Author's Note: Ahhh! Hi! Remember me? Due to life consuming most of my time, I haven't been able to write anything even when I wanted to. But fear not! I'm back with a vengeance. I've gotten a lot of request to do a follow up number to my hot-ticket Bedtime Story. This is obviously it, but in a more chapter base form although the chapters may be few and small. Side note to its contents…If you do not know who Vincent Perez is, he played Marius in Queen of the Damned, and Ashe Corven in Crow: City of Angels. Anyway, Enjoy the brief feast for now. Promises to be steamier in the next chapter and tied in to the previous story. I love, love, love you all! How everyone is well. Till next time…

McFadden-

Chapter One: Lighting the Flame

Somewhere in the distant aspects of her mind, Abby swore she heard a fuzzy ringing sound. But, given her current dream, she didn't want to believe that it was her cell phone trying to lure her back into reality. Although, it was becoming exceedingly hard to imagine being romanced by a handsome Frenchman while he hums the polyphonic tune of "I'm Too Sexy" in your ear. King must've been playing with her phone again, changing the ring tone. With a groan, Abby could only watch as her romance novel-esque lover faded away and the dimness of her lonely bedroom came into view. She rolled over and glared at her phone as it lit up spastically, daring it to ring one more time. Picking up, Abby waited a while and heard nothing but silence on the other end. In her confusion, she waited more alertly.

"Talk to me…"

King's voice was so gruff and close in her ear that it made he body flush more than it already was. His solo mission must've been a taxing one. He sounded exhausted. Abby rubbed a hand over her face in attempts to wake herself up more. She immediately felt sorry that she left him go out without her, but it was supposed to be nothing he couldn't handle. Her voice dropped to a softer octave, stilled laced with sleep.

"What happened?"

"There were more than I anticipated, about eight that I had to fend off. Damnit, I thought they'd never die. By the time I was finished, it was all I could do to keep myself standing upright. I sustained a kick in the ribs, nothing too serious, some bruising maybe. I've also got a nice shiner on the cheek. I just needed to here your voice. Were you sleeping?

"Dreaming more like it. A nice one too."

This seemed to perk him up a bit. She could hear him smirking on his end. He prodded her to elaborate.

"And does this 'nice dream' have a name?"

"Yeah…"

His smirk grew into a confident and cocky grin fully expecting to his name fall from her lips.

"…Vincent."

The speed in which his smile turned to a scowl was almost comical. Here he was getting the shit kicked out of him for the last hour and a half and all the while Abby was having nice, fantastical dreams about someone else. What the fuck was up with that? Not one to be disheartened so easily, He tried to recover quickly.

"That's nice, but I'm sure he's no match for me in the romance department."

Abby cracked a smile and nearly laughed even though she knew King couldn't see it over the phone.

"Sorry sugar, but you are definitely not Vincent Perez."

He definitely didn't like the assuredness in which she made that statement. King sounded like he wanted to retort but ended up faltering badly. Nonetheless the vehement and jealous tone could be heard lingering in the back of his throat when he spoke

"Well…I don't know who that is, but I'm sure I can kick his ass."

Of course that's what she was expecting him to say. Whenever King couldn't come up with a decent comeback, he always resorted to the violence of bodily harm…however childish his intentions were. Abby just chuckled. Her voice took on a more wistful and dreamy tone as she described her dream to him. She had to lather this one up really thick.

"We, I mean Vincent and I, were on a beach. It was very cloudy and windy. We were walking along the shoreline and I was dipping my feet into the sea foam when a gust of wind blew my hair around. Vincent caught a strand of it between his fingers, brushing them up against my shoulder in the process. I've never gotten a shiver like that before in my life. I closed my eyes and felt him move in closer to me and he started to ravish and kiss…

King noticed the sensuality in which her voice had dropped and he couldn't take it anymore. Abby couldn't even restrain her desire for another man in front of him! He stopped her abruptly before she had a change to go any further.

"…ENOUGH! Alright I didn't need to know all that, thanks."

His tone was anything but happy with this and all Abby could do was secretly smile and reply with nonchalance.

Hey, you wanted to know…"

She was sure he was snarling now.

"Yeah but not that much, thank for trampling on my last bit of ego. Would you like my dignity as well?"

Abby sighed trying to keep from laughing because she knew he wasn't kidding, she'd bruised his ego a bit but he would live.

"You're so dramatic King. Are you on the way home?"

He scoffed sounding more like a pissed off woman than a lethal hunter.

"Not that you care, but yes. I'll be there in thirty minutes. So you can go back to sleep and have your fantasy fucks with Vincent Perez."

Abby smiled wickedly. He was really sore at her. She shouldn't be having this much fun torturing him, but she was. She could only imagine what kind of thoughts she would leave running through his head. A gleam caught in her eye as she decided to press one more button.

"Good idea…See you when you get home." -click-

Abby sat back on her bed with satisfaction plastered al over her face. Now all she had to do was wait for him to get there. King stared at his cell phone in disbelief. She just hung up on him. He knew how great her imagination was and he could only speculate at the thing that she was already doing to Vincent. King's foot pressed hard on the accelerator as he weaved in and out of traffic in attempts to get home, while mentally beating vicious thoughts from his mind.

"Bitch…"