Author's Notes: This chapter is rated NC-17.
Chapter 2
Penelope Brooke Jewitt-Drake smiled at her latest accomplishment. Damn if the condo wasn't clean enough to eat food off the floor. She had spent the better part of the day dusting, vacuuming, polishing, and sweeping. When that was done, she got to work on the dishes and threw away all of the take-out boxes. Their refrigerator had been filled to the rim with them. Penny wondered why her father had bothered giving them a coffee table last Christmas when they had yet to sit down and have a meal together. They were a couple of common interests and hectic schedules. Sometimes Patrick wouldn't even come home until the middle of the night and she'd still be working on closing a deal for the company. Her doctor was very strict that she stick to healthier meals and cut down on work. She rested all the time in-between board meetings and deadlines. He had also assured her that it would be in her best interest as well as her baby's if she stayed fit during the pregnancy, said that it would make the delivery that much easier, so she had traded in a lot of her stress-related activities for a class or two a week of Yoga and Pilates.
Twelve weeks into her pregnancy and the baby was starting to show itself. She and Patrick had agreed that they didn't want to know the sex, would paint the nursery in yellow or light green. Some things just needed to be a surprise. She had half expected him to demand she quit working altogether, but thank God he hadn't done that. He understood how much she needed to work, how much joy it brought her. He felt the same way about his position at New York Presbyterian Hospital. Loving their careers didn't mean that they loved each other or their baby any less. Christmas had come and gone and Penny's sister, Heather, had scheduled the shower for late July. She smiled, rubbing her stomach, anxiously glancing at her watch.
What had first attracted her to her husband was his ability to live in the moment. Fresh out of college, she had been searching for some kind of excitement, something that had nothing to do with work or grades. She first noticed him when she arrived at the party, automatically thinking he was cute, but she lost him in the party and didn't find him again until it was almost time to go. He had been on the balcony explaining to one of his friends how incredible it was to save a life. Captivated, Penny eavesdropped from around the corner, blushing at the sound of his warm laughter.
It was he who came looking for her. As the party was winding down, Penny started to reach for her coat when Patrick's left hand settled on hers. He immediately apologized, explaining that his coat was under hers in the heap on the couch, and she had smiled. Naturally, he assumed that she'd want to go and get a cup of coffee with him, but she had been turned off by his overactive arrogance. She got as far as the elevator before he caught up with her and apologized for being so forward, having not meant to overwhelm her. Penny couldn't remember what she had said, but, the next thing she knew, she was kissing him, rendering him speechless at the same time. The night had played itself out, starting with coffee, moving into a last-minute decision to go to a comedy club. He didn't drop her off at her apartment until six a.m., understanding her need for sleep. She had clumsily given him her number and he had called her the next day, asking her how she felt about a Knicks game.
A tear escaped appeared on her left cheek as she let herself be taken back in time, seeing Patrick in this very spot, down on one knee with a ring in his hand. He had been sneaky about the entire thing, leading her to the mistaken impression that maybe he wanted to break up. He had laughed when she told him later that night, the five-karat gold ring dazzling in the darkness, promising to hers for the rest of his life.
Their fathers had a silent respect for each other, but they had fought all during the wedding, right to the point of the "I do's." While Patrick's father, Noah, had returned to Port Charles, a small town an hour or more from The City, Arthur Jewitt lived a mile up the road. Penny hadn't questioned Patrick's relationship with his father, knowing it was strained. Just from what father and son had said of Patrick's mother, Madelyn Drake, it was clear how much they had loved her. Her own mother had left her when she was three years old and her father had raised her alone.
Who was she going to go to when she had a question about her baby? Patrick had suggested Alice Ascot, Leonard's wife, but Penny hadn't felt comfortable. Mrs. Ascot was about to be a grandmother for the first time and her daughter, Emma, was absolutely adorable. Emma had filled her in on a lot of childhood memories she and Patrick had shared; Penny had been relieved to find an inside source to her husband's past. The three of them would have dinner the next time she and her husband Theo were in town Emma had assured them. Leonard had told the expecting mothers that they would be able to stumble through motherhood together, because their husbands were not going to know how to handle it at first. He really was a sweet old man and Penny was proud to have him in her life.
