Author's Note - This is an extra chapter I decided needed to be added, to make the story feel more complete. For those of you who have been missing Pat, this one is for you. I apologize if this means you had to wait a couple days, but hopefully the wait will be worth it!
This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your thing!
Thanks everyone for continuing to read and support this story! For those just jumping in here, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to fully understand the characters and background.
Thanks also to ftw752 for continuing to give me help with editing!
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A week passed, and before I knew it the weekend was looming again. Justin had continued to push me hard in my training, and my nightly calls to Pat had been filled with increasing amounts of desperation.
He had been careful to give me some nights off, and recently I'd been feeling him pull back a bit. The living arrangement was taking its toll on all of us, and I wondered how we were going to make it through another three weeks.
Justin woke me early Saturday morning with a duffel bag in his hand and ushered me out to the car after dressing me quickly in something loose and comfortable. As I climbed in I realized it was still dark outside. No wonder I felt so tired. I leaned against the window, shaking off the sleep, and was thrilled when he pulled through my favorite drive thru and handed me a coffee and bagel before continuing on the road.
My body sighed as the coffee settled into my brain, slowly waking me up. Usually the only place we went was work, and since it was Saturday and way too early, I couldn't figure out where we could be going. Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided it was worth asking.
"Now that I'm a little more awake, do I get to know where we're going?"
He smiled at me from across the car.
"I thought a little getaway was in order. It will be a weekend whirlwind trip, and I expect you'll be pretty tired by the time you have to work Monday morning, but I think it's necessary."
A weekend away. I closed my eyes, wondering what Justin had planned. I couldn't help but remember when Pat had sprung a weekend trip on me, and my eyes started to fill as I thought about that trip.
"Christy?" I looked over at Justin. His eyes were clear and kind, and I sighed, wiping the tears from my own.
"If you could get on a plane, right now, and go absolutely anywhere, where would you go?"
I looked at him, confused. The answer was easy. "To Pat. I mean if he had time to see me. I miss him so much."
He looked at me and smiled. "I know you do. That's why you're going to spend the weekend with him. It's a surprise though, so no telling him you're coming."
I felt the huge smile on my face and I had to fight the temptation to hug him from my seat. Excitement coursed through my body, and I suddenly felt more awake than I had in a week. I took a deep breath. I was going to see him. I couldn't believe how badly I already needed him. Needed to hold him and breathe him in. And needed to be in his arms - and pinned under his body.
The thought sent a blush to my cheeks, and I heard Justin chuckle. He always seemed to know when my thoughts turned dirty.
"So," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "here's the plan."
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It had been a long flight, but I'd been giddy with anticipation. Now that I was here, I was so excited I could barely contain myself from running through the terminal. It was still early, the benefit of the time difference, and I was thrilled to have the whole weekend to reconnect with my love.
I took a deep breath and walked at a normal pace past the baggage conveyors and over to the parcel claim area. Justin had packed some clothes and toiletries in a carry on bag, so I had no need to wait for luggage.
As I headed for the desk, I saw his back was to me, as I picked up a piece of conversation. I sighed deeply as I heard his voice. He felt like home, and I smiled as the warmth of that thought flowed through me.
I realized he was suddenly within reach, and figured I should probably put him out of his misery. He was confused, and agitated. Who could blame him? Justin was as much of a trouble maker as Pat sometimes.
"Are you sure there isn't a parcel for me? My coworker assured me it was on this flight."
His voice sounded stressed as I reached out and tapped his shoulder, and he turned to see what the interruption was.
Frustration gave way quickly to surprise and finally elation, as he swept me into his arms, kissing me passionately and holding me tightly in his embrace. I kissed him back with everything I had, melting into him and never wanting to let go again.
I heard an amused sound, and we turned to look at the lady at the parcel desk.
"I guess you found your missing parcel. Have a good day, Sir."
Pat smiled and thanked her before leading me away from the desk and over to a bench.
"Hi." He said it almost shyly, staring into my eyes and cupping my cheek with his hand. I'd missed him so much, and seeing the tears in the corner of his eyes, I knew the feeling was mutual.
"Hi yourself. It's so good to see you. To touch you. I've missed you desperately."
He kissed me again, lightly, but I could feel all his love pouring through me. He finally pulled back, and looked at me, holding my hands in his.
"I can't believe you're here. When Justin called and said he'd sent a parcel with something I needed, I was a little confused. I had planned to keep working this weekend, but he told me to reschedule whatever I'd planned because the parcel would need my immediate attention. I never knew how true those words would be."
I smiled and leaned into his touch, his hand gentle and warm on my face. "If it makes you feel better, he sprung it on me on the way to the airport. I don't think I've ever been happier to get on a plane."
He smiled and kissed me again quickly before pulling me up to my feet.
"Come on. It's great to see you, but I'd rather catch up back at the hotel than here."
