Dempeo: The Whole Truth

Bonus Chapter

"I can't fall in love with him, he's married and I'm not single"- Ellen Pompeo

Patrick was looking at her again, in that way that made her feel like she was the only person in the room. She had written off the feeling between them as pure physical attraction, had told herself that those off camera kisses had been nothing more than practice, a weakness in the moment. But looking at him now, staring into his eyes as she danced with another man, she knew that she'd been kidding herself. It wasn't that she wasn't happy with Chris, she loved Chris, they had been together for almost three years, she had fun with Chris. But Patrick was different, before she met him her world was muted and then when she saw him for the first time it became brighter. He was the oxygen to her flame, he set her alight, he was the colour in an otherwise black and white world. He was her equal in every way and they knew each other in a way she knew that she'd never have with anyone else, in a way that had been apparent from the moment she had met him, when those sparks flew up her arm and she felt like she was home for the first time. But he had Jill and Talula, and as hard as it was to befriend his wife, to act like she was okay with the hand that the world had dealt her, she wasn't... She had fallen in love with a married man and she wasn't okay. And to make matters worse he didn't even try to hide his feelings towards her, Sandra constantly made fun of the pair of eyes that followed her around every room. Not that she was much better, she flirted with him just as much as he did with her and teased him constantly. "Are you alright" Chris O'Donnell, her new love interest, asked with genuine concern shining in his eyes. She knew how she must have looked, the same pained expression always flashed across her face whenever she thought about Patrick. Chris seemed like a nice enough guy but he was ridiculously boring and he'd never be Patrick. "Yeah, I'm just hot and claustrophobic, you know, I'm just going to run and splash some water onto my face. I'll be right back" she replied, breaking her eye contact with Patrick to smile at Chris, but she could still feel his eyes on her. "Cut" Mark said ending the scene, the intensity of Patrick's stare still heavy on her as she watched him walk towards her, this was going to be a long evening...

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It was the last scene and she was exhausted, it was already 11:00 pm, it looked like she'd be spending yet another night at the trailer. She usually spent at least a couple nights there a week, Patrick always went home to sleep but she couldn't ever really be bothered. Patrick had a wife and a daughter to go home to and, well, she just had Chris, and as much as she loved him she loved sleep more. She didn't know if she could do the speech again, it bought unwelcome emotions bubbling to the surface and the more she said it the more it felt like she was telling Patrick, not Derek, how she was feeling. She ran into the examination room for what would hopefully be the last time, "Just leave me alone" she said forcefully, walking around the table to face him, "I just wanted to make sure that you're alright" he replied. "No I'm not alright, okay are you satisfied? I'm not alright. Because you have a wife, and you called me a whore, and our dog died. And now you're looking at me, stop looking at me" she yelled, she used every emotion to her advantage, the pain and grief of what she had been feeling for the past year made her speech all too realistic. "I'm not looking at you, I am not looking at you" he replied, "You are looking at me, and you watch me, and Finn, Finn has plans, and I like Finn, he's perfect for me. And I'm really trying here, to be happy, and I can't breathe. I can't breathe with you looking at me like that. So just stop." she said. He did watch her, he did look at her, and in a way she had never been looked at before, the frustration in her voice came out as she spoke. "Do you think I want to look at you? That I wouldn't rather be looking at my wife? I'm married, I have responsibilities. She- she doesn't drive me crazy, she doesn't make it impossible for me to feel normal, she doesn't make me sick to my stomach thinking about my veterinarian touching her with his hands. Man, I would give anything not to be looking at you" he yelled back. She felt bad, the mess, Jill, Chris, but the attraction, the tension between them overpowered any feeling of guilt when she looked at him. She could see the intent in his eyes when he looked back up, when he looked at her lips, something he always did before he kissed her. In the blink of an eye his lips were on hers and his hands were on her face, the desperation, the intensity, they were all consuming. She felt the cold table against the back of her legs as she ran her hands through his soft waves, savouring the way they felt between her fingers. In one smooth motion she was on the table and his mouth was on her neck, sucking on that damn spot, she dug her fingers into his shoulder and bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. The show was a TV-14 and she was pretty sure that the noises she was holding back would have dramatically increased that. But the love behind every gentle kiss on her cheek, on her jaw, well that was enough for her to forget about everyone watching, it was enough for her to forget everything. His hand fisted in her hair, pulling lightly on the strands, her legs wrapped around him in response, needing him closer. She exhaled as he kissed down her cheek and to her neck, pulling lightly on the curls on the nape of his neck. She felt his hand on her thigh and knew what was going to happen next, his finger hooked around the side of her panties, the outer pair of the two she put on. He pulled away, she knew that he was watching her as he pulled them down excruciatingly slowly, but all she could think about was his lips. At least until she felt his knuckle against her and then all she could think about were those damn hands and how skilled those fingers probably were. She shifted her weight to let him slide them off and then his hands were on her calves and he was back between her legs. Her hands found his suit jacket and pushed it off, he let it drop to the floor behind him without once breaking the kiss. She then went for his shirt, trying but failing to pry the collar away from his neck, they'd never got quite this far in their practice sessions and she quite honestly couldn't wait any longer. She could feel the muscles in his back shifting beneath her hands but the shirt was still separating them, at that moment in time she hated ties with a passion, no matter how dashing Patrick might look in one. He seemed to understand her frustration because he started to kiss down her neck, distracting her as he got to her chest. Her breath became heavy when his hands gripped her thighs, he had her pinned and she couldn't move when he started to suck lightly. His mouth found his way back up to hers and her tongue brushed against the roof of his mouth, she needed more, to taste every inch of him. He pulled down the straps of her dress, taking her bra straps with them, she felt the dress sag around her chest. But she couldn't care less about her now exposed chest, the desperation, the need for him and only him, he was a drug and she was addicted. It was just their tongues and his hands, a blur of want, of need, and when he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back she did nothing to stop the moan that travelled up her throat. The feeling of his mouth on her throat was the only thing that mattered until his hands found the backs of her thighs. He pulled her forward and thrusted against her, she could feel every inch of him through his trousers and her answering moan was louder than the last. She watched as he smiled at her, her hands running through his hair as he took her bottom lip into his mouth. This time she knew what he was about to do when he squeezed her thighs, thrusting against her again, but it wasn't just her that moaned, the throaty groan that escaped his lips only made her wetter. She leant in to place a kiss on his throat, his stubble scratched her lips as she kissed down it, his throat bobbed every time she grazed her teeth on his skin. He thrusted against her once more, before kissing her thoroughly, she was pretty sure that his tongue swept over every inch of her mouth. Her back met the examining table and she held him close, her arms wrapped around his neck as he settled between her legs. She didn't even hear Mark say "Cut" over her heart pounding in her ears but things were made obvious when Patrick got up from on top of her. But everything was clouded in a haze of lust, she was barely aware of the crew that she had forgotten about moving around her. The majority of her attention went to his pants, to the buttons she must have undone at some point, and to what was clearly straining against his zipper. She barely registered him handing her the pair of panties from the floor and could barely hear him as he said "I think these are yours" in a raspy and clearly out of breath voice, but she glared at him nonetheless. But there was only one thing on her mind when she turned to Mark and said "Thanks Mark, I think we should go and get dressed, have a nice night". Maybe it was a poor lack of judgement, maybe it was the way he looked at her, but everything that was buried deep inside of her had surfaced and she wasn't thinking when she grabbed his arm and pulled him out into the night. Well, at least she wasn't thinking with her brain...