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The room is full to the brim of instruments and amplifiers and cables and stuff. I'm still just overwhelmed and can't speak. Patrick grins.

"Do you like it?"

"I absolutely positively love it!" I gasp.

"So yeah, I recorded most of 'Soul Punk' and 'Truant Wave' in this very room," he declares proudly.

And in that instant I realize that he has embraced the fact that I am, whatever this is that we have, a fan of his music. And Patrick seems okay with it. More than okay, since he's proudly talking about his music with me.

I walk around the sound proofed room, stroking my fingers carefully over his Stump-O-Matic, his piano, his drum kit with his logo on it.

I look up at him while I'm over by the drums and try to smile as sweetly as I can.

"Play me something?"

Patrick chuckles.

"Should've expected you'd ask that… Well, I think I might still owe you, for being a prick earlier…" he smiles at the corner of his mouth.

He walks over to me, and gives me a tiny kiss on the cheek.

"Sure!" and he sits down behind the kit.

Patrick picks up the sticks, clears his throat a little and starts drumming a slow familiar beat. Then he starts to sing.

"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord…"

My knees almost buckle, his voice is pure perfection. And this song… Phil Collins. He did it during my concert, and it brings back fond memories. I sit down on the piano stool, and just watch him with the most satisfied grin.

Patrick smiles while he's singing. I love it when he plays the drums. He is so damn sexy! When he reaches the drumming crescendo in the song I have to summon all my self-control not to squeal out loud. It's fucking awesome!

Patrick plays a short version of the song, but I'm so happy he did it at all. I walk up to him when he's done, and kiss him on top of his head as he still sits behind his drums.

"Thank you…" I smile down on him. "That was absolutely awesome… Your voice is so beautiful."

"Thank you!" he looks happy too, and then he glances at his watch. "How about we go back upstairs, so I can start on dinner?" Patrick says as he stands up.

"You're gonna cook for me?" I ask appreciatively.

"Yup!" he answers with a huge smile, "I'm no Martha Stewart, but I think I can whip us up something edible…"

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I sit on a stool by the kitchen and sip on a glass of wine he got me, while I watch Patrick stir the pan and throw some spices in. It smells great.

"Hey, can you fix us some tunes?" he glances back at me over his shoulder.

"Uhm… yeah… sure!" I hop down and walk over to the sound system in the living room.

Damn! This shit looks complicated. Okay, start with picking out the music. Patrick does of course have an extensive collection of records. And they are in alphabetical order. Oh, Trick! Well, at least that makes it easy to find them. I decide to go with something that I like and that I know he wasn't involved in so I don't embarrass him: The Cab's "Symphony Soldier".

I find the power-switch and… that's about it. I hear Patrick yell from the kitchen.

"How's it going?"

"Uhm… this thing is a bit more… complex than I'm used to…" I yell back.

"You need help?" he answers.

"Nah… I'm gonna try and figure it out…" I shout.

I hear Patrick laughing.

"Stubborn ass!"

"Yep! That's me!" I holler back, as I look at this damn machine intensely.

Thirty seconds later the intro to "Angel With a Shotgun" is flowing through the speakers.

"Great choice!" Patrick shouts when I walk back into the kitchen.

I walk up behind him where he still stands by the stove, I wrap my arms around his waist and I start to kiss him on the neck.

"Mmmmm…" he seems to get a bit distracted, "you got it working." Patrick turns around and looks at me a bit proudly, he wraps his arms around my neck, still holding a spatula in his right hand. "That's my girl…" and he kisses the tip of my nose.

I feel my stomach start to tingle violently. "My girl"? So I'm his girl now? Patrick just smiles, and doesn't notice the chaos those small words have caused me.

He turns back to the pan.

"Do you mind setting the table?" he asks.

"Oh… yeah, of course!" I start to move a bit erratically around the kitchen.

Patrick just laughs at me, and points out where the plates, glasses and utensils are.

The food is very good. The man really is multi-talented. When we're sitting across from each other a bit later, each with a bowl of ice-cream, I feel like the time has arrived.

"So, feel like sharing what you're scared of?" I might as well jump right in, he usually appreciates my directness.

"Oh, damn!" Patrick's smile falters, "no beating around the bush here. Should've gotten use to your forwardness by now though…"

I don't answer. I just put a spoon of ice-cream slowly in my mouth, and look at him expectantly with my eyebrows raised.

