Minor naughty rating.
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Meddling - Patrick 10
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I am a god.
I know, I know, why state the obvious? Anyone who didn't know it before definitely knows it after the surgery I just nailed! That girl was damn lucky that she had that accident when I was on duty. There is definitely going to be a feature article about me in the next Journal of Neurosurgery. In fact, the Association is sure to ask me to speak at the Summer conference about the novel complexities of that surgery. I'm going to have to whisk Robin away with me and make a vacation out of it. I hope it's somewhere tropical with minimal clothing required.
My feet are barely touching the ground as I walk into the scrub room and throw my gloves away. I pause and go for the dunk shot. He shoots he scores! I throw up my arms in a sign of victory. "Yes! And the crowd roars!"
"Must have been a good surgery," Dr. Watkins comments as he walks in to scrub for his surgery.
"Excellent, my man, excellent. Groundbreaking." I clap the older doctor on the back.
"You say that every surgery," he says as he unwraps a scrubber and turns on the sink with his foot.
"Ah, yes every surgery I perform is groundbreaking, but this one was particularly impressive." I rub my hands together and set the tone to tell him just why I'm a surgical god.
"You want to see impressive? You should have seen what Dr. Scorpio did today. I wish I had. Damn, I never knew Dr. Scorpio had such fire." Dr. Watkins shakes his head.
Say what? I frown at him. What kind of research could Robin do that showed how fiery only I know her to be? In fact, the only three times she ever shows passion is over a patient, over me and over…
"I heard she nailed that mafia princess right there at the nurse's station and the woman had to be taken away on a stretcher and admitted. I would have loved to have seen that! I'm so sick of how those mafioso strut around this hospital like it's their private infirmary."
"She did what?" My jaw drops. "To whom?"
"The woman who has those kids with that mob boss Corinthos, his ex-wife. I hope they don't go after Dr. Scorpio. Maybe Dr. Quatermaine should beef up security around here? You might want to watch your back too, Drake."
I ignore his warning and rush out to make sure that Robin is all right. I'm flying down the hall when I see Dr. Quartermaine standing outside his office talking to someone else. "Is she all right?" I demand, not caring that he's otherwise occupied.
"Slow down, Dr. Drake, before someone really does get hurt." Dr. Quatermaine pushes me into his office. "Dr. Scorpio is fine."
"What about Carly? I heard she was admitted with injuries?"
"She was admitted, but to the psychiatric unit under a twenty-four hour hold for observation. She's been deemed a danger to others and probably herself. No punches were thrown, though she tried."
"What the hell happened?" I let out a relieved sigh and run a hand through my hair. I know Robin would be kicking herself if she actually hurt someone, even Carly. She's still going to be upset, though. She can't stand losing control.
"The usual for Carly, she saw Robin and decided to bait her. Robin got her back up and answered in kind and Carly lost it."
"Those two." I shake my head. "Has it always been that way?" No one, Robin included, has given me the full story of what happened between Carly and Robin, but Dr. Quartermaine seems incensed enough about Carly that he might.
"It's been this way ever since Carly got her hooks in my sons and destroyed their lives and the lives of others, including Tony Jones, Bobbie and Robin."
"What happened?" I sit down on the couch.
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Dr. Quartermaine didn't disappoint me and as far as I could tell I got a pretty thorough recounting of Carly Corinthos' history in Port Charles as it related to his sons and Robin. Now, my skin is crawling at the very idea that I ever tried to sleep with that woman and my stomach is churning with disgust that ever used her to annoy Robin. I walk into the locker room, not only to wash up after my surgery, but because I actually feel dirty. I also need to get my head together before I see Robin.
As I stand under the spray, my arms up and my hands spread out on the tile in front of me as the spray cleanses my body, I can hardly believe Robin ever spoke to me again after that stupid kiss. I should have gotten a clue that day in the Metrocourt lobby, but my mind was more focused on seeing Robin so passionate and impressed that she gave as good as she got to really hear anything but Robin's HIV status. Looking at it now, the fact that Carly would have used that in a fight should have been enough for me to stay away from her. I was pissed off enough about it at the time, but later all I wanted was to get Robin's attention and I didn't think how my tactics would make her feel. I was such a dick.
I need to make this up to her. The first thing I can do is make sure that the woman never again gets close enough to Robin to even breathe her air. Then, I need to find some way to help Robin realize that she does and has always deserved better than how those scum treated her. It makes me sick that I saved the life of that hitman. If I had known how he had taken advantage of Robin's loyalty and her generous heart, of her grief and her heart, I would have let him die on the table. She would have been worth the only surgical failure of my career.
Hell, it wouldn't have been a failure at all.
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When I get to the lab I lean back against the door frame and watch her working at her computer. If I hadn't heard what had happened I wouldn't have known anything had happened at all. She has such amazing control, at least most of the time. It's kind of disturbing, actually, because it leaves me guessing a lot of the time as to whether she's upset about something; she's not the best communicator. I think I'm getting pretty good at anticipating her reactions, but after everything I've heard today I worry even more that I'm going to hurt her inadvertently in some way again and never know it.
"Hey, slugger."
She looks up and I feel a kick in my chest as her eyes light up and her lips curve at the sight of me. How could anyone not treasure her?
"I didn't hit her." Her droll tone makes me laugh as I saunter into the room, giving her the full display of my deliberately sexy walk. I plant my ass on the desk right next to her and lean in to get a bird's eye view down her blouse. As I do, I hear her sudden intake of breath. She so wants me, which is a good thing since I desperately want her too. This waiting is driving me insane.
I reach into my pocket and pull out the treat I've gotten her. I was so proud the first time I gave her an ice cream bar that I had sussed out the only flavor she liked. I especially loved the smile and that sexy squeal she made. Watching her eat it wasn't bad either.
"Have I ever told you how sexy you look in that coat?" My naughty little girlfriend asks with a purr in her voice as she leans back in her chair, deliberately causing her skirt to ride up and show more of her thighs. I knew the first time I met her that she had it in her to play in my league.
"I don't believe you have. Just for that, a reward." I hold the bag out and grin at the delight that lights up her face as she grabs it from me and lets out that squeal I love.
"My boyfriend is sexy and thoughtful, how'd I get so lucky?" she asks right before putting her luscious lips around the top and taking a bite. Then she closes her eyes and lets the ice cream melt on her tongue before swallowing. The look on her face is the same as the one that she has when I bring her to orgasm. I can't wait to be inside her and see that.
"You're killing me, Scorpio." I shift around trying to relieve the pressure in my pants. It's getting really warm in here.
"Oh, Patrick. Just four more days."
She actually licks her lips and bats her eyelashes at me. Enough is enough. "Three. Three more days!" I grab the arm rest of her chair and pull her until she's between my legs and then I bend down and cup her head and tilt her back so that I can finally taste her. Robin and chocolate is my new favorite flavor. Did I lock the door?
All of a sudden she pulls back. I open my eyes and blink. I'm about to ask her what'd she do that for when she lifts her hand and begins to lick dripping ice cream off her hand.
"I can't wait, Robin. Please don't make me wait." I'm pleading. I have no shame. I have no blood in my head, either.
"You can handle it big boy."
I mutter something I hope she can't hear, but then a feeling of deep satisfaction curls in my stomach. I'm so going to make her pay for teasing me like this. There are three more days until the appointed time. Three more days to drive her insane until she's the one pleading. "I have plans for you, Scorpio. Payback's a bitch." I point my finger at her and grin.
"I can't wait." Then she slowly slides her tongue around the ice cream bar in a blatantly lewd manner.
If that's how she wants to play it I am more than up to the task.