Seven years of tribulations was their plight together, seven years of demons, death and chaos. Abbie knew being the second witness would bring her down some pretty dark roads but she hadn't expected to find love in the midst of this.
They had faced countless dangers and each time come out stronger for you. The first year fighting the minions of hell had been bloody but they had got through it together. Now on the eve of the second year Abbie could feel a bitter cold creep into her bones.
Finding her way back to her sister and back to the heart she had all but given up on was something Abbie was sure she'd never have again. Yet, here she stood in the archive with Jenny looking through old history books and her heart beating with so much love that she felt guilty for it.
The cause of that love stood just a few feet from her, his tall frame and blue eyes both making it hard for her to breath. Jenny gives her a flash of a smile as she catches her sister staring lustfully at Ichabod.
Abbie had agreed to do this courting thing Ichabod's way and it was driving her crazy. In the past she'd went on a few dates, dinner, movies and if the guy was not a total creep they made out until they both needed a cold shower. Ichabod, on the other hand was a true gentleman, right down to the kissing of cheek or hand.
They had spent several nights together just talking, occasionally sharing a chased kissed. Each and every night Ichabod would excuse himself bidding her a goodnight. Tonight, however, would be different. Abbie had enough of this being properly courted stuff and was ready to show true feelings to this blue eyed tease.
Putting a book back on the shelf, Jenny leans in to whisper to her sister. "From the way you're looking at him I'd say you're ready to pop."
Abbie furrows her eyebrows, trying not to smile at Jenny. "Pop … that's one way of putting it. I swear Jenny; his chivalrous ways will be the death of me."
"Why doesn't it surprise me that Rip Van Winkle hasn't quite caught up the twenty first century way of dating?" Jenny tries not to smirk as Ichabod walks up behind them.
"May I ask what has the two smiling so merrily?" Ichabod stands between them, his blue eyes studying Abbie's face.
Jenny turns to him, her facial expression full of mischief. "Abbie was just telling me about the date she has planned for you tonight. Something about cooking you dinner."
Abbie gives her a crossed look as she takes the book from her sister's hand.
"Dinner? Are you planning an evening of domestication for us Abigail?" The tone of his voice causing Abbie to glare at her sister harder.
"Yeah, I was going to ask if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight. We haven't had a new demon attack in weeks so I wanted to just have a nice quiet dinner alone." The truth on her tongue was mixed with a tint of deception.
They leave the basement, Ichabod always walking Abbie out with his hand firmly planted on the small of her back. In a way this had become comforting to her, it felt nice.
With a table full of Ichabod's favorite foods, Abbie goes about putting on her tightest dress. The one shoulder satin black dress cradled her curves, accented her breasts and showed just the right amount of leg. As she slips on her black high heels she hears a knocking at the door. "Coming!"
Seeing Ichabod in normal clothing was nothing new to her but seeing him now she knew Jenny had something to do with it. Before her stood a man so gorgeous she could feel the heat radiating from her body.
His locks of wavy brown hair fell on his shoulders, framing his face in such a way it made his blue eyes blaze back at her. Once she got her eyes to move from his handsome face she noticed the tailored navy suit, the jacket drawn at his waist making his broad shoulders stand out.
In the back of her mind all she wanted to do was grab the black skinny tie around his neck and drag him into the bedroom. The pangs of desire ripping through her made it hard not to do just that.
He presents her with a bouquet of flowers, his smile sexier than it should be. "Good evening Abigail. Am I too early?"
"No, not at all." She takes the flowers and notices the blush across Ichabod's cheeks. A victorious smile breaks across her face as she thinks to herself that two hundred bucks for this dress was well worth it.
Ichabod pulls out her chair for her, his fingers grazing her arm as he does so. They go about having dinner, sharing some ordinary chit chat.
From time to time Abbie can see his eyes dart to different places about her, each time a new blush breaks across his cheeks.
As they finish their meal Abbie places her hand over his. "Ichabod, we have been dating for a while now and I agreed to do this your way."
He laces his fingers in hers as he interrupts her. "But this is not your usual pattern of courtship. Do you wish more of me Abigail?"
