Abbie felt a bit light headed as Ichabod sways her across the dance floor, his feet a master of the dance. As the music dies she finds herself facing the most handsome man in the room. "I don't think I've ever danced like that in my entire life."
"Then tonight shall be a delight for us both." He gives her a chased kiss before escorting her from the dance floor.
Captain Irving gives Ichabod a smile as he walks beside him. "You really seem to know your way around a dance floor Crane. Is there any chance I can get you to show me some of those moves."
A small smirk crosses his face, making Abbie giggle. "It would be an honor Captain."
Abbie grabs them two glasses of Champaign, the tiny bubbles tickling her nose. Ichabod takes a small sip then a drink. "It's an acquired taste Ichabod but in situations like this it helps."
"I take it you feel somewhat out of sorts here Ms. Mills. Let me reassure you that you are the most beautiful flower in the garden. As for the matter of the missing items, how do you propose we go about acquiring entry into that guarded room?" His lips graze her ear as he whisper so softly it sends a shiver up her spine.
She opens the small purse about her wrist, pulling out her lock picking tools. "I have my ways Ichabod."
"It would seem you have the means but lack the privacy to carry out your criminal ways." He places his hands behind his back, giving her that overly clever smile.
Captain Irving comes over to Abbie, whispering to her. After he leaves she feels Ichabod in on what the Captain has planned. "He's going to the basement to cut off the power. I'll need to be at the door but I'll be picking the lock blind."
They walk over to the Historical Items room, Abbie palming her tools in her hand. She backs against the door when Ichabod takes her by surprise and begins to kiss her passionately. He pushes her up against the door, his hands planted firmly on her face. "I'll provide you this distraction. No one will assume anything but two lovers being amorous is what is taking place when the lights go dark."
As his lips and his tongue take command over her she loses herself in his passion, her body melting like butter against his heat. The room goes dark and she forgets the door for a moment as his lips leave heated kisses down her neck. "Abigail … the door."
Clearing the lustful fog in her head, she goes about picking the lock. When the final tumbler clicks she pushes the door open. Taking Ichabod's hand they enter the room, closing the door back quietly.
They stand in the darkened room, waiting for the lights to return when Abbie backs Ichabod up against the door, letting her lips take his. She can feel her heart pound against her chest, her belly clench with electric snaps. At that moment all she wanted to do was have Ichabod take her right there.
The lights flicker back on, illuminating the museum cases. Ichabod pulls Abbie from him, his heart beating just as rapid as hers. "I fully intend on slowly taking that dress off of you later, for now we must go about the reason we are here."
Abbie gives him one last kiss, her brown eyes sparkling like two bright stars. "I don't think I can wait for you to slowly take this dress off. I'm sure we can work around the layers."
Her words cause his eyebrows to rise; he was more than intrigued on what his ebony beauty had in store for him.
They turn to find the two empty cases, the lights inside shining on the velvet fabric. The police report stated that no finger prints or marks where left on the glass. Reading the plaques below the glass Abbie tugs at Ichabod's sleeve. "Why would anyone want to steal the first key to the city?"
"And the city seal. It would seem the founding fathers of Sleepy Hollow have secrets of their own." Ichabod pulls a portrait of the first council of Sleepy Hollow from the wall, the seal and key lying on a table. "Abigail … the seal and key, they both contain the All Seeing Eye. I can only deduct that a coven is to blame." His eyes gaze back at her, the two of the almost stunned.
A knock at the door makes them both jump. "Abbie … Crane?" Captain Irving opens the door, waving for them to hurry out. "The Mayor is giving a speech so I thought now would be a good time to get you out."
"We have to get to the archives now. Thanks for the distraction Captain." Abbie takes Ichabod's hand as they weave through the crowd.
The horse carriage driver is snoozing when Ichabod helps Abbie back in. "My good man, we are taking our leave now."
Once back in the archives Abbie goes straight to the books on Sleepy Hollow. Ichabod takes her hand pulling her back to him. "Did you not mention we should work with your layers?"
