A/N: This chapter has a very descriptive scene…just a warning the rating would definitely go up. Enjoy ;)
Flinging her purse down on the couch, Sam walked over to the small bar in her penthouse. "Would you like a drink?"
Patrick sat down on the couch. "Yeah. What are my choices?"
"Hmm well let's see. We got a little whiskey, some tequila, vodka, and I think there's some champagne in my fridge."
"I say we break open the champagne."
Sam walked out of the room and came back a moment later with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Sitting next to Patrick, she handed him the bottle. "I'll let you do the honors."
He easily popped the cork out and poured them each a glass. Lifting his to Sam, Patrick said, "Cheers…to us."
Sam clinked her glass with his, and replied, "To us." She took a couple sips and set hers down. Sliding Patrick's from his hand, she pulled him towards her. "I think you should finish what you started in the restaurant Dr. Drake."
Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her passionately on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. He pulled her onto his lap and she giggled softly.
"Hey Doc, you know, I think we should move to my bedroom…if that's okay with you?"
Patrick smiled. "You think I would complain?" He stood up, still holding her in his arms. He carried her into her room, and stood her on her feet. Walking her slowly back to the bed, he dipped his head down to kiss her again. This time, it was softly. Before the reached the bed, he stopped and looked down at her.
Lifting her chin up, he said quietly, "Are you sure you want to do this?" He brushed the hair back from her face, and she caught his hand.
"Yes. I'm sure. I wouldn't do this if I wasn't Patrick." As she said this, she reached up and pulled his face down to hers and they kissed.
Their kisses deepened and became more passionate as their bodies pressed tightly together. Patrick slowly lowered the zipper on the back of her dress, while she slid his jacket off his shoulders. She took off his tie and pulled his shirt out so it was untucked. He pushed the straps down on her dress, and it was soon pooled at the bottom of her high heels. Stepping out of it, she kicked it to the side. He held her at arms length, admiring her.
"Like what you see Doc?" She said softly. She smiled as she said it, and Patrick thought that he had probably never seen anything more beautiful.
"Yes I do. Very much." He pulled her close again, and she sighed as he kissed her again. She had kissed her fair share of men, and had always enjoyed kissing Jason by far, but there was something about Patrick that made her shiver just from a kiss. He was so sensuous it was impossible to not enjoy it.
She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off him, and reached for his belt. Her fingers brushed the bulge in his pants and she heard him inhale sharply. She smiled seductively and slowly pulled the zipper down on his pants.
They laid down on the bed and Patrick leaned over top of her. He kissed her all over, making her all the more hot for him. He slid the straps of her bra off and removed it completely. He caressed her and she moaned softly.
Soon they were both completely naked and both were aching for each other.
Sam whispered, "Patrick…please Patrick, I want you."
Patrick retrieved a condom from his pants and slipped it on. He slowly, slowly, inched inside her as she moaned with every aching inch. He groaned as she tightened around him. Slowly they moved together, and as their passion increased, their pace did as well. Finally, they were both crying out in pleasure, and both felt that sweet rush of relief as their lovemaking reached its culmination.
Breathless, they lay in each other's arms. Sam closed her eyes as she laid her head on Patrick's chest. Patrick's eyes closed as well as he wrapped his arm around her. Both were so relaxed, they drifted off to sleep.