#ftf: patrick 003

[mir-iamwilde]

Tonight I’m making deals with the devil || Patrick & Midge

WHO: @patrick-flanagan, @mir-iamwilde

WHERE: The Spare Room

WHEN: The 31st of October

WHY: Patrick and Midge run into each other at the Halloween party and verge on discussing feelings.

WARNINGS: Mentions of smut.

Patrick Flanagan

[With a glass of whiskey in hand, Patrick looks around the crowded room and spots Midge. He smirks slightly as he walks over to her.] I'm surprised to see you still standing after yesterday. 

Midge Wilde

[Eyes widening slightly] It’s no easy feat, trust me. [pointing lazy at his horns] Those might fit a little too well, don’t you think? What’s that Taylor Swift line? ‘He looks up grinning like a devil’?

Patrick Flanagan

[A pleased smirk grows on his face.] Let me know if you need any support. [He gestures with his hands to her ass.] I don't know who that is, but I approve of that line. Is he a poet, or something?

Midge Wilde

[Letting out something resembling a chuckle] An elevator is one thing, but a crowded bar filled with your colleagues and my siblings is a bit much, even for me. [Laughing genuinely] She’s a singer. [Stepping closer] Don’t worry, though, I’m wearing panties tonight, last night was a special occasion just for you.

Patrick Flanagan

Yeah, you're right, we've got a few other places to build up that kind of trust, before I fuck you senseless in a bar with people who know us. [He grins and takes a sip of his whiskey.] Oh? [His eyebrow lifts.] That's a shame. But I do enjoy that that's just something you for me now. [He looks her body over, easy to check up on her skin in that costume of hers.] No marks or bruises from the iron bars then?

Midge Wilde

Sounds like you have plans, I can’t wait to hear about them. [Tilting her head] It’s something I can do for you regularly if that’s what you want. [Trying not to shiver under his stare] None so far, maybe next time you should try branding me. [Reaching for his hand and placing a kiss to his palm before smelling his fingers] Mmm, still smells like me, am I just too good to wash off?

Patrick Flanagan

Oh, you have no idea. [He smirks at her, keeping his blue eyes connected on hers.] Is it now? What on earth did I do to deserve that kind of special treatment? [Stepping in closer, he can smell her perfume.] Maybe I should. [His smirk fades as she kisses his hand and a shiver runs down his spine.] I figured you'd be too sore for me to call you this morning, when I kept thinking about you and all the noises you made yesterday, so the scent of you, and my other hand would have to do. [He leans in, his lips brushing against her earlobe.] You're so fucking delicious, Midge.

Midge Wilde

[Not fighting the shiver this time] Well, throwing my legs over your shoulders in an elevator may have gained you a few points, but maybe I just like you having quick access. [Resting a hand against his chest, for stability, or to keep a safe distance, she didn't know] My mouth isn't sore, you could have called her up. Those noises might have been a bit more muffled, but I bet you still would have liked them. [Letting out a shaky breath.] Is that why you look so hungry right now?

Patrick Flanagan

And that's the kind of effect you have on me, I hope you're aware of that. [He feels the fire from her small hand on his chest radiating through his entire body.] I'll keep that in mind for next time. Because trust me, this is a regular occurrence. [His lips are ghosting over her neck and he takes in her scent, from her perfume to her shampoo, and nods.] Is it that obvious?

Midge Wilde

I didn't know I had any kind of effect on you, Patrick, I thought you were so in control all the time that you were this way with everyone. [Letting her hand slip down his midsection a few inches] Is that a threat or a promise? [Tilting her head further to the side to give him more access to her neck] Maybe not, I think I'm just starting to read you a little bit better. But I don't want to freak you out by saying that, so maybe you'll just have trust me a little bit now.

Patrick Flanagan

[He looks down at her hand and smirks.] You've seen the tent in my pants each time we've been together, Midge, don't play coy with me now. [He takes the last sip of his whiskey, his arm snaking around Midge's body so he can set the glass down, proceeding to trap her between the table and his body.] It can be both, if you let me. [Chuckling quietly against her skin, he proceeds to pull back slightly.] It takes more than that to freak me out, don't worry. But I have no doubt that you're able to come up with a few good ideas to get me to trust you now.

