A/N: Hello, back again!
Hope you have been enjoying the story so far, this one took me a while to write, haven't written a chapter like this before, you might be able to guess which part I mean... Oh yeah this chapter is M rated - You've been warned!
Thanks once again to reviewers they are great and i love them :)
Here's chapter 7 for ya'll...
Chapter 7
Teresa was finally dropped home by John at around 4PM the next day. John left her saying he would be home around 8PM and to come to his any time after that, she wasn't sure she wanted to but guessed she probably would have to in the end right?
Opening the front door she immediately realised how quiet it was, usually her brothers were in at this time arguing or annoying each other. She began to worry, what if something happened while she was away and she wasn't there to stop it.
"Boys?" She shouted, dropping her bag by the door as she ran up the stairs. Reaching the room 2 of her brothers shared, she saw that most of their belongings were still there; there beds had been left from when they had got up; duvets thrown across them. She moved further into the room noticing their drawers and wardrobes were open and empty of any clothes that used to live there.
"Tommy?" She began to panic, wondering where they had gone, if they had run away or if anyone knew where they were. She reached Tommy's room, noticing the same thing in his room, all his clothes were gone. Her breathing began to grow erratic with fear, as she stood there trying to think of all the possibilities when she heard a bitter chuckle come from behind her.
"You didn't really think they would take you with them to did you?" Teresa turned around looking up to see her father grinning down at her, wobbling on his feet slightly. Teresa frowned up at him, what was he talking about? Who took her brothers?
"What?" She asked him trying to make sense of what was happening, her voice coming out as a slight whisper.
"Your grandparents took your brother's back to Chicago with them. Apparently I'm not fit to be a father." He laughed humourlessly to himself clearly replaying the moment in his mind that they told him that. Teresa placed her hand on her forehead trying to come to terms with everything; she loved her brother's more than anything and now there was a chance she would never see them again, that broke heart into pieces.
"Oh and they said you weren't welcome there. Just thought you should know." She looked up at him once again, seeing him enjoying her distress with the situation and the pain it was causing. She took a deep shuddering breath trying to calm herself down, not wanting to show her vulnerability to her father. She knew her grandparents blamed her for what happened, she rarely saw them, but when she did they never really spoke to her, always doting over her brothers instead.
"I need some air" She said starting for the stairs, brushing past her father where she could smell the alcohol stench she always seemed to associate with him now. He used to be a great person and wonderful father and then he change and all the love they had vanished. Before heading outside, she ran to her room grabbing her phone which was charging beside her bed, exactly where she left it before she went.
"Take all the time in the world honey" Her father shouted down the stairs at her with a mocking tone, his arms flailing in the air for emphasis. She stopped with her hand on the door thinking of what to do, without her brothers there she felt as if she had no one, of course she had John, but was he really there for her? She thought about it for a second and realised there was one place she could go, opened the door stepped outside and slammed it with an echoing bang; she always found doing things like that an anger relief.
Patrick sat lying on his sofa watching a movie, he had been home a couple of hours now and it was beginning to get dark outside due to it being the winter season. He wasn't really watching the TV, too lost in his thoughts. He'd had numerous messages on his phone from the one and only Kristina asking what was going on? Why hadn't he rung her? Were they going to see each other soon?
He thought he had been clear to her before that they were indeed over, he wasn't going to call her and he probably wouldn't ever see her again. She was never anything serious to him, he had to admit it was just a bit of fun between them, nothing serious, but she became very clingy and seemed to think it was more than he did. That was when he decided he needed to end things before it went too far.
Getting up from the sofa he made his way into the kitchen where he got himself out a cup, filled up the kettle and turned it on to boil. As he walked back to sit on the sofa he heard a small knock on his door. Frowning to himself he wondered who it would be, he couldn't think of anyone wanting to see him right now. Opening the door he found Teresa stood on the other side shivering and drenched.
"Reese" He smiled at her, still a little shocked that she was standing there, but couldn't help the warm feeling that spread his being at seeing her.
"Hey" Her response coming out quiet because of her shivering, her hands were holding the opposite upper arms in attempt to warm herself.
"Come on in" He opened the door further inviting her, her warm vanilla scent hit him as she passed making hum contently. She went in stopping just past him, feeling the heat of his home warming her a little, the droplets of water falling from her hair making her shiver involuntarily.
