Hey everybody :) I'm really sorry about the wait, I've been on holiday for two weeks so, obviously, couldn't write anything but whilst I was gone I got tons of new ideas! So look out for loads of chapters for this fanfic coming up soon and new chapters in my other two (if you read them) and maybe even a completely new story. How exciting!:D Anyways, I know this is quite short but I hope you enjoy xxx
I dumped my suitcase on my bed, back in my familiar NYC apartment, and stared out of the window, the cityscape silhoutted against the reddening evening sky. Sighing, I ran a hand through my mussed up, just-woke-up-from-sleeping-on-a-plane type hair. No matter how much I missed my beautiful honeymoon, it was damn good to be home. I threw open the window and lent on the sil, breathing in the city smells which mainly consisted of petrol fumes and warm baguettes coming from the bakery just across the street from our apartment building.
All of a sudden, I felt two warm, familar arms curl aroud my waist and Patch's chin was resting in the hollow of my neck, his hair tickling the edge of my ear. "Welcome home Mrs Cipriano." He mumbled, a warm stream of his breath dancing down my neck and making me shiver with excitement. My smile widened and I sighed happily, relaxing into my husbands warm embrace. Tilting my head to the side so I could rest it on top of his, I closed my eyes and let the warm evening breeze caress my cheeks.
"You know, on a nice evening, New York can actually look pretty." He whispered. I rolled my eyes, "it's the most beautiful city I've ever seen, the only time it's not pretty is when it's misty and grey. Then it just looks like any other city." I argued. He kissed my cheek. "Fair play." He muttered, smiling slightly. We both turned back to the window, quietly watching the city go by below us.
We remained in silence for, I don't know how long; it could have been minutes, hours, days but all I knew, was that I coulld easily stay like that forever. Out of nowhere, Patch broke the silence; "So." He began, his voice chirpy and excited yet soft and sleepy at the same time, "What's next on the agenda, we've done moving in together, marriage..." his voice trailed off in a jokey tone. I giggled in response.
"Family life I guess." I shrugged and chuckled to myself, finally opening my eyes so that I could look down at Patch's head, only to see his face turned towards mine, staring up at me intently. "Seriously?" He asked. I shook my head, then nodded, then shrugged. "I don't know..." I sighed. Patch bit down on his lip and looked away from me. I stroked his hair, "shall we not talk about this right now?" I suggested, looking back towards the window and noticing that it was a lot darker outside than it was the last time I looked.
Smiling again, he turned his head back up towards mine. "Right." He agreed, then suddenly his lips were at my neck. "Besides..." he muttered, as he softly bit down into my skin, "I want to give my wife a proper welcome home..." he whispered. I tilted my head back and let him dot kisses up and down my neck. His hands caressed my hips, and worked their way beneath my t-shirt; travelling upwards so that they could cup my breasts. "Mmm..." I sighed, then before I could count to three, Patch gathered me up in his arms and carried me away from the window and over to the bed. I laughed and struggled against his grip, "Patch no!" I protested, laughing when he dropped me on the bed and started tickling my stomach.
I batted his hands away and he stopped tickling, both eyebrows raised. "What? Why?" He moaned, pouting. "You seemed like you were really getting in the mood about five seconds ago." Sitting up, I kissed him softly, making sure my lips wiped the pout right off his face. "I am in the mood but we've just been travelling for hours and I look, feel and smell gross." I explained. His eyebrows furrowed together now, angrily. "You may feel it but you could never look or smell gross. Ever." He growled. I hooked my arms around his neck and batted my eyelashes, "well..." I began, "maybe we could...share a shower?" I offered. "I would definitely be up for anything if that were the case."
Eyes sparkling, Patch licked his lips. I was getting the hang of convincing him pretty quickly. "I'm sure that could be arranged." He declared, already peeling off his shirt then, without wasting any time, began working on mine. I gazed in wander at his toned chest and stomach as I always did but, without warning, he pulled me up of the bed and attached his mouth to mine; distracting me from his beautiful body.
We stood at the foot of the bed for a few minutes, just letting our lips and hands wander over each other's skin. It was only when Patch's fingers found their way beneath my bra, that I realized I was actually shirtless. The tips of his fingers rubbed urgently against my nipples, and they peaked on command. I ran my hands across Patch's chest and felt that his nipples were about as hard as mine. I bit down on his lip and let my hands walk upwards to grip onto his hair. He moaned and moved his arms down so he could grip tightly around my waist.
We walked towards the ensuite, Patch pushing me backwards the entire way with out letting our kiss break. I could feel my cheeks flushing furiously as he ran his hands over more bare skin that was gradually appearing beneath the rapidly dissapearing clothes. When all that was left to go was my panties, he slipped his hand beneath the material, before removing them, and pushed the tip of his finger into my centre to test how wet I was. Gasping at the contact, I gripped onto his body tighter.
He grinned against my lips and chuckled darkly in satisfaction before whipping off my panties. I gently rubbed the bulge in his boxers with my palm and he moaned happily, bucking his hips slightly so that his entire cock was in my hand. I needed him right now. More than ever. I hungrily tugged his underwear down his legs where he swiftly stepped out and kicked them to the other side of the room before nudging the bathroom door shut with his foot and carrying me into the shower.
I gently eased my self out from under neath the bed covers and padded to the kitchen. Stifling a yawn, I tugged my fingers through my hair that was sticking up in large clumps from being slept on whilst wet. It was still slightly damp. Forcing my eyes fully open, I wiped away all the sleep dust that had gathered in the corners.
My gaze wandered over to the microwave. The time on it read; 5.57am. Groaning inwardly, I slumped on a stool and draped my self over the breakfast bar. It was way too early but my body clock had woken me up for good reason. I needed to take my morning-after pill. I forced my self up to a standing position and tip toed over to the medicine cupboard where my pills were sitting in their little pack of 2.
Throwing them onto the breakfast bar, I walked over to the sink and poured my self a small glass of water, only letting the tap trickle so as not to wake Patch. I sat down at my stool again and groggily popped both of the little pills out of the packet and placed them in my hand. I raised them to my lips, and opened mouth; ready to throw them in and wash them down quickly, as I normal would have down. But something stopped me.
My hand hovered in front of my face for several moments where all I did was stare at them and think. Think about how much I wanted not to take them. About how much I wanted to throw them in the trash and prove to Patch that I could do this. That there was nothing to be afraid of. That family life could be next on the agenda without joking about it.
My fingers closed over the pills in a fist and I stood up. Grabbing the glass of water, I threw it's contents down the sink and with one more glance at my hand, chucked the pills along behind it. They followed the trail of the water before getting sucked down the plughole and dissapearing for ever.
I know that was quite short but I hope you liked it any way! Tell me what you think about Nora's devious little plan. ;)
Gaby xxxx
