Ficlet: Afternoon Delight (GH, Robin/Patrick, Lana Verse)
Title: Afternoon Delight
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 46 - Silence
Pairing/Character(s): Robin/Patrick, Lana
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: So not mine. If they were, we'd get scenes like this on the show.
Word Count: 848
Spoilers/Warnings: It's all AU.
Summary: Two days worth of stubble covered his chin, and he had a hand tucked under the side of his head as he slept, something that was apparently genetic, as Lana slept exactly the same way most of the time.
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus.
Robin unlocked the front door of the house and stepped inside. “Hello?” she called out. She was surprised by the silence that greeted her in response. Usually the house bustled with activity, regardless of time of day.
She set her keys down on the table next to the door and shrugged off her briefcase and purse, setting them next to the door. She kicked off her heels and padded barefoot up the staircase to her and Patrick’s bedroom, wanting to get out of the suit she’d worn for the meeting about her latest grant proposal. She hummed softly as she walked into the bedroom and was in the process of slipping out of her suit coat, when she was stopped in her tracks by what she saw on the bed.
Patrick had been pressed into back to back emergency surgeries and had been at the hospital for what seemed like forever without being able to get home for a break. Now he was sprawled out on top of the bed, still dressed in a pair of scrubs and clearly so exhausted that he hadn’t even bothered to take the time to climb in under the covers. Two days worth of stubble covered his chin, and he had a hand tucked under the side of his head as he slept, something that was apparently genetic, as Lana slept exactly the same way most of the time.
She smiled softly at the sight of him. After years of marriage, and a child besides, it still amazed her that just the sight of him could take her breath away. She finished slipping out of her jacket and hooked it on the back of the chair at her vanity.
Robin climbed onto the bed, settling next to Patrick, careful not to wake him up. Automatically he rolled towards her, throwing his other arm around her body. Soon, Robin’s breath leveled out and she joined Patrick in a deep sleep.
*
A few hours later, Robin’s eyes slowly opened. She blinked a few times, and glanced over at the alarm clock on the night stand. She stared, aghast, at the time for a few seconds, then tried to slip out from under Patrick’s arm. She hadn’t meant to sleep for so long. She needed to get downstairs and start dinner before Lana got home from whichever activity she was at today.
The arm around her waist wasn’t cooperating, however. The more Robin tried to wriggle out from underneath it, the tighter its grip became. Finally she gave up and rolled over to find Patrick’s amused face smiling at her, sleep and amusement warring for dominance in his eyes.
“Thought you’d play one of your funny jokes did you?” Robin teased, sliding her body back towards his.
“I did.” Patrick’s dimple winked out. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Robin returned, smiling back at him. She scooted up the bed to kiss him lightly, but Patrick had other ideas. He pressed Robin onto her back, and kissed her intently. Robin wound her hands into his hair as she kissed him back, and Patrick started to untuck the shell she’d worn with her suit, sliding his hands beneath it.
He didn’t get any further than that, though, because a small figure jumping onto the edge of the bed, caused both Robin and Patrick to cease what they were doing and look for the source of the interruption.
Lana’s smiling face greeted them and as Patrick rolled over onto his back, Lana jumped on top of him.
“Daddy, daddy!” she chanted happily. “You’re finally home!”
He laughed, frustration and amusement both present in the sound. “I am.” He tickled Lana’s sides lightly and the little girl shrieked with laughter. “Did you miss me?”
“No,” she gasped between giggles. She looked over at her mother, pleading. “Mommy, help me!”
Robin looked over innocently at her daughter flailing about. “Help you with what?”
“Mommy!” Lana begged.
“Oh, alright.” Robin reached over and pulled Lana out of Patrick’s grasp and settled her in between them. She smoothed the stray hairs back from her daughters forehead, and noted that Lana was still dressed in her clothes for dance class. “You should go change, baby girl.”
Lana’s nose wrinkled. “I’m not a baby.”
Robin laughed and pulled Lana into a bear hug, pressing kisses all over her face. “Ah, but you’re my baby.” She swatted Lana’s butt lightly. “Now get going.”
“Okay.” Lana climbed off her parents bed, choosing the route that went directly over Patrick’s legs. She ran out of the room, and her parents watched her go, amusement written on their faces.
Robin scooted back over to Patrick’s side, laying her head on his chest. They laid there for a long moment, Patrick stroking Robin’s hair gently.
Finally Robin looked up at Patrick and said wryly, “So much for the quiet, huh?”
Patrick laughed, pressed a kiss to Robin’s forehead, and in unison, they both rolled out of bed, knowing that their interlude was over.
