Title: Sweet Temptation

Author : Steph
Rating : PG
Pairing : Robin/Patrick
Category : Romance/Humor/Drama

Disclaimer : I do this out of a love for this couple. No infringement is intended.
Spoilers : Just that Gwen stuff.

Summary : After deciding to have a purely professional relationship, Robin and Patrick attend a medical conference together in Miami.

Note #1 : Thanks for the great feedback on the second part of Out of Sight, Never Out of Mind. I really appreciate it. So the one-shot girl is doing another one that's more than a one-shot. It should be about 3 parts. It's finished, but I always end up tinkering, so if it gets longer and flows better than it will become 4 parts.

Note #2: This takes place following the Gwen thing. In this fic, Patrick has apologized for how he handled the Gwen thing and was less of an ass following it. Oh and pretend the auction never happened.

So hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you thought. Thanks! -Steph

--- Sweet Temptation: Part 1/3 ---

Patrick hovered near Robin, leaning over her shoulder to get a peak at what she was doing.

Robin sighed and rolled her eyes. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

"I'm busy."

"I see that. It looks like you're making notes in your weekly planner. Lots of hot dates scheduled?"

Robin offered him a toothless smile. "I think that would fall under the category of 'none of your business'."

Patrick placed a hand to his heart, feigning hurt. "Ouch." He recovered quickly and pointed at the book. "So, what day did you put me down for? Friday? Saturday? Friday into Saturday?"

Robin looked down at her planner and squinted. Then she looked back up at him and smiled. "I'm not sure. What day is hell expected to freeze over?"

Patrick chuckled. "Funny. Very funny. Are you still mad about the Gwen thing? Because I said I was sorry about that."

Robin shook her head. "I'm not mad."

"You seem mad."

"Well, I'm not."

He put one hand on the counter, the other on his hip, and leaned closer to her. "Your mouth's saying you're not mad, but that vein bulging out of your forehead is saying something else entirely."

"For the last time, I'm not mad about the Gwen thing."

"I apologized for that whole thing...like a million times."

"Yes, you did."

"So, if you're not mad then why am I back to square one with you? A week ago, you were all over me saying how much you wanted me, you were daring me to be emotionally intimate, and now you won't give me the time of day again."

Robin looked up at him. "I was angry with you, but then I realized I got what I deserved. I know what you're like. I should have expected as much from you."

Patrick's brow furrowed. "And that means what for us?"

"That means there will never be an 'us'. In any sense."

Patrick shook his head. "But you just said you're not angry with me anymore."

"I'm not. But we could never work, Patrick. You're too afraid to feel anything real for a woman. Because of that, you keep using your horndog routine to push me away. Well, I'm done letting myself be sucked in by it."

Patrick nodded and placed his hands on his hips. "So you're writing me off."

"It never would have worked. I think our clumsy and failed attempts at trying have proven that."

Patrick sighed. "Well, I can see there's no point in arguing with you. You seem to have made up your mind."

"I have."

"So I guess it's probably best if we keep our distance then. Keep it strictly professional. Try to avoid each other, except when absolutely necessary."

Robin nodded reluctantly. "That would probably be for the best."

Patrick smiled. "Because God knows that no matter how much you try to resist me and push me away, as soon as you're in my presence you can't really quite do it. I guess it's just easier for you to stay away from me. No temptation."

Robin's brow creased. "I can resist you just fine, Dr. Drake. I have two things you do not. They're called self-control and willpower."

"What are those? Superheroes?"

Robin smiled. "Why am I not surprised you have no idea what they are?"

"Actually, I think I read about them somewhere. If I remember correctly, they were highly overrated."

"They've served me well."

"So you're saying we could spend day after day alone together and you'd be just fine."

"Yup," Robin said, forcing herself to meet his eyes.

Patrick smiled. "Well, that's good to know since we'll be spending day after day alone together."

Robin's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, you don't know?" Patrick asked and then tapped his finger on an entry in her planner. "We're both attending that medical conference next week."

Robin's eyes widened. "Excuse me? Why are you attending that conference?"

