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WHO: Patrick and Famine
WHAT: AWKWARD KISSES omfg!
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: Patrick's place
WARNINGS: Uhm, overload of adorablilty?



It might seem strange to ask for distraction by someone who had once willingly starved him, but Patrick loved Famine and she was always good company. Their past was just that; the past. In fact, he had spent the entire day contemplating going back to work while baking and cooking up a storm. He had an entire banquet to offer Famine if she wanted it. And she usually did.

Patrick was terrified that Joey had been taken by a demon or some other charlatan. His dear friend Neil had been taken by Lucifer and killed. It was Patrick's greatest fear but considering the cock-up that had been the rescue of Bridget, Patrick knew he couldn't rush in and try to save Joey even if he did know where he was. Not if Lucifer had him, and that really was the most likely outcome. He messaged Michael and now all he could do was sit and wait. He didn't stand a chance against the fallen angel. Lucifer could crush him like a bug.

When Patrick heard the knock on the door, Patrick ran to answer it while sucking some chocolate off his thumb. "Hi," he said with a smile. "I melted a bunch of chocolate to dip strawberries in because yum."

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Of all the strange things Famine expected when Patrick opened the door (and she'd seen quite a few in her day), Patrick sucking chocolate off his thumb was definitely not one of them. But it was Patrick, and you sort of learned to roll with these things. "Hey," she said, coming in and shrugging off her jacket. She tended to wear one winter or summer, she was thin enough to the point where she was always cold.

"Your whole place smells like chocolate, and that's never a bad thing," she said, sliding into a chair. "And strawberries, despite their weird name, are actually pretty awesome."

WELP, I FELL ASLEEP HARD.

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"Strawberries, neither straw nor berry but awesome and covered in chocolate," he said with a sage nod. He waved her into the living room where he had spread out his masterpieces on the coffee table. "I made mushroom pies and some quiche and cookies and scones. I worry-baked."

TOTALLY OK. <3

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"Oh my god, you made quiche," she said, sniffing the air in the living room. "It smells fucking amazing in here." She picked up a knife and sliced into the mushroom pie, letting the scent waft upwards. Loading up her fork, she put the first bite in her mouth and groaned. "Patrick, this is fucking amazing. If you ever want a career change, come down to the restaurant. We'll hire you before you can blink."

<3!

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Patrick beamed, pleased with himself. Living with Dewi had paid off. He had started out being able to make boxed macaroni and cheese and ended up able to do...well...this. "Works out well since George would burn water while trying to boil it."

He sat down beside her and ran his fingers through his hair. "Thanks for coming. Distractions are good."

OH GOD, I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE D:

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She snorted. "Then it's a good thing you're the one who does the cooking. I get the feeling that if George tried to do something like this, he'd burn down the house. And that would be bad."

She bumped his shoulder with hers. "You're my friend, dude. And you're bummed. I figured I should at least stop by and see how you were." She turned to peer at him. "You gonna be OK?"

IT'S OKAY

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Patrick made a face as she shrugged. "I think it depends on how Joey will be once we find him again." If they found him, and found him alive. "I'm just trying to stay sane while we wait." He turned to her and frowned cutely.

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Famine frowned, thinking. "Doesn't one of you saintly types find things? I'd give him a buzz. Unless you already have, in which case, the Horselady is out of ideas." She took another bite of mushroom pie. "I am going to marry this pie," she announced. "We're going to get married, and we will be so blissfully happy together, and it will be grand." She laughed.

"Not terribly sure how good I'll be at keeping you sane, but I'll try my damnedest," she said. There was only a few inches of space between their faces right now, it was the closest she ever remembered being to another person. Well, one who wasn't threatening her, anyway.

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"Anthony. He finds things but he tried and he couldn't find Joey." Patrick sighed and then he looked back at Famine again. She was really pretty, he hadn't noticed before.

"I can make you more mushroom pies if you want. More distractions are good. And if you eat your husband all at once you might end up a bit upset." Patrick licked his lips and then he smiled at Famine being so kind to him.

"You do pretty damn well keeping me sane. You're so sweet and funny, and-" Patrick stopped, his eyes on her lips. And then, without really thinking about it, he leaned in and kissed her.

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"Well that sucks," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "I can put out some feelers, if you want. I can go places some of you can't, and I have a few contacts that might be useful. Minor demon that owes me a favor. Long story."

"That would be amazing," she said, and she meant it. "And hey, you know I like more about you than your cooking, right?" she asked, nudging him lightly in the ribs. "It's a definite bonus, but it's not the main thing." She waved a hand at that. "It will be a brief marriage, burning bright for a delicious moment, and then fading into a beautiful memory." She giggled.

"I try, I guess," she said, pushing some hair behind her ear. She was about to say something else, but it got lost in the feeling of Patrick pressing his lips to hers.

Well. That was...new. Not really bad, just...different. She'd kissed Makaria on Valentine's Day because she thought she'd been in love with her, but it hadn't been real. It had felt real at the time, though, even if it felt plastic and fake when she thought back on it. This time, she wasn't under any sort of spell, and she still wasn't sure how to react. She didn't push him off right away, though. Mostly because her brain was having trouble processing all of the information.

