Not for children.
Seven
"Mmmmmmm," Robin sighed and shifted against the firm body surrounding her. The heat brought her more fully awake. She opened her eyes and saw the dark, familiar room and realized the heat was Patrick. She lifted her head and saw that she was still lying on top of the covers with an extra blanket covering her. She turned her head and saw that Patrick was under the covers. She turned back to check the time. 2 am. She should get up and go home, she told herself. Even as the words drifted through her mind she was rolling over to look at Patrick. The sight of him sleeping, as always, took her breath away.
He was so beautiful. There was no denying that he was a good-looking man, but the innocence of sleep made him glow with it. He rarely looked this peaceful and happy when he was awake. Though he did sometimes. Like that day in the cabin when she caught him staring at her and he told her she was beautiful. That's how he looked now and like then she could not resist him. She reached over and traced her fingers over the flush of his cheeks.
He was being different this week. Being an intelligent, analytical woman she knew he was trying to prove something to her. She just wasn't sure what. Was it that he wanted them to be friends again or was he working his way to something more? Something with strings? Either way she wanted him back in her life too. Maybe having only a piece of him was better than not having him at all? The thought hurt her heart.
As she touched him his eyelashes fluttered and his eyes opened. His lips curved into a smile as he focused on her. Her breath caught, but she didn't remove her fingers.
"Molesting me in my sleep, Robin?"
The husk of his voice set a fire burning in the pit of her belly. "Maybe." She leaned down and pressed her lips against his, opening hers and his at the same time.
He lifted his arm and slid his fingers into her hair.
The kiss was a wet, sensuous slide. As it went on and on she reached down and cupped his arousal through the blanket. He gasped into her mouth and tightened his grip on her head as she pressed the heel of her hand tighter and began to rub. He groaned and spread his legs. In one fluid movement she moved the blanket aside and straddled him. He tangled both hands into her hair and let her keep the lead.
She sat up and pulled her shirt off and he reached up and cupped her small, pert breasts. She gave a moan of approval and moved herself over him and then leaned down to kiss him again. With her right hand she reached into the bedside table and pulled out a condom. They had taken to keeping supplies on both sides of the bed so there was no interruption. As she came back from her reach Patrick flipped them over and began to trail kisses all over her bare torso. Her breasts. Her stomach. Her side. Her hips. He pressed his knuckle between her legs and stroked her through her clothing. As her movements became frantic he looked up into her face for consent before sliding her shorts and panties down her hips and off her body. He took the condom from her hand and pushed his own underwear down and sheathed himself with the protection.
Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back as he settled between her legs.
"Robin."
Her eyes opened and he looked into them as he surged into her.
He called her name over and over again as they moved together, tighter and higher with each stroke. Her legs trembled and he felt her tightening around. "Only Robin."
She didn't know what the words meant but she broke apart around him at the sound of them. Crying out, arching and locking her legs around his thighs. The sound of his release was the sound of her name.
He collapsed to the side and pulled her with him as they fell back to earth. She kept her eyes closed as long as she could. When she finally opened them he was looking at her. She couldn't read his expression.
TBC