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LONG TIME NO SEE | THATTIEMELT

WHEN: May 31st, 2020.

WHERE: Thea Hudson’s house.

WHO: Thea Hudson & Patrick Donovan

EVENT: Patrick comes over to distract Thea for a bit, while her sister is in the hospital.

THEA: Thea had been home for a while now. And every moment she was away from Skylar she worried even more about her. She knew she needed to let others visit her, others show how they cared for her, allow others to help her, but Thea knew Skye better than anyone in the world. And leaving her because she knew right now she was not in the correct frame of mind to be a good Domme was one of the hardest things to face right now.

Patrick had been right, even if the Domme didn't want to admit that. He had been right about her rushing over there, but she also knew that she couldn't stand a moment without seeing her. Thea was thankful for Patrick. Especially after all the fighting that had occurred last night between her and Kurt. She just felt like they thought that she was making this about herself when that was the furthest thing from the truth. This was about Skylar, not her. Distance might help.

Thea had cried in the shower, let herself have her breakdown that she was needing to overcome before she texted Patrick that she was at home. Patrick had been a close friend since they became part of their friend group in New York. She had heard a little about him before actually meeting him. Mostly about how he was sleeping around with most of her friends and somehow they were all okay with that and still adored him. It was insane. But, as they grew closer as friends, Thea could understand that the man was a genuine person and a talented artist as well. She had not expected his arrival. She slid on a T-shirt and jeans, at this moment she didn't feel like being her fashionable self. Thea ignored the idea of blow-drying her hair and just let herself calm down, waiting for him to arrive.

PATRICK: It was truly a blessing in disguise when Thea had invited Patrick to come over. As selfish as it was, he didn't want to be by himself in his room, not even after the extremely hectic and weird 36 hours. So much had happened in that short space of time; being under Matthias' orders, the attack, finding Thea, putting Diana under orders. It was all a lot, but it kept his mind occupied with things that he could worry about in the moment, and not having to think about what his parents were doing, if his mom was crying herself to sleep at night like she'd done those two days that he had run away from home at the age of 15 - but he had actually just gone into New York for a concert and had crashed at a friend's place.

He had been truly shocked to find Thea here. Back in New York, he'd gone through all of the feelings of thinking he had lost her, and he'd been expecting the worst when she'd suddenly disappeared. But here she was. Apparently being on the island had made everything better for her. But then the attack on Skylar had happened, and everything seemed to shift. Patrick felt so sorry for both Skylar and Thea, for having to go through this, and he had tried his best to calm Thea down. She was still talking to him, which was a good sign in his eyes, and the invitation to come over and see her made him happy.

Her house was massive; he hadn't expected it to be so...prestigious. His jaw had dropped when he first saw it, but after a moment, he closed his mouth again, sighing. It was a completely different world, and yet it wasn't. Knocking on her door, Patrick took a step back, admiring the features around him, as he waited for Thea to open up the door. When it did, his head shut back and he instantly smiled at the sight before him. God, he'd missed that girl. "Thea..." He started, hearing his voice come out scratched. He hadn't even realized that his throat had gone dry. "Hi."

THEA: Hearing the door, she wasn't in her Domme space to ask him to kneel, and that wasn't the reason he was over anyway. This wasn't a scene. This was getting the chance to see her friend again. Other than Skye and Kurt, her friends were the people she had put a lot of her love and trust into. And she had thought about them for the last two weeks, hoping they weren't taking all of this too poorly. Thea opened the door to see the familiar face and found herself smiling as he she saw his dopey face. She couldn't help but raise her brows a bit at his voice, "Hey Pattie, aren't you going to come in and say hello?" She asked, trying to keep the mood light.