"Would you like a blanket or something?" He offered looking over her shivering form.
"No, I'll be OK" She nodded to him.
"Would you like some tea? Might warm you up a bit" He asked walking past her in to the kitchen, still concerned about her current state.
"Tea would be great" She followed him in and sat on one of the stools under the island that was in the centre of his kitchen, taking off her wet through jacket placing it over the back of the stool.
He sat down opposite her placing the tea in front of her whilst keeping one in his hand. He looked at her properly, her eyes looked red, her skin pale and her hair dripping from how wet it was. Sadness was written all over her features and it pained him to see, it gave him hope however that she seemed to have chosen to come to him to cheer her up or help her out.
"So…What's going on?"
"My brothers are gone" She choked out, making him frown a little. Firstly he didn't know that she had brothers, and also before he had to force it out of her, but now she just came right out with it. This concerned him a lot, he wanted to know exactly what had happened.
Placing his hand over her one that rested on the table, he stroked his thumb over her skin, attempting to warm and sooth her. If he could take the pained look from her eyes, he would do whatever it took. "What's happened?"
"My uh grandparents picked them up when we were away" She snivelled, looking down at her tea spinning it round with her hands, before continuing.
"They live in Chicago and they took my brother's with them, said that my father can't take care of them" She was trying to bite back the tears but failed as a stray one silently slid down her face. Patrick lifted his hand and with the pad of his thumb softly wiped it away, she smiled up at him thankfully her cheeks heating up a little.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know that you had brothers" He offered, squeezing her hand comfortingly.
"Have you spoke to them at all since you've been back?"
"I tried calling them on the way here, but it went to answer phone every time." She admitted shamefully, she hated the thought of her brothers ignoring her calls. She wanted to speak to them. She needed to speak to them.
"There could be many reasons why they aren't answering" Trying to make her see a positive in the situation, he however thought to himself that, that was an unlikely situation.
"Don't pity me. I know them and I know they're ignoring me" She said shaking her head, slightly laughing at his attempt to make her believe otherwise.
"What about your grandparents? Have you tried calling them?" He tried a different route now, anything to try and cheer her up. It didn't have the effect he was hoping for however when she seemed to grasp his hand back and bite her lip nervously.
"They…they resent me. They wouldn't want to speak to me. I'm never gonna see them again" She answered looking up at him, her eyes filling with tears that she didn't want to fall. Seeing this from across the table Patrick got up, not letting go of her hand and moved round to stand next to her, his other hand guiding her round to face him.
"Hey, this will be OK. I promise you" He said, looking intently into her eyes as the tears began to fall. He repeated his earlier action of wiping the tear away. As she looked back into his eyes, he could see a spark of hope in them that warmed his heart when thinking she believed him.
"You can't promise that" She replied whilst shaking her head chuckling slightly at his confidence.
"I can, and I will" He smiled at her, a smile warmed her insides and made her want to forget about this whole situation.
"You are too confident for your own good"
"I have just the right amount of confidence thank you" He replied cheekily to her making her smile once again.
"Thank you" She said suddenly, making him stand straight realising he was standing between her legs.
"For what?" He asked her curiously, wondering what she had to thank him for.
"For this, for being her for me" She smiled warmly at him, he could see the warmth seeping into her eyes, mixed with many other emotions.
"I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else" He replied in a quiet, hushed voice, seeing her edge forward a little. She brought her hand up to the back of his neck, he stood there looking into her eyes deeply, she was looking back equally intent.
She slowly brought his head down to hers before their lips melted together in slow yet tender kiss. Sliding his tongue across her bottom lip, she gladly opened her mouth granting him access, where both tongues slid together passionately. He slid his arm round her back, pulling her impossibly closer to him.
Pulling back, Teresa rested forehead on his, panting from the lack of oxygen and the adrenalin pumping through her veins. She pulled back looked into his eyes for a second, not seeing his usual blue-green irises, but the blacks of his dilated pupils.
"Bedroom?" She muttered confidently to him, still a little out of breath after the long kiss they'd shared, she'd never felt a stronger feeling with someone than right now.
Bringing his hand from around her back to cup her cheek; he stroked her cheek bone affectionately. "You sure?" He asked, wanting to be totally sure this was exactly what she wanted, knowing if they went any further he doubted he could stop himself.
