The Resolution Chapter 4, a general hospital fanfic

Chapter Seven:

"No, it's fine, I'll find a way home, no problem. Have fun and be safe." Robin spoke on the phone to Lanie. "Yes, I'm having fun. He is very nice. No, no problems at all. Okay, see you at work in a few days," she hung up and tossed her phone on the bed. "Shit."

"Do you often lie to your friends?" Patrick asked as he tossed some pretzels into his mouth. They had been sitting in awkward silence for the past half hour until Robin's phone rang.

"There is no need to make her feel badly for leaving me with you. I'm a big girl and I will find my own way home. She is enjoying her night and I didn't see a reason to ruin it." Robin sighed and looked at her legs before she realized he was staring at her. "What?"

"Nothing," he sighed.

"If you have something to say, just say it," she looked at him.

"I don't want to get my head bitten off, so I will remain silent," he turned to the television and watched some meaningless drivel.

She couldn't take this room for another second. "I need some air," she got up and looked at him. "Where is the key?"

"In my pants pocket."

"Can I take it?"

"It wouldn't matter what I said, so whatever you want," he said.

"Why are you being such an ass?" She asked him.

"I'm not, but you just seem to have a chip on your shoulder the size of Texas," he said.

"And you're so perfect?" She walked over and sat next to him on the bed.

"We weren't talking about me," he could feel the warmth of her skin as she sat close to him.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter," she looked ahead at the television and was quiet, so many thoughts running through her head. Maybe they were all right? She turned with her back to him and sighed. Maybe she could just sleep the rest of the evening. Her eyes filled with tears.

Patrick got up and walked to the other side of the bed and sat down on the chair, facing her. "Robin, look at me."

She picked her head up and faced him. "Why bother? You already have me completely figured out."

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I haven't been fair."

"Whatever, like I said, it doesn't matter. I think I am just going to take the blanket and sleep on the chair. You should go back downstairs and enjoy the evening. It's almost midnight," she wiped her eyes and pulled the blanket off the bed.

"I don't want to go downstairs. I want to bring in the New Year with you," he smiled at her.

She chuckled. "Why?"

"Because I like you. I think you are someone I would like to get to know better," he said sincerely.

She tried to figure him out. Was he serious or pulling her chain? "Alright."

"So can we start over?" He asked her, happy to see her smiling.

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because I think we've learned some important things about each other," she smiled. "But I still have some questions."

"Like what?" He asked.

"Like why your biggest fear is being alone?" She watched his face as she spoke and saw him flinch a little.

"It was just an answer."

"No it wasn't."

"Whatever. Why does it matter?"

"Because I want to know more, so I think another game is in order. If I win, you need to talk about your answer," she grinned at him, her eyes twinkling.

"And what do I get if I win?" His eyes bore into her.

"I don't know, what do you want?" She immediately regretted her words.

"If I win, you kiss me at midnight."

She stared at him. "What?"

"And not a peck on the cheek, but a real full on lip kiss," he grinned. "Are we on?"

She raised her eyes and smiled. "We're on."

He didn't think she would agree, but she seemed full of surprises. He grabbed the cards and she poured another drink, taking a long sip. He did the same and they sat down on the bed as he dealt.

About 20 minutes later, Patrick realized he was going to lose. He wasn't sure what bothered him more, the thought of having to be honest with her about his answer, or the fact that he wouldn't be kissing her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked him, seeing him staring into space and not playing his hand.

He looked at her. "Nothing, just thinking."

"About how you're going to lose?" She looked at him, her eyes dancing.

He smiled at her and shrugged. "I figured I would let you win."

She rolled her eyes. "Right, I kicked your behind and you know it."

He took another drink. "It doesn't matter."

She couldn't figure him out. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just lost, no big deal," he got up and put his glass down on the counter.

"Okay," she gathered the cards and put them in a pile. He turned and leaned on the dresser, his arms crossed in front of him.

"Still time to go downstairs before midnight," she said to him. "Might make your evening not a total loss."

"Is that what you want me to do?"

