Patrick danced from one foot to the other anxiously willing Robin to open the door. He might as well have been a teenager waiting to take out his first girlfriend for the worry that was coursing through his body. Although he could hear her moving around, she had yet to let him in. He didn't make empty threats and had gone to pick up a few treats in case she had second thoughts about it. He knew she was hesitant, but hopefully that wouldn't still be the case after tonight.

He caught a flash of green silk before Robin had even fully opened the door. When she had said she wanted time to get cleaned up, he hadn't realized she meant she was going to answer the door like this. Whatever dirty comment he had been practicing in the hallway died on his tongue. "I know you disapprove of slips," She recalled, leaning against the doorframe so that her left breast was propped up on her arm. "But how do you feel about nightgowns?"

"Jesus." Patrick breathed, his mouth agape, eyes wide. He had had plenty of women come onto him, so it didn't make sense for him to be this shocked that Robin had followed in their footsteps. No, a voice argued. Her tactic was very different. She knew he wanted her and she wanted him just as badly. There was no need for foreplay or little white lies, but he had a feeling the evening would be filled with plenty of both once he regained the ability to speak in full sentences.

"I picked up dinner for us, but I understand if you want to skip straight to dessert." Robin whispered, her eyes going dark as her teeth clutched a hold of her bottom lip.

"Uh-huh." Patrick managed, showing her the bag of goodies he had brought with him. Shaking his head, he tried to clear his foggy brain. A thin scrap of material, the nightgown enhanced every luscious curve of her petite body. He could have sculpted out the curve of her hips by just looking at her. Giving her a slow once-over, he smiled when he caught her nipples stand to attention.

"Would you like to come in?" Robin asked her voice still impossibly quiet. Stepping over the threshold, he slid his right arm around her waist and pulled her to him, his mouth finding hers without incident, the bag falling at their feet. She surrendered to his overpowering kiss, her lips parting at the subtle swipe of his tongue. Standing on tiptoe, she pressed her fingertips into the back of his neck and moaned when he cupped her bottom in his palm.

"I have to know one thing." Patrick said in-between kisses.

"What's that?" Robin wondered, making history of his belt.

"Did you buy this nightgown for me?" Patrick inquired, helping her off of her feet.

"Who else?" Robin replied, tangling her fingers in his hair.

"Would you stop wiggling?" Patrick insisted, almost dropping her twice on the way to the stairs. He had no issue with having her on the couch, or against any of the walls, but he didn't want that to be how she remembered their first time together.

"What's the matter, Drake? Can't handle the pressure?" Robin teased, drawing the right strap of her nightgown down her arm.

"I'm all about pressure, babe." He argued, swallowing thickly as he braced the railing with his free hand.

"Patrick." She shuddered, gnawing on his ear and licking the tip.

"Damn it, woman." He grumbled, setting her back on her feet and dragging her over to the couch. "Lay down."

"You first." Robin countered, letting go of his hand and folding her arms across her chest. Feeling cheated at her sly attempt to shield his eyes from her beautiful rack, Patrick pouted but stretched out on the couch anyway.

"Come here baby." He goaded, crooking his finger and grinning up at her. Throwing her right leg over his left, she waited for him to adjust her just right, almost losing her balance a few times.

Robin lay above him offering her breasts up to his avid mouth, her nipples taunting him. Licking his bottom lip, he pressed a soft, openmouthed kiss to each breast. While his mouth worked wonders on one tightening bud, he placed one hand on her remaining breast and the other in-between her legs. Rubbing his thumb over her clothed sex, he continued to suck her breast mercilessly. Even through the material, he could feel her moistening for him, little by little. His fingertips scraped over her skin and she lunged forward wildly, her knees tightening around his waist. Blindly, she caught his zipper between her thumb and index finger and hastily jerked it down.

He grabbed her wrist and held it long enough for her to release her death grip on the metal zipper and look at him. "What do you say we open that bottle of wine?"

"You mean you don't want…" Robin's voice trailed off.

"Oh, trust me, I want." Patrick assured her, tilting her head back with his thumb. He kissed her slowly, savoring her taste.

Unperturbed, Robin pushed the charcoal-black blazer off of Patrick's shoulders and got to work on the buttons running from his collar to his waist, the white shirttails tucked into the waistband of his black slacks. A nibble to the neck and his eyes flickered, his arms banding around her waist. Discarding the shirt in one fluid motion, she touched her lips to his skin, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake. She used the palm of her hand to entice him further, distracting him long enough to unbutton his slacks and regain control of the zipper.

"R-Robin." He groaned squeezing his eyes shut.

"That's it." Robin coerced him further, applying the slightest bit of pressure to his most delicate body part.

"Jesus. God." Patrick's breath caught long enough to satisfy Robin's curiosity and she peeled the pants over his hips and down his legs, shaking her head. She should have known he was a briefs kind of guy. Cupping him hard, she could hear his teeth clattering together. His hands roamed up her back and he pulled her to him as if there were no clothes separating them at all. Leaning into him on a moan, she readjusted herself in his lap and felt his shaft brush against her. "It'll be just like this." Patrick promised, grinding his finger up inside of her. "You'll be clinging to me, giddy with pleasure, begging me to go faster, but I'm going to make you work for it."