"Positive" She replied in that same confident tone. She wanted to forget right now, but she also wanted him too. She brought his head down for another kiss, fuelled with passion and lust, making him groan with delight. He moved his hands around to her back and under her bottom, where he pulled her toward him and picked her up, her legs gladly went to either side of his waist.
Moving towards his room still in a passionate embrace, he felt one of her hands leave its place round his neck and begin to unbutton his blue button down, not leaving his mouth for a second. Having unbuttoned the shirt fully she slowly slid her hands from his shoulders and rested them on his chest, feeling the toned muscles there.
Reaching his room he gently placed her on the bed and climbed over her, bending his arms to hold himself above her. He gave her sweet but short kiss on the lips, whilst trailing his arms down her sides to find the hem of her shirt. He slowly pulled the shirt up over her head and threw it off to the side, not caring where it landed.
Teresa pushed his shirt from his shoulders off of his arms as he kissed her neck making her moan in anticipation. He slowly kissed down her body, lightly nipping and sucking making her body arch with pleasure. Once he'd reaching her hips where her jeans sat, he unbuttoned and unzipped them, gradually peeling them off her legs and threw them to the side too, grinning appreciatively down at her beautiful form, making her smile shyly, feeling self-conscious under the intensity of his gaze.
He lye himself over her again, pushing his hips between her legs, lips finding hers again this time more urgent, willing himself to slow down. He didn't want her thinking he was anything like John, in it just for the release. He wanted to give her what she deserves and show her how much he wanted her.
Patrick could feel her delicate hands slide from his chest down the button on his shorts where she quickly popped the button open. Breaking away from the kiss she looked up at him biting her lip seductively, as her slowly started pushing down his shorts, where he then took over taking both his short and boxers off leaving him naked over her.
She gasped at the feeling of his hardness against her stomach as he looked down at her. When she caught his eyes, she brought a hand up to his cheek stroking it fondly. Patrick pulled her up a little to unclasp her bra and rid her of the garment. He looked down at her and slowly dropped his head to kiss her full of the passion and longing he held for her. He moved his hand down her body, snaking it into her panties, swallowing her moans as stroked the bundle of nerves that lye there.
After feeling how ready she was for him he slid her panties down her legs and off her being, leaving her stark naked beneath him. Lying on his forearms above her, he stroked her hair back from her face and kissed her forehead tenderly before looking into her eyes, asking her silently if this was what she wanted; the smile she gave him back told him exactly what he wanted.
He slowly slid into her, taking her bit by bit, gradually filling her completely making her moan contently. Patrick still conscious of hurting her started a gentle, deep rhythm, drawing a whimper from her as she arched her back. He took the chance to kiss her neck sweetly adding to her pleasure.
After a few of his thrusts Teresa became used to his size and realised he was holding back for her, she didn't want him to do that for her, she wanted him to be in this as much as she was and she wanted to feel him properly. She pulled his head up from her neck and kissed him hard, slipping her tongue into his mouth, she heard him moan. Pulling back a little she whispered "Harder" against his lips.
Complying happily he sped up his thrusts, she moved her hand gripping the top of his arms as she felt the coil in her stomach tightening with pleasure, feeling herself getting closer. Patrick above her looked down feeling her getting closer to releasing, feeling he too wasn't far away, made his strokes quicker, deeper wanting to give her the most pleasure he could.
"Patrick" She whimpered as she stilled in his arms, a feeling overtook her body making her shudder with delight, moaning as Patrick still moved inside her, his head buried into her neck. Not long after she heard a groan coming from him, as he placed a kiss to her neck and cheek.
Patrick hadn't felt a release like it before; all much emotion behind it made it that much better. He felt her kiss under his chin, herpulled his head up to look her in the eye, finding her looking straight back at him a slight smile graced her lips as she brought her hand up the back of his neck to stroke the curls that lye there.
He pulled out of her and rolled over pulling her with him. From his side she moved up and rested her head on his chest, wanting to feel him there, be close to him.
"You OK?" He asked still worrying about her, now he had her close he never wanted to let her go.
"More than OK" She smiled up at him, pushed off his chest and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips before laying her head back on to his chest, his arms enveloped her in a warm embrace, feeling his strong heartbeat beneath her, which seemed to lull her into a sleep happier than she'd been in years.
A/N: Well what do you think? Hope it wasn't terrible :S Ha
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