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I've slept like a baby all night. The bed is extremely comfortable and sleeping next to Patrick must've helped I think. Then I realize I'm alone in the bed. Oh, shit! Please don't be a dream, please don't be a dream…

I look around and I'm definitely not at home or the hotel. Nah, it is Patrick's bedroom, and then I understand why I've woken up in the first place; I hear a piano playing.

I get up so quickly I'm just about to trip on the tangled sheets. I wrap one of the sheets around my still naked body and sneak downstairs towards the sound. When I get to the bottom of the stairs, Penny runs up to me so I bend down and pick up the little dog. I walk into the living room while scratching Penny behind the ear, and I try my best to not drop the sheet in the process.

Patrick plays a familiar tune on the grand piano. I walk slowly up to the chair by the fire place and sit down diagonally across the arm rests so I face him, with Penny on my lap. When Patrick notices me he just flashes me the sweetest smile I've ever seen in my life, and begins to sing.

"How cruel is the golden rule, when the lives we lived are only golden-plated…"

Patrick actually plays Fall Out Boy… His voice is a bit rough as it's still morning, and it sends chills of pleasure down my back. Okay, so it's settled then… I'm never going to get sick of that voice, for all I care he could sing all the time…

Patrick mostly looks down at the keys or straight ahead. But now and again he looks my way, and his eyes twinkle and he seems a bit nervous. I think he might feel a little embarrassed to play for only me.

When the, far too short, song ends, I put Penny back on the floor and walk up to Patrick.

"That has to be the best way to wake up, ever. Good morning, Handsome!" I bend down and give him a small kiss on the cheek. "And thank you, that was absolutely beautiful…"

Patrick has a small pink tinge on his cheeks.

"Good morning to you too, Beautiful!" he smiles up at me where I lean casually against the side of the grand piano. "Yeah, I wanted to do something special for you. I haven't played that song in ages, or any Fall Out Boy for that matter. But you just made me feel like doing that, you know…"

"I'm glad you did…" I say when Patrick walks up to me, and wraps his arms around my waist.

"Thank you for last night! It was incredible!" he smirks.

"It really was. Thank you back!" I grin, as Patrick leans in for a kiss.

Fast as lightning I put a hand over my mouth, and his eyebrows shoots up.

"Stop! I have terrible morning breath, haven't brushed my teeth since yesterday," I mumble behind my hand.

Patrick starts to laugh and removes my hand gently.

"Oh, you're so cute. You really think I care about that?" he raises his eyebrows a little bit again. "Besides, I haven't brushed mine yet either… C'mer!" and he beckons with his finger.

Oh, fuck it! I smooch my lips hard against his. We refrain from using our tongues though. We kiss softly for a bit and then Patrick looks at me mischievously.

"So, what does my girlfriend feel like doing today?"

My stomach plunges at hearing him call me his girlfriend. It feels so fucking right, we were meant to be! I give him a corny smile.

"Well, does my boyfriend have any previous commitments for today?"

Patrick also looks a bit corny, it's always hard to know when to establish the girlfriend/boyfriend phrase. But since we agreed last night to be together, I guess we are.

"No, not today I don't. Tomorrow I'm flying to LA for the weekend though. Would you like to come with?"

"Would I? That'd be awesome!" I grin from ear to ear.

"Great!" Patrick exclaims, "how's about today? Just hang?"

"Oh, I think we can figure something out…" I wink at him.

Patrick wiggles his eyebrows comically.

"Oh yeah… I do believe we can!"

Laughing I release myself from his grip and turn to walk back upstairs to get dressed.

I call over my shoulder "I need to put some clothes on…"

"No you don't!" Patrick calls after me, which makes me laugh a little.

He follows me up the stairs, and just as I'm about to enter his bedroom, Patrick catches up to me and from behind he rips the sheet off of me.

"Eeeeee, what're you doin'?" I shout.

He passes me and laughs.

"Last one in the shower makes breakfast…" and he starts to rip his clothes off, as he crosses the large bedroom towards the bathroom.

"Oh, hell no buddy! I'm already naked. I'm winning!" and I push pass him, and enter the bathroom.

I hear a loud thud behind me and I turn around. Patrick's got tangled in his pants and he is sprawled on the floor. He looks absolutely ridiculous. I can't handle it, I crack up. I laugh so hard. I walk up to him and bend down.

