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"Payback? I kinda like the sound of that!" His eyes twinkled and Abby laughed at his expression.

"Yeah, I'm sure you do." She shook her head another thought entering her mind. "Do you realize that I probably will never be able to talk to that sweet old lady again?"

"Oh, come on. I'm sure she has seen worse."

"Worse? She was shocked when one of our neighbors kissed her boyfriend goodbye in front of the house…" Abby shrugged as she remembered the long talk that had taken place two weeks ago.

"And that was perfectly understandable, you have to behave properly in public." He teasingly added.

"Do you remember what we just did in your car?" She laughed as his smirk grew wider. "I guess I need to teach you what proper behavior in public means." She winked at him and made her way to the bathroom to check her neck. The hickey was clearly there to be seen. She tentatively touched the sensitive skin. "I can't believe you did that… No foundation will ever cover it for long."

"What can I say? I was caught in the moment." He apologetically explained. "You can't blame me. You shouldn't wear stuff like that."

"Stuff like that?" Her right eyebrow rose in question. She looked down at her sweat shirt and black suit. "What are you? Thirteen? There is nothing remotely sexy in what I'm wearing."

"I don't agree." He vigorously shook his head as he moved closer. "Well, I might agree about the vest, but the pants…"

"The pants?" she looked down again trying to figure out what he meant.

"Very… very form hugging…" He took her arm and made her turn around so that she could check in the mirror. Her eyes grew wider.

"Is this a nice way of telling me that I have put on weight?" She teased him.

"It's a way of telling you, that you are very nicely filling out your extremely sexy pants." He very seriously answered.

"So you're checking out my ass… Nice, very nice, Kovac…" She looked at him thoughtfully. "You do realize that I could report you for sexual harassment…"

"You saved me from that last time…" He reminded her.

"Maybe I was wrong…"

"Well I can assure you that I'm not checking your ass out that often…"

"Really?" She leaned against her sink and watched him through half-closed eyes.

"Really! I mean when you have your lab coat on, I can't see it most of the time anyway." He added with a shrug, barely keeping his laugh in check. Feigning offense, Abby hit his arm. "And it's far easier to check your boobs, which leads me to exhibit 2." He pointed to her cleavage. "Your top is way too revealing. I wasn't the only guy checking it out."

"You're impossible. I hardly have a B-cup. Who would stare at them?"

"Any guy?" He started. She disbelievingly looked at him. "You were lucky that Clemente wasn't at the party. I would have had to fight for your honor." She smiled at the jest. "But I can tell you that Frank definitely had his eyes there."

"Okay, that was way too much information." She raised her hand and shook her head as if to clear her mind from that thought. "You're getting me out of my current mood." She glanced up and with a sexy voice wondered. "You wouldn't want that, would you?"

"No, I certainly wouldn't want that." He moved closer and put his hands on each side of her, making it impossible for Abby to retreat. "There are things I absolutely need to check out."

"Really? Like what for example?" She huskily asked.

"Like… do you have matching underwear tonight, Ms Lockhart?" He bent down and licked her lips.

"Matching underwear?" She bit her lower lip and raised her eyebrows. He slowly nodded with a mischievous smile on his lips. "Hmm, interesting... And why would I have gone to the trouble to pick matching underwear?"

"I don't know..." He answered his smile widening.

"Well, you're very full of yourself today, Dr. Kovac... Matching underwear would imply that I was expecting something like this."

"Something like this?" He frowned and raised his head.

"You seducing me." She answered with a smile.

"So I am the seducer?"

"Of course you are. You proposed to drive me home." Abby matter-of-factedly explained.

"I was being a gentleman." He simply stated.

"A gentleman? You pounded on me in your car, when I was simply offering coffee to thank you for your trouble." She reminded him.

"Well I liked the thank you gave me just fine." He answered in a low and sexy voice. She bit her lower lip to refrain a giggle.

"Then you pinned me against my door and embarrassed me in front of a neighbor." She tried to remain serious as she listed the list of his sins for the evening.

"I can't remember you complaining." He countered. "In fact I remember you very clearly encouraging me. I'm still tingling all over." She blushed as she replayed the events in her head. There was no way she could deny the tingling she felt very clearly enhanced by his nearness. She caught her breath and hoped that her voice still sounded level.

"And now you have me trapped against my very own sink... Unable to move away even if I wanted." She raised falsely accusing eyes.

"Ahh! We finally get to the point." He pointed a finger at her. She slapped it away.

"What?" She frowned.

"Even if you wanted? That's very telling." He wiggled his eyebrows and gave out a throaty laugh. "But I think that you seduced me."

"What? I didn't..." She feigned outrage.

"Figure hugging pants, low-cut top, teasing smiles you flashed at me the whole evening, being asked in more than once... I'd say you would have been very disappointed if I had said no when you asked me in when we were in my car." She squinted and her smile grew wider.

"I'd say, you would have been very disappointed if I hadn't asked." Abby noted.

"Hmm..." He rose his eyes and pretended to think about her last words. She giggled. "Let's call it a tie then."

"Okay... Let's say we seduced each other..." She finally conceded. "But you're the one taking the lead currently. There isn't much I can do."

"Yeah I'm sorry."

"Really?" Abby wondered. He nodded and moved a little back, giving her the opportunity to put some distance between herself and the sink. "Well thanks, it was getting a little cold and narrow here."

"No problem." He smiled and looked down at his hands still on each side of her. He stared into her eyes.

"What?" She tried to read his expression.

"I'm a terrible liar." Abby frowned at Luka not understanding what he meant. He let his hands fall from the sink, leaving her even more perplexed. She questioningly looked at him. In a second he grabbed her hips and lifted her on the edge of the counter. He moved between her legs and flashed a naughty smile. "I'm not even a little bit sorry." Her hands had instinctively moved to his shoulders for support.

"That's very typical. You should be ashamed of yourself..." He moved her closer, letting her feel the effect she was having on him. "Really ashamed..." She wiggled against him as his hands tightened on her hips. "Leaving me all hot and bothered and you not doing anything about it..."

"Now you're being unfair." He countered in a husky and slightly out-of-breath kind of voice. "I think I'm doing all the work here."

"You certainly aren't." She looked down and smiled. "We're still way overdressed. How do you want to find out about my underwear?"

"That's a valid point. I certainly should do something about that." He pressed his lips against the sensitive skin behind her ear. Abby closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation.

"And I'm sure... you'll like what you'll see..." She struggled to utter the words as his lips slowly wandered to her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes.

"I love to unpack presents." She giggled before his lips finally claimed hers again.