You're insatiable."
"Focus, Angel. Get up, chemist."

1 Week Later

"Patch, Patch!" I yelled, throwing the front door open.

"Bedroom!" Papers held high in hand, I proudly presented the red 92 printed at the top of the chemistry essay. Patch beamed, pulling me in for a kiss and whispering against my lips, "I knew you could do it, Wonderwoman."

I shoved him onto the bed and no words were needed for a long time after that.