Truant Wave

Talking to each other on the phone was nerve wrecking for Allie and Patrick. Patrick could only imagine her face as she spoke. Trying to remember everything about her facial features, he found himself singing a song to himself. Allie could imagine his funny little smile, the way he would laugh, and how he'd talk so animatedly with his hands. She was dying to see him again.

Allie told him everything, how had arrived in San Mateo 2 years ago, and settled into a quiet life. She had saved up to change her last name and became someone different. She is still surprised that she survived, the only thing that kept her going was her brother's memory, and the thought of Patrick coming back into her life one day and being proud of her. Allie was stable, and happy to admit it. And, like she hoped, Patrick was proud of her.

As they caught up on the phone tags for the next couple of days, he let it slip that he wrote a multiple songs for her. A few that were about her on Save Rock and Roll and Soul Punk, and one that was entitled for her, and barely about her...just little touches of her. Allie was a bit taken back, but still, it flattered her. It made her smile...no one had given her so much attention.

"I don't know why you did that," she confessed, "I'm a nobody, why write about me?"

He knew she must've been blushing and biting her bottom lip; "Because you're somebody to me...I love you."

Allie touched her chest, still reeling from her feelings about Patrick. "I love you too."

The two planned to meet the day after the tour was over. Allie spent that day excitedly tidying her small apartment and listening to Soul Punk, trying to learn a bit of the songs; but Allie was stuck on repeat. Her apartment wasn't extravagant, nor was it terrible. She worked her ass off to make it a home for herself. She hoped that Patrick wouldn't be too put off, and would be proud that she was able to handle herself on her own.

Patrick, he only cared that she was taken care of. That she was happy and healthy. He also couldn't wait to see her, to hold her, to kiss her. He wanted to take her home with him. He even planned a small speech to coax her.

When Patrick arrived, he waited just outside her apartment, nervous about seeing her again. This was real, he had pinched himself several times, and kept repeating his little speech over and over in his head, until it was burn on the back of his tongue. He pulled up his hate, raked his through his dark, dark blonde hair; he remembered it was platinum blond the last he had been with Allie. He laughed to himself, fixing his head on his head, and inhaling, walking toward her door. He knocked rapidly, then stuffed his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, taking in deep breaths.

Allie inhaled deeply too, nervous upon hearing his knock. She flattened her denim skirt, then her Deep Purple t-shirt, and went to the door; her hand shook as she unlocked it and then turned the knob, opening the door.

Patrick smiled, noticing now, in daylight, her pale skin, hazel eyes, tall stature; she was like a model he thought. She had on black heels, very exotic, and her toe nails painted red, matching her lipstick. Her hair hung loose, messy and you could tell she was messing with it. She was just as nervous as he was.

Patrick wore a dress shirt that was buttoned up until the top two, and the sleeves rolled up. Allie thought he looked so relax and handsome, she couldn't remember ever seeing him this way; his hair thicker, under his hat, and she wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through it. His smile was the same, his eyes sparkled; Allie wanted to cry out and grip her body tightly around his.

"Hey..." Patrick spoke nervously, shifting on his feet.

"Hi," Allie felt excited, nervous and her smile was bright as she stepped aside and let him in.

"You look amazing..." Patrick told her as he entered, "Gorgeous."

"Thank you. You look hot," Allie spoke without regard. She didn't care, she spoke the truth.

Patrick became comfortable, "Thank you."

Allie closed her door hesitantly, still self conscious about her space. It wasn't spectacular, it wasn't a true home, just a place for her. "This is my humble abode," Patrick smiled at her, "It isn't much."

Patrick looked around; he thought it looked like a college dorm. There was a TV, coffee table, a couch that look so damn comfortable, he wanted to lay on it, and an entry to a kitchen. The house smelled of brownies...cookies; a bakery maybe?

"Are you baking?" Patrick asked her, turning to face her.

Allie hummed, "I was...I made brownies for my neighbor, she's sick. You want some?"

Patrick nodded with a grin, "Hell yeah."

Allie led him to the kitchen, letting him take one before she began to give him the tour of her home. Patrick ate the brownie, listening and looking around as Allie spoke.

"These are some drawings I did," she blushed at the artwork on the walls. "I actually got some stuff from my parents's house last year, I've got Finn's stuff in my room."

Patrick looked at her abstract and bright drawings, "These are nice, Al."

"Thanks," she murmured. "And this is my bedroom," she pointed to the right, opening the door and going in. "It's a little small..."

Patrick noticed the colorful cartoon drawings and framed photos of Allie with a guy who looked identical to her. He smiled, walking over to a photo over her dresser, "This is your brother?"

"Yep," Allie nodded behind him. "It was taken a few months before he died...I found it in the stuff the police sent my parents after his death."

"You guys look so much alike."

"Yeah," she chuckled, "people thought we were twins."

Patrick turned to face her, "So...do you think that having his picture helped you?"

She smiled, "And thinkin' about you."

Patrick's face burned red, "God, Allie, I really did miss you."

Allie bit her bottom lip as Patrick stepped over to her, his hands landing on her hips, "I really missed you too."

Patrick didn't hesitate to kiss her, both of their lips turning up. It was clear that this heated kiss was leading to more, and neither fought it, they highly welcomed it. Allie led the way to her bed, all the while their lips never parted; the kiss seemed to grow intense.

Their lips broke when Allie hit the edge of her bedpost and giggled; she then moved to the side of the bed and sat. Patrick sighed softly, catching his breath, "It's been so long..." His voice was quiet, but heavy as well.

