Title: Unlikely Hero
Author: WickedRum
Disclaimer: Whoever has the right for these characters, they can have them. I'm simply having fun a little.
Summary/Pairing: Same woods, different town. Whenever the high constable orders Ichabod to investigate any mysteries, he'd never leave without his side kick, Mrs. Crane. Katrina.
Why write this? No particular reason, I always wanted to have a play around with Ichabod, this is the time!
Set: some time after the end of the movie.
Genre: romance/supernatural.
Rating: probably NC17, just to be on the safe side, as there's a little angst and a little smut.
"You need to wake up," Katrina said softly touching Ichabod's jawline with the back of her hand lightly, not to startle him.
Ichabod blinked a few times, his mouth opening to a sigh before his eyes peered open completely. The sight before him was so beautiful. Katrina was so lovely it made tears appear in his eyes sometimes. Right now, too, as she was caressing his face with her smiling eyes. For a long moment it seemed as if the lock of those gazes couldn't be broken and everything was at a timeless idyllic harmony till...a bump on the dirt road the carriage was carrying them on. Ichabod gave out a small whine before leaning back and closing his eyes again.
"You all right?" Katrina fussed. She was well aware of Ichabod's physical weaknesses, his faint heart, his inability to complete a long journey without travel sickness, even on horseback, his anxious nature. She was well used to them constant happenings too, yet she could never stop being concerned about him. What if one of these times that irregularly beating heart of his she listened to so many times worriedly after he'd passed out will not be able to serve him any longer? The witch in her could protect him from most outside forces, but not from what resided inside him. When he nodded and the red has come back to his cheeks a little she had to remind herself once more how strong he really was, overcoming all these daily obstacles, inventing his scientific methods and succeeding with his investigations where everyone else failed. "We're almost there!" She tried to forget about her troubles and looked out the window excitedly. They were pretty close to where she grew up after all, the White Plains was one of the towns close to Sleepy Hollow she'd visited as a child and at that point it seemed like she'd seen the world going a whole day's distance so that they couldn't return home to the Van Tessel house, but had to spend the night at a lodge.
Ichabod followed her gaze and found he could not share her enthusiasm for the place. Dense fog hovered over the swamplands and he wondered why anybody would like to live in such place with wetness constantly seeping into their bones. He stared into the distance and before long he convinced himself the whiteness formed a horizontal whirlwind over the lake and was trying to pull him in. For a moment he felt it might have been a portal to a different world and the thought process stopped right there. Even with his experience in Sleepy Hollow, he tried to clear his mind of the supernatural. It confused him and he lost his bearings. It was only with Katrina he could face such things, but not everything needed faced. For the time being, he pulled back from the window and gulped, ignoring his special senses his mother left him with. He pulled Katrina back too and mostly to override what he called illogical thoughts he covered her lips with a kiss, his a little shaking still. A short fleeting moment in her close proximity and he felt relaxed again. He smiled against her lips relieved and sought to calm himself further by enclosing her in his arms. Without giving it much thought, she instinctively found ways to soothe his mystified soul and his reality always ended up narrowing down to her and her only in the end. Like now, she nuzzled close to him, her nose caressing his, her tongue tracing his lips.
Feeling her warmth, the same filled him from the inside out and those fantastic twitching sensations occurred in his lower regions that used to make him so lightheaded when he was just a novice in that department. Far from that now, his left hand slipped under her dress and began its travel on its own up her leg. His pace was tentative, young Masbeth, who they were normally treating more like an adopted son then a servant, was sitting outside and right above them with the driver of the coach after all. But he couldn't help it, his arousal was evident from his eyes. His task was patent too, he had to convince Katrina to give into temptation as she was the one more reserved about intimate relations in potentially public places. He teased her, moving his fingers up and down her thighs, rubbing them in circles, then when he didn't experience any resistance he took the next leap forwards and between her legs.
Her reaction was immediate, she closed her eyes and leaned onto him a little more, thereby lifting herself off the seat a little to ease his entrance.
Now allowed to give in to his desire, with his other hand he pulled at the strings holding the upper part of her dress tight so that it was possible for his mouth to move down from her bare shoulders to her breasts. Never intending to stop there, he teased her ever more, his fingers moving in and out of her till he felt her melt in his arms. Now she was ready, weak from the passion. He let her slide backwards onto the wall of the carriage, pushed her dress up and pulled her legs apart. His eyes sparkled darkly when he undid his trousers and moved himself into position kneeling down in front of the seat, wanting to taste her.
Neither of them noticed at first that the coach came to a sudden halt when they've reached their destination.
tbc
