A/N: I am SO sorry about the long delay. I wish I had a better excuse than "life got in the way," but that is the truth. I hope you like this chapter.

The sunlight peeked through the curtains and spilled onto the bed. It illuminated the lovers who were still in each other's embrace. However, one was awake.

Ichabod gently ran his fingers up and down Abbie's back as she slept with her head on his chest. He was so happy, so contented. Not that he had had sex, but that he was finally with the woman who had stolen his heart some time ago. If he never had sex again, but was just able to be with Abbie, he would die a happy man.

Yet, his traitorous body had other plans.

He wasn't lying when he said that he was adapting. He had become quite schooled in twenty-first century sex. He learned that some people hook up without dating, known as "friends with benefits." He found that concept had not changed since his day. He had had a few casual relationships before meeting Katrina. He had indulged a time or two. But after meeting his future wife, he became a one-woman man.

He still was today, but the woman was different.

Abbie stirred slightly as the sun shifted and shone on her. Ichabod noticed how the light illuminated her. It made her body glow brightly and she looked like a sleeping angel.

My angel.

He continued his ministrations on her back as she slowly woke up. She took in her surroundings before comprehending where she was. She raised her head on his chest and looked into Ichabod's smiling face.

"Good morning, beautiful."

She smiled and stretched. She had slept well, really well, in his embrace. There had been no nightmares, no warnings. It was as though he was her guardian angel and kept the bad dreams away.

"How are you?" she asked quietly.

"Quite well. How are you?" He smirked at her.

She blushed and ducked her head. Now that it was morning, she wondered if he would look at her in a different way. She wanted to screw him again, but wasn't sure if he would feel the same way.

"Um," she said quietly.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Um?" he questioned. "I would hope after last night, I would have heard more than 'um.'"

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Ichabod. I didn't mean it like that. I absolutely enjoyed last night. Too much I'm afraid, because I want to do it again this morning."

He pulled her up to his face so he could kiss her. "Then why don't we?"

She looked at him, eyes wide. "Who are you and what have you done with Ichabod Crane?"

"I am right here and as I said last night, I am changing. You have no idea how much I want you, Abbie. Although I am content to stay in bed cuddling all day, I find myself picturing cuddling in a very different way."

Holy shit. He was telling the truth!

Abbie pressed her lips to his and kissed him passionately. They began pawing at one another, his hands in her hair, her hands traveling south. She gripped him again and he threw back his head and hissed.

"This is new to me."

She stopped. "Really?"

He nodded. "Do not stop, Abbie. For the love of God…."

Laughing, Abbie continued to stroke and caress Ichabod's cock until he came. As he tightened up, Abbie placed her mouth on his tip and rolled her tongue around it.

Ichabod nearly died.

I said to myself last night that I was going to pay him back.

After cleaning him up, she crawled back to his chest. He hummed contentedly.

"Do not think we are done, Abbie. I merely require a few minutes and I will be at your mercy again."

She giggled. Then a thought sobered her.

"Crane?"

He looked at her, blue eyes sparkling.

"Aren't you worried about what we did?"

He shook his head slowly, clearly confused.

"What I mean is, it was unprotected. I know that you were dead for 250 years and I'm sure that you are clean, but you don't know about me."

He hadn't thought about it, but she was right. He knew that people of today were a lot more promiscuous than they were two hundred years ago. He wasn't stupid; he knew that Abbie had been with men before. The thought caused a stir of jealousy in him, as he wants to be the best and the last, but he knew the facts.

"I know that you would not have done anything to hurt me intentionally." He caressed her cheek as he spoke.

She nodded. This was awkward. "Well…um…are you curious if…um…I'm covered?"

He looked down her body. "Covered? You are clearly not covered, much to my enjoyment."

Abbie shook her head. "No, I mean covered against sex. Against pregnancy."

"Oh."

During his research, he discovered that there were ways to prevent unwanted pregnancy. Although he loved the idea of siring a child (one that he could actually raise), he also knew that he was not ready for that commitment. And neither was Abbie.

"Are you?" he asked hesitantly.

She smiled. "Yes. I have something called implanon. It is an implant in my upper arm." She held out her arm for effect.

He didn't see anything, but then she gently took his hand and held it against her arm. He felt something inside there.

"Huh," he said matter-of-factly. "Why did you choose this option?" His hand dropped from her arm and he wrapped it around her waist.

"With my job, it would be impossible to take a pill. No guarantee I would be able to do it at the same time every day. Implanting a contraceptive inside of me and leaving it there for a few years was the best option. It just made sense."

He agreed. And then he smirked.

Before she could ask, he spoke. "I researched birth control options. I know there are things called condoms. I have a supply in the nightstand in case you were not covered."

Abbie couldn't believe it. She crawled over Crane (and he very much enjoyed the sight!) and opened the drawer. There was a box of condoms there, as he said. The two of them laughed.

"You forgot to use these last night," she said drily.

"I was a bit distracted," he replied with a smirk.

She laughed again and looked back in the drawer.

"What's this?"

He froze. She pulled out his handkerchief and found the necklace. She looked at him.