"Well, I am a neurosurgeon and brain conditions are the focus, so..."

"No, the focus is treating brain conditions with medication, as an alternative to surgery."

"True, but I need to know everything I can about your fancy meds if I want to convince my patients that surgery is their best option."

Robin shook her head. "You're unbelievable. You don't care about this conference. You probably won't even attend any of the lectures. You're only going to annoy me and so you can have a few days off."

"Well, it is in Miami. Bring your bathing suit, sweetheart," he replied with a grin.

Robin gritted her teeth together, as she watched him go.

---

Robin rolled her eyes as Patrick took his seat next to her in First Class.

"Never fails. I always get stuck with an annoying flying companion," she said with a grin.

Patrick smiled. "Good morning to you, too."

"Let's make a deal. We don't speak. At all. We don't attend any of the same lectures. We don't see each other again until we are forced to share the same recycled air."

"But then we really wouldn't be spending day after day alone together, now would we?"

"Exactly."

"Well, what's the fun in that?"

"There is no fun. This is work, Patrick. I don't need you as a distraction."

He smiled. "See, I knew you couldn't resist me."

"I can. That's not what this is about. I am going down there to work, not listen to you."

"Okay, so this will be it then. I won't say another word. We won't see each other again until three days from now."

Robin smiled. "Good. Thank you."

"Anytime."

---

Robin tried to focus on reading her medical journals, but was having trouble concentrating. Patrick had taken up talking to the woman across the aisle. Lola was blonde, beautiful, 21 years old, and a fire dancer. Yes, fire dancer.

The fire dancer got up to go to the bathroom and Patrick leaned back in his seat, a self-satisfied smile spread across his lips.

Robin glanced over at him and rolled her eyes. She had to bite her lip to keep from saying anything. She was barely making it until Patrick started humming 'Whatever Lola Wants' from 'Damn Yankees'.

Robin slammed the journal shut and glared at him. "Do you mind?"

"I'm sorry, did quiet time end and no one tell me?"

"Oh, but you haven't been quiet. You've been talking to Lola, the fire dancer, for an hour."

"She's a fascinating woman. Did you know she can balance a torch on her belly button?"

"Wow, her parents must be so proud."

"I'm sure they are."

"Okay, well, could you maybe stop humming and keep your voice down just a little? I'm trying to catch up on my journal reading."

"Yeah, I noticed. Bo-ring."

"You know, it wouldn't kill you to read some of these articles about treating brain conditions with medication instead of surgery. That way, you might be a little more prepared for the conference."

"Oh, I'm prepared," he said flashing her a grin.

"Really? I didn't realize the fire dancer had anything to say in that area."

"Patty, I'm back," Lola sang, as she touched his shoulder and sat back down. "Did you miss me?"

Patrick turned back to look at her and smiled. "You have no idea."

Robin made a gagging motion with her finger in her mouth.

Lola's eyes widened at Robin. "Oh, Patty, you're a doctor, right? I think there's something wrong with that woman sitting next to you."

Patrick looked over at Robin, who was now wearing a horrified expression, having not realized Lola saw her gesture.

"Yes, there is something wrong with her. But, sadly, she cannot be helped. As of yet, there is no cure for Stickupyourbuttitis."

Robin threw him a glare and dug her fingernails into the armrests of her seat.

Lola shook her head sympathetically. "That's so sad."

Patrick and Lola chatted some more, mostly about the various things she could do with her body and fire. Robin tried in vain to concentrate on her reading. She sighed in relief when Patrick got up to use the bathroom. Unfortunately, a moment later, she realized she also needed to use the facilities. With a heavy sigh, she stood up and walked down the aisle. First Class had two bathrooms. She saw that the first said 'occupied' and figured Patrick must be in that one. She looked at the other and saw that it said 'unoccupied'. She pulled on the handle and threw the door open, shocked to find Patrick staring back at her, his hand poised to open the door.

"I...oh-..." she began, before turbulence forced the plane to jerk to the left.

Robin went flying forward and slammed right into Patrick's chest, the door slamming shut behind her. She felt a blush creep into her cheeks at their close proximity.