"Something smells good." Patrick declared, closing the front door behind him and crossing the room to pull his wife close. "Must be you." He crooned against her neck and Penny felt herself leaning into him. He brushed her platinum blonde hair off of her shoulder and placed a trail of kisses there, wrapping his arms around her waist. The condo was dark except for the half dozen candles sitting atop the mantle and the pair of candlesticks on the table. She looked flawless in her little black dress, her red painted toes peeking out from under black high-heeled sandals. Twirling around in his arms, Patrick noticed a flicker of green dance in front of her foggy gray eyes.
"Will you help me set the table?" Penny inquired disentangling herself from his loose hold. She went into the kitchen, smiling to herself when she heard him follow her. Picking up the blue salad bowl, she turned to face him and pressed it into his hands. Glancing down at the green leaves as if he wasn't quite sure what to make of them, he retreated to living room and placed them at one corner of the table.
Patrick noticed her standing in the doorway. "I can help you with that." Just as he was about to relieve her of his favorite main dish, lasagna, Penny moved to the side.
"Ah-ah-ah." She shook her head, setting the foil cake pan next to the salad.
"Did you have a nice day today?" Patrick asked, pulling out her chair for her. He made sure to lean down and bury his face in her shoulder-length hair, letting her scent hypnotize him.
"I did." Penny murmured, leaving a whisper of a kiss on his lips when he dropped his mouth to hers. "What about you?"
"It just keeps getting better and better." Patrick explained, taking his seat with the promise of good food and great sex lingering in the air. "Hand me your plate." He offered, cutting the dish into disproportionate pieces. Penny recognized the ploy, knew he wanted the biggest piece for himself, but she handed her plate over anyway.
"I went shopping today." Penny announced.
"Did you?" Patrick forked a serving of the delicious entrée onto his wife's plate and set it in front of her.
"Yes." Penny nodded, reaching over to pour her husband a glass of wine. Her glass was filled to the halfway mark with apple juice. "Did you know that right across from the baby store was Victoria's Secret?"
Patrick dropped the spatula he had been holding and took a moment to stare at his wife. She wasn't even going to try to be coy. He was torn between finishing the meal or taking her upstairs. She took a long drink of her apple juice and smiled into the glass. "I did-didn't know that, no." He managed, leaving his plate empty and following suit. She had chosen a rare red wine. He couldn't think of the name right then.
"I figured I might as well go in…you know just to look." Penny almost choked on her juice when she noticed how red Patrick's face had gotten. She figured she could keep this going for another minute. He teased her all the time. It was past time she dished it out herself.
"Did anything catch your eye?"
"I saw plenty of nightgowns you would have liked." She answered instead, fingering the thin strap of her dress and drawing it down her right shoulder. Penny poured some ranch dressing on her salad and took a bite. "Aren't you hungry?" She glanced over at his plate and saw that he was gripping his wine glass.
"I was." Patrick admitted. There was no way he was going to smell like his dinner when he took her to bed in a minute.
"I was careful to cook it just the right way. I wanted the cheese to melt in your mouth and pour over your fingers when you took that first bite." Penny purred, slowly crossing her legs. If he had been holding his glass at that particular moment, it surely would have shattered in his palm. Pushing out of his chair with enough force to knock it backwards, he grabbed Penny's hand and got her upstairs with very little cajoling.
Penny let him lead her into the bedroom and she reached behind her to open the door. "You're so easy." She harassed him, pulling at the knot in his red and blue tie.
"That's why you love me." Patrick answered arrogantly, rubbing his hands down the back of her dress, smirking when he found the zipper. Pressing his mouth to hers, he danced her to the bed, working the zipper with one hand while the other combed through her thick blonde mane.
