Patrick Drake & Robin Scorpio have been best friends since they were five years old and they've been there for each other. After graduating college, they went their separate ways. It's been two years since they've seen each other. It's the night of Patrick's mother's and Stone's death. Patrick and Robin meet up and they have had too much too drink. When they wake up, they're married, and they are happy, especially since they can't get an annulment. Will this marriage drive them crazy or bring them closer than they ever imagined?
So, I have never lived in New York, and have decided to make up a name for the street of the house Robin was going to see, especially since Port Charles is a made up place. I am very impressed with the amount of feedback I have received. I honestly didn't think I'd get as much as I have and I am very thankful. I was actually surprised at the temporary Patrick Drake. I actually found him funny. Enjoy!
Warning: There is smut in this chapter, so if you don't feel like reading any – well, you know what to do. I really hope everyone enjoys it. I am not the best smut writer, but I do hope you guys like it, and remember to leave feedback to what you think.
Chapter Two: A big change of heart!
February 2, 2008; Dale Avenue
Robin was sitting on the porch on Dale Avenue where her soon to be home was going to be and she was frowning to herself. She was almost in tears, not too sure what she was thinking that Patrick would even want to live with her. God, he was her best friend and her husband now, but the fact that things between them today just seemed to get worse and worse from time again and again, it made her want to strangle Patrick. She had been sitting out here for ten minutes, while the real estate woman, Bridget, was making some changes to the contract.
The house was so beautiful to Robin, and if Patrick didn't want to live here with her, then she would have more room. After all, there would be one day where she might want to have children of her own. The house was made in the late 1800's and it was so beautiful to Robin. It even had some changes to the house.
The beautiful home that Robin wanted had three bedrooms, which she was thankful for. The master bedroom had a walk-in closet and a bathroom, which had two sinks, and a crystal-like tub. The bathroom and the bedroom even had a skylight, which was one of the reasons she loved this house. She had been a sucker for homes like these. There was also a huge study, which had more than enough room. Next to the study was a recreation room. Down the hall from the master bedroom, there was a huge kitchen, and it had a bar like counter. What fascinated her the most about the kitchen was the stove. The living room was huge because it was combined with the dining room.
Outside, the backyard was beautiful. It definitely had some landscaping down to the place. It had a pathway, which led them to a lake if they walked far enough. There were rose and lily gardens everywhere and the yard had the greenest grass she had ever seen. Beside one of the rose garden, there was a little pond. What Robin loved the most was the white gazebo, which had red and pink roses wrapped around it.
"Mrs. Scorpio-Drake," Bridget said with a smile, as she walked over to her, and she took a seat next to her on the porch. "What do you think of this house?"
Hiding the frown from her face, Robin ran a hand through her hair, and she gave the woman a soft smile upon her face. "I'd like to make an offer."
As both women stood up, they headed into the house, but Robin was stopped when she felt those familiar strong arms wrap around her slender waist, and she gave Bridget a look that she would inside very shortly.
"I'm sorry," Patrick whispered into her ear, his arms still wrapped around her waist, and he laid his head down on her shoulder. "I'm so very sorry, Lovebug."
"You're late," Robin said sadly, tears springing inside of her eyes, and a sigh left her lips. "I… I really thought you weren't going to even show up, especially after that fight we were –"
"I was stupid," Patrick said, trying to reason with her, and he sighed when he stepped in front of her. "I was so scared about moving. It would make this marriage so real, Robin, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to face the music quite yet."
"Are you saying you wouldn't mind moving in here?" Robin asked, trying not to get her hopes up, as she looked up into his dark brown eyes, and she moved a hand behind her neck, trying to rub the tension out from worrying. "I mean, if you aren't –"
"Robin, no," Patrick said, as he placed his finger against her lips to stop her from talking. "You're right about the house. It's too small, and from the looks from the outside, it looks like a lovely home. Did you already sign anything?"
"No, the lady's inside," Robin said, as she placed her hand into Patrick's, and she felt butterflies squirming throughout her stomach. "Let's go."
February 11, 2008; Melanie Delgado's Office
The week had moved by really slowly and the newly weds finally moved all of their things inside of their home. They had even gone shopping, which their friends had tagged along. Lucky, Jax, Maxie, and Emily had been so grateful for helping them move their things in. Even Jax's new 'friend', Carly Benson, had decided she wanted to help out.
Carly and Jax were like joined at the hip and Jax enjoyed it when she called him Jasper unlike his friends, who would call him Jax. He had been so relieved when Robin had come to a liking to Carly because he had been so nervous that his friend's wife wouldn't like her.
"Since Valentine's Day is coming up," Melanie, their marriage-counselor, began, as she jotted some notes down on the notepad in front of her, and then turned her attention to Patrick, whose eyes got all wide. "I want you to take your wife out."
"Uhhh… say what," Patrick groaned, as he looked over at Robin, who he thought was blushing, but he shook his head when he looked at the woman across from him. "I have plans."
