Chapter 30

Robin lay on her side staring at the clock at her bedside.

2:51 a.m.

Though no longer seething with anger she was still furious at his paternalistic and overbearing behaviour. She was an independent, professional woman who had been taking care of herself long before he had ever come in to the picture. If he wanted to be that way he could sleep on the couch for the rest of her pregnancy; she would not be dictated to.

3:16 a.m.

She shook her head at his all or nothing approach. When they had first met he would nothing to do with his father and would sooner spit on him than speak to him. A year later and he is leading the charge in his father's defense, declaring that she must choose sides in his father's relationship or end of relationship. He still had elements of the high school senior she had once accused him of being. As if a man in his fifties needs his adult child choosing sides in some misplaced boys vs. girls schoolyard romp. She hoped the couch was lumpy and uncomfortable.

3:27 a.m.

It was so typical of him to walk out before the argument was finished. He had always insisted on having the last word and very little had changed. It was caveman through and through to tell her that she couldn't go to Vienna – to a medical conference, no less. It was a trip in furtherance of her career and if anything he should be supportive of her. She rolled on to her back and sighed in frustration. She was already making the sacrifice with her career, taking time of for maternity leave, allowing others to forge ahead in her field while she stayed home. It was a sacrifice she was happy and willing to make but a little recognition of what she was giving up so they could both have what they wanted would not be out of order.

Her husband was a jerk.

But he was her jerk and their bed was too big and empty without him and she missed not being able to snuggle up against him, warming her cold feet on his legs. Pushing the covers back, she got up from the bed and pulled his New York Rangers t-shirt from the drawer. Putting it on, she padded down the stairs to the living room.

Seeing him stretched out on the couch, clearly awake, gave her a small sense of satisfaction. Walking to him, she pushed the afghan back and crawled in beside him. He pushed himself flush against the back of the couch giving her as much room as he could. His arm instinctively wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him. He nuzzled her neck, breathing her in.

"Still mad at me?"

"Furious" she said quietly. "You?"

"Absolutely." He pressed his lips against her neck and she shivered at the contact. "I'm sorry – I was wrong to try and tell you what to do."

Smiling, she raised his hand to her lips and kissed it. "I'm sorry too – I never should have called you an idiot or imply that we weren't a team."

"You know what?" She shook her head. "I like hanging out with you, I like making love to you, I like watching you sleep but I absolutely, completely hate fighting with you and don't even get me started on going to bed without you."

She sighed. "Do you have any idea how big that bed is up there? You're a covers hog and it felt weird to have the duvet all to myself."

"I really am sorry" he whispered.

"I know, me too." He slid his hands under the t-shirt and began to slowly knead her breasts. Robin's breath hitched immediately as though she had gone months without being touched by him rather than hours. "Patrick" she said, swallowing thickly. "They said no sex…..ahhhh" She stopped speaking as he slowly worked her nipples between his fingers, applying the smallest amount of pressure to send shockwaves through her. Robin opened her eyes to regain her focus. "No sex for 48 hours" she panted.

He continued to nuzzle her neck, breathing hotly against her skin. "No sex doesn't mean no fun. I owe you one from the deposit earlier."

Closing her eyes, she leaned back against him. Lifting her arm behind her, she ran her hand through his hair, content to be in his arms again. Patrick let his hands roam over her soft skin as though discovering her for the first time. He left slow, breathy kisses against her neck and took her ear between his lips delighting in the deep moan he raised from her. Pushing her hips back, she felt his erection against her legs and started to move her hips in tiny circles. She bit her lip as she felt it pulse against her – she could never get enough of his response to her. She had enough lovers in her life before Patrick to know that his reactions and how he made her feel were unique – they clicked on every level.

Continuing to massage one breast, he let his other hand trail down her body pausing briefly over her stomach and rubbing it gently. Robin smiled at the gentleness and intimacy of the gesture. Knowing his destination, she parted her legs slightly for him and jerked as he cupped her sex.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked in concern. "Is it too sensitive?"

