Title: All for You

Pairing: Ichabod Crane and Abbie Mills (Ichabbie)

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: Part One: Ichabod spies on Abbie while she's sleeping; she provides insight about what she really thinks of him. Part Two: Abbie wakes up to find Crane in her bed.

Note: I wrote this after re -watching the Porch Scene again and listening to Tracy Chapman. So, I'm wondering if I should continue with it, but anyways here's part one and two. Yes, I am aware of the way I spelled Lieutenant, the way he says it (because I like it). I don't care about it's proper spelling. Sorry if that is an annoyance but it's staying that way.

Part One – Uncovering Her

Every few nights he crosses the hallway, holds his breath as he turns the doorknob. Slowly Ichabod makes his way to the right side of the bed. It's 1 am. The street light shines through her window illuminating her features as the golden light dances upon her skin.

He couldn't have imagined a more complex individual if he tried. He always knew Abbie had to be in control and her level of self-restraint is admirable but he wished that she would tell him. Tell him every miserable thought his absence plagued her with.

To talk freely again, it's what they both needed, to say the words out in the open not in the still of night when she subconsciously didn't have her guard completely up. Cringing as he looks up from his seat on the floor, she always looked so unsettled sleeping, until he touches her. Abbie's body stills, her ragged breaths become even.

She acknowledges his presence as the words come out in small breaths, her lips tremble as they form a small frown and her hands quake as she shifts uncomfortably. The strap of her sheer nightgown is off of her shoulder nearing her elbow crease, the neckline awkwardly lies under her taut nipple exposing the tender flesh of one of her breast.

It is in these wee hours that he cradles her in his arms as he listens to her tell him how much she despises him, how disappointed she is. That he didn't live up to the bond that they share. How he, as she frankly put it a few nights before "You Bitched Out"

"If I could hate you ... I try so hard, to hate you" she mumbled "You come back like it's ok, coward"

"You make me sick"

"Wish I didn't miss you"

Her eyes fluttered open but he deciphers from their glassy appearance that she is still away in dream land. Still dreaming dreams.

"Don't let her break you anymore. Didn't save your ass for this."

"She don't own you."

She always ends her ranting the same way.

"Mine" she says.

His reply is always the same, a small kiss in the palm of her hand. Sometimes she flinches as he nears her. He climbs over to her trying not to jostle the bed too much. He cannot help but admire her as his long legs easily climb in next to her tiny sleeping frame. He settles in beside her underneath the covers. Abbie takes his provided warmth in greedily as she allows herself to be held. Her face snuggled ever so closely to his chest, nearly skin to skin.

Ichabod's fingertips brush against her smooth shoulder as his thumb catches the tiny silk strap as he devours the sight of Abbie's bare silken flesh. There's warmth pooling in his core as his eyes rake over her, the streetlight from the window providing a dim glow as he tries to push away the thought of his lips on her naked skin.

What would she taste like? How would her face appear under his administrations? Would she then become unhinged?

He wanted to kiss her face until her eyes were awake with shock and lust, wanted hear his name spring out from her lips. He wanted to be the strong one, just for see that smirk again, the real satisfaction that he had seen so long ago after their first encounter when they stole the horseman's head. He wanted to be the center of her joy instead of her laments.

How, how on earth they got to this point, he wondered.

Shaking away his thoughts of desire, Ichabod began to push the little night shirt strap upward. As Abbie emits a small moan when the material brushes against her taut nipple, he licks his lips and moves the strap back to its proper place.

As Ichabod's exhaustion over takes him, the last thing he feels is her small frame as she inches closer to him, her small palm upon his chest.

Part Two- Crossing Borders

She feels strong warm arms around her. Her eyes flutter open. It's just after 6 am. Her cheek lies on the soft hair of his chest, such a familiar scent of peppermint and dove soap, the only type he wasn't allergic to. Her eyes go wide with shock. Abbie puts her hands upon his chest. Crane was so relaxed, he looked innocent. His face was had a small upturn at the corner of his lips and his arms were holding her close every inch of their bodies was entwined with one another. He held her, like nothing in the world could separate them.

Why didn't you stay?

She moves hesitantly, as she's greeted with his need pressing into her thigh. His long leg is over her, she is pent right underneath him. She can feel every inch of his morning soldier through his yoga pants.

Fuck, Crane.

He's rock solid nice long and thick. She bites her lower lip at the feel of him against her. She moves her thigh a little more enjoying his reaction. His goofy smile increases as she starts to move his leg twitches a bit, until she stops. His frown is instantaneous.

Crane damn, your ass full of surprises.

"Crane" she whispers.

I should shove his ass, right onto the floor? Why are you here?

Abbie slowly untangles her body from his. As her thighs shifts underneath him again, a rumble of approval erupts from his chest. His smile re-emerges as his hands squeeze her tighter, closer to him. She pauses against him, lets him get comfortable enough, just enough not to wake him. He whimpers as she slips out of the bed.

She takes a seat on the floor, watching him.

What the fuck is he doing?

Didn't we talk about boundaries, didn't we agree. Fences, remember that asshole.

Abbie didn't have to wait long; it was as if he missed her warmth. He moved slowly, stretching his long frame. He awoke with a yawn as his eyes blinking rapidly at the sight of her looking up at him from the floor.

"Abbie" he jumped at the sight of her.

"What the fuck are you doing in here, Crane?"

Crane replied with a sad look and a bow of his head.

"Don't act like you didn't hear me."

"Leftenant, I... I"

"Why were you in this room, in my bed? Were you spying on me?"

"No. No, not entirely, I just wanted to make sure you where home safe. I didn't see you get in last night." He moved just enough to uncover everything.

"Crane, take the pillow."

"Pillow, what ... pillow"

"Crane" she says as her eyes are glued to one spot. Following her lingering gaze he looks down at his arousal and quickly snatches the pillow towards him as he covers his Captain.

"Apologies, Leftenant, I ... I ... it's morning."

"Yeah, imagine how I felt, waking up under you" His mouth twitches at her statement.

"I have a meeting at court soon and I should get prepared" He deflects.

"Crane, this is so not over. Not even close."

"Abbie,"

"I have to be at the office soon. Tonight we're going to talk, just me and you over takeout. I want the truth Crane."

"I said,"

"Yeah, you lied. You talk about our bond, well you wrote the check and your ass better be able to cash it. Be home by seven"

"Yes, Leftenant" He nods.

Abbie looks disappointed as she says "Get the fuck out" and she shakes her head, turning her face away from him.

She hears the squeak of her Brazilian floors as he walks out. He leaves the room. He doesn't fully close the door, she hears him yell obscenities.

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