Happy Valentine's Day - Glad you're enjoying this story! We are too. Athena & Jackie
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Chapter 9
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She felt like she was on a cloud. Warm and safe. A smile widened across her face as she burrowed closer to the warmth. Her eyes flew open as she realized that this was no dream or near death experience, the warmth behind her, surrounding her, was a person. Her mouth dropped open as the events of the night before came back to her and illuminated the current situation.
She was in bed with Patrick Drake.
She closed her eyes in mortification as she realized it was an aroused Patrick Drake.
Her face burned hotly as she fervently hoped he was still sleeping.
Very slowly she disengaged his arm from around her waist and slid forward to the edge of the bed. It was a near thing but she managed to upright herself before falling in a heap on the floor at the end of the bed. She turned and saw that Patrick was indeed still asleep and was burrowing himself deeper into the pillow she had just vacated.
She quietly blew out the breath she had been holding, relieved at having disentangled herself, but she didn't rush off. She smoothed down the edge of her white tank as she studied him. Who was this man who had tried to throw her out of the hospital, who had cared for her when she was delirious, who had put her to bed last night and stood panicked in the middle of the night at her bedside?
Her heart beat furiously in her chest and tears threatened to prick her eyes as she tried to turn back the clock and think of the pig doctor she had found dawdling in the OR, the man who ran around with Carly and every other easily available woman in Port Charles. The man, she bit her lip, who had shown up at her door with a bottle of wine and an apology. Robin closed her eyes against the panic rising in her chest. With shaky movements she forced herself to stop watching him, forced herself to stop noticing how gorgeous and innocent he looked tucked into her bed. Forced herself to not crawl right back in and find out what might happen.
She took a shaky breath as she remembered that she hadn't slept that closely with someone since Stone. With both Simon and Jason there had been an invisible line in the bed between them when they were asleep. Goose bumps broke out over her arms and she dragged herself to the bathroom.
Robin scrubbed her face and dried it with a towel and pulled on her long, pink robe and went downstairs to the kitchen to take her meds. Some required an empty stomach, some required food – crackers usually did the trick. She started a large pot of coffee while she went through her morning routine and listened closely for stirrings above.
Her stomach was still aflutter, but this morning she knew it wasn't a side effect of her meds, but rather from wondering what she was supposed to say to Patrick this morning? Stop being an unrepentant womanizer and always sleep in my bed? Pretend it never happened? Or the old stand by and be pissed off at him?
The noise when it came was not from where it was expected. Robin had just put a carton of eggs down on the counter to begin making pancakes – it seemed like a comfort food morning – when the front doorbell rang. Wondering how in the world she could be facing anyone without a bracing cup of café au lait Robin walked through the dining room to the front door. She peeked through the side window and groaned.
"Simon," she said flatly as she opened the front door, forestalling his ringing the bell again and probably waking her houseguest.
"Cheers, Robin. How are you feeling today, yeah?" Simon smiled brightly at her, though beneath the veneer she could see his wariness and concern. "Can I come in?"
"It's not a good time."
"I just came to see how you were doing and if you were back on the regimen, if there were any new side effects this time…"
"You're not my doctor, Simon."
"But I am your husband and I am an expert on…"
"Are you really? Because I'm not so sure what about you is true and what's a lie. Nor do I care to find out right now."
"I'm not going anywhere, Robin. You will have to deal with me."
"See that's what you were supposed to do when we got married. I'd say…"
"You were a day late and a dollar short."
Robin froze at the sound of Patrick's voice. Her hand still on the front door barring Simon's entrance she turned around to see Patrick sauntering down the stairs clad only in a towel around his waist, his hair wet and dripping down his completely mesmerizing chest. Robin couldn't help ogling him, though she flushed when she saw that he hadn't missed her study.
Patrick came the rest of the way down the stairs and put his hand on Robin's neck. "Robin and I are rather busy this morning and I have her needs, medical or otherwise, taken care of, mate."
Robin was having a tough time not shivering under Patrick's moist touch and not laughing out loud at Simon's disgusted expression.
"So why don't you call Robin and set up an appointment with her to get your divorce taken care of and leave us to our morning, ummmm, coffee." Patrick smiled suggestively at Robin.
"I'm not going to give you a divorce!"
Robin opened her mouth to speak, but Patrick took matters into his own hands. Or rather the front door which he slammed in the face of the blond Englishman.
"I can't believe you did that!" Robin's eyes were wide and her jaw was dropping in shock.
"Can't you just laugh?" Patrick crossed his arms and looked down at her.
Robin covered her mouth and nodded. "The look on his face." She closed her eyes and began to laugh. Patrick smiled at her mirth, enjoying the rare look on her.
Robin was wiping tears from under her eyes by the time she stopped laughing. She blinked a few times as she realized that Patrick was still leaning over her, clad only in a towel. She bit her lip as she watched a droplet of water sliding down his chest. She unconsciously followed it with her eyes until it hit his towel, which was riding dangerously low on his hips. She looked up to see amusement and unmistakable desire in Patrick's brown eyes. She was frozen in place as he ran his fingers over her neck and up her cheek and into her hair.
He's going to kiss me! Robin thought, shocked and undeniably eager.
A lazy grin lit up Patrick's face as he saw her acquiescence and he leaned closer to touch their lips together.
He's naked, was her next disjointed thought as she felt his breath on her lips.
Unable to hold back she put her hands on his shoulders and licked her lips and closed her eyes.
His lips gently brushed against hers, back and forth, the soft touch sending sparkles of sensations through her entire body.
I'm going to melt. She leaned in and up…
And then the doorbell rang.
Patrick cursed under his breath as Robin opened her eyes and jumped back.
"If it's Surfer Boy I'm kicking his ass," Patrick swore and turned and pulled the door open, a murderous look on his face only to come face to face with an amused Anna Devane.
"Good morning, Anna." Patrick nimbly shifted his mood and graced her with a welcoming smile, even as he grasped his towel and made sure it stayed closed. "There's coffee in the kitchen. I'm going to go take a real shower."
He gave Robin a heated look, then a wink and loped back upstairs. Robin automatically turned and watched him until he disappeared down the hall.
Anna looked at her daughter with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "He seems quite at home here." She closed the front door and watched her daughter blush and squirm.
