Ichabod Crane was exhausted. He woke slowly, aware of Abbie's presence in the archive, and wanting nothing more than to drift off back to sleep. His research had continued long into the morning and he had only really had a few hours of sleep. However, the apocalypse waits for no man, and so he blinked and stretched only to see Abbie's face above him, smiling with a mixture of amusement and a little bit of Schadenfreude.

'Good morning sleeping beauty,' she grinned, head cocked to one side. 'I bought you something…' waving coffee in front of Ichabod she knew that she would be forgiven for waking him.

'Yes, thank you Lieutenant and my apologies for my late repose.' Ichabod was fully awake now and took the coffee from Abbie, smoothing his hair back and standing from his makeshift bed. 'I have made some headway into our research into other demons we may need to fear in the power vacuum that follows Moloch. I have some candidates that we should consider as most likely to appear although…'

'I'm gonna stop you right there,' Abbie interjected, her hand held up to stop his speech. 'I got a call from Katrina this morning…'

'Is she alright!?' Ichabod nearly leapt out of his skin at the thought of Katrina, despite being estranged as they were, genuinely being in danger.

'Yeah I think so. She asked for a few supplies, although I'm pretty sure this is more about discussing you than a low supply of mandrake root. I came to grab a few things from here and head on over, and to let you know, I suppose. It shouldn't take long, we aren't besties after all…' she petered off, feeling awkward in the situation with Katrina reaching out to her instead of Ichabod. Abbie wanted him happy but she didn't genuinely think that a) it should be with Katrina after all these lies and b) that this was the best way to make him feel better. In fact, the poor man looked miserable despite his attempt to look cheery as he replied.

'Yes, well thank you Miss Mills, I'm sure that Katrina is in need to some feminine companionship, perhaps mending her bridges with you is a first step of sorts. Do try to get along if you can, if not for yourselves than perhaps as a favour to me, as your friend.' He had ceased looking at Abbie at this point and was straightening his already rather straight stretcher and his makeshift room. Staying in the archive was a sad reminder that his marriage was so badly broken and Abbie felt for the man. Not knowing what else to say, she gathered her things to leave, not wanting to make a promise she couldn't keep.

'I'll see you soon and let you know if she says anything…' she started

'Oh no, Miss Mills your discussions with my wife are likely to be private. Please do not feel the need to tell me anything.' Ichabod was standing ramrod straight in his insistence upon propriety. Abbie just shrugged, gave him a wry smile and a weak wave and left, more conflicted than when she had agreed to meet the witch.

'Since when was I a goddamn marriage counsellor…' Abbie mumbled under her breath.

Ichabod watched the door close behind Abbie and let out the shaky breath he had been holding. After three months of nothing Katrina was reaching out but not to him, to Abbie. Their dislike of each other was palpable and it caused him to wonder at the strange action. Perhaps she was waiting for him to make the first connection rather than the other way around, and this was her way of hinting that. As much as he believed in the sentiment of keeping confidences, he did hope that Abbie would return with some kind of news regarding the state of his rather broken marriage.

Abbie was only gone for two hours but in that time Ichabod had tidied a large portion of the archive, translated four short and rather unknown gospel texts from the Aramaic into Latin and then English, for the challenge of course, and had now begun alphabetising his list of possible future enemies. He was trying everything to stop himself from climbing up the walls and failing rather miserably.

When she finally walked through the door, bearing some more substantial food for Ichabod (as she knew full well that he would be too stressed to even consider going to get breakfast), Abbie was unsurprised but perturbed at Ichabod's state. His hair was a mess as he had clearly been raking his fingers through it whilst translating (something he often did for more difficult texts), his fingers were stained with ink, areas had been tidied and the most worrying thing, he was wearing this strange haggard look on his face that was an attempt at a smile. He'd never looked so transparent to Abbie, although she supposed most people wouldn't see it. The poor man was a mess and she didn't really have anything to tell him.

'I brought you a sandwich, I thoug….'

'OH! Thank you Miss Mills,' Ichabod said overly enthusiastically. 'How kind of you, I had not even considered breakfast but I am rather hungry now I think of it…' Almost maniacally he grinned at her as he took the bag and began unwrapping it. She could see the burning desire to know behind his eyes although he was too polite to say anything. She considered letting them work out their differences but it didn't seem to be working, so after taking a deep breath Abbie resolved to spill what she was pretty sure Katrina wanted Ichabod to know anyway.

