Chapter 132

And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

With his hand resting on her hip, Patrick smirked. "K-key?

Looking over her shoulder she offered a small shrug. "I figured it would be nice of us to ask Jax to use his cabin this time instead of breaking and entering."

"Was f-f-favourite part," he stammered as he nuzzled her neck.

"Your favourite part?" she challenged teasingly as she balanced the picnic basket on her hip.

Patrick chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. "S-s-second favourite."

"That's what I thought" she muttered as she turned the lock and opened the cabin.

They stood in the doorway shocked at the sight before them. The small cabin was aglow in candlelight and a fire roared in the stone fireplace. A large bouquet of flowers rose majestically from the small round table and soft jazz floated across the air.

Turning in his arms she gave him a questioning look. "Did you do this?"

Surveying the scene Patrick shook his head. "N-not m-me. M-must be other boyf-f-friend."

Standing on her tiptoes she stole a quick kiss. "Maybe. But you are my favourite boyfriend" she teased. Patrick swatted her behind as she skipped down the steps towards the table.

Seeing a card peeking out from the flowers she hastily grabbed it. "It's from Jax" she said. "He's wishing us a good night"

"Going to be a g-g-great night" he amended as he closed the door and shrugged off his coat.

"Yes it is" she agreed as she hung her coat on the back of the chair.

Carrying the basket to the fireplace she set it on the hearth and then pulled several large pillows from the couch and arranged them strategically. Patrick pulled the bottle of wine from where it was being chilled and gently eased the cork from the bottle. Taking hold of the two glasses, he made his way to the fireplace and settled down next to Robin against the pillows.

He filled a glass, passing it to her, before filling his own. Setting the bottle down on the hearth he sank against the cushions and drew her to him. Robin settled into his arms and dropped her head against his shoulder as she drank in the warmth of the fire. Sipping the wine, she sighed contentedly.

"I have a question for you," she began quietly.

"Oh?" he replied, dropping a kiss on her shoulder.

"When we…when we went on the picnic the first time – were you expecting it to end in sex?" She shivered as Patrick smiled against her skin.

He set his glass down and got to his feet. Seeing Robin's curious look he motioned with his hand that he was going to get his board and his pen. She smiled sympathetically in reply. She knew how much he hated not being able to express himself just as he wanted to, when he wanted to. She had every confidence that he was going to get it all back, in fact she knew his capacity to respond to a challenge was limitless, but patience had never been a strong suit for him.

Having retrieved his board he padded back towards her and settled back down. The flames from the burning logs danced brightly illuminating them both with an ethereal glow.

Expecting? No. Hoping? Yes. Robin, I wanted you as badly then as I do now.

She smiled at his candour. "Yes but you weren't in love with me then."

"Yes I w-w-was." I just didn't know it.

Her eyes widened with surprise. She had felt something shift inside her that night, that first time they were together but she had long believed it was just her. Hers had always been an open heart brimming with love and while it was difficult for her to trust people, it had always been easy for her to love. It was both a blessing and a curse. It often meant that her heart dared where angels feared to tread and when the other person – be it family or friend – couldn't or wouldn't return the feelings she wound up battered and bruised. That night, even as she was falling in to love with him, she had tried to convince herself that she wasn't. She had told herself that if she shut down her expectations and concentrated only on the hedonistic pleasures of being with him it would be a good experience for her. Feelings could be denied and ignored but they could not be stopped and that night as they made love while the rain beat down on the roof her feelings for him had taken root.

"Really?" she queried in disbelief.

He nodded and picked up his pen. I started to pursue you for the challenge and because you were the first person in a long time who was not the slightest bit swayed by my considerable charm.

Robin snickered and bussed her lips against him.

But it seemed that every time I had you figured out I would discover something new and before I knew it I found myself wanting to be in your company. I felt different around you, I felt better around you. And it scared the crap out of me so I figured if I could screw you out of my system then I could go back to being how I liked.

"You mean going back to keep people at a distance?" she asked him softly.

"Y-y-yes." I didn't believe I was good enough for you beyond a quick roll in the hay and so it was easier to keep you away than have you figure out who I really was.

With a slight tremble in her hand, she reached out and stroked his cheek, smiling as he turned his lips and pressed a kiss to it. "But I did figure out who you really are and I am amazed on a daily basis."

