A/N: Yes. Finally. No children please.

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Meddling – Patrick 13
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"I still say we should have christened the plane."

We're on our way from the airport in Hyannis to the beach house and I'm being deliberately annoying because I can feel Robin getting more tense as we get closer to our destination.

"I'm not having this conversation with you again." Robin rolls her eyes and looks out the window on her side of the car.

Good, that way she can't see my unrepentant grin. I'm gorgeous, but I'm not stupid.

"I'm sure the stewardess wouldn't have minded."

"Flight attendant! You really do enjoy annoying me, don't you?" She whips her head around to glare at me.

"If I think you need it." I shrug and smile even wider.

I know I allayed most of Robin's fears back at her apartment, but I know she's still worrying about how we'll come out of this week together. I, on the other hand, have no worries at all. It's ironic, but fitting, that the very things that are making Robin worry tell me that it's going to work out very well. This very situation is a prime example.

Imagine what it would be like if Robin was here with another worrier like herself? Exactly, they wouldn't be here at all. Now, imagine I was coming here for a week with some woman just as overconfident and unconcerned as I am? We'd probably end up bored of each other before the week was over – that is exactly why I never went away with a woman for more than a long weekend. I can honestly say that Robin has never ever bored me, not even when she's sleeping.

I know it surprises people that I'm not at all freaked about spending a week alone with a woman given my track record, but they're missing a very obvious point - I know what pleasures me and I go out of my way to set things up for maximum pleasure. Being with Robin pleasures me. It's that simple like me and sensible like Robin. Ain't that beautiful?

"Need it? You think I ever actually need to be irritated?" She crosses her arms.

"Fire to melt some of that ice, remember?" Before she can answer I announce that we've arrived and turn into a hidden driveway and press a button on the key chain dangling from the ignition to open the gate.

"Robin you're not about to face a firing squad. Though having met your father I imagine you would find that easier to deal with." I hold my hand out in the dark car.

"I'm not nervous." Despite her denial I hear her take a deep breath before she slides her hand into mine. I place our entwined hands on my thigh as I drive down the driveway to the house.

"It's lovely, Patrick." She turns back to me, her eyes showing her pleasure at the big wooden beach house. I could tell her the history and facts about the property, but I don't care about the house, not today. I turn off the car and press a kiss to her hand and turn to face her.

"Ready?" I smile and make sure to catch her eye. Once she's facing me I caress my hand down her cheek. "We're finally alone." I lick and bite my lip, watching in delight as he eyes drop to my lips and back up again. "I love you, Robin."

She takes another deep breath. "I love you, Patrick." This time it's her who squeezes our entwined hands. "I'm ready."

I lean forward to take just a taste before I have to let her go. Robin has other plans. With her free hand she slides her fingers into my hair and opens her mouth under mine and slides her tongue over mine. As I sink under her spell I have a brief flash back to our first voluntary date when I lectured her on kissing techniques and identify this one as a kiss of sexual attraction. Hot, deep and hard, but slow and sensual at the same time. Our lips are soft and sliding over each other even as we delve and move together. I'm drowning from this kiss.

I drop her hand and cup the back of her head with both of my hands and press her back into her seat. I'm not even aware that I'm climbing over the gear shift towards her until I feel her hand pushing into my chest. After a couple of shoves I pry my lips from hers. Panting I tell her, "Inside now."

Oh thank god she doesn't panic or argue with me.

I scramble out of the car, grabbing the keys out of the ignition and rush to her side of the car. She's already out so I grab her hand and laughing we rush up the steps together. I open the door and slam it close, pressing her up against the door with my body.

"No more interruptions." It's an order and a plea.

"None." She pushes my leather jacket off my shoulders and I let it drop to the floor. Then things speed up and we begin pulling and shoving at each other's clothes, all the while diving into to each other for more kisses and touches.

"Wait, wait." I pull back and look at her. She takes my breath away. Her lips are wet and swollen from our kisses, her eyes wide and dark with desire. She's still in her black bra and panties, her hair mussed like she's already been ravished. It makes me want her more. I didn't think that was possible. I brace my hands on the door on either side of her head and lean in. "Bedroom. I'm taking you to the bedroom."

