2020-05-22 - Humans and Avatars - Sajani and Patrick

*****WARNING*****This blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.


Sajani came home after work on Friday night to change and pick up her packed backpack and walk to Patrick’s apartment. She had felt like she was trembling a bit all day, in a good way. She had never slept at a man’s apartment, and certainly not in a man’s bedroom. When she and Dan had dated so briefly their night together had been in her dorm room. Patrick was so different from Dan that who she was with Dan was almost unrecognizable to her now. Patrick made her feel fully like  a woman without them even having had sex in it’s complete form. Although she did feel like what they already shared was making love in it’s own right. And it was love. He was love.Piara, she had named his avatar. And she was going to share that with him tonight. She almost tripped over her own foot in distraction as she daydreamed and turned the corner past the Perkatory. She was wearing comfy clothes but she had packed a dress just in case. Right now she had on a pair of rolled up cherry pink sweats and a aqua coloured loose scoop neck and back t-shirt with a yoga silhouette made out of words. Under it was a hot pink tank top that matched the sweats. She wore a light long grey cardigan on top and sandals on her feet. Her toenails were freshly polished from the day before in a lighter pink with a  bit of a shimmer. Her backpack was on her back, plain black with cutesy little pins on it and her usual colourful purse was over one shoulder. In no time she was at Patrick’s door, shyly knocking.

Patrick stood in his bedroom looking around it.  He’d actually cleared out space for Sajani in a drawer and in the closet.  She wasn’t moving in, but he had told her to bring stuff to leave. So she wouldn't have to lug stuff back and forth.  He’d already double checked with Chris, and he had plans to spend the night with Noelle at her place.  Chris had also told him he could get extra condoms from the box in his bedside table.  Patrick just thanked him, not wanting to get into the fact that they weren’t at the condom phase of their relationship yet.  That conversation was bound to come up, but not tonight.  He entered his bathroom from his bedroom, looking at it, nodding to the new can of air freshener in a floral scent.  and deciding that it was clean.  Then he looked down at himself.  A plain, unadorned grey t-shirt, his usual grey sweatshorts and his bare feet.  Perfect for a Friday night playing video games with his girlfriend.  Dinner was going to be pizza.  He just wasn’t sure if he was going to make it and impress her or order out.  The knocking on the door brought him out of his thoughts and he moved to the door opening it and giving her a smile.  “Hey there .. come on in….”  he’ll hold the door for her and once she is in he’ll close the door and lock it behind her.  Then, if he can, he’ll gather her in his arms for a quick kiss.

Sajani sweetly smiled at Patrick and took in his cosy grey comfy clothes. She was glad she’d chosen sweats now too. “Hi.” She greeted enthusiastically and stepped in. Before she even had a shoe off he was pulling her into his arms and kissing her and she gladly partook of the affection and returned it. When they let go she used her toes to slide off her shoes, and put them with the others she saw, the big man shoes from both brothers who lived there. She set down her purse by her shoes and kept her backpack on one shoulder awaiting instructions or a tour, whatever he wanted she was happy with.

He looks at her shoes besides his and Chris’s.  She could have tucked both of hers into one of his.  Space saving ideas.  Looking around.  “Okay … dime tour.  I mean, you know the living room, kitchen and dining room.  He motions.  “That door there is Chris's bedroom and that door off the kitchen is the house bathroom … also known as my bathroom.  And this door…”  he motions.  “Is my room.  I set aside some space for you.  One wide drawer and you can have most of the closet.  I only have like one suit.”  he realizes he’s rambling and walks in ahead of her.  It is a bit cramped with his large bed, but actually decently neat.  The dresser is actually IN the closet taking up half of it, but his single suit is hung up in a corner over it.   The top of his dresser has a couple old high school trophies and memorabilia.  A couple of baseball caps from his summer camp job and a couple of rings, including his high school ring.  “Um ….  Help yourself?”  he climbs onto the middle of his bed and sits cross legged, just sort of drinking her in wanting to see her unpack and make it real for him..

Sajani follows him and looks around. His room is tidy and even smells clean. She sniffs and then nods. “Thank you, you’re very accommodating…” She says with a little giggle. Sajani slides her backpack to the floor. From the back of it she pulls her laptop and a cord and then holds up a finger and takes that out of the room and sets it down on the coffee table in the livingroom before coming back “Figure that can go in there for gaming…” Then she pulls out a small makeup bag and a travel bag for toiletries and sets them just on top of the dresser. She takes off her grey cardigan sweater and hangs it up because it’s warm enough in Patrick’s apartment. Then she looks at him watching her and flushes “Uh I feel a little scrutinized…” She teases as she casually takes out a sundress and hangs that up. It’s the dress she wore on the day of her OT appointment and she had been wearing on their missed attempt at a first date, the pink dress with the yellow belt and the hearts, her lucky dress. “This can live here now. I hope you know, it’s my favourite…” Sajani admits. Then she shyly unpacks a few pairs of painties and a bra and puts them in the dresser drawer and looks back at him again with a little wink.

Patrick winks when she calls him accommodating and them smiles as she moves her laptop into the living room.  “It’s a good place.  Mine and Chris’s are in there, too.  And one each in our bedrooms.”  his other one leans against the wall under the window.  He grins when he says he's scrutinizing her.  “I can’t stop looking at you, Sudara.”  he tells her with complete honesty.  The dress evokes memories of her last time in the apartment and he’s flattered she is moving it here.  It said the words neither of them could say aloud yet.  After her wink, he smiles.  “I promise not to wear yours if you promise not to wear mine….”  after all his boxer briefs are in there too.  He forces himself to get off of the bed.  “All unpacked?  We can go to the living room and I can explain the set-up….”

Sajani is not quite done yet and reaches into the backpack “I’m not sure mine would be very comfortable on you...but I won’t judge you if you get curious…” She teases. She has yoga clothes for the morning to teach that are fairly obvious; yoga tights, a sports bra and a little shirt with the Northern  Lights logo on it. She sets those in the drawers and then reaches one more time “I didn’t forget my pajamas….you can even choose later.” She actually holds them up on these to be cheeky. One option is a sweet little nightgown with a bow and strappy shoulders. And the other is a ruffled tank top style set with matching pants in a pink butterfly pattern. In truth she had enough clothes for days but Sajani was often indecisive.

Patrick eyes the yoga tights and asks innocently.  “If I get into yoga, do I have to wear the tights?  They seem .. well …  tight.”  and when presented with a choice of her lingerie, he bites his lip.  “The bow thingie.”  he decides.  “It’s pretty.”

Sajani giggles “Most guys who come to classes wear short, t shirts..” She gestures at him “Sweats.” she puts the pajamas away with his choice resting on top “It is pretty and comfy….ok explain your set up to me gamer guy.” She walks up and kisses his cheek and is ready to move to the living room.

Patrick chuckles.  “Good.  The sweats are … lumpy enough.”  he accepts the kiss and leads her into the living room.  “Alright.  Chris’s laptop is the one in the console with the TV.  Mine is on the coffee table.”  he starts.  “That's the PS4,  XBox1 and Xbox 360.  Games are backwards compatible .. well a lot of them … so Chris and I can play games at the same time .. hence the two televisions.”  he clears his throat and moves to the couch.  “But for now …. My laptop.  I downloaded that Fairy Land game and installed it so …. I guess it’s time for you to educate me, Sudara.”  he sits down on the couch and boots up his laptop.  The desktop is awash in flames … but that is his job.

Sajani nods at each console. Three of those and two TVs seemed excessive to her but hey, they were boys. “OK cool...Fairy Realms by the way..” She politely corrects with a sweet smile at what he calls her. “Good you have the client. I made you an avatar but we need to transfer that to you...so I’m going to just log into the site and change my email to yours and then you’ll get an email...blah blah blah…” She’s opening her laptop and booting it up. She settles in beside him but turns so she’s sort of facing him and he can’t immediately see her screen. Her laptop is a light pink Dell. “I don’t think we’ve ever emailed...what’s your email Patrick?”

Patrick snaps his fingers.  “Realms .. sorry.”  he listens to the beginning steps.  “Okay …”  he tells her his gmail address .. the one he uses for everything.  “WetOnTheHot at gmail dot com.”  he tells her.  He shrugs.  “What can I say.  Chief Stanley really impressed me when we were in high school..

Sajani has to laugh at his email address and just gives him a little look “Wow it’s a good thing you’re a firefighter….” She inputs it and clicks save. “I put the password as Sudara but you can change it anytime. You’ll get an email that I changed the email...so check that and then we can log in.” She doesn’t tell him the user name but the email will be addressed to “Piara”.  And then she just clicks her Fairy Realms Client app open so she’s ready to log in when he is.

Patrick smiles.  “I’ve known what I wanted to do for a living around 9th grade.  Maybe even 8th.  By some miracle I didn't need to put numbers in my email so …”  he pulls up his email and pulls up the client as he waits.  “So you’ve been playing this game for …” he stops, looking at his email notification and then seeing the subject line.  He stares with wide eyes and slowly turns his head to look at her.  He reaches for her laptop and moves it to the coffee table and then leans forward, searching her eyes, then kissing her deeply, forgetting all about fairies and realms and everything with a single subject line.

