A/N: I was this close to killing off a mobster in this section, wrote half of it and then realized who the hell cares about them? Not me, not enough to write about 'em. Will have to save that for another fic. I think that all of us Scrubbies are getting impatient for some on-screen Scrubs-passion given the tone of stories lately.

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Meddling – Patrick 16
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"Robin Scorpio, welcome to the mile high club." I rumble into her neck as we lie entwined on the plane sofa.

"What makes you think I wasn't already a member?" Robin runs her hand down my back to clasp my bare ass. "I bet you already were."

Like I'm going to touch that last question with a ten foot pole, not when I want to be touching other things. To distract her I begin to nip on her ear.

Robin sighs and digs her nails lightly into my ass. "We're descending, we really need to get dressed." But I notice she doesn't move.

"You first." I press down on her slightly, eliciting a startled gasp.

"Do you really want me to dump your fine, naked ass on the floor?" she threatens.

"Like you could." Before the words are fully out of my mouth she's hooked a leg around mine, grabbed my shoulder and twisted her body, leveraging me right onto the floor. I stare up at her in shock. "Damn, Scorpio! You got moves." I gasp with laughter as she leans over the couch and looks down at me. "Want me to show you some of mine?" I unabashedly spread my legs and rub my burgeoning hard on. Spicy Scorpio is just to my taste.

"You're unbelievable!" she exclaims, but as she is just as unabashedly watching me stroke myself I'm not deterred.

"So we've established. Now how about you come down here and earn yourself a life membership in the club?" I lick my lips and grasp myself tighter, lengthening and slowing my strokes.

"You're going to be very embarrassed when we land and you're like that." She sits up and grabs her bra and begins putting it on, pretending to ignore me, but I see her watching me out of the corner of her eye.

"Robin," I moan and bring my hips into the action. "Touch me." She shakes her head, but then drops her legs in between mine and slowly, tauntingly, puts on her panties. "You know you want to." My words are punctuated with small gasps as her provocation and my own touch enflame me. I moan when she runs her toes up my leg and back down and begin whipping my hand up and down. In short order I'm coming again as if I hadn't just made love to her ten minutes before. Who needs Viagra when you're dating this woman? I lean back on my elbows and look at Robin. "Your loss."

She blushes and covers her face. I hear her mutter something about unbelievable and cocky. Before I can utter another crass word the plane banks and Robin gasps and looks around in panic. Still in her underwear she scrambles off the couch and gathers my clothes and urges me to put them on. Flustered and aroused she looks incredible I note as I lurch to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. Even more incredibly, I start to get hard again as I imagine all the things I'm going to do her when we get back to her place. It makes buttoning my jeans a bit, er, difficult.

Once we're both clothed and in our seats I take her hand and lean down to press a kiss to her head. "Promise me we'll take a vacation like this at least every six months," I murmur into her ear. She sighs contentedly and squeezes my hand. Before Robin I didn't like to take time off of work, now I'm happy with both work and vacation, because she's here with me.

I look out the window as we descend in to Port Charles. Then I turn and look back at Robin who's giving me a sweet smile and I realize that nothing is ending, every moment is a beginning.