PATRICK: Thea had been one of Patrick's best friends in New York; he had a large circle of friends and acquaintances, which came from having to go to lots of art events and doing some networking. But Thea was different. They were on the same wavelength and had that specific type of banter that was all fun and games. She was absolutely stunning; he'd seen her in formal clothes before, but as she stood there in front of him, hair wet and casual clothes, Patrick knew that that was it. That was the Thea who could be stubborn and hot-tempered, but also so incredibly passionate and loyal. His lips curled into a grin at her question. "Nah, I'll stay out here," He joked back, before chuckling and walking up to her. "I've missed you," He let his arms wrap around her petite body to envelop her in a tight embrace. He could smell the shampoo that she'd just used. "How're you doing?"

THEA: She shook her head, trying to keep a straight face, "Oh, alright fine by me," Thea moving towards the door to close it on him, but then he came inside and felt his arms swallow her into a hug and she melted a little. She had missed his hugs, he always gave the best hugs. She shut the door before wrapping her arms around his neck, she felt good. Against Patrick's popular belief, her distance between the two of them was not because she found him unattractive or disliked him. At first it had been that she believed there would be nothing special to him about her if she said yes to having sex with him, but it made her special because she said no. But then it started to become the fact that she had never known what it was like to be in love or to have feelings for someone and so she tried to shut that off before that could happen. But right now, she selfishly needed him, and found herself annoyed with that. "I missed you too," she said as she placed a hand on the back of his head. "I've been better, but I've been worse," Thea said honestly.

PATRICK: This felt right. It felt safe. Like home. And it made Patrick's stomach turn. Closing his eyes, he took in the feeling of her small body against his, wrapped in his arms. The fabric of her t-shirt was soft under his fingertips and he could feel how her back arched slightly. Her hand on the back of his head caused a shiver to run down his spine. Patrick let out a shaky sigh. The days after her disappearance had been hard, and he'd wished that he'd spent more time with her. Seeing her then and there was making him immensely happy. He didn't really want to, but he pulled away from the hug, knowing that they couldn't just stand there and hug each other. A small smile grew on his lips as he looked at her, really took her in. It was those fucking eyes of hers that got to him. "I'm so impressed by you, you know?" He said, not thinking through what he was about to say. "I don't know anyone who's as strong as you," Nodding to himself to affirm it, he moved a hand up to push a strand of hair behind her ear. "I mean, that probably doesn't come as a surprise to you. What, with these guns of yours." He referenced to a previous comment he'd made with a cheeky smile, and gently squeezed her arm.

THEA: Thea sighed as she let him go, Her eyes on him, she was surprised by his words. A small smile tug at the corner of her lips as she listened to him. It wasn't as if Thea didn't think highly of herself, she had confidence and was happy with who she was the majority of the time. But Patrick's compliments hit a bit different. She joked back, "I can't blame you for that," she said before becoming serious again as she looked in his eyes. Not hating the way he touched her hair. A small laugh left her lips as he squeezed her arms, the only thing she ever really did was yoga and pilates. "Yeah, well one of us has got to be, and definitely isn't you," she teases before squeezing his muscular toned arm.

PATRICK: A chuckle escaped his lips and he grinned at the Domme in front of him. He liked how they could joke around; it was almost a form of therapy to Patrick. Not that he needed it, he'd lived an extremely privileged life so far, but it was nice to have that kind of relationship with someone. The feeling of her small hand wrapping around his arm made him realize just how delicate she was. He had no doubt that she could be rough if she wanted to be; her need to fight anyone who was in the wrong proved that to him, and that was one of the reasons why it hadn't been a surprise to him that she was a Domme. "I know, right? What even are dumbbells?" Patrick huffed sarcastically, and grinned. "Alright, show me around this place of yours. It sure as hell ain't that small 1-bedroom New York apartment that we're used to."

THEA: She let out a small laugh at his comment, shaking her head a bit. Feeling the weight on her shoulders diminish in a small amount as she let go of his arm and gave him a small kiss on the cheek as a thank you for being here. Thea lifted a finger up, "I'll have you know that Skye and I had a very chic 1-bedroom loft," she corrected him, but she definitely felt like this was a lot nicer. First showing off her living room, her kitchen, the pool and outdoors expansive area, showing where she had started a garden, bringing back inside showing off the guest room downstairs before bringing him upstairs to show off the other guest rooms, her design room that she had started to place a few sketches up before finally taking him towards her bedroom, "And now the master bed and bathroom," she opens the doors to show off the room.

