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Meddling - Patrick 19
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I watch her sleep and I'm reminded of the snarky comments I made the first time we met. I threw them at her partly in annoyance at the interruption and partly to take her measure. I have to admit, at least to myself, that a woman who could storm into my OR and not even blink while I'm plying my magic on a pretty nurse intrigued the hell out of me. She was beautiful, fiery and as small as a child; something I assumed was a bit of a sore point for her and I used it to get a rise out of her. She was so adorable when she growled back at me.

She looks like a child now - small, innocent and in need of protection. She'd kick my ass if I told her that, though. Or throw a knife at me, she showed me her knife throwing skills when we were in Cape Cod. Being the daughter of super-spies she has skills that I definitely would not have believed. She also claims to be an expert markswoman. I told her I'd take her word on that. Neither of us needs guns to make their way into our relationship. She's had enough of that and I don't want it.

Another thing about Robin when she's sleeping is that she's incredibly beautiful. When she's awake I rarely get the opportunity to just look at her. She's either too busy doing something or she gets flustered. So different from me, I chuckle softly and lay my head gently down on her pillow. If you ask, heck even if you don't, I'll gladly stand still and let you lay eyes on me. There's no blush or squirm of modesty from me. I'm beautiful and I know it. But not Robin, she has no idea of her own beauty.

But then, she's not just beautiful on the outside and maybe that's what makes the difference? She's truly beautiful on the inside too. I wonder if that's the quality about her that induced my father to follow her to Port Charles. I wonder if he saw some echo of my mother in Robin. I know I do. I reach out and gently push back some stray hairs are blocking my view.

I can't believe she came to me last night. I was going to wallow in my anger and hide out from her until I felt more worthy, more in control. I was, in effect, pushing her away. But my girl would have none of that. She's at my door ready to face me down and one look at her I knew I would let her. That I needed her. I'm astounded by how much I need her.

"You're watching me."

I grin at her sleepy voice. "Maybe."

"Definitely." She opens her beautiful brown eyes and blushes when she finds her staring.

"That's because you're so beautiful."

"You're just saying that because you're arrogant and you couldn't have a plain girlfriend."

"Robin…" I laugh heartily and press my forehead against hers. "You are insanely attracted to my arrogance."

"Could be." She slips her arms around my neck and burrows against me. I rub my hand down her back and indulge both of us in a heated morning kiss.

"Thanks for coming over last night."

She just smiles and toys with the hair at the nape of my neck.

"So we both have off this weekend and I was thinking."

"Uh oh."

I pretend to glare at her for the mocking interruption. "I want to take you to the races at Watkins Glen. There's a pretty big race."

"Do you miss it?" she asks. I told her one day while we were lazing on the beach about my aspirations of being a race car driver and how I gave it up when I decided I was going to be a surgeon instead. She told me that she thought that was extremely hot.

"Sometimes," I say now as I say then. "But I don't regret my choice. I was born to be a surgeon." As Robin said, better class of bootie as a surgeon than as a race car driver. My girlfriend knows me well.

"You were," she agrees. "Will you go to the ballet with me?" She told me that she had once wanted to be a ballerina. I could easily picture that.

"I told you once I was cultured." I know I don't sound particularly thrilled.

"Ah, you don't have to. Maxie will got with me."

"Oh good!" I nibble on her ear.

"We have to get to work." She sighs into my ministrations.

We do, have to get up for work soon. And she has to go take her morning meds. But a few more moments of bliss before we start the day won't hurt anything. I roll over and look down at her, challenging. She wraps her legs around my waist in answer.