A short Ichabbie Oneshot
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Dressing
It was a silent arrangement that they had since he moved in. Abbie sat down in her pajamas, he raided the fridge.
Ichabod grabbed the romaine, parmesan cheese, cherry tomatoes, Caesar dressing the leftover grilled chicken and retrieved the croutons from the cupboard.
Threw it all into a midsized bowl, nearly forgetting the chicken just warmed from the microwave.
He seasoned it with a pinch of salt, a hefty dash of black pepper, topped it off with a generous handful of parmesan and drizzled on the dressing sure not to put too much like last time.
She was ravenous, starved from overworking herself at the office again. He watched as she sat aside her fork and ate the last bit with her fingers. She almost caught all of it, save only a drizzle of the Caesar dressing and a small shard of cheese. Her eyes connected with his and her pink little tongue licked the corners of her lips, the dressing catching on the tip of it. Abbie swallowed and sat the bowl down.
Daniel was right she did not know what she did to people. How she could render a man helpless with a simple homemade midnight snack.