She smiles at him, gathering her dress in her hand. "Yes I did but I think stopping the Apocalypse trumps me wanting have you take me right not."
He picks her up around her waist, planting her on a cabinet nearby. His fingers push up the layers of her dress, letting his hands caress the skin of her thighs. "Ichabod." She smiles at him as he takes off his overcoat and jacket.
His liquid blue eyes turn a lustful shade darker as he undoes the buttons to his trousers. Pulling the purple panties down Abbie's legs, he gives her a quick smirk before kissing her. "Just a taste my sweet Abigail."
With his arms wrapped around her he pulls her flush to him, his leaking length resting at her throbbing wet opening. She quivers as he slowly enters her, the head of his manhood sending tiny shiver throughout her body.
The layers and ruching of her dress rest at her hips, looking like a river of purple was swallowing them both. His lips attend to her mouth, her neck and the cleavage peeking from the top of her dress as his hard cock thrusts in her with great enthusiasm.
Gripping the material of his shirt she can feel her orgasm rising through her as if every part of her body was on fire. Ichabod slides deep inside her once more before Abbie covers them both in her bliss. As she comes down from her high, Ichabod calls out her name as he empties himself in her.
"I love you." He whispers as he rests his forehead against hers.
Gathering the dress around her, she kisses him swiftly as she jumps from the cabinet. "I love you too."
Collecting her underwear she goes off through the tunnel towards the station to clean up when she hears the sound of footsteps behind her. "Ichabod?"
Darting into an alcove she waits, the footsteps getting closer. Then a blinding white light fills the tunnel that is soon followed by chanting. She turns to run back to the archives when a hand takes her, pulling her into the darkness. She struggles, trying to free herself from her captor's grip.
Ichabod removes his hand, giving her a consoling smile. "Forgive me Abigail but we have stumbled upon a ritual of the Dark Coven."
"They have the key and the seal … why?" She presses her back against him as they peek out of their hiding spot.
From inside the light is a swirling portal, allowing access to something from the other side. They both look at each other, not sure what is really going on.
A young girl cloaked in black walks by them when Abbie pulls her into the alcove with them. The girl looked to be no more than seventeen and scared to death. "We're not going to hurt you but we need to know what's going on here."
"The Dark Coven means to go back to the day the Horseman lost his head and stop his beheading. They mean to find use the portal to travel back to 1781, they mean to kill the solider that brought down the Horseman." The young girl begins to cry, her tears and terror seeming real.
Ichabod's face goes blank as the thought of dying in 1781 and never knowing Abbie sinks in. "Are you a member of the Coven?" He asks the girl with a bitter tone.
"No, my mother is a member of the White Coven sent to infiltrate the Dark Coven and stop this from happening. I came here to help her." They release the girl giving her direct orders to bring her mother back to them.
A woman with dark hair and green eyes comes to them, giving her name as Starla. Upon seeing Ichabod the woman gasps, her hand covering her mouth. "On my word, you're him. You're Ichabod Crane. The rumors are true and Katrina's spell did work."
"You know of my wife and of the magic she used on me?" Abbie flinches at the use of the work wife, she suddenly felt like a mistress.
Starla drops the hood to her cloak, giving Ichabod and Abbie the full details of the Dark Coven's master plan. Ichabod looks at Abbie, squeezing her hand tight. "I must stop this, even if it means I must go back Abbie."
"You're not leaving here without me Crane and that's finale." He holds tight to his hand as a loud boom echoes through the tunnels.
"The two ambassadors of the Dark have traveled through the portal; you must go now and take my place." Starla gives Ichabod an amulet, telling him how to use it to bring him back.
Ichabod runs towards the portal with Abbie clutched tight to his hand. Starla and her daughter use their magic to blind the members of the Dark Coven so they can pass through the portal unseen.
The swirling light takes them spitting them out in the middle of a field just outside Ichabod's home. "We mustn't be seen by Katrina or myself whilst we are here. And above all else we cannot show affection to one another, these times are different and I fear for your safety."
"So I'm pretty much screwed until we get back … got it." She purses her lips as they travel quickly around the house through the woods.