"Mmmmm.. you smell good", Patrick murmured, pulling Ellen closer into his arms. They were laying in her hotel bed, enjoying the sunshine streaming in from the windows. Last night they had managed to dump their entourage and get to a new hotel, where neither one of them were registered under their real names. It hadn't been easy, but they had done it, and noone knew where they were right now, but best of all today noone would be looking.
Patrick had fabricated something about hanging out with some friends upstate, and Ellen had said she was taking the train to Boston. In reality, they were at the other end of NYC, in a hotel, enjoying some alone time.
"This is soo nice, I love waking up next to you." She said happily. " I like it because it means we get to have morning sex," he whispered in her ear suggestively. "You like any excuse to have sex," she laughed. "Yes I do," he agreed wholeheartedly, while his hands started to wander under the sheets.
Ellen giggled and arched against him. "Don't you want me to brush my teeth first?" "Who says I'm going to kiss you?" he teased her. "Do you want me to brush my teeth first?" he asked a heartbeat later. She looked into his eyes for a second before answering him by pulling him into a long, deep kiss. He got the idea , and pulled her over on top of him, as he flipped onto his back.
He really loved how teeny she was. He had a very hard time getting her out of his mind anymore. She was so feisty, and alive. He loved her laugh, it pulled at his heart every time he heard it, and he loved to be the one who made her laugh. He didn't know how noone knew what was going on between them, but he counted his blessings. He did not want her to be the subject of any gossip.
Not to say he didn't love Jill. He did. She was the mother of his child, she was a strong, independent woman, and very attractive. But something was missing there, that he hadn't even realized until he had met Ellen.
He had never felt that whole starry eyed, heart beat fast, can't catch your breath kind of love before, but Ellen made him feel so alive. They were constantly playing, and teasing each other, joking around and laughing, but then her eyes would flash that look that she had which drove him completely crazy , and the next thing he knew they would be all over each other, and he could never get enough of her.
She had given him that look first, when they were filming once. A Meredith and Derek scene. He had assumed she was acting, but it had made his heart catch just the same, and he hadn't been able to put her out of his mind for days. Literally he had needed to stop himself from grabbing her and kissing her. But he had kissed her, when they had filmed the drunken tequila scene, he hadn't been able to stop himself, and he had been floored when she had kissed him back. They had both realized then that there was something, and had tried to behave themselves. Jill never came to the set of Grey's, but Chris used to come quite a bit. It was easy to be deterred when he was there.
But boy was he glad that they had finally given up on fighting this thing and given in to it. It had been to hard. He couldn't imagine his life without her. Just laying in bed with her slight weight on top of him, kissing her, was enough to let him die a happy man.
He reached up and gripped her narrow hips with his hands, marveling at how huge they seemed against her pelvis. He eased her up, and she lifted herself up to straddle him. They both stopped for a minute, as her body opened up to accommodate him, Patrick needing to take a minute or lose control. She leaned down to kiss him again, and then started to move on top of him. They liked to look into each others eyes when they made love, something that magnified the arousal about 100 times. He had a hard time controlling himself when she was on top of him, looking at him with those eyes, and he could feel her around him, and smell her, and taste her.
He let her be in control, jut biting his lip and bearing it, wanting her to catch up to where he already was so quickly. Ellen wasn't a screamer, she made this throaty little sound , and whimpers sometimes that nearly almost always did him in.
She was getting close, he could tell by the way she was tightening up around him, and he held onto her hips and moved her up and down some to help her out. His thumb found it's way around to her clit, and he watched as her pupils dilated and she started to lose control. It was amazing to stare into each others eyes as you were exploding into a thousand pieces. That was enough for him, and pushed him over the edge, which intensified everything for her. They both collapsed a few minutes later, spent and satiated.
"That's better than shopping," she joked a few minutes later when she could breathe again.
"Better than race car driving maybe," he quipped back. "Should we stay here all day, or do we want to get out of bed at all?"
"Hmmm.. " she pretended to ponder. "Maybe eat a little, shower, and then get back in bed?"
"Deal." He agreed, pulling her close to him to snuggle, neither one of them making a move to get up.