AN: So I know I said I was done writing Ichabbie fan fiction after the mess that was S2, but I guess there was still a story kicking around in my head that wanted to be told. It oddly enough came to me in a dream, which is why the title is a little tongue in cheek. Hope you enjoy.

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Act Une

She was standing in the doorway; a golden halo framed her shiny black hair as she smiled coyly dressed in the scarcest of clothing, if one could call a towel clothing.

"Hey Crane, where do you keep your soap?" Abbie asked casually leaning against the doorjamb as she awaited his reply.

Ichabod wiped his groggy eyes and gazed oddly at her unsure just how she had gotten here unable to recall her staying over last night, or why she required soap at this particular moment in time.

"It is located in the linen closet," he replied tiredly as he sat up in his bed thankful he had decided to throw on his drawers the night before.

"Don't get up," Abbie insisted. "I'll find it," she added turning back to face the hallway.

"Oh. Well, I should arise as well since you are…" Unsure of how to address Miss Mills in his home this early in the morning and acting as casually as she was Crane was admittedly still surprised by her behavior and moved again to sit up to help her find what she was looking for since he was a gentleman. But his actions caused Abbie to stop and turn to face him again.

"Really Crane you should stay in bed unless you…" Her voice trailed off with a small smile.

"Unless I what?" Crane asked curiously and then to his shock, she stepped inside his room and dropped her towel on the floor.

"Unless you want to watch me," she remarked with a sly smile standing before him and he gulped.

Her body was petite but also more perfect than he imagined those perky breasts, and that perfect derriere. He had seen women with such figures only painted in famous masterpieces by artists such as Rembrandt Van Rijn and Sandro Botticelli. He was having a very hard time resisting the urge to touch her soft silky chocolate skin, not to mention it was quite difficult to ward off the very improper thoughts racing through his brain at the moment. "Leftenant, you must retain your modesty, and find a garment in which to cover yourself. This is all flattering and extremely perplexing, but also quite inappropriate," Ichabod choked out when she reached for him.

Dodging her hand Crane felt himself begin to grow hard as she smirked before climbing onto the edge of the bed so she could straddle his long legs.

"Is this inappropriate too Crane?" She asked brushing her lips against his cheek once as her hand and small fingers reached down into the vee between her thighs massaging herself. She let out a small moan as he attempted to look elsewhere but the smell, oh god her smell of honey and vanilla and the sound of her voice. It nearly pushed him over the edge. She put her other hand on his cheek forcing him to gaze into her dilated eyes as she continued to pleasure herself. "Is it inappropriate that I imagine your fingers inside me and then your tongue and finally your…" She pulled her hand away from herself and dipped it into his drawers pressing her sex coated fingers into his navel area and then she began to skirt further south as his hips bucked into her grinding against her womanhood.

"Can you imagine how it will feel when we finally become one? Can you Crane?"

His breathing got very heavy and his deep blue eyes locked with her warm brown gaze completely undone. This wasn't Abbie; this was some enchantress who had bewitched him into giving himself over to her. Despite thinking this, he knew he didn't want it to stop nor did he care. He reached for her hand sliding it further down and groaned when she reached the Promised Land.

"Oh Abbie. "

"Crane?" Her voice although oddly seeming farther away now, filled his ears with melodious sound and she rocked her hips against his arousal as her skilled hands pumped him.

"Yes Abbie." Please don't stop, he thought.

"Crane, where are you?" Her voice seemed to echo.

"I am right here." I am with you Leftenant he thought kissing her so he could find a way to connect to her in the same way she was connecting with him.

"Here you are!" Abbie said her voice filled the room, but this time it was different—louder and above him. He opened his eyes to look at her, only she was no longer astride him but now near the door and fully clothed in her typical regalia of blue jeans and a leather jacket. "Are you okay Crane?" She asked seeming confused by her discovery.

Crane blinked and looked away embarrassed when he realized he had in fact been dreaming just now, but his hand was thankfully hidden under the folds of his quilt hiding the evidence from his wicked imagination.

"I am fine," he uttered lacking conviction.

Thankfully Abbie had not noticed his predicament and replied casually, "Good. Then you can get dressed. I have our breakfast to go and then we need to get down to the station. There's a new case I'm working on and I need your expertise."

Following his nod she closed the door behind her and left Crane to ponder the absurdities of this very disturbing dream.