PATRICK: The kiss on his cheek took him by surprise, it made his stomach drop for a beat. He knew that it was a small token of appreciation, but it was a big deal, at least to him. It almost felt like her lips still lingered there, even though she had clearly pulled away and was stood in front of him. It hadn't even lasted a second, but he could still feel her soft lips on his skin. He snapped out of it. This was not the right time, there were bigger things to deal with. Holding up his hands defensively, Patrick raised his eyebrows. "My apologies, I guess we can't all live as lavishly as the Hudson sisters," He joked. He was given the grand tour of the house, completely mesmerized with everything. It was completely different to what Patrick was currently living in; he wasn't complaining, anything was pretty much better than the small apartment he had in New York. But Thea's house compared to the place that he was currently living in...well, there was a clear divide between the two marks, that was for sure. Walking into her bedroom, Patrick's jaw dropped slightly. "Wow..." He mumbled to himself, impressed with it all. She was really living it up. "And you've got all of this to yourself, huh?" Patrick kept looking around, taking it all in. His gaze fell back to Thea's face after a while, giving her a teasing look before he walked towards her. "I bet no one's ever done this to a Domme..." He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder gently, before walking towards the bed and placing her down on it, grinning down at her.

THEA: She was trying to make this place her home and definitely was starting to enjoy all the benefits of the space. Thea had already set up one of the guest bedrooms for Skylar when she got out of the hospital. She smiled over at Patrick seeing his expression, "Yeah, it's pretty great, huh?" She admired the space, not looking to see her friend, confused for a moment but didn't react fast enough as he swooped her body off the ground, "Patrick!" She exclaimed as she slapped at his ass hard as he brought her over to her bed. "You really just wanted an excuse to come over towards the bed, all you had to do was ask nicely if you could see how comfortable my bed was," she said as she sat back up, taking his wrist and tugging him onto the bed. "And you will never do that again," she adds.

PATRICK: "Ow!" Patrick laughed as Thea slapped his ass. This was one of the things he'd missed about the girl; she played along with whatever was going on. It made doing something spontaneous like that much more fun. He couldn't help but smirk and shrug his shoulder at her comment. Maybe he'd wanted to get onto the bed, or maybe he'd just wanted to cheer her up and take her mind off of things for a bit. "But-" He was cut off when he felt her pull at his wrist. He landed next to her, and he instantly got himself comfortable on his side as he chuckled. Supporting his head with his arm, he looked at her. "But where's the fun in just asking?" That pretty much summed up Patrick; he liked doing something out-of-the-blue, and it resulted in him making some rash decisions sometimes. Smirking, Patrick moved onto his back, arms spread out above him as he took in how comfortable it was. Better than his own bed. "We'll see about that."

THEA: "I'm in charge, that's why," Thea said as she sat up looking down at him as he got more comfortable. She shook her head at his want to defy and she knew if she was in the mood to Domme she would absolutely prove him wrong on that front, but right now she was trying to relax and hope that he didn't think she would always be this way with him, even though they were friends. She shook her head as she pinched at his side. "No, only if I allow you to pick me up will I allow it," she said trying to be serious but she also was tired of being in charge. She definitely had not been responsive in a Domme manner to Kurt last night as he berated her, she should have punished him, but she was too caught up to do that at the moment. She relaxed back into her bed next to him and felt like sinking into the pillows.

