Author's Note:

Been a while for this story hadn't it folks? I have no excuse I guess. I just get a nasty case of writer's block from time to time. One would think that a sex scene involving King would be easy to write…sigh. The thing that really sucks is that I have good parts already mapped out in my brain. It's usually just getting to that point that is difficult for me. On another note, First Impressions is slowly but surely coming to an end. Possibly only one or two more chapters remain. I promise I will discipline myself to update on a more frequent basis. Till next time…feel free to drool, just don't get electrocuted.

McFadden-

Chapter 10: Sleepover

Abby awoke when her arm slid out from under her head, dropping in her lap like dead weight on a string. She could even remember drifting off to sleep. Checking the clock… it's was close to 4 a.m. She looked over on the trundle bed to see Zoë fast asleep. Good, maybe King would still be awake. If not…well then she would just have to wake him up herself. That sounded like fun. With all the grace and stealth she could muster, Abby crept back into her bedroom. Deep and even breathing could be heard in the dark; a telltale sign that King was, in fact, engrossed in a subterranean sleep. Tiptoeing over to the bed, she viewed King in all the masterful glory that could be attained in a partially undressed man who wore tube socks to bed. She giggled slightly at the new discovery. Lust must have consumed her mind too much for her to notice it earlier. His soft snores and shifting averted her attention to his face. His mouth was slightly opened when Abby decided to climb on top of him. He stirred slightly as she leaned down placing each of her hands beside his head. She let her body drag across his as she stretched out on top of him. King's eyes fluttered open revealing their sleepy state and mild confusion as he realized that Abby was staring down at him with a content smile on her face. He remained still as one of her fingers brushed coolly across his lips.

"Is this what you had in mind when you dreamt about me the other night King?"

All that he registered was that her voice was so seductive to him. Abby waited as he searched through the cobwebs of his mind to pull out that embarrassing memory. His lips ticked up in the corner and he shook his head no.

"I bet you, you weren't wearing tube socks either. At least I hope you weren't."

He looked down at his feet and wiggled his cotton-covered toes.

"No…Can't say that I was. But they're not so bad. I think they make my legs look longer and more attractive. What do you think?"

"I think your legs are hairy and disgusting…"

He frowned slightly and looked playfully offended for a split second before that melted away into his usual smirk.

"Way to build that self-esteem Whistler, thanks. Now if you would so kindly answer this burning question that I have. Why are you on top of me?"

Even seconds out of slumber his wit didn't miss a beat. She looked at him coyly and got merely an inch away from his face.

"I wanted to take your temperature. You feel a little warm."

King smirked and raised his eyebrows. He knew Abby was certainly radiating some molten heat off of her own body and that he himself was certainly getting warmer by the minute but the last person to 'take his temperature' was Danica. And let's just say that he had his own menstrual cycle for the next two days.

"Is that so? Well I'm afraid you're just going to have to guess, because my ass has a strict 'exit only' policy since I'm out of Danica's detention center for misguided and anemic youths."

Abby chuckled before leaning down and kissing him furiously as her tongue navigated a delicious path around his own. She felt a deep groan from King as he responded. His hands came up to caress her back, his stubbing fingernails digging slightly into the flesh of her shoulders. He broke apart breathing harshly and looked at her with feral eyes.

"Watch it Missy or I'll stick my thermometer down your throat."

Abby laughed out loud at his disgusting comment. But, that was King. Love him or not. Luckily she knew just how to shoot back at him with sarcasm of her own.

"Is that your secret at getting all those girls?"

"Well… partly. You really should see it. It's one of the eight world wonders."

She looked at him, amused by his self conceited banter but replied dryly.

"King there's only seven."

"Ahh yes, but this is the one they didn't want you to know about."

She giggled and kissed his bearded jaw line, murmuring against it.

"You can be so egotistical…"

He tilted his head back to give her better access before leaning up and stealing a kiss of his own. His facial expression was sweet and boyish.

Yeah, I can…"

Suddenly he flipped her over quickly so that now she was underneath him. He felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest. His lips trailed down over the skin her neck and breasts. A slight flush settled over her and he thrilled at the fact that he put it there. Deftly and delicately his fingers moved in silent brushes over sensitive wrists and ribcage. That's when he felt her shiver against him. He quietly looked at her and spoke in hushed, barely audible tones.

