This parts a little - implict. I'd rated it PG-13, but just thought I'd warn you. It's al consenting and cute and stuff though.
"Not Too Much To Ask." - Part Two
When she woke he was gone. She got up much quicker than she ever had before in her life, exploring the apartment till she found a note attached to the fridge.
'Gone shopping, - No food! How'd that happen so soon? Didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful. Back soon as poss. Dave.'
Holding the note, she sunk into a chair at the table. Trust Carter to call at the most inappropriate time. Dave had been really understanding so far, but she didn't want to wreck things now. Not after how things with Luka had gone. . .
She groaned. It wasn't Carter's fault. He needed help, and lately, he needed a lot of it. Trouble was, she'd had so much on her plate a few months ago, with her mother and Carter and Luka, it had been a relief to find Dave. Dave who never asked anything of her. Dave who always made sure she was okay. Dave who asked her how her day had been, and was just fine with sitting and talking all night. She tried to remember when Carter had last asked her how her day had been.
And now she no longer had Luka moping around expecting her to keep him happy and grounded and to put up with his moods, and had finally gotten her mother back in Eric's capable hands, she didn't really want to put up with Carter running to her every time he got a tiny bit stressed, or wound up, or whatever. Selfish, maybe. But didn't she have a right to finally have a life? To finally be happy, without taking on someone else's pain?
She buried her head in her hands. 'Solution to problem? Ice cream. Ice cream, lots and lots of it. And chocolate. And copious amounts of Chinese take out and crappy films. At least I'm not back on till tomorrow.'
The front door clicked open. "Dave?" She stood in her night shirt and walked out onto the hall.
"Hey. You're up."
"I missed you when I woke up."
He frowned. "Didn't you get my note?"
"Oh, you." She held it up. "I just thought, after last night…"
"Here give me a hand will you?"
"Ohh." She took one of the bags through to the kitchen table.
"What did you buy?" She asked him, laughingly.
He smiled mysteriously. "Shall we see?"
Hesitantly Abby reached into one of the bags. "Strawberries, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, honey?"
He reached into his bag. "Four tubs of Ben and Jerry's, non-alcoholic wine, and a box of chocolates for the lady." He grinned at her as she took it.
"Dave…"
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He whispered in her ear. "You and me, a bed, these things… what on earth could we get up to all day?"
"I thought you were working today?"
"What did you think I was talking to the Chief about the other day. I've got all day and all night off."
"Dave this is…" She smiled at him. "Thank you."
"And I haven't even started yet." He grinned.
They kissed. "So. What have you got in the third bag?"
"Oh, just some vegetables and junk. Thought I'd cook you dinner later on."
"You're amazing, you know that?"
"Ummmm – Yep." He grinned and she shook her head as she laughed.
"And impossible."
He nodded. "Yep. We gonna to stand here and talk all day?"
"Hell no!"
--
Some time later, Abby sat, wrapped in a sheet, holding a tub of Ben and Jerry's, feeding it to Dave who lay back amongst the pillows.
"So, tell me the truth. Did you have a crush on Dr. Weaver?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Come on." She placed a spoonful in his mouth.
"What.."
"Don't talk with your mouth full." She chastised him. He swallowed.
"What make you think that?"
"Running pool at the desk."
"Huh." He sipped at his glass. "Yeah, a little."
"I knew it." She said self-satisfactory.
"It was a long time ago. When I first started. Not now."
"Why not?"
"I have you." He told her, then grinned. "Even if you are a messy eater."
"Hey!" She objected, promptly dumping spoonful of ice cream on his chest.
"Aaahh. That's cold!" He breathed.
"I know." She grinned eating some. Dave shook his head, and grabbed a second tub from beside the bed.
"You'll pay for that, woman."
"Woman?" She dropped some more. "Oops, look at that."
He dipped his finger in the semi-melted ice cream and smeared some on her face. "Lovely."
"Oh, and I'm a messy eater, am I?"
He trailed another finger down her neck, with the concentration of an artist at work.
"What are you doing?" She laughed.
"Shh, shh." He told her, drawing more swirls and lines.
She lay back into the pillows as he propped himself up. "You'd better be planning to clean this up." She murmured as his finger drifted across her stomach.
"Oh, absolutely."