PATRICK: Patrick had always had a problem with following orders. There was something about them that he just didn't like; he wanted to be his own person, make his own decisions and not have someone else control everything he did. It probably came down to his perfect childhood and how everything seemed to fine on the surface that made Patrick want to rebel against authorities. Looking up at Thea, the smirk remained on his face as he watched her. He wanted to see more of this dominating side of her, but now wasn't the right time. "Okay, okay, you're in charge. You win this one," He gave in, and chuckled. Feeling her body settle down next to his, Patrick licked his lips and looked over at her. She was so beautiful. She had been Patrick's favorite person to draw, and every facial feature of hers was embedded in his brain. He knew how sharp her jawline was, the way her eyebrows arched slightly, how full and red her lips were. He bit down on his lip for a brief second before sitting up again, his hand supporting his head and hovering slightly over the girl. "Am I stepping over any lines if I do this?" He asked her quietly and leaned in to give her cheek a soft peck.

THEA: She was lost in though, her fingers going to her necklace, one she had been given a long time ago with just a 'T' she used the point to press into her thumb as she moved the charm back and forth as she just stayed silent. It was hard not to think about if her sister was alone right now or if siblings were there. She tried not to think about all the times she had to soothe Skye from pure panic or she started mumbling, but the worst was when she was completely silent. Thea tried not to think about those things, brought back to reality by Patrick looking down at her. She hated not being "top", it was even worse because she hated not having the power. But she looked up at him as he spoke, confused for a second before he kissed her cheek. A small laugh left her lips as she shook her head. "I think that's quite alright," his lips were soft and a heat rushed through her body for a moment before she sat back up as well.

PATRICK: The sound of Thea's laughter was like a sweet symphony that Patrick could listen to, day in and day out. It was heartwarming and it made him grin. It was exactly the reaction that he was hoping to get out of her. "Phew..." He started, pretending to wipe the nervous sweat off of his forehead. "Good, because I don't think I would've been able to not do that," He told her. He watched as she sat up next to him, and he smiled, reaching over to take her hand into his. "Now, the question in..." He let out a deep breath, his eyes moving down to look at his fingers playing with hers. He kept his eyes there for a bit and drew the silence out, until he looked back up at her again. "Have you eaten anything yet?"

THEA: Thea looked over at Patrick, smiling as he tried to cheer her up with his antics. "I know, I know, I'm just so very irresistible to you," she said trying to keep the teasing going as she hoped that would help lift spirits a bit. She felt his hand and didn't make an attempt to move it away as he looked so serious playing with her fingers, studying them as if he was sketching them in his mind. The question made her tense a bit, "Yeah, I had a banana earlier when they brought in some food for Skylar," she assured him. "You don't have to worry about me, Patrick," she said before leaning over towards him their faces closer together, "Was that the real question you wanted to ask? Or did you chicken out?"

PATRICK: "Alright, don't get cocky about it now," Patrick teased gently, giving her shoulder a light nudge. "I think it's pretty obvious that you are, but let's not brag about it." He tried to pull a serious expression, but he failed and had to succumb to his small signature smile. He wasn't one to really hide how he was feeling, and so he tended to agree with the girl when she gave herself a compliment. His thumb ran over her knuckles gently as he felt her tense up, his eyebrows immediately shooting upwards. He hadn't meant to make her feel uncomfortable with his question. "You know I can't just turn it off," He told her softly. It was like a built-in thing for Patrick. He wanted nothing but the best for his friends and family; and that usually came with a lot of worrying to do. Fuck. She moved closer to him. Why was she all of a sudden so close to him? Fuck. What was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to be listening to her? Surely he was supposed to be falling into a deep trance as he stared at those hazel eyes that he was so familiar with, after having studied them and printed them onto his brain? Right? No? Fuck, wake up, Patrick, he told himself and had to snap out of it. He only just noticed that his jaw had dropped slightly. "Um..." He mumbled for a bit. Had he even been listening? "Do you want chicken? I can make you some chicken."