"Among other things." Penny replied, sitting on the bed when the back of her knees hit the mattress. By the time his hand found her breast, she had his navy shirt up and over his head. He angled her head back, his thumb teasing her breast to the point of making her moan in his mouth.
The zipper finally gave way and he wrestled the flimsy black fabric over her shoulders, her waist, and down her legs, his lips following the path. She fell back against the bed, her hand shooting out to unsnap the button of his khakis. "Why Mrs. Drake, I had no idea." Patrick chuckled in a beguiling tone as he let his eyes run over her body. She had chosen a violet lace corset complete with ribbon and-he ran his hands up her legs-a matching G-string.
"What do you think Doctor?" Penny inquired, licking her lips seductively.
"I think I need to get you out of this as soon as possible." Patrick replied, reaching under her taut body to tug at the ribbons holding the ensemble together.
"You are the expert. I know you have my-best interests at heart." Penny gulped, feeling the corset break free exposing her.
"I take your case very personally." Patrick went on, wedging her thighs apart with his knee. Taking her right instep in his mouth, he flicked his tongue over her skin, watching her buck off of the bed. Stilling her by putting his left hand against her stomach, he latched his right hand around her ankle to hold her in place.
"You're being very gentle with me Doctor." Penny sighed, blinking back tears as he gently massaged her foot with a few swipes of his tongue.
"There may be some pressure later on," Patrick's tone stripped the statement of any uncertainty. He released her right foot and grabbed her left foot, moving his free hand to her breasts when he noticed them rise to attention.
"There's pressure right now." Penny assured him, afraid she might kick him if he continued to take his time sucking on her foot.
"Are you feeling any discomfort?" Patrick wanted to know, dropping both of her feet to the floor and sliding up her body. She whimpered when his hand left her breast and almost jackknifed off of the mattress when he tore her panties off of her and stabbed his finger up inside of her.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Penny responded, grabbing his shoulders and reaching for him. He met her glassy stare, his mouth unsmiling, and then he captured her lips with his. His tongue mimicked his finger and a moment later a second digit joined in on the stroking. She tore her mouth away to let out a cry and he used the opportunity to kiss her neck and the top of her shoulder, his lips parting, his teeth softly gnawing. She wanted to lock her legs around his waist, but he nudged them farther apart and replaced his fingers with his tongue. She grabbed his hair in fistfuls, her own frustration evident, but he was too lost in the taste and feel of her to pay any attention to her impatience. Just when she thought she might die from sensation, he lifted his mouth and stared up at her. She wanted to tell him to hurry up, but the absorbed look in his eyes robbed her of breath. Blindly, she caught the zipper on his pants and yanked it down, using her ankles to push the fabric down so that it pooled at his ankles.
"I never told you this," Patrick pointed out while he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and boxers. "But there's another reason I call you PB & J that has nothing to do with your initials."
"Really?" Penny sat up and slid the ruined G-string down her legs. "What's that?"
"You're sweet." Patrick replied, bending down to give her a slow kiss. "And you're creamy." He added, following her as she lay back.
"That's very naughty of you." Penny mocked playfully as she wrapped her hand around him. "Now, how about you let me take care of you."
"In a minute." Patrick countered, taking her hands in his and throwing them over her head so that he could edge his way inside of her. They let out a simultaneous cry as the tip of his shaft brushed against the outer folds of her opening.
She laughed unexpectedly, causing Patrick to stop mid-stroke. "We have yet to use that table to share a meal."
Grinning wickedly Patrick answered, "You know I'm a sucker for flat surfaces."
"Come here." Penny coaxed in a private tone she reserved for her husband. Patrick worked himself deeper and her breath caught. "Oh, that feels good."
"This is only the beginning. You're calling in sick tomorrow."
"I am?" She pretended to consider it. "And why's that?"
"Because I have tomorrow off." He explained.
"And what better way to celebrate than letting your wife get you off?"
"Did I mention how much I love being married to you?"
"Not today, but you can make it up to me."
"How's that?" Patrick's eyebrow lifted in question
"Quit goofing off and make me scream." Penny clarified bluntly.