Pulling her hand from his, she rises from her chair and sits directly in his lap. Ichabod's eyes go wide as she starts undoing his tie. "More … oh yes Ichabod, so much more."
"Are you referring to relations? I think after a suitable amount of time we could discuss such things." As he protests she lowers her lips to his.
Her lips move over his, tasting the wine from dinner. Suddenly Ichabod kisses her back, his hands capping the back of her head. The desire that had been eating her alive finally spills out, all of it coming out with each heated kiss.
With Ichabod's tie in her hand she smiles back at him. "Take me to bed or lose me forever."
Ichabod smiles back at her, remembering the line from the movie they had watched with Ms. Jenny a few nights ago.
He lifts Abbie in his arms, his lips caressing the heated skin of her neck. "Is this your wish, to be with me in the biblical way?"
Abbie twists her fingers in his hair, her brown eyes dripping with want. "I don't know about biblical but I do want to be with you."
He walks down the hallway towards her bedroom, the two of them locked in a heated stare.
Putting Abbie down on the bed he sits down beside her, his eyes showing his doubts. Abbie takes his hand, resting it in her lap. "Abbie … I haven't known another woman since my wife and as much as I do care for you, want you … I fear you will find me lacking."
She eases off the bed, dropping her dress to the floor. His eyes take in the beauty before him, her skin glowing in the moonlight from the window. "I could never find you lacking Ichabod, I love you too much."
With only her black lace panties and high heels she straddles him, Ichabod placing his shaking hands on her naked back.
Her small hands slide under his jacket, helping him ease it off his shoulders. Button by button she laces down his shirt until it to lands on the bed. As she leans towards him she can feel his hardening manhood rubbing against her.
Abbie lifts herself from his lap as she watches him pull his belt free and slide off his pants. As he lies on her bed in the black satin boxes she whispers thank you to Jenny for attending to every part of his wardrobe for the night.
Inching back in the bed she feels Ichabod lock his long arms around her, pulling her to him. "You do me a great honor Ms. Mills. To allow me to know you, taste you, be with you in the most intimate of ways. I shall do my best to please you."
Rolling on top of him she can feel his hands slide up on her ass. "I know you will. Just relax Crane."
His fingers pull at the lace about her ass, pulling it down slowly. She makes quick work of the satin boxers, her belly tightens upon seeing his long hard length. She had seen only one uncircumcised man before but nothing as glorious as the member before her.
Her lips trail from his mouth, over his neck and down his chest. Every inch of her skin was tingling, her opening getting wetter by the moment. Ichabod's long fingers rest at her waist as he enjoys the journey her lips are on. "Abigail … Abbie? What are you doing?
She gives him a devilish smile as her lips wrap around his length. The intense pleasure coming from having his cock in her mouth was beyond words, every inch of him more alive than he'd ever been.
"Christ!" He cries out as she goes down deeper, taking more if him in. He can feel his toes curl as her tongue laps at his leaking head. "No … don't you dare come."
Before Ichabod can protest she fixes her aching opening over his now throbbing length, her body taking him in slowly.
"My word Abbie … that was marvelous." His words come out jagged as she moves herself over his impressive shaft.
Twisting her eyes shut she can feel him bucking up to meet her grinding, the two of them moving as if synchronized.
His pale hand moves across her smooth stomach, her skin tantalizing him even more. She takes his hands, placing them on her breasts. He squeezes softly, letting his thumb rub over her hardening nipples. "You are exquisite."
She looks down at him, her eyes smiling back at him. With one more motion down his slick cock she can feel her release surging forth.
With her moment of bliss upon her, Ichabod flips her to her back and finds his own.
Abbie lays her head on his chest, her fingers lazily playing with his chest muscles. "I don't normally do that … have unprotected sex but with you it doesn't matter."
Gazing down at her with great curiosity he ponders her words. "Unprotected sex … is that what he just had? I thought I lay with a woman that had completely beguiled me."
Abbie tries not to laugh as she rolls over toward the nightstand, bringing out a silver packet. "Remind me to show you about condoms next time."
Ichabod gives her a wanton look as he kisses her softly. "Then let the lesson begin."
She rips open the condom as she slides down the bed.