Sajani had been hoping he knew what the word meant and then as he moved her laptop it was confirmed. She looked lovingly into his eyes and then he was kissing her and she kissed him back deeply as well with incredible passion. She had offered love and he had accepted it. Sajani wrapped her arms around Patrick’s shoulders and held him tightly just basking and getting lost in him.

Patrick kissed her back with such passion it was almost overwhelming.  He pushed her back slightly, then broke the kiss.  “Yes .. god yes…”  it isn’t saying the words.  He isn’t sure they are ready to translate it.  “For so long.”  he murmurs  and begins to backup a little bit.  Fairies … something about fairies …..

Sajani is shivering a bit from his passion and her own. She lets him push her back. He could do anything he wanted if he kept kissing her like that. She’s breathless when he breaks the kiss and smiling at his words. She reaches up a hand and runs it through his hair “So long? Do you mean so long for us to do this?” She asks gently, searching his face. The Realms weren’t going anywhere.

Patrick closes his eyes as she runs her fingers through his hair.  He can’t hold it back when she does that.  Caressing her face, he sighs.  “No …  yes …  I mean … I … um … “  he clears his throat.  “I’ve felt like this for years.  I already felt like this when I asked you out in 12th grade.  I mean … maybe it was stupid but ….  Yea … I … “  he sighs deeply, still scared .. had he mistranslated?  He thought he had a decent grasp on the language.  Not degree worthy, but ..

Sajani can see Patrick struggling and she feels a lump in her throat at what he’s saying and her eyes fill up with tears. She inhales and bravely adn tearfully says “Patrick, I love you.” As her tears spill over. She closes her eyes after in case for some reason she’s got where he’s going with it wrong. But he did say since high school.

Patrich somehow sobs and laughs in relief at the same time.  “Sajani …  I love you too.”  he can feel tears welling.  As tough as he could be, he knew he could be a crier.  Chris could be too.  They were just selective of who they cried in front of.  “And yea … What can I say … it's like .. wwe pick a woman young and can’t stop loving them …”  he snorts.  “Kinda the same thing happened to Chris.”  he caresses her face.  “Yea …  I love you, Sudara.”  And he goes in for another kiss.

Sajani is fully crying now as he starts and then tells her he loves her. She kisses him tearfully but it’s happiness spilling over and it mixes with a tender passion. She can’t even speak, she can only hold him and kiss him. It turned out the guy she’d been waiting for for so many years was the first one she said yes to.

Patrick leans forward a bit as he kisses her.  The words were out and she hadn’t laughed or slapped him or politely packed up her laptop and left, with promises that her father would pick her things up later.  Even better … she loved him, too.  All these years … at least for him.  His kisses become more intense and he realizes he is guiding them into a lying position on the couch.  He grapes the back of the couch and feels one of the thin throws they kept there for when it got cool in the house and no one wanted to adjust the heat.  Feeling it, he wonders if maybe the fairies can wait for a little while.  But for no… more kissing.

Sajani’s tears dissipate into her and Patrick’s skin as they keep kissing. She can feel him lying them down and she shudders a bit. He was on top of her and she loved the feeling of him pressing down on her. She kissed him harder and held him tighter, letting one leg work it’s way out from under him and hooking her foot around the back of his knee. She had completely forgotten about Fairy Realms. She felt him pulling a blanket but it wasn’t on top of them yet. Was he thinking of getting under the covers? God she hoped so.

Patrick continues to kiss her, but then feels her hook his knee.  He breaks the kiss and pulls himself up a bit.  Taking the throw off of the back of the choch, he almost dramatically throws it over his shoulders and then lowers himself again, this time pulling the throw over his head.  He kisses her softly.  “I just … I need to worship you, Sudara.”  he rasps and begins to nuzzle her neck, moving his hand under the covers to rub at her

Sajani stifled a giggle at the dramatic cape like movements of the throw. She smiles at it over his head and kisses him back. It’s simultaneously hot and adorable. It’s his voice that gets her though, always and today he’s raspy. She gives a little gasp “Well worship away..” She gives a breathy laugh and then he's at her neck and she lets out a little “Oh…” as his hands start rubbing her side...

Patrick nuzzles at her neck after she tells him to worship away.  If that wasn’t consent, nothing was.  He works his hand under her top. Searching for her breast.  While he pushes the top up. He lowers his head, shaking it a bit so that her head is outside, but his head is under the throw.  Fumbling, he tries to find the flesh under her layers and if he can free one breast he will kiss her nipple softly.  He can’t see terribly well under the throw, but can tell that is is light in the apartment.

Sajani’s breath gets faster. She can tell what Patrick wants and decides to be nice and assist. She arches her back and reaches under her shirt and tank top and unclasps her bra and then says sweetly “One moment” and wriggles a bit and twists and it’s off and discarded to the side.

Patrick kisses her belly while she does him the favor of taking off her bra for him.  “Mmm thank you,”  he murmurs with his lips on her skin.  Then he moves back to the breast, licking and playing with her nipple for many blissful seconds before gently sucking her nipple into his mouth, flicking the nipple now and again.

Sajani runs her fingers through his hair under the blanket and softly moans. She squirms a bit but in a good way “Oh...god..” she murmurs. He’s driving her crazy.

Patrick moves from one nipple to the other, suckling, kissing and licking her nipples.  His hand moves between her legs and will urge her to part the,, then, for the first time, move his body between them.

Sajani assumes Patrick is going to just touch her like he has been but then he moves and she looks down at his form and feels herself hold her breath. She had fantasized about him doing this...and now he was looking like he might. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, spreading her legs more to give him permission to do it, still dressed, but permission through motion.

Patrick begins to kiss his way down her belly.  He  strokes both of her sides and hooks her pink sweats and her panties and makes as if he is going to take them off of her.

Sajani shudders and lifts her hips up, to assist Patrick once again. She’s trembling a bit in anticipation.

Patrick works his way down, kissing her pubic mound and inhaling deeply.  Using his fingers, he parts her dark hairs, but cannot really see her treasure.  He assumes it is as beautiful as the woman and kisses her clit.  Then he slowly begins to lick her clit, feeling its hardness with his tongue.  He swallows and moans softly.  This was something he wanted to taste again .. and he does, giving another soft loving lick.

Sajani’s eyes go wide as he kisses and then licks. He head rolls back and she gasps. He moans and she sort of whimpers in pleasure. Not only is he pleasing her but he likes it. When he licks her again she presses into him and cries out “Oh yes...oh please….”

Patrick saddles himself onto his belly and bends his knees, resting them on the arm of the couch.  She cries out and he grins a bit.  He would kill to see her face … but knows .. someday he will … but even if he never does, her sounds speak volumes.  He spreads her open a little more and begins to circle her clit with his tongue.  Not fast but not very slowly either,  He swallows again, pausing only to pluck a loose hair out of his mouth.  It doesn’t bother him a bit.

Sajani is writhing. She feels like she could almost die right now and life would be good. Can you die of pleasure? Because Patrick is so good at this she thinks she might. She moans softly over and over, pushing into his tongue as he circles. She leans back a  bit and slides a leg over his shoulder murmuring “Oh god Patrick…..”

Patrick would eat her out for hours if he could, and yet he can hardly want to see how she cums when pleased this way. He pulls his head back just a little bit, circling her clit a bit faster … sending her pleasure up a notch to see how she reacts … it is gloomy under the throw, but this woman is the light of his life.

Sajani presses her foot into his back on the leg she tossed over a shoulder and gently lifts herself with it as well as her hips. She shaking and moaning a lot not at each lift, feeling his tongue send her to the edge. She grips the blanket with both hands as she starts to lose it and her head snaps back, she’s bucking into him now, she can’t help it. She cries out as she cums “Oh...Oh...oh god….oh fuck….yes…” As her orgasm radiates out from the point of contact his tongue has on her and in all directions.

Patrick moans as she starts to cum and caresses the leg that is on his shoulder.  He presses his tongue into her clut, feeling it throb with its release.  Grinning, he realises she’s sworn.  A rarity and he hopes he can make her swear more in passion.  Already hanging half off of the couch, he drops silently on the floor on his knees.  He pulls back from her clot and turns his head, kissing her thigh.  Then he ducks his head under her leg and straightens it on the couch, keeping her covered at all times.  He scoots along the floor and finally pokes his head out.  He wonders if she would be offended by his kiss, his lips and mouth wet with her juices right now.  But that thought is too exciting and he is now going through fire drills in his head, lessening his erection.  “Thank you.”  he whispers and knows she will smell herself on his breath.

Sajani is still shaking a bit and almost trance like and when his face appears before her and he thanks her she laughs “YOU’RE thanking ME?” She grabs him and kisses him deeply. She did smell herself and she knew she would taste it but she doesn’t care. And she finds as she starts to kiss him that it’s surprisingly erotic. She moans into the kiss and then when it finally breaks she smiles at him and asks sweetly in a little mischievous whisper “Can I try to do that to you?”

