Author's Note: okay so I'm editing to have disclaimers and have descriptions at the top so no one is blind sided by the pairings. This is Matt Parkman and and OC. This is just a collection of smut fics that pop into my head. I write them for kicks. I own nothing but Abigail, but, if you would like to use her in a story, I don't mind. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, even if they're negative.

It was their third date. Molly was at a friend's house for a sleep over and Suresh was in India. Abigail was enjoying her meal when Parkman began to speak.

"You're not going to believe this." He began, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Abby smiled. She was so attracted to him it almost killed her.

"Oh, I don't know, I think you'd be surprised with how open minded I am." She flirted. She was always a big flirt with him. Something about him made her more comfortable than normal to be herself.

"I have an ability, it's uh, it's a little far fetched but give me a chance to prove it to you." He said leaning back in his chair and then taking a deep breath.

"Alright Matt, hit me with your best shot." She put down her fork and looked up at him. Noticing how cute he was when he tilted his head towards her and seemed to concentrate really hard. Those eyes sucked her in and suddenly she found herself thinking about asking if he wanted to take this conversation to his place.

"Maybe we should continue this at my apartment?" he asked, signaling to the waitress for the check.

It took one short cab ride and a couple flights of stairs before they reached the door to the tiny apartment. He opened the door for her and she stepped in and took a look around. It was a typical New York apartment. She knew about Molly and had met her on their second date. She had to tag along because Matt couldn't find a sitter, which didn't bother Abby in the slightest. She thought it was sexy how paternal Matt was over her. They had gone to Ellis Island because Molly had never been there before and really wanted to see the Statue of Liberty. Abby lost herself in the events of that day, how brightly Molly smiled and laughed, and the way Matt would tease her for being so easily entertained.

"That certainly was a great day." Matt said, removing her jacket and placing it on the coat rack.

"I'm sorry?" Abby had no idea what Matt was talking about.

"Ellis Island with Molly about a week and a half ago? You were just thinking about it." Matt said, sticking his hands in his pockets and shifting uncomfortably.

"How did you know?" Abby asked folding her arms over her chest and arching an eyebrow at him.

"My ability. I tried to tell you in the restaurant but your head kept screaming that you wanted to continue the conversation here." He said, mildly blushing.

Now it was Abby's cheeks flushing as bright as an apple as it dawned on her.

"No way." She thought.

"Way." He said and gestured at the table for her to sit. "Can I get you anything?"

Abby sat down. Instead of saying that she'd like a dry Martini she thought it. She had to make sure that these weren't just parlor tricks he was using. She knew that he didn't know a dry martini was her favorite drink.

"Sorry, no alcohol in the apartment, but I have Dr. Pepper is that alright?" He said opening the door to the fridge.

"Dr. Pepper is fine." She said quietly, jaw staying slack as she was still in disbelief as to what was going on.

"I know it's a bit of a shock." He placed the soda in front of her and sat across from her.

"So, this entire time you've been inside my head?" She asked, nervously opening the can.

"Not the entire time. I feel like if I did it too much it'd be cheating. I'd know everything about you and hardly anything about me, but yea, I mean, it's how I figured out your favorite soda, restaurant, that you wanted to take Molly to Ellis Island as soon as she mentioned it as one of the things in New york she wanted to see. I don't stay in for very long and I only catch glimpses of thoughts when I'm not actively trying." He said. He reached over the table to grab her hand. "I promise I'm a good guy." He smiled.

"How can I trust that? How can I believe that you're a good person when you've just admitted to being in my head? Thoughts are private for a reason. You could easily find out all the things I'm ashamed of, if you haven't already." She wasn't angry, just skeptical.

"I don't go digging for secrets, and honestly, if I wasn't a good guy, the first time you thought about having sex with me I would have taken the chance and not called you back, now wouldn't I?" He said, turning his hand over on the table because she hadn't reached for it. Abby's face turned a brighter red, which she wasn't sure was even possible.

"Wait a minute. Are you telling me that every time I've thought about something like that you've known?" It just hit her and her hands reflexively covered her face in shame. She was a shy person in general , but that didn't mean she didn't think about such things, didn't have urges, or experience lust.

"I wouldn't say that I've known every time, as I'm not around you all the time, but, if you've thought it around me and it was more than a passing thought, I can't help but pick up on it. If you put a lot of focus into something it's like you're telling me all about it with out speaking." He flushed pink himself. This was the part of the conversation he was afraid of. It's different telling your ex-wife that you can hear every naughty thought in her head, but telling some one who you've yet to have intimacy with can be intimidating. He knew she could get up and leave out of embarrassment at any point.

"So in the restaurant when I was thinking about tackling you across the table...

"and straddling my lap, yea, it was kind of hard not to hear that one." He smiled meekly, trying to turn this into at least a joke. Maybe if they could laugh about it, it wouldn't scare her so much.

