One Year Later

After a few years, everything was evened out. And when I say everything, I mean everything. No bad guys coming for us, none of that. I was finally happy and complete. I was happy before, but nothing like this. This was an amazing feeling. My boyfriend Patch - well I guess we're more of soul-mates - could feel now. Yes, feel. We were shocked too when we discovered this. Thanks to Detective Basso, who I'd later found out was an archangel, he told me to cut my wrist next time I made an oath. Who would've thought that next oath would be with Patch? Our oath was to love each other as long as we both lived. Which is forever, since we're immortal. So I guess the term soul-mates does fit us. I mean, we ARE going to be living together forever. The thought warmed me inside. My thoughts were interrupted by a noise outside of the bedroom Patch and I shared. Naturally, I grabbed something and slowly crept into the main room. I nearly had a heart attack, seeing that it was Patch.

"Patch! What are you doing?"

He looked at me, amusement in his eyes. "Using my front door. Did you want me to use a window or the back door?"

I glared. "No, I just didn't expect you."

He smirked. "Were you expecting someone else?"

"No!"

He smiled and pulled me close. I breathed him in. He's intoxicating.

"So what do you want to do today?" He looked down at me.

I smiled. "Anything you want."

"Well if you say so..." He had a hungry look in his eyes.

I grinned and he leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met and as always, there was a spark with it. Our love for each other. We eventually had to break it off to breath. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back at me.

"After all of this time, I still can't begin to fathom these...new feelings. I cannot begin to describe to you how amazing this is for me."

I smiled. "Trust me, Patch. I know a fraction of how great this is for you. I cannot describe to you how amazing it is for me to know that you can feel what I've been feeling for you."

He kissed me again, more fiercely this time. His arms firmly wrapped around my waist, pulling me in close. I gladly pressed myself against him and kissed him back. The fire in it sent electric waves throughout my body. I sighed happily against his lips. He grinned, breaking the kiss.

"Someone enjoyed that a lot."

I smirked. "Yes, I did. And I know you did too."

He smiled. "Yes, I did. I loved it."

I wrapped my arms around his torso and looked up at him. "You know what I miss?"

"What's that?" He leaned down and rubbed his nose against mine.

I giggled. "I miss your apartment under Deltic Park. The one you lived in when I'd had my memory erased."

"Really?"

"Really. It was beautiful. I loved it. It was so homey and comfortable."

"If I remember correctly, you also loved my bed and silk sheets," he smirked.

I smiled. "I did love your bed too. I miss that, also."

He caressed my cheek with his finger slowly. "Maybe I could see if we can get a house like that."

My face lit up. "Really?"

He grinned. "Really. I miss it too, honestly. It was cozy."

I let go of him and paced the room. "We need to hire a builder ASAP. And get a drawing of what we want. There's so much to do."

He quickly grabbed me and pressed his lips against my forehead. "Relax, Angel."

I looked up at him. "I can't! I'm too excited about this."

He smiled against my forehead. "I am too, but you have to relax. It's a process. We need to take it one day at a time."

I sighed and tried to relax. "You're right."

"I always am," he smirked.

"Ha ha, very funny." I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him.

He kissed me back and picked me up by my waist, wrapping my legs around his waist. He walked us to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed, his body hovering inches above mine. We continued to kiss while our hands roamed each other's bodies. I slid my hands under his shirt and ran my fingertips over his stomach, feeling his muscles. They rippled at my touch. His lips moved to my neck and I leaned my head back, letting his soft lips move up and down my neck. I pushed his shirt up, running my hands up and down his back. He smiled against my neck and ran his fingertips up and down my sides. A quiet moan escaped past my lips. A bigger smile, almost a smirk.

"Do you like it when I do that?"

"Very much..."

He smiled and continued to kiss my neck. I pulled his shirt off and watched the movement in his arms from rubbing my sides. He kissed back up to my lips and kissed me, hooking his finger into the waistband of my jeans. The kisses were more rough. Soon our clothes disappeared into a pile next to the bed on the floor. We broke the kiss and I smiled up at him, rubbing his arms. We marveled at each other. God, I love him so much.

"I love you, Patch."

"I love you too, Angel."

We smiled and kissed again. I couldn't tell where I began and where he ended. It was pure bliss.