Patrick is honestly surprised by her kiss, but pleasantly.  It is not revolting to her .. that was a possibility.  When she asks him if she can return the favor, he shakes his head.  “I’d love that, but now .. this .. this was all about you.  Call it my inner feminist.”  he winks at her and kisses her quickly.  “You probably need some liquids.”  he caresses her face.  “Lay here and I’ll get you some.”  He kisses her.  “God I love you, woman.”  and he stands.  His erection is gone now, thanks to boring thoughts.  He turns and heads into the kitchen, trying his damndest to NOT think that she wanted to return the favor.  As it is, he expects he will have to explain himself when he returns.  In the kitchen, he gets some orange juice out of the fridge and pours two glasses.

Sajani looks at Patrick in disbelief. What man turned down a blow job? Even Dan had wanted one of those despite his lack of enthusiasm for her body. She sighed and laughed, shaking her head “Ok….maybe later then?” She calls back “I love you too…” She tries to find her coordination and get herself redressed feeling a little dizzy still and stunned from his refusal.

Patrick brings the glasses of OJ into the living room and squats in front of her, offering her one.  “Here.  This’ll help.”  He knows she came hard. He could feel it on his tongue.  If she takes it, he will then scan the floor and find her sweats, the panties still inside and offer them to her with one hand while sipping his juice with the other.

Sajani takes the OJ with one hand “Thank you…” and the sweats and panties with the other. She sips long and then again and sets down the glass and sighs at him “I would still be happy to go down on you….Mr. Inner Feminist….” She teases. She considers how to redress in front of him but since he’s already seen and tasted everything she just stands, lets the blanket fall and lets him see her again as she steps into her bottom layers. She leaves the bra off for now. She’s comfortable with him now, unlike the first night where she felt embarrassed to be found lounging at home without one.

Patrick chuckles at his new nickname, which he prays will not stick.  “I appreciate that, and I’m not saying that I don’t want that….”  his cock threatened to twitch and just when he thought he had it under control, she stands and the blanket falls from her.  He sees her before she puts her sweats back on and drinks his OJ as if it were spiked with alcohol, draining the glass.  He clears his throat, ignoring his twitching cock.  “I’m not saying I don’t want that.  I do.  But … “  he tries to think of a good way to explain.  “I made a promise that I would treat the woman I loved with the respect she deserved.  Worship her like a queen.  For me that means that .. at least once … I please you and that’s that.  My way of telling you that it’s not always about me.”  he shrugs.  He pulls himself up onto the couch.  “You’re the woman I love … and this is going to start off right, if that makes sense.”  he winks.  “Now … where were we?  Oh right I was going to set up my account and you totally surprised my long withheld confession of love out of me…  right. I remember now.”

Sajani just sighs at him “Ok…..” She laughs “Who did you promise that to? Like to yourself? Is this like some fireman code thing….rescue all kittens and please the women folk.?” She’s teasing to wrap her own head around it. ”Or have I just won the lottery of lovers?”  Because he was like an emotional and sexual fairytale. She logged herself into Fairy Realms vowing to find a way to repay the favour later.

Patrick shakes his head.  “That's more Caito and I don’t think you’d really like it all that much.”  he clears his throat.  “I think I told you about Regina.  I was 19 … she was 32 … summer of 2016?  She taught me .. well frankly everything about how to make love .. how to please a woman.  And she told me not to be a dog like so many men are.  That when I was with a woman I loved to remember that sometimes it wasn't about me getting my rocks off.  She taught me how to think a hard-on away so I could just concentrate on the woman I loved and wanted to please.”  he reaches for his computer and, this time, is about to log into the account.  “I’m not a feminist man … but I know I want to please you .. my Sudara.  And I didn’t want you feeling you owed me anything for making you cum or anything like that.”  he clears his throat and looks at his screen as he logs in and looks at this world he was about to learn for his girlfriend.

Sajani takes all this in and smiles “God I feel like I should send her a thank you card now.” She’s only half kidding “I read a book that talked about that….how what you learn with one person benefits the next….” She ponders this “I had no experience to base it on but it just sunk in. And I can tell you right now, you’ll never want to send a card to Dan…” She jokes “Ok Fairy Realms...so you’ll be coming in in this field. I’m waiting there. My fairy is Korra. I made a human….it just seemed right.” In fact she had made a rather Patrick like human in simple attire with some leather armour a nice bow and a quiver of arrows. Piara was tasteful, attractive, gentle looking.

Patrick chuckles.  “Sounds like a book I’d read no matter when it was written.”  and he laughs at the idea that he'd never send a card to Dan.  Then he is inworld and Patrick sees his avatar and fiddles with the controls to see himself from 360 degrees.  It looked a little like he did and he’s flattered.  For a minute, he plays with the controls, trying to figure out walking … at least.  “It looks like me .. thank you.”  He is usually human in his games, so that was familiar.

Sajani smiled. She had made the right call “I figured you’d prefer some realism.” Her avatar flew above him and then landed and she said “Hang on…” And she fiddled with something in the inventory menu and her tiny fairy changed into a human woman with brown skin and dark hair and some leather armour that looked similar to his but with feminine cuts. “There, now we’re closer in height for my being your tour guide. If you right click on me you can add Kora as a friend. Then we can teleport each other more easily.”  they were in a field at the edge of a pixilated village. In the distance you could see little chimneys with smoke pluming from them and hear the tinned sound of the bustle of a medieval town.

Patrick watched her turn from fairy into a human that looked more like herself and he smiles slightly.  “Ok … right click and … there …”  he looked at the area around them.  “So far, so good.”  he says, softly.  “Are we just .. marching into the village or ….”

Sajani accepted his friend request in game and pondered “Well it depends what you want. We can get into a mission and you can try some of your stuff like your bow and arrow. You also have a few spells. Before we go anywhere Control I for Inventory and at least look at it. Try carrying something so you can if we get into a skirmish because once we’re somewhere with creatures or NPCs we can get attacked. For example, find your bow and then click on it and then use your mouse to aim and hit the middle mouse button to shoot an arrow….”

Patrick nodded.  “I’d like to know what I’m doing before I start getting into trouble .. or trouble finds me.”  he Control I’d and looked at his inventory.  “Okay … bow…”  he clicked on it and aimed at a tree in the distance.  “Aim and shoot ….”  he mods to himself, sitting on the edge of the couch.  He did it a few times, trying to get the hang of it.  “Do I collect my arrows once their spent?  And is there a limit to how many arrows I can carry?”  he asks, still getting comfortable with the bow and using it.

Sajani thinks “You don’t have to collect them. If you have a quiver that holds a dozen then you always have a dozen until your health goes down. It’s a weird system I know. Same with potions. You get a certain number of swigs and the bottle is always that many. Spells are fairly unlimited too. It’s a fantasy game.” She shrugs “Do you want to try a mission?”

Patrick nodded slowly.  “Ok so not like The Last Of Us where I can collect my arrows after a kill and find them randomly.”  he nods.  “OK …  spells … is there a hotbar or something I put these things in?  Menu driven….”  he shrugs.  “If I die in the game, will you still love me?”  he glances at her and winks.  Cause if not I’ll stay here till I figure it all out.”

Sajani giggled “Yes I’ll still love you and you can respawn. It’s pretty lightweight here. If we go talk to certain NPCs in the town they have missions...like the barmaid at the Merfolk Inn or the blacksmith. They’ll ask us to collect things. Do you want to try something like that?”

Patrick winked at her reply.  “Yea.  Let’s go for it.  Best way to learn it is to play it.”

Sajnai’s avatar Korra leads the way down a dirt path that eventually opens to a cobbled street. As they get into the town there’s every kind of avatar; fairy, gnome, dwarf, elf, and even a few trolls. The screen becomes a wash of all the local chats and it scrolls bay at an alarming rate. Some of it is friends talking, people boasting about missions and trophies. One of the trolls is harassing a group of gnomes and getting sexually inappropriate. The word Reported flies across the screen a few dozen times and the troll vanishes. This is all before they’ve even reached the pub. “Typical..” Sajani says with a laugh. They enter the pub and the barmaid greets them with a generic script. Sajani nods at it “Ok so you pick your replies but ask her if there’s anything you can do for her and she’ll tell you.”

Patrick takes in the different avatars with interest.  The graphics weren't great shakes but that doesn’t bother him too much.  He watches the harassment and banishment with a simple “Hm.”  He moves to the barmaid and asks her if there’s anything he can do for her.  She tells them that her father is being held for ransom and asks him to rescue him.  Patrick clicks his reply in the affirmative and they are out of the pub.  “Alright .. now we have to find the guy and rescue him.”  he guesses.  “But can we go in and kidnap him back?  Using like … stealth?”

Sajani thinks about the mission and then eyes Patrick “How lawful are you in video games?” She asks with a giggle and then logics it out “Ransom to me implies we have to pay the captors….so we could earn the in game coins, I have some but not what they’re asking for him...we could steal it, we could try to overpower the captors and either peacefully knock them out, distract them...or my last choice would be kill them off. I have sleeping fairy dust. Maybe we could trick them?”

