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Part Ten

"YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!" Andy screamed, dropping to his knees in victory.
Joe stomped his foot. "DAMNIT!"
I turned and smiled at Patrick. "See? Problem solved!"
Andy ran off to go to the living room. "Farrah! Hey, Farrah, do you want to-"
We heard him stop abruptly so we all ran into the living room to see what was going on. Sure enough, Andy came in to ask Farrah on a date and...she decided to make out with Pete. Andy and Joe had their mouths to the floor and Patrick and I glanced at each other, biting our lips to hold back laughter. It got to be too much.
Patrick completely lost it. He started laughing so hard he had to lean up against the wall and he subsequently fell to the floor, clutching him stomach. "OH MY GOD! OH MY...OH GOD! HA! YOU GUYS SUCK!" he pointed at Joe and Andy. I was giggling behind the both of them and patted them on the back.
"This is why you don't play video games to fight for a girl. She will not wait forever. Which apparently, she hasn't waited at all." I coughed loudly to get Pete and Farrah's attention, and they broke apart quickly. Pete spoke first. 
"Oh, guys, dude. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to be all like-"
Joe interrupted him and put up both his hands in surrender. "Psh, not my problem. Apologize to Andy. He's the one that won the battle." 
I smirked at the both of them. "Yeah, over Rock, Paper, Scissors." I mocked.
Patrick was still on the floor and laughed again. "Oh, Jesus CHRIST! AHAHAHAHA! Oh jeez..." he wiped a tear that was rolling down his face and stood up. "Oh god, my stomach hurts."
I gave him a pouty face and turned to everyone else. "Aw, see? Now look what you've all done!" I put my hand over Patrick's stomach. "You've gone and hurt Patrick." I mocked. Pete rolled his eyes at me. Andy walked up to Farrah. "So, are you with Pete then? Because...you know. I like you. And I was hoping we could go on a date...sometime. If you're not...with Pete." he said awkwardly.
Farrah looked down at her shoes. "I don't know. Pete, are we together?"
I could tell by the look on her face she couldn't decide whether or not she wanted him to say yes or no. She truly looked confused, which isn't normal for Farrah. She always has an aura of confidence around her that I've always been envious of, but tonight, it was gone.
Pete looked from Joe to Andy and back to Farrah. "Um...uh...I don't know either. I guess not, if we don't know." Farrah looked sad for a moment but she shook it off quickly. She looked up at Andy who was standing in front of her. "Then..yes. I'll totally go on a date with you."
"YES! I mean, great! That sounds great!"
"How about tonight?"
"It's kinda late isn't it?"
"The clubs are still open aren't they?"
"Hell yeah, they are!"
She grabbed him by the waist and he took her by the waist as well. "Anyone else coming?" Farrah called over her shoulder. Joe and Pete shrugged. "I'm in." they both said and walked off. Patrick walked up behind me and grabbed me, as if he was stopping me from following them. "We'll stay here then. You know...guard the place." he smiled. Pete nodded and saluted as he shut the door behind him. 
I turned around to face him and ripped off his hoodie.
"Well, well, well, look who's getting a bit feisty!" he smirked, but not fighting back.
"I've been TRYING to hold myself back for the last half hour, Mr. Stump, I don't think I can do it much longer."
"Well, Mrs. Stump, then something should be done about that, then."
My eyes opened wide when he called me Mrs. Stump. I had almost forgotten that the man I was with, was now my fiancé. He was mine. And I was his.
"Then take me." I whispered in his ear, as I pushed my hips against his.
"Gladly." he whispered back and lifted me up into his arms. He walked down the hall to his bedroom, and he set me down at the doorway and shut the door behind him. I quickly got all my clothes off before he turned around. He finally turned to look at me and his mouth dropped. "My god, you are beautiful." he spoke. He came towards me and kissed my neck, down to my collarbone, and then to my chest. I took a deep breath as his mouth glided over my breast. He then moved down to my stomach as his kisses got more intense. He dropped to his knees in front of me and he kissed my thighs, as I took my hand and ran it through his hair, taking his hat off in the process. He never seemed to notice. He ran his hands up my leg, and continued to kiss softly all over my body. He stood back up and kept kissing. I had closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation, but quickly turned his head to face me.
