Title: How to Get a Player to Commit
Author: Steph
Rating: PG
Pairing: Robin/Patrick
Category: Romance/Humor/Drama
POV: Robin
Disclaimer: I do this out of a love for this couple. No infringement is intended.
Spoilers: Picks up after the cabin, so includes all of that.
Summary: Robin decides she wants a commitment from Patrick and comes up with a set of rules to follow in order to get her man.
Note: Thanks for the feedback, guys! I'm glad you enjoyed the first part. Hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you thought! -Steph
--- How to Get a Player to Commit: Rule # 2 - Leave Him Wanting More ---
I feel Patrick come up behind me, as I'm leaning against the counter, filling out a patient's chart. He presses his body into mine, as he leans forward and grabs a chart. I feel my heart begin to race at his touch. He looks at me as he pulls back, his warm breath tickling my cheek. I'm surprised when his lips stop at my ear.
He can't keep the grin out his voice. "Dr. Scorpio, I was hoping you could give me some assistance. I am having the darnedest time finding OxyContin in the supply closet."
I smile, as I squeeze my eyes closed, the sensitive skin on my ear tingling.
"I'm sure one of the nurses could give you what you need," I reply.
I hear him lick at his lips. "Actually, I'm pretty sure they can't."
He moves away from me and I sigh in disappointment as he breaks contact. He walks out of the nurses' station, looking at me over his shoulder and offering me a dimpled smile. He heads toward the supply closet.
I take a deep breath and count to sixty before heading in the same direction. I look around nervously before turning the doorknob.
I must be insane. I don't do this. I'm not a character on 'Grey's Anatomy'! But Patrick Drake's gotten ahold of every part of me.
The door opens and I cross the threshold. Before it even swings shut, Patrick appears from behind it, his lips immediately crashing into mine, as his body collides into me. He pins me against the door, effectively shutting it. His hands move from my face to my hair, then slide down my sides. They move to the hem of my scrubs shirt and I can feel his warm hands on my stomach, his long fingers splayed across the skin. I moan and he smiles into my mouth. His hands began inching their way up my torso and his fingertips graze my bra.
I pull back and look at him, smiling. "I'm pretty sure you're not going to find OxyContin in there."
He responds by bringing his lips to my neck. My nails dig into his back and I begin pulling at his shirt at his waist. I go to work on the buttons of his shirt. I have them done in no time and I push the shirt down his nicely toned arms.
His hands begin to remove my shirt, when I suddenly hear rule # 2 ringing in my ears: Leave him wanting more.
I sigh. Stupid rule # 2.
I reluctantly place my hands over his and pull them down. He looks at me, his lips turning into a pout. He's a liar, by the way. The man pouts.
"What?" he asks, breathless.
I shrug and raise my arm to a shelf to my right. I hand him some OxyContin.
'"I believe this is what you were looking for."
He takes it from me, his mouth dropping open. I smile, my eyes scanning his bare chest. I then move out from beneath him and pull on the doorknob. I'm out the door before he can close his mouth.
I lean up against the other side of the door and take a deep breath. This is going to be harder than I thought.
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I press the down button for the elevator for the third time, impatiently tapping my foot as I wait.
Come on. Come on. Open already.
It's too late. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Patrick walking toward me, hands on his hips, wearing a not-so-happy expression.
"What the hell was that?" he asks, looking down at me.
I turn and look up at him. "What are you talking about?"
He smirks. "Don't play dumb. You can't pull it off."
I furrow my brow. "I think that was a compliment."
"Answer my question. Why did you just leave me hanging in the supply closet?" he asks, gesturing wildly.
I shrug. "What? I helped you find OxyContin, just like you wanted."
His eyebrows arch. "That is not what I wanted and you know it. Hell, a blind and deaf person could have seen through that transparent little ruse."
I love it when he gets irritated. His face gets all red and the veins pop out in his neck.
I purse my lips. "Huh. My mistake."
He leans down and lowers his voice. "Were you worried I didn't have protection? Because I do."
I raise my eyebrows. "You just carry all of the precautions we would need around with you while at work?"
A grin spreads across his face. "I like to be prepared for any situation that could arise."
I roll my eyes. "I don't know why I'm surprised. The first time we met, I found you having sex with some nurse on an operating table."
"Still thinking about that, are you?"
Was that my lunch I felt rising up in my throat? Yup, I think it was.
"Gag me," I mutter.
His smile widens, "Just tell me where and when."
My expression freezes and my face floods with red. I didn't think he heard me.
He tilts his head. "So why did you stop then? Is it the uptight thing? Your lack of spontaneity problem? Because I thought you were improving in that department."
I groan. "If you must know, I stopped because I didn't think it was professional. Obviously, your history would suggest you don't share the same feelings on the subject."
He licks at his lips, his eyes meeting mine. I feel my palms begin to sweat at the look he's giving me.
"Damn straight. We let this job run our lives enough as it is. No reason we can't have a little fun every once in a while." His voice grows husky. "Forget professional. If you'd given me two more minutes, you wouldn't have even been able to spell the word."
I swallow hard. Just then, I hear a ding and the elevator doors slide open. Saved by the bell.
I step in, his eyes on me. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, a smile upon his lips. It's not until his face disappears behind the doors that I breathe again.
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Up next - Rule # 3: Make Him Jealous
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