'She's scared.' Ichabod stopped his overly zealous chewing of the ham and cheese sandwich and slowly turned to Abbie. He had an obvious question in his eyes – of what? But he couldn't say anything, just staring, hoping for good news and not bad. 'She feels that you need time. She is also afraid that time will make you resent her more. So she's stuck between going to you first and rushing you or waiting and making you think she doesn't care. One of you has to do something or you will both just wait each other out until any love you had is gone.'

'She said this to you?' Ichabod had finally gained his voice back.

'No, but it was clear in her line of questioning and her conversation. She wanted to know about you and how you were, she was slightly bitter about feeling all alone in this new world that she can't understand and she was impatient I suppose. She can't make it up to you if you don't let her in, Ichabod. Your problem is that you don't know her as you thought you did. The easy answer is to get to know her. Go and talk to her before you make me crazy.' Abbie was crouching beside a seated Ichabod by this point her hand on top of his as he studiously memorised the dirt under his fingernails on the other hand.

'There is one other thing you need to know.' Abbie started, dreading this the most.

'Please tell me, Lieutenant,' Ichabod practically begged her, steeling himself for the worst. 'She has been spending time with the horseman. I don't think that she really has any feelings for him left, but, she has been alone, and is feeling kind of abandoned at the moment, although she knows she does deserve it in many ways. He knows her, is familiar and is comfortable. He may not have a head when we look at him, but she sees him as a man, and if you aren't careful he'll be there when she really needs you, and then it will really be over. Don't let your friend swoop in on your girl.'

Something in Ichabod roused in that moment and he rose to his feet, new determination set in his posture.

'Miss Mills, I believe you are right. A man must fight for what he wants and although I may not know my wife very well, she is still the woman I am in love with, and so I will go see her and begin to heal our many wounds. I thank you Abigail from the bottom of my heart. You are a true friend.' He smiled genuinely at her, and grabbed his coat, sailing out of the room with newfound purpose.

'Thank God for that,' Abbie said, hoping that things would be normal soon.

A loud rapping at the door startled Katrina out of her work. She had thrown herself into her magic, making herbal concoctions needed for spells and cures that may come in handy and had not realised that early evening had fallen. In truth it was simply something to do at this point, and made the days go past in toil rather than moping around waiting for her husband to decide he can stand to look at her again. She set down her mortar and pestle and wiped her hands on her apron, moving towards the door. Abraham was there before she could get to it however, and flung it open, letting the cool night air in, clearly more aware of who the visitor was than she, with a scowl already marring his face.

'What do YOU want,' he snarled, even though Ichabod could not hear him. The body language was enough to make his question clear to Ichabod who had his fists balled at his sides. Ichabod lifted his chin just a touch higher and forcefully demanded entry.

'I am here to speak to my wife, Abraham. Kindly give us the privacy a married couple are entitled to.' Ichabod's voice was like ice, and his anger at discovering Abraham in the company of Katrina was simmering, clearly visible below the surface. His eyes had darkened and his muscles in his jaw twitched as he waited for the horseman to move.

'Some husband you are, Crane. She'd be better off without you,' Abraham seethed as he backed away from the door.

'Abraham, please do leave us, Ichabod and I need to discuss some matters,' Katrina was hoping her agreement with the horseman would stand, and that she was not about to have a bloodbath on her hands, on account of their love for her. She was relieved when Abraham stalked out the back door and mounted his horse, riding off into the night. As she turned her attention back to Ichabod, she realised that he had dressed nicely to come and see her, his hair freshly washed and pulled back, and his face shaven. She could smell the tell-tale scent of modern cologne wafting off him. This one smelled like the leather and spice, and she found she was rather fond of it. Ichabod had, she realised, put in an effort, and here she was dishevelled and tired after a day of working in the garden and with her herbs.

'You look lovely, you always do,' Ichabod interrupted her thoughts, seeing straight through her and into what she was thinking.

'Thank you, Ichabod,' she replied 'please come inside, shall I make some tea?' Ichabod did not feel like tea but his manners won out.

'Thank you that would be lovely.' As Katrina busied herself with the kettle and the tea leaves (she was brewing it the old way, he noticed), a thick tension filled the air. Neither of them knew what to say or how to act and it was as though all the frustration was just fizzing under the skin, trying to escape them.

