Nora's world was half spinning considering the chloroform was just barely going away. A strange sensation crossed over her; her arms couldn't move. Nora panicked as she dragged her eyes open, at first she figured she'd find herself back in the cage from before but instead she was laying on the most luxurious and delicious fabric that caressed her skin. Satin… no silk sheets. She thought happily. Nora smiled and closed her eyes hoping to go right back to sleep but her eyes flew open what am I doing!? I'm in some weird bed and I can't move my arms!
Quickly Nora looked down to find herself fully clothed. She took a gentle sigh of relief. At least those are still on. A warm feeling spread over her finger tips and then her fingers twitched. It must've been a side effect from the chloroform. Slowly Nora was able to move her limbs; she sat up and rubbed her head "Now to figure out where I am."
The room was dark but through the shadows she can see a sleek and contemporary design for the room. Nora thought long and hard about whose room this belongs to but the only thing that came to her mind was a pedophile with good taste. The door slowly creaked open as she peaked her head into the living room which had basically the same design as the bedroom.
In the kitchen she could smell something absolutely delicious being made. Slowly she slunk into the living room and peaked her head into the kitchen to see nobody there. "What the-"
"Morning sleeping beauty," Nora swung around to see Patch leaning against the hallway wall. Her body went slack as he gave her a heart wrenching (and totally sexy) smile. "Slept well Angel?"
Nora felt her face burn and fall into a bright shade of crimson "I'm in love with your bed, satin sheets?"
Patch smiled and pushed himself off the wall giving his black hair a small bounce off his neck "Silk." He replied behind a seductive smile "and for the record I love it when you're in my bed better."
Her face burned some more "what happened anyway how did I get here."
His face dropped into a frown "Dante is what happened. He somehow tracked you down and Scott,"
"Oh my god Scott!" she covered her mouth remembering that Hank wanted nothing more than to kill Scott.
"Don't worry he's fine." Patch reassured "Dante ran like the little bitch he is. I got Scott somewhere safe after I took you here. He's fine just worried about you, likewise I made sure whatever Dante tracked you down with is long gone."
"That's good to hear Patch," Nora walked to the kitchen and picked up the worn blue baseball cap that sat on the counter "Yours?" she held it out to him. When Patch didn't say anything she put it on and sat on the counter folding one leg over the other "So tell me how did you know about Dante?"
Patch walked over to her and rested his hands at her waist "do we really have to talk about that now, I just want to enjoy you being back. I missed you Nora, and I promise I won't let anything ever take you away again." His voice seemed to drop to a whisper and yet Nora could feel his breath crawl across her lips.
Her eyes spotted a thin silver chain hanging in the inside of his black shirt. Nora smiled and slipped her fingers inside his collar and tugged out the chain to see the ring from before hanging off the end of it "you still have that ring?" she asked pulling the chain and him closer.
"Only because it was the last thing I had to remember of the old Nora." Patch tried to smile but Nora kept seeing the pain and sleepless nights in his eyes and his expression.
Nora pulled him so close their lips were practically brushing together "she's back."
Patch wrapped his fingers inside the waistband of her jeans and tugged her waist closer "and I'm never letting her go again."
Their lips met and Nora closed her eyes as the heat and passion of his kiss burst across her mouth and her senses. Nora wrapped her finger tips inside the chain and tugged him closer. Patch rested his thighs against the kitchen counter as Nora wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her chest against his. Patch pressed his lips harder against hers.
Her hands seemed to tremble a little as he slammed her back to the kitchen counter. Nora let go of his chain and grasped onto the back of his shirt for dear life as he kissed her harder. Patch climbed onto the kitchen counter with one leg to each side of Nora as she tugged off his shirt letting her hands curl around his neck.
The pinkie of her finger just delicately brushed his left wing scar. Patch pulled away and sucked in his breath. "I'm sorry." She squeaked.
"It's alright," his voice was hoarse and he was out of breath. Patch smiled and flicked the bill of his hat sending it to fall off her scalp and hit the kitchen floor "It would be better you keep that off." He said seductively.
Nora giggled as he tugged harder on the waistband of her pants. "Stop talking." She whispered pulling back into a heavy kiss. Nora could barely contain her joy as she ran her fingers through his mess of black hair. Patch rolled his fingers around the inside of her shirt as he just barely pulled back.
"Are you sure?" he asked gently.
She but down on his bottom lip "I said shut up." She mumbled pulling him closer.
Patch pushed her down harder on the counter and kissed her neck. Nora's hands fell down the back of his head and landed on the top of his right wing scar. The world around her jolted and Nora was transported into a place Patch has only told her about.
His memories.