Hi, my lovelies. Here is another part of the Kiss Me semi-series. Inspired by a post about types of kisses, each fic is a small thing about a particular kiss. I hope you enjoy.
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Patri Guijarro x Reader
Description: you and Patri go on a car ride.
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The music was loud as Patri sped down the road, the wind whipping at your hair. The world flew past, blue stretching as far as your eye could see and the ocean glittered deliciously beneath you. You were both shouting at the top of your lungs, the music loud as you headed back to the villa Patri had booked for you.
It felt like the kind of drive people romanticised in films. Windows down, air warm and salty, the road curving lazily along the coastline like it had nowhere better to be either. Patri had one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, fingers tapping along to the beat like she couldn’t contain the energy buzzing through her.
You laughed, hair sticking to your lip, cheeks aching from how much you’d been smiling all day. Your skin still felt warm from the sun, shoulders lightly flushed, the faint smell of sunscreen and sea lingering on both of you.
“Turn it up!” you shouted over the music.
“It’s already so loud!” she shot back, grinning anyway as she did exactly that.
The bass thumped through the car, through your chest, through the space between you. You sang the wrong lyrics, dramatically and confidently, and Patri kept glancing over at you like she couldn’t believe she got to witness this version of you.
“What?” you asked, catching her staring.
“You’re just… really cute,” she said, entirely unapologetic.
You scoffed, but you were smiling too much for it to mean anything. “You say that about everything I do.”
“Because everything you do is cute.”
“That’s statistically impossible.”
“Not if you’re you.”
You rolled your eyes, but your hand slid over hers on your thigh anyway, fingers tracing absentminded circles over her knuckles. Her skin was warm, familiar, grounding.
The road dipped and rose, sunlight flashing between the gaps in the cliffs. The ocean stretched endlessly to your right, deep blue and glittering like it was showing off.
“This day feels fake,” you said softly.
“Fake how?”
“Like… too good. Like I’m going to wake up and realise I made it all up.”
Patri squeezed your thigh gently. “Nope. You’re stuck with me. This is real.”
You hummed, leaning your head back against the seat. “Good. Because I don’t want to wake up from it.”
She smiled at that, the kind of smile that lingered even after she looked back at the road.
The song changed to something slower, calmer, and the energy in the car shifted with it. Less shouting, more quiet humming. The wind softened, the world outside glowing gold as the afternoon began to melt into evening.
You watched her for a moment. The way she mouthed the lyrics without realising. The relaxed line of her jaw. The way her thumb kept brushing over your leg like she needed the constant contact.
You didn’t even think about it. You just turned her hand over, lacing your fingers through hers properly this time. She glanced down at your hands, then at you, her smile softening instantly.
You lifted her hand to your lips, pressing slow, gentle kisses across her knuckles as the music faded into the background.
“Te amo, mi amor.” She took the words right out of your mouth.
“Love you, baby.”
She laughed softly, the sound warm and unguarded, like it came from somewhere deep in her chest. Her fingers tightened around yours, not squeezing, just holding, like she wanted to make sure you were still really there.
“I love when you say it like that,” she murmured.
“Like what?”
“Like it’s the easiest thing in the world.” She glanced at you again, eyes bright. “Like it’s obvious.”
You shrugged, smiling. “It kind of is.”
That made her laugh again, this time quieter, more to herself than anything. The road curved gently, the villa still a few minutes away, the coastline opening up into a wide stretch of glowing blue.
For a while, neither of you said anything. You didn’t need to. The music filled the space, the kind of song that felt like summer had been written into it. You leaned your elbow against the door, head tilted toward the open window, letting the air rush past your face.
Patri kept her hand in yours, even as she adjusted her grip on the wheel. Her thumb traced slow, absentminded patterns over your skin, like she wasn’t even aware she was doing it.
“I feel really calm,” you said suddenly.
She smiled without looking at you. “That’s new for you.”
“Rude.”
