I'm really loving all the encouraging reviews! This fic has been so much
fun to write and I'm glad people are enjoying it. Here's part 4! Sorry
it's so short, hopefully I'll have the next part done later tonight.
Abby awoke to the sunlight that was beginning to peak through the shades in her bedroom. As she rubbed her eyes of sleep, the previous night's events came flooding back to her. She remembered how nervous she had been, she remembered how nice dinner was, and she remembered the hours of passionate love making that had continued long into the night. John had been so gentle, yet so full of desire at the same time. It had been the most wonderful night of her life and she hoped to share many similar evenings with the man who was still lying next to her, fast asleep. Abby rolled onto her stomach and watched John sleep. He looked so peaceful, the picture of perfection. Just watching him sleep, Abby couldn't help but feel that she was falling even more in love with him. She didn't know how long she had been watching him when John began to stir. He yawned, stretched, and finally opened his eyes. He was a little startled to see Abby lying there, watching him calmly.
"I guess you do do that every morning," Abby said. John just smiled, and then asked,
"How long have you been up?"
"A little while."
"Watching me sleep?" John asked incredulously.
"I wish I had a teddy bear to give you. You looked just like a little five-year-old, you were sleeping so peacefully," Abby said, running a hand through John's hair.
"Well," John said, pulling Abby on top of him and leaving his arms wrapped around her waist, "I was exhausted after that work out you gave me last night."
Abby gave him a light kiss on the lips.
"Last night was wonderful, John." They lay there for a few minutes, just listening to each other breathe. Neither wanted this moment that they were in to end. It was so peaceful and calm. It what both of them had always dreamed of, but had never been able to have, until now. Finally, John said,
"Are you working tonight?"
"Yeah," Abby replied, but not moving from where she lay on top of him, "six to six."
"Me too," John said, stroking her hair.
"Do you want breakfast?" Abby asked.
"I should probably go home and shower, catch up on some Q and As."
"I don't think Weaver's gonna mind if you're a little behind after what happened the other day. Please, stay. You can shower here and I'll make breakfast."
Something in the way Abby said "please" made John know that he had to stay. He couldn't possibly tear himself away from her. He was finally certain that she wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her.
"Ok," he said, "I'll stay."
"Great," Abby smiled, rolling off of him and finding her pajama bottoms as she got of out bed.
"You cook?" John asked, sitting up.
"I am an excellent chef," Abby said.
"Hmmm," John said skeptically, only to be hit in the face with the towel that Abby threw at him.
"Hey!" he exclaimed.
"You asked for it!" Abby replied. "Questioning my cooking!"
"No . . . I think YOU asked for it!" John said as he began chasing Abby around the bedroom, threatening to smack her with the towel. When he finally had her cornered between the bed and the wall, he lopped the towel around her waist, and drew her slowly towards him. When their bodies were finally touching, John kissed her passionately. Abby returned the kiss with full force, allowing his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth. Before things got too carried away, they pulled apart. For a minute they just stood there, holding onto each other for dear life. Neither one of them said a word; nothing needed to be said. Standing in Abby's bedroom, with sun streaming in the window and a light breeze billowing the curtains, holding her in him arms, John knew why he was thirty-one years old and "some girl" hadn't come along and married him, as Abby had said. He had been waiting for this.
"So," Abby started, tilting her head towards John, "how does scrambled eggs and toast sound?"
"That sounds excellent to me."
"Good because that's about the only thing I can cook," Abby said as she headed into the hall.
"What happened to your being a fabulous cook?" John inquired.
Abby shrugged,
"I am a fabulous cook, just not a fabulous cook of many things." John laughed and Abby threw him one of her dazzling smiles over her shoulder as she left the room.
"Yes," John thought as he walked into the bathroom, this was what he had been waiting for.
Abby awoke to the sunlight that was beginning to peak through the shades in her bedroom. As she rubbed her eyes of sleep, the previous night's events came flooding back to her. She remembered how nervous she had been, she remembered how nice dinner was, and she remembered the hours of passionate love making that had continued long into the night. John had been so gentle, yet so full of desire at the same time. It had been the most wonderful night of her life and she hoped to share many similar evenings with the man who was still lying next to her, fast asleep. Abby rolled onto her stomach and watched John sleep. He looked so peaceful, the picture of perfection. Just watching him sleep, Abby couldn't help but feel that she was falling even more in love with him. She didn't know how long she had been watching him when John began to stir. He yawned, stretched, and finally opened his eyes. He was a little startled to see Abby lying there, watching him calmly.
"I guess you do do that every morning," Abby said. John just smiled, and then asked,
"How long have you been up?"
"A little while."
"Watching me sleep?" John asked incredulously.
"I wish I had a teddy bear to give you. You looked just like a little five-year-old, you were sleeping so peacefully," Abby said, running a hand through John's hair.
"Well," John said, pulling Abby on top of him and leaving his arms wrapped around her waist, "I was exhausted after that work out you gave me last night."
Abby gave him a light kiss on the lips.
"Last night was wonderful, John." They lay there for a few minutes, just listening to each other breathe. Neither wanted this moment that they were in to end. It was so peaceful and calm. It what both of them had always dreamed of, but had never been able to have, until now. Finally, John said,
"Are you working tonight?"
"Yeah," Abby replied, but not moving from where she lay on top of him, "six to six."
"Me too," John said, stroking her hair.
"Do you want breakfast?" Abby asked.
"I should probably go home and shower, catch up on some Q and As."
"I don't think Weaver's gonna mind if you're a little behind after what happened the other day. Please, stay. You can shower here and I'll make breakfast."
Something in the way Abby said "please" made John know that he had to stay. He couldn't possibly tear himself away from her. He was finally certain that she wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her.
"Ok," he said, "I'll stay."
"Great," Abby smiled, rolling off of him and finding her pajama bottoms as she got of out bed.
"You cook?" John asked, sitting up.
"I am an excellent chef," Abby said.
"Hmmm," John said skeptically, only to be hit in the face with the towel that Abby threw at him.
"Hey!" he exclaimed.
"You asked for it!" Abby replied. "Questioning my cooking!"
"No . . . I think YOU asked for it!" John said as he began chasing Abby around the bedroom, threatening to smack her with the towel. When he finally had her cornered between the bed and the wall, he lopped the towel around her waist, and drew her slowly towards him. When their bodies were finally touching, John kissed her passionately. Abby returned the kiss with full force, allowing his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth. Before things got too carried away, they pulled apart. For a minute they just stood there, holding onto each other for dear life. Neither one of them said a word; nothing needed to be said. Standing in Abby's bedroom, with sun streaming in the window and a light breeze billowing the curtains, holding her in him arms, John knew why he was thirty-one years old and "some girl" hadn't come along and married him, as Abby had said. He had been waiting for this.
"So," Abby started, tilting her head towards John, "how does scrambled eggs and toast sound?"
"That sounds excellent to me."
"Good because that's about the only thing I can cook," Abby said as she headed into the hall.
"What happened to your being a fabulous cook?" John inquired.
Abby shrugged,
"I am a fabulous cook, just not a fabulous cook of many things." John laughed and Abby threw him one of her dazzling smiles over her shoulder as she left the room.
"Yes," John thought as he walked into the bathroom, this was what he had been waiting for.