Uh-oh.

"I did not keep it because of any lingering thoughts or feelings about Katrina; please get that out of your head right now." He placed a hand over Abbie's. "I kept it because I am unsure what to do with it. If we just get rid of it, she might know. I think it was a calling card from Moloch and destroying it might not be a good idea. He might expect us to do something like that. Who is to say that he might not have cursed the blasted thing into exploding on us if we try to destroy it?"

Abbie sighed. Ichabod was right. Although it was kind of creepy that he kept his dead wife's necklace in the nightstand by the bed that he just shared with Abbie, she understood why. He needed to sort things out.

She put it back. "It's okay, Ichabod. I believe you."

And to show she was okay with it, she straddled him again and began leaving fiery kisses down his torso. All thoughts of Moloch and Katrina fled. Abbie actually liked the idea of making love to Ichabod with the necklace next to them. Kind of like a way to say "fuck you" to Moloch.

Ichabod rolled them over so Abbie lay on the mattress. She was still so beautiful. He began his slow descent down her body, leaving kisses on every inch of it. She sighed contently.

Then she gasped when she felt him move lower. He was very eager to return the favor she had given him earlier. Before she had a chance to speak, he had taken a long swipe of his tongue up her opening.

Oh…my…GOD!

Ichabod smiled. The student was about to become the teacher.

Late that night, Ichabod was alone in the cabin. Abbie had just left, wanting to go home so her sister wouldn't worry.

He was in a great mood. He had stayed in bed with Abbie most of the day and had had sex about three times. He was already a master at it, but he was also learning.

He chuckled as he remembered when they ordered pizza and the poor delivery guy had to deal with an almost-naked Crane. Ichabod had thrown a robe on to open the door, but it wasn't very tightly secured. The poor guy was embarrassed, but Ichabod made up for his discomfort by giving him a very large tip.

He poured a glass of whiskey and retired to the couch. He picked up Fifty Shades of Grey and began to read. He had come far in his research on modern-day sex. Plus, this book was a bit of a guilty pleasure for him.

I think Abigail and I will have this couple beat, in terms of how many times we can have sex.

After an hour, his phone buzzed. Abbie.

Sorry about not responding sooner. I literally did not have a free moment. I remembered I needed to stop at the store for a few things. Then Jenny HAD to know everything. Don't worry; I only told her I stayed the night. I did not tell her about the mind-blowing orgasms.

Ichabod smiled and typed his response.

:)

Abbie's reply was instantaneous.

LOL. I miss you.

He replied immediately.

I miss you too, love. Have a great night. I'll see you tomorrow. My love to Miss Jenny.

She didn't reply right away, but that was okay. He figured Jenny was firing up round two of questions. He put his phone down and continued to read.

Sometime later, he heard a low humming and he raised his head. He had fallen asleep sitting upright on the couch; his head back against the edge. He rubbed his neck from being in that position and looked around groggily.

"Ichabod."

His eyes flew open and his head snapped to the sound. Katrina stood in the corner.

Uh-oh.

"Katrina? What do you want?" Ichabod was hesitant. He didn't know what his dead wife would say.

She approached him slowly. He stood up. He noticed that she looked different. Now that she had confessed to being Moloch's wife, all color had drained from her. She looked pale, ghostly.

"Did you destroy my necklace?"

Ichabod shook his head. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good. Whatever you do, don't destroy it. I have put a spell on it. It is for the protection of a loved one."

Ichabod tilted his head to the side. He wanted to believe her, but he didn't know if he could. She had lied to him many times before.

But, she did let you go and saved Abbie's life.

He decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"Abbie has seen it. She knows it was yours."

Katrina nodded. "Please tell her that I told you this. It is for her safety. She must wear it at all times. It will protect her."

"Why must she wear it?"

"Moloch wants her soul."

Ichabod drew in a breath. "He can't have it."

Katrina shrugged and took Ichabod's hands. "He wants her soul and says you'll be the one to deliver it to him."

He yanked his hands back. "Get out, witch!" he yelled.

Katrina just stared at him. He stared back. "Ichabod, I am telling you the truth. If there is one time that I did not lie to you, it is now. The necklace will protect Abbie. Now that you two have consummated your relationship, you are literally one. And that is what Moloch wants."

Ichabod felt like he had been doused in ice-cold water. "So, we were not acting of our own accord?"

Katrina shook her head. "No, you were. It was bound to happen. Moloch just had to wait. And wait he did. Now that you two are connected, he will try to destroy you both. You must make sure that does not happen."

"I will protect Abbie at all costs."

Katrina stepped towards him and placed her hand on his chest, above his heart. "I know. Because she is your soul mate." She stared into his eyes for a moment. "Please make sure she wears it."

He nodded.

Ichabod stared up at his ceiling. His neck ached from the position he had laid in. He had slept like that all night. He realized that Katrina had come to him in a dream. He stood up and walked to the bedroom, removing the necklace from the nightstand.

"I will keep my promise."

A/N: So do you think the necklace is really going to protect Abbie? Will it glow like it did when Katrina saw baby Moloch? Thanks for reading. Please review!