Something we all need right now after that whole kiss scene.
"Can I kiss you?" Danny said.
He and Abbie sat on his desk. She didn't say anything as he leaned in to kiss her. She liked Danny and wanted to give him another chance. He was important to her, but when he kissed her, it wasn't everything she wanted or needed. It felt right, but it didn't feel right.
When his tongue filled her mouth, when he moaned, when his fingers touched her cheeks, all she could think about was Crane. How would he respond to her? How would it feel? Would it feel like something was finally in place?
He stopped kissing her. "I would kiss you longer, but I have to get back to work."
He pecked her lips before he stood. He helped her up.
"Coffee sometime this week if you aren't doing the whole monster killing thing?"
She chuckled. "Sure, Danny."
He squeezed her hand, smiled. She returned it and left his office.
Abbie shut her front door. Crane waited in the living room for her. She took off her shoes, badge, gun, and blazer.
"I was coming back, Crane," she said, standing by the sofa. "What's this?"
He had the chess board set up on the floor with Chinese food containers.
"I thought we could play a round as we enjoy dinner." He positioned himself on the floor, held out his hand. She took it and sat down.
"Got my favorite?" she said.
"Spicy Mongolian chicken, fried rice, two fortune cookies, and a beer? I can never forget your likes."
She opened a container, moved a piece. "You also have an photographic memory." She raised her eyebrow.
"True, but even without my memory, I will still remember what your favorites." He shifted a piece.
"If you say so." It was her turn now.
He nodded, and she shook her head at him, smiling. She knew it was true though. She remembered things about him. That he doesn't like French toast and that it annoyed him when he didn't wear socks. He didn't like his feet. He was weird sometimes. That was okay with her.
"You're a piece of work, Ichabod Crane. Play."
He did. They ate in silence and played the game.
"Are you alright, Leftenant? You are normally trash talking."
"I'm just thinking."
He held a piece in the air. "Could this have something to do with Mr. Reynolds?"
Abbie's chicken wasn't what warmed her cheeks. "It might."
"Did your talk go well?" He put his piece down, smirking.
"Yeah." She took a break from the game to eat some more food. "I think he's starting to understand."
"That is good."
There was a short pause. "I let him kiss me."
She didn't know why she said it to Crane. It's not like she owed him anything or had to explain herself. Her love life wasn't any of his business, yet she wanted him to know.
He looked in his container. "You don't have to go into details, Leftenant. That is, after all, your personal business. You do not have to share."
"It's okay, Crane. It's just…."
He stared at her, waited. Was this hard for him? He was kind of jealous of Danny when they first met. He's been an okay sport about him lately. Of course, it was for her though. Not because he actually liked Danny. But what did she know?
"It was nice, but it wasn't…right. Does that make sense? If you don't want to hear this-"
"No, no, please. Go on."
"I didn't feel what I was supposed to."
"What were you hoping for? What does 'right' feel like to you, Leftenant?" He sat his food down.
She sighed, titled her head to the ceiling. "I don't know. It wasn't that though. Not even close." She stared back at him.
"Can you try to explain?" He folded his hands in his lap, something he did when he was curious.
"I don't know. I guess it…feels like a vibration up my spine or a tickle in my stomach. A flutter throughout my body." She laughed. "It sounds silly."
"Not at all, Leftenant."
She smiled at him. "That's what feels right. I wanted that."
He opened his mouth to speak, but he closed it. His fingers twitched.
"What, Crane? Just ask me?"
He played with a chess piece. "I am sorry you could not attain that. Would it be alright if I kissed you to give you that feeling or attempt to? Plus, I am rather curious and would like to know this feeling of right you speak of."
"Oh."
She wasn't expecting that. She did want to kiss him but was surprised he asked in the first place.
"If you do not wish-"
"I do." She stood. He did, too.
They stepped away from the Chinese food and game.
"Would you permit me to pick you up? It may be easier if we are close to the same height?"
She softly hit his chest, nodded. Crane was being real brave. He must have really wanted to kiss her. It couldn't have just been curiosity and giving her what she wanted. She put her arms around his neck, stood on tip toes. He gripped the back of her thighs and lifted them to circle his waist. They were level now, breathing in each other's breath. Abbie already felt the vibration in her spine. Crane stared at her to make sure she wanted to do this.
"Kiss me."
He did. Her stomach tickled. His tongue slipped in her mouth. She slid her hands through his hair to bring him closer. The taste of the fortune cookie and his gentle and quick tongue made her want him more. She sighed. His beard softly scratched her finger tips.
"Leftenant," he said between their kiss. "Abbie."
She kissed him again. He nipped her bottom lip a few times. Her legs tightened around him. He moaned as he fully enjoyed her lips again. He stopped kissing her and walked them to the couch. Their foreheads were together. After he lay her down, he climbed between her legs. She felt his erection, wrapped her legs around him. The flutter in her body took over.
"Do you feel it, too?" she said.
"I do. It is the most magnificent feeling."
She kissed him again. Her tongue found his. This was what she wanted. This was right.