"I want you." I whispered softly.
"I want you more than you'll ever know..." he whispered back.
"Show me." I growled in his ear.
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Patrick's POV

I grabbed her and set her on the bed. I took off my clothes quickly and straddled her. I pressed my chest against hers and kissed her hard, moaning in the back of my throat from the sensation. I was going to make love to my...wife. I got so excited at the thought, I got harder than I was before. She wrapped her arms around me, begging for me. "Please, Trick, I need you in me." she whispered.
I decided to use this to my advantage. I placed myself right at her opening, but never entered. Not yet.
"How badly?" I moved myself closer to her. I was just barely touching her opening.
"VERY badly..." she moaned.
"And what's the magic word?" I said playfully, stroking my hand over her breasts.
"PLEASE! PATRICK!" she begged, louder.
"Please what?" I pressed at her gently.
"FUCK ME, PATRICK! I WANT YOU IN ME, NOW!" she screamed, digging her nails into my back. I was satisfied. I slowly pressed myself into her. She was still as tight as she was when we met, which didn't make it any easier for me to enter her. I groaned and I was finally completely inside her. Knowing that I was having sex with my fiancé got me going again. I didn't even bother starting slow. I went hard and deep. "PATRICK! OH MY GOD!" she screamed, as I thrust into her. I moaned loudly, "Oh, KEL!" Her walls were already tightening around me and I kept going, struggling to thrust because of her tightness. Her body went into spasms, and I knew I had been successful in pleasuring her at least once tonight. Her face contorted as she screamed my name over and over as I kept thrusting into her. She was never more beautiful than at that moment. The way her hair was strung out all over the pillow, and the way her body moved as she tossed and turned. She was at my mercy. She was willingly at my mercy.
Her walls relaxed again, but I kept going. I slowed down for a second, and pressed myself against her, leaving no space between me and her. She pressed her lips onto mine and I slowly moved myself in and out of her, our bodies rubbing together. "Oh, that feels good..." she whispered, and gasped as I pushed myself in deep. "Right there, keep moving right there.." she gasped again, as I moved only a little and keeping pressing on that one spot. She started breathing heavier, and I could feel myself about to come. I held onto it until I felt her body release again, and her walls tightened around me. I groaned loudly, and I finally let my love loose.
"Oh god...oh my god..." I whispered, collapsing at her chest.
"You were fantastic, Trick. You keep getting better and better."
"Oh yeah? Well, you weren't too bad yourself. You're one HELL of a lover, Kel." I said breathlessly, trying to get out a laugh.
She giggled slightly, and I felt her body spasm slightly again. "Jeez, was it that good?" I said, pulling myself slowly out of her and looking her straight in the eyes.
"Oh yeah...I usually feel those for at least half an hour."
My eyebrows lifted in surprise. "I'm....sorry about that, then." 
She shook her head quickly as she spasmed again and winced. She closed her eyes and smiled. "No, no, no, it's fine. Don't be sorry. It feels fantastic. I may look like I'm in pain, but it's most definitely not. It's just the orgasm taking its course." she grinned. "I think you're much better than you think you are, Trick."
"Ah, well. That's a common thing."
I laid down next to her and put my arm around her shoulder. "You know, maybe-" I had started to say something, but was interrupted by a crashing sound in the living room. "Oh, are you fucking serious?" I whispered. I got up quietly, putting my glasses, my boxers and my t-shirt back on, motioning for Kel to stay in bed. I opened the door and slowly walked down the hall to the living room. 
