Sabrina was bone-tired from working her double shift, but she promised Will she would go for coffee with him. He was a nice guy and she did want to get to know him, but she also really wanted Felix off of her back about Patrick. He'd nearly caught them and was getting overly suspicious over their stolen glances and secret smiles and Sabrina didn't know how much she could take. When Will asked her for coffee at the start of her second shift while Fe was in earshot, Sabrina said yes before she could talk herself out of it. She'd had a feeling Patrick wouldn't be thrilled, but since they weren't a couple, he didn't really get a vote.
While she was in the shower, she heard the door open and someone shuffling around and was immediately glad for Obrect's renovations. She never took showers at GH because she valued her privacy, but now that she could have that, it made things decidedly more convenient.
When she stepped out of the shower, Sabrina was taken aback by seeing Patrick standing in front of her nearly naked. She had hoped he would still be in surgery so she could slip out without him knowing about her date and then tell him after the fact. Since her luck didn't hold out, she distracted herself from his body by making chitchat and gathering her belongings. It had amost worked until Mr Observant commented on her shower. Because she didn't have the energy to lie, Sabrina told the truth and was rewarded by Patrick's possessive reaction - which secretly thrilled her.
Sabina knew the deal. She really did. But the more time spent with Patrick - in his life, his arms and his bed - the more she longed for what had been ripped away. She'd been working overtime to keep her feelings out of it and hold Patrick at arm's length, but (despite appearances) wasn't doing so hot. The lust consumed her as the love stealthily crept back into her heart. The fact that her hands were full was the only thing keeping her from ripping that towel off.
Sabrina tried to convince herself to walk past him, but his few steps toward her and his hand brushing her hair away stopped her. The look on his face detailed his struggle to keep his emotions in check, just as her breathing did for her. When she lost her battle and leaned in, begging for what she desired, Patrick obliged. Heedless of their location, Sabina dropped her stuff the second his mouth landed on hers, wrapped her arms around his neck and plastered her body to his.
Sabrina could feel the evidence of his desire and found herself pulling him back into the stall she'd just vacated. Once inside, she maneuvered their positions so she could yank the curtain closed. Never once parting, she removed his towel, pushed him against the wall and allowed her hands to roam freely all over his body. Moments later, Patrick abruptly broke their kiss and pushed her away from him to rip the robe from her shoulders. He looked his fill as it puddled beneath their feet and then hauled Sabrina back to him with one hand as he turned on the water with the other.
Sabrina was on fire as Patrick touched and kissed her in the places he knew she loved as water rained down on their joined bodies. Not wanting to burn alone, she leaned on the wall of the stall for support and used her legs to pull him closer while making expert use of her hands and lips. In the recesses of her mind, she heard the locker room door open, but she was too far gone to care. As tentative steps made their way toward the shower, Patrick caught Sabrina's scream with an all-consuming kiss. Sated, Sabrina leaned her head against the wall behind her as Patrick nuzzled her neck in a quest to calm his breathing.
Unfortunately, Sabrina was brought out of her reverie when she heard. "Yo, Puerto Rico! You haven't drowned in there, have you?"