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Chapter 35: The Remedy

The door clicked to a close behind him, her stomach instantly burning with anxiety as she pressed her phone to her ear.

"Hi," Ellen answered her phone. The weight of the unknown consuming her. She paced slightly across the trailer floor.

"Ellen," her agents voice smooth, "I have some good news. They released the list of names being honored as Disney legends at the D23 Expo. You're on it."

"Oh," Ellen's voice relieved, "That's great," she smiled, "I don't fully know what that means but it sounds great." Relief spread over her as she settled to the sofa.

"It's basically like Disney's Hall of fame. Recognized for helping shape the company and your era of entertainment. There's a formal induction ceremony in a three weeks. They'd love to have you there."

"Ok," she nodded happily, "Anyone else I know on the list?" Ellen's voice hesitant but also unable to resist asking.

"Patrick is on the list actually," her agent spoke, "they are pulling him in this year with some Disenchanted press releases."

"Ahh," she answered, "Well that will be fun."

"It'll be great," she answered, "talk soon."

As she hung up the phone and rested it on the counter, Patrick opened to the door to her trailer. "Excuse me," he said jokingly, "any Disney legends in here?" She giggled at his cheesy grin, "oh wait, there are two." he said pulling her into his arms.  "Seriously, no one deserves this more than you. You are the definition of Disney Legend. Glad I can be by your side."

"You deserve it too," she straightened his grey hair. For a moment past, present and future seemed to overlap. "I could get used to this full grey look."

"Yeah?" his eyes danced over hers and drifted to her lips.

They had always underestimated the potency of their chemistry. It was not to be challenged, not to be denied. It had been avoidable at times but there was a point of no return. A line when the only way to part from each other was by letting their chemicals react.

He watch her bite her bottom lip and felt her hands rest against the base of his neck. When his eyes returned to meet hers, he knew that they had not only reached the line of no return. They had already run across it.

He was suddenly hyperaware of the way her hips brushed against his. Their bodies separated only by clothing. Anticipation throbbing through his body. His pulse quickened.

Patrick's lips crashed into Ellen's. His weight pinning her against the counter. The fire between them burning hotter with every move.

The air was thick with nostalgia as he pulled her scrub top off of her petite frame. A black lace bra contrasting her porcelain skin. He ran his hands down her back. His lips battling with hers. He stepped back to admire her. The distance lasting only for a heartbeat before he closed the space between them with force. His kiss landing hard on her lips. Their bodies now moving in a clumsy rhythm toward her sofa. Clothes scattering across the room. They leaned into each other, into the gravity that always seemed to pull them together. He felt her scrubs collect at her feet and he spun her around. His lips settling on her neck and his hand tracing her curves until he found warmth between her legs. His fingers danced in and out of her, knowing exactly how to drive her crazy. Ellen was starting to crumble against him. She turned and pulled him on top of her as they collapsed onto the sofa. Laughter and gasps tangled with kisses, the weight of what this next chapter would bring disappearing for a moment.  Patrick pressed her close, letting the chaos of a lifetime of longing spill over. Their bodies intertwining in a way he had only experienced with her. A single look from her enough to ignite something inside of him. He deepened their connection with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer if at all possible. "Patrick," she said his name softly. He paused and part from her lips to look into her eyes. Somehow in the midst of this tangled web of lies they had created something pure.

And then just when the room seemed ready to explode time stood still. Eyes locked, breath blending, a shared smile lingered for a moment between them. A quiet acknowledgement that this life they had built in the shadows had grown bigger than the life they had in the sun. And what started as mere chemistry had blossomed into the kind of love that didn't have a remedy.

The moment built quietly, until it wasn't quiet at all.  And then it rushed through her in a wave that stole the air from her lungs. It wasn't just the intensity of their bodies coming together. It wasn't the relief that spread over them. It was the undeniable feeling of home. It settled in their hearts without asking permission. This is where they belonged. A realization that had haunted them for years now anchoring them in the future.

They settled into pure intimacy. Hearts beating in sync. Breaths evening out. Ellen rested against his chest. He kissed her the top of her head.

Patrick let out a sigh of contentment and then, "Do you think we should have our honeymoon in a trailer," Patrick half joked.

"Funny," she rolled her eyes at him, "Don't you have one in your backyard."

"Actually," he sighed softly, "This is the reason I have one in my backyard."

"What?" Ellen sat up, the throw blanket draped under her arms. She studied his face.

"I bought that vintage airstream because it reminded me of being with you," Patrick confessed. "All those years in trailers and then my airstream on the backlot," his voice trailed off. He moved a piece of hair away from her eyes. "I spent a lot of time trying to find the remedy for moments like this."

"What did you come up with?" Ellen asked softly.

"You're the only remedy," he smiled his McDreamy smile and planted a kiss on her lips.

A voice on Ellen's walkie came through with a crackle. "Ellen, please head to hair and makeup in 10."

She groaned, "And that's my cue..."

Patrick stood to collect pieces of their clothing.  He smiled at the sight of her bra and panties on the floor.  He slipped his boxers over his legs. "Well that was the good news, ready for the bad?"

"Oh, I like how you waited until after we had sex to offer the bad news," Ellen rolled her eyes.

"I didn't want to ruin the moment." Patrick tossed her hospital scrubs to her, "they asked Jill's team to do make up for several people at the event. Her company is putting something in the swag bags."

"That's better than I expected," Ellen questioned his judgement, "I'm not petty Patrick. I'm already sleeping with her husband."

"It means we'll have to push our timeline a little," Patrick explained.

"Ahh," Ellen was catching up, "there it is." She pulled up her scrub pants and tossed her hair. "It's the least we can do for her."

Patrick's eyes glittered over Ellen's. He was without a doubt lucky to have her. "You're right," he nodded. He watched her adjust her wardrobe. "Feels good to get you out of those scrubs again." He grinned.

She ignored his response circling back to what he had said earlier, "You said honeymoon..."

Patrick eyed her suspiciously, "You don't think we'll get married..."

"We're old Patrick," she laughed.

"Yeah, but we're not dead," he joked. Patrick leaned against the counter a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth, "I'm serious..."

"What?" Ellen laughed.

"You're not going to marry me?" Patrick eyes still hovering over hers.

"Are you proposing again?" She joked.

"Wow," he teased playfully crossing the room to pull her into his arms. Kissing her and tickling her sides. Her contagious giggle echoing through the trailer.