'Why was he here?' Ichabod knew it was a bad place to start, however Katrina had expected it. She could hear the anger in his voice and his attempts to control his emotions, to hear her side of it. She was grateful for that.

'He wanted an update on my work to separate him from the horseman. He had only just arrived before you. When I told him I had nothing to report to him, he sat down and watched me work. He does that sometimes, although I have asked him to stop. It is not as though I have much control over him besides our understood agreement.' She turned in time to see Ichabod sigh, his shoulders dropping somewhat as his mouth tightened.

'I see.' Silence descended again as Katrina laid out the tea before them, pouring a cup for her guest.

'I have no feelings for the man, aside from pity and guilt,' Katrina started, figuring that this was as good a place as any to start.

'Do you really think that is the worst of our problems?' Ichabod was tense, and trying to control his emotions, startled that after all of this time of reflection, that perhaps Katrina still did not understand why he was so upset.

'No, I do not. I just thought maybe it was a good place to start. After all, you did bring it up.' She felt defeated. As soon as she tried, he would shut her down. 'I know what our problems are. Deceit, my secret life as a witch, failing to tell you about our son. I know that I have not been the wife you deserved, Ichabod, but I can be if you will let me.' Katrina raised her eyes hopefully to her husband, hoping he would understand.

'I feel as though I do not know you at all,' he stated in a matter-of-fact manner that broke Katrina's heart into a thousand pieces.

'That is not true, my love. You know me better than anyone. You know what brings me joy, what brings me sorrow, what I detest and what brings me pleasure…' She knew she was not playing fair with her suggestive comment but Katrina was determined to break through to Ichabod. 'A person is not made up of only their secrets. You spent years with me, day-to-day, living and loving and being a couple. You are the only man who has ever touched me and made love to me. I know I lied to you and didn't tell you things but I did it to protect you.' Katrina was pleading and hated herself for it, choosing that moment to test Ichabod's response.

'You could have trusted me enough to tell me, especially about our son.' Ichabod was not seeing how Katrina could possibly justify her actions, however he must have pushed a button because Katrina's resolve began to crumble and her careful exterior wore thin.

'Trust?! Our child had nothing to do with trust and everything to do with you dying! I wanted to tell you, I was so HAPPY to be having your child. I wanted to wait for a perfect moment to tell you and then you died. You left me and I had to survive with half of hell hunting me!' She was crying now, wiping away angry tears with the back of her hand. 'And if I'd casually told you that I was a witch, how would you have reacted? You were fighting magic and evil and I was not sure you would understand the difference. I could not risk losing you, I love you too much! I am not perfect Ichabod but do not forget that I was always on your side and I was always fighting with you, even when you didn't know it. And now, you accuse me of having feelings for the man who I left for you, who I may remind you, is missing a rather important part of himself! The idea of that man touching me is repulsive to me. I only ever want your hands on me, nobody else's, how dare you make this all about my transgressions when you have made your own! What about your desire for Miss Mills!? How could you say you love me and yet completely fail to even try to believe me!' All control had left the witch and she was trembling, her words coursing out of her unbidden in rage, heartbreak and frustration.

Ichabod simply stared at her after her outburst, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Frustrated, Katrina stood up and moved to leave the room, not caring at that point if he followed. She did not expect him to suddenly be behind her, grabbing her arm and spinning her around. Without warning Ichabod closed the distance between them and kissed her furiously, hand in her hair, holding her close to him, forcing her backwards until her back hit the wall and begging for entrance into her mouth. After a moment of shock, Katrina gave as good as she got before she bit his bottom lip, earning a groan from her husband and the air she needed.

'What on earth was that for?' she panted.

'I am simply making it clear that I have only ever desired you. Abbie is a friend to me, and a companion in this war, my ally. She is not my wife and she is not the woman I desire.' Ichabod's eyes roamed over his wife lasciviously taking in her curves in her corset and tight jeans (perhaps skinny jeans aren't all that bad, he mused), all gentlemanly restraint gone from his behaviour. He pushed himself against Katrina, and began kissing along her jaw, making her eyes roll back in her head in unexpected pleasure at the overwhelming pressure of his body and the skill of his tongue.