THEA: Giving a small shrug, "I'm not cocky, just confident," she said as she looked back towards him. And in just the words that he said encapsulated why the two of them were friends. Thea felt his thumb over her knuckle, her fingers moving gingerly over his palm. She was watching his expression up close and couldn't tell what he was thinking, if there was indeed something else he wanted to say. But brows only furrowed in confusion as he offered to make her chicken. A laugh leaving her lips before saying, "No, no I'm good, I don't want any chicken, I said was that all you wanted to ask me?" She said as she placed a hand on his cheek, her thumb brushing over it. This wasn't the first time she had ever been tempted to kiss Patrick, but it was certainly the first time she would be acting on it as she moved forward to close in the space, her lips brush up against his before kissing him slowly.

PATRICK: Patrick hummed lightly, smirking to himself. He enjoyed that Thea knew that she was hot and that Patrick didn't have to constantly reassure her about it. It just made it that much easier to talk about it with her. And boy, had he talked about it with her. Every time Patrick had tried to properly describe how beautiful he thought she was, he'd lose his words, and would eventually have to give up, and a few hours later just hand her a sketch of herself. That was his way of showing her how much attention he paid to her and the little quirks that she had, because if he tried to describe it, he'd fail. "I've got a million questions," He confessed quietly, before he felt her hand on his cheek. "But they can wait," His eyes unlocked themselves from getting lost in hers and moved down to her lips, watching as they came closer and closer. Those perfectly full lips. Then he felt them. Finally. He closed his eyes, taking in the sensation. God, they were so soft. How the hell could lips be so soft?! It was slow and gentle, and, and, and- wait, Thea was kissing him. Thea Hudson was actually kissing him! How the hell did that happen?! The realization made Patrick respond to the kiss, moving his lips against hers as he finally laced his fingers with hers.

THEA: Thea felt all her worries about her sister still looming in the back of her mind, but right now she felt the need to thank Patrick for being there for her. He had for years been politely persistent and yet still grown into a good friend as well and as much as she wanted to pretend she hadn't enjoyed him pining over her, the mystery could be over and she could let him in. Now they were on an island where she was a Domme and he was a Switch and although he could absolutely have sex with plenty of people here, she knew that they meant a lot to one another. She hoped that her step-sister wasn't catching feelings, because that might be a problem, but her impulses didn't think about that now as she kissed him again, and kept her lips on top of his, her tongue sliding into one more kiss before she pulled away, searching over his facial expression.

PATRICK: Patrick thanked his lucky stars for whatever was happening right now. This moment was something he'd thought of many times back in New York, after having hung out with the girl and making it very obvious that he wanted her. Sure, he'd gotten a reputation for being a manwhore, but he wasn't the type of person to sleep with someone and then just abandon them. He wanted the connection with them, he needed that in his life, because it made it so much more interesting than what he'd grown up with. Thea was one of the most interesting and intricate people that Patrick had met and he felt drawn to her. She was a complicated girl, and he found that fascinating about her. A quiet but pained moan managed to escape his lips when she pulled away from the kiss. Instinctively, he leaned back in again, searching for her, begging her to come back, before he realized that she wasn't there. He opened his eyes instead and saw her scanning his face, and he pinched his nose, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. "That was...um..." He cleared his throat softly before making a decision. "Yeah, I'm gonna need a second round if you want a thorough review." And with that, he leaned back in again, his hand moving to her waist, squeezing it softly.

THEA: A small laugh left her lips as he groaned at her pulling away. She wasn't laughing at him, more like at his reaction of wanting more. She smiled back at his as she pressed her lips together for a moment, feeling a bit of the pressure of his lips on hers still. Thea tried to figure out what he was going to say, laughing a bit more as he tried to feed her one of his smooth lines. "Who said that's what I was asking for," she said before leaning back in again as she felt his hand at her waist. Her lips greeted his again for a moment before murmuring against his lips, "We're just kissing for today, okay?" Before kissing him with a bit more passion, a hand moving to the back of his head once more as she kissed his lips, seeing why he ended up luring all those people in.

