**SMUT WARNING** I needed a little naughty Nora time...sometimes a girls got to take things into their own hands...or mouth. This is not my specialty, well in the sense of experience so if it sucks ((no pun intended)) then I'm sorry. My writing is a work in progress... feel free to review (((PLEASE!))) NO FLAMES!

Often the greatest pleasures in life are the one's given, not received...

There's a lot under the surface with these two that is easy to miss if you're not really looking beyond the superficial 'stuff'. That's often common in the things I've witnessed so at least in this story it rings true for them as well. I think it did in a way in the saga. Patch said a lot of things that weren't complete truths, but were never lies because there was more going on then met the eye. I believe there was a lot about Patch we never got to know, the guy lived a hell of a long time to not have experienced more than we learned in those books. He is an enigma and while this Patch isn't quite so much there is a side like I said that's brewing under the surface too easily over looked and labeled something it's really not. Even if it was, I will probably piss people off by saying this, but even if he was that bad, if Nora is stupid enough to stick around she's asking for it, no one to blame but herself. Patch isn't abusing her, he isn't threatening her so... Damn, climbing off that soapbox, sorry guys...ON WITH THE STORY! :)~

CHAPTER 11

CHANGES

For a while Nora barely recognized Patch from the boy/man she had always been so in love with. She never lost sight of the heart and soul hidden behind the walls, buried deep under the disfiguring scars Dabria had left him with. Only Clista and Nora ever got to see flashes of a genuine smile anymore. Patch still protected Nora and would do anything for her, but now those walls even stood around his heart for her. She'd always be the closest person to him, the one he loved more than himself, but never the way he could have before his heart was broken. Maybe it was worse because the resemblance was so strong between Nora and Dabria with the difference being who they were as people. Dabria, was like an Angel of Death, she brought death to a part of Patch. Nora bright light to him.

When Patch had said he was going back to his old ways, he'd meant it. He not only went back to them, he embraced them with a whole new dedication. No lady would ever hold Patch's heart again, or have the power to hurt him the way Dabria had, of that he was making sure. He was dead serious when he warned Nora without ever knowing his words were a crushing blow to the girl who had dreamed of life with him. She took what she could though because the alternative was living without Patch and that wasn't an option, not to her. To Nora life without Patch would be like trying to live without air for her lungs and blood to circulate in her body. They had been a part of each other for almost twenty years, she knew better than anybody that the man Patch was today was NOT the man he ever intended or wanted to be. It wasn't all his fault, the people who should have loved him, his parents, his ex... if 'she' would have felt for him all that Nora did or been willing to do the things that Nora would do than he would be a better man, he would be the man he had once dreamed he would be. Instead Dabria had laid ruin to him, and while Nora had a piece of his heart that he would have never given to anyone else, he was still a changed man. He had a fortress around his heart to protect against romantic love and relationships on any and all levels, complete with a moat that not even Nora could breach. For the most part she held tight to the hope that one day he would lower the draw bridge for his dreams and aspirations, and maybe, just maybe, he would see her as being the other half of them the way their grandma predicted they were meant to be. Nora could move on right now, but what good is it to move on without your heart? He may not have a ring on her finger, but he had slipped one around her heart way too long ago for her to walk away just yet. If she did meet somebody she wouldn't be able to give them what they deserved, and she'd never be satisfied with them because they would never be Patch. No one ever died from being loved, they died when that love was lost, there was never any doubt that Patch had always loved Nora and always would, that kept her love for him from dying down. Her love for him was like a sandcastle built too close to the water, every woman washed in like a wave, threatening to ruin her castle that love had built before washing back out, and although it took endless amounts of patience and hard work to maintain the castle it was worth it to her. Everyone deserves that one person that see's the things in you that nobody else does, the potential that might be hidden under endless debris. Nora knew she deserved that, why wouldn't he?

Nora stood firmly at Patch's side, her mask fully intact to hide that longing and consuming desire for more, more of anything Patch. At the end of the day they were the one solid thing in each others life and they would cling to that. Some things never change, like that, but others do...