“True,” she teased. “But good.”
You laughed, nudging her knee lightly with yours. “No, I mean it. I don’t feel like I’m thinking about anything. My brain is just… quiet.”
She nodded. “Mine too. It’s nice.”
The car slowed as you approached a small viewpoint, the kind tourists usually stopped at to take photos. Patri glanced at it, then at you.
“Do you want to stop for a second?” she asked.
You looked out at the view, the sun hovering low over the horizon. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”
She pulled over, turning the engine off. The sudden silence felt almost loud, broken only by the distant sound of waves and the faint hum of insects somewhere in the bushes.
You both got out, stretching lazily, the heat of the car replaced by the softer warmth of the evening air. The sky was painted in shades of orange and pink, the sea reflecting it all like glass.
You leaned against the railing, arms resting on the cool metal, just staring. Patri stepped up beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed.
“This is stupidly beautiful,” you said.
She smiled. “You keep saying that about everything today.”
“Because everything keeps being stupidly beautiful.”
She turned to look at you properly then, the light catching in her eyes. “You’re in a really good mood.”
“So are you.”
She hummed, thoughtful. “I think I just… forget sometimes how nice it is to do nothing.”
You nodded. “Yeah. No plans. No expectations. Just being here.”
She reached for your hand again, automatically, like it was second nature. You laced your fingers together, resting your joined hands on the railing between you.
“I like us like this,” she said softly.
“Like what?”
“Just… existing. Not rushing. Not worrying.”
You leaned your head against her shoulder. “Me too. It feels easy.”
She kissed the top of your head, gentle and absentminded. “You make things easy.”
You smiled at that, eyes closing for a moment. The world felt small in the best way. Just the two of you, the sea, the sky.
After a while, you both got back in the car, reluctant but smiling, the villa finally coming into view as Patri drove the last stretch of road.
The driveway was lined with palm trees, the house glowing softly in the golden light. White walls, big windows, the sound of waves close enough to hear.
Patri parked and turned off the engine again, but this time neither of you moved.
You just sat there, fingers still intertwined, grinning at each other like you’d just gotten away with something.
“We’re really here,” you said.
She laughed. “Yeah. We are.”
“This is insane.”
“Best kind of insane.”
You leaned over the centre console, kissing her lightly, just a soft brush of lips that lingered for a second longer than necessary.
“Come on,” she murmured. “Let’s go inside before I fall asleep in the car.”
Inside, the villa was cool and bright, open and airy. The doors to the terrace were already open, letting the sea breeze drift through the space. You dropped your bag by the couch, kicking off your shoes, and immediately wandered toward the balcony.
Patri followed you, slipping her arms around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder as you both looked out at the view.
The sun was almost gone now, the sky deepening into soft purples and blues, the first stars beginning to appear.
“This might actually be my favourite place I’ve ever been,” you said.
She smiled against your neck. “Mine too. But I think that might just be because you’re here.”
You turned in her arms, facing her properly. “You’re not allowed to keep saying things like that.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ll start believing I’m the main character in a romance novel.”
She laughed, nose brushing yours. “You kind of are.”
You kissed her again, this time slower, deeper, her hands settling at your hips like they belonged there.
When you pulled back, you rested your forehead against hers.
“I’m really happy,” you said quietly.
She smiled, eyes soft. “Me too. Like… really happy.”
You moved to the couch, collapsing into it together, legs tangled, bodies warm and comfortable. Patri reached for the remote, turning on some random playlist, low and gentle.
You lay with your head in her lap, staring up at her, watching the way the lights from the terrace reflected in her eyes.
“What are you looking at?” she asked.
“You,” you replied easily.
She laughed. “That’s not an answer.”
“It is when it’s the truth.”
She shook her head, smiling, brushing your hair back from your face. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love it.”
“I do,” she admitted. “Unfortunately.”
You grinned. “Liar. You’re obsessed with me.”
“Maybe a little,” she said, completely unbothered.