Midge Wilde

[Laughing softly, and nodding] Well, if that's what you mean, then I have that effect on most men, but most don't dare to try and eat me alive in public. [Not able to stop the quick moan as he presses her into the table] You don't play fair, do you? [Meeting his eyes] What makes you think I deserve your trust?

Patrick Flanagan

[He grins at her laughs, and shrugs his shoulders.] I did tell you that you're fucking delicious, Midge. I'm not the type of guy who holds back on something I like. And I like the taste of you, a lot. [He looks into her eyes.] I'm not knowing for fair, Midge. I'll just disappoint you if you believe that. [His smirk fades, and his eyes roam over her face.] Because you're reading me like an open book, when I'm trying my hardest to remain closed. I don't know how, but somehow, you've managed to do what not a lot of people have before.

Midge Wilde

You sure you don't say this to all the girls? [Her smirk looking more confident than she felt] I never suspected you'd play fair, don't worry. And if I had I would have known better after last night. [She felt the same fear she'd described to him that first day in his bed returning to her at his words, causing her to look away from him, her eyes fixed on the ground now] Do you ever think...[She paused, wondering why her mind was even moving in this direction] Do you ever think maybe being a shitty person gives you an edge over the people who are better than you? Maybe that's why I can read you, because you're a better person than me.

Patrick Flanagan

[He rolls his eyes and smirks at her growing confidence, his hand moving to her lower abdomen, gently pressing her back against the table as he leaned in again.] I say it to every girl. [He's teasing her, pulling back again, to show her that cheeky smirk of his. He hears her hesitation, his eyes raking over those features of hers, and growing slightly worried about what's coming next. He then scoffs.] I don't think you understand what it means me be a shitty person. There are things you will never know about me, and what I have done before, because it makes you a million times better than me.

Midge Wilde

[Wanted to take his words as a joke, but it was too easy for her to feel expendable to muster more than a fake smile. She can’t help but wonder what he means, but knows that her own past isn’t exactly a field of wild flowers.] You don’t know that, the good girls aren’t the ones letting men who are practically strangers fuck them in an elevator, are they? [Standing up straighter] Maybe I should go, sorry for killing the mood.

Patrick Flanagan

[He licks his lips as he watches Midge's mood dampen, and he grabs her hand gently, hoping it grounds her enough to catch her attention.] I've already shared more with you, than I have with 99% of the people in my life. And that one percentage was my mum and my ex, Midge. Don't put yourself down like that.

Midge Wilde

[Frowning, trying not to let her mood sour everything.] Look, I know I made the joke first, but I don’t do well with jokes about being like every other girl. I know that’s not fair, but it’s a sore spot for me. [Biting her lip as she considered the rest of what he had to say, her hand cupping his cheek] You should let me plan our next night out, if you’re still interested in spending time with me, that is.

Patrick Flanagan

[Looking into her eyes, he can see the gears turning in her head. He's not scared of being rejected, but he likes spending time with Midge. So when she cups his cheek, he clenches his jaw, but nods after a moment.] Just say the word. I'll be there.

Midge Wilde

[Feeling him tense under her touch she pulled her hand away.] I should go, before I ruin your impression of me even more, but I’ll plan something, I’ll let you know.

Patrick Flanagan

[He feels her pull her hand away, and he sighs, but his hand that's holding hers pulls her back, and he leans in to press a soft kiss to her cheek.] I mean it. I'll always be here. For you.

Midge Wilde

[She should be walking away, but feels herself stopping, staring at him for a moment longer than she maybe should] Why? Why me? Why be here for me, or share anything with me?

Patrick Flanagan

[There is no hesitation from Patrick, after hearing Midge's question. He knows exactly what to answer.] Because there's more to you than the 15-year old selling pictures to men; there's more to you than just getting fucked in an elevator; there's more to you than just someone I'm fucking. The sex, while at first was just sex, it's changed now. Getting to know you more and more, the sex has become about trust. And I like that trust. I only have that with you. I'm not willing to give up on that and whatever it might become.

Midge Wilde

[Understood immediately why she was afraid of him, but that didn’t stop her from leaning forward to press her lips to his, just for a second before pulling back] Okay. Then how about Saturday? I’ll come over and cook for you, and we can keep working on this whole trust thing, okay?

Patrick Flanagan

[He quickly kisses her back, wanting more but knowing this isn't the right place or the right time and he nods.] I look forward to it. [His voice is sincere, and he gives her hand a soft squeeze before finally letting her go.]