**Author's Note: For Jolo. :) I was searching for a song. I listened to at least five different ones until I decided to go with "All I've Ever Needed" by Nikki Reed and Paul McDonald. It was on Breaking Dawn: Part 1 soundtrack. I'm a huge Twilight fan. Lol I was crazy for it when it was out. The soundtrack is gorgeous by the way, so listen to it. Also, I don't speak French; if anyone does, please let me know if I got the words right when you read the story. I don't want to use the language the wrong way. I was going to use Latin, but I could find what "need" meant. Enjoy. :)

It was their first date night, and Crane wanted to cook Abbie dinner. He prepared spaghetti, salad, and even made homemade garlic bread.

"How was your super, Leftenant?"

"Surprisingly, it wasn't bad. Nice job, Chef Boiardi," she said. She dumped the leftovers in the trash and put her plate on the counter with the others. She decided she'd wash the dishes, since Crane did everything else.

"If you're comparing me to the culinary chef on that red can, I'm quite offended," he said as he stored plastic containers in the fridge.

She laughed while she pushed her hair to one side. The hot water ran, and she squirted some soap in it.

"Although I am not of Italian descent, my pasta tastes rather well. It's much tastier than that overpriced, inauthentic meal that is in a can made from God knows what." He closed the refrigerator door.

She remembered when she first let Crane taste it, he spit it out. He couldn't understand how she ate it. Whenever she didn't have time to go to the store, that's what she munched on until she did; it was usually all that was left in her pantry. She always kept a few cans as a last resort. She didn't blame Crane for disliking it. She didn't like it much either.

"I was just kidding, Crane. Your pasta was fine."

"Sure you were, Leftenant. Sure you were."

She started to put the dishes in the sink, but Crane stopped her. "What?"

"I'll wash the dishes, Leftenant. You can reside in the living room if you like."

"You cooked dinner. I'll do the dishes."

"It is my responsibility. Let me." He reached out for a plate.

"No, Crane." She put the dishes in the sink.

Crane began to roll up his sleeves. "Very well. Since you won't let me accompany you in cleansing the dishes, it appears I'll just have to help you."

"What?"

Crane stood behind her. Abbie felt his hands wrap around her waist. She laughed and squirmed when he tickled her. She shoved him with her shoulder. "Stop, Crane."

"As you wish."

She then felt him run his fingers down her arms. Although she couldn't see them through the suds, his hands landed on top of hers, moving the way hers were when she washed the plate.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm tending to the dishes with you, Miss Mills." He helped her put the dish on the other side of the sink to rinse for later. Before she could pick up another dish, he entwined their fingers and kissed the bare side of her neck.

"This isn't helping."

"Of course it is, Leftenant," he said as he kissed her neck some more.

Abbie was a bit taken aback; Crane was never this intimate with her. He kissed her lips and her forehead, nose, hands, but never any other part of her. She closed her eyes and titled her head to the side and leaned into him for a few seconds to enjoy a bit of the moment. She couldn't fully relax in it; she had to finish the dishes, so that they could get started on their movie. Abbie wanted them to watch The Fast and the Furious. She picked it because she hadn't seen it in a while. Plus, Crane had a thing with cars, so she figured he'd enjoy it, too.

"Crane." Abbie giggled. "We have to finish the dishes."

He sighed against her neck before he kissed it once more. He untangled their fingers and helped her wash the dishes the way he did before. Abbie felt his breath on her skin.

After they completed the dishes, dried their hands, and fixed themselves a few doughnut holes for desert, they walked into the living room. Crane placed the plate on the lamp table while Abbie put the movie in the DVD player. She felt Crane behind her again. He reached in front of her and stopped the movie. Abbie turned to face him.

"What are you doing, Crane? I thought we were watching the movie."

"In a moment, Leftenant."

"Are you okay?"

He grabbed her hands. "I am rather well."

Abbie raised her eyebrows.

"Dance with me, Abbie." He pulled her into the middle of the living room.

"With what music?"

He released her hands and walked into his bedroom. He came back with Jenny's speakers and Ipod. Sometimes Jenny would play music while they did research in the archives.

"Jenny let you borrowed her stuff?" She didn't normally do that. She wouldn't even let Abbie pick a song. How did Crane get her to trust him with her "technologically-advanced music player," as he called it?

"Fortunately, yes, she did. Of course, she gave me a rather stern warning about taking the upmost care of her possessions. I assured her I would be careful."

He put the Ipod into the speaker and pressed play. Abbie remembered the song. Crane was rather fond of it. She heard him humming it one morning when he thought she was asleep. She missed listening to his voice. They would have to do karaoke again. This time, Crane would have to sing something from this century. No more songs about syphilis and sailors.

He extended his hand to her. "Miss Mills?"

"You know I don't dance, Crane," Abbie said as she took his hand.

"Lucky for you, I'm not teaching you a dance from my era. We'll just 'slow dance' like other items do." He put his hands around her waist.

Abbie smiled at him, put her hands on his arms, and her head on his chest. "You watch too many movies."

"Who's fault is that?"

"I was just trying to get you acclimated to the twenty-first century. You were a little behind."

"That I was."

They smiled at each other and danced in silence, listening to the music.

Abbie spoke again. "Why this song, Crane?"

"The lyrics ring true to me. I don't know how I would have survived without you. You're my partner." He stared down at her. He leaned in to kiss her again. This time it was her lips. Next, he made his way down to her neck for the second time. She wasn't expecting it, but he stopped kissing her. She felt his breath again as she kept her eyes closed.

"Ma besoin," he whispered into her skin before he finally tasted it again.

Crane really did know how to woo her. He treated he well. He knew what he had. She wasn't just anybody to him. It showed in the way he spoke to her, the way he touched her, the way he kissed her, the way he looked at her. She loved him for it. Luke wasn't even like this. This was so much more than a relationship. It was true intimacy, and they hadn't even slept together. She could open up to him without fear or judgment, which was much more intimate than sex could ever be for her. She hoped it was the same for him. It seemed to be equally important. He was vulnerable in front of her just as much as she was in front of him. He felt comfortable with her. She wanted him to; she was comfortable with him, too. If she wasn't ready to talk about something, then he'd give her space. He never pushed her. She didn't push him either. They respected each other's privacy.

"My need."

Crane stopped kissing Abbie's neck and stared at her. "You know what that means?"

"I took French in high school."

"You never told me you have knowledge of another language." He kissed her nose.

"You never asked." She put her forehead to his.

"I should inquire more about your prior education."

"Perhaps you should."

Crane still danced with her, even though the song ended. "Would you mind pronouncing it in French?"

Abbie knew what he was talking about, but she wanted to mess with him a little bit. "Pronounce what, Mr. Crane?"

"You're toying with me, Miss Mills."

Abbie laughed at him. "Mon besoin."

Their lips met again. After a while, Abbie broke away from his mouth to kiss his neck like he did hers. With each kiss, she whispered those two little words until she ended up at the hollow of his neck. He lifted her chin.

"Ma besoin," he said.

"Mon besoin."

They kissed once more.