She nods and jumps up and wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

Laughing, I catch her and try to keep my balance. I almost trip over my t-shirt and she laughs again into my neck. As I turn and head up the stairs right behind us she's already sliding her tongue over the shell of my ear. The touch goes right to my groin.

We burst into the master bedroom and I put one knee on the bed and lay her down on her back and settle myself between her legs. The next while is a haze of sliding fingers, tongues and our remaining clothes flying off the bed. The only sound thought I have is to grab the condoms I had slipped into the front pocket of my jeans when she went to the bathroom on the plane and slide them under one of the pillows.

My next clear awareness is of her naked above me. It's clear she's just as surprised by where and how we've ended up. We stop groping and grin at each other.

"The phone isn't ringing, Dr. Drake."

"There's no one at the door, Dr. Scorpio."

"No father in the next room."

"No father with a gun anywhere in this state, I hope." I cup the breast I've already thoroughly given my ardent attentions to.

"Then." She stops and reaches behind my head and pulls out a condom and waves it in front of my face.

I have to say this is a novel experience, all this laughter and teasing in bed. The fact that it's not decreasing one bit the ache I have to bury myself inside her is the first thing to surprise me about all this.

"Will my lady?" I ask and bite my lip and then laugh as she bounces – bounces! – on top of me and opens the condom packet. Charmed, I watch and see what she's going to do. I gasp as she get right to work sliding it over my throbbing erection. Then she leans forward and puts her hands on either side of my head and before I can say or do anything she's easing her hot, tightness over me.

I moan, trying not to surge into her. I stare into her beautiful, glowing eyes as she settles over me. She's so tight. My hands are gripping her waist. "I'm afraid, Scorpio, that this is going to be very, embarrassingly quick." At my words she closes her eyes and explodes around me. I surge up and deeper into her and do the same.

Mere minutes later we're wrapped in each other's arms and shaking with the force of our release. She moves off of me and curls up against my side. I find some tissues and carefully discard the used condom.

We lie there silently for a while. I'm not sure if I should actually be mortified or apologize because it's clear that she got pleasure. I feel like I'm fourteen again. So much for impressing her with my manly technique and experience.

"I was afraid of this."

"Of what?" I turn to look at her. She glows in the moonlight coming in from the window behind the bed. Her beauty takes my breath away.

"That the real reason you never stuck around with one woman is because you suck in bed."

My eyes widen and I'm about to defend myself when I see the amusement dancing in her eyes. "Oh, so that was that panic was about back at your place." I tickle her at her waist and pull her back on top of me. "It's your fault, you know. I haven't been celibate this long since I was a teenager."

"So you were backed up." She giggles into my neck.

"Well. I figured we might as well get that first one out of the way." I trace my fingertips over her naked body, loving it when she shivers and shifts against me. "Then I could take my time ravishing you for the rest of the night."

"Yeah?" She moves so that her lips are hovering over mine. "Are you iup/i for that?"

I take her hand and wrap it around the proof that indeed I am. I moan as she caresses me.

"Are you up for it?" I cup her face.

"Definitely."

I roll over and pull her underneath me. This time, I'm in charge.

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"Our stuff is still outside." She tells me, rather unnecessarily since we're walking down the stairs naked except for scavenged linens.

I bend over and pick up my jeans and leather jacket and put them on. "I'll go get the bags while you find us some sustenance. I had the kitchen stocked suspecting that we might not get out to go shopping. But before you go…" In a lightening move I grab her around the waist and pull her to me for a heated kiss.

She melts into me, letting the sheet drop to the floor.

"I need food, Robin," I groan into her neck at the sight of her deliberate provocation.

"Did I wear you out?" She rubs herself against me seductively.

"Three times, already. You're going to be sore and I'm going to pass out from hunger." I bite my lip and grin down at her. Good thing I bought that extra box of condoms today.

"You're crude!" She pushes me by the shoulder and pulls out of my embrace and begins walking to the kitchen, still naked. "Would you get my robe out of my suitcase?"

"I wasn't planning to get you any clothes!" I call out and stand there watching her until she disappears through the dining room. Then I look around for the keys to the car.