A/N: Thank you for your kind feedback; it really helps me. Right now things are a little fluffy and I plan on taking it slowly because I want the development to feel natural. Thanks for coming for the ride with me!

This is for Gina who was the one to spark the Electrik muse back into action last year.

It was an embarrassment how he suddenly felt like a adolescent when he was alone with her. How his fingers itched to reach out and brush hair off her face, or how his tongue darted onto his lips every time he thought about how that pretty pink gloss tasted.

She smiled, "So how are you going to entertain me Dr. Drake" she teased.

He could hear the race of his heart beat in his ears and he was glad that Pete or Ian weren't here to see him so domesticated. Back then it was all about the thrill of the chase, and getting stuck alone with as many hot coeds as possible…but now the game had changed. A bunch of short brunettes had come in and screwed everything up.

"Earth to Patrick" she said rousing him from the mush in his head.

Shaking it off he tried to put on the act he had perfected, "I thought you were doing the entertaining tonight Nurse Webber" he kidded flashing his dimples.

Biting her lip she laughed that infectious giggle that dove under his skin and flooded his body with warmth.

"Your player moves are a bit rusty Daddy Drake"

Shooting her a glare he got up, "I'm hurt. First you start hole punching my man card and now you are doubting my ability to entertain you?" he asked.

"Did you bring your race track" she shot back arching her eyebrow at him.

There was something in the way he always felt totally at ease with her…the way she took any pretense out of their time together and made him not have to fake anything, "You know what Nurse Webber, I am going to show you a good time tonight…and you are going to make me breakfast in the morning"

Her mouth widened into an O with mock indignation, "Is that a sexist comment?"

His tongue darted out to lick his lips, "No, it's a bet. I entertain you tonight, you make me breakfast tomorrow?" he asked wiggling his brows.

"And if I'm thoroughly bored tonight?"

Smiling, "I'll make you breakfast"

Jutting her hand out she matched his smile "Deal"

He shook her hand letting the tiny one fit perfectly in his and telling himself that it didn't feel like perfection, "Alright…I am going to fire up the blender…and the hot tub…you scared yet?"

"Shaking in my flip flops" she said before pulling her hand away and patting his face, "By the way, I like French toast in the morning"

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As he pulled on his swim trunks he tried to tell himself that being in the hot tub meant nothing…that he wasn't wringing his hands waiting for her to walk out of the door in the white bikini his brother had been talking about for weeks.

Matt…his brother…there was something about thinking about him that struck him in his gut. They had come from a non existent relationship to something really good…and Elizabeth was his girl; that in itself should have set it up huge glaring warning signs. Yet, here he was walking out of the room feeling like a kid on Christmas.

Walking by her door he saw her on the phone and she offered a finger wave, "Oh yeah, Daddy went to get ice cream, that's great…I love you too Cameron…okay let me talk to Lainey. Hey, yeah he told me that Daddy is going to get ice cream, thanks again, okay I'll see you in a couple of days" she said clicking.

Their eyes caught through the doorway and she gave him a sad look, "My babies are getting too big, and they're having so much fun without me" she said a tinge of sadness in her voice, "Jake didn't even want to get on the phone because him and Lainey were building a puzzle"

Naturally his arms opened and she fell into them her chestnut hair tickling against the bare of his chest. It made something grow inside him; protective, hunger…love. She pulled away a slight trace of tears pooling in her eyes, "Sorry, I'm"

"Don't be sorry" he ordered gently, "Is it hard, Lainey and…"

Sitting on the bed she wrapped her legs under her, "It was at first…but this time Lucky and I aren't getting back together, and I really love that he found someone like her"

Closing his eyes he paused for a moment and tried to imagine Robin with someone else…he was surprised at the lack of feeling that was there. In the past when she would turn to Jason or Nikolas it would make his blood boil…but after watching her and Brad…it had broke something inside of him; something he desperately wanted to fix but it was like the harder he tried the worse he broke them.

"You're a better person than most" he told her.

Shoving his shoulder she pushed him out of the room, "Compliments will get you everywhere, now go while I change"

Running downstairs he turned the bubbles on in the hot tub and then went back into the kitchen pulling out the strawberries, the rum and the blender. Mixing the ingredients he didn't hear her walk down. When his eyes met her body he drank in the sight of her alabaster skin in the dark of the kitchen mixed in with the moonlight that peaked through the windows.

It wasn't the white bikini…and a part of him was jealous that she was obviously saving it for Matt, but instead she wore a more demure red one piece that looked sinful hugging her slim curves.

Before he could speak she got a glint in her eyes, "Last one in the hot tub is a rotten egg" she cried running towards the patio.

For a moment he was stuck in place, but he made up for it with long strides. Right as she made it to the stairs he grabbed her as they tipped over and fell in together. When the came up she was still in his arms their wet torsos pressed together.

He pressed against him was messing with his psyche and affecting the part of his brain that dealt with rational thought. She pulled away, "That was not fair, now my hair is all wet and disgusting" she said narrowing her eyes.

Laughing he let his back hit the wall of the Jacuzzi hoping that some distance would stop making him feel so lightheaded, "I'm sorry" he said honestly.

Shrugging he let herself sink down and closed her eyes, "Nothing a strawberry daiquiri won't fix" she said any animosity forgotten.

"At your service" he teased.

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Maybe it was the steam, or every guy's fantasy about a beautiful woman and a hot tub but he had trouble focusing. Luckily she filled any awkward silences with normal chit chat. She had him coming out of his own skin and she didn't even realize it.

"I'm becoming prune like" she complained after awhile.

Looking at his own hands he agreed, "Let me go grab a couple of towels" he said jumping out.

Coming back he watched her crawl out and he opened the towel so that he could wrap her in it. Slowly his arms encircled her pulling the soft cotton around her lithe body. Her eyes looked up under a fan of dark lashes and met his. The air thickened, and for a moment they stayed in that position staring.

Then he heard the familiar ringtone boom from the kitchen…his wife's ringtone.