Silence might be golden, but no one had ever managed to convince a six year old of that.
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 46 - Silence
Pairing/Character(s): Robin/Patrick, Lana
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: So not mine. If they were, we'd get scenes like this on the show.
Word Count: 848
Spoilers/Warnings: It's all AU.
Summary: Two days worth of stubble covered his chin, and he had a hand tucked under the side of his head as he slept, something that was apparently genetic, as Lana slept exactly the same way most of the time.
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus.
Robin unlocked the front door of the house and stepped inside. “Hello?” she called out. She was surprised by the silence that greeted her in response. Usually the house bustled with activity, regardless of time of day.
She set her keys down on the table next to the door and shrugged off her briefcase and purse, setting them next to the door. She kicked off her heels and padded barefoot up the staircase to her and Patrick’s bedroom, wanting to get out of the suit she’d worn for the meeting about her latest grant proposal. She hummed softly as she walked into the bedroom and was in the process of slipping out of her suit coat, when she was stopped in her tracks by what she saw on the bed.
Patrick had been pressed into back to back emergency surgeries and had been at the hospital for what seemed like forever without being able to get home for a break. Now he was sprawled out on top of the bed, still dressed in a pair of scrubs and clearly so exhausted that he hadn’t even bothered to take the time to climb in under the covers. Two days worth of stubble covered his chin, and he had a hand tucked under the side of his head as he slept, something that was apparently genetic, as Lana slept exactly the same way most of the time.
She smiled softly at the sight of him. After years of marriage, and a child besides, it still amazed her that just the sight of him could take her breath away. She finished slipping out of her jacket and hooked it on the back of the chair at her vanity.
Robin climbed onto the bed, settling next to Patrick, careful not to wake him up. Automatically he rolled towards her, throwing his other arm around her body. Soon, Robin’s breath leveled out and she joined Patrick in a deep sleep.
*
A few hours later, Robin’s eyes slowly opened. She blinked a few times, and glanced over at the alarm clock on the night stand. She stared, aghast, at the time for a few seconds, then tried to slip out from under Patrick’s arm. She hadn’t meant to sleep for so long. She needed to get downstairs and start dinner before Lana got home from whichever activity she was at today.
The arm around her waist wasn’t cooperating, however. The more Robin tried to wriggle out from underneath it, the tighter its grip became. Finally she gave up and rolled over to find Patrick’s amused face smiling at her, sleep and amusement warring for dominance in his eyes.
“Thought you’d play one of your funny jokes did you?” Robin teased, sliding her body back towards his.
“I did.” Patrick’s dimple winked out. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Robin returned, smiling back at him. She scooted up the bed to kiss him lightly, but Patrick had other ideas. He pressed Robin onto her back, and kissed her intently. Robin wound her hands into his hair as she kissed him back, and Patrick started to untuck the shell she’d worn with her suit, sliding his hands beneath it.
He didn’t get any further than that, though, because a small figure jumping onto the edge of the bed, caused both Robin and Patrick to cease what they were doing and look for the source of the interruption.
Lana’s smiling face greeted them and as Patrick rolled over onto his back, Lana jumped on top of him.
“Daddy, daddy!” she chanted happily. “You’re finally home!”
He laughed, frustration and amusement both present in the sound. “I am.” He tickled Lana’s sides lightly and the little girl shrieked with laughter. “Did you miss me?”
“No,” she gasped between giggles. She looked over at her mother, pleading. “Mommy, help me!”
Robin looked over innocently at her daughter flailing about. “Help you with what?”
“Mommy!” Lana begged.
“Oh, alright.” Robin reached over and pulled Lana out of Patrick’s grasp and settled her in between them. She smoothed the stray hairs back from her daughters forehead, and noted that Lana was still dressed in her clothes for dance class. “You should go change, baby girl.”
Lana’s nose wrinkled. “I’m not a baby.”
Robin laughed and pulled Lana into a bear hug, pressing kisses all over her face. “Ah, but you’re my baby.” She swatted Lana’s butt lightly. “Now get going.”
“Okay.” Lana climbed off her parents bed, choosing the route that went directly over Patrick’s legs. She ran out of the room, and her parents watched her go, amusement written on their faces.
Robin scooted back over to Patrick’s side, laying her head on his chest. They laid there for a long moment, Patrick stroking Robin’s hair gently.
Finally Robin looked up at Patrick and said wryly, “So much for the quiet, huh?”
Patrick laughed, pressed a kiss to Robin’s forehead, and in unison, they both rolled out of bed, knowing that their interlude was over.
Silence might be golden, but no one had ever managed to convince a six year old of that.