Internal Point of Vue

 

I was cozy, quiet, at home ; it was early in the morning. I was still half asleep when Patrick suddenly opened the door of my little home sweet home. The light hit me hard - I felt like getting angry, but gave up lecturing him about how he came too early for my taste. He always acts like he doesn't hear me, anyway. And he was all smiles... I didn't really have the heart to scold him.

He didn't say hi to me and simply extended his hand towards me, as usual. What a warm hand...

Oh God, I hope I didn't blush to his contact ! I'd feel so ridiculous ! Of course there is no reason to be ashamed of my reaction, but still... Anyway, he took me to work, like every day since we started our relationship.

We arrived quickly ; the trip happened in the blink of an eye. I must admit I'm not surprised : after all, I was fixated on the beauty of my favourite detective the whole time !

The office kitchen was empty, but some people were already working. Seated at the edge of the table, I watched Patrick get busy. Soon, the kettle whistled and he offered me a drink. I love this moment, the first tea in the morning. It's still intimate, the whole team is not around watching us.

Once the ritual was accomplished, we parted ways. The others would have serious questions if we sticked together all day long ! They suspect our relationship, obviously - the contrary would be surprising -, but I'd rather avoid mockery. Oh, he would take it with a smile, but me, I couldn't endure it ! I'd rather break away, too bad for him ! Well, I play rough, but I know things wouldn't go this way. It's just a means for me to keep my countenance.

The morning went by slowly. I wondered if he would come to see me before lunch... Usually, he can't resist and sneaks in my little corner for a long kiss, but he is sometimes too busy with the investigation to have time for me. I don't blame him, of course, but I'm always a bit disappointed in these cases.

Hah, he finally came. I was boiling with impatience. Good thing the others were nowhere to be seen ! I bet they were chatting around a table at the other end of the office. There was no major investigation and Patrick was quite relaxed.

I savoured our kiss. He did too. He had a large smile on his lips and kept both his hands stuck around me. When he kisses me, it's like he's saying "I love you" with his body.

He let go of me and I wanted to say "No ! Stay a bit longer...", but I knew it would have been unreasonable. If he disappeared for too long, somebody would come get him and they would find us together, and I can't let that happen at work. For nothing in the world !

During lunch, we sat with the team as always, close to each other but not too much. I like the dynamics in this group. Wayne started a tournament of charades and with no surprise, the girls won the cup. I love this game.

Grace served me some water. Good, I was a bit thirsty. A little water never killed anyone, however I must admit I prefer tea. The cause of that being Patrick, obviously. Before him, everybody said I was made for coffee and I fully agreed. Tea seemed tasteless. But Patrick taught me how delicate and much sweeter than coffee a good tea could be. You know, when I'm sharing it with him, even leek soup would have some sweet aftertaste...

Patrick woke me up from my daydreaming when he took me by the hand. The team was leaving the canteen, I'm lucky they were not looking at us. Lunch was already over, I was the last one, lost in thoughts, sitting on the table. It was time for the best investigation team of the country to get back to work. I smiled internally, thinking about how this team got its nickname in huge part due to my dear Paddy.

We had to get separated again. I tried to stick to his hand, I really didn't want him to go... But I had to let go. I mentally repeated again and again "We must not, we must not !".

My location offers a stunning view on Patrick's sofa. He laid down on it a flashed me a little smile. Wayne snapped a joke about Sleeping Beauty. I'm sure he was talking about us. I have a feeling he sees through me like glass, he's very observant.

No, he must have been simply joking about Patrick's habit of napping in the office. That's all. I have to convince myself, otherwise I'll start imagining disaster scenarios again. Damn, why do I still think there would be problems if I confessed everything to the team ? I should stop being so pessimistic ! Maybe I should try to be more like Patrick, always optimistic and light-hearted.

Speaking of the devil, he came shortly after. "Great", I thought, "I was starting to... Oh no !". Grace was coming along this time. "No, Patrick, no ! I told you a million times I don't want us to kiss when another team membre is near !"

Fortunately, she was only going to the loo. I was so scared, I almost broke under the pressure of thinking how I should act. The following kiss was even more pleasant since it had been endangered... He held me to his chest, briefly shivering as if the cold of winter hadn't been driven out by the heating system. His hands are so soft, his lips so tender !

Alas, he couldn't stay for long this time. Somebody called for him from the corridor. My sweet detective left me but his eyes told me he would be coming back soon. After all, he has a good excuse : he had not finished drinking his afternoon tea. And he didn't need to justify himself about drinking his tea with me, everybody had gotten used to it ages ago. The other are powered by coffee and chatting over a cup of coffee ; well, for us, it's tea, that's all.

He wasn't away for long, indeed. He came back and told me with a smile that his tea had cooled down and then threw it in the sink. As if I hadn't understood it was only a scheme for him to stay a bit more with me...

The kettle whistled once again. The beverage was darker than its predecessor. In parallel, his kiss lasted even longer. Was it a vengeance against the interruption we suffered from ? In this case, I'm not at all against being interrupted more often !

When the evening came, Patrick came to drink the last tea of the day with me. That, at least, is uncommon, since he usually drives home directly after work. I was already feeling sleepy, so he hurried up. I tried to show him a contrite smile, but it was unnecessary - he knew very well that I was only tired and not at all weary of him. Quite the contrary, in fact.

After finishing his drink, he wiped me with a clean rag and put me back in the cupboard, next to the other cups. Here I stand with pride, blue amongst all the white cups - and all the dishes seem to whisper : "Patrick's cup is back !"

 

The End