Distractions
"Miss Mills," sighed Crane gruffly, trying to keep himself under control. He shifted on the couch trying to make space between Abbie and himself. They'd started out playing an innocent game of checkers, but were now dangerously close. He was flummoxed about how it happened, but her proximity was wearing at the strength of his 18th century sensibilities. Her thin shirt kept riding up and revealing a sliver of her taut abdomen. Her skin looked so soft and so inviting.
He shook his head in order to rid himself of his impure thoughts and ran a nervous hand through his hair. He was feeling uncharacteristically amorous and apparently so was the lieutenant. Had some demon or witch cast a spell on them without their knowledge? Regardless, he was determined to be courteous and respectful. In no way would he ever violate her.
"I hardly think that…" he began, but lost his train of thought halfway when he saw Abbie gazing up at him. She was giving him a look of mirth and possibly lust. Her eyes reflected in the light from the cabin's fireplace and she bit her lip in the way that she didn't know drove him crazy. She moved one of her pieces on the board.
"Crane, you lose," said Abbie rejoicing her win, still looking straight at him, "I win for the first time in history. Take that Mr. Eidetic memory." She grabbed him in the side playfully and gently squeezed. Her fingers sent an odd tingling sensation through his body. She scooted closer their thighs now touching. He could feel warmth radiating from her body.
He began again, afraid that he would lose his composure and self control later on "Lieutenant, I hardly think that this is appropriate for us to be engaging in this type of behavior."
She rose her eyebrows in response and scooted away a little. She feigned surprise.
"What type of behavior? The type of behavior of when you lose?' she questioned, casually tucking her hair behind her ear, even though she already knew the answer. She just wanted to hear him say it, see him squirm.
He felt as disoriented as if he had been thrown into yet another foreign time. Was Abigail Mills, his partner against the impending Apocalypse, openly flirting with him? Ok, maybe not openly since they were in the cabin, but still.
"No, immodest behavior," he finished, "You owe me a rematch. You used immodest and flirtatious behavior in order to distract me. That was your tactic. I've figured you out. You're absolutely devious." muttered Crane.
"What's that? Is that a sore loser I hear?"
"No," he grunted, "It's just,"
"It's just what?"mocked Abbie. She had taken winning into her own hands, "Don't forget loser does dishes." She stuck out her tongue at him, laughing.
He reached over towards Abbie intending to give her a taste of her own medicine. He pulled her onto his lap and she squeaked in surprise trying to squirm out of his firm grasp, but he didn't relent. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brushed his fingers against the exposed skin on her side. Abbie gasped.
"Lieutenant, join me in dish duty, yes?"
"Uhhh…" mumbled Abbie momentarily flustered by the turn of events.
"Ah, I'm delighted you agree. See how easily your wits can leave you with these types of distractions?"
Suddenly The side door flew open and Jenny burst in holding a giant brown paper bag.
"I know you guys have probably already eaten, but I brought desserts. Pie and donuts and ice cream- We should definitely be celebrating considering the baddie we took down this week."
She put the bag down finally spying them on the couch.
"Do you guys need a room? Beacause…" she joked. Cranes cheeks began to redden, his previous boldness eluding him. He had spend enough time in this century to know what that meant.
"I assure you we do not. Abigail was just agreeing to do the dishes with me."
"Right Abbie?"