He lies on her bed waiting for her call. He glances at the clock, barely noticing that it's just after midnight. While he can barely smell her on the pillow, he can pick up the memories of her lying here. The essence of her being is imbued into the bedding and it makes his body hum with anticipation.
He's not used to lying down plus the waiting is nearly driving him out of his skull, so he gets up and starts to pace the room. When he passes the dresser, the powerful emotions attached to it nearly knock him off of his feet. He waves his hand over the wood before touching it and the memories almost send him to his knees.
She's upset beyond words. She's angry, hurt and heart broken because of his callous words. She runs her plans through her mind over and over again for fear of forgetting something. She's already left a note for the lady who cares for Magick asking her to care for Wizard along with a sizable advance for her services. After packing, she needs to go to her bank and get the keys to the house as well as getting enough cash to last her for a while. Then she'll drive to the airport followed by catching a cab to the train station. From there, she'll just have to see what they have available.
He quickly pulls his hand away, shaken about how well she organized she was despite her distress. He supposes that her anger is what kept her mind clear enough to get all of that done. The guilt from knowing that it was his fault that she left and it's his fault that she nearly lost the babies a couple of times makes him start to sink into despair.
Before he can become totally depressed, the phone rings. He jumps, startled by the sudden loud noise in the quiet house. He stares at the phone as it rings a second and then a third time, slowly crossing the room towards it. Just before the forth ring, he picks up the receiver. He slowly brings it up to his head and when it's finally in place, he doesn't say anything.
"Hello?" Maggie's uncertain voice comes over the line. "Abe?"
"I'm sorry," he whispers.
"For what?" she asks, totally stumped.
"For what I said, what I did," he answers, sinking down onto the edge of the bed.
"Abe, you're going to have to be a little bit more specific than that," she complains. "It's late and I'm tired. Is that what you wanted to tell me? Because if it is, I can't say I'm really happy about staying up for it."
"No, this isn't why I asked you to call me," he replies quietly. "I got too close to your dresser and I got a brain load of emotions from when you left. It reminded me what I jerk I've been."
"Ok, one last time, I forgive you," she states obviously frustrated. "Now, are you going to tell me why you asked me to call you after everyone went to bed?"
He lies back on the bed, the smooth sheets sliding over his bare skin as he starts to softly keen. He can hear her gasp and then moan.
"Abe, please stop," she begs.
"No," he quietly answers. "What are you wearing?"
"My night shirt," she responds, frustration and need filling her voice. "Why?"
"Good," he purrs as he reaches down and starts stroking himself, the keen slowly getting louder. "I want you to touch yourself."
"You want me to touch myself where?" she whimpers, not sure which is going to explode first, her mind or her body.
"Touch yourself between your legs," he calmly tells her as he increases the keening. "Where I touched you this morning."
She stops breathing for a moment, her heart racing even faster than it had been. She's sure she heard him wrong. She must have. He can't possibly be suggesting that!
"You want me to touch myself where?" she squeaks, her body trembling with the need for release.
"Between your legs," he moans as he feels the blood rushing towards his manhood. "It's called your clitoris. Touch it. Rub it. Imagine that it's me touching you."
"I can't," she whimpers, her sanity quickly leaving her.
"Just pretend it's me," he reiterates with a groan, the keening getting louder. "Pretend it's me touching you, caressing you, holding you."
At this point, she's so horny that she has no choice but to comply. When she does touch herself, she lets out a loud moan as her fingers seem to develop a mind of their own and start massaging that sensitive bundle of nerves. She closes her eyes and rides the wave of feelings that come rushing over her.
"That's it love," he encourages as he starts to seriously pull on himself. "It's me touching you, kissing you, licking you, loving you."
"Oh, god, Abe," she pants. "I want you in me, making love to me. I need you so bad."
"Yesss," he hisses. "Want to feel your heat around me. Burning me so good."
"Oh, god," she gasps as the pressure that's been building up inside her finally explodes causing her back to arch off of the bed.
A heartbeat latter she hears him let out a primal growl as he finds his own release. Silence stretches on for several seconds as their heart rates begin to return to normal. She rolls onto her side and curls up into a ball.
"Did we just do what I think we did?" she whispers.
"We had phone sex," he chuckles as he grabs the towel off the nightstand and starts to clean himself up.
"I can't believe we just did that," she groans in shame, burying her face into her pillow.
"What's the mater?" he asks, perplexed. "Didn't you enjoy it?"
"Physically, yes," she ashamedly admits after coming up for air. "But psychologically…"
"I don't understand," he states in confusion. "I thought you would enjoy finding release from sexual frustration."
"A frustration, I would like to point out, that you caused," she huffs. "Abe, I grew up with a very prim and proper grandmother. People aren't supposed to touch themselves like that. Especially over the phone."
"Ah, I see," he replies. "Then you didn't enjoy it?"
"I didn't say that," she grumbles.
"Do you not want to do it again?" he inquires, she can practically hear his head tilt.
"I didn't say that either," she nearly growls.
"I love you, Maggie, and I don't want to cause you undue stress," he tells her.
"I know," she sadly moans. "God, I miss you so much."
"We haven't been apart even twenty-four hours," he points out. "How do you think we'll be doing by the time you get back?"
"I think we'll both be ready for the loony bin," she responds. "At least I will be."
"Now, while we can't do much about the psychological pressure of being apart, we can take care of the physical pressure," he replies.
"You want to do this again?" she asks, a little bit horrified and a lot turned on by the idea of it.
"Every night until you come home to me," he states mater-of-factually. "You will call me, won't you?"
His answer is something between a whimper and a groan and smile spreads across his lips. She can hear him chuckling from his end of the line and she scowls at the phone in her hand. After about a minute of silence, his patience wears out.
"Was that a yes?" he questions, adding a little bit of a keen to his sentence.
"Of course that was a yes, damn you," she snarls, as certain parts of her anatomy betray her. "Now stop keening. I'm tired."
"And cranky," he observes and she hears his smirk. "You're not normally this irritable after love making."
"But we didn't make love, now did we?" she counters.
"True," he concedes. "I'm sorry, love. Should I let you go to sleep now or do you want to go another round?"
"Sleep, please," she begs. "I'm wiped out and I don't think I can survive another round just now."
"Of course, my love," he replies. "Good night. I love you."
"Good night," she yawns. "I love you, too."
She hangs up the phone and shifts around in the bed until she's comfortable. In a matter of moments she's sound asleep, exhausted and physically satisfied.
He hangs up on his end, a satisfied smile across his lips. He gets up, redresses, tosses the dirty towel down the laundry chute and heads back to the bureau. As he's making his way up the stairs to his tank, Hellboy comes in.
"Where ya been?" Hellboy asks.
"I was talking to Maggie," Abe answers, continuing his assent.
"Really?" Hellboy questions. "Manning's been looking for you. He's a bit livid. Seems someone went through the security tunnel to Maggie's house. When Manning tried to go through the code had been changed."
"Had it now?" Abe asks nonchalantly.
"Hope you had a good chat," Hellboy states, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"It was very…satisfying," Abe replies just before he closes the door to his and Maggie's room.
"I bet it was," Hellboy snickers before turning and leaving the library.