"Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust." - Marquis de Sade
[Abby and Connors Flat – 10:00 p.m.]
-Abby's Point of View –
Connor was working late (possibly overnight) again at the ARC working on something Phillip had given him to do. I felt more than a little disappointed that he wasn't here with me – honestly, he should be considering less than 24 hours ago I had come dangerously close to becoming raptor kibble.
I was standing at the kitchen sink washing my dishes from the complicated pasta recipe I had made for myself. It was when I was putting the last plate away that I got a icy chill down my spine…that primordial almost paranoid feeling that you get when you know you're being watched.
Slowly I turned around to glance into the living room that was illumined faintly from the light in the kitchen – I discovered that my instincts had been correct, there was something watching me … it was Becker.
He was lounging on the couch looking very relaxed; his gaze bore into mine, his brandy brown eyes stormy, hair a little bit disheveled than I was use to seeing, he was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. He had a smirk on this lips that I really hadn't seen on him before.
Seeing him sitting there I only suffered minor heart attack. Any person with a normal functioning brain would cry out in terror at having a guy come into your house unannounced, still, I didn't cry out because…well…it's Becker. We started at each other for I don't know how long, that smirk never left his lips.
"Uh…can I help you?" I asked feeling exquisitely stupid, not that I could help it – he was starting to make me nervous.
"I decided that you and I should talk." He said in that military deadpan of his.
It was at this precise moment that I became aware of what I was wearing…or to put it more accurately- what I wasn't. I was only in my underwear and a flimsy tank top.
"Uh, sure, just let me go get something on…" I explained taking a few retreating steps back.
"Please don't change simply on my account." His already deep voice turned practically baritone.
I involuntarily gulped; it always unsettled me when he used that tone.
Authors Note: There are not many Abby/Becker parings, in my opinion I think the apparent tension coupled with the apparent affection you see between them in the many episodes would make for a very interesting relationship
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