"and when you suggested we came here?" She swallowed hard.

"You were thinking that because you wanted to..." he cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Oh god! Can you see images or just hear thoughts?" She asked peaking her face out from behind her hands.
"I can only hear thoughts." He smiled.

"Oh that's a huge comfort, he can't see me rip the clothes off him in my head but he can hear every detail about how I'd like to do it." She thought, forgetting for a second that he could still hear what she was thinking.

"you certainly know how to make a guy blush. If you think it's hard to tell when it's right to cross the touch barrier with someone normally, try having their head scream at you to kiss them, but your own head is telling you that it would be inappropriate if you did the things you know the other person wants you to do." He explained, clearly frustrated by the situation. Abby leaned over the table and rested her forehead on her arms.

"I can't believe you heard that."

"Sometimes I can't believe you think it. You are such a smart and beautiful woman. You are shy on the outside and calm mannered. You have a warm smile and your good night kisses have always been respectful. There's nothing on the outside that indicates what goes on inside your head. You know, I caught the thought you had of wanting me to pin you against the wall of the bathroom on our first date when we went to the movies. Right in the middle of it, when I leaned and asked if you were enjoying the movie and you smiled at me and nodded. It's hard pretend that you don't know when some one wants you."

"Yea well it's hard pretending that you don't want what's going on inside your head. Like you said, if I wasn't a good person I would've fucked you and not called back the second I noticed you look at my chest after you asked me if I liked that movie." She retorted, a little bit angry. "But I like you, more than just lust, but obviously you know that. I can't hide anything from you. You now know what a nasty pervert I am on the inside and it honestly surprises me that you haven't either fucked me and left, or told me to get out of your apartment for some of the scenarios I've played in my head." She finally looked up and met his eyes.

"Maybe it's because I understand that even though you have these thoughts about me, you don't do these things or have these thoughts about every guy." He smiled sweetly at her. She couldn't help but a melt a little bit.
"Give him a break, he didn't ask for this." She thought.

"You're a very understanding person, but you have every right to be freaked out. I won't hold it against you if you left."

"That's a shame, you obviously know I want you to hold it against me." She thought, she smiled as she did so. What was the point of trying to hide it anymore? She figured their cat and mouse game had gone on long enough.

"As I said, It's hard to tell if it's just your basic instincts or if you're actually giving me a green light." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

She arched an eyebrow at him and then thought, "I've been waiting for you to fuck me since our first date, what are you waiting for? I wish you could see images because I'd have fun showing you the fantasies I have about you before I go to sleep." Not a single word was spoken. Matt just stared at her in complete shock.

"We can either continue dating as if you don't know that I want to fuck your brains out, or you can take me into that bedroom and we can have our way with each other. I leave that decision up to you. I just don't see the point in pretending that I'm little miss sweet and innocent. You'd eventually have found out about that side of me eventually anyway." She said, getting up from the table. Matt noticed how her jeans hugged her hips and her top had exposed just enough cleavage to peak interest but not so much that it left nothing to the imagination. Her red hair went down to her shoulders, and her green eyes were darkening with each second that he hesitated.
He took her hand and led her to his bedroom.

"You do know I can't just shut this off right? I will be able to hear pretty much any intense thought you have, especially while we're... well you know." He said, sitting down on the end of the bed.

"Oh I could have fun with that." She straddled him, wrapping her arms behind his neck. She hovered her lips over his before thinking, "Kiss me, and not in a respectful way." Matt responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and letting his hands cup her bottom. He kissed her, a bit timid at first, but when he felt her tongue lick his lips and her teeth nipping at his bottom lip, he knew shy went out the window.

"Lay back" she thought and he obliged, letting his back land on the bed behind him, within seconds Abby was leaning over him, nipping at his neck and licking the shell of his ear. He couldn't help but groan and sigh.

"Take off my shirt." she ordered with out even opening her mouth and he reached his hands under the hem of her shirt and was pulling it up over her head.

"You know, these orders are all well and good, but I'm a part of this too." He rolled her so that she was underneath him and ground himself between her legs. She sighed, feeling how hard he'd become at the sight of her in a bra. He was kissing her jawline, leaning on one hand while the other reached behind her and undid her bra clasp. She pulled the straps down and threw it across the room, letting him take in the sight of her topless. He kissed her neck and placed his hand on her side, letting it caress the side of her breast and back down to her hip bone. It was torture to her. His mouth staying above her collarbone and his hands only grazing the side of her breast.

"Touch me." She thought, lifting her hips off the bed and grinding onto his length.

"Say it." He had nearly growled in her ear as a response to her movements.

