Sabrina had been miserable when she'd overheard that conversation in the locker room. The doubts and insecurities that Carlos had planted in her brain crept to the surface as the trio snickered about her behind her back. Sabrina had been mortified when Patrick told her to come out of hiding and saw how they made her cry with their harsh observations. However, as usual, he'd known just what to say to make her believe in herself and in his feelings for her. She knew that he kissed her to stop her from arguing with him, but she didn't care. Having his arms around her and his lips on hers made her forget everything and concentrate on just feeling. Up until now, they'd taken the physical stuff slowly, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore the current running between them whenever they touched. Sabrina wanted Patrick as much as he wanted her and she was through waiting.

Once she unlocked the door to her apartment, she stepped inside and pulled him in with her. As soon as the door closed, she pushed Patrick against it and began tugging at his shirt. Sabrina could tell that Patrick was shocked by her aggressiveness. Everyone assumed that because she was a "mousy nobody" with glasses and a sunny disposition that she was naive. But she wasn't. Far from it, in fact. She and Carlos had been together almost a decade and had an extremely active sex life that kept both of them very happy. Sabrina knew how to satisfy a man. She just chose not to broadcast it to the world.

After Sabrina got Patrick out of his shirt (finally!), she yanked hers off and stepped inches from him. When he reached out to touch her, she smiled seductively and shook her head "no". Sabrina took the next several minutes to explore Patrick's torso with her hands as she kissed her way up his chest and neck. By the time her lips reached his for a hungry kiss, Sabrina could tell Patrick's control was on the verge of snapping. As she kissed him, Sabrina wrapped her arms around his neck and plastered her body against his in all the places she knew would drive him mad with need.

If Sabrina didn't stop what she was doing, Patrick was going to end up embarrassing himself. He was already holding onto his control by a thread when she ordered (ordered?!) him not to touch her as she explored his body. By the time Sabrina kissed him, he'd had to fist his hands at his sides to stop himself from jamming them into her hair and using the locks to pull her close and ravish her. However, when she plastered herself against him, he couldn't take it anymore. Abruptly, he grabbed her and turned them around so she was sandwiched between him and the door. Sabrina squeaked in surprise at the loss of control, but didn't seem to mind it considering she leaned against the door for support and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him even closer, causing Patrick to involuntarily moan in pleasure.

Good God, the woman was a siren. When he came back here with her, he thought he'd be schooling her. Boy, did he ever have it wrong. He'd underestimated her and now he was paying the price - happily.

Through playing around, Patrick grasped Sabrina tighter, pushed away from the door with his free hand and carried her to the bedroom.

Later...

Sabrina climbed off Patrick and plopped down on the bed. "Wow... That was..."

"Yeah, it was..." Patrick said as he struggled for breath. A moment later, when he'd recovered, he added, "You were loud."

Sabrina looked over him and squeaked, "What?!"

"You were loud."

Sabrina blushed. "I was not!"

Patrick turned toward Sabrina, pulled her close, and said, "Yeah, you were. Felix probably heard you across the hall."

Sabrina, embarrassed, pulled the sheet up to hide under and mumbled "Oh, God..." When he pulled the sheet away so he could lean in and nuzzle her neck, Sabrina swatted at him playfully.

"It's a good thing he is working tonight, otherwise the cat would definitely be out of the bag." Patrick thought a moment, then continued, "But, you know what? I'm finding that I really like loud - especially when you're screaming my name with the word 'oh' or 'yes' next to it."

At that, Sabrina scolded him with a "Patrick.." but he just ignored her and continued with his ministrations, which he could tell were driving her wild.

When Sabrina lamely attempted to push him away and uttered a halfhearted, "Stop.", Patrick lifted his head, looked at her (letting his desire show in his eyes), and asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No... Don't stop," Sabrina, flushed with arousal and barely able to breathe, whispered as she pulled him toward her. Patrick shifted his body weight so he was practically on top of her and said, "Good. Because I wasn't planning to."

He smiled wickedly as he leaned down to kiss her. Payback was a bitch and Sabrina was about to pay (and pay and pay) for what she'd put him through earlier.