Patch had to get Nora out of that apartment so he found Bella and Shadow who had refused to even speak or look at Nora for months and months following her choice to choose Patch over everything else. Her friends lived in the city now like them, only they lived in a better part of town, both were attending college and they had an extra room they were looking to rent so Patch worked out a deal with the girls so Nora had a better place to stay and her two friends back, and he could sleep somewhat better for now knowing she was safe. It killed him to be away from the girl who had always been at his side or across the street, but it was worth it to have that peace of mind.

Patch took whatever jobs he could, even some in the 'adult' industry (Nora would have killed him!) so that he could move them out of that hell hole and put food in both of their stomachs and little extra spending cash in their pockets. He would do anything to support his Angel. The 'adult' work that he did was meaningless to him, he had always been more of a novelty to women and now women were nothing more than toys to him to toss away when playtime was over.

When he had enough saved he moved and then he saved and moved again, each time to a better and better place, he still wasn't in a place he felt was good enough for Nora though.

Every night he had at least one if not two different girls in his bed and a bottle or two of bourbon by his side to numb the pain and loneliness he hid from others. If he was lucky the numbness lasted the twenty minutes the girls could entertain him before he got bored or the numbness faded and the pain returned.

Patch ALWAYS without fail used a condom, never ever ever an exception whether birth control was an issue or not it didn't matter to him. She could have had a hysterectomy and he would wear a condom, they put distance between him and whomever he was with in the moment. It was yet another barrier, symbolic of the one he used to protect his heart. It also served to protect Nora.

~~FLASHBACK- PATCH MOVES UP AND OUT OF HELL-HIS FIRST PLACE POST RAT HOLE~~

Patch had come by yesterday and given a spare key to his new place to Nora. This was a very exciting turn of events for both. Nora hated the idea that while she slept in relative comfort, he was stuck in hell. She hadn't taken him up on his offer to 'release her frustrations' or invoked his offer for 'benefits', but then she had read 50 Shades of Grey... When you live with a man or sleep next to a man who exhales, oozes and drips pheromones and then you read a book like that... well it isn't a giant leap to guess her 'inner goddess' wanted to 'salsa'. She wasn't interested in most of the stuff in there herself... a few things had caught her eye she had never thought of before, like blindfolds and handcuffs... After a quick stop at the 'LOVERS PACKAGE' she headed out to Patch's place. With her purchase tucked safely in her purse until she could scope out a place to stash it in his apartment she headed up and let herself in the door. She planned on surprising him so she hadn't phoned or text ahead. She knew he was home after seeing his jeep parked out front anyways.

Nora slid the key in the key slot excited to see the new house and see Patch again, hopefully spend some time with him since he was working so much and they didn't have privacy at her place. Bella and Shadow were still making it very clear their feelings when it came to one Patch Cipriano were. When the door swung open she took in the new place. The furniture was simple, all dark like she would expect and the place was impeccably clean and tidy, also what she expected. Patch was a meticulous person, he liked things neat and in order for a guy who's favorite form of transportation was a Harley Davidson vintage sportscaster and one of his favorite pastimes involved fighting you wouldn't immediately assume he would be either of those things. Along the far wall was a flat screen TV and a nice stereo that he had playing. Nora called his name but got no response so she closed the door and started to walk through the apartment in search of him when she heard the shower running. Immediately her thoughts returned to the morning after Prom night and the shower her and Patch had shared after their night of passion. Her eyes closed and her tongue ran across her lips. Before she really realized what she was doing her feet had moved her to where the bathroom door was slightly ajar. How convenient that it was open just enough for a full view of the Adonis standing under the shower head in the glass enclosure. Nora almost drooled as if she had never seen a naked man before, never seen Patch before. God he was glorious, his eyes were closed and his face was tilted up into the spray, water droplets where coursing over his bronze skin. Her mouth went dry and she swallowed...hard, and then a light came on and a wicked little smile spread across her face. Nora returned to the living room and slowly turned the stereo up so he wouldn't hear her approach or the shower door if it worked out right.

With a stomach full of butterfly's doing a dance of nerves and lust she stepped soundless into the shower like a large cat stalking its prey. He was prey alright, he was her prey.

Quietly she set down the items in her hand, all but one. She was surprised that he hadn't felt her presence yet, he must be lost in whatever was going through his head. Better for her.