"Please, touch me," She whispered in his ear and then nipped at his jaw. His hand cupped her breast before she even had said touch. He was delicate, cupping and caressing, then finally letting his fingers trace circles around her nipples as he leaned up, watching her face gasp in approval. He leaned his head down and took one nipple into his mouth and Abby's hips ground into his in response. He lapped around the tightening bud before lightly nipping and sucking it. He only left it to do the same thing to her other one. She was reaching and pulling at the hem of his shirt and pulling it up.

"I don't think that's a great idea." He blushed looking up at her.

"What do you mean, now is not a good time to be shy. I want to see you, you know I want to feel every inch of your skin against mine." She purred, lightly pulling his shirt up.

"What if you think I'm ugly?" He said, staring into her eyes. She kissed him deeply, letting a hand leave his shirt to cup his face.

"That's not possible." she thought breaking the kiss and looking into his eyes. He relented, leaned up and removed his shirt for her before leaning back down and propping himself on his elbows

"He's so sexy" She thought, letting her fingers trail over his back and shoulders before lightly grabbing the back of his hair and pulling him down for a kiss. She arched her back into him, rubbing her bare chest against his, and rolling her hips against him again.

"I want you inside me." She thought, hooking her thumbs under his jeans and trying to pull them down. Matt let out another groan.

"So impatient." He broke off the kiss and stood up. He undid her jeans and slid them off her hips, letting his fingers trail the skin of her legs as he did. Her black lacy underwear made his breath catch in his throat. This woman was so stunningly sexy, he couldn't help himself from leaning down and leaving a trail of kisses just under the waistband of them before removing them all together.

He didn't have much time to admire her naked body, because soon she was sitting up at the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his jeans and staring at him with those green eyes full of lust. She considered taking him in her mouth once she freed his length from his pants and boxers, but thought that she wanted him in top form, because she wanted it to last.

"Good call." he said, sitting next to her on the bed, too shy to make the first move. Within seconds she was in his lap, her slick folds grazing the tip of his cock.

"Tell me you want me." She thought. He wrapped an arm around her waist and let his other hand pull enough of her hair to tilt her head to the side. He licked the shell of her ear before growling in it. "Abby, just fuck me, please."

That's all she needed before she lowered herself onto him, giving her body time to adjust around the length of him. They both shivered a little in delight, before she started to move up and down on him. Their mouths found each other and were nipping and kissing hungrily as Abby was picking up the pace.

She was thinking all sorts of dirty things at this point. "god he feels so good, fuck, if he touches my clit I won't be able to hold back." Matt reflexively slide his hand between them and found her small bud and started stroking it slowly.

"Say what you're thinking. I know there's a lot going on in your head right now but your lips are quiet as a mouse." He purred into her ear, feeling her walls start to tighten and legs begin to twitch.

"Oh fuck!" She let out, rolling herself down on him before quickly pulling back up. His thumb never left her clit and he's staring at her face, trying hard not to lose his cool.

"Let it out, I want to hear you come undone." he grunted, lifting himself to match her desires.

She was biting her lip before she let out a loud moan and gripped his shoulders.

"Oh god, don't stop, don't you fucking stop!" She heard him growl against her throat where he was kissing and then she went over the edge. Her inner muscles tightening around him, and her moan loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear her. She came hard on him and it took all he had not to cum with her.

She finally stilled herself against him and opened her eyes. When she met his gaze he was staring at her in such lust she thought he was going to turn her over and lose it.

"Is that how you want me now?" He asked, between placing small kisses on her cheek and lips.

"I want you to fuck me however you want. Show me what you got." She was looking him in the eyes when she said that.
He turned so that he had her pinned underneath him, even grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head.

"Tell me you want me." He purred against her neck before licking and breathing over her pulse point.

"Fuck me hard." she whispered. Even though she was a pervert it was hard to admit her naughtiest fantasies out loud.

Matt pulled out, and slammed back into her, once again putting his thumb over that sensitive bundle of nerves and keeping her wrists pinned with one hand. He was pounding into her as fast and as hard as her could manage with out losing it in mere seconds. He wanted her to enjoy this. It didn't take her long before she was calling out his name and moaning beneath him again.

"Fuck!" She screamed, walls tightening around him once again, this time Matt let go, grunting her name in her ear as he spilled into her. Seconds felt like hours for them to calm down, both seeing shooting stars. "That was amazing." was the first cohesive sentence Abby was able to put together after they both were staring into each others eyes.

"Eh it was alright." Matt said before nipping at her nose. He moved to lay down beside her and she smacked him in the chest as he did before laying her head on his chest.

"I would ask if it was as good for you as it was for me but I have the evidence of that dripping down my thigh right now." She said, eye lids beginning to feel heavy.

"Oh Abby, you can't be getting tired, that was only round one..." Matt said before lifting her chin and placing a delicate kiss on her lips.
"He's trying to kill me" She thought.

"It'd be an awesome way to go, don't you think?"