"I don't care what you do."

He nodded. "Right, of course you don't. Have a nice night," he grabbed his pants.

"What's your problem? You lost and now you're acting like a baby," she stood up and walked to him. "I don't care if you go back downstairs, but don't act like this is my fault."

"All of this is your fault," he muttered.

She was flabbergasted. "What the hell does that mean? How is any of this my fault?" She walked up to him and crossed her arms, her eyes on fire.

"Never mind, I shouldn't have said anything," he turned from her and she moved to block him.

"What does that mean? I don't know what you're talking about," she said and stood between him and the door.

"Please get out of my way," he said.

"No, this is your room. I'm out," she turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Patrick threw his pants down and ran his hand through his hair. He didn't know why he acted like that. She got to him, but he didn't know why. He poured another drink and there was a knock at the door. He looked through the hole and sighed before opening.

"I left my purse in here. I can't go anywhere without money or my phone. I'll get it and get out." Robin brushed past him and he closed the door behind her.

She walked to the bed and found her phone and grabbed her purse. He stood and watched her, blocking her path. "Excuse me," she said, not meeting his gaze.

"My dad walked out on me when my mom died and since then I have issues with being left alone," he shrugged. "That's why my fear is being alone. I am alone and I don't like it."

She was stunned by his admission, not because of his fear, but because he appeared so vulnerable in the moment, like he was naked and she was the first one to see all he had inside.

"Oh, well, then I guess I shouldn't leave. No point in both of us being alone tonight," she smiled and walked back to the bed, sitting down.

He grinned, grateful she didn't push the topic. It was the perfect response. He looked at her, sitting on the bed, smiling at him. "It's just about midnight, come watch the ball drop with me," she patted the mattress next to her.

He was suddenly nervous and he wasn't sure why. He walked to the bed and sat down where she motioned. He looked at her and then at the television. She counted down with the announcer as the ball dropped and then she picked up her arms in celebration. "Happy New Year!"

He turned to face her and she looked at him, her face bright and happy and he couldn't help himself. He leaned in to touch her cheek and when she didn't stop him, he moved closer. He knew he was pushing it, but he suddenly wanted more. He had never felt like this with anyone. She excited him and he found he wanted to know all about her, and that made his heart race and his blood rush through his body. In her eyes he saw what he felt; passion.

Robin knew it was coming, and she found she didn't want to stop it. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the honesty in his words, or the fact that somewhere, deep within her being, she felt something she had missed for so long. She looked into his eyes and saw what she felt; desire.

Chapter Eight:

Patrick looked into her eyes and felt a strange sensation come over him. He had kissed so many women in his life, more than he cared to admit, but this moment, right here and now, was different. He caressed her cheek and he could see her eyes were filled with anticipation. It wasn't right. He backed away.

"Robin, I don't think this is a good idea," he sat back and looked at his hands.

She was stunned and her eyes filled with tears. "What's wrong?"

He looked at her and seemed ready to say something, but he didn't, he just sighed.

"Okay I get it," she got up and grabbed her purse and her dress and walked out of the room.

He jumped up and walked after her into the hall. "Robin, wait, please."

She stopped halfway down the hall and turned to look at him. "It's fine, don't worry about it," she turned and kept walking so he wouldn't see her tears.

His long legs allowed him to reach her in about 4 steps and he blocked her way. "Please listen to me."

She looked up into his eyes and he winced at the honesty and pain he saw there. "You already said everything you needed to. I'm a big girl, Patrick, I will be fine."

"But I didn't say anything."

"Exactly," she tried to walk away when he put his hand on her arm.

"Please wait."

"Please move."

"Excuse me ma'am, is this man bothering you?" Another hotel guest was walking by and saw the exchange.

Patrick looked at him. "We're fine."

"I don't recall asking you." The man walked closer to Patrick.

"No, he isn't. I'm fine, thank you." Robin said quickly, worried about what this guy could do. He was really built and the smell of alcohol was oozing from him, a dangerous combination.

