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! Hope you enjoy Rule # 4 and please let me know what you thought! -Steph

--- How to Get a Player to Commit: Rule # 4 - Leave Him Speechless ---

I raise my hand to knock on Patrick's door, then lower it. I raise it again only to lower it a moment later. I've been playing this little game for the better part of five minutes. My arm's starting to get tired.

This is not a good idea. I really don't think this is a good idea. As far as ideas go, this may not be among my best.

But if I have the nerve to go through with it, it will undoubtedly leave him speechless. I have to do something to get the upperhand. Patrick seems to find a way to turn everything I do back around to me.

I shake my head and lower my hand again. But I can't do this . I just can't. This is not me. I don't do things like this. Then again, I also don't attempt to have sex in a supply closet at work. I've done a lot of things I wouldn't normally do since meeting Patrick.

I've coined a new term for this phenomenon It's called 'The Patrick Drake Effect'.

Still, it's one thing to decide to do something when he's staring at me with those eyes and smiling at me with those lips and that dimple. But, right now, all that's staring back at me is a door. And I can't help but think I'll make a complete fool of myself if I go through with this.

I shake my head and I'm about to turn to leave, when the door swings open. Patrick's eyes fall on me, his brow furrowing.

"Robin?"

I shake my head, as I mentally berate myself. "Sorry to bother you. It looks like you were heading out."

He shakes his head and smiles, his dimple in full effect. "Plans were meant to be changed."

Plans? He has plans? With whom? Certainly not any friends because I'm pretty sure he doesn't have any. He was going out to see another woman. I know I have no real right to be upset by this, but I can't help it.

And suddenly I'm determined to make sure I'm the only woman who will be on his mind tonight.

I meet his eyes and then step over the threshold, my hand closing the door behind me as he steps back to allow me entrance. I stop and stand in front of him, eyeing him.

He places his hands on his hips. "So this is a pleasant surprise."

I suck at my lower lip and then smile. "Actually, I was surprised when you opened the door. I thought this was Austin's room."

He throws his head back and laughs. "Right. Well, I guess you're the one who is pleasantly surprised then."

"Hmm, I don't know."

He takes a step forward, looking down at me. "You can't tell me you'd rather be with Dr. Goody-Two-Shoes."

I cock my head to the left. "Do you really want to talk about him right now?"

He swallows hard, his voice lowering. "Actually, I don't want to talk at all right now."

I take a few steps forward, standing so close to him I can feel his warm breath on my skin. I raise my eyes to his, as I bring my hands to his chest and allow them to slowly slide down.

"Good, because you know what I've noticed about us?"

"What?" he asks breathlessly.

"We communicate best without any words," I say, my hands coming to rest on his belt.

He licks at his lips. "Well, look at that. I think we just found something else we can agree on."

I smile, before raising my hand and wrapping it around his tie. I slowly begin pulling him over to the bed. He doesn't put up a struggle. I push him onto the corner of the bed. He looks up at me, his eyes already hungry with desire.

His gaze scans my body and I think he realizes for the first time that I'm wearing a trenchcoat, belted at the waist.

"Isn't it a little hot for that?" he asks huskily.

"I was thinking the exact same thing," I reply, my eyes capturing his.

I take a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

Hands shaking, I move my fingers to the belt and slowly untie it, never breaking eye contact with him. I allow the jacket to fall open and watch as Patrick's eyes widen and wash over my body appreciatively.

I stand there in nothing but a black lace push-up bra, matching panties, and three inch heels. I was expecting to feel embarrassed or like a complete moron, but from the way he's looking at me I can't feel anything but beautiful.

His tongue flicks at his bottom lip, as his mouth hangs open. I half-expect drool to start pooling at his feet.

I smile. I've accomplished my mission. He's speechless. And with Patrick, who never seems to be at a loss for words, I consider this to be quite an accomplishment.

I'm just about to close the jacket and walk out, so as to drive him completely nuts and accomplish the 'leave him' part, when he suddenly finds his voice.

It emerges softly, filled with awe, "You have no idea how beautiful you are."

It's my turn to be speechless.

He called me beautiful at the cabin, taking me completely by surprise. The way he looked at me then, the way he smiled at me, nearly made my knees buckle.

And the way he's looking at me right now has stolen my ability to form words. His eyes are so soft, yet so piercing at the same time, that I almost have to look away.

No one has ever looked at me the way he looks at me.

I never intended to spend the night with him. In fact, my plan calls for me to make him see what he could have every day and night, not just whenever the mood strikes him or me or us. I planned on teasing him, but not giving in. The no strings sex pact was intended, by me, to not involve any sex. It was an unwritten rule.

But the moment he grabs my belt and pulls me onto his lap, I know there's no hope for me. And if there is a shred of hope that remains, his lips dipping down into the crevice of my bra and his hands caressing the skin of my bare thighs, washes it away.

Turns out, the speechless part was easy. It's the leaving him part that's proving to be impossible.

I never had an addiction before Patrick Drake walked into my life. I can't get enough of him and, try as I might, I can't truly resist him.

So, about that unwritten rule. Well, you know how the saying goes: Rules were made to be broken.

I say screw that unwritten rule, at least for tonight.

Tomorrow, I'll try to get back on track because there's one thing I know for sure.

Patrick Drake is an addiction no twelve step program on this earth can help.

And I wouldn't want it to.

As he cradles me in his arms and lays me down on the bed, his body suspended over mine, our gazes holding, I know I accomplished one other thing.

I will be the only woman on his mind tonight.

I just need to make it so tonight turns into every night.

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Up Next: Rule # 5 - Play Hard to Get

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