Patrick listens and considers all of her options.  “Well first of all, she says her father has been kidnapped and wants us to bring him home.  I don’t know that woman.  Why would I spend my hard won money on ransom for a complete stranger?  I’m not THAT nice.  Killing people tends to bring about reprisals sooner or later.  Their friends come after you.  I like your idea of trying to trick them.”  he frowns slightly.  “How can we do that?  Nothing that troll was suggesting, I hope.”

Sajnai smiles at Patrick’s reasoning “Well probably if we save her father she’ll owe Piara and you can cash in on that later if you’re looking for supplies or you’re a fugitive. But regardless let’s see if we can trick them. I suspect he’s in one of the dungeons in this town because that's often how these work. Wear your bow before we go in because they’re full of orcs. Let’s try the one at Zar Castle. We can just teleport unless you really want to walk?”

Patrick considers.  “I’ll assume I can trust her.  That's how the AI works.”  He looks around at the graphics and wears his bow.  “Do we have to kill the orcs or can we get in and out without all that?”  then he nods when he’s ready.  “Let’s teleport.”

“Orcs we kill..because they’ll kill us otherwise. Kind of a one dimensional foe. Sometimes you can avoid them. I’ll go in front….you’re going to see a side to me you don’t know…” She laughs and then equips her avatar with dual swords “We can get you some of these with the points after this mission. I’ll tp in and tp you…” Sajani does so and as soon as they step into the castle and descend to the dungeons it is literally screeching with orc cries. “Ugh….”

Patrick sees the swords and arches his brow.  Was his sweet gentle flower a bad ass biatch?  That could be …. Interesting.  He TP’s into the room and hears the cries and then the attack begins.  At first he takes hits, trying to learn, but it doesn’t bother him.  In less than two minutes he is killing the orcs with one or two shots.  This not running out of arrows thing had its upside.  Yea magic.  He also fights without saying anything in real life.

Sajani’s fighting style is truly random. She got the dual swords so she could just keep swinging and not have to be as accurate. Seh was better with spells than hand to hand combat but she seems to enjoy herself and she’s ever so polite about it “Oh pardon me….sorry about that...oh dear you should really get to a healer…”is her running chatter as she slashes. At one point she almost takes Patrick’s avatar out at the kneecaps and looks up awkwardly “Sorry.” She smiles sheepishly. Finally they’re through the orcs and they come to a cell with an old man in it.

Once Patrick figures out ho to use his bow efficiently, he can play and look around to see how Sajani plays.  Her talk amuses him and he arches his brows when she nearly takes him out.  “If you wanted me to lay down all you had to do was ask.”  he tells her, a bit flirtatiously.  Then they are at the cell with the old man and he moves to interact.  The old man thanks him and promises him all manner of favors.  “Lucky choice, Sudara.”

Sajani nods “That worked out...let me bust him out and we can tp him with us I think…” She uses a spell from her inventory and the cell door pops open with an odd giggling noise “It’s a tickle spell….it tickles anything. Take that anyway you want and you can lie down after.” She flirts and  teases back. The old man cries with relief and they all tp away back to the Mermaid’s Tavern to watch he and his daughter embrace. The daughter bestows bags of coins, a jug of mead and a chicken upon Piara and his XP points in the corner  rack up too.

Partick watches the spell with another “Hm” and, when Sajani flirts and teases back, he glances at her with a smirk.  “I had definitely hoped to.”  he ses the mead and the chicken and the money.  “So noe I’m sure we have the money to buy a lovely house in the hills and live happily ever after?”  he teases.

Sajani giggles “Yes with occasional garden de-trolling. Anyhow this is basically how it goes. Now you know in case you want to come on with Pixe and I...and possibly her Gnomeo. It’s kid of formulaic. You get missions, you fight things or hide from things, and then you earn stuff. There’s orcs, giant spiders...stuff like that. We can log out here. What did you think?” She makes to log out her avatar and waits for him.

Patrick clears his throat.  “Yea .. the kid that isn’t her son but her boyfriend.  Got it.”  He remembers his mistake the day before.  He makes to log out.  “The graphics are strange for me, but I can get used to it.  I am not impressed by the trolls.”  he purses his plis.  “I’ll play a little on my own Sunday morning after work and learn the controls a lot better before I play with you and your friends.  I don’t want to embarrass you.”  or himself, for that matter.  As the game shuts down he looks around the room.  The mission was longer than he thought it was .. it was nearly full dark out now.  “Do you want another drink?”  he asks  “I thought Imight make some pizzas .. we have homemade pita bread I can make them off of to your specific instructions.”  he offers.  “Shouldn't take very long at all.”

Sajani closes her laptop and looks around too. It was getting dark “I wouldn’t worry about embarrassing me. Pizza sounds good but let me help you. I’ll bring my cup. I think I just need some water. Actually give me one moment to use your bathroom first.” She wanders in that direction but slowly enough to hear if he replies.

Patrick smiles.  “Sure I’d love to cook with you.”  He stands in the kitchen while she heads in the bathroom pulling out the pita, some cheese and several containers containing sliced vegetables of all kinds.  He also pulled out the remnants of canned tomato sauce.  Raising his voice, he calls out.  “I didn’t think to pick up any meat, so I hope a veggie pizza is okay.”

Sajani does what she needs to and then as she was washing her hands she notices the air freshener and laughs a little. It looks new. She picks it up. It’s lilac. She sets it back down. Had Patrick just been super observant of her for all these years he said he’d loved her. She used to wear lilac perfume in high school. She had kind of given it up when the fog made it unattainable. It was otherwise a funny scent to pick for a men’s bathroom. She hears his veggie question and opens the door “Yeah veggie’s fine. Did you buy lilac air freshener on purpose?” She asks as she walks over.

Patrick looks at the open containers and is happy theres variety.  At her question he turns to see her coming out of the bathroom.  “Yea.  I did.”  he admits.  “You used to wear that scent at school, didn’t you?  I remember it from the couple classes I sat behind you in.”

Sajani leans against the side of him and gives him a little side body hug and  sigh “Patrick I love you. I wish I had come around to that sooner….tell me what I can slice here or grate.”

Patrick returns the hug.  “I love you too and it’s OK … you were mourning your mother and after that I didn’t think it was the right time .. too soon .. and then graduation .. and you left for college and I went to the fire academy.  Life.  We’re together now so lets enjoy it.”  at her offer, he scoffs.  “Chris and I are a couple bachelors.”  he reminds her.  “So the cheese is already shredded, the vegetables we cut and store to make cooking easier and the sauce is canned.  Basically we toss it in the oven, wait ten minutes and .. viola.”  he claps his hand.  “Bachelor livin;.”

Sajnai looks impressed “I should actually do that since I do a lot of cooking in my house. It would save time. Regardless...your kitchen, you’re the boss...give me a task dear archer.” She implores.

Patrick laughs.  “You’re not a lazy millennial male.”  he reminds her.  Then he looks.  “Make your pizza my beautiful flower.”  he licks his lips.  “Put whatever you have on yours on mine.  I’m curious about your taste …”  he pauses a beat.  “In food.”

Sajani flushes and giggles “Uh huh…..” She takes the pittas and drizzles on sauce and then she looks at the veggie selection and chooses peppers. Mushrooms, red onion, black olives and tomatoes. She had sprinkled a tiny bit of cheese before the veggies and now tops it with cheese like she’s done this before. She looks at Patrick “Do you have any red pepper flakes?”

Patrick watches her with a smile.  “I love black olives.”  he announces and, when she asks for the red pepper flakes, he reaches over her head for the spice cabinet.  “Yes we do.”  he offers a small kiss.

Sajani kisses him back “Thank you.” she sprinkles on what looks like the right amount to her and then says “What do you think?”

Patrick males a point of inspecting and smiles.  “Terrific.  You pass lazy cooking 102.”  he tells her.  Going under the sink, he pulls out a baking sheet and places the pizzas on it, then sticks them in the oven and sets the timer.  “Ten minutes.”

Sajani does a little cheer motion in the air “Go me!” Then she remembers she had meant to get water and walks back to the livingroom for her glass and rinses it in the sink and fills it up. “So what else do you do when you’re chilling around here? Games I kinda know now...books...movies and TV?” She asks curiously. How Patrick lives is interesting to her. And she hopes in a way they’re compatible in their habits. Not rushing, just dreaming.

Patrick sits at the dining table.  “Books, but mostly on my phone or tablet.  Movies, yea.  I like a pretty even mix of stuff.”  He didn't mention kids' movies or sugary cutsie stuff because he suspected he’d be seeing those on the you pick the movie nights and the movies wouldn’t kill him.  “Same with television.  But I DO manage to get out of the house.  I usually participate in the islands morning run.  Yes, I’m usually the one sprinting to catch up with the group.”  he chuckles.  “I work out at The Gym, swim and scuba dive.”  he shrugs.  “I’m a pretty stereotypical guy I think … but I don’t know.“  he cants his head.  “How about you?”

