A/N: Thanks for the great comments, glad you're enjoying the vacation as much as Patrick and Robin have so far. I'm feeling more in the mood for angst than happy couple stuff, so I hope this isn't too boring. Thought it was probably something that Patrick and Robin actually need to address.

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Meddling – Robin 14
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Je n'sais quoi

There's just something about that area of a man's hips when he has well-defined stomach muscles. Watching Patrick at the stove finishing up the meal that I started, I seriously want to run my tongue over this area of his body. I wonder if that that would surprise him?

There's also definitely something about a lithe, strong man clothed only in jeans. Growl. Even his bare feet are sexy. In short, there is not one single inch of Patrick Drake that I don't want to run my tongue over again.

This is quite startling to me because it's only been about fifteen minutes since we last made love. I can honestly say that I've never felt this much lust for a man before. I'm beginning to think that a week isn't long enough.

I'm leaning back against the counter in the short, black silk robe that Patrick handed to me when he came back into the house. There's probably a bunch of other things I could be doing – setting the table or unpacking our bags – but I find that all I want to do is study this incredible man finishing our bacon and eggs.

"Like what you see?" he asks, his back still turned towards me.

I smile and continue my mental drooling. Who is Patrick Drake? Top neurosurgeon, the son of a legend and a legend in the making himself – though he would say he already is. He is, as he once told me, educated, intelligent, a good conversationalist and cultured. He is also cocky, arrogant, irrepressible, irritating, often abrasive and confident. But then he's also sexy, humorous, caring and thoughtful. He makes me feel alive just by being in the same room with me. He is, in short, the man I love and cannot get enough of, in and out of bed.

"Hope you're hungry," Patrick says as he adds some potatoes to the mixture. Oh definitely.

As I stalk over to him, I briefly wonder if I'm unnerving the man with nerves of steel. I like the idea, I admit as I put my hands on his waist and slide my fingers over the spot I have been quietly contemplating for the past five minutes. "Robin," he groans my name. That's me, I think as I slip my small fingers into the gap between his waist and jeans and wrap my hand around his growing arousal. "Robin," he moans again and surges into my hand. "I'm going to burn…" he trails off when I run my tongue in light circles on his back.

"Turn it off," I order as I use my other hand to open the buttons of his fly one by one.

"Robin, what are you doing?" He puts his hands over mine and stills my actions.

"I would think you of all people would know that." I grin against his back.

"You don't have to do this," he says softly and turns around and cups my face.

"What?" I look up at him like he's sprouted wings.

"You don't have to try to…do all this just to please me." The man actually blushes.

I'm not sure whether to be mortified, amused or insulted. "Was I doing it wrong?" I settle for a mix of all three and pull out of his hold.

We stand there and stare at each other. I'm waiting for some kind of sense to Patrick stopping me from seducing him and Patrick looks like he's searching for the same thing. A fact which settles my blood some. Was I not just wondering if Patrick would be surprised by how quickly and how much I want him again? I can't very well fault him if he actually is.

"The food is burning. I'll go get some plates." I step back, sweep my eyes over him standing there still full and aroused and confused and shoot him a smirk. "Go on, finish." I dart my eyes below his waist again and then back up to his eyes. "Cooking."

Five minutes later we're sitting at the kitchen table digging into slightly burnt bacon and eggs. Every so often I feel him glance up from his plate and stare at me. Halfway through his dish, Patrick drops his fork on the table.

"I was trying to be thoughtful."

I look up at him, trying not to laugh at the affronted tone. "If you don't finish that it's going to get cold," I say and calmly continue eating.

"Robin!"

At his pissed off tone, I sigh and put my fork down, lean back in my chair and look at him. "You have something you want to say?" I fold my hands in my lap and let my eyes linger obviously on his sexy, still naked torso sitting just around the corner of the table from me.

"I know I've given you the impression that I have a very large sexual appetite, but I want you to know that I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with because you think I expect it or need it." I can tell that he's given this a lot of thought and thinks he's being very reasonable. It's pretty sweet actually.

"How many times did we make love tonight, Patrick?" Rather than just coming out and telling him that he has nothing to worry about, I figure that live illustrations might just be a quicker way to convince him.

"I'm sorry, Robin. I didn't stop to think …"

"Patrick!" I hold up the palm of my hand. "Did you get the impression at any time tonight that I was not a full participant in our activities or that at any point I felt pressured?"

He thinks and then shakes his head.

"Have you ever known me to do anything I don't want to do?"

He looks at me hard and then begins to grin. He shakes his head again.

Now that the light is starting to come on over there I allow myself to have a little fun. "Have you not told me too many times to count how sexy and desirable you are?" I roll my eyes at his nod. "And how much I wanted you? Is it not possible that you were actually right and that you have gotten really, really lucky and chosen a girlfriend who might have as insatiable an appetite as you?"

"I don't know. Have I?" He leans forward and licks his bottom lip and grins at me. His dimple makes me melt.

"I think, Dr. Drake that you might just have gotten that lucky." I grin back at him.

"I knew you were peeking at me that first time you burst into the OR." He reaches over and grabs my hand and begins to stroke it and gives me a heart-stopping look.

"Peeking? You stood there right in front of me showing off your wares." I snort.

"You wanted me," he singsongs and tugs on my hand.

"No, Patrick, I want you right now." At my words all teasing leaves his eyes and he licks his lips again. I see him studying me, contemplating. Then in a rush he brushes his dish off the table and looks at me, challenging.

With a happy grin I knock my setting off the table as well and stand up and open my robe and let it drop to the floor. I stand there, feeling the breeze, but also the heat of his eyes as he looks me over. "Right now, Patrick," I repeat and walk over and straddle him. "Do you think you can keep up?"

"I think, Dr. Scorpio that I just might be able to." He stands up and lowers us on to the table and dives in.