Ficlet: Sugar High (GH, Robin/Patrick, Lanaverse)
Title: Sugar High
Author: empressearwig
Claim: Robin/Patrick
Fandom: General Hospital
Theme: 4 - Sugar High
Disclaimer: Robin and Patrick do not belong to me, Matt does.
“We’re home!” Patrick called out as he pushed open the front door and stepped inside. Matt dashed inside in front of him, almost tripping Patrick.
Robin stuck her head out of the office. “Did you guys have a good time?”
Matt ran into the office and flopped down on the couch chattering excitedly. “It was the best, Mom! We got to watch all the races and Dad got this driver to let me sit in his car for awhile and it was awesome!”
Robin noticed that Matt was practically vibrating. “I see,” she said solemnly. “I’m glad you had a good time.”
Patrick walked into the office and bent down to give her a swift kiss. “We really did,” Patrick confirmed with a grin. “You should have come with.”
“I think I’ll have to next time,” she murmured. She looked up at Patrick. “Did he eat anything today that wasn’t 100% sugar?”
Patrick looked guilty. “Yes?”
She raised an eyebrow. “And that would be…”
“Hot dogs aren’t 100% sugar,” Patrick defended. At Robin’s not amused expression, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her head. “It was a race! You’re supposed to eat junk food. Besides, I seem to recall you doing exactly that on more than a few occasions.”
“I’m not a six year old boy, and I know my limits.” She nodded her head towards Matt, who was flopping around on the couch lost in his own world. “You’re going to have to scrape him off the ceiling in a little while to get him off the sugar high he’s on right now.”
“I can hear you, you know,” Matt piped up from the couch. “Mom, I didn’t have that much junk food, I swear.”
“See?” Patrick crowed, smirking down at Robin. “Thanks for the save, buddy.”
“Well if that’s true, I’m sure you won’t mind being in charge of bedtime tonight.” Robin smiled sweetly up at Patrick. “Right?”
“Of course not,” Patrick said with more confidence than he felt. “Piece of cake.”
Robin laughed and patted him on the chest. “You have fun with that. I’m going to go get a glass of wine and take a nice relaxing bath. Maybe if things go smoothly you can come scrub my back.” She sauntered out of the room, hips swaying lightly.
Patrick watched her walk away and gulped. He turned to Matt. “So sport, what do you say, ready to start getting ready for bed?”
Matt shook his head furiously. “Not yet,” he pleaded. “It’s early and it’s the weekend, can’t I stay up late?”
Patrick glanced down at his watch. “It’s already past your bedtime,” he pointed out. “Even for the weekend.”
“Please Dad?” Matt’s lower lip slid out into a pout.
Patrick knew that upstairs Robin was laughing at him. “No,” he said firmly. “Upstairs and into your pajamas now. And brush your teeth.”
Matt slid off the couch, scowl on his face. “This sucks,” he grumbled, as he started out of the office and up the stairs.
Choosing to pretend he hadn’t heard that, Patrick trailed along after his son, as they made the climb up the stairs.
*
An hour later, when Patrick finally emerged from Matt’s bedroom, he hurried down the hall hoping to still find Robin in the tub. At the sight of her propped up on pillows against the headboard of their bed, his face slid into a pout. “You managed to reach all your hard to reach places without me?” he pouted, throwing himself onto the bed and propping himself up on one elbow to look at her.
She reached out a hand to stroke his face, running her thumb across his lower lip. “I’m afraid I did.” She smirked. “How’d things go with Matthew?”
“You just want me to admit that you were right,” he accused, pout turning into a scowl, much the way Matt’s face had changed when Patrick made him go to bed.
The smirk turned into a grin. “Would I do that?” she gasped, a touch of fake offense in her voice. “I think I’m hurt by that.”
Patrick laughed, and pulled the book out of Robin’s hands. “Baby, you live to be right.” He rolled on top of her and pressed a swift kiss to her lips.
Robin’s hands wound into his hair, and she kissed him back eagerly.
