Worth It

We all have a story

Patrick kept thinking about what Sandra told him in the bar that night. It was now Sunday morning, and Ellen lay sprawled out on her bare stomach in her bed. Sun shone through the window, making her blonde hair glisten, and her freckles pop. He stared at her, thinking. She had walls up. He just couldn't tell where. Gently Patrick traced patterns on Ellen's back as he thought, licking his lips. Ellen relaxed at his touch, having an ultimate lazy Sunday. She had to be at the club by 3 pm, so she cherished the moments spent in bed.

"Ellie..." Patrick started softly, watching her breathe.

"What?" She asked, turning to look at him. Patrick took a pause before speaking again. He was going gently, mesmerized by his own movements.

"Would you introduce me to your family, do you have a family?" He asked quietly, pushing her hair behind her ear. Ellen jerked her head away from him, pulling the sheets together. The sun still shone outside but inside of Ellen a storm raged. Patrick froze, he hadn't expected that. Her green eyes grew grey, and she clutched her knees. "Ellie, you don't have to-"

"No...I do." Ellen replied, looking down. "I do or it will become a thing," she gestured with her hands. Patrick grew concerned, he knew she had walls but now he was worried about what seemed to be the broken girl inside of them. "I...my mother died when I was four. Overdose. I saw it. My dad was never the same...he married a few times never worked out, I got siblings they all left..." She turned away, her brow furrowing. "It's really just me and my sister, Maureen but she's got a family, I..." Ellen got up, holding the sheets around her as she began to pace. It was strange, almost like she was trying not to break down. Patrick watched her, unsure what to say to calm her down.

"My mom has been fighting cancer. Come here, sit down." He said firmly. Ellen paused, furrowing her brow at him. She sat on the bed, where Patrick took her into his arms so quickly she barely had time to think.

"Cancer?" She mumbled against his chest. Patrick nodded, stroking her bare back. He rocked her gently, murmuring soothing words.

"Yea. She's recovering now, you saw her at the wedding, she's strong." He smiled, tucking her bright hair behind her ears. Ellen pulled back, looking up at Patrick. She kissed him, pulling him down as she laid back on the bed.

"You're strong." Ellen replied, wrapping her legs around his hips. Patrick traced his thumb down her cheek, smiling. "I-I know you're asking because you want me to trust you. But trust me when I say that what I just did was terrifying. Like the worst. I don't go around telling that story, and I didn't even-" Patrick stopped her with a deep kiss.

"You told me what you are able to. That's enough. We all have walls. They all don't need to be broken down." Ellen returned his kiss deeply, her hands rolling over his body. She needed his touch, to feel his serenity take her over. Patrick leaned over her, breathing deeply. He could feel blood course through his body while he touched her, his hands on her chest. Ellen bit her lip, staring up into his indigo eyes. Just one glance between them ignited their lust. It was a lust of need, of craving, and want. Patrick needed to make Ellen feel safe, and light up her world. While Ellen needed to calm her own self, and want to make Patrick feel strong, and confident. Gently Patrick removed the sheets tangled between them, so it was bare skin hovering over bare skin now. Ellen closed her eyes, making low throaty groans as Patrick went in to attack her neck with kisses. He sucked on her soft skin, feeling red welts rise as he did. Ellen ran her fingers down his muscular back, curling them as he bit down on her sensitive flesh.

"...well Fuck Paddy," Ellen gasped, her legs locking around his hips. Patrick kept teasing her, moving his kisses down her neck to her soft chest. He held her breasts in his hands before sucking gently on her nipples. Ellen threw her shoulders back, moaning as he kept moving further down her body.

"Fuck, is exactly what I'm going to do to you," Patrick mumbled as his lips left her skin after minutes of intense kissing. Ellen smirked, wiggling her hips so she'd feel his erection. Patrick was hard, and ready. Ready to fuck.
Their hands clasped above Ellen's head and she felt him close the gap between them, her teeth went straight down onto her lower lip as pleasure overwhelmed her. Patrick smirked as he saw her struggle with the excitement she felt. One hand slid down, squeezing her firm ass as he began to thrust. While he was being rough, he was also being quite tender. Kissing Ellen's neck, murmuring encouragement as she got close to orgasm. It was less about fucking and more about feeling close, connected. Patrick felt himself opening up to Ellen by loving her how he wanted. Ellen felt safe with him. They came together, reaching new highs as the intensity rolled through them. Patrick threw his head back as black curls fell him his face while he held Ellen tight as she quivered at the force of her release.

"Patrick!" She moaned, her nails sinking into his back muscles. He looked down at her flushed, planting face. His eyes stared into her green ones longingly. Patrick placed a kiss on her lips very gently as he rolled next to her. They were both regaining their breath, and Ellen burst into giggles.

"What?" Patrick asked her, pushing back his hair. Ellen shook her head,

"I feel so good...like that felt so good! Wow I just.." She looked down, holding the sheets in her palm. "Patrick...you know I-"

"Shshh, none of that-" Patrick held a finger up to her lips. "Ellie. You're beautiful, perfect you. Don't change that. Don't doubt that. Walls aren't always broken down right away. Come on." He kissed her cheek, stroking her other cheek with his thumb. Together they lay embraced as time passed around them. Ellen wasn't the girl from the stripper bar anymore. She was a person. A real human being with feelings and wants and needs. Who happened to work on the pole.