Series Title: True Love Gave to Me
Chapter Title: Day 1 - Pie
Character: Patrick Sullivan from The Accidental Husband
Warnings: None, straight up fluff!
Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner.
The doors to the elevator nearly shut as I neared it, but thankfully a handsome man pushed them back open for me.
“Thank you!” I said, juggling two pie boxes and a bag of gifts.
“Not a problem. What floor?” The man asked, his Brooklyn accent thick, but not overly so.
“Sixth floor please.”
“Hey, are you going to Robin’s party?”
“Yeah, I’m a friend of hers.” I smiled.
“Hey, whaddya know? I’m a friend of Chris’,” he stuck his hand out, pausing when realized that mine were full.
“Oh shit, here, let me help ya.” He said, grabbing the pies from me. “I’m Patrick by the way.” He then held out a hand.
I grasped his, not able to stop the blush rising to my cheeks, “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you Patrick.”
He smiled, “These smell delicious! What are they?” He asked, lifting the boxes to his nose and taking a whiff.
“A blueberry crisp pie and an apple crisp pie.”
“Oh man, I love pie!”
The small party that Robin had thrown was quite the success. I spent most of my time talking and laughing with Patrick.
I was cutting the pies when Robin snuck up behind me, poking my side.
I jumped letting out a squeek, “The hell woman!?”
“I see you’re getting cozy with Patrick.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows.
I rolled my eyes, but smiled and continued to cut the pie, “I don’t know of the word is cozy.”
“Psftt, please! I’m telling you right now, Patrick just doesn’t touch and stand close to anyone. Trust me, cozy is the word.”
My insecurities were getting the best of me, “Yeah, but me of all people?”
Robin reached out and flicked my ear, “Don’t talk about yourself like that! You deserve to be happy, too ya know.”
“Ouch!” I rubbed my ear, “Fine, but don’t flick someone holding a knife.” I warned.
She shrugged, “Dually noted,”
“Hey! Is it time for pie yet?” Patrick asked, rubbing his hands together.
Robin and I laughed, “Yeah, plating it now.”
She took her and Chris a plate, while I carried two more plates to the table for the other guests.
Patrick waited in the kitchen, eyeballing the pies.
“Want a slice of each?” I asked him.
I handed him his plate, forgoing my own. I didn’t want to indulge in front of him.
Taking a fork full of the apple, he promptly stuffed his mouth. Slapping his hand on the counter, he said, “This pie is fantastic!”
I laughed at his enthusiasm.
He chewed and swallowed, “Got any ice cream?”
“I do, actually.” I took out the half pint of vanilla and have him a hefty scoop.
He took a stab of blueberry and swooped it through some ice cream. Patrick moaned as he ate the bite, “So damn, delicious!”
The fork clinked on the plate as he took another stab of pie and ice cream. He held it up to me.
I shook my head, smiling, “No-”
“AH!” He admonished.
“AH!” Patrick refused to take no for an answer.
He put the fork up to my lips as I opened my mouth.
“Eh, see? Super duper, huh?” He asked, a big grin on his face.
I chewed, covering my mouth with my hand as I nodded.
I hopped up on the counter as he leaned near me. We finished off the slices of pie; Patrick taking a bite then feeding me one.
Once we were done, he put the plate in the sink, “So, Y/N. I was wondering if you’d go out with me Friday night?”
If I hadn’t been sitting, I would have fallen over. I looked at him incredulously, “Me?”
“Well yeah. I don’t see any other bombshell in here.”
I blushed, looking down at my fingers, “I- I’d love to.”
Patrick came up to me and offered his hand. He helped me down, putting his arm around my waist.
Giving me a warm smile, we went back to the living room.
The rest of the night, Patrick stayed by my side; his arm either around my shoulder or my waist, keeping me close to him.
I stood by the door as Patrick put his jacket and scarf on.
“I’ll see you Friday at six?” He asked.
I bit my lip, nodding, “Yeah. It’s a date.”
Patrick smiled, cupping my cheek; his hand warm and soft.
He leaned forward as he tipped my head, gently placing his lips on mine.
The kiss was slow, so slow in fact that I wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor.
He pulled back slightly, our noses touching, “See you Friday, Gorgeous.”
Patrick placed one last peck to my lips, then left.
I watched as he got on the elevator, waving at him just as the doors closed.