Sajani sits with him and listens, nodding “Some of the same. But different fitness choices. I hate running, no offense. And I’ve tried the gym but it doesn’t call me. Yoga as you know, walking, riding my bike.” She ponders about the scuba diving “I’ve never scuba dived, snorkeled yes but going deep with an oxygen tank kinda of freaks me out a little. If I have no plans I can be a bit of a TV addict, either cartoons or total trash...there’s really no in between. It’s like a time waster.” She admits shamefully.

Patrick smiles and rests his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand as she tells him her interests.  “I think if I tried yoga I'd need a chiropractor to untangle me.”  he quips.  “Well, I can snorkel too, but I’m on the department's dive team which is why Iearned to snorkel.  You know, boating accidents and the like.”  he didn’t out and out mention drownings.  He grins at her mention of wasting time.  “Well you can always waste time with me.  Or we can do both when we get bored.  I watch television with you and you watch me play a single player game?”  he shrugs.  “Fair warning, Chris will probably be around too and the two of us together usually means a lot of insults and banter.”

Sajani nods gravely about the dive team stuff. She knew the high number of water and boating related emergencies and fatalities from the local news. Sajani looked at Patrick adoringly “I can’t imagine getting bored with you but I suppose it might happen someday...not bored of you...just with you.” She emphasizes and then gets a knowing look “Despite being an only child I have heard sibling banter among my cousins. They can be brutal to one another. I imagine you and Chris are pretty nice about it.”

Patrick beams at her words.  “Yea … with … never of.”  he  chuckles.  “Well .. Chris and I don’t get into a lot of fights.  Our parents never fought, and if Chris and I got into it when we were young our mother would always say ‘Put em away, boys’, then chide us for getting into dick measuring contests.”  hs chuckles.  “The wonders of a feminist mother?”  he shrugs.  “That’s probably one of the reasons I avoid conflict.  I can fight … Chris is better at it, but usually I am the one getting him out of them.  Not thathe does a LOT but … yea.  When he loses it, it can be really hard for him to find it again and it seems I’m the only one who can talk him off that ledge.”

Sajani gives Patrick her full attention, learning more about who he is every day “That explains the situation he got into with injuring himself beating Jack Rose. I realize that one has more layers.” She acknowledges fully “But I remember that from school too about you two.” Now she leans on her hand and looks at him “Your parents NEVER fought? I find that surprising. I mean you know how gentle my father is and my mother was very calm too but they disagreed sometimes, snapped at one another when they were tired, slammed a few cupboard doors. My father of course said it was healthy. I hated it. I mentioned I have a lot of cousins. The one I’m closest too is Priya. I spent a few weeks of a summer at her house once. Her parents, my mother’s sister and her husband, my Aunt Gita and Uncle Ravi….they fought like I had never seen married people do. And not like my parents who always made up after. Gita and Ravi divorced later that year. It was a terrible shock to the family. Not to me...or Priya and her brothers…..they just fell apart. It was so terribly sad.” She sighs and then inhales and sniffs the air “I smell burning...should we check those pizzas?”

Patrick nods.  “Chief Green knocked Chris out to stop him.”  is all he says on the subject of Jack Rose and Chris.  He ponders a moment.  “Well, I mean Mom might drop a plate.  Or Dad would take a sudden walk or something, but that wasn’t fighting.”  he strokes his chin, thinking about it.  “Maybe they just saved it for after us kids went to bed?”  He listens to the story of her aunt and her husband.  “I’ve seen some bad things.  K … this one woman .. we got called in cause there was a kitchen fire and when we got there this guy literally picked this woman up and threw her into a wall.  They weren’t married.  I mean it was at the Olin, but … Domestic disturbances can get out of control.”  Then she mentions burning and he stands as if his shorts were on fire.  “Fuck …”  he rushes to the stove and pulls on an oven mit, rescuing the pizza’s.  “I set your timer you fucktard.”  he rages at the sink.  And it is blinking, as if there was some kind of power surge.  “Oh fuck you, time.”  He looks at the pizzas.  “They’re a little too brown but …”  he looks at her apologetically.  “Probably still edible?”

Sajani had tilted her head taking in all he said about Chief Green and his parents and then shuddered in revulsion at the domestic violence story. She snaps out of it as he reacts to the burning and gets up and follows him after the second f bomb. She examines the pizzas “I think they’re edible...the brown is mostly around the edges….don’t worry about it.” Then she thinks “So for us both to get to work in the morning and all clocks being allergic to your very..” She waves her hands around him “Aura..” she laughs “Should I set an alarm outside your bedroom? I mean I imagine Chris has an alarm clock that works in his room with you sleeping across the way?”

Patrick goes for plates and a knife to cut the tiny pizzas into quarters.  “Your alarm should be fine by my bed.”  he grumbles, steering the pizzas on the table with napkins.  “As long as I don’t set the damn thing.  When we were in school, Patrick’s alarm worked fine.  It’s mine that always fucked up.  Went off ten or even twenty minutes late, so I’d be late for something.  But for school, Chris just rolled me out of bed and we’d be off.”  he grins at her and sits back down.  “You can try that.  Just flip me like a pancake to wake me up.”  although he can think of more pleasurable ways she could wake him up.  Not every morning, of course, but now and again as a change up from literally kicking him out of bed.

Sajani comes back to the table now and laughs “I will see what I can do.” She bites her lip for a moment as her mind races with not remotely pancake like ideas for wakeups as well. Clearing her throat she focuses on pizza. “They do look good.”

Patrick chuckles.  “If you need more ideas, Chris has sprayed me like a cat, taken a pillow and beat me in the head and tickled the bottoms of my feet.  He’s very creative in his attempts to get me up and moving.”  he looks at the pizza and, no that the haze of anger at time is over, they do look good.  Picking up his first piece he nods.  “Thanks to you we don’t have to order out.”  he winks at her and eats, realizing he’s half starved and finishing the quarter in three bites.

Sajani does her little rah rah cheer hand again and sarcastically says “Go Chris.” She smiles and then also being quite hungry she goes quiet and eats her first two pieces pretty non stop. She comes up for air after and says “OK it’s really good…” She takes a sip of her water.

Patrick makes short work of his pizza and, once its history, he nods in satisfaction.  “We did good.”  he wipes at his mouth with the cloth napkin, a very utilitarian grey color.  “Let me visit the bathroom, and I can get the dishes.  Then … The rest of the evening.”  he figures they can maybe lounge .. watch mindless television and later … when they’re both tired … sleep.

Sajani is still on the last of her pizza but nods while she eats. She’ll finish it while he’s in the bathroom and then without invoking any protests sneak the plates and pan and pizza cutter to the sink and start doing the dishes. She’s a courteous guest after all and he just fed her, even though she helped make them. Standing at the sink she easily finds the soap and a cloth and starts washing up.

Patrick takes care of business in the bathroom, flushes and then washes his hand, humming twenty seconds of ‘Speaking Moistly’ to himself.  That never got old and he thought he might well use it as a hand washing timer for the rest of his life.  So far it's the only timer that hasn’t crapped out on him.  After drying his hands, he goes back out to the kitchen and finds Sajani at the sink, doing the dishes.  He moves behind her and puts his hands on her waist.  Nuzzling her neck, he murmurs.  “I could have done that.”

Sajani pauses at his closeness and his touch, closing her eyes and smiling “Mmmm but then I’d miss out on you doing this…” she keeps washing and giggles “I heard you humming. I do that one too a lot.” She puts the last plate into the drying rack and then turns around and kisses him lightly, letting her dripping hands stay far out from his back as her elbows rest on his shoulders.

Patrick laughs in delight.  “My kids are going to use that song for their hand washing lessons.”  he proclaims. “The chorus is a little over twenty seconds.  It’s perfect.  All of Trudeau's speeches should be put to music.”  He kisses her back and then reluctantly pulls back, so she can finish drying the dishes.  He turns and looks towards the front of the apartment, honestly not knowing where to go.  His bedroom and maybe some movies on his laptop or the living room and movies there.  The bedroom, he fears, might be pressuring her, but for the moment he just stands a little spaced out trying to decide.

Sajani is very efficient with the drying and figures out some of the putting away from where she saw him take things from. She laughs about the idea of their PM becoming an ongoing musical and absently says “God I hope Covid doesn’t go on so long that we have to teach our kids to wash their hands to that song.” As soon as she’s said it she hears it back in her head. He said my, she said our. She self consciously rattles around trying to find the drawer for the pizza cutter. He had said he loved her but she didn’t want him to think she was making big plans and get weirded out. Patrick had been standing behind her quietly for some time. Was he contemplating how to run screaming from the room?

