Because we need a pick-me-up, and Abbie said she feels her way through the chess game, so I'm gonna run with it. Enjoy. :)
Abbie sat at the kitchen table, reading through another case. She glanced up from her file to check on Crane. He wanted to make some homemade sugar cookies for them and try out the function on Abbie's oven that automatically turned off the stove if you forgot to; he wanted to see if this worked. A dish towel rested on his shoulder, his sleeves were rolled up, and he stood in front of the counter. A bowl and baking tray sat there. He scooped out a small chunk of dough with his fingers, fumbled with it to make it somewhat round before he rolled it between his palms to form its complete circle. After he put the first ball of dough on the cookie sheet, he finished the rest. Abbie bit her lip and wiggled her pen as she stared at him. After he put the cookies in the oven, cleaned up, and washed and dried his hands, she got up from her chair. She grabbed Crane's hand.
"Where are we going, Leftenant?"
Abbie opened the door to the pantry; she stepped inside and pulled Crane with her. After she switched on the dim light, she closed the door.
"Leftenant, why must we hide in your pantry at the moment? Is everything alright?"
She nodded her head, turned around. She let herself fall against his chest; she reached for his hands. Closing her eyes, she sighed as she felt him inhale. She positioned his hands on the middle of her waist with hers on top. They spread their fingers out together. Abbie led his fingers down her waist, toward her hips where she paused them. He kissed her neck.
"Feel your way, Crane."