PATRICK: Smiling into the kiss, Patrick moved closer to Thea. He hummed lightly into the kiss, "You're gonna get one anyway," He swiped his tongue over her upper lip. "Because they're just that good," Patrick whispered and continued to kiss her. It felt amazing to finally be kissing the girl. Her bubblegum tongue against his made him feel like he was floating on air, and her hand in his hair gave him that familiar feeling, like earlier when they'd hugged - it was sensual and real. Nodding as he heard her, Patrick agreed. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, and he was scared that maybe she would assume that he was taking advantage of her vulnerability at the moment. That was the last thing he wanted. "Kissing you is awesome," He mumbled against her lips. He wanted to do it until they couldn't breathe, and then, once they were ready again, he wanted to keep going.

THEA: She smiled as he told her that her kisses were just that good for a review. Thea was going to say something cocky again, but instead just focused on kissing him instead as she was all too glad to do now that they had started. She moves to straddle his lap as she continues kissing him. It was clear they were making up for the years of knowing each other and not spending time kissing each other. But it also felt good to have waited so long and hoping that for Patrick it was well worth the wait. She laughs a bit at his simple phrase as both her hands move to cup his cheeks as she kissed him one last passionate time before pulling away once more.

PATRICK: Was it getting hot in here? It sure was starting to feel hot, Patrick was sure of it. Thea didn't need her heating to be on, if that was what was happening. His lips moved passionately with hers as he deepened the kiss. This was something else - Thea was something else. For years, he had wondered what it would be like to be in this exact situation and here he was, finally doing it. She had teased him for what had felt like an eternity, but Patrick was so happy to finally be kissing her. Feeling her move on top of him, Patrick sucked in a deep breath through his nose. She needed to be careful if kissing was all they were going to do. A muffled groan left his mouth, and his arms moved to be flat against the small of her back. Fingers grabbing onto her t-shirt, he was getting really into the kiss, when the Domme on top of him decided to pull away. He hated that already. It took him a moment before he opened his eyes to look at her and then he smirked softly. "12 out of 10, I can definitely recommend kissing you."

THEA: She had a feeling she might be riling Patrick up a bit, especially after making it clear that they would only be kissing. And his hands went to her back and her shirt. She felt her body just giving in to the things she had been holding back for years in the kiss. She wondered what her friends back home would have said. Probably something along the lines of ‘Finally!’ They had been making bets for years now, some about whether or not they would kiss some about whether they would have sex at one point there was even one about marriage. Thea opened her eyes to see his still closed for a moment. She gave one small peck to appease him before smiling at his words. “Damn, I give you a full on make out session and that’s all I get?” She teased as she felt the tingling on her lips. “I figure now you know it was worth the wait,” she also added as her eyes stayed on his. Her hands moving to cup his face as she looked down at him.

PATRICK: A soft laugh filled the room when he heard Thea's joke. "Hey, that's a sold 12, people don't get a lot of those from me," He told her, beaming up at her. If there really wasn't a way to get home and he would have to stay here, then he figured it wouldn't be so bad - he had Thea there. And no matter what would happen, he'd be sure to not mess up their friendship, that was way too valuable to him. Frowning, Patrick suddenly got scared. "You're not gonna make me wait another 5-6 years for the next kiss, are you?" He would probably be able to do it, but that didn't mean that he wanted to. "You've just gotten me hooked, you can't take them away from me again, that's not fair." He justified, moving his face slightly so he could leave a soft kiss on her palm. He moved his hands around her back soothingly, wanting to discover every inch of her body and feeling every curve - even with her clothes on. "What if I push it up to 15 out 10, would that convince you to kiss me sooner than in 5 to 6 years time?"