--
Abby woke with a shock to find herself alone in the bed again. Wrapping a sheet around herself, she patted out of the room. "Dave?" She called out, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
"In here."
She followed the smells into the kitchen, finding him chopping vegetables in a pair of jeans. "Good evening, sweetie."
She walked up and kissed him. She nodded to the stove. "Need some help?"
"God, no. Sit. Stay away." He shooed at her, and she swiped at him, but sat down anyway.
"You know, that's twice I've woken up alone today." She told him, as she admired how nicely his jeans fit him.
"I'll make it up to you."
"I think you already have." She informed him. "With credit too."
He turned and smiled broadly at her. "Really? I think I may need that."
Her attention was immediately drawn to that statement. "Why?"
"I have to work some night shifts for Carter and Cleo next week, as they're covering today and tonight."
She gave a dramatic sigh. "Oh, how will I survive?" She pretended to faint backwards, onto the table, letting the sheet drop slightly.
"Stop that." He scolded. "You're distracting the chef."
"Sorry." She grinned, not sorry at all.
--
Eventually, and despite distractions, he had presented her with an absolutely delicious meal, which he insisted on feeding to her, and now they were curled up on the sofa, watching on old black and white film.
She turned around in his arms to study his profile. He looked down at her. "What?" He whispered.
"Nothing." She replied quietly. He returned his attention to the screen. She settled in his arms again.
"Dave?"
"Uh-huh?"
"What's going on?"
"I have no idea."
They looked at each other and broke into laughter. "Shall I turn it off?"
"Yeah, go on." He did, and then turned to look at her.
"Dave, this has been the most fantastic day. I mean it. Not just the sex either. All of it."
"It's been pretty great for me too." He told her. "I wish it didn't have to end."
"We'll have more, just like it." She told him confidently.
Something flickered across his eyes, too quickly for her to decipher. "Yeah. Lots more."
She watched him for a second before he stood. "To bed then. It's late."
"Again?" She asked him.
"Again what?" He responded innocently. "I, Miss Lockhart, was suggesting we get some sleep before we go to work. What were you suggesting?"
"I don't know. Why don't we go to bed and see what happens?"
"Sounds like a plan."
"Not Too Much To Ask." - Part Two
When she woke he was gone. She got up much quicker than she ever had before in her life, exploring the apartment till she found a note attached to the fridge.
'Gone shopping, - No food! How'd that happen so soon? Didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful. Back soon as poss. Dave.'
Holding the note, she sunk into a chair at the table. Trust Carter to call at the most inappropriate time. Dave had been really understanding so far, but she didn't want to wreck things now. Not after how things with Luka had gone. . .
She groaned. It wasn't Carter's fault. He needed help, and lately, he needed a lot of it. Trouble was, she'd had so much on her plate a few months ago, with her mother and Carter and Luka, it had been a relief to find Dave. Dave who never asked anything of her. Dave who always made sure she was okay. Dave who asked her how her day had been, and was just fine with sitting and talking all night. She tried to remember when Carter had last asked her how her day had been.
And now she no longer had Luka moping around expecting her to keep him happy and grounded and to put up with his moods, and had finally gotten her mother back in Eric's capable hands, she didn't really want to put up with Carter running to her every time he got a tiny bit stressed, or wound up, or whatever. Selfish, maybe. But didn't she have a right to finally have a life? To finally be happy, without taking on someone else's pain?
She buried her head in her hands. 'Solution to problem? Ice cream. Ice cream, lots and lots of it. And chocolate. And copious amounts of Chinese take out and crappy films. At least I'm not back on till tomorrow.'
The front door clicked open. "Dave?" She stood in her night shirt and walked out onto the hall.
"Hey. You're up."
"I missed you when I woke up."
He frowned. "Didn't you get my note?"
"Oh, you." She held it up. "I just thought, after last night…"
"Here give me a hand will you?"
"Ohh." She took one of the bags through to the kitchen table.
"What did you buy?" She asked him, laughingly.
He smiled mysteriously. "Shall we see?"
Hesitantly Abby reached into one of the bags. "Strawberries, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, honey?"
He reached into his bag. "Four tubs of Ben and Jerry's, non-alcoholic wine, and a box of chocolates for the lady." He grinned at her as she took it.
