A/N: Happy Halloween, my lovlies. Tell me what you're planning on dressing up as. I'm going to a party as Little Red Riding Hood, but everyone tells me I look like Amy Lee from Evanescence in the "Call Me When You're Sober" video...
Oh well...enjoy!
McFadden
Trick Or Treat
Abby sighed again in frustration and felt like checking the time. If she actually wore a watch. This was more anticlimactic than what she thought it would be. She watched her partner move back and forth with the same robotic movements. There was nothing to them, nothing special or exciting. At this rate, he could've gone all night and she would've still been unsatisfied.
"King, you can't go any faster than this?"
King, hunched over and breathing heavily, shook his head slightly. Abby moaned loudly. She watched the sweat form on his brow and anchored herself to the table further. If he was going down, then she didn't want to fall with him. A smiled formed on her lips as she stilled his hand for a minute and rested.
"It doesn't have to be perfect you know."
She could see all the frustration, concentrated solely on his face. She kneaded his back with her free hand and felt all the tightness in his shoulders. Abby could've been too overzealous when she had suggested this earlier.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all..."
It wasn't certain that the vein throbbing above his brow would burst and he would have an aneurism but King was certainly stressed out and his voice showed it.
"No, this was all your idea. I'm a perfectionist, so if I have to do it this way, Goddamn it I'm doing it this way...and I'm going to do it right."
If Abby knew it was going to take this long, she would've done it herself and got better results, but she didn't dare tell that to him. Otherwise he'd get his feelings hurt and no one would get anything later on that night. She moaned again and he just grunted as he tried his best to manipulate his hand and fingers into the exact spots. He breathed out suddenly.
God, why aren't you doing anything.
Abby looked at him incrediously.
"Excuse me, Mr. I Can Do It Myself. I'm completely hands off this time. You can't tell me you've never done this before."
King growl low in his throat.
"Not exactly like this, I'm skilled, yes. But I'm not a fucking artist at this kind of thing!"
Abby was on the verge of laughing, but she knew that would be a wrong move. King shoved and grunted until he almost screamed.
"Finally, I'm done. Is that good enough for you?"
Abby stared at him and turned her head to the side. King's sweaty body laying halfway over the table, completely spent.
"I've could've done it better."
He looked up at her wide-eyed.
"Oh C'mon!!"
It turns out, carving a pumpkin was harder than King thought.