"No" she replied, biting her lip. Just feeling him hold her made her quiver with pleasure. "It feels good."

Turning her head, she reached for her lips and was surprised at the tenderness of his kiss. He sucked lovingly on her lips letting his tongue run over them languidly. She responded by deepening the kiss, bringing him closer to her. His fingers ran lightly between her legs, tracing the outline of her apex. Feeling the dampness and heat emanating from her, he tucked his fingers into her slick entrance.

"Oh god Patrick" she moaned.

He let his thumb caress the small bundle of nerves just above her opening and smiled into her shoulder as she pushed forward into his hand, looking for more. Rolling her on to her back, he sat up and pulled the t-shirt from her as he continued to move his fingers gently around inside her. Lowering his mouth to her skin, he slowly kissed the length of her collar bone before moving to her breasts. The unhurried pace combined with his lips on her skin made every nerve ending feel as though it were on fire. She spread her legs and lifted her hips from the couch begging him to give her more but he ignored her pleas and traced his tongue in circles around her breasts. He dropped a wet kiss between them before flicking her nipples with his tongue and then blowing lightly on them. He grinned as they pebbled and hardened.

"Patrick please" she groaned.

"Please what?" he said, kissing his way down her taught body.

He loved the way her skin glowed in the moonlight that seeped through the windows. She continued to lift her hips responding to his every movement. He had long been concerned that settling down would lead to boredom and repetition but nearly a year after he and Robin had begun a sexual relationship he still wanted more. He loved to watch her come apart as orgasm after orgasm tore through her. The feel of her hands anywhere on his body could send him over the edge at any moment. But most of all, he couldn't get enough of the look of love in her eyes when they were together in this way.

Having snaked his tongue along her hip bones, he moved his mouth to her sex while his hands continued their slow ministrations. Robin closed her eyes as she massaged her own breasts. Her release was building within her and she ached for it.

"Fuck" she hissed as Patrick closed his mouth over her throbbing clit and suckled on it. Little shockwaves started to move through her body as she twitched under his tongue. Seeing her reaction, Patrick picked up the pace and began to pump his fingers in her as she rode his hand. "Oh god Patrick…." Her mouth hung open, panting.

"Come for me Robin – let me see you come." The low, buttery growl of his voice was her undoing as she slammed against his hand, body shuddering and shaking from the intensity.

Her breathing was ragged for several minutes as he stroked her stomach, dropping light kisses on her arms. "You okay?" he asked quietly.

She smiled as she turned on to her side, facing him. "I'm better than okay – doctor, I think that was some of your best work yet." He grinned as he captured her lips in a gentle kiss. "Now about you…" her voice trailed off as she ran her fingers lightly along his still strong arousal.

He shook his head. "It's okay."

"No it's not – you could poke someone's eye out with that thing if we don't get it down" she teased.

He laughed - his breath hitching as she wrapped her hand around him and began to slowly stroke his length. "Robin," he put his hand over hers. "We don't have to."

She raised an eyebrow. "Don't you want to?"

He rolled his eyes in response. "Of course I want to." He sighed as she kissed his chest. "But…um….you already got me off once today."

Smiling as she pulled away from him, she ran her hand along his chest. "That's so true. And since you started the fight, I think you should entertain me."

"Isn't that what I just did?"

"I want more – I want to watch you come – I want you to show me what you do when you think of me." Patrick was silent for a moment. "You're not shy are you?"

"No…I just….really? You want to see that?"

She nodded. "Do you think you're the only one who gets turned on by watching?" She heard a sharp intake of breath as he worked his hand along his length. She heard him moan as she kissed his neck and touched his glistening head with her fingertips. "You are so hot Patrick" she encouraged.

Patrick locked his eyes on hers as he continued to move his hands harder and faster. Completely aroused by touching her moments before, he climaxed quickly, whispering her name as he came. Placing her hands on his chest, she nipped at his lips.

"We need a shower" he said breathlessly.

Robin nodded. "Next time, can we skip the fighting and go straight to the making up?"

He smiled against her mouth. "I like the way you think."