A/N: Hello again peeps. I'm still doing a little cross-posting. So, without further ado, I present Snapshot. Enjoy!

Chapter Summary: A little continuation of the ending scene of 1x05.

*Dialogue from the episode is in bold italics.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, all credit to the show's creators. I'm just borrowing the characters for a little while.

Abby changed into her comfy night shirt, poured her self a glass of her favorite, signature white Chardonnay, and flopped down on the couch.

This day. Had all of this really happened in less than 24 hours? Talk about a hell of a day and one hell of a first meeting. She was more than appreciative of the way Buck rushed right over, his patience and unwavering support. Looking back, she doesn't think she would have gotten through it without him.

He was quite good at her at distracting her, taking her mind off her worry. Abby was still blushing at their earlier conversation. She wasn't a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but she was still shocked at how open and comfortable she was talking to him about that, how readily she responded to his questions. She took a sip of her wine to calm the flush of her skin.

She shook her head, knowing where her thoughts were heading and decided it was time for bed. Picking up her wine glass, she went to check on her mother to find her sleeping. She vowed to herself that what happened today will never happen again and thanked whatever deity that was looking out for her mother. Abby kissed her on the head and made sure she was comfortable before leaving her room.

As soon as she crossed the threshold of her room she heard the vibrations of her phone. She smiled, knowing who it was before she'd even answered.

"Hey," she greeted as she climbed into bed.

"Hey," his drowsy baritone flitted into her ear, "can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, of course," Abby wondered where this was going.

"Did you wanna have sex with me?"

She laughed nervously, "what?" She asked, not sure if he was being serious or not.

"Like you might of made a mistake too, right?" Okay, so he is being serious.

"Um, yeah," Abby decided she might as well be honest, "I mean..." How did she want to word this? "Yeah, definitely. I mean you're muscly and kind and you're fun, yeah." What was it about this guy that was bringing this out of her?

"And you said that we can... only talk on the phone, right?"

"Yeah." Abby decided to get cozier under her covers.

"Are you in bed? I'm in bed."

"Yeah, I'm in bed," her tone playful and she smiled.

"What are you wearing?"

The reply was on the tip of her tongue, when she caught herself. They shouldn't do this, they'd had this conversation. This was definitely crossing into the "mistake making" zone. She chuckled half-heartedly, tone slightly losing its playful edge as she said, "I don't think this is exactly the spirit of what I meant."

"Do you want me to stop?" He pushed. She was aware that he would most definitely stop if she said yes, if she wanted him to. The only problem was: she didn't want him to.

"No." Once they crossed this boundary line they couldn't go back, she couldn't expect them to.

"Okay, so I ask again: what are you wearing?" She could hear the smile in his voice.

"A pajama shirt and panties." It's been a long time since she'd done this...

"What color?"

"The shirt, light blue. The panties, black lace," she dropped her voice half an octave, in an attempt to sound sultry. His low groan gave her a bit of confidence. She turned onto her back on the bed and said, "what about you? What are you wearing?"

"Nothing at all."

Abby snorted.

"What? I sleep naked."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Oh, you'll sleep like that too when you're in my bed," Abby noticed that he'd said 'when' and not 'if'.

"Is that right? A little confident aren't we?" Abby's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, that's right. I can smell that flowery and vanilla scent of yours now, can feel your soft skin under my fingertips as they trail over your body."

A wave of arousal washed over her. She imagined those callused hands on her skin. She moaned softly and bit her lip.

"You moan, just like that, as I kiss down your neck, biting lightly, knowing I'm leaving my mark on you,"

Abby's eyes fluttered closed, her hand trailing down her neck to her chest. She pops open a couple of buttons on her shirt. "I don't mind."

"My lips continue down further to your bare chest. Which side do you want my attention on first, Abby, left or right?"

"It doesn't matter, Buck, just touch me," her words breathy as they leave her lips. Her hands have slipped under her shirt, teasing.

"I start with the left, massaging, swirling my tongue around the nipple, sucking it into my mouth, then showing the right the same amount of attention."

Abby bites her lip to stifle her moans, not wanting to be too loud.

"Let me hear you. It's just the two of us here."

The soft command in his deep baritone gets her to open up.

"My lips leave your breasts and slowly trail down your stomach. I slowly part your thighs, kissing along them, making sure to leave marks on both.

Her hands are following the trail of his words. She moaned as she teased the skin of her inner thigh. Her hands came up to tease herself over her panties.

"I pull you down closer to me. Are you wet for me, Abby?"

"God, yes," Abby said as her hand ventured into her panties.

"I can smell your want and it's driving me wild," he groans out the words, "I have to taste. Can I?"

"Yes, please," short, clipped responses are the only words she can form as her hand moves faster, applies a bit more pressure.

"I take my time, licking, exploring you there, you taste amazing. Then my tongue hits that little nub directly in the center."

The room is filled with the sound of Abby's moans. She knows he can hear them.

"You're so responsive. I love how responsive you are."

His hands, his mouth, her imagination is in overdrive. It's like she can feel him. She's so close now.

"Come for me, Abby."

That was her undoing. "Shit!" She gasped, loudly, hips arched off the bed as her release hit. Her heart was racing. She wiped the thin sheen of sweat from her forehead.

"Fuck!" She heard him ground out. His labored breathing could be heard.

They'd done this, actually done this. "Wow," was all Abby could say.

"Yeah. You good?"

"Um yeah... great, actually, you?"

"Yeah. We've gotta do that again sometime."

"Yeah."

"I've heard this is much better with FaceTime, maybe next time we could..."

"Buck," she teasingly chastised and rolled her eyes playfully.

"Okay, okay." He chuckled.

They sat in silence on the phone for a moment. She wasn't going to question or stall whatever it was that was happening between them, she was just going to go with the flow, see what happened. Not her usual style at all, but he was different than her usual and she liked it.

"I should let you go, I know you've gotta work in the morning."

"So do you. Good night, Buck."

"Good night, Abby."