She wanted to have her own kind of sugar high.
Author: empressearwig
Claim: Robin/Patrick
Fandom: General Hospital
Theme: 4 - Sugar High
Disclaimer: Robin and Patrick do not belong to me, Matt does.
“We’re home!” Patrick called out as he pushed open the front door and stepped inside. Matt dashed inside in front of him, almost tripping Patrick.
Robin stuck her head out of the office. “Did you guys have a good time?”
Matt ran into the office and flopped down on the couch chattering excitedly. “It was the best, Mom! We got to watch all the races and Dad got this driver to let me sit in his car for awhile and it was awesome!”
Robin noticed that Matt was practically vibrating. “I see,” she said solemnly. “I’m glad you had a good time.”
Patrick walked into the office and bent down to give her a swift kiss. “We really did,” Patrick confirmed with a grin. “You should have come with.”
“I think I’ll have to next time,” she murmured. She looked up at Patrick. “Did he eat anything today that wasn’t 100% sugar?”
Patrick looked guilty. “Yes?”
She raised an eyebrow. “And that would be…”
“Hot dogs aren’t 100% sugar,” Patrick defended. At Robin’s not amused expression, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her head. “It was a race! You’re supposed to eat junk food. Besides, I seem to recall you doing exactly that on more than a few occasions.”
“I’m not a six year old boy, and I know my limits.” She nodded her head towards Matt, who was flopping around on the couch lost in his own world. “You’re going to have to scrape him off the ceiling in a little while to get him off the sugar high he’s on right now.”
“I can hear you, you know,” Matt piped up from the couch. “Mom, I didn’t have that much junk food, I swear.”
“See?” Patrick crowed, smirking down at Robin. “Thanks for the save, buddy.”
“Well if that’s true, I’m sure you won’t mind being in charge of bedtime tonight.” Robin smiled sweetly up at Patrick. “Right?”
“Of course not,” Patrick said with more confidence than he felt. “Piece of cake.”
Robin laughed and patted him on the chest. “You have fun with that. I’m going to go get a glass of wine and take a nice relaxing bath. Maybe if things go smoothly you can come scrub my back.” She sauntered out of the room, hips swaying lightly.
Patrick watched her walk away and gulped. He turned to Matt. “So sport, what do you say, ready to start getting ready for bed?”
Matt shook his head furiously. “Not yet,” he pleaded. “It’s early and it’s the weekend, can’t I stay up late?”
Patrick glanced down at his watch. “It’s already past your bedtime,” he pointed out. “Even for the weekend.”
“Please Dad?” Matt’s lower lip slid out into a pout.
Patrick knew that upstairs Robin was laughing at him. “No,” he said firmly. “Upstairs and into your pajamas now. And brush your teeth.”
Matt slid off the couch, scowl on his face. “This sucks,” he grumbled, as he started out of the office and up the stairs.
Choosing to pretend he hadn’t heard that, Patrick trailed along after his son, as they made the climb up the stairs.
*
An hour later, when Patrick finally emerged from Matt’s bedroom, he hurried down the hall hoping to still find Robin in the tub. At the sight of her propped up on pillows against the headboard of their bed, his face slid into a pout. “You managed to reach all your hard to reach places without me?” he pouted, throwing himself onto the bed and propping himself up on one elbow to look at her.
She reached out a hand to stroke his face, running her thumb across his lower lip. “I’m afraid I did.” She smirked. “How’d things go with Matthew?”
“You just want me to admit that you were right,” he accused, pout turning into a scowl, much the way Matt’s face had changed when Patrick made him go to bed.
The smirk turned into a grin. “Would I do that?” she gasped, a touch of fake offense in her voice. “I think I’m hurt by that.”
Patrick laughed, and pulled the book out of Robin’s hands. “Baby, you live to be right.” He rolled on top of her and pressed a swift kiss to her lips.
Robin’s hands wound into his hair, and she kissed him back eagerly.
She wanted to have her own kind of sugar high.