He grinned. "If you wanted to join the Mile High Club all you had to do was ask."

"I...I'm sorry. It said unoccupied, so I figured it was...unoccupied."

"I guess I forgot to lock it."

Robin nodded, as she struggled to turn around in the small space. She brought her hand up and pushed on the handle, but it wouldn't budge.

"It's stuck."

"Let me try."

Patrick reached around, his hand brushing against her hip and sending shivers up and down her body.

He pushed on it hard, but it wouldn't budge.

"Great, I guess we're stuck," she said.

"What's so bad about that?" he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her skin.

Robin closed her eyes, the feeling of his hot breath on her skin making her toes curl.

She then shook her head. "Don't you want to return to your stimulating conversation with Lola? I mean, who knew you could do so much with fire?"

"Sounds like somebody's jealous."

"Of Lola? Are you kidding? I've met three year olds sharper than her."

"Yes, because it is her intellect that interests me."

Robin rolled her eyes. "Of course, what was I thinking?" She then sighed, "Let's get out of here."

She brought her fists up to the door and began banging on it. A moment later, the door flew open.

Lola stared at Robin and Patrick with wide eyes.

"You'd been in there so long I thought I should come and check on you."

Patrick's mouth hung open and Robin's face grew a darker shade of red.

Lola's nostrils flared. "I guess now I know what was keeping you...or should I say who! I mean, whom!"

Patrick shook his head. "Actually, you were right the first time."

"Don't correct my grammar!" she yelled, pointing a shaking finger at him.

He managed to hold his hands up in defeat, as Robin bit her lip to keep from laughing.

"I wasn't. I'm sorry."

Robin hesitantly took a step forward and sidestepped Lola. Patrick tried to do the same, but Lola pushed him inside and slammed the door shut. She then pressed her body up against the door. She smiled as a flight attendant walked down the aisle.

"Excuse me, I was just walking by and I heard this man making...inappropriate sounds...in the bathroom. I think he's...you know...relieving some tension. I just thought you should know. There are children around."

The flight attendant nodded. "Thank you." Lola smiled and returned to her seat.

The flight attendant knocked on the door. "Sir, please come out. I've received a complaint about inappropriate behavior."

Patrick slowly opened the door and smiled sheepishly at the flight attendant.

"This is all just a big misunderstanding."

"Please return to your seat immediately, sir."

Patrick nodded. Head bowed, he walked down the aisle, eliciting the stares of all the passengers in First Class. He slipped into his seat. Lola was glaring at him and Robin was trying to keep from laughing.

"What exactly were you doing in there, Dr. Drake?"

Patrick grinned. "I could ask the same of you, Dr. Scorpio."

"I think you're lucky that Lola doesn't have her torches with her or you'd be nothing but ash by now."

Patrick chuckled. "I think you're right. I'm getting a kind of 'Fatal Attraction' vibe from her."

Robin laughed. "I guess it's better to find out now, rather than the first time she cooks for you and it's a boiled pet rabbit."

Patrick nodded, as he stifled a laugh.

---

"All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet. $9.95. Not bad," Patrick said, as they entered the hotel lobby and passed the restaurant.

Robin rolled her eyes. She'd just become acquainted with an annoying habit of his. He read every sign he saw out loud. In the taxi on the way to the hotel, he read street signs, store marquees, billboards...everything. Robin couldn't take it anymore.

"What happened to our deal? Remember? No talking, no contact? First, you insist on sharing a taxi and then you won't shut up the entire time."

"I'm sorry. Was I bothering you?" he asked, grinning.

Robin sighed. "You were doing it on purpose, weren't you?"

"I was trying to see how long it would take you to say something. I bet our taxi driver five bucks that you wouldn't make it to check-in. He said you would. He doesn't know you at all."

Robin couldn't help but laugh. "No wonder he kept watching me and didn't pull away the moment we got our things out of the trunk."

"I better go collect," he said and made his way back outside.

Robin walked up to the check-in desk. "Hi, I'm Dr. Robin Scorpio. I'm here for the medical conference. I have a room reserved."