Patrick and the man glared at each other for a minute longer and then the man left.

"Will you please come back to the room with me? I would like to explain," he said. "Please?"

She sighed. "Fine."

They walked back down the hall and Patrick stopped. "Shit."

She looked at him and smiled. "Locked the key inside, didn't you."

He ran his hand through his hair. "Will you wait here while I go downstairs and get another key?"

"There is a house phone by the elevator. You can call there," she said.

"Okay, don't move."

She watched him walk away and wondered what she was doing. It was obvious he just wasn't into her like that. This whole scenario was ridiculous, really. She didn't even know him. It was interesting, she mused, she hadn't been attracted to anyone in a long time. It was sort of like she just expected to be alone. Her tears came again and she angrily wiped them away. Robin Scorpio didn't do things like this. She tried to give herself a pep talk and then she saw him heading back to the room and her resolve failed.

"Sorry, got it," he said out of breath as he opened the door. He waited for her to walk in and then he locked the door behind them. He went in to the bed and she stood by the door.

"You can come in," he said. "Please."

She sighed. "Look, you don't need to say or do anything. We are both adults and this whole situation is a mess. I think we should just wait until morning and go our separate ways and forget tonight ever happened."

He walked back over to her and took what she was carrying out of her hands, placing it down on the bed and walking back to her. "I'm sorry. I messed up and I'm sorry."

She looked down and he tilted her face back to look at him. He wiped her tears with his thumbs and she grasped his wrists in her hands. "Patrick, it's fine, but this is making it worse."

"I don't think I have ever kissed someone I wanted to kiss," he said.

"That doesn't make any sense."

He sighed. "I know, but it's the truth. When I looked at you, sitting on the bed, your honesty and vulnerability just did something to me. I didn't want this to just be another kiss. I didn't want you to think I was playing you. I needed you to know that I wanted to kiss you."

She smiled. "Well you could have just said that."

"But this was so much more fun," he smirked.

She moved his hands off her face and she walked into the room, turning around to look at him before she sat on the bed. He walked to her and sat down next to her, just like they were before.

"Let's just forget the past half hour," she took his hand in hers. "Happy New Year Patrick," she smiled and went to move when he held her hand tighter.

"I'm not messing this up twice," he said and leaned in to capture her lips with his. He was tentative at first, soft and searching, but when he felt her hand snake up to his neck and the slight tilt of her face gave him all the invitation he needed to know this was right. He pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her, knowing this was a moment he would not soon forget, and when she moaned into his mouth, he felt his arousal strain against his pants. This wasn't good. This was incredible, she felt and tasted incredible.

Robin wasn't sure she had a thought left in her head except how amazing his mouth felt on hers. She was surprised when he kissed her, but that turned quickly to passion and heat as she felt his arms around her body and the neediness in his kiss was intoxicating. She felt his tongue begging for entrance and she obliged, opening her mouth and welcoming him, sucking on his lip as she felt the heat pool at her center, her nerve endings alive and electric. This was too much, too fast, but amazing nonetheless. She pulled away and looked at him, speechless.

Her face was flushed and her lips swollen. He wasn't sure he had ever seen anything more beautiful. "Wow," he smiled. If kissing her was this amazing, he didn't dare think about what it would be like to make love to her. His groin twitched and he blushed.

She touched her lips and looked at him, not knowing what to do. She knew what she wanted to do, but that wasn't happening. She exhaled and looked at her hands before she smiled at him.

He needed to take a cold shower. He was afraid if he moved, she would see exactly how much he enjoyed that kiss. "Are you okay?" He was concerned at her silence.

"I am. I'm just a little overwhelmed," she stood up and hugged her arms around her body, his t-shirt huge on her.

He knew what she meant. "Are you hungry?"

She grinned. "I could eat something."

"Why don't you order some room service while I take a quick shower," he prayed she would agree to that.

"Sounds good," she turned to get the dining menu and he made his way into the bathroom. He closed the door and cursed his body for betraying him.

Robin ordered some food and smiled when she heard the shower turn on. She still had it.

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