"Oh okay, I give!" and he raises his hands in the air. He takes a deep breath before he continues. "I'm scared of what will happen if we got together, you know…" Pause, his hand goes through his hair, like always when he's a bit nervous. "I'm also scared of what will happen if we don't get together…"

"How so?" I wonder, feeling more and more curious about this man's mind.

"What if we got together and it didn't work out? I'd lose you. And if we don't get together I would lose you too… In the sense that I never had you," he looks totally sincere.

"Why wouldn't we work out?" I ask.

Patrick looks a bit skeptical.

"Have you ever been with someone you haven't broken up with?" he comments bitterly.

"No. But it only takes one," I assert.

Patrick takes my hand across the table and stares deeply into my eyes. Oh God, I love his eyes!

"That's true…" he drags the words out, "so… time to 'fess up…" Patrick swallows audibly and runs his fingers through his hair, again. "I've come to the conclusion that I'm… uhm… I'm in love with you…" he smiles shyly.

Wow! The smile on my face is ridiculous.

"Well, that's great!" I exclaim.

Patrick looks a bit taken aback by my quick retort. I continue softer.

"Because I'm in love with you too, Patrick…"

He seems to exhale. Patrick stands up and walks over to my side of the table. He pulls me to my feet, and gives me the most passionate kiss I could've ever imagine, with his hands on my face and in my hair. The kiss goes on forever…

"So, we're gonna do this?" I mumble with difficulty since we're kissing.

He stops the kissing.

"Yeah, I guess so…" he answers and looks at me with determination.

Then Patrick just smiles his bright huge smile, and continues to kiss me, now with more hunger. I'm all too willing to keep up. He puts his hands on my waist and pushes me carefully towards one of the sofas.

Our lips don't break for a second as I lie down with Patrick on top of me. He's kissing me all over my face, all the while touching my hair, my waist, my boobs. I feel the hunger in my body begin to boil. All I can think is that Patrick's just told me he's in love with me, and now I want him in the worst way.

I run my hands up his back, grab a soft hold of his hair and pull a little. I touch Patrick at the back of his neck with my fingertips, and kiss him softly just below his ear. I am rewarded with a moan from the back of his throat and a poke from his crotch.

Patrick gets more forceful, he's squeezing my breasts, kissing me with desperation. He puts his lips right next to my ear and whispers my name with a rough deep voice and adds…

"I want you…"

Okay, that's it! I've been "a good girl" long enough. I push Patrick off of me and stand up. I look down at him with a devilish smile, and grab a hold of his tie. I don't really have to pull, since he's willingly following me with one eyebrow cocked in curiousness. I walk towards the stairs and we walk up to his bedroom, me still having a firm hold of his tie.

When we've entered the bedroom I slam the door shut behind us, and push Patrick up against it. I let go of the tie and start on taking it off instead, throwing it on the floor. He's already taken his jacket off during the evening, so I start to unbutton his shirt, kissing his chest with each button opened. Patrick just leans his head back against the door, closes his eyes and goes "Mmmm…" I pull the shirt off him completely and drop it on the floor. God, he's gorgeous! I stand back a bit to study him.

"You are so fucking gorgeous!" I say breathlessly.

Patrick just grins at me.

"Right back at ya!"

I walk up to him again and scratch him carefully with my nails all over his chest and stomach. Patrick shivers a little, and moans again. He grabs a hold of my face and kisses me hungrily. He starts to fumble to get my top off as he's simultaneously pushing me back towards the bed. Patrick throws my top on the floor the same second as my ass hits his bed.

I scoot up a bit and before I blink he is on top of me again. I give an involuntarily giggle. He comically buries his face between my breasts.

"God, I love your boobs!" he says with a grin.

I giggle even more.

"To be quite honest…" Patrick says as he sits up and looks down at me, "I love your entire body, and I need to see more of it right now!" and in no time at all, he has ripped off my clothes so that I'm down to my bra and panties.

Patrick's POV

I can't take my eyes off of her. I caress her legs slowly, I start at the ankles and I run my hands up her thighs. She sighs, closes her eyes and whimpers a bit. God!

"Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are?" I say with horniness coloring every syllable.

She opens her eyes a bit and blushes some. I can't believe she's not aware of how gorgeous she is. I mean, I can relate to the low self-esteem, but from this day on I'm going to tell her every day how special I think she is.

