"I may have been wrong."

His voice is still slightly hoarse, and the whisper of his breath against her skin gives her chills. She smiles, "Hmm?"

Her voice is light. Her arms gently resting around his waist as they stood beneath the stream of the shower. A small silly part of her noted that they should probably get out of the shower soon. They'd turn pruney.

"You're not an angel. You're wonderfully wicked."

She snickered involuntarily, rubbing light circles with her fingertips. He pulled back, turning briefly to switch off the shower. She noticed the absences of both his warmth and the warmth of the water almost instantly.

His gaze when he turned back to her however warmed her pretty quickly. she felt a zing of energy spark all the way down to her toes.

"What am I going to do about that?"

He mused aloud. She can offer a lot of suggestions. They practically pile up on her tongue as she gave him a minx like grin. Suddenly his delectable mouth curved into a terribly naughty smile as he ran his eyes over her. It was a smile that promised wonderfully wicked things in the dark, things that would leave her a twisted sated mess. Things that she'd dreamed of, all she had to do was voice them.

And she wanted everything that smile promised her.

He reached for her, only for her to dart backwards. No way in hell was she getting carried again. amusement flickered across his face and his smile became predatory. He moved towards her, all liquid grace, and made another lunge. This time when she went to dodge she struck the shower wall with a yelp and he picked her up. This time however he cradled her against the front of his body.

Instinctively her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands went to her ass, holding her up against him. the eye contact from this position was incredible. She was used to looking up at him, not having him look up at her. More than that, she could feel every inch of him between her legs. He wasn't hard yet, but something told her it wouldn't necessarily be long until he was.

As he stepped out of the shower she knew that she should probably let him carry her without distracting him. after all the matching bruises would be difficult to explain at work. but it seemed her body had other ideas. her hands slid into the damp blonde curls, pulling his head forward. She seized his mouth, licking and nipping at his lips. he stumbled but gave her everything he had. Kissing her back with such heat and lust that the kiss seemed to evolve from just a hungry kiss to something that saw fit to ignite them both.

She broke the kiss a second later to yelp as she tumbled backwards, only to land on the softness of her bed. a split second later he caught himself above her. his hands spread against the white sheets by her shoulders. His lower body nestled between her legs, a comforting weight that both calmed her and made her restless at the same time.

She reached up, touching his face fondly, fingers smoothing back strands of the slick curls with tiny movements.

"I love you." her voice whispered without interference from her mind. And instead of the pained grimace he'd worn earlier, this time it was a cocky little smile, "I know." he murmured.

She raised herself up, kissing him fiercely. His hands now free from supporting his weight on the bed now went to the hem of her sopping t-shirt and tugged. For a moment their kiss was broken, her vision obscured, then it was gone. She didn't see where he tossed it, and at this point she certainly didn't care.

He pushed her back against the bed, breaking the kiss firmly. Her mouth hung open, breath coming in small pants as he let his gaze wander down her form. his eyes traced a path across her skin, taking in the slightly smaller bra than she needed. It wasn't out of vanity that she wore it that way, only that the bra was comfortable and didn't chafe when she wore a shoulder holster. Besides comfortability was a rare thing to find in most bras these days.

"I always knew they'd be incredible." He breathed, and a delicious chill went down her spine. He'd been thinking about her?

His fingers traced that path, darting teasingly along her sternum, and faintly tracing the edge of where her bra and her breasts met. They were like brands against her skin, and wherever they touched was left tingling in their wake.

With slow deliberate movements he slid his hands around to her back, and she arched as much as she could to help him. a second later her bra came free and he slid it down her arms and tossed it aside. For a second he just stared at her, with such intensity that it made her shake.

For all the heat between them, he was taking his time. and she realised that in the shower she'd teased and tortured and controlled him. now he was doing the same to her.

When he finally leant down and licked her skin in one hot swipe of his rough tongue she jerked in surprise. He mouthed along her breast, finally taking one nipple into his hot mouth. she could have cried with relief, as it was though she could only gasp and thread her fingers in his hair.

Sensations washed over her as his tongue and fingers danced an unpredictable rhythm across her chest. He rubbed against her, that rough stubble contrasting sharply with the wet smoothness of his lips, and every feeling intensified by the hypersensitivity of her skin. her voice was high, breathy and needy when she finally managed to whimper, "Patrick, Please."

She wasn't even sure what she was asking for, something more, something bigger.

Patrick raised his head to catch her eyes and she convulsed at the look at them. it was fierce and wild and dark. All looks that promised very wonderful things for her.

His hands slid down her abdomen, reaching the top of her panties and waiting. She was hot and needy, and when he trailed kisses along the centre of her belly, she whimpered. She hadn't expected this, but damned if she would turn him down for it. the promise in his eyes as he licked a long strip of her stomach, just millimetres above the edge of her panties made her legs feel like jelly.

The sight of him, her wilful and independent consultant kneeling between her legs made her insides clench tightly. Her hands fisted in the white sheets as she tried to catch her breath. He tugged at the panties, pulling them down her legs and throwing them off the bed.

He looked up at her, as if to assure himself that she was alright with this. She swallowed, "Jane."

Her voice was barely a breath of air between her lips, but he heard her and smiled, positioning himself over her most vulnerable area.

The first swipe of his tongue sent white sparks shooting across her vision and it was all she could do not to keep breathing. He licked and sucked, like she was some delectable piece of candy. One long dextrous finger slid into her, timed perfectly with the rhythm of his tongue. She lost herself in the waves of pleasure radiating from her core, lost herself in the mindless climb that he was taking her on. moans and whimpers and breathy sighs escaped from her lips as she tried to ground herself, to reassure herself that she wasn't going to float away in the intensity of it all.

It was too much, too bright, too intense. He was coaxing her fevered body along a path that she almost feared to follow. For a moment she hovered on the edge of that shining pleasure, pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. She hovered there before his fingers twisted inside of her, that final movement pushing her over the edge and she fell into mindless sensation.

Authors note: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter :) and i hope it makes up for the long wait i made you guys undergo between chapters :)

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~MadamRed