"Dave…"
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He whispered in her ear. "You and me, a bed, these things… what on earth could we get up to all day?"
"I thought you were working today?"
"What did you think I was talking to the Chief about the other day. I've got all day and all night off."
"Dave this is…" She smiled at him. "Thank you."
"And I haven't even started yet." He grinned.
They kissed. "So. What have you got in the third bag?"
"Oh, just some vegetables and junk. Thought I'd cook you dinner later on."
"You're amazing, you know that?"
"Ummmm – Yep." He grinned and she shook her head as she laughed.
"And impossible."
He nodded. "Yep. We gonna to stand here and talk all day?"
"Hell no!"
--
Some time later, Abby sat, wrapped in a sheet, holding a tub of Ben and Jerry's, feeding it to Dave who lay back amongst the pillows.
"So, tell me the truth. Did you have a crush on Dr. Weaver?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Come on." She placed a spoonful in his mouth.
"What.."
"Don't talk with your mouth full." She chastised him. He swallowed.
"What make you think that?"
"Running pool at the desk."
"Huh." He sipped at his glass. "Yeah, a little."
"I knew it." She said self-satisfactory.
"It was a long time ago. When I first started. Not now."
"Why not?"
"I have you." He told her, then grinned. "Even if you are a messy eater."
"Hey!" She objected, promptly dumping spoonful of ice cream on his chest.
"Aaahh. That's cold!" He breathed.
"I know." She grinned eating some. Dave shook his head, and grabbed a second tub from beside the bed.
"You'll pay for that, woman."
"Woman?" She dropped some more. "Oops, look at that."
He dipped his finger in the semi-melted ice cream and smeared some on her face. "Lovely."
"Oh, and I'm a messy eater, am I?"
He trailed another finger down her neck, with the concentration of an artist at work.
"What are you doing?" She laughed.
"Shh, shh." He told her, drawing more swirls and lines.
She lay back into the pillows as he propped himself up. "You'd better be planning to clean this up." She murmured as his finger drifted across her stomach.
"Oh, absolutely."
--
Abby woke with a shock to find herself alone in the bed again. Wrapping a sheet around herself, she patted out of the room. "Dave?" She called out, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
"In here."
She followed the smells into the kitchen, finding him chopping vegetables in a pair of jeans. "Good evening, sweetie."
She walked up and kissed him. She nodded to the stove. "Need some help?"
"God, no. Sit. Stay away." He shooed at her, and she swiped at him, but sat down anyway.
"You know, that's twice I've woken up alone today." She told him, as she admired how nicely his jeans fit him.
"I'll make it up to you."
"I think you already have." She informed him. "With credit too."
He turned and smiled broadly at her. "Really? I think I may need that."
Her attention was immediately drawn to that statement. "Why?"
"I have to work some night shifts for Carter and Cleo next week, as they're covering today and tonight."
She gave a dramatic sigh. "Oh, how will I survive?" She pretended to faint backwards, onto the table, letting the sheet drop slightly.
"Stop that." He scolded. "You're distracting the chef."
"Sorry." She grinned, not sorry at all.
--
Eventually, and despite distractions, he had presented her with an absolutely delicious meal, which he insisted on feeding to her, and now they were curled up on the sofa, watching on old black and white film.
She turned around in his arms to study his profile. He looked down at her. "What?" He whispered.
"Nothing." She replied quietly. He returned his attention to the screen. She settled in his arms again.
"Dave?"
"Uh-huh?"
"What's going on?"
"I have no idea."
They looked at each other and broke into laughter. "Shall I turn it off?"
"Yeah, go on." He did, and then turned to look at her.
"Dave, this has been the most fantastic day. I mean it. Not just the sex either. All of it."
"It's been pretty great for me too." He told her. "I wish it didn't have to end."
"We'll have more, just like it." She told him confidently.
Something flickered across his eyes, too quickly for her to decipher. "Yeah. Lots more."
She watched him for a second before he stood. "To bed then. It's late."
"Again?" She asked him.
"Again what?" He responded innocently. "I, Miss Lockhart, was suggesting we get some sleep before we go to work. What were you suggesting?"
"I don't know. Why don't we go to bed and see what happens?"
"Sounds like a plan."
