For ichabbienerd2018 on Tumblr. Here is Ichabbie watching t.v. I thought this would be between 100-195 words, but once I started I knew it would be impossible. Lol Anyway, thanks for the request. I hope you like this and that you'll never look at "A Charlie Brown Christmas" the same again. lol Let me know. :)
"It's called 'Netflix,' Crane. You can pick from lots of movies and t.v shows. They may even have something on here about the Founding Fathers," Abbie said.
She and Crane sat down on the sofa. Abbie placed the bowl of kettle corn on the table and put her toes in the slit of the cushions.
"Don't pick anything boring." She gave him the remote control.
"It seems you don't trust my judgement."
"Not when it comes to movies." She took a handful of popcorn. "Pick something."
He scrolled through the films with his mouth open. "I'm astounded at the number of films on here. How does one even begin to—"
"Crane, a movie." She at some more popcorn.
"Right."
He finally settled on "A Charlie Brown Christmas."
Abbie shook her head. "Of course, Crane. Of course. It's October."
"Don't judge me, Leftenant. They're rather cute characters, and I've taken a liking to cartoons."
Abbie shook her head again and smiled at him. She passed him the bowl of popcorn.
As the movie began, she rubbed her feet together, then put the balls off her feet on the floor.
"Is something the matter?" Crane said as he chewed.
"My feet hurt. Rough day at work." She rubbed her heels as she watched the movie.
Crane put the popcorn back on the table. He took off his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He removed her hands and carefully grabbed her feet. He placed them in his lap.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I would like to give you a foot massage. Please allow me, Leftenant."
Abbie nodded her head. She wouldn't argue; she really needed it. She relaxed against the arm of the sofa and closed her eyes while Crane's fingers soothed the sore spots and aches. She sighed.
Crane glanced at her, gave her a little smile. He was glad he could do this for her. He heard Abbie sigh again when his fingers kneaded the balls of her feet. He wanted to stare at her. He wanted to enjoy the slight tilt of her neck and the small moans and exhales she released from her belly. But he didn't; he couldn't twist this moment into what it wasn't, what he wanted it to be. Instead, he stared at his hands and focused on Charlie Brown's voice.