Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CSINY characters, but Abby is mine!

A/N: So, I did a TON of writing today. It just seemed to flow really well, so I have a couple chapters already written. This is total fluff…enjoy!

Mrs.Fitzgerald – It was really sad, huh? I got myself all upset when I read it over!

The Little Corinthian – You're such a faithful reviewer, I love it! Hope you enjoy this one!

Aphina – Thanks for the kind words. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 7

Danny heard a soft knock on Don's apartment door. He got up from his spot on the couch. He looked though the peephole to see Abby nervously shifting her weight from one foot to another while holding a box of pizza.

"Hey." He smiled when he opened the door and stepped aside for her to enter the apartment.

"I brought you boys some pizza." She smiled.

"No wonder Flack likes you so much. Ray's Pizza? You're too good to be true." Danny chuckled as he took the pizza box from her.

"Is he sleeping?" she asked.

"Ya, should be time to wake him up." Danny said peeking at his watch.

"I'll go get him." She smiled.

"Go easy on him, he feels like shit already."

"Ya, so do I." she scrunched her face. "I was pretty horrid."

"Nah, don't worry. He appreciates that you care so much. He's just getting used to it."

"Thanks Danny."

Abby walked over to Flack's doorway. She leaned against the door jam and watched him. A smile spread across her face. He looked so peaceful. He was lying on his back on top of the covers in boxer shorts and a wifebeater. His mouth was gaping and he was snoring softly.

She walked over, sat on the edge of the bed and ran her hand over his hair. He didn't stir.

"Don?" she asked quietly. No response.

"Don? You need to wake up. Don!" she said louder. Don shifted in the bed and groaned. Abby smiled. "Wake up sleepy head. I brought pizza."

Flack's eyes cracked open. He smiled. "Hey." His voice was heavy with sleep.

"Hey yourself, handsome." She laughed. "How you feeling?"

"Like shit. Look, I'm sorry about the hospital…" he started.

"Don, don't. I was pretty awful. I was worried, but I should have been more compassionate. Can we just put it behind us?"

Flack smiled. "Sure. You mentioned something about pizza?"

Abby giggled. "If you want some, you'd better go now, or else Danny's gonna finish it himself."

Flack reached up and captured Abby's lips with his own. He parted her lips with his tongue. He sighed and leaned into the kiss. He was rewarded for his efforts when she moaned as he slipped his hand under her shirt, onto her stomach. She immediately pulled back and blushed. Flack could tell she was embarrassed at her, uh, vocal expression of appreciation.

"Its ok babe, look at me." He laughed. Abby blushed even deeper and turned to look at him. "It's just you and me in here. I'm glad that you're enjoying yourself."

"I'm just, not used to….anyways, you better get up and eat, I'll go to my place, feed Piggy and shower, then come back." She said trying to get up, but Flack stopped her.

"Hey, you don't ever need to be shy or hold anything back around me, ok?" he said seriously.

She smiled shyly. "I know, I'm just not used to it, is all."

"Feels good, eh?" he winked.

"Don!" she gasped and looked away. To him, that was a silent admission that he was right.

"Ya, that's what I thought." He laughed.

"I'll be back in a half hour, ok?" she smiled and kissed his forehead.

Xxxxxxxxxx

True to her word, Abby was back to relieve Danny. Don almost chocked on his water when she walked into his kitchen. Her hair was down and wet, she wore pink flannel pj bottoms and a tank top 'ohmigod' Don thought 'she is not wearing a bra under there' .

"Don, you ok?" she asked him shooting him a funny look.

Flack's mouth was dry, he swallowed hard. A sweat broke out on his forehead as he watched her putter around the kitchen doing dished and generally cleaning up. She glanced at him again.

"Don?"

"Ya, I'm fine." He said getting up quickly, moving over to the couch and taking a deep breath. 'Think of something else, cold showers, baseball, anything…'

"Are you sure you're ok?" Don's head snapped up as Abby sat next to him. "You're clammy."

"It's, uh…." He paused for a moment. "You're outfit, it's uh…well…" he smiled. "It's driving me crazy."

She looked at him blankly, and then he saw the realization in her eyes. She blushed and crossed her arms over he chest. "Sorry, I didn't mean be so sleazy."

"I like it, it looks good. Should wear it more often." He teased and leant forward and kissed her. He felt her smile against his lips. Her hands went up his shirt and he gasped as she ran her nails down his back. He leaned forward, leaning her back on the couch. She let out a giggle as she fell back. He took a minute to look at her before he leaned down on top of her. She moaned quietly as his body weight settled on top of her.

They continued touching, kissing and laughing for another ten minutes before Abby spoke.

"Don….we need to slow down….your ribs." She said breathlessly.

Don smiled. "I'll live." He kissed her again.

She giggled 'God, I love that sound.' He thought.

"My self control is wearing thin, if we don't stop now…." She gasped as his hand passed over her breast.

"Three month policy, you sure?" he teased. The truth was, he would never push her farther than she wanted to go, but he loved to tease.

"I'm sure. You ready for little Dons running around?" she asked.

He stopped and looked at her. "Talk about a buzzkill."

She laughed. "Then we aren't ready for sex….the look on your face right now is priceless."

"You know, the pill isn't the only form of birth control." He winked.

"Ya, and condoms are only 97 effective when put on properly. They break all the time."

"Are you doubting my condom putting on abilities?" he said mocking hurt.

"Have you ever taken the time to read the instructions?" she raised her eyebrows. She was answered by Flack's silence.

"I rest my case." She smiled.

Flack scoffed.

"Let's go to bed, k? I have to be at work for 8." She said.

Flack flashed her a quick grin and they made their way to the bedroom. Abby slipped off her pj bottoms and slipped under the covers. Flack raised his eyebrows.

"Have you ever tried sleeping with pants on? They bunch and scrunch, ick." She scrunched her nose.

Flack stripped to his boxers and pulled off his shirt. It was Abby's turn to raise her eyebrows.

"Have you ever tried sleeping with a t-shirt on?" he teased.

"Oh you're so funny." She said as she snuggled up against him. "G'night." She murmured against his chest.

Flack sighed contentedly and rubbed her back. "G'night."