They raced up the stairs to Shawn's apartment laughing at the juvenile activity. "I win!" Abi screamed as she flung her arms up in the air. They hauled themselves over to his door, he unlocked it and they stepped inside.
"Whoa! Nice place!" she exclaimed in apparent awe of the dwelling that seemed little better than the trailer to Shawn.
He stalked immediately over to his answering machine. A feeling of sudden grief and loneliness came over him, as he read, "No new messages". "Yeah," he mumbled forlornly, "Great place."
But she was too captivated to even notice his gloom. "…And you've even got your own computer!!!" She turned to him and he was slightly cheered by the size of her eyes.
"Oh, come on. It's not that great!" he stated thinking of it's creaky floorboards, drafty windows, and leaky faucets.
"Shawn, you live like a king!" He laughed at the thought.
"Are you kidding me? The dorms were nicer than this!" He flopped down on his bed. "Even I've lived in better places than this shithole!"
She stood up for her opinion. "Well, I think it's nice."
"Man, you sure do appreciate junk!" he blurted and then caught himself, but his words had already taken effect.
"Oh, God…Abi, I'm so sorry…" But she wouldn't even look at him. She was wounded. She just sat there on the corner of his bed and cradled herself, all color drained from her face. He had just implied that her life was less than junk. Maybe he wasn't so nice after all.
Realizing what he had said and that she probably hadn't bathed or eaten for a while he offered to make it up to her by letting her take a shower. "I don't need any 'charity' from you!" she snapped. But he was not going to let her stay mad at him so easily. "I'll fix you something to eat after you're done." She could stand being "stinky" for a while longer, but her empty stomach swayed her.
"Alright," she said, "But the buck don't stop there!" she replied with a smile. He smiled back at the thought that he was being forgiven.
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Abi just stood under the water for the longest time. She had forgotten what the feeling of water cascading down her back had felt like. It sent shivers down her spine and raised goose bumps on her arms. Part of her was wondering how she could pay Shawn back for helping her out, and the other was planning on how much fun she would have making him pay her back for his downsizing comments. All of a sudden she felt a draft swirl around her body. She knew where the air had come from; the door was standing wide open. She turned around slowly to peer through the glass shower door. But she did not have to peer through the foggy door. It was standing open as well and she felt a little dizzy, because he was standing right there in front of her with one hand in his pocket and the other braced against the open door. She could not believe how sexy he looked! She felt completely oblivious to the water. All she could feel was his breath on her skin as he leaned forward and kissed her passionately, longingly, deeply. She was soaking wet, and not just because of the water. She was so lightheaded she could barely hear his plea.
"I want to make love to you, Abi." The words came out shakily and caressed her ear. She could barely maintain her balance, so she threw herself into his arms. Then followed a series of wet kisses and within seconds his clothes were off. He moved forward into the shower and braced her against the shower wall. They were like animals, wolverines tearing each other apart. So many thoughts clouded her mind. This would for sure cover for his snide remark, and it sure is a wild way to say "thanks" but it would certainly do. All at one her thoughts were interrupted by what seemed like a train rushing through her head, no her body, no it was…"Oh, God!!!" she screamed.
A feeling of completion soared through his every bone and muscle because he knew he was making her feel so good, he was giving her this rapture, he was inside her. He hit an emotional and physical high whenever she screamed his name. He could feel it coming. He was about to give her his all, and apparently she was peaking too.
"Shawn!" she moaned. "Oh, SHAWN!!!…"
"Shawn?" he slipped into consciousness. "Shawn? I'm done in the shower and I hope you don't mind, but I borrowed your bathrobe. Anyway, Didn't you promise me something to eat?" she grinned and Shawn knew. It had all been a dream, but, oh, how real she had felt! He could smell her; he could taste her! Had it really been a dream? Yes, of course it had.
He crawled out of bed and over to the kitchenette. "There's probably something you could throw on in the dresser over there," he raised his eyebrows and motioned toward the three-drawer. As she sauntered over to it, he tried to keep the thought of fucking her out of his mind. After all, he could never be unfaithful to Angela…unless… No! Angela loved him. He had never had any reason to doubt her love for him, or his love for her. But she was in Paris and he was in New York. She used to write him almost every day, but he hadn't heard from her in weeks and he could think of no possible reason except she had fallen for some Casanova and forgotten about him. But Angela would never do that! It wasn't making any sense! He needed to think. He needed to talk to Cory. But he couldn't just leave Abi alone. I could say we were going over to Cory and Topanga's place to get her something to wear! Topanga will keep her tied up for hours trying on clothes, while I talk to Cory! Shawn Hunter, you are a genius!
"Hey, Ab?"
"Yeah, Shawn?"
"I think you and I should go over to my friends' house. They are very important people to me and you should meet them. Besides the woman of the house has the hugest closet in the world and you would simply flip over her some of her ensembles!" he exclaimed in the manor of Frank from Father of the Bride.
She could not help but laugh, but also could not help but look for a secret meaning in his words. He wants her to meet some "very important people" to him? He makes it sound like we're together…or is that just his way of saying he could find me better clothes? What are you saying!!! She wanted to scream. It was driving her crazy, but why? Why was she suddenly so into this "Shawn Hunter"? What did she really know about him anyway? Maybe she could find something out from "the woman of the house". Abi had switched back into her usual non-trusting, defensive mode. She had spent her whole life on her own, being so careful about who she associated herself with. I wouldn't really mind getting "associated" with him, though. She thought as she leisurely looked him over. She giggled again. "Sure, why not?" she finally replied. "I love meeting new people!" she fibbed as he handed her a deli turkey sandwich. Her choice of sitting position allowed him a sneak peek at her slightly covered breasts. Certain selections from his dream came to mind and he excused himself to the bathroom to take care of some "business".
