(A/N: Warning! There will be smut towards the end of this chapter! I know that until now, there has been barely any smut at all, but I'd imagine that for those of you reading this who are older, you'd probably like some, no? So yeah. Those of you who are younger and are reading this, or who simply don't like smut, if you don't like, don't read. You have been warned.)

While we're waiting for Pete and Ellie to come back with the food, we go upstairs to my flat and get out some DVDs, trying to figure out what to watch. We go up to my flat because 1, Patrick's TV is terrible, and 2, I have a massive collection of DVDs. Mainly Disney, but oh well. Disney is slightly amazing.

As we're heading up the stairs, Patrick asks," Won't Pete and Ellie be confused when they come back and find us gone?" Aw. Ever the nice one.

"Nah, " says Joe. "They'll just figure out that we've gone upstairs. Or we've been kidnapped by a group of pole dancing emos." We all burst out laughing.

"Now I'm just imagining Pete from like 2007 pole dancing while Gerard Way menacingly brandishes eyeliner at us," Patrick comments. We all laugh again.

"I think that's the most disturbing image to ever enter my head ever," says Sandra.

"Me too," Miya remarks. "Which gets me thinking, Patrick, why are you imaging Pete pole dancing? Are you sure Peterick's not real?"

"The fact that they've got a ship name is worrying me," I say. Andy grins.

"It worries us all, trust me."

"Guys! C'mon, we all know Peterick isn't real!" Patrick moans. We all glare at him. "What?!?"

"Do not interrupt the wonderful fantasies of you and Pete pole dancing in my head, Pattycakes," I say.

"Now this is just getting scary," Joe remarks. Andy just shrugs.

"We're scary, you've gotta admit." And with that, he picks out a couple of movies with a flourish. "Disney marathon anyone?"

"How old are we, five?" Miya whines, but she's just pretending.

"We may as well be," Joe says. Andy nods wisely.

"Point taken, Trohman. Come mortals, let us watch the movies of Disney as we wait for pizza," he says in a dramatic movie voice. We all laugh.

"Next you'll be Yoda or something," says Sandra. Andy laughs and sits on the sofa beside her, putting his arm around her waist. She giggles.

"Do I get something similar?" Joe asks, doing puppy-dog eyes at Miya. She just rolls her eyes.

"You can have my fist in your face," she offers. Joe laughs and kisses her cheek.

"How about-" he whispers something in her ear and she blushes bright red.

Patrick and I laugh. "Would puppy eyes work on you?" he asks.

"He'll yeah. However, before you kill me with your fedorable-ness, 'Trick, I think we should watch some Disney." He nods solemnly.

"Indeed."

And so we watch Disney.

Nearly half an hour into Tangled, there's a knock at the door. And when I say knock, I mean more of an angry, insistent banging. Oops. That should be Pete.

Andy goes to the door and opens it. Outside is a very annoyed looking Pete holding a bag of food.

"Jeez, dude, you guys took forever," Joe comments. Pete scowls and comes inside, closely followed by Ellie.

"I really do not like you guys," he mutters, chucking the bag down on Andy's lap. Andy laughs and opens up the bag, grabbing a small box of rice.

"Yay! Food!" Joe yells, grabbing a box of noodles.

"How come you just left Patrick's flat?" asks Ellie.

"Dude. Lydia has way more DVDs than Patrick," Joe says, as though this should be obvious. Miya rolls her eyes.

"I said they'd be pissed."

"And you were right," Pete mutters, throwing himself down in an armchair. "Why, may I ask, are we watching Tangled?"

Everyone just shrugs. "Why not?" Patrick answers.

"I will never understand you people. We're like, what, thirty?" Pete points out. Everyone else just shrugs.

"Meh. Disney's good," I say.

"Hear, hear," says Andy.

"Yeah, by the way, Trohman, I notice you grabbed the noodles at the first chance you got," Miya complains, seizing some chopsticks and stealing a good chunk of the noddles Joe has.

"Hey! Don't take my food!" Joe protests, watching sadly, and, may I say, quite helplessly, as Miya takes his noodles.

"Your fault," Sandra comments.

"But Andy did it too!"

"Shush," is Sandra's answer. "Andy Hurley may do no wrong."

"Let's just eat, huh?" says Patrick. Well, I certainly agree with that.

So we share out the food and dig in.

"This is good," I proclaim through a mouthful of chicken chow mein. Miya grins.

"I came up with that recipe for the chicken you're eating right now," she says. My eyes widen.

"Really?"

"Yep!"

"Oh wow. Can I marry you please?" says Joe.

"No," Miya says shortly and everyone laughs.

After we've finished eating, and Tangled is over, we put on The Princess and The Frog. Mainly because why the hell not. I snuggle into Patrick's chest, enjoying the soft warmth of his small body. He smiles and holds me close.

Pete and Ellie are sitting beside us, and they're cuddling too. Ellie is lying down on the sofa, legs tucked up, and has her head in Pete's lap, and he's gently stroking her hair. Miya and Joe are having a whispered conversation about God knows what, and Andy and Sandra look like they're almost asleep.

"You know what?" I whisper to Patrick.

"What?"

"I'm glad I met you." His eyes light up and he smiles softly. It's very dark in the room, and the only light is coming from the TV, so his face is illuminated in a slightly blue light.

"I'm glad I met you too," he says.

Later on (in fact, much later on, seeing as we watched two more Disney movies after The Princess and The Frog), after the guys have gone home, we climb into bed in my flat and lie on our backs, staring up at the ceiling.

"Tonight was fun," I say, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. He blushes and then gets a naughty little grin on his face. Oh dear lord.

"Wha-" I start to say, before Patrick puts his finger over my lips. He kisses my cheek, as though just sampling me. In the lest weird way possible.

"Patrick?" I try again. "What're you doing?"

"Exactly what we both want," he whispers. I relax at that, although my body is quivering with anticipation. And then he starts.

Patrick climbs on top of me and starts kissing me passionately. I blush deeply and moan softly as his tongue explores my mouth, his hands on my breasts, kneading them slowly. I can do nothing but lie there as his small (but damn capable, if you get what I mean) hands slide down from my chest to my... Womanly area. I groan softly as he kisses my neck, finding my sweet spot and sucking and biting in the skin there. Oh god.... This feels so good. This is more than he'd ever done before.

And he's nowhere near finished. His lips slowly move down from my neck to my chest, sucking on my nipples, biting. I moan, much louder now.

"Say my name, baby," he whispers. He's never done or said anything like this before, but I know what to do.

"P-Patrick...." I manage to get out.

"Louder," he hisses.

"P-Patrick! Oh god, baby yes," I groan as his lips move down again from my chest to my stomach and then to my clit. I sink my nails into the soft fabric of the bed and bite back a scream of pure pleasure. He grins and holds up a finger.

"Open wide," he whispers, and then he plunges his finger into me. I moan loudly, nearly letting it all go right there and then.

"No sugar. Wait," he hisses, putting in a second finger and starting to pull them in and out, in and out, me moaning due to the sheer ecstasy of the situation.

"Oh god, princess, you're so wet...." he murmurs. I can barely breathe. He's so good at this. Eventually, he nods and I let it go. He smirks sexily and licks it off his fingers.

"Mmmm...." he whispers, and then kisses me once more, pulls my pants back up and holds me tight.

"That was..... Incredible," I say after a while. "I don't think you've ever done it like that before." He winks.

"Maybe I should do it more often...." Patrick murmurs seductively.

"Oh hell yes."

(A/N: So there we are! Smut! That was my first time writing it, I hope it was ok! There will probably be more to follow ;) so just so you know!)