"Are you okay, Baby?" I say between gasps for air from laughing so much, and I stroke him over the hair.

Patrick sits up, disentangle himself from his pants and shoes so that he's also naked. He starts to rub his knee, while he scrunches up his face.

"Oh, are you hurt for real?" I say with the laughter caught in my throat, and with total regret.

And before I have time to react he's up on his feet, and runs into the shower. Dammit! He tricked me!

"Ey, no cheating…" I yell, as I follow him and jump into the already running shower next to him.

"What?" he tries to look innocent, "I wasn't cheating, I really did fall… But I didn't hurt myself…"

I look at him with my arms crossed, under the warm flowing water.

"I had to even the odds," he smiles, "you were already naked… Mmm, really looking forward to breakfast…" Patrick's teasing me.

I punch him a little on the arm, but he just grins. I laugh too.

"Okay, but next time; no cheating!"

Patrick chuckles, and begins to kiss my neck. I close my eyes, and lean my head back against the shower wall.

"I'll make it up to you, Sugar," he mumbles against my skin.

I feel his hands on my back, working their way down to grab my ass. My fingers are intwined in his wet hair and I pull it slightly. Patrick's lips moves to my breasts and a shudder runs through my spine. His hand creeps slowly from my butt to my front. He moves his fingers slowly against me.

I pull his face up to mine and kiss him deeply, not giving a shit about bad breath. Patrick's already sporting a giant hard on. But he just keeps rubbing my clit and I moan in his mouth. His fingers feel fantastic!

As the warm water flows over our naked bodies, Patrick is fingering me, getting me off. I buck my hips towards his hand and moan even more.

"Yes, yeeeeeesss, soon…" I whimper.

My legs start to shake, but Patrick is holding me up. He whispers my name seductively right in my ear.

"Please come for me, Baby… Come for me…"

The next second everything disappears except the feel of Patrick's fingers, his warm breath right beneath my ear and my own pleasure.

"Gooood, yeeees!" I whimper as the orgasm rages through my whole body.

It's a long orgasm, I don't seem able of anything else with Patrick. He just keeps going until I'm done with the shaking and moaning.

"Wow!" I pant, when my body calms down, and I slump against the wall.

Patrick gives me another passionate kiss, and then he grins at me like he's just won a Grammy or something. I watch him contently.

"Well Patrick, you're definitely multi-talented!"

"Woah, thanks!" he smirks at me.

"No no, thank you!" I smirk back, as I wrap my hand around his erection.

Patrick does a sharp intake of air through his teeth as I start rubbing him. He groans a bit as I pick up the pace. He grabs my face between his hands and kisses me desperately. I keep jerking him with one hand and squeeze his ass with the other. Patrick moans from way down in his throat. I can't get over how fucking sexy he is!

After a while Patrick's breath becomes more shallow and he starts to move his hips, he thrusts back against my hand.

"Holy shiiiiit!" Patrick shouts when he explodes in my hand.

He leans his head back for a bit, he closes his eyes and pants like he's run for miles. I kiss him on the neck as I discreetly rinse my hand under the water.

With his eyes still closed he says "Okay, you are so gonna be the death of me, woman…"

"I take it you liked that, huh?" I ask innocently.

"Uhm… yeah… I think 'like' is a serious understatement," he finally looks at me.

Patrick kisses my cheek, grabs the shampoo bottle and puts some in his hair and says "Now, how about that breakfast?"

"Hey," I say irritated, "how about you letting me wash my hair and get ready and then maybe I'll make us breakfast…"

He laughs as he quickly rinses his hair.

"I'm kidding! Take it easy, Babe! I'll do it."

Oh, he's a bit infuriating in a childlike way… and "Babe"?

"And I ain't no pig!" I scoff a bit.

But then I smile a little to show him I'm not being totally serious. Patrick already rinses some soap off his body that I hardly noticed he put on. Damn, guys are fast in the shower.

"God! You're not a morning person, are you?" he grins. Then he walks out of the shower and slaps my butt as he passes me.

"Oi!" I throw a towel after him.

Patrick just laughs as he leaves the bathroom while he wraps a towel around his hips. I start to laugh too. I love to see this mischievous side to him.