Patrick hears the cutlery rattling and thinks she might be having a problem with the Mickey Mouse system he and Chris used for the utensils.  He turns back to her.  “Just toss it in the first available drawer.  That's what we usually do.”  he tells her and then he approaches her again.  “Covid can go away tomorrow .. it’s still a relevant song.  Our kids need to know how to wash their hands and, as much as possible, social distance I think.  Next time it won’t be Covid but .. still a good lesson to learn.”  he realizes that this time, he said ‘our’ and he inhales deeply.  “You know … collective kids.”  if she thought he was thinking of their future children, they probably wouldn’t have sex until their honeymoon.  Then he chided himself on that, too.  So he’d been in love with her for nearly a decade … it was too soon and he knew it.  He takes hold of her hands.  “My movies are on the other laptop … in my room.  I really need to get a TV for in there ..and an HDMI cable… but we can bring it in the living room just as easily.”  He hedges, not wanting her to think he's just trying to get her into bed on some movie ruse.

Sajani shoves the pizza cutter into the first drawer she sees enough room in and then steps closer to him as he talks, smiling sweetly at him when he also says our and then trying not to laugh when he covers with the word collective. She’s not going to address it right now but the whole interaction gives her a little warm feeling in her heart. As much as she waivered on the idea of children sometimes. Picturing having them with Patrick tips her scale towards family. She tries not to let her imagination wander too far in that direction, for now. Seh just kisses his cheek and then listens to him talk about movies and locations. “We both work early. If you want to watch a movie in bed I’m good with that. Just let me set an alarm first. I might even put on pajamas and brush my teeth…” She admits with a giggle.

Patrick nods.  “Yea . lets .. do that.”  he blows out a breath.  “I'll brush my teeth while you get in your pajamas and then we'll switch?”  he knows she probably would like some privacy for changing.  He could strip pretty much anywhere.

Sajani nodded, grinning. It was sweetly domestic. “Ok…” She lets go of his hands and heads to his room. She was rather curious if he’d wear pajamas after what he told her about sleeping naked. She guessed he might to start the bedtime movie…..Stop fantasizing Sajani…..she scolded herself. The thought of a fully naked Patrick made her knees almost buckle as she was stepping out of her sweatpants.She stuffed them into her backpack and even changed her panties because of what they had been doing on the couch earlier. Then she remembered her bra was still out there. She’d get that when she went to brush her teeth. She pulled off her tops together and pulled on the nightgown with the bows, adjusting the strappy shoulders for comfort. It had pink and blue flowers on it and the bow was purple. Then she just waited to switch turns for the bathroom.


Patrick watches her walk off and then heads into the bathroom.  Knowing their plan, he’d bought her a toothbrush, something pretty in pinks and purples.  He couldn’t find anything with flowers in an adult size.  Brushing his own teeth he then rinses and spits, then washes out the sink and sets the new toothbrush where it can be seen by her.  He then ‘changes’ into his pajamas, peeling his shirt off and tossing it in the laundry basket.  Then he walks through the adjourning door to his bedroom and sees Sajani in her nightgown.  He sends his mind to the last scuba drill they had to keep tents out of his sweat shorts and walks in rather casually after the initial cock twitch.  “It’s all yours.”  he tells her, moving to the window side of the bed, sitting down and reaching for his laptop.

Sajani hears him brushing his teeth and moving around and the door opening. She grabs her toiletries bag. She had set the alarm on her phone for the morning wake up and put it on the bedside table. When he walks in shirtless she honestly just wants to climb him and wrap her legs around him. But she exhales. They did have all night together. With a little “Mmm” She composes herself and walks to the bathroom “Thanks.” She is about to pull out the toothbrush she brought from home when she sees a pink and purple toothbrush and melts. Patrick bought her a toothbrush. It was a small thing that was such a big thing. He wanted her here, in his home doing this…..she feels herself getting emotional about a toothbrush and laughs at herself as she wipes away tears and rinses it under the water before squeezing her toothpaste on it. She sniffs as she brushes her teeth and then spits and rinses and spits again. She uses her little make up remover pads and takes off all her eye makeup and then washes her face, tones and moisturizes. Her routine is a little time consuming but it’s a hard wired habit. He’d seen her with no makeup that night he made up for the missed date but she’d worn it ever since. Then she pulls her hair out of it’s loose ponytail and brushes it out thoroughly. Satisfied with her nightly grooming/degrooming she leaves the toiletries bag in the bathroom and returns to the bedroom, shyly crawling in beside him and snuggling down onto the pillow. “Thanks for the toothbrush….So...what are we watching?”


Patrick sits on the edge of the bed at first, looking at his Netflix account.  He and Chris shared, of course.  But as he tried to decide on a movie, time kept on passing.  Pulling himself into bed on top of the covers, he lounges with the machine in his lap.  Still no Sajani.  He didn’t have a lot of experience with women and make up, but he expected it might take a minute or two.  Finally she comes out and, glancing up at her, he finds himself staring.  She truly is beautiful in his eyes.  When she crawls in beside him, he is very tempted to drop the laptop on the floor and ravish her.  Down boy.  “You’re welcome.  I figured you only had one and you’d need a second here.”  he leans a little to his left towards her.  “I don’t know.  What are you in the mood for?  Maybe something we’ve both seen that won’t take our full attention so we can veg out properly?”

Sajani smiles and stretches letting her hair spill out across the pillow “I was very touched by the toothbrush. Something we’ve seen before…” She inwardly aches for him. Seen before so they can do other things? She blinks and looks back at the screen. She could see his watch it again list “Hmmm how about…” She laughs “The Odd Couple? My Grandparents have this movie on video disk….I’ve seen it a million times. You really like the old stuff…”

Patrick is not ashamed of his rather eclectic movie likes.  He arches his brows when she mentions her grandparents love of The Odd Couple.  Chuckling he snuggles closer to her.  “I’m an old soul.  But for the record, I also love the 1970’s television series of the same name.”  he puts his left arm around her and starts the movie.

Sajani smiles “I haven’t seen the TV show, just this. I think it was a garage sale find for my Grandpa. He had an odd collection in a box we used to watch from.” She scoots up a bit so she can see better and leans her head on his chest, feeling the warmth of him, his arm around her. She sighs contentedly and lets her hand slide onto his bare stomach and rest there. His skin was intoxicating. She giggled a bit at the two funny unlikely roommates beginning their journey but she was totally distracted by being in Patrick’s bed with him.

Patrick loves this movie and can almost recite word for word, but Sajani’s hand on his bare stomach .. he could be watching anything.  He tries to watch anyway and he realizes about halfway through that he might not make it.  He moved closer to her and leaned his head on hers, still trying no to think of her hand.

Sajani glances at the screen from time to time but she also lets herself enjoy looking at Patrick’s chest and stomach. She has an excellent view and he couldn’t see her. She swallows, fearing she’s in danger of drooling on him. And then she stretches her fingers on his stomach and with an exhale starts to give into her desire to ignore the movie. She turns her head and kisses his chest and lets her fingers traces his stomach, dipping her thumb in his belly button as she passes and then slides up to caress his chest on the other side before tracing down to the waistband of his sweat shorts. She’s still thinking about the pleasure he gave her earlier on the couch and desperately wants to reciprocate.

Patrick is doing … okay … with the hand on his belly.  It’s still and as long as he watches Walter Matthau, he can almost pretend its not even there.  The scent of heer hair doesn’t help, but it doesn’t hurt, either.  But then the fingers begin to move and by the time the thumb dips into his belly button, the laptop lists to his right a bit.  It’s not an erection he wants to fight but …”  he kisses the top of her head.  “Sorry ….”  the laptop will be in danger of crashing to the floor, but with every pass of her fingers on his skin, he cares that much less what happens to it.

Sajani is extremely turned on by Patrick but also steadfastly practical. She pauses what she’s doing and looks up at him and smiles “No sorry needed...one moment…” She pauses the movie and then crawls out from under the covers and removes the laptop, unplugging the cord so she doesn’t take too long and placing it on the dresser. Then she walks back to Patrick and bites her lip as she climbs on top of him, straddling at about his mid thighs. She dips down and kisses his lips “Can I do to you … what you did to me?” She asks sweetly, her hands again sliding to caress his chest and stomach.

Patrick watches her get out of bed and save him having to not care if his laptop falls.  When she gets back in the bed straddling him, his cock gives an obvious twitch, answering his question before it’s even asked.  After the kiss, he nods, almost dumbly.  “Please…”  and his cock again jumps into a state of raging semi in anticipation.  But he leaves his shorts on.

Sajani smiles at him and kisses him again, deeply, intensely and then lets her kisses trail down his neck and up again, over to one ear and sucks on his earlobe remembering how he’s reacted before to that. Back down the neck and over to the other side and the other earlobe. She's a big believer in keeping the balance after all. Finally she’s kissing down his chest, letting her hair spill out and brush him in the wake of her kisses. She teases a bit, going down the stomach, back up to his pecs. She’s not sure if his nipples will be as sensitive as hers so she copies what he does to her on one side and looks up at him curiously. If he reacts she’ll keep flicking it with her tongue and if not, she’ll happily move on as well,

Patrick gasps when she sucks on his earlobe.  Good memory.  He watches her, in particular her hair as it spills over his chest.  His nipples are not terribly sensitive but he smiles at her when she looks up at him.  He is not quite as Zen and balanced as she is and reaches for her hip, slitting his hand along to her butt and between her legs, rubbing at the gusset of her panties.
“You’re so beautiful.”  he breathes.

