Still recovering from the season finale and I decided to write about Abby and Stephen, since his "pep talk" to Olivia was great. Anyway, this is my first attempt to write something with multiple chapters and a plot. Reviews are appreciated so I know whether or not to continue with this story.
Georgia had just returned home after a long and tiring day at the school. All she wanted was to curl up in her fiancé's arms. They were in the last stages of the process of moving in together. She had been worried about falling for Stephen, afraid he would just hurt her in the end. But at that moment, she was sure he wouldn't. That was before she checked her voicemail.
As the message played, all she heard was a woman's heavy breathing, she was just about to delete the message when she heard Stephen's familiar voice. She listened in agony as the message played out. Stephen had clearly not meant to call her while he was having sex with the corner. But he had, and Georgia was furious. She sent Stephen a text message to come by her place whenever he could. Then she got to work. When Stephen finally made it over, all of his things were neatly placed outside of Georgia's door with a note informing him that she had changed the locks.
Abby's day hadn't been going to well either. The case they were spinning right now involved a beautiful young woman who had shot her husband after five years of his abuse. The case had just hit too close to home for Abby. She saw so much of herself in the woman. Although she had moved on from her old life with her own abusive ex-husband, the case still brought back painful memories. Memories she didn't want to deal with. Today, they had finally finished up as the woman's trial began. She had one of the best defense attorneys in the country, and Olivia was sure the woman would be acquitted. Still, Abby needed an escape, so she found herself drawn to a local bar. All she wanted was to forget.
When Abby walked into the bar, she was surprised to hear someone call her name. She turned to see a slightly intoxicated Stephen.
"Join me Abby?" he said, slightly slurring, "Misery loves company." he continued, flashing one of his signature smiles.
"Sure. Why not?" responded Abby despondently as she sat down next to him and ordered her first drink, while Stephen finished his second.
"Sooooo," Abby slurred, putting her hand on his arm, "why are you drinking yourself into oblivion tonight?"
"Georgia kicked me out," he replied sadly, "she changed the… the locks on her fucking door Abby! She didn't even tell me why!"
They had been at the bar for hours and had stopped counting how many drinks they consumed after their fifth shots. They were beyond drunk. The bartender had cut them off, so they went back to Stephen's place, where they were currently gulping down red wine on the couch. They would be lucky if they remembered any of this tomorrow.
"Well maybe it's because you cheated on her. Multiple times... And you hire hookers." Abby answered with a cheeky smirk. Her words may have been harsh, but he knew she wasn't criticizing, just being brutally honest. That was one of the things he loved about her. Loved? His head was spinning. He didn't love anything about Abby. She was just a colleague. He figured that it must just be all the alcohol. Thoughts about Abby and Georgia were swirling through his mind. His objective of forgetting wasn't really working out too well.
"Maybe I'm just not good enough for normal." he said quietly, averting his eyes.
Abby felt the need to reassure him of something, anything, to alleviate even a little of his sadness. She picked up his head so he was looking directly at her and spoke.
"You are a good man Stephen. A really good man. I know you've made mistakes, but that doesn't mean you can't have that normal life. If you and Georgia are meant to be, she'll forgive you and accept you as you are. Because you are, "she sighed, "an amazing man that any woman would be lucky to have."
They weren't surprising thoughts, given her not-so-secret love for Stephen, but voicing them to him was only something she would have dared to do drunk.
And then there was silence.
"So.. um…" Abby started.
But Stephen didn't let her continue. Instead he just kissed her. Soon their hands were roaming each others' bodies. They discarded their clothing as they moved into the bedroom, leaving a trail from the couch to the bedroom door.