Chapter 38: New Day Dawning

Abigail felt William's breathing, softly on her neck as the sun fell through the curtains and across the bed. His arms were wrapped tightly around her and he slept soundly. Abigail had half expected to wake again and find him gone, fine that the previous night had been nothing but a dream, but there he laid next to her, his arms resting around her and his naked form pressed warmly against her back. She was afraid to move, afraid to break the silence that had fallen and more than anything she was afraid that by bringing about wakefulness she would ruin all the good that had come into her life. To wake him would mean he would have to leave. He would have to go to work and she would be left alone once again. Abigail wanted to remain in this perfectly calm place that was entirely new and exciting for her. There wasn't anything left of their former lives. The demands, all that needed to be proven to one another was gone, and in its place came a kind of attachment that could only be known as love. She felt safe and comfortable laying with him now and wished for sleep to take her away once again.

Moving slowly, Abigail turned to face William. She held her breath as she felt his nakedness against her, but she wanted to look at him, she wanted to see the contentment on his face and it was there. Behind his settled lid waited the dashing brown eyes that had captivated and captured her the night before and his gentle breath was warm on her cheek. He had been gentle, he was strong and he knew exactly what he needed to do to her to make her fall even more madly in love with him than she had already been. Everything felt different, pleasant and right, and now they rested in one another arms. Abigail settled in, even closer now, and sighed peacefully to herself as she shut her eyes and listened to his rhythmic breathing.

"Please tell me its not morning," William whispered his eyes still closed.

"Its not morning," Abigail whispered and kissed the tip of his nose.

"You are a terrible liar," he whispered and blink the sleep out of his eyes.

"It's not a lie, go back to sleep," Abigail stated wrapping her arms around him beneath the blankets and closing her eyes again. "It's still early; there is still time to sleep."

"I have to go to work," William sighed holding her more tightly.

"Call in sick," she whispered. "Go in late," she added. "Don't go in at all. Stay with me."

"I want to," he whispered, kissed her and nuzzled into her neck once again, "but I can't call in on my third day. I have to go in; I still have so much to do to get settled."

Abigail sighed, her arguments were useless and she knew it, but they remained entangled in one another's arms for a long time before William stirred and pulled himself out of the bed. He found his day old scrubs near the bed and pulled them on before falling back into his place beside her and wrapping his arms around her once again.

"What are you going to do today?" He whispered as he pulled her back to him and kissed her gently.

"I'm staying in bed. You can think of me laying here all day, naked, just waiting for you to come back," she stated playfully. "Doesn't that make you want to stay?"

"I want to stay, you know I do," he whispered.

"Then stay, take these dirty scrubs off and get back in this bed," Abigail cooed tugging at his shirt once again. "Do to me what you did last night and don't worry about what is waiting for you."

"I can't," he whispered, "but the idea of you, in this bed, will be with me all day. It will drive me crazy."

"Good," Abigail stated rubbing herself against him and feeling his body react to her advances.

"You've always been able to drive me crazy," he whispered and kissed her.

Abigail pulled at his scrubs and this time he allowed it. His shirt was removed again, his pants fell away and once again he was with her, in her, and falling away from the reality that was waiting for him. If the morning had been drifting by in a sleepy haze, Abigail and William reawakened it and before long they fell together again and drifted off blissfully as they began coming down from the highs they had just reached.

Again the sun fell through the curtains, causing Abigail to stir and waking William in the process.

"Now I'm going to be really late," William whispered still holding her tightly to him.

"Call in sick," Abigail whined, "don't leave me."

"I can't," he sighed and moved to dress him self again, but once he had returned to his clothing he fell back into bed once more.

Abigail sighed contently as he pulled her back into his arms and she inhaled deeply; taking in his smell once more.

"Really what are your plans for today?" William asked again as his arms entwined around her. "Please tell me you have to get up so that I am not forced back into bed with you. I can't possibly be taken in by you again this morning, and if you tell me you are staying in bed all day I will be very jealous."

"I don't have to get up, so there, be jealous." Abigail giggled, "I've taken a leave to deal with life and Monday I think I'm going to simply quit."

"What?" William gasped.

"I don't want to be an FBI agent anymore," she whispered her eyes closing again.

"Then what are you going to do?" he asked with a laugh.

"I don't know." She whispered. "I could go by your apartment and start packing things up, that way our whole weekend isn't wasted with moving you into this apartment."

"You want to waste it in this bed," he teased.

"You bet your sweet ass I do," she giggled.

"I'll leave you my keys," he whispered and kissed her once more. "I have to go to work now."

"Call in sick," she stated once more in a last effort to keep him in his place.

"I can't," he laughed, "but I will be home at five."

"I'll have dinner ready," she smiled as she sat up and watched him leave.

"You might want to bring some of my dishes with you then," he laughed, came back to her side and kissed her once more before turning and exiting the bedroom at last.

Abigail listened for a moment as she heard him at the door before she fell back into her pillow and smiled at the sun that was breaking through her curtains. Something had changed, and it had changed for the better.

She finally rose from her bed, showered and pulled on the sweat pants and t-shirt she had found in the neatly packed closet. Most of her clothing was piled into the trunk of her car, she would have to bring that up to the condo if she wanted to bring anything back with her from William's apartment and she had vowed to her self that she would be bringing as much of his stuff home with her as she could. She moved once again through the kitchen opening and closing cupboards before she stared out the windows at the morning world.

"Note to self," she stated as she watched the sun rise over the buildings, "get some groceries before heading across town." She shook her head at her own reflection in the window glass and smiled. She had plans for the day and for the evening; it was now time to get going.