"Yeah," Allie murmured. "C'mere."

Patrick happily walked over, standing before her, curious as to what he should do. Allie took the lead, as she had so many times before, and began to unzip his jeans. Patrick couldn't help but to growl; his breathing shortened almost immediately the moment Allie tugged his tight jeans down to his thighs.

Patrick swallowed the gathering salvia in his mouth, his eyes fixated on his love. Allie leant forward and began to plant kisses on his pale hips, admiring his smooth skin, her hands brushing against his belly, down to his growing erection. Her hand palmed him over his straining briefs; all Patrick could do was watch and groan, wanting more.

Pulling his briefs down, Allie kissed down to his belly, causing Patrick to step back. Allie stood abruptly and turned him to the bed without much effort; Patrick was in a lust filled haze. He sat, watching Allie kneel before him, yanking his briefs down to free him. He inhaled sharply as she began to kiss his shaft; he had to hold back from bucking his hips; it was sweet torture to him. Allie kissed her way to his tip, then wrapped her lips around it, tasting him with a soft moan.

"Oh fuck," Patrick sputtered.

Allie's lips turned up against him. She was feeling powerful and turned on by the way she made him moan. Patrick pushed her hair back, his eyes still stuck on her, his fingers threading through her hair as he groaned.

She sucked him in deeply, causing him to cry out and grip her hair in his fist. Allie moaned too, loving his rough hold; she wanted more, but took it slow. Patrick almost couldn't stand it any longer, he didn't want to finish before he got to her. When she released him, licking over the tip to taste his pre-cum, he shook his head, "Al, I-I can't--I'm gonna cum. You have to stop."

Allie nodded, climbing back to her feet, and began to strip her clothes off with Patrick's eyes still glued to her. Left in just her panties and bra, Patrick grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap. He kissed her, his hands going up her back to unhook her bra, and then broke away to toss it. His hands wondered down to grab her ass and squeeze, causing her to giggle. Patrick smiled, moving his head to kiss her neck, while her hands rested on his shoulders.

The two were both getting restless, both moving without speaking, and parting to remove the rest of the clothing constricting them from one another. Patrick picked her up, placing her on the bed and immediately got on top of her. He propped up on his forearms, her legs wrapping around his hips; "Ready?"

Allie gave a nod, "Yeah."

Patrick slipped into her, groans fell from their open mouths. Patrick buried his face in her neck, breathing on deeply, "Fuck, Allie."

She gave a soft laugh, "We just got started."

Patrick lifted his head, smiled and then began to kiss her, his hips rocking against hers. The room was quiet, the only sound was the headboard knocking against the wall, and the sounds of moans from Patrick and Allie. She broke away, pleasure pooling in her veins, her head fell back against her pillows, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Patrick began to pick up rhythm; he couldn't help but to feel pride and arousal from the way Allie moaned, the pain she caused his back, and the way her face contorted.

Patrick suddenly sat up, feeling his orgasm come too fast, and held her hips, causing Allie's fingers to dig down his back and then fall on the bed. The burning sensation on his back made it all pleasurable, Patrick began to rock harder into her. She cried out, calling his name with swears; any other word failed her.

"Fuck me," she whimpered, "right there."

Patrick continued to plunge deep inside of her, hitting this spot within her that caused her body to twitch and her throat to tighten. He was growing sweaty, but he maintained keeping his climax at bay, wanting this to last. It hit him then that he'd always have her, so he began to let loose and fuck her.

His hand trailed from her hip to her middle, his fingers rolling against her clit. Allie was seeing stars, her moans got louder as she fisted her bedding, she couldn't control herself. Patrick was feeling smug seeing her unravel, "You like that?"

Allie couldn't speak, she only grunted, which caused Patrick to roll his fingers harder. Allie cried out again, patrick repeated himself; "Yes, I like it!"

Patrick grinned, pulling Allie up to straddle him; he kissed her hard, groaning as she began to roll and rock her hips. Patrick grunted, feeling his orgasm tingle and bubble in his belly. Inhaling sharply, Patrick pulled back, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth. Allie moaned, kissing him again, softer and slower this time, their tongues meeting and wrestling.

Patrick could feel his orgasm coming over him, so he tilted forward, rolling on top of her again. He rocked harder into her, their chest rubbing together, sweat mixing and pooling. Allie was on the verge of cuming herself, her nails dug into his back again, sharp and hard as her orgasm washed over her. Patrick felt her muscles constrict him, his toes curled, and his climax spilling over him, filling her.

Allie moaned softly, her nails were gently on his back, rolling up and down his back. Patrick rolled his hips slower, riding out their orgasms, his face buried into her neck again, showering her hot and sticky skin with kisses. Allie smiled, loving the feeling of Patrick on top of, and inside of her.

Patrick didn't pull out, he stayed, kissing her all over until he reached her lips. Allie kissed back, her heart beating fast. When they parted, Patrick rested his forehead against her's, "I need you."

Allie exhaled, "I want you."

He kissed her lips once and then slipped out of her, lying beside her, then pulling her into his arms. Again, he was kissing her skin, relishing in being with the love of his life. Allie felt like she was dreaming, she had often dreamt of this moment, she had to pinch herself.

"Will you marry me?" Patrick whispered.

Allie looked back at him, "What?"

"Marry me," he said seriously.

Allie nodded, "Okay."

He chuckled, "Will you quit your job and stay with me?"

She nodded again, "Yes."

"Good, because I wasn't gonna take no for an answer."