A/N: Thanks for all the great support. Here's some more fic in the world of loving Patrick.

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Meddling – Robin 8
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I had forgotten how reassuring it is to have another person in bed with you.

I've been awake for a while now, having slept longer than I have since before medical school and am lying here with my eyes closed reveling in the weight of Patrick's arm around my waist and the heat of him behind me.

Patrick shifts behind me and he buries his face in my neck. The feel of his breath on the skin of my neck sends tendrils of desire through my body. If it I wasn't afraid I'd wake him up I'd let out a contented moan and press myself further into him. A few hours in bed with him and I've become a shameless hussy. I can't imagine how I'll be when we finally make love. I can't wait to find out. Right now, with arousal pulsing between my legs I can't remember why I've decide to wait. Whatever it was it all sounds like the adults talking in the Peanuts' cartoons in my head, a bunch of sounds but no content.

"You're thinking too loudly."

Damn, the movement of his lips and the vibration of his speech against my body feel so good. I bite my lip and grin as he curls himself around me letting me feel that his own physical state is the same as mine.

"You wouldn't think so if you knew what I was thinking." I know my voice sounds like a sigh, but I am shameless now after all.

"Really?" Pleasure and surprise lilts his tone and he lifts his head to try and get a look at my face. I turn my head and let him see that he hasn't mistaken my meaning. Looking into his eyes it's obvious that he's also floating along on sensation and that rational thought is not going to come from his quarter. It was surprising enough last night. Which means I have the choice – I can continue to be the shameless hussy I've styled myself as for the past, oh, fifteen minutes, or I can conjure up a decade of prudence at the snap of the fingers?

As Patrick turns me onto my back and brings his face down for a kiss the choice is made for me. The moment his tongue slides into my mouth I'm lost, breathless. I want to have this man, to merge with him more than I can remember wanting anything else in a long, long time. I cannot deny myself the temptation of finally having something I want readily available to me. There's nothing attractive to me right now in being sensible, which usually means me denying myself. I've done too much of that in the past bundle of years.

"You feel so good." Patrick's words are a grumble against my lips as our legs entwine and our bodies melt into each other. His hands are everywhere skimming over my skin and I can do nothing but grasp onto him so I don't fly apart.

"Take it off, take it off." My words are gasping pants. He is caressing me over my clothes and I just want them gone. I need to feel his skin. I need.

"Robin!" Patrick's hips thrust on top of me. He buries his face in my hair and I feel him tremble as he tries to slow down. I won't let him. I wrap my legs around him, pressing the heels of my feet into the backs of his thighs. I arch into him, urging him on.

I am so far gone there is a ringing in my ears.

"Robin. Robin!" Patrick is pulling back and calling my name. I open my eyes and look up at him, blinking multiple times because I can hardly focus through the haze of lust.

"The phone is ringing." He reaches over to answer it.

"Oh." I run a hand over my forehead, pushing my tangled hair off my face. With my other I continue to hold onto Patrick's shoulder. It's too early for the surgery to be over so I say a silent prayer that this is not an unwanted update on Noah.

"It's for you. It's your father."

Huh? I look up at Patrick in confusion. Then I remember. My father is alive. I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out as I silently take the phone from him. "Hello?" I'm finally able to croak out.

"Robin, are you all right? The hospital said you were taking off today." The sound of my father's voice fills me with a sudden joy that takes me by surprise. Before I had been so hurt and angry and then he was gone, now that he's called concerned about me has finally let something loose inside me.

"I'm, uh, I'm fine." I take a deep breath look into Patrick's face, which is hovering worriedly over me. "Noah Drake went into surgery for a liver transplant this morning. We're waiting it out at my apartment." I flush suddenly as the reality of talking to my father while still flattened to the bed by an almost naked and aroused Patrick Drake hits me. I look up at him pleadingly and he immediately catches on, but he still deliberately takes his time rolling off me. Mmmm.

"Well, um, he's a good friend isn't he?" My father sounds hesitant, probably afraid I'd bite his head off for prying, but I get his meaning.

"Yes, he's a good friend." I swat Patrick's hand away from my breast. "Why are you calling?"

"I wanted to see how you are. To let you know that I've finished up the virus case and was wondering if maybe you'd see me if I came back to Port Charles."

"Don't do anything on my account." There it is again. He's asking not making it happen. That is not the Robert Scorpio I knew. My sudden flare of joy drains and I feel deflated. There's a silence on the phone.

"Enough of this, already. You say you're a grown woman, but you're acting less mature than you were at eight. I'll be there in two days and you will see me!" His harsh tone is punctuated by the click of him cutting off the connection.

I grin and look up at Patrick who's looking pretty pleased himself. He takes the telephone and puts it back on the side table. "Does this mean you've forgiven him?" He lifts his eyebrows questioningly.

"I think I might have." I scratch at the stubble on his cheeks. "Not that he doesn't have a lot to answer for. My father is alive, Patrick. He's coming to see me." Something flashes in his eyes at my words and the more immediate present comes back.

"Let's call the hospital and then have some lunch and go back there. You are going to eat," I insist when I see he's about to argue. I lean over and press a kiss to his lips.

"About what just was about to happen…"

I chuckle at Patrick's obvious discomfort at "talking" and touched by his willingness to do it anyway. "There'll be time enough later to analyze things to my satisfaction later." I put a hand over his mouth.

"Any maybe then I can distract you?" he says through my fingers, nipping at them playfully, before his eyes turn serious again. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and begins to dial the hospital.