Chapter 210

Just a little of that human touch

Walking through the front door Patrick called out for Robin and Kathleen but got no response. It had been a long day at the hospital but then again he found any day that took him away from his girlfriend and their daughter to be interminably long. Having made his way to the kitchen, he dropped his bag on a chair and loosened his tie. An opened bottle of wine caught his attention and as he approached the counter, he saw a single wine glass and a note, in Robin's distinctive handwriting, resting against it.

I'm upstairs. Come and join me. xoxo R.

A knowing smile formed on his lips as he filled his glass. Taking hold of it, he headed back down the hallway. He quietly climbed the staircase and having reached the master bedroom, leaned against the doorway and smiled. Robin, propped against the pillows, clad only in a red satin robe cradled her wine glass in her hand.

"I've been waiting for you" she purred.

Patrick playfully cocked an eyebrow, "Really?"

She nodded. "Kathleen's Grandpa Mac wanted some quality time with her and is keeping her for a few hours."

"I see," he mused as he took several steps into the bedroom. "So what you are saying is that we have no responsibilities for the next several hours?"

Robin shook her head. "No, we have one responsibility - to get reacquainted. So are you just going to stand there being coy or are you going to join me on this bed any time soon?"

"Have I mentioned how hot you are when you're bossy?" Setting his wine glass down on the nightstand, he toed off his shoes and pulled off his tie. He kept his eyes locked on Robin's as he fingers nimbly freed the buttons on his shirt. Letting it slide from his shoulders, he smirked as she licked her lips. Slinging his hands on his hips he grinned.

"Like what you see?"

Kneeling up, Robin nodded and beckoned him with one finger. "I do. I like that you still somehow seem to find time to hit the heavy bag."

Crawling towards her, he shrugged. "Just trying to make sure you don't go off me." The closer he got to her, the throatier his voice became.

With her arms outstretched, she slid them over his shoulders and drew him closer. "I could never go off you but I'm pretty sure I'm going to get off with you."

Patrick blushed at her boldness. It had been three weeks since he had admitted to her the difficulty he was having reconciling her newfound status as a mother with the deep desire he felt for her. They had talked about it a few more times but he still was not quite able to get out of his own way. Robin finally realized that sometimes you just had to take matters into your own hands and planned on reminding him that she could be a feisty lover along with a loving mother.

Now nearly pressed together, both kneeling, she gasped as his finger trailed lazily down her breast over the cool satin to her already erect nipple.

"You've got quite a dirty mind Scorpio" he told her huskily.

Her mouth closed over his, her fingers curling through the fine hair at the nape of his neck. Patrick moaned as she deepened the kiss. His tongue was almost tentative but hers was insistent and determined, thrusting in his mouth as she pushed him back against the pillows. Swinging a leg over she straddled her hips and pressed her hands to his chest as they continued to kiss wantonly.

Patrick's hands immediately found her waist and tugged impatiently as the slippery tie holding her robe together. Robin smiled as her robe fell open and revealed her body to him. His hands crested the curve of her hips and moved upwards toward her breasts. Palming them, he dragged his thumbs over her nipples and was rewarded with soft bite on his lower lip in response. Delicious shivers worked their way through her body as he pulled his mouth away from hers and suckled softly on her neck. Abandoning herself to the sensations that had been too long dormant in her body, Robin's hands swept across his chest, her fingernails digging lightly into his shoulders. Needing to taste him again she went in search of his mouth, tangling her tongue around his when she found it.

He groaned as her hips undulated against his, his arousal straining painfully against his pants. The tie of her robe slipped from its loops and sailed delicately to the bed. The flash of red caught Robin's eye and as an idea flashed in her mind, a smile appeared on her lips. Reluctantly taking her hands away from him, she picked up the tie with one hand and held it up to him.

"Do you trust me?" she whispered.

Looking from her to the silk tie and back again, he nodded. "Always."

"Put your hands over your head" she commanded.

His erection throbbed insistently at the tone in her voice. With his eyes locked on hers he raised his hands over his head and laid perfectly still as she quickly wrapped the cool silky material around his wrists before threading it through the spindles on of the headboard. She kissed his cheeks, his neck and dragged her tongue along his collar bone. With his eyes clenched shut a low growl escaped from the back of his throat. She rotated her hips over his and looked at his bare torso as her personal playground. She shrugged off her robe and tossed it to the side before returning her ministrations to his chest. She nibbled and sucked and kissed and tasted every square inch of his skin as she worked her way down to his pants. Slowly, almost painfully so, she undid his belt and the button to his pants before sliding her hand inside and cupping him.

"Jesus" he panted, his hips coming off the bed and pushing into her hand. It was hard to tell which was driving him crazier - not being in control or not being able to touch her - either way she was pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Removing her hand, she tugged his pants down his legs and let them drop off the side of the bed. Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his very obvious arousal and smiled as he jerked in response to her warm breath floating through his boxers.

"You are so hard" she said as if it was news to him.

His breathing was bordering on ragged as he stared at her. "You...you've made me this way," he replied, "I guess what I want to know is what you're going to do about it?"

With a feline smile, she curled her hands through the waistband of his boxers and slowly peeled them away from him. She felt him shudder as his arousal sprang forth. "I'm thinking I might do this," she told him, wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft and stroking him lightly.

Her touch was driving him wild and he tried to press further against her in a slient request for more. Dropping her hands, much to his frustration, she kissed his thighs, her tongue drawing small, precise circles against his skin.

"Robin" he pleaded.

Reaching into the nightstand, she pulled out a condom and sheathed him before taking his full length in her mouth.

"Fuck" he moaned, beginning to writhe and strain against his restraints. "Robin, I'm ...I'm not going to last - please untie me"

Looking up at him from underneath his eyelashes and knowing how close his was, she continued to tease him with her tongue until he was almost past the point of no return. Letting go of him with a pop, she crawled back up his body and quickly untied the knot, freeing his hands. He moved with lightning speed, sweeping her underneath him, spreading her legs so she cradled him with her hips and thrusting deep and hard inside of her.

Their bodies found their natural rhthym together and they moved as one as their mouths feasted hungrily on each other. They pushed towards their climaxes with urgency and need, their cries filling the bedroom. Both stilled before shuddering and coming hard. Patrick collapsed breathlessly on top of her. As he regained his bearings he rolled off of her but wrapped her in his arms.

"That...that was amazing" he told her as he kissed her forehead.

She nodded. "And we are officially two months from our wedding day today - consider it an early present."

"Do you.....do you think married sex is going to be this good?" he asked, threading his fingers through her hair.

"I'm pretty sure it's going to be better" she stated. "But we should make sure we get lots of practice in just to be sure."

Closing his mouth over hers, Patrick kissed her with a languid passion. "You know what they say."

"No, what?"

"Practice makes perfect."