This Love is Ours

Chapter 8: State of Grace

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-Becca xoxo

{Patrick}

I get the sudden urge to show Abby that I love her.

To show her that I will always love her, despite her distant memories of dark days.

Broken days.

A few moments ago, Abigail told me about the darkest part of her past.

I had no idea.

This was the first time I've ever heard about that.

Those days are over, and I have the urge to prove to her I'm in love with her.

To show her that I'm more in love with her than she will ever be broken.

She sits in front of me on our bed, looking down, smiling at what I have just told her.

That I will love every goddamn part of you.

"Thank-you Pat." She says, a quiet tear rolling down her cheek.

I rub the tear away with my thumb quickly.

Her eyes look back up at me, and they are tired and pained.

They are slightly red, but the light brown in her irises remains vivid.

Remains beautiful.

Forever.

Her curled brown hair falls around her face in waves and frames the sheer perfection that it possesses.

As if she were reading my mind, she moves in to kiss me.

Slowly, and then aggressively.

Faster.

Her lips crash against mine, and she runs her hand through my hair, knocking off my flat-brim hat.

I rest my hands on the back of her neck, and she wraps one hand around my left bicep.

Before I know it, she lies down, and I find myself on top of her, still kissing her.

She continues to run one hand through my hair, and the other around my shoulder, and down my arms.

Her touch is electric.

She rolls over, putting me on the bottom.

Abby places her knees on either side of my hips.

She kisses me harder, and I immediately slip my tongue out of my mouth, tracing her lips.

She doesn't hesitate to open her mouth just enough to let my tongue inside.

I explore her mouth, and roll over once more, putting her on the bottom.

She pulls at the end of my shirt, quickly slipping it off of me.

Our lips part for only seconds, and then we re-connect them.

Next is Abby's shirt.

I slip it off of her smoothly, and then reach around her arched back to un-do her bra strap.

Her bra falls off easily.

Quickly, Abigail has forced my shorts off of me, and I have done the same to her.

I run my hands through her hair.

Within minutes, both of us finally become completely exposed.

"Oh Pat," She moans, continuing to kiss me.

She puts her head back, and I kiss around her neck, and soon find myself biting.

I plant sweet kisses along her bare collarbone.

Her precious bones.

Christ.

She runs her hands down my back, and I continue to kiss her neck.

Quickly, I roll off of her, and lie flat on my back beside her.

"Wait." I say, quickly.

I reach over to my night table, and grab one of the condoms in my drawer.

"Good idea." She laughs, biting her lip.

Abby has been on the pill for a while now, but we always use protection, just in case.

I quickly open the packaging, and then slip on the condom, quickly.

"Where were we?" I ask, looking over to her.

"I'm pretty sure you know exactly where we were." She giggles.

"Right." I say, laughing.

I move back on top of her, and she pulls my head down closer to her.

She kisses me hard, and I kiss back, biting her lower lip.

I make my final move, putting myself inside of her.

I push harder against her, continuing to kiss her as I do so.

She moans, gently.

"Oh Patrick," She moans, moving with me.

"Christ, Abigail, you're so beautiful." I say, kissing her collarbone, and then up and around her neck.

"Oh Patrick, don't stop, darling." She moans, seductively.

I thrust a few times, and my adrenalin is pumping through my veins.

"Jesus." I say out loud, as we continue to move together.

"God, I love you, Pat." She hollers, running her hands around my bare shoulders.

I reply by running my tongue over her neck, and then continuing to kiss her.

My adrenalin is running through my fucking veins.

God, this feels so amazing.

After the two of us finish dancing amongst our sheets, I ease off, and slip out smoothly.

I lie down on my back, panting, and out of breath.

Abigail lies beside me, gripping my hand.

"Oh Patrick..." She says, laughing between breaths.

"I will never be over your brilliance." She sighs, happily.

I caress the back of her hand gently.

I roll onto my side, and she looks back at me.

I kiss her on the lips quickly, before speaking.

"This love is ours."