Patch had been lost in his thoughts and had no idea anyone was in the shower with him when one of his silk ties was secured over his eyes. He panicked for a moment then recognized the scent and 'feeling' of the person standing behind him. Hmm...Did this mean she was taking him up on his offer he smirked. The idea shot a flash of heat straight to his groin at the idea of reliving her Prom night and seeing what else she had hidden behind lock and key.

Not wanting to frighten her into stopping he stood still, waiting for her next move. To his surprise he felt something silky being rubbed slowly and methodically over every centimeter of skin from the curls at the back of his neck across his shoulders and down his back and lower still, giving him a shock and a slight rush. 'Must be oil.' Patch thought to himself, enjoying the slippery feeling between his skin and hers. Next Nora took her long manicured nail and traced the rivets of water flowing over the satiny surface of his lubricated skin. The feeling was intensified by the blindfold.

Taking a deep breath she decided it was time to step things up, watching the water trails running down him emboldened her and now what had started as a way to shock and surprise him became something new, she wanted him she realized. She wanted to claim him the way he had claimed her that night years ago, she wanted to satisfy him as he had her. He had tasted her, it was time for her to taste him.

Nora put some more spice scented oil in her hands and stepped up so that her body was just brushing his, electricity was flying through the air sparking around them and lighting every nerve in their bodies on fire. She leaned in and delicately started to place kisses and nibbles to where the rivers of water were forming on him. He couldn't hold back any longer and a long groan of pleasure escaped his throat. She added her hands and began another slow, sexy massage over every inch of him, feeling and tracing each line of well-defined muscle he so carefully kept. Shivers ran through him as she continued her assault on his back side and a growl broke free from deep in his chest. "Fuck, Nora...damn that feels soo good..." He couldn't get anymore words out, too focused on what he was feeling. She seemed intent on covering EVERY bit of him as she was working her way down the backs of his legs and up the front, touching everywhere but where he was wanting her the most, make that needing her to touch the most. Patch tried to turn towards her, already hard as a rock and somehow getting harder by the moment without so much as a touch there... God, he had been touched, teased, and pleasurably tortured before, but this... this was a cross between nirvana and hell, his body was as hot as the center of a gas flame. Patch reached down to grasp her head without thinking. Quietly, but firmly she told him, "Let go Mr. Cipriano or I will cuff you." She wouldn't dare he though with a smirk, he'd barely moved a fraction and his hands were pinned behind his back and the soft click of cuffs sounded around the glass enclosure. Fuck. How had she gotten control of him before he realized it? This was her first time initiating anything and she was dominating him! Patch was totally at her mercy.

Of course he had had fantasies like this, but they weren't the same as the feel of her hands, nails and mouth combined with the tantalizing aroma of the oil she was generously using filling his ultra sensitive senses. He realized that she was using oil with the mens fragrance 'Obsession', it was his signature scent and her favorite. Interesting. In the hot humid air, with his heightened senses he could smell her arousal. 'She's enjoying this!' A smile tugged up on his lips. If this got her to come out of her shell and unleash that kitten with claws then he would gladly be at her mercy, but he was planning on collecting and returning the "favor" of being dominated.

Nora had covered his face, eyelids, nose and cheeks with kisses before dropping the most delicate of ones to the corners of his mouth. Then without notice she licked slowly up the shell of his ear before blowing on it and nibbling the lobe making him shiver. From there she sought out every 'hot spot' she could locate on his neck with the ease of a lover with a lifetime of experience. 'How was she doing that?!' Patch's mind was going wild at the sensations in his body and the mental imagery in his head. No one else had every managed to locate his hot spots! She had found every last one of them. Across his collarbone side to side over his shoulders and down his arms tracing the outline of muscle with her tongue she continued her exploration. Where she didn't taste, she kissed before circling him behind again. He let out another growl that vibrated out of his throat in an animalistic way that encouraged her to double her efforts to hear it again. He was vocal, she hadn't remembered that or realized how much of a turn on that was for her. She knew by now that often men found vocal women a turn on, but you didn't hear about men being vocal so much. The sounds she was drawing out of him had her pooling with moisture and her walls aching to be filled by him.