THEA: Thea let out a laugh as she shook her head, “Oh, so I’m not the only 12 out of 10?” She raises a brow. She obviously was just messing with him considering he had made himself abundantly clear even before the kiss. But she looked at his face again as she saw him almost look worried. “What?” She started to laugh at his words, her eyes widening. “Patrick, you realize you sound like an addict who is negotiating to get more drugs!” She felt his lips press again her hand and lightly laughed. “Oh so you think you can up the ante to 15? I just figured you would paint a picture of how it felt,” she teased a bit before giving his lips a slow kiss. “I was thinking maybe 10 or 15 more years for another kiss.” She grinned mischievously before giving him another kiss before getting off his lap. “I’m not going to make you wait, Pattie Melt.”

PATRICK: "Hey, no one beats Madeline from 3rd grade. She was, after-all, my first crush," Patrick explained, moving in to rub his nose against Thea's. He liked this, how close they were being, and how she seemed to be happier. Patrick wasn't going to be completely arrogant and say that it was all because of him, but he liked to think that maybe he'd somewhat cheered her up for now. "Well, that's what your kisses do to me, okay?" He said defensively. "I've been waiting this long for them, I'm gonna damn well make sure to get as many as I possibly can." Patrick smiled, loving the sound of Thea's laugh. It was pure affirmation to him that he was doing the right thing. "If I had some art supplies, I totally would. You know me," He started, letting out a dramatic sigh. "I can only express my feelings through a paintbrush," Patrick instantly melted into the kiss that she gave, taking in the taste of her lips. It was sweet. "What?!" Shocked, that's what he was. He couldn't possibly go 10-15 years! That would just be pure torture! Surely he would be settled down by then, with a wife and three kids and a 401k! His heartbeat was racing as he watched her get off of him, and then he heard her. His hand immediately flew to his chest, to rest above his heart. "You can't say something like that. You scared the shit out of me, Thea."

THEA: She gave a small shrug, "She sounds like a cunt," she says deadpan, obviously just joking once more before being surprised as he brought his nose for a eskimo kiss. It felt weird and foreign, something her mother would have done when she and her siblings were little. Affection felt hard for her, but she accepted it for now. Letting out another laugh, Thea shook her head, "Again, you sound like my kisses are crack." She gave a nod, "That's fair, maybe if you get a job, you can get some art supplies and do that," she offered before they went on to a whole other teasing. The way he panicked was so genuine and hilarious she couldn't help but start laughing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just was having a little fun." Thea said as she kissed him one more time before finally moving to get off the bed. "I think it's about time I go back to the hospital," she shared.

PATRICK: "Oh, she ended up becoming one. She used to tell people that I couldn't read, because I'd get nervous when we had to read out loud," Patrick humored her, shaking his head to himself as he remembered the betrayal he felt. "Reading was one of the things I did the best, she should've come for my math skills instead, they're terrible." His hands moved to her hips, squeezing them gently as he laughed at her comment. "Maybe they are," He shrugged his shoulders, not really caring if he sounded dumb for not wanting to go without her kisses for that long again. Sighing to himself, Patrick nodded. He didn't want to get a job, because that meant he would be settling down, but he was also starting to feel like he could really use the money. "Yeah, maybe I'll look into the job thing." He been drawing little things on the steamed up windows in the shower, because he was missing being creative so much. His shock had been quite similar to the one that he'd gotten, when he'd woken up to a text saying that Thea was gone. He'd completely freaked out, starting calling her endlessly, emailing her, showing up at her place, with no indication of where she was. Those moments scared him; maybe this one not as much, but the fear that she might be taken away from him again still lingered. "You think that's fun? You're gonna be the death of me, I swear..." Patrick mumbled. He got from his seat on the bed and nodded. "Are you going to be okay?"

THEA: She gave a nod, "With a name like Madeline, it's just destined to happen, unless you go by Maddie." Thea couldn't help but laugh a little before giving him a sympathetic pout. "What a bitch, I'm sorry she did that to you, P." Giving him a stroke to the cheek as she looked over his features as he told her that they were like crack. She raised a brow at his words, "No, you should definitely look into the job thing. I'm the manager at The Bikini Bottom, but once I raise enough money, I'm going to open up my own fashion boutique," she said to him as she felt excited to finally put that plan in action. "I've already started making a specific male's booty short line," she mused before going back to the topic. "Wasn't I already before I kissed you?" She teased before giving him space to stand when he got up. Giving a small shrug, "I'll be fine because I'll know I'm with my sister."