Sajani gets a little distracted by his touch and his words and moans lightly with a smile “Patrick...this is your turn remember…” She teases. Her panties are instantly wet through to his fingers. “And thank you….oh…” Now she gets a little determined but she moves so her body is to the side of his and he can still reach and keep touching if he wants because his touch is so nice. She rubs at his hardening cock through the sweats and lets her hair draped across his stomach, shaking her head around a bit as she then pulls down his waistband and reveals her target. She notices he has no underwear on and gives a little blink. Patrick was an interesting creature. She just stops and looks for a moment. She’s felt and seen glimpses but this is her first proper face to face meeting as it were. Almost timidly she wraps her hand around him and just holds it. She’s only done this once before and she’s a little afraid of disappointing Patrick. Also Dan was small, quite small. Patrick is an average size but Sajani has only one other frame of reference so to her he’s big. She sits looking at him and begins to do what she has done before, contemplating how to integrate her mouth.

Patrick really has no interest in making the count even, but he replies.  “I remember.”  He strokes her through her panties one move time before making the difficult decision to let her play with no interference from him.  He moves his hand to her hair and feels the silky smoothness of it.  When she pulls down his shorts and his cock sort of pops out at her, he watches her watching him.  Comparing?  Well, he was happy with his cock and not insecure a bit.  But he does have one question.  “Do you want the shorts gone?”  he’s willing to give her full on naked Patrick, even as he gasps feeling her lips on him.

Sajani pulls back and releases him just for a second “Oh yes please…” She tugs at the sides of the shorts. It would be easier and then she’d have all of him….all of him…

Patrick smiles and hooks his thumbs into his shorts, lifting his hips and sitting up enough to slide them down and kick them off.  He then scoots down into a full laying position and looks at her.  “God, I love you, Sudara.”  he reaches out and strokes her cheek, unable to not touch her any chance he gets.

Sajani watches the shorts go and looks down at the whole of him feeling him stroke her cheek and hearing him “I love you too…” She just stares smiling “All of you…” She laughs “I swear you were just chiseled out of some hot man stone...my god…” She runs her hands up and down him in all directions like he’s a great big prize and then focuses back on her task at hand and re-engages her hand, now dipping her head down and taking the tip of him into her mouth, tasting him slowly.

Patrick laughs at her comparison of him to a stone and can’t help the words that come from his mouth.  “Well, you got me hard as stone.”  Her hands on him are electrifying.  Never before now had he realized what people meant about skin being an organ.  Inhaling deeply when she begins at his tip he watches her.  That is nearly as erotic as the feeling she is giving him.

Sajani begins to try a few things. She’s not very experienced but she’s read a fair bit of erotica since Dan. She makes eye contact with Patrick and then, holding her hair up at the front so he can see, swirls her tongue around him at the tip and then takes him in as deeply as she can, sliding down him with her mouth closed around him. She slides back up, and then down and then moves her hand up closer to her mouth and slowly begins to pump like she’s done before. She’s hoping he’ll give her feedback if he wants something else because it’s a bit of an experiment, but oh such a beautiful one.

Patrick makes eye contact and smiles when she moves her hair out of the way.  He almost suspects she may have gotten that from movies .. or maybe books.  But that’s ok, because sometimes fiction got it right.  However setting yourself up like a movie scene has to be tiring.  Reaching down he moves her hair out of her hand and tosses it back so it isn’t obstructing his view.  He moans when she deep throats him and sees her hand grasp him.  He moans again.  “You feel so good.”  he tells her.  “That's incredible …  your hand .. your mouth.”  he isn’t at his most articulate, but he tries to make sure she knows what feels good to him.  “Touch my balls…”  another reason he wanted to free up the hand holding her hair was so she could access him there.  His legs are spread already, wide enough she could play with his sacks.

Sajani feels her hand get moved and lets it drop. He’s courteously dealing with her hair. She hears his moan and smiles into him a bit and then hears his words. He likes the hand and mouth, check on more of that. His voice is extra sexy right now and when he says touch my balls she moans into his cock and then lets her now free hand slide to them, exploring lightly in caresses all around them and a little under and to the back She plays on both sides equally and speeds up her hand and mouth just a little increasing the intensity.

Patrick shudders when she moans into his cock.  His voice, deeper with his excitement rumbles.  “Sudara….”  and his head drops onto his pillow.  When she touches his balls, he arches his hips, but when he lowers them, they rise again of their own volition.  “Sudara … so close … please … more .. don’t stop.”  He is heading for orgasm, but he isn't a man to warn it's coming.  He knew she was smart and could figure that out.  Telling her close was as close as he was willing to get for the first time.

Sajani’s entire being is drinking in his pleasure and aching fro him in all the tender parts of her own body. She moans into him again as his voice….god she didn't think it could get any hotter. She does exactly what she’s been doing with absolute intention. Patrick is perfection to her and she had no idea how much she’d love doing this.

Patrick groans and his hips arch up.  In seconds he begins to cum .. not hard, but a literal overflowing into her mouth.  A gentle fountain if you will.  His mouth falls open and he gasps as he cums.  “Sudara ….”  and lower shis hips.  However, even though it is obvious the orgasm has passed, he is not becoming flaccid.

Sajani drinks him in, not minding the taste but having an odd look on her face because she thought it would be more coming out. She looks up at Patrick, trying to figure him out. He also still seems hard. “Should I keep going?” She asks tentatively. Maybe he wasn’t quite done.


Patrick pants but also chuckles.  “I .. don’t always cum really hard .. “  he explains.  “Like shooting across the room, mouth filling amounts.”  he glances at himself.  “And I don’t go soft right away.  Um …  you can … ignore it.”  for all of this he isn’t sure if they are ready for actual sexual intercourse.  Regina had loved that he didn’t get soft fast and would just mount him and have a go, getting him hard as steel inside of her again.  “I’m kinda .. um … multi-orgasmatic…”  he says slightly awkwardly, because that is rare in men and he knows it.

Sajani’s eyes go a bit wide. She’s still aching for him in her deepest places and she’s soaked her panties as she enjoyed his pleasure so much “Ignore it….mmmm…” She’s clearly not ignoring it “I feel like there are other options here Patrick…” She exhales “Could we um..?” Seh gets a little shy now. She wanted him in her. “Could we clean you up and…” She exhales and asks the full question “Fully...make love together?” She bites her lip and feels herself trembling.


Patrick sort of shrugs when she says ignore it.  He was pretty average in size but still … he was hard and it was .. well … hard or miss.  She mentions other options and as she fumbles he goes through them.  He’s almost ready to suggest he please her until it goes down when she suggests the whole show.  Sexual intercourse.  Making love.  He thought she wanted to wait a bit.  As usual his cock answers first, jumping to a harder, not softer state.  But his big brain is still in control here.  He reaches to caress her face.  “Are you sure?”  he asks her.  “Because …  I can clean up and be back in a minute.”  actually it’ll probably take him less time than that, if he’s honest with himself.

Sajani moves up to him and kisses him “I’m sure. I love you...I want you….Patrick please have sex with me?” She is being blunter than she normally would but she doesn’t care. She felt so connected to him. She looks at him with so much love in her eyes.

Patrick kisses her softly.  “Alright …  I love you … and ..  I’ll be right back.” he  sits up and throws his legs over the edge of the bed.  Then he stands and erects and all heads into the bathroom.  A little hot water and a cloth and he’s clean in no time.  Then he comes back and pauses at his dresser.  His erection still stands tall and proud as he gets one of the condoms out of his wallet.  Taking it with him, he stops at the foot of the bad.  “You … um … ready, Sudara?”  he asks, softly.

Sajani watches his every move with trembling anticipation. His body beckons to her. His erection draws her eye like it's a  ride at  a fair with a sign that she must be this tall to ride. And she is that tall dammit. She sees him at the foot of the bed with a  condom in hand and rearranges the covers so they can get under them and then whips off her nightgown and panties, tossing them to the floor “Now I’m ready…” She lies back with the covers still open so he can see all of her as she sees all of him.

Patrick smiles as she throws back the covers and takes off her nightgown and panties.  That brings his cock to full mast with a smight bounce as if asking Patrick what the were waiting for already.  He opens the condom package and glances down, putting it on, rolling it down and securing it at the base.  But he doesn't just jump on and slide home.  He takes her left leg and kisses her ankle.  Kissing his way up, he also crawls onto the bed.  At her flower, he parts her petals and takes one long lisk before he continues kissing up her belli, pausing to suckle both breasts then finally kissing her lips.  “I love you.”  he whispers as he positions himself at her opening, ready to press inside of her.

Sajani happily gasps at his approach and the kissing, licking, parting. She feels herself open to him body, mindm heart and soul. She kisses him back “I love you too…” She’s a little teary eyed but smiling. She could not imagine a more beautiful way to do this. She spreads her legs a bit more and pushes onto him a bit, inviting him inside, closing her eyes and sighing about how amazing it’s about to feel.

