One shots

Patrick Bateman 1

"Patrick?" I asked quietly. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye before going back to fixing the tape in the player. "Patrick." I said again. "What?" He asked, clearly aggravated. "Have you tried to not force it in?" I said, smirking at the double meaning. I saw a small smile spread across his lips and he finally turned to me. "No I haven't. But it's always worked before." He said with a wink. I giggled and hugged his arm. Patrick glanced down at me and rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry for interrupting you Patrick. I just thought you needed something to cheer you up." I whispered. Patrick sighed. "You cheer me up enough (y/n)." He whispered, turning to kiss my head. I giggled and shook my head. "No I don't. Your 'murders and executions' do." I said. Patrick looked at me in shock. "I'm just glad I haven't been your next victim." I whispered the last part. "How did you know?" Patrick asked in shock. "Blood in the bathtub, bloody chainsaw, the way you look when you see me about to go into the bedroom, how some days you are colder than others. It was just adding it all together." I said quietly. Now I was a bit concerned that I would be the next victim. "Smart girl." Patrick said as he finished fixing the tape. "Very smart." "Uh Patrick?" I asked quietly. "Yes my dear." He said as he put his hands on my hips. "I'm not next am I? Since I know....." I trailed off. "You haven't told anyone yet. As long as it's our little secret, you will stay right where you belong." He said as he leaned down to kiss me. I smiled lazily up at him and I leaned up to him. "And where's that?" I asked, our lips inches apart. "Right next to me." He whispered as he kissed me roughly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and Patrick lifted me up so I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Good." I whispered. "Am I better than all those other girls you kill?" "I'll tell you this. With you, I don't think I can control myself." He said as he walked us to the bedroom.