Patch felt her kissing his hands, which was a little on the sexy side, but then she made him gasp when she took each finger, one by one, into her mouth, tracing it with her tongue up and down the length as she sucked on it before swirling it around the tip of the finger in a playful and highly erotic way. Each finger was shown the same treatment . 'Where the hell had she learned that!' Patch's mind demanded to know as his body continued to follow her every movement in pure pleasure. In the back of his head, not in the front-that was mush by now, incapable of thought- he flipped through all of his years of experience looking for a time he had ever been ravished and consumed like this. In all honesty he couldn't find a single time it had even came close. He had almost exclusively been the giver of pleasure, not the receiver. Tears stung the corners of his eyes and though he would never admit they were there, he was thankful for the blindfold covering them so he didn't feel he had to lie. She took in his last finger and a tremble of ecstasy rolled over him.

"I want to touch you, Angel." Patch whispered.

Her only response was a soft, "Shhh, just enjoy it, let it sweep you away."

He hadn't heard her move, but now she was back in front of him, kissing up the insides of his calves and all around his knee's, licking and nibbling behind them making him groan before she moved up the inside of his thighs. He willingly spread his legs enough for her to reach him as she ran her tongue all the way up from the inside of his knee to the top of his thigh, narrowly avoiding 'that' hot spot.

"Oh...daaamn, baby." Patch moaned.

Nora continued to kiss and nibble all the area around where he was still waiting, still begging for her attention. Her fingers traced his stomach muscles as she had done the first night together and began working their way south. He gave an audible sigh. This was easily the most sensual experience he had had to date. He didn't even want to guesstimate the amount of 'experiences' he had under his belt. None was like this anyhow. With that thought distracting him he nearly shouted when he felt slick wetness of her hot little tongue sweep up his testicles. Man was he grateful he kept himself shaved down there or he might have missed out on that. Slowly she lavished her tongue all over them, enjoying the way they moved and tightened, taking one then the other and sucking and licking it with just the right pressure. How was it possible that this shy little vixen had never been with anyone and yet she was capable of bringing a man like him to his knee's without any coaching? He knew without a doubt that the Angel kneeling before him, reeking havoc on his body and his senses had never been with anyone else, not even close.

The longer she captivated his body the more vocal he became. Further shock ran through him when she slid one of her hands from his stomach and traced a line down his body, missing his straining cock that was leaking pre-cum almost like a steady dripping facet. 'Where was she going with that?' The answer came soon enough when her index and middle finger laid assault on his perineum.

Nora let his testicles slip out of her mouth and he wanted to whine at the feeling of missing her mouth, but she had taken her other hand off of his hip and used it in place of her mouth to continue lavishing it with care while the other continued to tease his prostate. Finally, finally, finally he felt what he had died for since he first realized what was happening. He let out a loud "Ohhh...holy shit, holy shit...oh GAWD...FUCK, BABY!" as she swirled the river of pre-cum of the crown of his dick with the tip of her tongue.

His response was beyond her wildest dreams, she was doing it! She was bringing him out of his skin! She swirled her tongue around him like she was licking around an ice-cream cone, then she sucked the tip in hard and slid him back out gently between her teeth till they slid off the end and she swept up the drops of cum from the slit they were escaping from. A string of soft curses left his mouth as she repeated the cycle several minutes.Now came the real test, remembering what she had read she took his head into her mouth wrapping her lips as tightly as she could and keeping her teeth covered she pulled him into her mouth like sucking a too thick shake through a straw.

"Nora, shit that feels fucking incredible." Patch groaned.

She slid him further into her mouth and his breathing became irregular. Nora could feel his heart beating wildly everywhere as more blood pumped rapidly south fast. God she was loving every second of this as the water continued to pour over them.

"Mmm...fuck...your tongue...that's it baby, just like that.." He panted.

Nora hummed around his cock which was considerably deep in her mouth. He wasn't your average guy in length or girth. He wasn't big to the point of looking unnatural or gross, in fact, his cock was as sexy as Patch himself and he never failed to surprise women with that. It was enough to rock any girls world though. 'God her tongue can do wicked things.' His breath caught in his throat as she slithered her tongue up, down and all around him in a figure eight type pattern. He started to wonder what could have gotten into her to bring all this on and how he could keep it coming when she stopped the thought dead in its tracks by taking his whole length in and deep throating him!