"Okay, let's see," the clerk said.

Patrick appeared by her side a moment later, waving a five dollar bill.

"Hmm," the clerk said.

"Is there a problem?"

"Not exactly. Will you be staying in your room alone?"

"Yes."

"Well, then there must be some mix-up then."

"I don't understand."

"We have a reservation for a Dr. Robin Scorpio and Dr. Patrick Drake. It's under both your names, since you're both attending the convention."

Robin's eyes widened and she held up a hand. "Wait a minute. Are you telling me that we are sharing a room?"

"Yes."

"That's impossible. I made the reservation myself and they asked me how many were in my party and I said I was the only one in my party."

"I'm sorry. I'm not sure what happened."

"Well, please fix it. Give Dr. Drake his own room."

"I'm afraid I can't do that. With the conference and a cheerleading competition in town, we're booked solid."

Robin turned to Patrick, who couldn't hide his grin. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Did you have anything to do with this?"

"Me?"

"Don't play innocent. What did you do?"

Patrick shrugged. "So, when I called to make my reservation they may have been all booked up and I may have changed your reservation to include me."

"But...how? You didn't have any of the confirmation information."

"But your planner did."

"You invaded my privacy!"

"Desperate times and all that."

"Wait. You had to sign up for this conference four months ago if you wanted to get it. Logically, you would have called for reservations around the same time. I doubt they were all booked up four months ago."

Robin looked at the clerk for confirmation. "That's true. The cheerleading competition only booked a month ago."

Robin's jaw clenched, as she looked at Patrick. "You just called to make this reservation! You weren't planning on going to this conference until last week, when you saw that I was going!"

"Guilty as charged."

"You're unbelievable!" She shook her head back and forth. "How did you even get into the conference?"

"I have connections."

Robin stared at him. "Forget it. You're not staying in my room. Go to another hotel or find some cheerleader and share her room. Or maybe Lola's wandering around here somewhere. You can stay in her room and hope she doesn't have an ice pick hidden somewhere."

The clerk held up another finger. "Unfortunately, I doubt you'll be able to find another room nearby. There's also a Star Trek convention in town."

Patrick grinned. "I guess we're stuck together."

Robin groaned at him, grabbed the keycards the clerk had placed on the counter, picked up her carry-ons and then stomped off. Patrick followed her.

"I'll have someone bring up your luggage. Enjoy your stay!" she called after them.

---

Robin hurried to the elevator.

"Hold the doors!" Patrick called.

Robin stepped inside and pounded her fist against the 'close' button.

The doors began to slide closed. Patrick managed to squeeze in just before they shut. He took his place by her side.

"I guess you hit the wrong button, huh?"

"Nope."

He opened his mouth to speak again, but she held up her palm.

"Don't speak to me. Ever. Again."

"That might be a bit difficult since we do work together."

"I guess you'll just have to transfer then," she replied, her eyes focused on the floor numbers.

"Don't you think you're overreacting just a bit?"

Robin threw him a piercing look. "You invaded my privacy and deceived me. You're lucky you're still standing."

"Violence is never the answer."

"Stop talking to me."

"We have to share a room. How do you expect us to do that for three days without exchanging one word?"

"I was thinking duct tape."

Patrick wagged his eyebrows. "Kinky."

"To put over your mouth, I mean."

The elevator stopped moving when it reached the ninth floor. Robin was out of the elevator before the doors had completely opened. She hurried down the hallway and found their room, 916. She stuck her keycard in, opened the door, and then slammed it shut behind her.

The door nearly slammed in Patrick's face. He sighed and raised his fist to knock on the door. "Come on, Robin, open the door. You have my keycard."

"Really? I had no idea," she replied, her voice muffled.

"It's my room, too. You can't keep me out here forever."

"Watch me."

He groaned and rested his forehead on the door. "I'll just call the front desk and ask them to let me in."

"Go ahead."

"I'll also tell them it's our honeymoon. I hear this hotel sends a complimentary romantic candlelight dinner for two, complete with a violinist, for honeymoon couples. Now, wouldn't that be nice, honey?"