'I thought you wanted to slowly rebuild our marriage, not jump back into it…' Katrina did not want him to stop but the thought of him regretting this was too much to bear. She pushed him away gently, feeling cold and bereft as his body left hers. They were both breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, her lips swollen from Ichabod's kisses and her hair even more messy than before. Both of them had pupils blown wide and his excitement was clear in his pants. Unconsciously Katrina licked her lips and Ichabod's eyes darkened even further.

'You are so beautiful,' he starting, working to close the gap and tearing off her apron so he could appreciate the way her jeans hugged her delicious thighs. Before he could envelop her again, Katrina laid a hand on his chest, stopping him again.

'Please Ichabod, if you are doing this just to leave me waiting for forgiveness again, I could not bear it. I have wanted nothing but your touch for centuries and to have it, and then lose it again would be too much. Promise me that this is our new start, not a goodbye.' Ichabod growled low in his throat, frustrated and unbearably aroused.

'My darling wife, this is me telling you that I want you always, in my bed, in my home and as my wife again. We will come to know each other again in our souls, but today, after two hundred years of chastity, I want you and your body more than I have wanted anything in my life.' He claimed her mouth again at that, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head against the wall with one large hand, his long fingers keeping her in place. His other hand wrapped itself in her hair, caressing and occasionally gently pulling as he nibbled on her bottom lip, sucking and licking to soothe any hurt he may have caused.

Katrina groaned, her hips involuntarily bucking against Ichabod and he mimicked the sound, pushing his tongue into her mouth and stroking it with his own, his hips meeting hers and causing delicious friction but it was not enough. His kisses were insistent and slightly rough, leaving Katrina breathless. Ichabod Crane had always been a sensitive lover, careful and gentle. This rougher side of him was new and Katrina could hardly keep up, her mind clouded with so much desire, willing to just give in to her husband's demands.

As Katrina's leg wrapped around Ichabod's hip, allowing for more delicious friction between them, he broke the kiss for a moment, staring into her eyes with wonder, love and desire. His hips pushed against hers causing her to gasp as they stared at each other. A slow smile crept over his face in satisfaction and he fondled Katrina's necklace.

'So this allows you to see Abraham as is was?' he asked.

'Yes, although it was clear that other side effects occurred with the young Moloch.' Again Katrina was fearful of his reaction.

'You won't be needing it, my love, you are mine.' The last word was more of a growl as Ichabod tore the necklace from her neck, throwing it across the room. The act was primal and possessive and Katrina felt a damp heat rush between her legs in satisfaction at such a passionate display. He then lowered his mouth to her throat, biting the juncture between her neck and shoulder roughly and causing Katrina to gasp before he soothed the area with his tongue. Ichabod's hand then crept under Katrina's backside lifting her completely and causing her other leg to wrap around him, slamming his erection against her core. Both of them groaned at the contact as he rocked into her, coming to suck and lick up her neck to the sensitive spot behind her ear. Again Katrina's eyes rolled back in her head as he traced the shell of her ear and then bit down on the lobe and she whimpered this time, rocking harder against him and almost begging for more.

'Do you like that, my love?' Ichabod asked her in a growl against her ear.

'Mmm, yesss…' Katrina sighed, losing herself in her growing pleasure. If he stayed just like this she was sure that she would climax soon. He answered her with a guttural growl and another thrust against her before suddenly dropping her hands and placing her on the ground. Katrina pouted at the loss of contact, her eyes coming up to meet his in displeasure.

Before she could protest, however, Ichabod had picked her up over his shoulder and was carrying her to the bedroom, alternatively stroking and smacking her arse as it sat so deliciously next to his face. His fingers found where the curve of her backside met her strong hamstrings and he groaned, stroking and grabbing at the area. 'This is my favourite part of you, Katrina. So strong but so supple, I could lick and suck here for days, my love.'

'Oh God,' she replied 'then do it but please, Ichabod I can't take it.'

'Can't take what, my love?' He asked with a smug grin as he placed her on the bed and crawled his way up her body like a predatory cat.

'The anticipation, Ichabod. You're killing me.' She reached for him then, taking the initiative and tearing his vest and shirt off with one swift movement. Her eyes roamed the long and lithe form of her husband, remembering how his muscles contracted and stretched under the skin, and running her fingers over the scar caused by the horseman. She ducked her head and kissed along the scar, licking and soothing as Ichabod sighed while holding himself up. Her hands roamed further down, coming to fight with the ties on his pants, having them open swiftly before he slapped her hand away.