"Sweet Jesus Christ Mother Mary you don't have a gag reflex..." He part groaned part moaned and half growled. She was going to be the death of him! How had this sweet girl not been given a gag reflex!? This was heaven, no this was better than heaven! He was just getting used to that feeling when she swallowed and hummed around him, his whole body tightened up, it wouldn't be long now. Strings of things were flowing from his mouth now. "Right there baby, ya just like that...ohhh fuckkk yeaaah...ohmygod where did you learn this...oh shit shit shit shit baby, please don't stop, please don't stop." The combination of being in the dark from the blindfold, having his hands cuffed and her body working over his had him going insane with need and desire.

Nora had no intentions of stopping and hearing him say those things had now become her first addiction. He could say anything he wanted to her if he kept saying her name and praising her like that. She let her tongue glide up to play with the underside bundle of nerves on the crown of his throbbing cock before once again licking the meatus free of cum droplets then back down his shaft humming so the vibrations surrounded him and she had him buried in her throat again. Once more she bobbed her head then quickly stood, untied the blindfold and dropped back down capturing him hostage in her mouth once more. When the tip of him touched against the back of her throat she looked up at him through her long black lashes and when molten steal met obsidian midnight she swallowed...HARD.

"Nora, Nora, Nora...oohhh damn Angel, I'm going to...fuck! I can't hold it, oh gawd you are so fucking hot...you better move or it's going straight down your throat!" Patch tried to step back, but she quickly pulled him tightly to her, increasing the pressure and rocking on his perineum faster she used the tips of her nails to graze over his scrotum that was pulled tightly against his body in an almost painful way as his seed circled around and around moving through him on its race to get out. When she swallowed again while humming she felt one giant pulse then a bunch of rapid ones roll all the way through his balls and up his swollen and engorged shaft, his body went rigid and he shouted her name as wave after red hot wave of his sticky sweet nectar drenched her mouth and coated her throat, but she still didn't stop moving, she continued to suck on him and bob her head with her eyes locked on his so she could witness the look of pleasure as she felt it rack his body. His hips were involuntarily fucking her mouth in shallow, but powerful thrusts. She was thankful she didn't have a gag reflux that would have caused her to make him stop. Instead she wanted to prolong his orgasm as long as she could for him and like a bottle of the finest champagne his essence shot forth repeatedly drenching any surface not already covered. She swirled her tongue around the tip of him, up the slit and around the sides, sucking him in firmly then sliding her teeth gently across his engorged head hoping to intensify it for him. Over and over he chanted her name with a list of benedictions so she knew she was pleasing him. When his body stopped moving she pulled back, slow as she could before letting the head slip out between her still tightened lips. She blew gently on the end making him shiver and then placed a soft and reverent kiss to the tip making sure he was clean of any drops of cum.

Patch closed his eyes and collapsed back into the shower wall and let gravity pull his body down the glass till he was slumped on the floor of the shower. Nora removed the cuffs and he didn't even move. 'I did it!' She silently cheered herself. Her first blow job ever and she had not only rocked his world but she had owned him, he had been at her mercy, no one else. Hers! She, Nora Grey, had brought the rumored sex god to his knees unable to move! She had a face splitting grin that could have lit the way in the pitch black. Not only had she over came her shyness and fear, but she had mastered something she had never done before well enough to make an Angel like him fall from glory at her feet.

Nora sat down next to him watching the amazingly still warm water cascade over his God like face. His head was back against the glass faced up as he worked to even out his breathing. 'He's so beautiful like that.' Nora thought.'He looks so sweet, so innocent, so...relaxed, like he's at peace. That's the way he should always feel.' His vulnerability had never shown so bright as in that moment. He looked ALMOST completely unguarded. It made her heart heavy to think how she somehow knew no one, including Dabria who had 'loved him so much with all of her heart and soul', had never taken the time to give back to him with no expectations for anything whatsoever in return. No, there was no way in hell she would let him pay her back for this, this was her gift to him. Other people might see him as selfish, as treating her badly, but they'd be mistaken because it wasn't any of those things. He was one of the most lost and misunderstood souls she had ever met and people would take one look at him and dismiss him as just another stuck up pretty boy or upon hearing his name dismiss him as much worse thinking he wanted or felt entitled because he had looks AND money...or he used to.