PATRICK: Chuckling, Patrick nodded, agreeing with her. He shrugged his shoulders casually and smiled. "It's okay. It's taken me years to get over, but I'm not mad about it anymore." He leaned into her hand as he felt her stroking his cheek, loving the attention that she was giving him in that moment. It was so soft, and gentle, and the exact opposite of who she'd shown she was in the chat, a couple of days prior. This was the Thea that he knew and adored. Impressed, his smile widened. "You're the manager? Damn, girl, look at you...Out here making something of yourself," He beamed proudly. He knew how talented she was in terms of the fashion stuff, but thinking about it, he could definitely see her fitting into some high-end role like that. "What's "The Bikini Bottom" though? It's not like some tacky Spongebob-themed place, right? Like, they don't worship him as a god around here?" Patrick rambled on, confused. There were still so many things that he needed to find out about the island. A chuckle escaped his lips. "Of course you have," He started, letting his head fall as he kept laughing softly to himself. "Were you thinking of me when you designed them?" Patrick raised his head again, revealing the soft smirk on his face. "Oh, big time, Thee," Taking her hand into his, he ran his thumb over her knuckles and started walking out of the bedroom and towards the front door again - desperately hoping that he could remember the way. "I want "I Will Survive" played at my funeral, okay? You're responsible for making sure that happens, especially since you're responsible for my death." He grinned, looking over at her. Reaching the door, Patrick stopped in his tracks to look at his best friend and nodded. "If you need anything, you know where I am. And give her a high-five and, tell her 'good job' for pulling through, from me."

THEA: "I hear you and I see you," she said in a bit of a teasing manner as she placed a supportive hand on his shoulder. She nodded at his question. "I mean it's a retail shop," she gave a shrug not thinking it a big deal really. It gave her money to do things and that's really what mattered to her. She laughed a bit shaking her head, "What? No! It's the sex shop." She smirked wondering how he would react to that tidbit of news. Thea smirked a bit at Patrick's question. "Well, they are embroidered booty shorts that say Thea's Bitch on them, you're free to model them for me any time." She teases before a softer smile rose on her lips. She let him take her hand as they walk back down the stairs. Raising her brows at his requests, "You joke, but my step-brother is a mortician." She says before adding, "But don't talk like that, even if it is a joke." Thea stopped back to where they had been before. She nodded in return at his comment, "Yeah, I'm not high-fiving Skylar and telling her good job for getting surviving being stabbed, you weirdo." Thea said before leaning towards him an giving him a kiss at the corner of his lips. "I'll text you later, okay?"

PATRICK: It had been amazing, seeing Thea again. Even if the kissing hadn't been involved, just being around her, knowing that she was okay and not hurt in any way was so important to Patrick. She seemed to be doing okay, everything considered, but the guy still worried - nothing was going to stop that. A sly smirk appeared, and he took a step closer, his hands moving to her hips. "Does that mean you get a discount?" He asked, more jokingly than anything else. It was just kissing for now. But even if she was still making him chase after her, he would still have made that comment. His laughter came out soft as he heard the next bit. "Thea's Bitch? That sounds about right," He laughed and shook his head. It was right up her street to go and make something like that - again, it was one of the reasons why it hadn't surprised him when he found out that she was a Domme. Giving her hand a squeeze, he smiled softly at her. "Don't worry, I'm immortal, nothing could ever happen to me," He promised her with a slight shrug to his shoulders. "Aw, fine," Patrick pouted for a second. "But do give her a hug from me, please?" He asked her. Feeling her lips back on his, Patrick smiled brightly. "You better, I want updates on how she's doing." Turning to open the door, he was about to walk out before he turned around and gave her another quick peck on her lips. "Bye!"

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