FIC: Fourth (First) Date (1/1)
Title: Fourth Date
Author: berry_hearts
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this work of fiction. I don’t own 10TIHAY.
Pairings: Kat/Patrick. Cameo by Bianca
Spoilers: Takes place immediately after “Great Expectations”
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If he was keeping track (which he was) their first date was actually their third. The Filthy Souls concert, and then that stupid Fall Fling were first of many epic failures in dating. They were both perfectly good evenings until one of them got LEFT BEHIND by the other one- and in his defense he was in handcuffs. Endings aside, they were more- enjoyable than his normal outings with the crazy, female sex ( he could hear Kat’s voice correcting him “gender not sex” and maybe that was proof enough that he was crazy).
Whenever he was with Kat something memorable happened, unlike his normal contact with girls; where they didn’t talk about anything meaningful and she did her nails. Boring. If there’s no one to rag on the shitty bassist with or the lead singer’s drug addiction- what was the point of buying the chick dinner?
Joking about sex rehab was a refreshing change. As sick as that sounded. Patrick did feel bad about her Tofu poisoning, though, so he effing called her at nine in the morning. On a weekend. To see if she was feeling better. After hearing some fascinating facts about medicinal purposes of ginger ale somehow found himself on his bike on the way to see her. So they could watch a movie. About plants. Stupid Stupid Stupid.
Bianca breezed past him and he entered the house, saying that he looked great and the birds were singing- he wasn't really paying attention, he was too busy hoping her Dad was still asleep. Seeing that PowerPoint twice was bad enough. He stayed up until 3AM and if he didn’t score a nap while watching probably the most boring movie ever he was probably going to snap.
“So! Here we are on date number four. You didn’t have to wear your pajamas.” Kat apparently kept track too. She looked like she had spent the whole morning puking. Yeah he should just go while he still had his man card and his health-she just looked so pale and that weird muscle near his heart was twitching. He took a sip of her ginger ale, bending down to her eye-level. A piece of hair fell into her eyes (again) so he tucked the stray piece of hair behind her ear, her clammy face brushing against his palm.
He meant to say something about the great thing about pajamas (that they were easily removed) but he mumbled something to the effect of “Glad you’re feeling okay.”
Besides he liked his testicles intact. The smile she gave him was worth it.
Patrick glanced down to his sweatpants and tank top and shrugged. “Didn’t want to mess with your convoluted expectations of dressing up. Besides I’ve already seen you in your pajamas.” Why should he dress up to watch a movie about plants?
She pulled the blanket tighter against her legs to cover herself, which was ridiculous. The second she realized what she was doing, Kat frowned at him- it was not his fault she was insecure about pajamas. And she knew it. She had this weird habit of taking things out on him that really should be taken out on herself.
“Oh don’t be like that Babe.” He mocked, grabbing her feet and placing them in his lap. “If you wanna lose the blanket, you and I can make our own secret life of-Hey Dr. Stratford.” Patrick gave her father a half-hearted wave and slowly removed his hand from her feet (black toe nail polish? Really?)
“Why are you wearing pajamas? In my house?!”
“Didn’t want Kat to feel overdressed.” Patrick shrugged. Kat’s feet were in his lap and he was sure if Dr. S moved the blanket they would have a problem. “Since she’s sick and all.” He added for good measure. His face softened slightly glancing at the saltines and ginger ale but then the “Dad Mode” was back. Brow raised, mouth ajar- serial killers probably have the same look before they kill someone. He would make a great assassin.
Kat coughed on cue and nodded, “Dad, we’re on the couch. Communal property. And watching a documentary, even if Patrick doesn’t want to, so relax.”
“I’d be more than happy to watch with you- No Relaxing! There will be no relaxing!”
“Dad. No.” Kat frowned. “We’ll be fine. Right Patrick?”
“Best Behavior, I promise, Dr. S.” Patrick hoped that was the Eagle Scouts sign. He didn’t really pay attention to that part- well ever. Thankfully, Crazy Father exited stage left and they were left to watch: “Did that plant just eat a fish?!?!”
“Yes. Yes it did.” Kat smirked. She maneuvered her way down the couch to sit next to him, the springs squeaking as she did her best to stay underneath the blanket while sitting. The wiggling finally stopped her body coming to a rest next to her body flush against his side. She was warm from the blanket and smelled like Fabreeze- that she must have sprayed before he got there. He liked this Kat, quiet, softer.
He loved the feisty Kat, though and that was the scariest thing of all. Her hand didn’t hesitate before finding his own and lacing their fingers together- damnit Kat. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They weren’t supposed to get involved like this- even if he wanted to. “I’m gonna put my arm around you, or is that too domineering for you?”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way. Should I call you ‘booski’ or ‘Patty’ or perhaps the old standby, ‘Lovah’? Because you crossed into boyfriend territory about ten minutes and a shared ginger ale ago.”
“Your Dad would love that.” He wrapped his arm around her and settled into the couch. “Hell, I think you’re the first Girlfriend I’ve had that I actually liked talking with more than the making out.”
“It’s funny. Good Looking Guys are usually much better liars.”
He choked on his own spit (again) and tried his best to mumble out a warning.
“What?”
“I hope you used Listerine.” He repeated, pushing the hair out of her eyes before leaning in to kiss her. The kiss didn’t connect because she hesitated, not willing to initiate the kiss. “Why am I always the one who has to kiss-”
Her hands wrapped into his hair and his head was being pulled down to her lips, promptly ending his train of thought. The gummy taste of her organic beeswax lip balm leeched into his mouth but he wasn’t complaining because her tongue was -ugh. She was good at kissing. It was cruel really that she wasted so much time talking about the environment and saving the woodland creatures when they could be doing this. All. Fucking. Day. Preferably naked- the day that happened would be very memorable in the life of Patrick Verona. He opened one eye to see if her father was around but all he got was an glimpse of Kat’s irises- little flecks of gold somehow brighter whenever they did- this. Whatever it was. She pushed him down across the collar, sinking the two of them into the couch.
“I knew I liked you-” Patrick smirked, his hands finding their way to her ass. He could practically feel her panties through the soft flannel. Somehow everything about her turned him on. She was so damn hot without even trying.
“Less talking.” She smirked sealing their lips together once more.
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