"Well then, change them," Melanie said with a roll of her eyes, as she placed the pen from her fingers down on the notepad. "This is why no one will grant you a divorce. You're so stubborn."
"What?!" came both Patrick and Robin's voice, as their eyes nearly popped out.
"Trust me, you guys act like a marriage. You are so flirty with each other and then you act like you can't stand the sight of each other." Melanie then turned to Patrick, then looked to Robin, looking in between the duo, as she leaned back against her seat, and she crossed her arms over chest. "You two did something really stupid but I really think you two have something real. This wasn't some impulse that you two like to think it is. In the end, trust me, you two will not want this divorce."
"Yeah right," Robin huffed, as she crossed her arms over her chest, and she sighed. "Patrick didn't even want to move in a house in the beginning."
"Whatever," Patrick said, rolling his eyes, as he too crossed his arms over his chest, and he looked at the plant on the table beside him. Finally, he turned to look at the woman again. "Look Mrs. Delgado, I know you are married and all, but we aren't in the whole marriage thing. We are best friends and that's all I think the two of us will be."
"Well, you still need to take your wife out. I will find out if you took her out or not too. Now, get going. The sight of you two is making me nauseous right now," Melanie said, as she then watched the two leave her office, and a sigh left her lips. "Just wait. In time, they won't be able to keep their hands off of each other."
February 11, 2008; Metro Court Restaurant
Everyone looked at the Patrick and Robin, who were frowning with their arms over their chest. They had just finished ordering their meals and Robin had just told their friends about the news that Patrick and Robin had to go on their date.
"Oh, come on," Carly said with a bright smile, as she took a sip of her glass of wine. "I mean, it can't be that bad, can it?"
"We tried… dating before when we were seniors in college and it wasn't good," Patrick explained, as he ran a hand through his dark brown hair, and he sighed. "We had decided to go to a carnival."
Robin giggled, as Patrick backed her into the alley near one of the booths, and she felt Patrick's hands sliding under her halter-top, cupping one of her breasts through her bra. A soft moan left her lips, as she felt Patrick's mouth planting kisses along her neck and to her bare shoulder.
"Patrick, w-w-we can-ca-can't," Robin whimpered out, as she felt Patrick grinding himself into the crotch of her jean skirt where she felt the bulge of his jeans.
"Come on," Patrick whispered into her ear, suckling down on her ear lobe, and he pulled back to look at her with a teasing smile on his face. "Do you really want me to stop?"
"Well, no, but –"
"I promise I won't hurt you," Patrick whispered, as he slid his other hand under her halter-top, cupping her other breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
Reluctantly, Robin finally obliged, and she gasped, shocked to what was happening. Patrick and Robin were twenty-two years old and had decided to go out on a date after taking a midterm earlier that day. This was definitely going to be a very, very interesting date the more that she thought about it.
Continuing to cup her breasts more firmly, he pushed them out of the cups of her strapless bra, he grinned from ear to ear. Ever since he picked her up earlier, his eyes couldn't leave those perfect breasts. Robin was the most beautiful woman ever. He loved how small she felt in his arms, especially to how good she felt in his arms. Even when they would be hugging, he would get so hard like he was right now. He loved how good she could make him feel this warm or hot. He could feel his cock wanting to burst out of his pants and he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to hold on.
Crashing his lips against the small woman, who was pressed against the wall of the alley, he felt her part her lips open, and he pushed his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was hot and sensual and he continued to push his tongue inside of her mouth, their tongues tangling together in a hot, fiery kiss.
Robin then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Reaching inside of his pants, Robin grinned when she pulled that thick erection out, and she smirked from ear to ear. She had to admit that he was definitely endowed in all the right parts of his manhood. Stroking him, she was satisfied when he moaned into the kiss, their tongues still intertwined against each other.
Breaking the kiss, Patrick took a step back from her, and he reached into his pocket, pulling out the condom. Seeing the look on her face, he grinned, as he handed her the condom. Feeling her quickly sheathe his erection, Patrick felt his erection pulse in her small hand, and he took a deep breath. Not being able to control himself, he pressed himself against her warm sex when he moved her panties to the side.
Pushing herself right against him, she groaned against his chest when she felt every inch of his throbbing thickness. She just could never get enough of him and she never thought being with Patrick could feel this good. She quickly jumped up in his arms, wrapping both of her legs around his waist, which only made him slide even deeper inside of her hot core. "Patrick," Robin whimpered out to how good she was feeling at this very moment of having him so deep inside of her warm sex. Muffled moans were heard through their lips, Robin's face into his chest, and Patrick's face was in the crook of her neck.
The crashing of her hips was only turning on both of them more and more. Sliding their hips harder and faster each time they moved against each other, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. While Patrick continued to tease and pinch her nipples, Robin couldn't move her hands from under his shirt from his bare, strong chest. She then unbuttoned his shirt, his chest, which was begin to glisten with sweat, was now in her view.