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Patrick continued the kiss for a moment and then he pulled away, his eyes wide. His mouth formed the shape of an O and he blinked before saying, "oh- Oh god. I'm sorry!"

SO HOW MUCH DO I LOVE THESE TWO?! LIKE, A TON. XD

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Famine blinked too, at the sudden loss of contact. "You look like I'm going to slap you," she said. "Don't worry, I'm not. It's not like I hated it, or anything. I just...wasn't expecting it, I guess."

UHM A MILLION TONS!?

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Patrick breathed out and then he flapped his hands about a little. "I didn't mean to! I do that sometimes. I just- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

I'm just like, 'MY PRECIOUS BBS COME HERE AND LET ME CUDDLE YOU'

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"You need to calm down, Irish," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's not like you...impugned my honor, or anything, and I'm not leaving, so just breathe. Actually, breathe a few more times. You kind of look like you're going to freak out on me." She squeezed his shoulder. "So don't be sorry, OK? Everything's fine."

SO many cuddles!

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Patrick nodded and he breathed like Famine told him to. He still felt horrible. It's what he always did, rushing into something without thinking. "Okay. Calming. I didn't mean to, you're just really pretty."

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OK, that made her do a little double-take. She opened her mouth to say that this wasn't really what she looked like, this was just a construct she wore to walk among mortals so she wasn't an eight foot tall rider on the back of an enormous horse.

But maybe it was the fact that she'd been wearing this shape for so long, or maybe she was just finally starting to understand emotions, but it made her feel...nice, she supposed. "Thanks," she said quietly. "I don't think anyone's ever called me pretty before."

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Patrick blushed a little then and he leaned back, grabbing a cookie to buy some time. "Well everyone else is silly," he said, his voice a little quiet. He cleared his throat and said, "I won't do it again. I'm just a little ridiculous."

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"You're not ridiculous," she said, as though her mouth was on automatic. "Everything like this is just...it's new to me. I'm not human, I never have been, and my sisters aren't really pouring on the compliments, you know? And like I said before, you shouldn't have to change who you are, or censor yourself, for anyone. And that includes me." She polished off the last of her pie and reached for her own cookie. "And while I will agree that everyone else is indeed silly, I think I've been in this shape long enough that being complimented once in a while makes me smile, instead of cocking my head and staring at someone like they grew a second head."

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Patrick chuckled at that and he started to relax. "Well I'll remember that for the future and give you many compliments."

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She nudged him in the ribs again. "Careful, or you'll give me a big head." She took a bite of cookie and chewed, thinking as she did so. "I mean, you're only the second person I've kissed, ever. And the first time I didn't get a say in the matter." She shrugged. "I'm a blindfolded person in a dark room."

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Patrick screwed up his face then, looking half-shocked and horrified. "You what? You didn't get a say? What happened?"

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She waved a hand. "Stop looking like at me like that, I was fine. It was Valentine's Day, when that little idiot Greek goes around shooting people. When I was curled up in bed with vodka, and really not knowing how to deal with things."

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"Oh, I see. Yeah, I think Michael got shot by him as well but he wouldn't say who he fell for." Patrick shrugged. "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

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She started laughing and choked on the last bite of her cookie. "Michael," she said, when she could speak again. "Michael. The general of all the armies of Heaven...got shot by a love arrow." She cough-laughed for a few more moments. "Oh man. I shouldn't be laughing so hard."

She shook her head. "Naw, Irish," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "You're golden. Just...a little warning next time would be good with me."

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"He told me that under duress, I don't know if he wants it getting around!" Patrick said quickly.

Next time? Did she mean that she wanted there to be a next time? Because that was...weird. And also new. He cleared his throat and then he nodded. "Yeah, alright. Warning. Got it."

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Famine mimed zipping her lips shut and throwing away the key. "Well anyone who hears about it won't hear it from me."

"I know that look," she said. "You're overthinking, and I probably phrased something wrong. I didn't mean a literal next time. I'm really fine where we are right now."

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"No! Me- I- Me- Yes!" Patrick agreed, happy where they were as well. "I mean yes me...also. Ahem. Rainbow cake?!"

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"Good," she said, punctuating the word with a nod. "And yes, I'd love some rainbow cake. I was serious about the job, too, if you ever want to come work for the restaurant."

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Finally relaxing a little, Patrick laughed. "Alas I think I am destined to help my people settle in here." He cut her a slice of the cake and handed the plate over. "But it's nice to be wanted."

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"Oh fine," she said, with a huge fake put-upon sigh. "But, looking at it another way, more cake for me. I'm a greedy bitch, but yummy, rainbow cake." She sliced off a piece with her fork and smiled around it. "Good stuff, man."

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"You should take it home with you," he offered. "I have a cake movey thing somewhere. I had to save it from my old house, but I wanted to keep it for this exact kind of thing."