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Keliah's POV

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!!" I heard him scream. I quickly opened the dresser drawer in his room and grabbed a Bowie t-shirt and sprinted out to the hall. I heard footsteps and I was behind Patrick, holding onto his arm, in a second. Pete and Joe were standing at the living room wall, with their ears pressed against it. Pete looked a bit drunk already. "OH! Trick, buddy! We were just-" I felt Patrick's hand clench into a fist. "Leaving?" he asked through clenched teeth. "Yeah!" Joe exclaimed quickly, slowly backing away from the wall and from Patrick, with a slightly scared look on his face. "Leaving!" Then, Pete made a big mistake. Pete walked up to Patrick and said, "Yeah, we were just listening to you and your girlfriend banging each other. No harm." I tried my hardest to pull Patrick's arm back, but I was too late. Patrick's fist had gone right to the right side of Pete's face. I covered my mouth with my hands to stop a little scream from coming out as Pete stumbled backwards. I grabbed Patrick's arm gently and pulled it back down to his side as Joe walked up to Pete and tried to stop him from falling. He saw the expression on my face and tried to comfort me. "He'll be fine. He deserved that one. He gets hit in the face all the time for the stupid shit he does.."
Patrick stood there silently with his arms crossed. "Are you guys going to leave then?" I slowly regained composure and anger struck me as well. "Yeah...I feel a bit violated that two guys were listening in on us."
Pete slurred a bit, but he piped up again. "You sounded fantastic, Trick. Well done, my ma-" Joe quickly covered his mouth so he couldn't say anything else stupid. Patrick finally broke a smile and grinned at Joe. "Thank you." he said calmly. Joe nodded. "Anytime, man. I'm really sorry about this. I didn't hear much, I came in here only to stop him from listening and to tell him to get out before you both heard us. And...as you can tell...he's a bit drunk. He probably won't even remember what happened. Except for possibly how he got that shiner on his face. We're cool though, right?"
Patrick finally relaxed his arms, and I had my hand on his shoulder. "Yeah. We're fine. I'm gonna be having a talk with Pete tomorrow anyways because he really needs to stop this. He needs some fucking....medication or something for these mood swings." he sighed.
I wrapped my arms around his left arm, finally feeling secure again. "This happens a lot?" Joe shook his head. "More than you can even imagine. Have a good night guys. I will try to keep Pete the Pervert out of here." I watched Joe as he tried to sling the slightly unconscious Pete over his shoulder to help him up. Curiosity got the better of me and I had to ask.
"Where's Andy and Farrah?"
"They're in the hallway making out probably. They haven't had their hands off each other since we left." he said, looking disgruntled. I heard Patrick giggle and that made me smile. "See you tomorrow, Joe." Patrick called after him. 
"Yeah, bye guys." he said, and we watched as he shut the door.
Patrick sighed and put his hand to his face. "I am so so so sorry. I have stupid friends."
I laughed at him and started walking towards the kitchen. "I won't argue with that. But you don't have to be sorry. If we're getting married then...I'll just have to get used to them, that's all. It actually didn't shock me much that Pete was the one with his ear to the wall." I shrugged, grabbing a bowl of strawberries from the fridge.
Patrick sighed. "I guess you're right, but I'm sorry about them nonetheless. And-oh my god, I love strawberries." he said, reaching for the bowl. I pulled it out of his reach quickly. "You've got to come get them, first!" I said running a few feet and turning back to face him.
"Oh, are you serious? I can't even have strawberries out of my own fridge?" he whined.
"Nope. Not unless you get them from me." I slyly put one in my mouth, biting into it and licking my lips. "Oh, I get it now." he said, smirking. "You think you can get me all excited and stuff just by licking some strawberries. That's so totally-" He bit down on his lip as I sucked on another one and bit down into it, strawberry juice coating my lips. "-going to actually work." he finished. He ran after me soon enough and I led him back into the bedroom with the bowl. I giggled as I laid down on the bed with my head on the wrong end. I put a strawberry into my mouth backwards and Patrick quickly came over to the end of the bed and took a bite of it. I spit out the other half and, as cliche as it sounds, we kissed upside down. I could feel him smile as we kissed, tongues battling inside each others mouth. 
He tasted like strawberries.
