For a while Patty had been afraid he was only around her out of convenience. Her presence brought forth a slow string of memories. She also had access to the police database which she’d been delving into to find out where he had gone missing. Was he only dropping by for information and a quick fix of memory access?
He chose to linger. Maybe she was the only connection to bridge between the last life he knew and the five blurry years he’d forgotten. Sometimes she would take him to stores or a weekend market they had frequented, but that was always with the known risk that the sights or sounds might bring back too many memories at once. She wished she could take every moment of the pain that came with remembering. Sometimes she would wrap him in her arms so tight that it hurt just to hold him together if a semester of law school or another chunk of time hit his mind with crippling accuracy.
Patty’s laugh was caught between their lips as he kissed her again. Right…this was definitely not dinner plans.
In the past it would have been easy to lose herself completely. She trusted him, maybe even foolishly, with all of her. But now…any touch or word could result in the wrong outcome. If she let her focus go she could hurt him. A single kiss in passing was safe, but they were playing with fire now.
Patty was far too selfish to push him away. It wasn’t just human affection, something she shut out after he disappeared, but the lifted ache that came with his closeness. She missed him. It was as simple and pure as that. Her arms wrapped around his neck when he pulled her close, enjoying the shared warmth of his body to hers. Heart to heart. She wove her fingers through his hair, eyes fluttering shut as she succumbed to the persuasion of his lips along the curve of her neck. Patty followed wherever his hands led, leaning close even when she was on the couch to hold his face gently between her fingertips. She’d built up a dam to keep out her emotions, but now the water crashed through it with the force of an ocean, swallowing her up and pulling her under.
“Seb…” Patty thought rationally for one single second and her mind latched onto it, “ - don’t feel like you have to - I don’t want to hurt you.”
He couldn’t deny it was partly that. Sebastian had always been selfish in nature. But that same selfishness also implied that he went to her because she made him feel good. The only thing that did lately, in that sea of broken memories, anguish, and patronizing words and looks from anyone else he talked to. Patty didn’t look at him like he was broken, despite her worrisome frown at times, and that was relieving after all those months of the opposite type of interaction with everyone he met.
He didn’t mind the pain so much anymore. He was exhausted, of course, but he’d learned that virtually not anything could help him keep himself from it. Avoiding her certainly wouldn’t stop the pain. And if anything, it was a chunk less of things to assault him. And a much better and more rewarding way to be in pain for, than getting some coffee downtown, or looking over law books, and criminal records. Besides, even if he wouldn’t admit it, having here THERE when ended did make things better. It was a relief to come out of whatever he’d been sunk into and find a known face that didn’t give him the creeps along with the sense of familiarity.
She laughed and he found since the first time he’d heard it again, that it was an incredible sound. Like silver raindrops or the first perfect notes to get his feet dancing. Her laugh made him want to dance. This was definitely dinner plans. Specially if he had his way as he intended to.
He’d had this insistent itch on his skin, for weeks, more and more, whenever he was around her lately. And it wasn’t until she’d allowed them to kiss harder than a peck on the lips, that he realized his body missed her. It was an odd realization. Memories or not, his body remembered, and even a he trailed down her neck, he could feel his mouth watering with anticipation. He was jut kissing down her collarbones when he heard her.
She sounded breathless and lightheaded and it made him smirk, as he raised green eyes at her. He lifted a hand and expertly tugged on her shirt, popping buttons open as he spoke. “Oh, I do, gorgeous.” He grunted low as he leaned to mouth lightly at the soft exposed skin of her breast, lips brushing on the edge of her bra. “Pretty sure I owe you.” He purred, just as he finished with her shirt and pushed it down her shoulders, pushing himself in as well to take her mouth again in a warm kiss.
He let his hands slip down her arms, tugging her in to slide her shirt off, smoothly, and laying her back just as swiftly. His hand coming up to cup her jaw as the other worked the clasp of her bra. He dipped his teeth on her bottom lip and gave her a heavy look as he broke apart from her. “Let me do this, Patricia.” He asked her, thumb brushing over her red lips, as he looked in her eyes. “...I bet you taste so good.”
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