I drove for two and half hours on the fourth of July, and I couldn't help but think how Ichabbie would handle a really long car ride. Lol Hope you enjoyed your holiday. And in wake of all that's happening with black people and the police, I hope this can be a temporary escape for some of you, a little happy place in the midst of all the tragedy.

"How long is this ride again, Leftenant?" Crane squirmed in his seat.

"About seven hours. I already told you this," Abbie said. "And don't tell me you don't remember, Mr. Eidetic Memory."

"Well, one can always be sure."

He wished he was the one driving them to Niagara Falls. He wanted his eyes to take in the curved road and RVs. Instead they widened and glazed at Abbie's poked out breasts and full thighs. Her tank top and shorts did their job of revealing some of his favorite physical features of hers.

"You'll be okay for seven hours, Crane. You've ridden on a plane for longer periods. There's no need to be so anxious." She patted his thigh.

Oh, how mistaken she was. He was impatient, and it crammed into his bones. How was he supposed to go this long without having her? He squirmed again, counted the highway signs to get his mind off his erection. Crane decided not to trouble her with his wants, since they had to check in to their hotel at a certain time. Any kind of distraction would sidetrack them. It'd be best if he kept his tongue.

Half-way through the trip, Abbie let Crane take the wheel. She got drowsy and didn't think she'd be able to handle the rest of the drive. Normally, he talked her ear off. He hadn't said anything since earlier.

"You okay?" she said.

His fingers wiggled on the steering wheel and fumbled with the air conditioning vent. She always thought his hands were sexy. They made her feel safe or incredibly turned on. Kind of like now. She glanced away.

"I'm fine, Leftenant." He clenched the wheel.

She bit her lip, wanting him to squeeze parts of her that way.

"I haven't heard a peep."

"I'm fine." He scratched his beard.

Don't let her get started on his beard. Its prickliness between her thighs was enough to make her come without his tongue. It was going to be hard not thinking about that.

She cleared her throat. "Are you excited for our trip?"

He smiled. "I am."

"This was a good time to go, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"What do you think you'll like most about it?"

He chuckled. "Are you alright, Leftenant?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"You are quite talkative. What is bothering you?"

The only time she spoke this much was when she had a problem on her mind she didn't want to think about for a while. And right now, Crane was the problem. A very good one she didn't need. They had hotel reservations. She liked to be on time. She'd tell him once they got there. If she said anything now, they'd have to call for a much later check-in time.

"Nothing."

"If you are sure."

"Positive."

She hummed to herself. Just three and half hours.

"We are approaching a rest area," he said. "Would you like to use the bathroom or stretch your limbs?"

They had another hour to go, but he could use some fresh air. At one point, his mind was so consumed with Abbie that he nearly bumped the car in front of them. He almost went mad thinking about how she'd taste on his tongue.

Abbie thought they should finish out the drive. If they didn't, she probably wouldn't be able to control herself. But maybe a little break would be okay. She'd go to the bathroom to pee and clear her head, among other things.

"Sure."

Crane parked in the back, away from the trucks and other cars. There was plenty of shade to keep them cool. Both of them sat quiet.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom," Abbie said, getting out the car.

Crane followed. "As should I."

Abbie tilted her head back against the side of the stall, shut her eyes, and bit her bottom lip. Her fingers worked and worked inside her underwear until she climaxed. They weren't his, but they'll hold her until the next hour, until they got to the hotel, where she could finally have him how she wanted.

Crane gripped himself and bit the inside of his cheek to keep quiet. He couldn't get himself off like Abbie could. Once his orgasm hit though, he was relieved for a short bit. Only a short bit. Just enough to get them where they needed to be.

"It's been a long drive," she said as they met each other by the car. She leaned against it.

He stood in front of her. "Indeed."

His erection knew more than anything.

"What's been on your mind, Crane? You've barely spoken."

"I should ask you the same. Your humming and talkativeness haven't gone unnoticed." He smirked at her.

She couldn't hide her smile. Though she didn't know what was going through his head, but she sure wasn't about to tell him what was going through hers.

"What's going on?"

He sighed. "I've been distracted since we began this journey."

"By?"

Should he really tell her? It wouldn't do them any good, particularly him if she refused him. His impatience had finally got the better of him.

"By the thought of you." He stepped closer, slide down her strap, and kissed her shoulder.

Oh, shit, she thought.

"Crane."

He refused to hold his tongue any longer. Their reservations could wait.

He kissed toward her neck as he spoke. "By the thought of kissing your skin, of sliding my fingers between your thighs, of feeling you tighten around me."

Abbie didn't know what happened to her breathing. He was not even a centimeter from her lips. If she kissed him, they'd never make their reservations in time. She wanted him though. Bad. Her damp underwear told her so. She looked away from his lips, down to his pants. Judging by the bulge sticking out in them, she knew he wanted her, too.

"Kiss me, Leftenant."

She balled her fists. It was up to her to be the sane one. He was too far gone.

"One hour, Crane."

His lips touched the corner of hers. "Kiss me." He pulled her to him, hoping she felt him through her shorts.

She moaned as he pushed against her. "Damn."

"I'm right here."

Her hands touched his chest; she gently pushed him away. "Just one hour."

He groaned, watched her get in the car and buckle up. How was he to last one hour?

"Reservations for Mills," Abbie said to the concierge.

After she checked her name in the computer, she handed them their room keys. "We're glad to have you in Niagara. You're on the ninth floor. Enjoy your stay."

Abbie thanked her. They left for the elevator, where three other people waited. When they stepped on, each person pressed the button to their floor. Three, five, and seven. Great, she thought.

Crane stood behind Abbie, wrapped his arms around her. He knew they had limited space, but he'd he damned if he wasn't able to at least hold her for the time being.

At the third floor, Abbie linked her fingers through his. At the fifth, Crane's beard scrapped against her neck while he kissed her cheek. Seventh, she rubbed against him. They stood, holding their breath as the elevator made its way to their floor. If they let go now, they'd never get off this damn thing.

The doors opened. They hurried off, walked at a brisk pace to their room at the end of the hall. Abbie opened the door as fast as she could. The moment they walked inside, they were all over each other, shoving off clothes, nipping skin, gently pulling hair, moaning into mouths and on skin, licking, sucking, feeling. They weren't leaving their room for the rest of the night.