Tumblr prompt from nikidanger: "No one needs to know"
It was much hotter than Abbie was expecting. Hotter and more intense. She wasn't expecting to have her world rocked. Her mind blown.
Crane has some stamina.
And game.
And apparently, he isn't finished with her, judging by the way his hand is creeping up from resting on her stomach to between her breasts. And the way she is getting prodded in the backside.
"Crane…" she half-moans, half sighs, flexing her hips backwards against him.
His lips skim her neck. "You are more addictive than any libation…" he nips the edge of her ear, "any drug… any…"
She suddenly turns. "Exactly what drugs have you done—mmm…"
He stops her query with a kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth, kissing her with as much passion and hunger as he did an hour ago, when he took her quite by surprise after a particularly intense game of chess.
He lost the game, but he can't help thinking he still won overall.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he rumbles, settling over her again, nestling his hips comfortably between her thighs. He stares down at her a moment, almost like he can't believe they are finally here, in her bed, hearts given and received.
"Actually, I kinda would," she says, lifting her head to nuzzle his nose. "But maybe later."
"Good," he declares, leaning down to kiss her again.
Abbie's phone interrupts them. "Crane," she says.
"Ignore it."
"It's work… I can't."
He sighs, rolling off of her to watch appreciatively as she leans over to grab her phone. He reaches out and palms her rear end, and she bites back a laugh as she answers. "Agent Mills." She tries to ignore his wandering hands while she listens. "Okay, great, thanks. I've been waiting for those lab results, yeah. See you tomorrow."
"Reynolds?" he asks once she disconnects.
"It was Sophie, so you can come down out of Alpha mode," she answers. "Don't think I haven't notice how you get all… peacocky when he's around, preening and puffing and invading my personal space."
His mouth twitches, caught. "I do not preen," he protests despite the fact that she is correct.
She laughs, and leans down to kiss him. Her phone rings again. "Jenny." She rolls back over to answer it. "Hey." This time she allows him to pull her down beside him and he busies himself peppering her neck and shoulder with kisses. "Nah, I'mma stay in. I promised Crane he could pick a movie and I would watch it…" she pauses, biting her lower lip when he finds a particularly sensitive spot, "without complaint." She listens a minute, then says, "Try Sophie. She just called about the carbon dating on those tablets, so she's around. Yes, I'm sure."
"Master Corbin is working, I gather?" Crane asks, kissing lower.
"Yeah," Abbie breathily answers. "Hey, um… Ichabod?" she asks. His first name feels strange to say; she so rarely uses it.
He lifts his head. "Yes, my sweet?"
"Do you think we can keep… this," she gestures between them, "on the down low? At least for a little while? Now that you're, like, officially working as a consultant, it might look, you know…"
"Ah. I understand," he says. "Of course. No one needs to know."
He looks a bit disappointed, so she cups his face in her hands, pulling him back up. "I know you're probably ready to shout from the mountaintops," she gently says, sweetly pecking his lips. "And I also know that about 95% of people that see us together already assume were together, and I promise I'm not embarrassed or anything, but… it's just… I've worked too hard to get where I am to have people start getting the wrong ideas about how I got there… or about how you got the consulting gig."
He nods, and kisses her once more. "Abbie," he says. "I told you I understood, and I do. When you are ready, we can let the proverbial cat out of the bag. I am quite content to have you all to myself until then." He kisses her again, longer, leaving her slightly breathless.
"Our little secret," she says. He settles between her thighs again. "Or maybe not so little," she says, giggling.
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Jenny marches through their back door during breakfast the next morning. Abbie and Crane had been enjoying a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee while sitting very close together and talking quietly. Crane had barely gotten his fork out of Abbie's mouth when Jenny appeared in the doorway.
"Oh. My. God," she declares, taking two steps inside. She pulls out her phone and starts texting.
"Jenny?" Abbie asks, standing and walking over to her sister. "You wanna let us in on whatever you're so stunned about?"
"Hang on," she says, staring at her phone. Abbie leans over and sees she is texting both Joe and Sophie something about them each owing her $50. She glances over at Crane, motioning for him to stay where he is. Jenny pockets her phone and looks at Abbie. "You guys totally had sex. With each other."
Abbie keeps her expression carefully neutral, but her eyebrows rise. "What makes you say that?"
"Oh my God," Jenny repeats, "You did! You totally did the nasty… more than once, from how red Crane's face is right now."
"Miss Jenny, I—"
Abbie holds up her hand. "Don't bother," she sighs. "You text Larry and Curly there and tell them to keep their damn mouths shut," she orders her sister. She sighs. "Damn it. I should have known better than to try and keep something from you."
"Damn right," Jenny says, but she obediently takes her phone out and sends the text. "About damn time, too."