Where am I?

Nora opened her eyes to find herself falling headfirst into the dark abyss of a sapphire ocean. Bubbles rushed past her as she kept her eyes to the dimming light that shone above her head. Around her ribbons of memories were swirling like reels of movies that sped on endless repeat.

She blinked; bubbles escaping her eyelashes, Nora couldn't even tell if it was her tears or air. Is this what it's like to be dead? She thought, her thoughts reverberated through the water as if they were the plucked strings of a violin or piano. The memories slowed enough for her to see a boy with raven hair and obsidian eyes.

Who… she saw that beautiful boy teaching her to play pool, holding her hand, even kissing her. He seemed so important so why couldn't she remember who he was?

Nora slowly closed her eyes, who even am I?

The water rippled around her as she was sucked into the dark depths. The ribbons of memory films faded into the darkness as the ends flapped away into the swallowed light. She lay across the water, her hands at her side. Her hair gently stroked the sides of her face as she was consumed by darkness. "Nora…" a voice said.

Slowly she opened her eyes, I know that voice.

"Nora…" the voice repeated.

A small black feather fell into the ocean and swirled its' way to her. Nora outstretched her hands and caught it in her palms. A smile curled on her lips as she pressed the feather against her chest. That's right… he is waiting for me.

She closed her eyes and smiled as she felt the sun break through the darkness and shine against her face.

Isn't that right Patch?

Nora shifted over to the side, the feel of silken sheets rustling against her skin. Her eyes sleepily opened, her vision struggled to focus as she sat up and yawned. Nora rubbed her eyes and watched the blurry room come back into focus.

Patch's apartment was always dark, especially with the lights off. With no windows it was easy to forget what time of the day it was. She pulled her knees against her chest, her mind replayed the moment when she was reunited with Patch. His promise to stay with her and the gentle kiss he placed on her head. "w-was that all a dream?" she whispered softly to herself.

The bathroom door opened and she saw Patch step out rubbing his hair with a black towel. "Shit it's been a while since I took a shower." He muttered. He stopped and looked at her, "you're up huh?"

She blinked, dazed by his sudden appearance. "So it wasn't a dream…" she said under her breath.

He sighed, "Wow you're so out of it." Patch smiled devilishly. "Maybe I have to wake you up?"

Her face ran hot as she looked away, "I don't want to get kissed by someone who hasn't taken a shower in god knows how long." She said quickly.

Patch tossed the towel at her, "yea well it's hard to take a calm relaxing shower when you don't know what fuck with wings will break down your door." He put his hands on his hips, "It was hard to get a good night's sleep too."

She smiled poshly, "well that's your fault isn't it."

"Hey when did you get so sarcastic?" he smiled. Patch crawled on the bed, his hands reaching behind her as he leaned over her; his lips were so close she can feel his breath against her skin. Something inside her begged him to come closer. "You've become so insolent, I might have to teach you a lesson." He teased.

Her face went red making him smile, "I missed teasing you." He sat back and leaned against the headboard. "I missed you in general."

Nora struggled to breathe; he was so close it made her heart race. "I didn't miss you teasing me I can tell you that." She said, struggling to hide how badly she wanted him to touch her.

Patch smiled weakly, "learn to get used to disappointment, angel." He looked away.

"What?" she looked to him sharply.

"I'm not gonna try so you can chill out." He said softly.

"Patch…"

"I don't deserve it. I don't deserve to touch you, I ran away thinking that's what was best for you. Yet when I come back I learn you fucking self-destructed, I found you on a fucking cliff ready to just jump. I didn't protect you; I just made it all worse. I should've let you punch me till I passed out, at least then I would get what I deserved." He ran his fingers through his wet hair pulling it all out of his eyes. "It seems like every time I give you up I just make it all worse." He laughed sadly, "Maybe I should have just left Delphic for good when you lost your memories."

"Shut up," she snapped. He looked to her as she gave him a cold glare, "God that's so annoying. I hate it when you mope like that, it's not the Patch I know and it's certainly not the Patch I love." She crossed her arms over her chest, "If you think that leaving will solve anything then you're wrong. So shut the fuck up, even without my memories I suffered without you. Patch," she softened, "I don't care anymore. I don't care about the nephil and I'm certainly not afraid of Hank. They can all burn in hell for all I care." She crawled over to him and sat in his lap, straddling his waist she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him close. "This whole world can go to hell; as long as I have you then I don't care what happens. You promised it would be us against the world right? So stop moping and do it, fulfil your promise and let's make it us against the world like it should be."

He stared into her eyes, his hands off to the side shaking. Patch could feel her heat radiating off her, he could feel her humanity. His hands ached to touch her, she was so close. "Nora I don't deserve it." He said softly.

"What did I just say?" she snapped again, "stop feeling sorry for yourself, god it's so irritating. You got to snap out of it, who cares what you deserve and what you don't deserve." She pulled him closer, her chest pressing against his tightly; he could feel every word brush against his lips.

Why was she so adamant on torturing him; he wanted nothing more than to touch her, to kiss her, to just lose himself to her. So why couldn't he do it?

A cool smirk tilted at the ends of his lips, "you're such a pain." He leaned in and harshly kissed her. Nora felt as though the wind was knocked out of her chest as he reached up and held her waist, his hands running up and down the sides of her body. Chills ran up her spine as he reached under her shirt and rested his bare hands against the small of her back.

She pulled away as he pulled off her shirt, he gently kissed her collarbone. Nora felt as though the wind was being knocked out of her chest, he hadn't touched her in so long it was if he was doing it for the first time all over again. He stopped for a second, his lips brushing against her neck as he took a few deep breaths, "Nora why…" he looked up at her, his hands reaching up to undo the hooks of her bra. "Why, why do you drive me so crazy?" he expertly undid the hooks and smiled crookedly up at her, "I hate it. I'm trying to punish myself and here you are, fucking sitting on my lap tormenting me. Like fuck let a man wallow in self-pity."

Nora laughed a little, "sorry no dice. Think of this as your punishment."

He laughed kissing her lips again, "best punishment of my fucking life then."

Sorry for the lack of uploads, I know I have all these excuses but hey here's the upload that you guys have waited so long for. I will attempt to write some sexy times for Patch and Nora but don't hold me to that as I'm not good at it. But anyway here's the new chapter so enjoy!