Happy Ichabbie Halloween, Sleepyheads. This is inspired by Fright Fest I went to recently this weekend. Dedicated to T2Angel because I'm horrible for STILL not finishing your Ichabbie fic. Smh. Thank you for always reading and reviewing my fanfic. It means the world. Hope you enjoy this little surprise. The writing style is a little different, but I hope you enjoy. :)
Tonight turns out ironic. It's Abbie's spur-of-the-moment idea to buy them discounted season passes to Six Flags Fright Fest. They find cheap costumes. She's a mouse. Duh. And points at her mouse ears before laughter bursts from her belly. Of course, Crane doesn't get the reference, so she promises to show him Mean Girls when they come back home. He's a pumpkin. More like he's wearing a pumpkin shirt and calling himself a pumpkin. She promises next year they'll have better costumes that aren't thrown together.
They leave for the amusement park, and on the way, Abbie explains Fright Fest to Crane. The purpose is to scare the shit out of kids and adults alike because it makes for a jolly good time. Why would people want to subject themselves to such terror? he says. It's fun, she responds. He still doesn't get it. People like to be scared, she says. And she asks if he'll be afraid. Leftenant, we've seen scarier demons within our fight against the Apocalypse. A person sporting makeup and a costume couldn't possibly scare me. Damn straight, she says. He returns her question, asks if she'll be frightened herself. Of course not. She won't go anywhere near the haunted houses here, but she can handle a couple of dressed up actors and actresses.
Or so she thinks. The zombies, demons, and witches appear a little more live-like than she wants to admit. She blames it on the dark. It makes everything look creepier. She tells Crane not to make eye contact with any of them or else they'd get chased. Leave it to him to not listen to her. He thinks it's cool to stare at zombie George Washington. He claims his costume is quite realistic of the time period and wants to have a closer observation. And because of it, they are chased across the park. He thinks it's funny, really. But she's slightly terrified. There's fake smoke machines and screams from the far end of the park that give her chills. She's not enjoying this anymore. That wasn't funny, Crane. Of course, it was. It was quite thrilling. Are you not enjoying yourself, Leftenant? I am, she says. It's just…I'm kind of scared. Alright? He giggles and squeezes her hand because it's so cute to him. Fuck you, she says. He promises to not let go of her hand and keep watch for any monsters lurking close by. They try to make it to roller coasters and free falls in the park without getting chased, but it doesn't work. It seems they've never ran so much in their lives. The only relief they have are from the long lines, the bathroom, the air-conditioned gift shops, and the sit-in dining areas around the park. Abbie's glad for it.
They've just spent nearly $40 for two burgers, two fries, and two soft medium drinks. Crane's on a rant as they make their way to The Coil, the biggest ride in the park. It is preposterous, he says. This amusement park unreasonably charges high prices to its customers and takes advantage of their need for replenishment. Yeah, well, we're not hungry anymore, are we? He grumbles no. Exactly, she says. A clock they can't see strikes and dings across the park. She stops walking because she's finally had enough. What does it mean when the clock rings, Leftenant? It means more monsters are being released, Crane. It's starting to overwhelm her. She doesn't want to run into anymore monsters for the night. In fact, she wants to go home now. Crane takes her hand and pulls her behind a closed ice-cream shop. There's a fence in the back of it and some trees that cover their view of the other side.
She glances around to see if she can see any people and if any people can see them. They are completely away from view, away from the monsters, screams, and noisy breathlessness. She breathes deep, thanks him. You're welcome, Leftenant. I could see you were in need of an escape for a short while. She shakes her head, chuckles. This is ridiculous, she says. I'm a Witness, for crying out loud, and I can't even handle people dressed in silly costumes. She feels embarrassed and small.
Crane takes her hand, lifts her chin. Being afraid doesn't diminish the courage you possess. You're the bravest person I know, Abbie, he says. She blushes at the ground. Really? I don't feel like it most times. Really, he says. He traces her cheek with his fingers. And she stares at him, though she can't see much of him because of the dark. Then he's kisses her for the first time. They have an attraction to each other, yes. One that grew even stronger after Katrina died last year. It's just them now, and they teeter across the line. Kisses on cheeks, grazing hands under the table, sly flirting. It's all there, but they keep it in cheek as much as they can. But now, not so much. They give in and don't care about the cool fall air.
His lips are warm and so are his hands. His tongue slips in her mouth and she moans. A man's never tasted so good to her. They grope in the dark. Him her ass and breasts; her his hair and penis. He groans. She quickly unbuttons his pants, tugs them down, along with his briefs. He's removing her leggings. Her ass in them as been taunting him all night. She chuckles as he gets to his knees to slips her panties down. He throws one of her legs over his shoulder. His face crowds between her pussy. And she finds his tongue makes her say strange things that don't sound like English. His tongue slips in and out, quickly. She's afraid she'll loose balance. This feels more than amazing to her. She climaxes by tongue and teeth. Gladly so.
Then Crane's lifting her up and carefully holding her against the brick wall. It's cold through her shirt. He asks if she's comfortable and wants to continue. She kisses him as a yes. He's sinking his penis into her until it hits her G-spot, until she's breathless and gasping. He fuck game is too strong. He grunts into her neck, hits places she's dreamed of men hitting. She licks into his mouth, wants more and more. Faster, she tells him. Yes. There. There. Another orgasm overcomes her and then suddenly another because he refuses to stop his thrust. Her nails clamp into his shoulders. Her final climax is larger than she anticipates, so she half-ways calls his name. And he calls hers all the same. She's tired now, exhausted, but full and happy. He carefully sets her down and pulls her panties and leggings back up before pulling up his own pants. She kisses him and says, Let's go home. She hops on his back and he piggies her out of the park. I don't regret it, she tells him in his ear. Neither do I, he says. Once they are home, they make love again. Then they laugh at Mean Girls while they eat candy canes.