A moment later, Patrick heard footsteps. He then heard a click and the door slowly swung open. Patrick smiled at Robin.

"Thank you very much."

Robin's face softened. "You know, you're right. I guess I overreacted."

Patrick's brow raised in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah, I would hate for the next three days to be nothing but miserable so I'll try to make the best of it."

"That's very big of you."

She nodded and moved to allow him entrance. He walked in and surveyed the surroundings. The room was fairly large with a queen size bed in the middle. There was a table with two chairs and a small cabinet that housed the television on top and had drawers on the bottom. The bathroom to his left was impressive, with a shower and jacuzzi tub.

Robin walked toward the windows. "Look at this view. We even have a balcony."

Robin unlocked the glass door and pulled it open. Patrick stepped out first, captivated by the beautiful ocean view. "Wow, this really is-..."

It wasn't until he heard the door slide that he realized Robin hadn't come out with him. Instead, she had thrown his small carry-on by his feet and then closed the door. She waved at him through the glass.

"Okay, this locking me out thing is getting really old."

"I didn't lock you out. I just figured you'd be more comfortable staying outside. You know, with all the other vermin and insects."

"You expect me to sleep outside on a balcony?"

"Become one with nature, Patrick."

"Open the door, Robin."

"Just be careful out there. Don't get too close to the railing. I wouldn't want you to have an unfortunate accident."

"I'm starting to think I'd be safer with Lola."

"So am I."

"How long do you think you can keep this up? How am I supposed to attend the medical conference?"

"Oh, but you didn't really care about attending that, now did you? So, you won't be missing a thing."

"You're going to keep me out here for the next three days?"

"That's the plan."

"You're cruel."

Robin smiled and turned away from him. She then went about unpacking her belongings. Ten minutes later, she was all unpacked. She sat down and picked up the room service menu.

Speaking in an intentionally loud voice she said, "Boy, am I hungry. What do I want for lunch?"

Patrick watched her through the glass, like some extra from 'Oliver'.

"Let's see. How about a bacon cheeseburger and cheese fries."

Patrick's stomach growled. "You know that's my favorite meal!"

"Is it? I had no idea.

Patrick scowled at her, as Robin picked up the phone and dialed room service. She placed her order and less than thirty minutes later her food arrived. She situated herself at the table in front of the balcony doors and ate agonizingly slow, savoring each bite and moaning in pleasure.

Patrick smiled at her. "Is it wrong that I am totally turned on by that?"

Robin rolled her eyes and quickly finished her food. She then sat on the bed and flipped the television on. Patrick watched her for a while, before something next door caught his eye. He walked over to the partition that separated the balconies and leaned over.

Robin sat up and looked out the window, her curiosity piqued. She could hear him laughing. She got up and walked over to the doors. A beautiful blonde was leaning over, talking to him. Robin watched in horror, as he extended his hand and helped her jump the partition. He was just about to offer her a seat on one of the patio chairs, when Robin threw the door open.

"Oh, honey, what do you think you're doing?"

Patrick's eyes widened. The blonde looked at Robin. "Patrick, who is this?"

"Who am I?" Robin asked. "I'm his wife. This is our honeymoon."

The blonde's jaw tightened. She turned around and raised her palm, allowing it to connect with Patrick's face in a satisfying slap.

"Creep!"

Robin had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Patrick brought his hand up to his cheek, as he watched the blonde hop back over the partition unaided. He turned back to face Robin.

"So now it's our honeymoon. When I was trying to get us some free food and a little entertainment, you weren't-..."

"What were you planning on doing exactly? Having sex with her right there on the balcony in front of me?"

"I hadn't thought that far ahead."

"You'll never change."

"Come on, Robin, I'm not that stupid. I knew that door would come flying open the moment you saw her. The green-eyed monster rears its ugly head again."

"It had nothing to do with jealousy. I just didn't want to witness your little show."

"That's what curtains are for."

"You're a disgusting pig."

Patrick smiled. "Maybe so, but tonight I'll be a warm, disgusting pig," he said, as he walked past her.

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Part 2 coming soon...

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know what you thought. -Steph