Disclaimer: ABC and Shonda Rhimes own the characters. I'm just taking them out for a spin.

Summary: This story takes place after the events of the season 2 finale and spins off to an AU. Abby/David romance/angst. I have a whole story planned, this is just the first chapter.

Rating: MA, adults only

Abby knocked on David's door. This was a bad idea. It was a bad idea every time, yet here she was again. Maybe he wasn't home. It would be better that way. No sex, no talking, no emotions, no tingling between her thighs afterwards. No awkward looks later. No sex would also mean there would be no sleepless what-if-night ahead of her. She could drive home, make herself a cup of chamomile tea and curl up in front of the TV for an hour. Forget about work, forget about David, forget about the mess her life was.

Just as Abby was about to turn away and head back to the elevator she heard the lock clicking and found herself looking at a tired looking David wearing briefs and a gray t-shirt. The same t-shirt she had slept in while they had been dating.

"Abby…" he got out before she stepped in and closed the door behind her. She was so close to him she could feel his body heat. She removed his glasses and put them on the table next to his car keys and wallet. "Shhh…" she whispered as she caressed his chin and cheek slowly. She moved closer still and pulled his hips close to hers. She leaned her forehead against his and closed her eyes, breathing in his scent. "Abby…" he started again but she put a finger on his lips to silence him. She didn't want to talk because there was nothing to talk about. This was just sex. She moved her lips close to his ear and blew gently on his neck. He was turned on. It was always like this between them. One of them made a move and the other one was instantly turned on. The sex had always been amazing between the two of them.

Moving her head back so that their foreheads were touching again, Abby closed the distance between their lips. She sought access to his mouth and when granted, ran her tongue against the soft inside of David's lower lip. His hands found their way to her waist and he pulled her tightly against him. She could feel his desire against her lower abdomen. She could feel herself getting wet at the though of him entering her soon. He caressed her right breast softly and she felt the nipple grow so hard it was painful. He kept rubbing her nipple through the bra as Abby gently caressed his growing erection through his briefs. "Abby…" he panted in between kisses. "David… I…" she felt like she was going to explode if she couldn't have him inside her right away. She reached in his briefs and her hand met with silky smooth male hardness. He was ready for her and she had been fantasizing about this moment since their fingers had brushed against each other earlier in the office when he passed her the milk for her coffee.

She felt his hand slipping under her skirt and rubbing lightly against her clit through her panties. She was sure he could feel the wetness through the panties. She was so ready for him. "David… please… I need…" she whispered brokenly. He walked her a few steps backwards and lowered her on her back on the living room couch and quickly slipped out of his briefs. They rarely undressed for these quick encounters. Undressing would mean things were personal and this was not personal. This had nothing to do with feelings and these encounters meant nothing to either of them other than sexual fulfillment. He pulled her skirt up and she quickly slipped out of her panties. She felt him probing at her entrance. He slowly entered her and started thrusting. "David" she whispered and tried to wiggle closer to him. He slowly built up speed and then slowed down again when he felt her nearing her climax. She was so close to climaxing she was trembling under him. "David…" she was barely able to whisper. He kept thrusting steadily until her climax brought him over the edge and he came hard. It was always like this with Abby. He hadn't had any other sexual partners since they had started having sex again after their break up.

He collapsed onto her, feeling sated and utterly spent. Sweat from his chest and forehead had soaked into her blue silk blouse. Barely able to lift his head, he looked at her profile. She never seemed to be able to meet his eye after their encounters.

Abby kept looking at the ceiling, David's bookshelf, TV and DVDs. She looked anywhere but in his eyes. This was always the worst moment. There was such tenderness in his eyes. Tenderness that she yearned to see, but he refused to acknowledge. He didn't have feelings for her, not anymore. That's what he had told her a month ago and what he kept telling her with his actions after these encounters. He could not let himself love someone whom he could not trust and she had broken his trust in her by stealing the memory card. She should leave now. She should leave as soon as possible and not come back again.

"I… I should probably go" she mumbled, still avoiding his eye. "Yeah, you probably should" he said, looking at her tangled red hair and almost wincing at the harshness in his own voice. This woman had destroyed his career and things were so incredibly complicated when it came to Abby.

He reached for his briefs and slipped back into them. She stood up, feeling his seed running down her thighs. She needed to use the bathroom before she left or she would ruin the skirt.

"I'll just uh… use your bathroom if that's all right?" she mumbled again, looking at the floor, couch, her feet, anywhere but his eyes.

"Yeah, sure. You know where it is."

In the bathroom, wiping his semen off her thighs, Abby wondered how it was possible for two people to be so intimate, yet so distant at the same time. They barely saw each other now that David was the attorney general and had moved into his own office again. Today, he had come to the Pope and associates office to discuss a client with Olivia, and Abby had realized how much she missed just having him around. Not that they had talked much during the time that he had been around at the office. It had mostly been quick sex at either his or her place, the conference room or kitchen counter.

Abby looked at herself in the mirror and hated the weak woman she saw. There she was, convincing herself that she had no feelings for David and that it was the mind-blowing orgasms she was after, rather than anything emotional. She gently touched one finger to his aftershave bottle sitting next to the sink. The smell brought tears to her eyes because it reminded her of the time when she had come to his place after listening to his voice all night telling her he loved her.

"Abby? You ok in there?" she heard David calling from the other side of the door.

"Be right out" she called and wiped the tears from her eyes. She saw the sweat stains on her blouse and felt the tears forming again. She put on a brave face and opened the door.

He could see right away that she was not ok. It was dim in the apartment, but he could see that she had unshed tears in her eyes. He held up her panties and she accepted them from him without looking him in the eye. She slipped them on quickly and smoothed down her skirt. "Abby…" he gently said and touched her arm when she was reaching for her purse. "Hey… I… I didn't hurt you did I?" he gently moved his hand under her chin forcing her to meet his gaze.

"No of… of course not David" she said and forced her mouth into a smile. "It was a pleasure as always" she forced herself to say.

Physically it had been a pleasure, and emotionally she was worse off than she had been for a long time. She was an emotional wreck after every encounter, yet she could not stay away from him. Refusing to meet his eyes again, she grabbed her purse from the table and stood there awkwardly. She wanted to say something. She wanted a hug, a kiss, a caress on the cheek or some sign that told her that David felt something other than hatred towards her. She turned and unlocked the door. "See you around" she managed without looking at him. He didn't reply, but she heard him lock the door after her. In the elevator, she let the tears flow.