I run my hands up her stomach, over her perfect boobs and to her face. I lie down half on top of her, and kiss her deeply. I feel the friction against my hard dick and moan in her mouth. Damn! I need to feel her around me, and soon, or I am literally going to explode!

She's running her hands up and down my naked back. Then she grabs a hold of my belt, stops the kissing and looks at me with narrow eyes.

"You do realize that distribution of clothes between us is a bit unfair?"

I can't help but laugh.

"You think? Is there anything that could correct such a gross oversight in fairness then?"

She just smirks fucking sexily and scoots down in the bed, so that her head is at a level of my crotch. Oh fuck! This makes me excited…

"Well, I do believe that that oversight is quite easily mended…" she smiles.

She pushes me gently down on my back and she starts at my belt with her teeth. Holy shit! She's doing a really good job too, because the belt is open within seconds, and she pulls down my pants in one quick motion and somehow manages to get my socks off at the same time. Oh, she's talented…

She drags her fingertips and nails from my feet up to my thighs. I squirm a little because it both feels amazing and it tickles. But she just keeps on teasing me. She bends down and starts to kiss around the edges of my boxer briefs. On the stomach and on the thighs. When she reaches the inside of my thigh I let a loud involuntary moan slip. She just chuckles a bit and does the same thing to the other thigh - slowly…

She crawls up on top of me and sits across my crotch. God, her weight and warmth on my pulsating cock is almost more than I can bear. And, of course, she starts to move her hips in small circles as she just grins devilishly down at me. I actually start to whimper. Dammit woman, stop torturing me!

"I remember you being a cock-tease…" I say with a rough voice.

She just keeps moving those hips, and she starts to kiss my chest, she nibbles and licks my nipples.

I'm so fucking horny now that I have to bite down on my own lip, and grab a firm hold of those teasing hips, to keep from actually screaming at her to let me fuck her this instant.

But in a way I love the teasing too. It's what she did our first time together and I love it about her. She gets me so fucking worked up that the pleasure later multiplies.

She still has her bra on. Well, that's no good.

"Let me assist you with your small piece of clothing, Miss…" I almost grunt. Damn! I sound like a pervert.

But she just giggles, as I fumble with the clasp and then I finally get to see those fantastic breasts. I put my hands on them straight away and massage and squeeze them. She throws her head back and moans. Damn!

Soon she moves down my legs to sit across my thighs instead. She puts one of her hands on top of my boxers and cups my everlasting hard on, and her other hand goes to her face where she puts a finger in her mouth and starts to suck it. She just rubs my dick on the outside of my underwear, sucks her finger, and looks at me with horny eyes.

"Shit…" I growl, "you're the biggest tease there is… I love it, but Baby, I'm so fucking horny for you now…"

"Okay…" she smirks widely, "I'll stop with the teasing…"

"Oh thank God!" I sigh.

"If you beg me…" her grin is a bit on the evil side I think.

So, she want's to play… But I really don't care to drag this out any longer, so I give her what she asks for.

"Please, Honey! Stop with the teasing and get on with it!"

"Get on with what?" she asks innocently, which clash spectacularly with her still rubbing my, now rock hard, dick and still sucking on her finger like it's a lollipop.

"Please wrap those luscious lips of yours around my cock and suck me!" I beg her.

She licks on another couple of fingers, then she takes her wet hand and plunges it down my boxers, and finally my dick is released from its fabric prison. Her wet hand feels amazing, but that is nothing to the feel I have a couple of seconds later, when she has placed her fabulous mouth over my cock. The sound that comes out of my mouth is almost inhuman.

She's a fucking blow job champion! She alternates perfectly between sucking and licking, between taking all my inches to the root and just tickling the head with her tongue. When she starts to really deep-throat me, my eyes roll back and I just scream.

"Fuuuuuck!!!!"

She's really amazing and she just keeps going. Dammit, this is more than totally awesome, I just wanna cum right in her mouth. But I also want to fuck her so bad. I grab a firm hold of her hair and make her look at me.

"This is the best blow job of my life, but don't you dare make me come now! I'm no way near done with you yet," I smirk.

I sit up and wiggle out of the rest of my underwear. She's standing on her knees, watching me hungrily. I take a hold of her upper arms and softly lay her down, and then I pull off her panties. Slowly…