A/N: Don't hate me because I'm beautiful; hate me because I won't let Robin and Patrick consummate their relationship until the time is right. However, there is a definite naughty warning on this part. So if you're under 17 or prude please don't read.

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Meddling – Patrick 8
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I'm going out of my mind.

I close the apartment door and walk straight into my kitchen, drop my head into the sink and turn on the water. Not even the extra intense work out I just put in at the gym is taking the edge off. I turn off the water and stand bent over the sink with water and sweat pouring off me as I try to figure out how my life came to this.

Having a love life hasn't been this difficult since my residency and overbearing fathers haven't been an issue since I was seventeen. There are times over the past few weeks I've wondered if this relationship stuff is really worth it as I think back on my carefree life back in New York City. But there are two catches to that life, no Robin and the ever-present feeling I was letting my mother down by letting my father wallow in a bottle.

Truth is, and the unrepentant bachelor in me cringes a bit in the background as I admit this to myself, I can't even imagine my life without Robin. As for my father, it means more to me to have him back in my life than I could have ever anticipated. Although, I would prefer if for just tonight he wasn't right upstairs while I try to have my first date with Robin in over three weeks. Especially since being in recovery he's already weaned himself off of the addictive and more effective pain killers and sometimes has trouble sleeping through the night.

I grab my gym towel and rub my face with it and grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. I lean back against the silver metal door and close my eyes and picture how the evening is going to go. The first thing I'm going to do is take Robin's cell phone and turn it off. Maybe even chuck it off the balcony into the Port Charles River. I hate that damn thing. Every single time we've managed to grab some time together someone calls or, worse, shows up. There's a whole host of characters determined to keep us chaste. Her father, several times, her uncle or her mother who flew in to town and raised the storm of hell on Robin's father, her best friend from Italy, that former hot model who I wouldn't mind actually showing up at her door if someone has to, one of her ubiquitous cousins, especially the newly marrieds who are having problems with the in-laws. Or it'll be the hospital with some medical emergency. Every single time we're alone this happens, and those times are few and far between since I've gone back to work.

I don't know which is driving me more insane, not having Robin to myself or not having Robin. Sue me. I'm a guy with a sexy girlfriend. One who has waited for months to make love to her.

I can't believe I'm using the "g-word" without a gun to my head. And smiling about it.

I toss my gym bag over my shoulder and lope up the stairs.

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"It's not too late to get into my car and just drive." I murmur against Robin's ear. Ever since she got here I've been trying to convince her to run off into the night and disappear with me. She's not having it, but since she's letting me toy and tease her as I try to corrupt her I'm not complaining, too much.

"And leave your father alone?" Robin sounded torn just then, giving me a kick of hope that maybe I'll at least be able to get her naked.

"Let your dad watch him. He owes me." Okay, now I'm complaining. I thought that I had made a positive impression on Robert Scorpio during the quarantine, but you wouldn't know it from the evil eye the guy gives me whenever he sees me with his daughter. He even gave me the third degree one day, cornering me at the hospital when I had just come out of a long and complex surgery. I might have said one or two things that pissed him off. I can get a bit cocky after putting my brilliance into action.

"Somehow I doubt you could convince him of that." Robin snorted and closed her eyes as I continued nibbling on her earlobe. "But he likes you."

"You've got to be kidding me. Have you seen how he looks at me?" I unbutton another of the buttons on her blue button down shirt.

"I'm serious. He respects you. He's just keeping you on your toes and trying to impress me by making up for the past fifteen years of neglect."

"He's trying to keep you out of my bed is what he's doing. I swear the man is having us watched." I pull back and narrow my eyes at her. "Where did you tell everyone you were going?" There's no way the doorman to this building is going to be able to keep out any of the Scorpios.

"I didn't tell anyone anything, Patrick. I don't run my life past my Uncle Mac or Robert Scorpio."

"You keep telling yourself that." I snort indelicately in her ear. Giggling, she jerks away and swats at me. Uh oh. I see the exact moment that serious thoughts start invading her head. Since she's never going to let it rest until she expresses it and I'm not going to rest until I've eased her concern so I take her hands and wait. If nothing else, the past few weeks have taught me the value of patience. Even if I don't do it very well or gracefully.

"I know you're not used to this kind of thing." She flushes and looked down for a moment. She's so adorable. "I want you to know that I really appreciate you hanging in there with me. It'll calm down soon, I promise."

"Robin. My father is upstairs not fifty yards away from us recovering from a life-saving that wouldn't have happened without your intervention. We're both busy doctors. Your father just came back from the dead. I can't believe I just said that." I shoot her a smile and push some loose strands of her hair behind her right ear. "I know I've been grumpy the past few weeks because we hardly get to spend time together, but I know that it's both of us who have some stuff to work out. And when we do we're really leaving town."

"That beach you invited me to?" She sighs and scoots closer to me on the couch.

"I don't think it'll matter where we are because I intend to spend every minute ravishing you." Overcome with my fantasy I leaned down and capture her lips in a heated kiss. With easy hands I lift her against me and pull her under me and press myself between her legs. Any blood that had been left in my head after the last couple of hours of constant arousal has now gone south and all I want is to be inside her. To be able to watch her face as she loses herself to me. I know I'm moaning her name like a mantra, but I can't find any of the finesse that I used to be famous for.

"Your father might hear us." Robin gasps out under me. As much as I resent her ability to conjure a coherent thought, I know she's right. I lean my forehead against hers and try to bring my raging hormones under control.

So, when Robin's hand slips into my sweats and wraps around me I arch and gasp in surprise. I look down at her and see the naughty gleam in her eye and I moan out my gratitude.

"You're going to have to be quiet," she warns me as she tightens her grip and pulls her hand up and slides it back down in long and back up again achingly slow strokes.

Sensation. That is all I am feeling. All I can think. I can't think. The only way that Robin can mute the sounds I am helpless but to make is with a frenzied kiss that goes on and on, my tongue thrusting into her mouth in time with the pulsing thrust of my hips. I'm not sure how long it takes before spasms are wracking my body and I'm coming hard. I see stars. When I'm done, I'm still not done. Minor quakes are still shaking my body and her hand is still teasing them out of me when I all but collapse on top of her.

"Oh my god, Robin." I gasp against her hair. I suck in oxygen and lift my head enough to plant my lips once again on her mouth. With my lips and tongue I taste of her and thank her for this gift she has given me tonight. I am swamped and not just with sexual satisfaction.

"I love you, Robin Scorpio," I moan into her mouth without thinking.

I feel her stiffen beneath me and I pull back and open my eyes. As I look into her passion-darkened eyes I suddenly realize what I have said. For the first time.