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Chapter 12

I don't like this, i don't like this.

"So we're all in agreement." said Lance after a long discussion we'd all had.

"We'll come back tomorrow." agreed Patch, even though he was visibly reluctant, i held his hand and squeezed.

I tiptoed up to kiss his cheek and whispered, "I hate this so much as well." He squeezed my hand back.

We made it safely back to my house, but i don't think any of us felt exactly safe in it. Besides Lance. He didn't seem to care one way or the other. I made a mental note to ask him about Scott.

A brush of skin on the back of my neck broke my thoughts. "Hey, you alright?" Patch whispered in my right ear. I shivered from where i stood staring at a family portrait of my mom, myself and my dad. The guy who had actually raised me. Not that slime ball Hank.

"Yeah," i muttered, turning to show a smile. It was weak, i had to admit, but i wasn't exactly up to 100 watt smiles right now.

He grabbed my hand and started leading me away. I tried to resist but he was really tempting. He led me up stairs, into my bedroom. My thought's kept on turning dark as i pictured what might be happening to mom right now. Torture? Or would they just wait for me?

Patch could see my mind wandering as i hovered inside the door. He patted the space next to him on the bed and i accepted, but not entirely there. Looking at me stare at the door, he sighed. I couldn't help spacing out. He grabbed my face and turned it, planting his lips on mine. I had to admit, that caught my attention. At first i was stiff, but soon i relaxed into his embrace, as his hands let go of my face and wrapped them around me like he was frightened to let me go. I returned to gesture and sank into his soft touch. We fell back onto the bed and things turned heated. I didn't care that the bedroom door was open for all the world to see. Right now, all i cared about was sharing a special moment with Patch. My lover. My everything.

Suddenly the world turned multicoloured as i imagined life where there was no pain. No sorrow. Only light. And only love.

The kiss deepened and turned almost desperate. I lay on top of him, enjoying the taste and feel of him. I didn't know how far i could really go with an angel.

Without realising, Patch broke the kiss and looked at me almost radiating love. Then his brows furrowed with concern as he took in my obviously confused expression.

"Why'd you stop?" i said breathlessly.

He smiled sadly, "Well, forgive me if i'm not completely educated, but i'm not sure we should be doing this."

I climbed off of him, bringing my knees up to hug them. He sat up and reached over to me, i flinched. "Hey, hey." he said gently brushing my hair away from my eyes. "What's wrong? Did i do something wrong?" Poor Patch. He really was concerned.

"Am i not good enough or something?"i said with a slight whine. I couldn't help it, i was upset.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Of course you're good enough. Oh, Nora. I love you like crazy, but you can't just do these things in the state your in."

"What, Maine?" I tried to joke. Grinning, I lifted my head properly to look at him. He seemed sincere enough. "So we could, you know, sometime?"

I blushed with the direction the subject was heading but at the same time, i wanted him. Every part of him.

He seemed to look everywhere but me for a second and then his eyes met mine – bright and pure – and i knew he wanted me too.

When he didn't say anything, i added, "Can angels even have sex?" I clapped a hand over my mouth with a giggle. Had i really just said that?

He smiled and a little laugh at the back of his throat escaped. "Well, i think so. Never really had to think about it."

My eyes widened with realisation, "You mean to say you've slept with other girls?"

He grimaced a little at my tone but nodded all the same. Okay, i thought to myself, I could live with that.

"I want to." i said in such a small voice i wasn't even sure he'd heard me. He lowered his head to me and said, "You sure?"

"Of course i'm sure. I've never been so sure." My eyes welled up.

He seemed almost lost for words. "Right, well."

"Patch, what's going to happen?" That seemed to catch him off guard for a moment.

"About what?"

"My mom, of course." My voice rose higher.

He wrapped his arms around me and i felt the comfort even though i wasn't as close to him as i wanted. "Nora, we will save her." he said, an attempt at reassuring me.

I laughed even though there was really nothing funny about it, "You say that like we're super heros."

He squeezed gently, kissing my temple. "We are." I turned my head and cocked an eyebrow in amusement, "Patch."

A light chuckle seemed to bob his adams apple. "Okay okay. Do you wanna be wonder woman or shall i?"

I pushed him away in mock offence, he let go of me for a second til i pulled him near, my smile fading into lust and kissed him hard. He didn't quite surrender, but didn't push away either, so i took that for a good sign. After all, he hadn't said no the first time.

I felt myself melt into him as he responded and the kiss intensified. I lay back on the bed, Patch joining me. I felt his hands roam my waist and up my tshirt to the back of my bra. I tried to urge him further. To unhook it... to just roam free, but he pulled back, leaving my breathing ragged and my cheeks clearly red.

"Look, it's not that i don't want to," he said, red faced also, and a look of struggle to resist. "Because believe me, i do. I just don't think we should rush into it just because you're clearly feeling sad and wanting comfort." i tried not to feel my heart breaking into a million pieces, but too late, it had.

His face fell as i brought my knees up and stared out the window, away from him. I knew, deep down, i was being immature. I was acting like a child and it wasn't fair on him, but all i wanted was to be close to him. To feel his very being inside and out.

"Nora, sweetheart," his tone made me look briefly in his direction, his face softened and he moved to sit beside me. He attempted to take my hand, but i shrugged him off. "I love you." i rolled my eyes dramatically. He sighed, "Okay, so you know that, but can you please just look at me?" Reluctantly i did. He looked pleadingly at me. "Do you know how hard it is to resist you? You make this so damned difficult, it's unreal." i held in the urge to smirk. My face remained impassive. "But, unless you're thinking straight about this decision, which," he took in my look of argument and smiled, "i really don't think you are. As much as you think you are." I tried to look away but he grabbed my chin and gently pulled my face to his, "i promise, though. When we've brought your mom back, and everything's back to normal, i will reconsider." his lips inched into a crooked smile and i gave in. i smiled back. He held a finger to my nose, "but until then, you're going to have to rein your teenage hormones in."

My shoulders slumped and i got off the bed. He frowned but i didn't answer until i was opening the door, "okay then, let's go get my mom back." He rolled his eyes and shook his head, "We can't until we have a strategy. You know that as well as me."

"So we go downstairs and make one. You think i want to wait around while my mom is sitting there, probably terrified and hungry and wishing death would swallow her up? No. So, come on." i went to him and grabbed his hands, dragging him out of the room.