Robin didn't let herself think about why Patrick was so good at seducing her, only that he had a God-given talent for it. Her voice caught and held as he continued his frustrating ministrations with little regard for the clothing that separated them. She wasn't sure whether or not to be thankful that she had decided against a thong. He would already be inside of her if she had.

Yanking his underwear down to pool at his ankles with his slacks, she dipped her head and lightly licked him. His eyes shot open and his sex jumped so she did it again, taking him into her mouth completely. Making a loud smacking sound with her lips as she teased him, she swore she saw his eyes roll into the back of his head. Unconsciously, he thrust his shaft against her lips and she smiled, barely kissing every inch of the slick member. His taste was about the same bitterness as salt and she could smell the sweat clinging to his entire body. She snatched his shaft in her hand and held it in place, knowing that a few more licks and she'd lose her hold on him. "That's enough I think." Robin decided, laughing when his immediate reaction was to grab her waist and pull her under him. "I thought you wanted dessert."

"I do and I'll have it." He answered, dropping his lips to hers to give her a long, slow kiss. Her eyes glazing over at the feel of his tongue plunging into her mouth, she let her head loll to one side.

He could kiss. She had to give him that. The man could flat out kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck to hold him to her securely. His tongue teased her lips and she willingly opened to welcome it in her mouth.

Elizabeth let out a sigh as she felt Lucky's fingers dance up her back. In the back of her mind, she knew Robin was going to gloat for days on this one. "Just ask him," her friend had told her. "Just ask him." Robin had been right. While there would be hell to pay later, she was sure going to enjoy this now.

Elizabeth tightened her arms around Lucky's neck as she felt herself being lowered onto the desk. She was vaguely aware of picture frames and desk accessories hitting the soft carpet as she brought her leg up against his hip. Burying her fingers in his hair, she felt a slight shiver as Lucky dipped his fingers underneath her shirt. "This was always where we failed." she whispered.

"This is failing?" Lucky chuckled in between soft kisses to her neck. "I should have failed more often in school."

She giggled. "I would say there would be no touching and then this would start..." She paused to capture his lips with her own.

"And?" He dipped his head to nibble at her ear.

"And then this would start and I'd change my mind." Elizabeth was in enough control of her senses to know saying she'd forget her own rules was a bad idea.

He cocked his eyebrow, as if he realized she wasn't telling the truth one hundred percent. "Change your mind? Good to know." Resting his forehead against hers briefly, he paused to kiss the tip of her nose. "Any other rules you'd change your mind on?"

"No." Elizabeth giggled. "But I think maybe we need to set some to avoid this in the future."

"So there is a future?"

"Only if you follow the rules." She pushed back an errant hair on his forehead.

"Why do I have a feeling you already decided on these rules?"

"Well your mom did say you were extremely intelligent. I think genius was mentioned?"

Lucky groaned. "I'm going to disown my mother."

"Don't do that. You'd be down a babysitter."

"I'll consider it. Do I get a chance to amend these rules?"

"Within reason. I may even let you create a few." Elizabeth used her hands to push herself to a seated position.

Smiling, Lucky kissed her forehead. "Generous woman. I like that. Go ahead."

"No publicity plots without telling me."

"Fine. You have to speak up if you feel uncomfortable with any publicity stuff."

"Okay. No more dates at the office. Very tacky." She stuck her tongue out.

"Damn. I had big plans for that finger-paint." Leaning closer to her, Lucky smiled. "No more hiding behind Robin to cancel out."

"I did that once!"

"One time too many."

"No using your son to get a date. Ask me yourself or don't."

"I wouldn't do that."

"Please. No one lets their three year old go to Chuck E Cheese twice within two weeks. It's begging for trouble."

"Okay fine, he was my icebreaker."

"I thought so." Elizabeth smiled triumphantly. "Since we brought him up..."

"Yeah we need to talk about Cam." Lucky took a deep breath. "This is already against my rules for him."

"Explain please." She squeezed his fingers in encouragement.

"Normally he doesn't meet the women I date. At least not until I think it's getting serious. But he already knows you."

"And he still goes to my school."

"Yeah and I don't want to confuse him with different women coming and going. I don't really bring dates home."

"Okay first off, the different women comment doesn't help with the whole you don't live up to your reputation thing we're working on here, and we'll come back to that. But I get it. We'll avoid your house and Cameron until we know better what's going on here."

"The media really does blow everything out of proportion."

"Quit making comments like that and I'll believe you."

"I knew I left you alone with Lulu too long."

She leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "I'm pretty sure she was just trying to scare me off. I'll live. If I could just make one little request regarding Cameron?"

"Go on."

"Can we keep it strictly professional when you come to the school? I'm still new and there's some whispers I only got my job because of my grandmother."

"You're a wonderful teacher if Cameron's anything to go on."

"As much as I value the opinion of my students, I do still have to work with other people and I really don't want to give them any reason to doubt my ability to do my job. Dating the father of a student is not the best way of going about that."

"He's no longer in your class. You promoted him."

Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow at him. "How exactly did we meet again?"

"Point taken. Fine I can live with being professional when I see you at school."

"Thank you."

Lucky moved in closer to her. "So is there anything else we desperately need to talk about right now?"

His lips were millimeters away from her own. Elizabeth was fairly certain there was something else she wanted to say to him, but all rational thought had fled. Her entire body was focused on those lips. "Not desperately." she managed to whisper.

"Good. I'm tired of talking." He closed the gap and lowered her back onto the desk.