'No,' he said forcefully, 'I've not had my fun yet.' Katrina gulped, she did not know what that meant. She was certainly ready for him, she could feel how hot and wet she was as she rubbed her thighs together for some kind of friction. Agonisingly slowly Ichabod began to undo her corset bindings at the front, licking his lips and smirking as her perfect breasts were freed from the constraints. He bit his lip, taking in her almost naked form before looking Katrina straight in the eye and descending to wrap his lips around one dusky pink nipple as his fingers stroked and pinched the other. He sucked and licked like a man possessed, causing Katrina to lose herself yet again. As she arched her back and groaned, eyes closed and lips parted in a soft 'o' with her eyebrows furrowed Ichabod nearly came right there, his hips unconsciously bucking into the mattress.

Mustering his self-control, Ichabod travelled further south, licking and nibbling at her stomach, causing a few breathy giggles from Katrina whose hands were wrapped in his hair, gently pulling and massaging his scalp. When he reached her hip bones he took his time, licking and sucking at the perfect creamy flesh there as his fingers worked on her pants. When they were open and Ichabod had pulled them off her long legs, he sat back on his heels and stared, his hand coming to cover his mouth and stroke his short beard in shock and awe.

'What is this?' he asked breathily, staring at the black lacy underpants Katrina was wearing. He turned her over on her stomach and growled as he realised that the panties only covered half of her backside, with the perfect area between her arse and her legs bare for his delight. He did not hesitate to grab the globe of her arse, revelling in the long moan he drew from her, and proceeded to fulfil his promise, sucking and nibbling on the beautiful area just under the curve. Her hamstrings twitched and her backside arched up into him as Ichabod lost himself in her delicious flesh.

'I could not wear the normal undergarments with these pants. A woman in the store assured me that these were normal now.' Katrina panted as she tried to explain the sorry excuse for pants while so distracted by his ministrations.

'Yes I know they are, I am just pleasantly surprised to find you wearing them,' he replied between nibbles. As he continued his work on the other side, Ichabod's fingers finally made contact with where Katrina needed him most, brushing lightly against the lace at her core, she bucked and moaned, pushing her arse in further toward him. He chuckled at her and bit her gently, satisfied with what he was doing to her.

'You have never been quite so wanton, my love. So wet and so enthusiastic.' He was pushing the panties aside now, gently stroking her folds, but avoiding her bundle of nerves. Teasing and playing with her until she was whining and panting beneath him.

'And you have never been so forceful and controlling before, dear husband.' She growled and sharply cursed as Ichabod finally stroked her clitoris.

'Do you like it when I am controlling and forceful, my love?' He asked darkly getting ready to plunge his long fingers inside her wet and slippery heat.

'Yes, my God Ichabod, I love it! Please take me, I need you!' She nearly screamed as he slowly pushed one finger inside of her, her walls clamping down on his finger mercilessly. He swore quietly under his breath as she continued to buck against him. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to taste her as he flipped her over again and ripped the panties from her body. Katrina's legs opened for him then and he saw her in all her glory for the first time in centuries. The site was staggering. Her red hair was cascading down and partly covering her breasts, leaving peaks of perfection just visible between the strands, her hands were roaming over her body with her eyes sparkling looking up at Ichabod with such passion and love that he nearly broke. Her soft ginger curls between her legs were glistening and he licked his lips, causing her to open her mouth in shock as she realised his intention.

Never breaking eye contact he lowered his head to her mound, and slowly licked her folds, teasing her as he had done before. Katrina just stared at him in shock. He had never done this before and she was partly mortified at the pornographic action, but the pleasure was so great that she could not bear to stop him. As he finally reached her clit and sucked on it gently, Katrina squealed and grasped her hand over her mouth in shock. Ichabod's hand reached for hers and pulled it away as he shook his head while sucking on her clitoris. She exploded then, her orgasm hitting her so suddenly that she lost all coherent thought and screamed his name, hands fisted painfully in his hair and bucking into his face. Ichabod held her down by her hips and brought her down, licking and sucking on her, taking everything she had to offer. As she came down to earth Katrina felt herself shuddering and could not control the tremors. Ichabod finally crawled above her again, kissing her thoroughly and letting her taste herself on his mouth. At first she was unsure, but the erotic action inspired her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, only to feel his pants in the way.

'How on earth are you still clothed?' she asked breathily, still panting from her exertion.