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The next morning was quiet. I woke up rather early at about 8:00 with Patrick's arm wrapped around my shoulder. I turned over to face him. He always compliments me on how I look in the mornings, but I don't think he ever realizes how cute he looks when he sleeps. The sunshine hitting his face made his complexion look perfect and soft. His lips were pressed together comfortably, curved upwards in a faint smile. His hair had fallen from being tucked behind his ears, and caressed the sides of his face, enhancing his every feature. Without his hat on, his hair stuck up all over the place from tossing and turning in the night. It was adorable. His glasses sat on the dresser next to him. Without the glasses, I knew when he opened his eyes, there was nothing blocking me from seeing those beautiful eyes this morning. I smiled as I took the back of my hand and ran it over his sideburns, along his jawline. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled back at me. The sunlight danced in his eyes, making the green in his eyes stand out beautifully, shining like emeralds.
"Good morning, beautiful..." he said quietly.
"Good morning to you, gorgeous." I replied back, giggling softly.
"Why are you awake so early?" he said, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.
"I don't know. I just kind of...got up. I've only been awake for awhile. You're so cute when you sleep."
"Oh, really? I'm sure my hair doesn't look as good as yours does right now."
I shrugged. "You look adorable with messed up hair."
"And you look adorable all the time."
He leaned over and kissed me quickly and got up out of bed. "I'm going to go take a shower."
"Can I join you?" I said, raising my eyebrow and biting my lip.
His eyes opened a bit wider than what they were, signaling he was awake for sure now. "Oh, most definitely." he walked off into the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom, and I watched as he walked away. I slowly pulled myself off the bed, giving him time to get undressed from his t-shirt and boxers. I casually walked into the bathroom, took off his shirt that I had been wearing and I saw the faint outline of his body through the textured glass. I quickly opened the door and stepped in. Patrick turned around to see me walk in. "Well, hello." he said, with a smirk on his face. "And how are you doing this fine morning, Mrs. Stump?" I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. "Perfect, now that I'm here with you." I pulled back only to speak and I kissed him again. I could feel the warm water running down my back, along with Patrick's hands running up and down my spine. We were soon standing right underneath the fountain of water coming out of the shower head. I ran my fingers through his wet hair, and he glided his hands over my breasts and to my stomach. I felt one of his hands go down lower and before I could say anything, I felt two fingers press up inside me and I let out a small scream. "Oh, Patrick..." I ran my hands down his back, and I felt another finger get inserted inside me. He moved his three fingers up and down and then curled them forward towards him. I gasped, throwing my head back into the water. I heard Patrick whisper, "You are so beautiful..." and he pulsated his fingers up and down again, curling his fingers up each time. Eventually an orgasm flooded through me and threw myself at Patrick, whispering his name and leaning on his body for support. He kept his fingers in, and with every time he pressed his fingers upwards in me, my muscles contracted, causing more spasms. He did that for a while, and I could tell that he was loving the power he had over me; being able to make me orgasm with only the touch of his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and he smirked at me as he did it. God, that was hot. We finally got through with our shower and we stepped out, each grabbing a towel.
"Patrick...you didn't have to do all that you know. I'm not saying I didn't like it or anything, but-"
"It's fine, I wanted to. Do I have to have a reason to please my fiancé?"
"No, I guess not. Thank you for that, then."
"Anytime." he smirked. 
I followed him back to his bedroom, we both had towels wrapped around us, and it suddenly hit me.
"Trick, I don't have any clothes here." 
"Oh, shit. Right. Here." he handed me one of his smaller t-shirts, and rushed out of the room quickly. He came back with a pair of bright teal pants. "Here, I stole them from Pete's room. He owes me anyways for the shit he pulled last night." I grabbed them and paused. "What am I supposed to use for underwear? Wait, never mind." I said. I walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of his briefs. "HA! Now I'm good."
"You're going to wear my underwear?"
"Does that bother you? 'Cause I won't wear them if it does-"
"No, no...that is...HOT." he said, running a hand through his hair.
I got dressed in front of him (I'd done it before and we were going to be married, so I might as well, right?), pulling on his briefs, and pulling Pete's pants up over them. They fit perfectly. A bit snug around the hips, which was weird, but Pete had a skinny, girly figure, so I wasn't all that surprised. I saw Patrick stare at me as I rummaged through the pile of clothes I had worn yesterday, and grabbed my bra. I got it on just as easily as Patrick had taken it off the night before. I pulled his shirt on over my head and smiled at him.
"How do I look?"
"As wonderful as ever."