Patch could feel the water raining down on his face but he couldn't be bothered to move so much as an eyelash. Not even if the place was burning down. He had never felt so...drained...in all of his life. Stamina was his middle name, but he'd never been so taken care of. Here Nora had no experience and while other women would be begging him for favors she once again, was giving not taking like the rest. This was yet another first experience for her that she had shared with him...him, no one else...him. She had more than stupefied him when she had made the bold move of joining him in the shower and then touching him. Not just physically which was...oh gawd...but she had gone deeper than that and reached an emotional level only his Angel could find still in him. He didn't want to think about things like that so he switched gears and was about to focus on the sound of the water when he felt her wet little body slide between his legs and curl up against him facing him so that her ankles wrapped around his waist pulling him into her and her arms locked behind his neck and she buried her face in the crook of his neck planting butterfly kisses along his skin where her lips could reach. A soft smile graced his lips...'Sweet little Nora. My sweet, sweet little Angel.' He thought to himself as he lazily started to stroke up and down her spine gently.

BACK TO THE PRESENT~~

Not a single one-night stand made it past the early morning if they made it that far at all. On the evenings Patch wasn't out or 'entertaining' some random girl, Nora would join him and they'd watch movies, go dancing or find something else to do together. Whatever it was it usually ended in mind-blowing, earth-shattering explosive sex.

After every move he made they would christian every surface in every room possible before leaving the house. His little girl had really grown up and as he had predicted her 'inner goddess', as Nora liked to call her, had roared alive like a tigress in heat. She was always there, always right underneath the surface begging impatiently for release. Nora was the only one who could compete and challenge both his sexual creativity and famous stamina. He was rumored to be impossible to survive, Nora however, could make him beg to stop when she wanted to. Not that either would let that secret out.

They made it a point to be together at least one whole night out of the week, just the two of them while they were living apart. Not that she wasn't more of a permanent fixture at his place almost daily anyways. Patch knew that Nora still needed his comfort and familiarness, but he had also long ago learned that when it came to Nora, she was as tough as nails fighting for whatever she felt was worth it to her regardless of what others thoughts, feelings, or opinions were. She was selfless to the point of endangering herself for others, she was stubborn as a person could get, she was passionate, loving, and unpredictable at times. The vixen in her often shocked him and she had a wild streak only he was allowed to see. Nora had countless virtues, in and out of the bedroom no one would ever rival her in his eyes. No matter how many women he was with, when he was with Nora, or better yet in his favorite place to be—inside Nora, it was like coming home every time. With her or in her he felt complete in a way he never did with others, he was addicted to that feeling and the privilege of being her one and only. He chose to subconsciously and conscientiously ignore what that all might mean in terms of their real feelings for each other. What he would admit was that they fit together perfectly, every single piece of them working in sync and tandem, no matter what they were doing from cooking to sex.

Nora was still the only girl he would sleep next to or cuddle up to. She had him firmly wrapped around her finger as securely as ever unaware, but none of that was quite enough to change the hardness that Dabria's betrayal had brought about in him. He was still as guarded as ever when it came to matters of romance and not even his Angel could glue that last piece of his heart into place so he could learn to love like that again.

Nora had perfected her mask as she stood beside Patch, when she could feel the mask begin to slip and her emotions start to show more than genuine friendship she would quickly look away and covertly avoid his eyes and face until it passed.

No matter what lifestyle choices he made on his night life she would focus on what they had which may not be all she wanted, but it was better than any of those women would ever get. The difference in Nora's mind compared to other woman's situations was that Patch was straight up front open and honest hiding nothing about what he did, who he was, what he could and couldn't give. He didn't fake or pretend to be something he wasn't, or feel something he didn't or give something he wouldn't. What you got was exactly what he said you would get. Other men lied, cheated and toyed with girls, not Patch, they knew within minutes that he wasn't looking for anything more than a one time good time. If the lady wasn't okay with that he didn't lead her on, he moved on. It may seem heartless to some, but it was honest.

In the moments they were reaching new heights together in the bedroom and joined as one Nora felt the most connected to him, she could 'see' and 'feel' the man who was still in there somewhere, the man he had once been and as long as she had that she had hope, even if it was just a glimmer... If that part of him hadn't died, neither would her hope or her dream.