'I was concentrating. Allow me to rectify the situation.' Ichabod stood beside the bed quickly and removed the rest of his clothing, his painfully hard erection finally coming free and resting against his stomach. Katrina swallowed, she had made love to Ichabod many times, but often in the dark and she rarely actually saw the full length of him. Inspired by his previous attentions, Katrina sat up on her knees and reached for him, grasping the base and smirking when Ichabod threw his head back and groaned, bucking his hips into her hand. Precum had already begun beading at the top and she bent her head to lick the slit, tasting him for the first time. It was salty and sweet and she was surprised by how pleasant it was. As she stroked him, Katrina lowered her head and took the head of him into her mouth sucking and licking the area underneath before he suddenly grasped her hair and pulled her away.

'Another time, my love,' he stated, his eyes roaming over her body and growing even darker. 'I am tired of waiting.' He practically shoved Katrina down on the bed, and placed himself between her thighs, lining himself up with her entrance and slowly pushing forward into her tight, wet heat. She grasped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh and her heels digging into his arse as she wrapped herself around him. Both of them groaned loudly as he sank slowly into her. Although Katrina was loving the dominant side of him, the care he took when entering her was the Ichabod she had always known. When he was fully seated, his shaft completely buried inside of her, Katrina sighed and contracted her muscles around him, causing him to growl and begin to move. After a moment of being gentle, Ichabod set a punishing pace, seeking to brand her as his own. Katrina held on for dear life as he pounded into her repeatedly, burying himself deep with each long thrust. She could feel him bottoming out and hitting her cervix each time and she spurred him on, wanting him to take her roughly and claim her.

'My God, Ichabod, you feel so good inside me. Please, harder, I know you can go harder, I need you, please…' Her begging nearly did Ichabod in as he slipped an arm under her shoulders, holding her by the opposite shoulder to his arm and by her hip, allowing him to forcefully pull her into him as he thrusted. She screamed then, the pleasure and pain almost too much as she came again, pulsing and throbbing around him, her walls trying to milk him dry, but Ichabod was not done. He rode out her orgasm hard, fucking her with everything that he had.

When she began to relax again, he flipped them over, forcing her to ride him sitting up. Despite her exhaustion Katrina quickly found her rhythm pushing her hips up and down as his snapped up to meet hers and rocking back and forth when he was inside her. This hit a new place inside Katrina and she felt herself grow even wetter again as he began pushing her even harder back and forth with his hands on her hips before circling her clit with his thumb. In moments she was cumming hard again, dropping her whole weight forcefully down onto Ichabod as her warm wetness flooded around him, her muscles contracting tight and Ichabod finally released inside her with a hoarse shout of her name, his seed coating her insides and making her feel even warmer.

Katrina collapsed onto Ichabod then and he gently rolled her off him, pulling her into his side. She was so sleepy but did not want to lose this moment to talk. She had so many questions. Half of the things they did were new to Katrina, and very unlike Ichabod Crane. Had he been sleeping with other women in her absence? Where did he learn this? As she stroked his chest, curling her fingers in his chest hairs she finally worked up the courage to ask.

'Those things we did, Ichabod. The things you did… What inspired that?' Ichabod chuckled then, the warm sound comforting her as he reached for her hair and began stroking her long curls and tickling her scalp. The sensation caused her to snuggle in tighter to him despite her fears.

'My love, I have been here for a year and in that time I have learned many things about this time we are in. Firstly, much to my shame, I have found that pornographic material is prolific in this time and easily accessible. I must admit to occasionally watching when at my loneliest. This material has taught me a lot about the female body. Although I knew of these actions before, how best to please you was a bit of a mystery. There is lots of information now in the inter-net.' He looked into Katrina's eyes, worried that her judgement would be considerable. She just smiled, the action crinkling her eyes at the corners.

'Well, dear husband, considering the remarkable talents that this material has bestowed upon you, it would be hypocritical of me to enjoy them and then condemn their origins. You must promise me one thing, however.'

'Anything Katrina.' Ichabod was staring at her with such intensity that all doubts about their love had left her mind. She stroked his face and brought her mouth to his ear, whispering seductively,

'We will have to watch it together some time…' She pulled back, looking into his eyes with a cheeky grin on her face. Ichabod's eyes widened and he growled low in his throat, and kissed her hard.

'You will be the death of me, witch.' He said as he rolled himself on top of her and began his amorous intentions again.