Chapter 4

Robin rushed home, hoping to beat Jason there in case he was done with his 'visit' with Patrick. Running up to her front steps, she was grateful that she didn't see Jason on her doorstep waiting for her. She fumbled with her keys until she located the right one, unlocking her door. Sighing with relief, she hadn't taken two steps from the door before she heard a knock on it.

She opened the door to find Jason standing there.

How did he do that?

"Hi, come in," she said and he stepped inside.

She was so excited to know what had happened that she missed his disappointed face. Closing the door, she turned and saw the frustration in his eyes.

"It didn't go well," she stated.

Jason shook his head. "No." He paused briefly before seeing her disenchanted look. "I won't give up, though. We'll get your daughter back."

She looked down, exhaling, and noticed his red knuckles.

"Did you punch him?" she asked.

Jason looked down at his hand, defeated.

"Yeah."

"What did he say?" she demanded frantically.

"It's not worth repeating. Can I ask why you married him?"

Somehow the way he said it made her laugh. She'd been furious and concerned, and now she understood exactly what had driven Jason; she had hit Patrick once or twice herself.

"Let me clean up your hand."

She walked towards the back hallway of the house, retrieving her First-Aid kit and her medical bag.

"Robin, my skin didn't even break. I'm fine."

"Please, it's the least I can do. If…you don't mind it being me doing it."

It took him a second to realize she was referring to her HIV status.

"I have never been afraid."

She looked up at him in the midst of her medical process.

"No, you haven't."

She felt a rush to her heart that nearly made her shiver. She could never describe what she had with Jason, but his eyes were on her and she felt her skin and muscles responding to him. He was looking back at her, but she didn't know if he would ever really forgive her for Sonny.

"Your hand," she said, breaking the silence.

He was so lost in her eyes, her face, and her soul that he didn't hear her.

"My what? Oh," he replied coming towards her. "It's not bad."

She began wrapping it up. He could feel her energy and was growing impatient without the use of his hand. He wanted to use it to touch her.

When she finally finished, she met his blue eyes.

"Thank you for being willing to stand up for me. I'm upset that he hates me so much he could deserve a punch from you, but I'm glad I have you on my side."

He hated that he couldn't reply saying he had and would always stand up for her. He had not kept that unspoken promise between them. Reaching out he cupped the side of her face with his un-bandaged hand. The quick contact elicited a gasp from her mouth, half from surprise and pleasure, the rest was simply sadness.

She found herself aching for him, yet afraid of his opinion of her. He had shown her that he was on her side, but she felt exposed to him in a way she didn't want to be.

"Jason," she whispered.

"Don't," he said, too busy thinking about his need for her to hear what she wanted to say.

He dipped his head down to hers and latched onto her full lips.

They tried to keep it gentle, keep it sweet, and maybe that would've worked fifteen years ago, but now all the desire and raw emotion sparked between them. He broke their kiss abruptly to throw her up in his arms. She swore she'd never forget the way he looked at her as he held her in his arms. Her glossy eyes were full of love and need, despite her broken heart.

He worried for a moment. Was he touching her when she was too distracted and too sad about her child to understand what this meant to him? What it would have to mean to them? Was it all done with Sonny and at this moment did he really want to ask?

She cupped the side of his face and lowered her mouth to his.

"Jason, please," was all she said against his mouth.

And with those two words, he carefully rushed them to her bedroom. Setting her down, he made a quick glance of the room and saw little of Patrick in it.

"I changed the sheets, Jason," she assured him as he came towards her with another kiss and the urgent attack to get her clothes off.

Sliding her pants easily off her tiny body, he gave a simple caress down her bare stomach, feeling her muscles shiver beneath his touch, and his fingers moved lower where he began to lightly caress her clit.

Blatant rushes of lust sprang through her and she cooperatively climbed up around him with her legs around his waist, pushing his shirt off in the process. As he shoved her up against her wall, they both worked harder at getting his pants off than they had at anything in years. She felt the friction of his jeans brushing against her most vital areas, and Jason wasted no time slipping two fingers inside her smoothly.

He leaned down, latching onto her inviting lips, his thumb encircling her clit as his fingers pushed in and out of her. Reaching her orgasm fast, she shuddered against him.

"Your hand," she protested, trying to pull back.

"My skin didn't break," he assured her against her lips. "Besides, my hand is bandaged."

She tried to gather herself as she looked up at him. "I understand the risk now. I'd risk being with you too. I'd risk everything," she said breathlessly.

He tipped her face up, forcing her to look at him.

"Would you? 'Cause I want this to mean something more."

She exhaled a laugh.

"Jason, it's always meant everything to me. You have always meant everything to me. I meant it when I said that there would never be a day that I didn't love you. There never has been. I have always loved you more than you have loved me."

He lifted her swiftly up against him, wrapping her legs around his waist and laying her down on the bed. He drew her arms up over her head, holding her wrists lightly.

"That's not true."

She nodded. "Yes it is. But I love you and I love you for you. And if you want to be with me then I want that more than anything. I want you with me right now."

"I love you in a way that I have never loved anyone else. I never cared what anyone thought the way I care what you think. I care what you expect. Your love is everything to me. And I'm not going anywhere," he said climbing up to attack her mouth.

He reached off the bed for his pants and knowing this game well, she helped him, both of them fumbling for the condom. In seconds he was inside her, their eyes locked and generating heat around each other. Her heels dug into his back as he plunged into her, lighting up her insides as she bit down on his chest in her desire.

Jason rolled over so she was on top to cease crushing her with his weight, enabling Robin to slide him inside her just a little deeper, triggering her climax. Every part of her felt him and the exquisite details of what was happening as he came, fierce and hard inside her. Her fingers reached forward against the cool wood frame of her bed, his fingertips probing at her, unconsciousness threatening her. He shuddered in sheer pleasure as she rippled around him, his voice trembling around the two syllables of her name. Her sweaty hands slipped down the wood as his wet lips left a trail on her stomach. Seeing light stretch marks there, he outlined them with his tongue.

Jason didn't objectify her like Patrick did. Jason didn't use her as a body to fuck like she sometimes felt he did. She felt the joy when he touched and caressed her and it was in complete worship. She sighed and sank her body into the feeling of afterglow. She loved this man. She always had.

She closed her eyes and breathed in this truth.

He loves me, she thought, lying down on his chest as she exhaled.

"I want to stay with you," he whispered.

"I want you to," she said back.

~~~~To Be Continued~~~~

There is a difference, and always will be, between Robin and Jason, and Robin and Patrick…