we might be falling in love - patricio o' ward

up all night *

November 21st into 22nd, 2022

After making out in the back of an Uber for half an hour, Pato and Astraea finally stepped into the quiet sanctuary of their villa, the air thickening with anticipation, charged with the electricity of their unspoken desires. With each step, their hearts beat in perfect synchrony, the intensity of their longing palpable in the air.

Without a word, Pato closed the door behind them, the soft click echoing in the silent home. Their eyes locked in a heated gaze, a silent exchange of raw desire and unspoken promises passing between them."Mi reina, this dress looks stunning on you." Pato murmured, his voice husky with longing as he closed the distance between them.

Astraea's breath caught in her throat as Pato's hands found her waist, pulling her close. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, sending shivers down her spine as their gazes locked in a fierce, unyielding embrace."Thank you, Pato," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she reached up to trace the contours of his jaw. "But it'd look better on the floor."

Their lips met in a hungry kiss, a fierce collision of passion and need that left them both breathless and wanting more. Astraea's fingers tangled in Pato's hair, pulling him closer as she melted into his embrace, her body yielding to the delicious torment of his touch. Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, igniting a firestorm of desire that threatened to consume them both. Pato's hands roamed over Astraea's body, tracing the curves of her figure with a reverence that made her heart race with anticipation. As they sank into the soft embrace of the couch, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and heated kisses, they lost themselves in the timeless rhythm of their love."I've missed you so much, Astraea," Pato whispered, his voice a tender caress against her skin as he pressed kisses along her neck."I've missed you too, Pato," she murmured, her fingers tracing patterns along his back, her touch igniting sparks of desire that danced between them like wildfire.

The two finally shifted to where they felt most comfortable, with Astraea on top of Pato, lips latched onto the other.

"Princessa, was this all for me?" He asked against her lips, pyshing the sleeves of her dress away, and slowly unzipping her dress.

When her legs met on the sides of Pato's where she sat blissfully on his lap, pulling herself down to be eye to eye with him. "All for you, Patricio," she whispered as she shifted herself on a spot that was slowly building up. Her body was on top of his, her arms around his neck, keeping him close. "All for you."

His fingers met the material of her bra and a groan left his lips. Head falling forward, he kissed her chest. "This set is incredibly pretty, but I might have to tear it off."

"Don't you dare!" She cried, reaching back to unclasp her bra.

But Patricio stopped her. He caught her hand and held them above her head. Even when he sat back to admire her, she kept her arms above her head. "Fuck," he groaned, and began shedding his own clothes.

Unbuttoning his shirt, he dropped it to the floor and leaned forward to return his lips to her skin. Every touch had her moaning and whining. Every touch had her crying out for him, gasping out his name.

It was music to his ears, but not echoing around her living room. "Come on hermosa," he whispered as he took her hand and pulled her up from the sofa. She took one step but didn't make it too far before she was in his arms, legs wrapped around him as he attempted to carry her to the bedroom.

When I say attempted, I mean they bumped into at least 4 different pieces of furniture and should probably clean up before the rest of the group gets back. FYI, they both texted their groupchats to say they were gonna be a while, but they were at the house. Daniel Ricciardo, you are very lucky Charles and Carlos asked for the cash early, imagine what you would've owed now after that.