As she wrapped her arms around his waist, she slid her fingers across his back, and she panted into his chest, licking her lips, her hot breath pressing into his skin. She moved her hips back and forth, enjoying how hard his thrusts felt against her own thrusts, their skin slapping against each other, sweat spilling from both of their bodies. She felt his balls slapping against her each time he moved deeper and harder into her hot, moist sex. Whimpering in pure ecstasy, sheer pleasure was beaming throughout her entire body. Her nails began to run up and down his bare back, loving how each other thrust, he would continue to look into her dark chocolate eyes.
Patrick continued to pound in and out of his girl's warmth, thrusting his hips harder and faster, sliding one of his hands from her breast to her hip. He drew her closer and closer, trying to bring her to climax, wanting to give her the most amazing orgasm she could ever even ask for, and he just couldn't control himself. "I – oh baby, so – good," Patrick whimpered against her lips, rolling his tongue over her own that just spilled out of her mouth. Just being this close to her, Patrick's lips found hers again.
"Patrick – more please!" Robin cried out in sheer lust, aching for the most tremendous climax she could even ask for, as she locked her leg tightly around him, and she wasn't even sure how much longer she could hold on, especially with the way his finger continually tracing her nipple. He was teasing her so badly and she was going to lose it at any moment. Her hard nipple brushed against his strong hand, her body feeling like electricity was splurging through her entire system. All she could do was whisper out his name like a beautiful song to his ears. Nothing had spilled through her body, and when he reached one of his hands down above her pearl to her clit, she opened her eyes wide since she was so sensitive.
Finally, the two college students began to thrash and thrust their hips against each other, not being able to control their hungry urges. They finally began to climax with one another, calling out each other's names against their lips.
"Not to be nosy, did you two even go to the carnival after your whole sexcapade?" Carly asked with a smirk on her face. "Is that why you two never dated because of what happened?"
"We did continue but things just got so weird for us," Robin continued, as she watched their food come to the table, and she sighed. "We just realized that we were better friends than lovers – but now, everything's messed up."
Noticing the tears in his wife's eyes, Patrick turned to look at her, and he placed his hand on her cheek. "I don't want to see you cry, Lovebug. Please don't cry."
"It's just – this shouldn't have happened. It's my first wedding and I can't even remember it," Robin said with a frown, as she moved her chair back. "I need to go to the bathroom."
Before Patrick could even say anything, he watched Robin leave the table, and then watched Sam, Carly, Maxie, and Emily rush after her. Frowning, he stirred his pasta around his fork, and he looked to his friends, as well Jesse and Nikolas.
"Did I do or say something wrong?" Patrick asked, as he looked at the four guys, and he ran a hand through his hair before he took a bite of his food. "I mean, I thought everything was going – okay."
"Patrick," Jax said with a roll of his eyes, as he looked over at him. "Did you ever think that maybe Robin has fallen in love with you?"
"What?!" Patrick gasped, coughing, as he spit out the piece of chicken so he wouldn't choke on it. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Oh please!" Nikolas said, shaking his head in Patrick's direction. "How can you not see it? You guys got married and she's not complaining about it. To be honest, you aren't either. Wait, do you have feelings for Robin, Patrick?"
"No! It's nothing like that. We got married out on a limb. It was a stupid mistake, Nikolas," Patrick admitted, running a hand through his hair. "Robin doesn't love me."
"You're really slow when it comes to love," Lucky said with a huff, shaking his head in disbelief. "I mean, Robin's so happy when she's with you, man. No other man has ever made her as happy as you do. I just wish you could see it, man. That woman is in love with you and I cannot believe you can't see what's in front of you."
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"Robin, what's wrong?" Maxie asked with concern in her voice, as she sat next to Robin on the couch in the bathroom. "Why are you crying?"
"Maxie, she loves Patrick, and she's finally realized it," Emily said with a grin, as she sat beside Robin on the other side of him. "Right Robin?"
"God, this is so wrong," Robin groaned, as she wiped the tears away with the tissues in her hands. I should not even feel this way."
"It's perfectly normal," Sam stated, as she leaned against one of the sinks in the bathroom. "You two have been best friends for years and you are his wife."
"Yeah… because we were both drunk," Robin grumbled, as she looked down at the band where Patrick had received when they got married in Las Vegas at the Graceland Chapel. "God, I was out of my mind. The last thing I remember is Patrick and me talking. I just wish –"
"No, you don't," Emily interrupted her friend, as she flashed her a smile. "You being Patrick is one of your dreams, Robin. You're so happy, and honestly, I have never seen you this happy. Personally, I don't want Patrick and you to go through this divorce."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Robin, it's me, can I come in and talk?"
"It's a ladies bathroom. The men's bathroom is next door," Robin joked, as she smiled to herself, and she covered her face from her blushing.
"Go on, Robin. You two need to talk," Maxie persisted, as she helped her up to her feet, and then watched Robin walk out of the bathroom where there was a sulking Patrick Drake. "Have fun, you two!"