The apples of Patrick's cheeks flushed warmly. When his mother died and his father started down the path of self destruction, he had shut down. He had carefully constructed his armour and embraced a shallow, non-committal lifestyle so that no one would have the capacity to hurt him in any way. But somehow, some way, Robin had seen past it all and by challenging him, daring him, disagreeing with him and ultimately calling him out on his choices she had pushed him into discovering the man he really was – the one whose potential his parents had trumpeted for so long.

That night – touching you, tasting you, being wrapped up in you – I felt things in a way I had never felt before.

"It freaked you out, huh?"

"H-hell yes."

"Me too" she admitted softly. "I swore I would never fall in love again and I woke up in your arms wanting to never leave."

Circling his arms around her waist, he pulled her to him. "Don't h-h-have to." He trailed his fingers underneath her sweater, grazing her warm, bare skin.

Robin let out a pleasurable sigh at his touch and melted further against him. She turned in his arms and raising her head to meet his, caught his lips with her own. He eagerly returned her kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth. Her hands flew to his shirt and made quick work of the buttons that stood between her and his soft, bare skin. She swallowed down his moan as she pushed his shirt open and swept her hands across his chest.

Patrick slowly let go of her lips and whispered soft, feathery kisses along her cheek and down her neck. Working his tongue against the hollow of her neck, he slid his hands around her back and grabbed hold of the sweater's hem, pulling it from her body. Robin sat up, straddling his lap and smiled contentedly as he gazed longingly at her. He drew his hands along her rib cage and traced the curve of her breasts through the lacy material of her bra.

She inhaled deeply as his thumbs brushed against her hardening nipples. Not wanting barriers between them she reached behind and flicked the clasp of her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders and shimmying out of it. Feeling his arousal growing underneath her, Robin lightly rotated her hips delighting as Patrick's eyes darkened with desire. In one fluid motion, Patrick swept her underneath him and greedily covered one of her breasts with his mouth; she gasped as his tongue flicked her nipple while his other hand kneaded her other breasts. Her hands flew to his hair, pulling him closer and urging him to continue his ministrations.

She whimpered as he let go of her breast and began to kiss his way down her smooth, taut torso. He flicked open the button of her jeans and pulled them from her legs, tossing them to the side. Her hips lifted from the floor as he blew a warmth breath against her panties.

"Oh god Patrick" she rasped. A rush of warmth flooded her sex and her heart began to hammer loudly in her chest.

He smiled and blew another breath as his fingers curled through the lace panties and he pulled them from her legs. No sooner had she kicked them off then he was peppering her thighs with small kisses, working his way back to the apex. Lifting his head he watched her face as he slid two fingers inside her slick channel, loving the way her skin flushed and her eyes took on a hazy unfocused look. She needed her own breasts, pulling and tugging at her nipples. His own erection strained almost painfully at his jeans and he shifted trying to make himself more comfortable.

His hand languidly pumped in and out, ignoring her silent pleas to go faster. He brought her as close to the edge as he could before reluctantly pulling out; she mewled at the loss of contact. Reaching out with her hand she stroked his evident arousal, her eyes dancing as she felt him twitch in response.

"I'm going to need you out of those pants" she told him seductively.

Flashing a lazy smile, Patrick rose to his feet and let them drop to the floor. He placed his hands on his hips and waggled his eyebrows at her as his erection sprang forth. Her fingertips danced along the glistening head before tracing it's length.

"It's so beautiful" she said hoarsely.

"So are y-y-you."

She curled her hand around his shaft and slowly pumped it. "Come show me" she encouraged, loving the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head as she continued to stroke him.

Sinking to his knees Patrick reached for his jeans and pulled a condom from his back pocket. He quickly tore open the packet and sheathed himself before slowly, lazily crawling up towards her. He settled himself on top of her, his erection pressing against her legs and as she opened herself up to him, he plunged deep inside.

"Fuck!" Robin gasped.

Patrick seized her mouth with his own, his tongue thrusting in time with his body as Robin sat up, wrapping her arms around his back and pressing herself into him. She swore she could feel his heart beating in time with his as her hips met his thrust for thrust. Pleasure surged through both their bodies as they hurtled towards their climaxes.

"L-love you" Patrick panted as she bit down on his shoulder.

Robin shuddered first as she was awash in pleasure and Patrick followed close behind with one last powerful thrust in to her.

Her eyes flew open and met his; his mouth hung open, panting.

"Patrick?" she asked breathlessly.

"R-robin?"

"Shit!" she exclaimed pushing him off of her.

The condom had broken.