The next morning, Patrick awoke to the loud noise of chirping birds. He looked up, realizing that this defiantly was not his room. When realization finally hit him, he couldn't help but grin. He felt Kat move beside him, rolling over to grab a fistful of his t-shirt. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, so innocent and loving.
I could wake up to this face everyday, he thought.
He lay back down and wrapped his arms around her fully clothed body. He rest his head on top of hers, breathing in her scent of vanilla and lavender. He knew that when he went home later, he would make sure that this shirt wouldn't be washed until her scent was off of it. She moved again, opening her eyes this time to find his arms around her and her hands clutched to his t-shirt. She slowly sat up, and when their eyes met, they smiled big, crooked grins at each other.
"Good-morning," she whispered to him.
"You too," he replied, giving her a light kiss.
Her stomach growled, and she blushed. He brushed her hair out of her eyes. He then took her hand and led her downstairs, despite all of her complaints.
"If my dad wakes up..." she started.
"He won't," he told her, seating her down and starting to rummage through all of the cabinets.
When he turned, she was looking at him with her eyebrows raised, questioning.
"I heard his car leave this morning," he simply stated.
She looked surprised, turning to find that he was right; her father's car was not parked in the driveway.
A loud BANG brought her back to reality, and she turned to see him sprawled out on the kitchen floor, with pots and lids spinning everywhere. She could help but laugh. When he turned to glare at her, she covered her mouth and went over to help him.
"That was graceful," she noted.
"Excuse me for being human!" he exclaimed, feigning a dramatic sigh.
"Oh, were human now. Just a few minutes ago, I thought you were a vampire. We can't keep changing our persona. It's rude," she chastised, suppressing a smile.
"No, last time I checked I was human. Are telling me that my girlfriend is the type of girl to make-out with a vampire and not tell me?" he teased. All she heard him say was girlfriend. She was surprised and taken aback to hear him call her that. His girlfriend. She was his girlfriend and he was her boyfriend. She was trying to wrap her head around the thought, when she was pulled back from her thoughts by his fingers snapping in front of her face.
Her head snapped up to look into his onyx eyes. "How many eggs do you want?"
"Oh." She looked down from his eyes to see that the stove was on, and there was already butter in the frying pan, sizzling. "Two," she answered quickly, amused at the sight of Patrick Verona making scrambled eggs in her kitchen.
"What are you staring at?" he inquired finally.
"You," she said. She hadn't even realized that she had said that out loud, until he smiled and held a hand to his heart and said back, "I'm flattered."
Her cheeks reddened, and she made herself move to the other side of the kitchen, far away from him to give herself a breather.
It wasn't even five minutes when he came over with two plates and forks, setting them down on the table. He left shortly and came back with two glasses of milk. He sat down and motioned with his head for her to come on over. She defiantly made her way over to the table, sitting down, her energy and confidence renewed.
They both ate in silence, her looking down at her plate. She could feel him starting her, his eyes burning a hole through her head. It was difficult to concentrate on looking down, when he was staring at her with such a determined look in his eyes.
He was defiantly determined, to fully figure her out. One minute, she was telling him how stupid he was and how she loathed him, the next she was admitting that she loved him, just as much as he loved her. The walls are up then down, then there up again- just like they were now. He didn't want her to have her walls up with him. He wanted her to trust him and to be comfortable with him all the time. He didn't want to ever see her put her walls up with him again, and he was determined to get her to fully trust him. He would too, no matter what it took.
After they finished eating and cleaned up all evidence that someone had cooked, she dragged him upstairs by the collar. She pushed him into her room, shutting and locking the door before jumping on him. He barely caught her, surprised by her motivation and random attack. She had him eating out of the palm of her hand. Right now, he was sitting in her desk chair, with her straddling him. She was the one in control right now, and he wanted her to be. He didn't always want to have to start the kiss or make the first move.
She was moving her hands up and down his chest, their foreheads pressed together. Her eyes were darkened, and he knew that she was up to something. She finally moved her hands underneath his shirt, slowly moving it up. He caught his breath when she did this, and froze, waiting for her next move and trying not to shiver at her touch. Her next move was to take his shirt off, which was easily done with his help. She was exploring unconquered territory, as if she was claiming him right then and there. He couldn't but smile when she shuddered at his touch, and all he did was drag his fingers across her stomach.
After much anticipation and waiting, she finally bent down and started to kiss him, making him gasp and wrap him arms around her waist. She hadn't even kissed his lips, but she had kissed his neck- and was sure doing a fine job of it. At this point, he couldn't even breathe and he was sure that she could hear his heart pounding in his chest. She was so close to him, and doing things that he had never thought she would do.
He shuddered and moaned when her hands slid down to his pants, and he couldn't contain himself any longer. He reached up to grab her face in his hands, and he smashed his lips onto hers. She was surprised at first, breaking off the kiss. She gave him a warning look before unzipping and unbuttoning his pants while pressing her mouth against his. He finally got the guts up to take her shirt off, and she let him. She licked his lower lip, biting down on it, making him groan her name. She was the only girl to every make him do that, and he was surprised when he heard himself groan it.
His groaning only excited her more, the kissing becoming a full out French make-out session. They both wanted to crawl into each other's skin, exploring each other. He was exploring her just as much and as thoroughly as she had explored him. She was flushed when his hands went under her bra, but she didn't stop him, and he took that as a sign to keep things rolling.
Soon, they were on the bed, in their underclothes, macking on each other like they were each other's only form of life support. The minute he unclasped her bra, she broke away, saying, "Stop."
He looked at her, gorgeous, as she was, confused and hurt. She had been the one to start the fiasco, and now she was the one to put a stop to it.
"What?" he finally said to her, still breathing heavily.
"Not here," she told him, finding her bottoms and pulling them on, "Not now."
He ran his hands threw his hair, trying not to scream. She looked pissed off, and he finally just couldn't handle her anymore.
"You know what? I'm done. I am so done with you, and with all of this," tears started to blur his vision as he got more and more worked up. He shoved his pants on and was rummaging around on the floor, trying to find his shirt. When he found it he shoved it on, working himself up for what he wanted to say to her.
"Patrick listen," she started, unsure what to say to him.
"No, you listen to me. I get you, okay. I understand that you don't want to be "that girl" or whatever. But I love you, and I would think that you would know that I would never do anything to you without your permission. I know that you may not think so, but I just want you to know that I'm always here for you and that I'll never leave. When you can finally learn to trust me and to keep these walls of your down, I'll be waiting. But this is something that you have to do on your own Kat. I can't help you with this. When you finally think that you are ready, you know where to find me."
When he was done talking, he got up and left. She heard him start his motorcycle and drive off. She couldn't move though. She was stuck, in her bottoms and bra, clutching onto her shirt like it was the last thing she would ever need to survive. She felt like she had just been slapped in the face, and technically she had.
She didn't know how long she was standing there for until her sister came in, asking to go out with her friends. She jumped when she heard Bianca's voice, breaking out of her trance. Looking at the clock, it was about noon, meaning she had been standing there for a good two hours.
She immediately told her sister to go on ahead, and to remember curfew. When she heard her sister squeal and the front door slam shut, she got up and took off her old clothes and put new ones on. She ran out to her car and jumped in, driving to his house. She knew what she had to do.