Crack
By Athena13
Summary: In a game of no-strings addicting-as-crack-cocaine sex, who cracks first?
One
Life was good for Dr. Patrick Drake. He was back on the top of his surgical game. His relationship with his father was mending more with every day, owing mainly to Patrick's upbeat mood of late. Gorgeous women were still throwing themselves at him. And there was one who was all his, in a no-strings, mind-bending sex kind of way. His favorite way, in fact. Man, he licked his lips as his mind drifted back to his last encounter with Robin, they were incredible together. It was in their favorite linen closet on the eleventh floor just fifteen minutes ago and he was already wanting his hands all over her petite, well-formed body again.
"I might have the emotional maturity of a senior in high school," he said in between thrusts. "But aren't you glad I also have the libido of one?"
"Uh huh. Stop talking." She arched into him and dug her fingers into his still-clothed back.
It took months but Dr. Robin Scorpio had finally succumbed to his charm and looks. He knew it was only a matter of time all along, but it hadn't been easy. He had never, in fact, worked this hard to be with a woman. They had been having their not-so-secret affair for a month now and rather than getting tired of her, it seemed like his desire to be with her only increased. And it wasn't just sexual. When she wasn't being judgmental and high-minded, Robin was a lot of fun to be around. And the surprises, Patrick chuckled to himself as he walked down the hospital hallway, oblivious to the stares his giddy behavior elicited, just last night he had discovered that Robin was a good bowler. Despite the fact that she was barely bigger than a bowling ball herself.
Just when he was rounding the corner he heard her voice and stopped just out of sight. He bit his lip and considered the various options at his disposal for flustering the normally staid Dr. Robin Scorpio. They had agreed to keep their affair, however long it lasted, under covers, so to speak, at work, but that didn't mean that he couldn't try to make her blush with seemingly innocuous comments as long as she wasn't with a patient. To his utter glee Robin had begun to strike back in the same vein. Yes, working with Robin was getting more fun by the day.
He bit his lip and grinned in anticipation, he had the perfect zinger. Before he walked a step he heard something that stopped him in his tracks.
"Have you thought about moving to Rome, then?" Jax asked his old friend.
"Ever since she moved there." Robin sighed and clutched the patient chart she was carrying more tightly against her body. "I love Rome, I'd be closer to Brenda, not far from Mom and I have career opportunities there."
Patrick's jaw dropped. "How could she be thinking that?" he asked in his head. No-strings, the word echoed in his mind. His brow furrowed and he took a step back, then another. Unaccountably angry he spun on his heel and walked back the way he came.
"But you're not going to do it, are you?" Jax asked as the two friends continued their conversation unaware they had been overheard. "Not with that glow that's been around you since, oh, a certain time in a cabin that I own."
Robin blushed and looked down. "I'm happy to be back in Port Charles, it has nothing to do with Patrick Drake. Well, not entirely." Robin frowned and looked back up at Jax. "I told you that he and I aren't serious."
"How long are you going to keep that pretense up, Robin?" Jax asked, his voice filled with the concern he'd felt for his friend ever since he'd found her in a compromising position with the lothario.
"How long are you going to keep asking me that?" Robin shook her head and smiled, her mussed hair swinging around her head.
"Maybe you're not the one I should be asking. Whenever I've seen Dr. Drake around the hotel he's been looking rather, um, smug. Maybe I should talk to..."
"Don't you dare, Jasper Jax!" Robin's eyes flashed. "Don't you dare talk to him about me. It's bad enough my father runs around town bandying about words like intentions and love."
"Daddy knows best." Jax grinned smugly.
Robin sighed, knowing that Jax was partially playing on his role as little John's father, a role that Robin knew he had no biological right to play. But with Helena back in town, Robin was determined not to create a situation more out of hand than it was. "I highly doubt that and I need to get back to work." Robin held up her patient chart.
"Fine since I have to get back to the hospital board meeting anyway. You still owe me a dinner date."
"Which I'm sure your girlfriend would love if I paid up on." Robin rolled her eyes and tried to score the mental picture of Jax and the devious witch Carly kissing from her brain.
Jax rolled his eyes and leaned down to give Robin a peck on the cheek.
Robin watched him go and shook her head. Everyone kept giving her advice about her "relationship" with Patrick, but frankly she was more than satisfied with the status quo and had no intentions of changing a thing for however long it lasted.
TBC