Author's Notes: I like writing this. It's just random and fun. Enjoy. And thank you to everyone who reviewed!!! 0_o
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I had this really wonderful dream last night that Abby and I made love all night. I'm scared to open my eyes and realize it was only a dream. I hate the fact that she's not mine, that she will never be mine. She means more to me than the world. I would do anything for her, if she would only know all these things. I've never told her any of this. I'm afraid it would push her away even faster. I feel the springs of a bed creak and I open my eyes. I open my eyes lightly and my dream is reality. She rests her head on my chest and I wrap my arms around her. I kiss her forehead and run my hand over her body.
"Wasn't last night enough for you?"
I brush the hair out of her face. She gives me a smile; she glows.
"With you? Never."
Her fingers run over my body, teasing me. Its her little game that she used to do. She knows it drives me crazy. I search for her lips and meet them; a strange array of sugar and spice, a drug. A highly addictive drug. But the good part: it's all natural and legal.
"I have a shift in an hour."
I kiss her body, pulling her closer and closer under the covers.
"When's the last time you called in sick...?"
Weaver will probably be as angry as ever, but I don't care. I need her. We've spent too much time apart to let her go now. I want her. I need her. I can't go on without her.
"A while."
A grin passes along her face and she reaches over to me to grab the phone. Her breasts rub against my bare chest, and a hold her position on top of me . She quickly tells Jerry that she's not coming in and hangs up. I give her strong kiss on her lips and she starts to get out of bed.
"Leaving me already?"
She pulls on my shirt and buttons the first three buttons.
"You bore me."
I get up and follow her towards the kitchen. She sets the pot for a cup of coffee and walks towards the table to sit down. I follow her and rest my hands on her shoulders. She pulls away and rests her elbows on the table and her head into her hands. She stares straight at the dark brown wood. I walk to her side and kneel down in front of her.
"Abby..."
She looks away from me, wanting to disappear.
"That shouldn't have happened."
I take her hand gently into mine, placing a small kiss upon her olive skin. I rub her hand with my thumb, and she wants to pull it back, but I don't let her.
"I love you."
She starts to shake her head and I pull her into my lap. We both collapse on the floor, and I get a little laugh from her. She lays her head onto my shoulder and my hands run up and down her back.
"You don't love me. You're in love with some image that I will never meet."
That's not true. We've both changed a lot, and I've learned that the only person to change Abby, will be Abby. She has so much good inside of her, but she has to be the one to uncover that good. Anything I do is pointless. She is the most amazing, spectacular person I have ever met. I would never want to change her. She's perfect enough for me with all her insecurities, doubts, and fears. Plus perfect gets a little boring after a while.
"If I didn't love you, would I be sitting on a cold ceramic floor so you wouldn't have to?"
She rolls her eyes at me and sticks her tongue out. I can see the tears she's trying to control in her eyes. I give her another kiss on the cheek and lay my head on top of hers. I take her fingers and lace them within mine.
"We've both going to end up hurt again, you know that don't you?"
I wish she would stop thinking so negatively. I want this to stick more than I have ever wanted anything in my life, and we can do it. It will take more gritting teeth, a lot of arguments, and a lot of makeup sex, but we can do it. I don't want this to be perfect. I doubt I can stress that enough. I don't want candlelight dinners every night. I don't want her to swear sexy clothes every night, I'd rather see her in a pair of my sweat pants and my shirt. Fairy tales tell lies. I don't want a fairy tale. I want her. Nothing has to happen exactly as I planned it. As long as I can come home and have a bit of her here with me, it will all be okay.
"My ass is already hurting, thank you."
I can see the pout on her lips beginning to form, and she starts to get up. She offers her hands to me and I take them. After a little struggle, I'm back at my place towering over her. We both hesitate with what to do. After a one second our whole relationship has changed. I wouldn't think twice about making her laugh, but everything is suddenly so delicate. And that's the one thing I don't want to happen. I pull her into a hug and wrap my arms around her. She's real.
"So what now?"
I push the strands of hair away from her face and tilt her head upward to eye level with mine.
"I could go find my knight costume, my white horse, and my dragon... We could have the dragon kidnap you and have me fight it for you... Or I could just sweep you off your feet right now and never put you down. Your choice."
Her hands wrap around my neck and she has this gorgeous smile plastered across her face. The light breaks through the windows behind her and she looks like a princess, or a goddess.
"What? No black knight? I always thought he was always mysterious and sexy..."
I stick my tongue out at her and she runs her hand through my hair.
"You never told me if I was better than chocolate..."
She breaks away from me, a sly grin still on her lips.
"You've made your way up the ranking of a carrot."
She hurriedly shuffles away and I chase after her. I grab her around her waist and pull her back into my arms. I pick her up from her knees and she squeals with glee. I put her on the bed and climb in. We're both breathing heavily. My head rests on her chest and her fingers lazily play with my hair. This is beyond perfect.
