A/N: Now I'm ready for some happy Patrick and Robin. Just a short one. I can't believe I now have 2 stories. Oy.

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Meddling – Patrick 14
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She wants me. A lot.

I grin like a loon even though I'm picking up bits of eggs, bacon and broken plate off the floor. Even though the aforementioned girlfriend is looking at me like I'm crazy I can't stop grinning. I'm happy, so sue me. The fact that I've fallen in love with and committed myself to a woman who not only intellectual stimulates me and captivates me by her mere presence, but also has a, so far, insatiable lust for me makes my freaking night. Year. Decade.

I have to admit that I had certain assumptions that being in a relationship might limit my sexual expression. Okay, why am I being polite in my own head? I was worried that if I committed myself to one woman I wouldn't get laid enough; which in turn might cause me to be cranky and dissatisfied and do something stupid. Not cheat, because I would never do that, but look a little too hard elsewhere, pick fights? I was especially worried about Robin in this regard given what I perceived to be a certain sexual reticence on her part. Even the loosest women I've been involved with have had trouble keeping up with. But apparently once Robin is able to love and trust her partner…look out. Nympho!

I let out a triumphant laugh as I toss the trash away.

"You're so unbelievable." Robin shakes her head and goes to the closet to grab a broom.

"No, honey, you're the one who's unbelievable!" I shout after her. "Four times so far!"

"Are you going to count the entire week?" Robin looks like she doesn't know whether to laugh or groan. I've always found that expression on her face to be sexy.

"I brought fifty condoms, we have to keep track so we don't run out at a bad moment." I mentally congratulate myself for picking up that extra, hopeful box this afternoon.

"I brought twenty-five." Robin blushes and kicks the dust shovel across the floor at me. "Fifty." I hear her mumble under her breath.

"So, if we did if four times since we got here, what, two and half hours ago, and we have six more days here.."

"Do you have to do the math? Are you going to make a schedule too?" Robin covers her eyes as I grab the broom.

"Oh, did you want to make the schedule? I know how you like to organize things."

"This is seriously not a turn on, Patrick." She tightens the belt on her robe, but I can tell she's lying so I just plant a kiss on her head before I put the broom and dust shovel away.

"Are you still hungry?" she asks. "For food."

"I'll be good until morning," I say and wrap my arms around her. "I'm glad we're here."

"I think we established that, already."

"Not just for that, but alone together. Just you and me. No interruptions. I enjoy spending time with you."

"Well, we'll know one way or another. And if we annoy each other we can always just have sex." She shrugs and puts her arms around my waist.

"That's supposed to be my line." I push the hair off her forehead and tilt her face towards mine. "Are you still worried?"

She looks at me, assessing. "No. I actually like you, Drake."

"Good thing, because your stuck with me. Now, how about we go back to bed?"