Hi guys. I know I haven't updated in awhile, I know, but I was struck with inspiration to start another RDR2 fanfic, this time involving time travel, so there's that. Anyway, review, fav, follow, and thanks for your patience!This chapter is rated M for mature content.

Chapter 51: Patrick and Adair

The group of monster slayers decided to head back into town and celebrate their kill at the local pub. Some people had realized who they were on account of Brian and James being with them and the boys were not only allowed in, but were given free food. The customers bought the group a few rounds of scotch and the married couple and Adair accepted them graciously. Instead of getting drunk off their asses, though, they retired early for the evening and staggered their way to the room where The Morrigan had been waiting patiently with the baby. Lilly grabbed Aoífe and gave her kisses all over her face and the child giggled hysterically. Adair watched from the doorway with a smile as Arthur joined in before kissing his wife happily as they held their daughter. Adair was certainly happy for them, no doubt about it.

"Hey, when are you gonna go let Patrick know we got Aoífe back?" Arthur asked Adair.

Adair sighed. "I suppose I could go now and meet up with you later."

"Why don't you do that?" Lilly smiled mischievously. "Maybe uh...take your time comin' back?"

Adair got the hint and smiled. "I might just do that."


Patrick was asleep in his hotel room he heard a knock on his door. He jolted out of bed and grabbed his robe. "Coming! Hold on!" he shouted. "Dammit, don't these werewolves ever take a day off?" he muttered to himself, having kept himself busy day and night over the attacks all throughout Scotland.

While expecting Mr. Bradley or one of his messengers at the door with more news of attacks and therefore another request of his men or his money, he was surprised to see Adair at the door when he opened it. She was smiling at him like she was a cat who caught the canary. "Hello, Patrick," she said.

Patrick blinked at her in shock. "Adair. What are ya doing here?"

"I'm here to let you know we got Aoífe back."

Patrick put a hand to his heart and leaned on the door frame with a relieved smile. "Oh thank God..."

"No. Thank my mother and I."

Patrick chuckled. "Right, sorry. Thank ya and yer mother."

"Also, the Nuckelavee was defeated this night."

"Oh good. How'd that go?"

"Splendidly."

"Ah, good." Patrick suddenly remembered his manners and backed up. "Oh, uh, come in?"

Adair walked in with her hands behind her back and turned around to look at him. "I'm sorry if I woke you up."

"No, that's alright. I'm glad fer the good news. So, yer here just to tell me about Aoífe and the Nuckelavee?" Patrick asked sadly.

Adair smirked and prowled up to Patrick. "No. I've uh...earned some time off."

Patrick smiled down at her and wrapped her up in his arms. "Oh really?"

"Uh huh."

"Good." Patrick pulled her closer and kissed her tenderly. "I've been craving ya, me goddess."

Adair put her arms lazily around Patrick's neck and kissed him. "And I've been craving for my mortal."

Patrick chuckled as he kissed her again. He lifted her up in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they kept kissing. He brought Adair over to the bed and laid her down on it, hovering over her and removing his night robe. They kept kissing and removing fabrics from one another until they were both completely naked. In the heat of the moment, Patrick no longer cared about taking things slow. He wanted this woman badly, so he spread her legs open and stared down at her naked form.

"I'm going to worship every inch of you, Adair," he whispered into her ear as bent down to kiss her jawline.

"Mmhmmhmm, how fitting," she giggled as she trembled beneath him.

Patrick kissed her neck, tracing his fingertips along her nipples. He felt Adair's throat rumble against his mouth and he smirked at the feeling and sound. He tasted the sweet saltiness of her skin as he traveled downwards. With his tongue, he flicked one of her nipples and her hips bucked against him. He suckled on it gently at first, then he bit it and the goddess yelped, making him chuckle with satisfaction. Patrick went lower to her navel, placing soft, gentle, barely registered kisses on her abdomen. He heard her moan out and he had to admit, it was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. He was going to strive to make her continue with the noises that made his heart skip a beat and his loins twitch. Patrick climbed down between her legs and nibbled tenderly at her thighs, a low growl erupting from Adair's mouth. Oh, how he loved to tease her. His nose prodded her slit just barely and Adair's legs opened more than before. A tongue flicked out against her labia and another soft moan escaped the goddess. Finally, Patrick spread her womanhood open and kissed her. As soon as he tasted her, a low moan reverberated through his throat.

"Ya taste absolutely amazing," Patrick muttered gruffly. "I could eat yer cunt all night and day, Adair." Adair shivered under his touch and he chuckled once more with self-appreciation. Patrick then licked her clit and put it in his mouth, flicking his tongue along her crevices. He felt her hand go into his hair and grip savagely, almost as if she was guiding his head. The small noises erupting from his lover drove him to increase his roughness, and soon he pressed a fingertip to her opening. "Tell me what you want, Adair," he said, his lips vibrating against her skin.

"Put it in me. I want it in," she moaned. Patrick did just that and her hips arched up again. He played with her insides, curling his finger up and kneading her special spot. He looked up to see her back arching as well as her head, the moans still coming out of her as if involuntarily, which he assumed they were. The power trip he was getting from pleasing an immortal was pure ecstacy. He dug his face deeper into her and inserted a second finger, feeling her insides pulse already with want. Suddenly she lifted him and pulled him up. He'd forgotten for the moment how strong Adair actually was. "I need you now, Patrick. Please."

Patrick, unable to resist her doe eyed look, the need in her eyes, obliged. Without looking away, he pushed himself inside of her and she gasped in pleasure. His forehead dropped to her chest at the feeling of being in her. It was wonderful. Patrick grabbed her ass with one hand and rested his other hand on the bed beside her to balance himself. He pushed in further, eliciting another gasp from Adair. He pulled out slowly, then he thrust into her again, making her moan his name. He put himself at a leisurely pace at first, but after awhile, from the urging of the hips that he was grinding into, he went faster and harder. Patrick raised his head to look at the goddess beneath him. She was beautiful. Absolutely stunning, with the way her lips were parted, and how her almond shaped eyes showed the pleasure she was feeling. Pretty soon, his pace was ravenous; hungry to a point where he couldn't get enough of her. He lifted her up as he sat on his knees, letting her straddle him so she could take the lead, and boy did she ever. His eyes almost rolled back as she ground against him, twitching her muscles around him. Was she purposefully doing it? He wasn't sure but he lacked the need to care too much about it.

It was when she came undone, screaming his name, that he felt like he'd lose his mind if he couldn't fuck her as hard as he could muster. Patrick kissed her hungrily before turning her around and slamming himself into her from behind. He bent over her back slightly, his legs spread apart at the knees as he grasped her hips to pull back on them while he thrust into her. One of his hands, as if it had a mind if his own, tangled itself into Adair's red locks and he yanked her head back. Soon he felt her womanhood clench around him again and that's when he himself came undone with a few violent thrusts. He let go of her hair and, with heavy breaths, slowly laid himself down next to her. He smiled at her as he felt completely content, like a kitten full on its mother's milk. She smiled back at him, breathing just as heavily.

"That was...very much worth...the wait," she uttered softly between breaths, laying down on her side to look at him.

Patrick scooted closer and wrapped her up in his embrace, kissing her forehead. "Yes, it was."