~*~
I had this really wonderful dream last night that Abby and I made love all night. I'm scared to open my eyes and realize it was only a dream. I hate the fact that she's not mine, that she will never be mine. She means more to me than the world. I would do anything for her, if she would only know all these things. I've never told her any of this. I'm afraid it would push her away even faster. I feel the springs of a bed creak and I open my eyes. I open my eyes lightly and my dream is reality. She rests her head on my chest and I wrap my arms around her. I kiss her forehead and run my hand over her body.
"Wasn't last night enough for you?"
I brush the hair out of her face. She gives me a smile; she glows.
"With you? Never."
Her fingers run over my body, teasing me. Its her little game that she used to do. She knows it drives me crazy. I search for her lips and meet them; a strange array of sugar and spice, a drug. A highly addictive drug. But the good part: it's all natural and legal.
"I have a shift in an hour."
I kiss her body, pulling her closer and closer under the covers.
"When's the last time you called in sick...?"
Weaver will probably be as angry as ever, but I don't care. I need her. We've spent too much time apart to let her go now. I want her. I need her. I can't go on without her.
"A while."
A grin passes along her face and she reaches over to me to grab the phone. Her breasts rub against my bare chest, and a hold her position on top of me . She quickly tells Jerry that she's not coming in and hangs up. I give her strong kiss on her lips and she starts to get out of bed.
"Leaving me already?"
She pulls on my shirt and buttons the first three buttons.
"You bore me."
I get up and follow her towards the kitchen. She sets the pot for a cup of coffee and walks towards the table to sit down. I follow her and rest my hands on her shoulders. She pulls away and rests her elbows on the table and her head into her hands. She stares straight at the dark brown wood. I walk to her side and kneel down in front of her.
"Abby..."
She looks away from me, wanting to disappear.
"That shouldn't have happened."
I take her hand gently into mine, placing a small kiss upon her olive skin. I rub her hand with my thumb, and she wants to pull it back, but I don't let her.
"I love you."
She starts to shake her head and I pull her into my lap. We both collapse on the floor, and I get a little laugh from her. She lays her head onto my shoulder and my hands run up and down her back.
"You don't love me. You're in love with some image that I will never meet."
That's not true. We've both changed a lot, and I've learned that the only person to change Abby, will be Abby. She has so much good inside of her, but she has to be the one to uncover that good. Anything I do is pointless. She is the most amazing, spectacular person I have ever met. I would never want to change her. She's perfect enough for me with all her insecurities, doubts, and fears. Plus perfect gets a little boring after a while.
"If I didn't love you, would I be sitting on a cold ceramic floor so you wouldn't have to?"
She rolls her eyes at me and sticks her tongue out. I can see the tears she's trying to control in her eyes. I give her another kiss on the cheek and lay my head on top of hers. I take her fingers and lace them within mine.
"We've both going to end up hurt again, you know that don't you?"
I wish she would stop thinking so negatively. I want this to stick more than I have ever wanted anything in my life, and we can do it. It will take more gritting teeth, a lot of arguments, and a lot of makeup sex, but we can do it. I don't want this to be perfect. I doubt I can stress that enough. I don't want candlelight dinners every night. I don't want her to swear sexy clothes every night, I'd rather see her in a pair of my sweat pants and my shirt. Fairy tales tell lies. I don't want a fairy tale. I want her. Nothing has to happen exactly as I planned it. As long as I can come home and have a bit of her here with me, it will all be okay.
"My ass is already hurting, thank you."
I can see the pout on her lips beginning to form, and she starts to get up. She offers her hands to me and I take them. After a little struggle, I'm back at my place towering over her. We both hesitate with what to do. After a one second our whole relationship has changed. I wouldn't think twice about making her laugh, but everything is suddenly so delicate. And that's the one thing I don't want to happen. I pull her into a hug and wrap my arms around her. She's real.
"So what now?"
I push the strands of hair away from her face and tilt her head upward to eye level with mine.
"I could go find my knight costume, my white horse, and my dragon... We could have the dragon kidnap you and have me fight it for you... Or I could just sweep you off your feet right now and never put you down. Your choice."
Her hands wrap around my neck and she has this gorgeous smile plastered across her face. The light breaks through the windows behind her and she looks like a princess, or a goddess.
"What? No black knight? I always thought he was always mysterious and sexy..."
I stick my tongue out at her and she runs her hand through my hair.
"You never told me if I was better than chocolate..."
She breaks away from me, a sly grin still on her lips.
"You've made your way up the ranking of a carrot."
She hurriedly shuffles away and I chase after her. I grab her around her waist and pull her back into my arms. I pick her up from her knees and she squeals with glee. I put her on the bed and climb in. We're both breathing heavily. My head rests on her chest and her fingers lazily play with my hair. This is beyond perfect.