Patrick slides inside of her with a sigh.  He kisses her again and moves slowly in a bit more.  Then he feels his progress stopped.  Raising his brows he presses a bit more, but can’t quite figure out the … obstacle.  But before he can stop the third thrust, he breaks through it.

Sajani feels Patrick enter her with a little moan. It’s so nice….oh so nice, almost...And then suddenly there’s pressure and resistance and then pain. She tries to relax around him, thinking maybe she’s nervous. She works with her breath, opening opening, relax. And then Patrick thrusts and breaks through and she can’t help but cry out “Ouch...oh ow….” and look up at him with absolute surprise.

Patric freezes at her ‘Ouch’.  He is inside of her most of the way now, but he stares down at her, his own surprise clear on his face.  “Did I just …. Take your … no … I mean … you were with ... “ and he utters a name he never thought would wind up in his bed.  “Dan?”

Sajani catches her breath a bit but holds onto Patrick hoping he doesn’t pull out. Once he got through the pain was dissipating “I swear I’ve done this before.” Dan’s name from Patrick makes her laugh a bit “It didn't hurt last time at all...and no blood. I thought I was just lucky.” She qualifies another fact “He was small...so maybe this is IT.” she comes to terms with the idea and smiles “But I love you...so that kinda fits better.” she gently pushes back at him, encouraging movement.


Patrick remains inside of her and engages in the strangest conversation he’s ever had, naked or dressed.  He lowers his head.  “Maybe this IS it.”  He gives her a soft kiss and, after the I love you, moves in for another kiss.  “I love you and this fit is MUCH better.”  and with her encouragement slides himself into her completely.  He stays a moment longer and then begins to move inside of her.  The fit feels perfect to him.  He wondered if that was just the love, because he can feel that as well.

Sajani nods, smiling at him and then he slides all the way in and stays. She feels all those parts of her reopen like at the touch of a switch, the body, mind heart soul connection is so electric it feels like a vibration. When he moves she moves with him and starts to breath faster, holding onto his back. His skin on hers, their bodies joined, she feels the most pure love for him. She had no idea it even existed on this level. And soon from that deep aching part of her he hits pleasure too and every movement is indescribable.

Patrick loses himself in making love to Sajani.  As she holds onto him, he begins to move a bit faster, unable to stop himself.  He nuzzles her neck and runs his hand between them to her breast, caressing it as they make love.  The feeling was like none other .. not that he had but two experiences in his life, but this was a pinnacle and he loved it.  Loved her.

Patrick speeding up a bit makes her find her edge. She clings to it a bit, not wanting to go over, not ever wanting to be out of this moment with him. Unconsciously she squeezes on him as she resists her journey going too fast and is panting now. His hands on her breasts shove her right off the cliff though and she freefalls through the biggest orgasm she’s ever had in her life moaning into each thrust until she shudders and almost screams. “Oh….oh...oh god….oh Patrick...fuck….OHH!” And then she keeps moving with him but slowly floats back down to reality.

Sajani squeezing him while he was inside of her felt like an incredible grip, as if she was claiming him as hers, which he had no problem with.  He was hers … had been for a long time now.  Her near screaming and swearing makes him groan loudly and even though she slows, he is so turned on he cums a few seconds after she does.  “Sudara …  Sajani …”  he moans both of his names for her and adjusts his arms, thrusting as deeply as he can and holding as the powerful orgasm passes for him.  He’s managed not to fall on her and his head is buried in her hair, in her neck.  “God I love you, woman.” he pants.  And, finally sated, he does feel his erection begin to fade inside of her.

Sajani is lucid again by the time Patrick’s orgasm is in full swing and she comes down, moving with him and basking in him and their shared love and lovemaking. She wraps her arms around him as he comes down to her and giggles “I love you too Patrick. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever shared…..”


Patrick nods, pulling his head back.  “Me, too.”  he replies and uses a finger to move some hair out of her face.  “You’re so beautiful when we make love .. anytime, really.”  he moves his hand between them again, grasping the condom and pulling out of her.  Someday they might not need the condom, but this was not the time.  He notices blood on it and bites his lip, rolling over and sitting up.  “Blood…”  he says, apologetically and yet … not.  He avoids the old did I hurt you cliche and reaches over to get a tissue, which he wraps the condom in.  She may or may not notice that besides the blood there seemed to be more semen than when he came in her mouth.  But mostly .. he noticed the blood.  “Does this mean I took your virginity?”  it's a little confusing for him.

Sajani melts at Patrick’s words. She shifts so he can pull out and be safe. When he says the word blood she sighs and then has to laugh “I don’t know. I’m a medical mystery maybe. I really thought I was just lucky.” She sits up with him watching him deal with the condom. She does notice the greater amount of semen and inwardly smiles. “Whatever it is...I’m lucky now.” Then she starts laughing about something. “Sorry….not related to what we’re doing but semi related. When Priya and I were kids she wouldn’t wear tampons so she skipped swimming. She was afraid the tampon would take her virginity. I hope that’s not too gross to tell you but it’s funny to me. I’ve worn many tampons and had sex with somone and it still ddn’t break the hymen until you.”

Patrick shakes his head at the mystery of it all.  “It doesn’t matter.”  he decides.  “I got your heart.”  he tosses the condom and stands, heading to the bathroom, now completely flaccid.  From there he hears her story while he warms a washcloth with hot water.  She finishes as he comes out and gets back in bed with the damp cloth.  “You and Dan had sex while you were on your period?”  he asks and then begins to clean between her legs.  She was bleeding after all.  This was a special occasion.

Sajani looks surprised as Patrick begins cleaning her but is then touched by it. He was so nurturing. “Oh no...not during my period. I was just talking about my cousin Priya and her fear of tampons. She’s had two babies now so I’m sure she’s over it. No Dan and I had just like...I dunno whatever….it feels so meaningless now. And considering how not into me he was at a regular time I think menstrual blood would have sent the poor gay man in denial screaming.” She looks apologetic “Not appropriate pillow talk…” She says laughing. “Patrick, you’re perfect to me. And there’s no one else….like literally in the universe i ever want to imagine being with but you.”

Patrick ahhhs with understanding.  He finishes cleaning and goes back to the bathroom, rinsing out the washcloth and setting it to dry.  Back in the bed, he starts getting in with her.  “So tampons didn’t break it.  Dan didn’t break it.”  he snuggles beside her.  “But I broke it.”  he grins.  “I’m not apologizing.  Ever.”  He kisses her cheek as she moves onto the subject of Dan and can imagine how that might have been hard on the psyche, being used like that.  But then they move onto another subject.  Them.  “I can’t see it either, Sajini.  I don’t want to be with anyone else, either.”  he hugs her to him.  “Tonight was so unexpected.”  he tells her.  “I didn’t expect you to be ready to make love for months.  I didn’t rush you?  Pressure you?”

Sajani looked amused by Patrick’s assessment and his declaration. She runs her fingers through Patrrick’s hair “No you didn’t rush me. I don’t think I realized how easily I would fall in love with you. I was afraid of it at first but once I let it in….this just felt like a natural thing to do. You get me. I love you. I feel safe being close to you, in every way. And as time went on recently I really wanted to make love. And it was perfect.” She smiles and kisses him.


Patrick smiles as she runs her fingers through his hair.  “I didn’t realize I was in love for a second.  I think I fell in love in high school.  That's why I went through all that … learning Punjabi and learning what you could eat … all of that before I even asked you out.  I didn’t want to mess up with you.  And then the second date got all messed up and I had to beg for another chance and that almost went south too.”  he chuckles and pulls the covers over them.  Settling down he tries to bring her with him.  “Now my dream … we’re in bed together, snuggling and talking after making incredible love … god … I’m kinda glad alarms hate me.  I don’t wanna wake up.”

Sajani snuggles into him “I had no idea Patrick. I felt like I was the dorky smart girl in school  that boys didn’t look twice at unless they wanted to copy my homework.” She laughs “I’m glad my father answered the door when I was being so stubborn.” She buries her face in his chest “My dream too...but I did set that alarm…” She teases and feels herself yawn. “Mmmmm  I’m getting sleepy here…”

Patrick winces.  “Well …  you kinda were for most of the guys.  I was lucky enough that I’m not an idiot.  And if my parents had ever thought I thought of copying homework I’d have been embalmed on the spot.”  he grins, remembering the good doctor watching him beg for a date.  “I’m glad he did too.”  when she admits to being sleepy, he holds her close.  “Your alarm should work fine … should …”  he half warns then kisses her softly.  “I’m tired too … let’s get some sleep.  Goodnight, Sudara.  I love you.”  and he holds her as they drift off.

In the morning. Sajani’s alarm works perfectly.  She and Patrick get up and dressed.  Patrick even drops her off at the Northern Lights Yoga Center with time to spare.  He doesn’t notice his Chief watching him from the firehouse when he kisses Sajani goodbye, but he does see the look of surprise when Patrick walks into Roll Call right at 7a.m, uniform on and perfect.  He isn’t late ALL the time, but this time he had help NOT being late.