"But sometimes I can be awfully romantic."

Abby smiled blissfully at this. She knew he could be. It was something that she could just tell about him. But for now, she just wanted to play this game.

"Now there's a side that has yet to be seen."

He cocked an eyebrow and placed a chaste kiss on her lips

"Fear not my dear Whistler, its showing itself now."

With that, he began his exploration of every visible piece of flesh. Placing soothing kisses on the parts that were scraped from earlier that night or scarred from years of fighting, earning him sweet sighs from her. He thumbed a scratch across her hairline and kissed a scar on her shoulders. His tongue laved at a small cut on her neck, licking up the dried blood that awakened his sixth senses. Abby felt anxious and wanted to feel his bare body against her own. So she began pulling her tank top up until King's large hand stopped her by taking her wrist and anchoring it above her head. Once securing it there, he took over her job. She moaned loudly when she felt his rough hand flat against the skin of her abdomen. He inched her she higher above her waist and finally over her head. She arched her back, pressing herself against him.

"That better?"

To King's recollection, he had never seen Whistler move faster than she did at that moment. Abby had managed to strip him and her from their remaining clothes in less than ten seconds. She had even gone so far as to remove his socks with her toes. Obviously, she had very dexterous toes. Before he went any further, King had one last question.

"Condom?"

Whistler reached her hand out blindly feeling around for her dresser drawer, pulling out a strand of the small squared packages. She tore one off with her mouth and handed it to a baffled King. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she put the remaining packages back in their place.

"What?"

"Busy, are we?"

He glanced towards the drawer. She followed his gaze and scoffed, lying back on the bed.

"I may not get as much action as you King, but when I do; I'm not stupid about it."

King smiled down at her.

"You animal…"

He bent down and kissed her softly.

"Good girl."

He rolled on the condom and then looked back at Abby. Now she was just lying beneath him with those penetrating eyes asking him to come and get her. Beckoning him closer with her index finger, she reached up and bit his lower lip, drawing him down into her. With that kiss, King entered her awaiting body and swallowed her outcry with his mouth. He felt her slender legs hook around his waist encouraging him to go deeper. His eyes locked on her as her hand traveled up his chest and threaded itself in the hair at the base of his neck, pulling at the tips. Her breath hitched in her throat and she let out a shuttering moan. He bent down a sucked harshly on her neck.

"Don't stop doing that King."

She writhed beautifully under him keeping time with his every thrust. A few moans from both Abby and King issued forth into the darkness. King was reveling in the feel of being inside of her. Minutes passed by and his pace quickened and his body started to tense up. Abby wrapped her self tightly around him, moaning. With a fierce growl, he emptied himself into her and bit down on the spot he had been sucking on, leaving a purple and red bruise adorned with droplets of her blood which he licked clean. He collapsed beside her and turned on his side to face her. Moving errant strands of wild hair away from her face, King saw that she was looking at him, perplexed.

"You still have it in you…"

Her voice was soft and her query wasn't really a question, it was more of a statement of discovery. He knew that she was referring to his vampiric tendencies. He soothed her hair down and answered her quietly and honestly.

"Sometimes…"

His thumb grazed the spot on her neck and she flinched only slightly. King's voice fell deep with guilt and concern

"I hope I didn't hurt you."

Abby ran a hand across his face and shook her head no. With her finger, she tapped him lightly on the tip of his nose. For some unknown reason, that caused King to smile brightly and take her hand to kiss her fingers. Abby smiled and laughed a little, shifting to lay her head on his chest. King sighed contentedly and laid his head back on the plush pillow. He heard Abby's quiet and muffled voice in the dark.

"Are you going to stay here?"

He ran a hand down her smooth back and pulled her closer.

"Contrary to anything Dex might say, Kitten, I'm not the love em' and leave em' type. I'm not going anywhere."

He felt Abby relax in his arms and bent down to drop a kiss on the top of her head. Before drifting off to sleep, Abby only heard one last thing.

"Told you I was romantic…"