I wrote something before, but I won't post it because it didn't go the way I wanted. I'll post it when it's done though. Here's some Ichabbie after all that news about Ichabbie being separated for a few episodes and Crane having to work with Sophie (ugh.) So smile. :) I don't know if this makes sense though. :/ lol It was kind of difficult to write.
Crane and Abbie stood in the back of the library, in an aisle and section where no one else was. They skimmed through thick books that would help them with their latest case. She tried to reach a book on the top shelf, but couldn't. Crane reached it for her.
"Thanks," she said, turning to him. Her back was against the shelf.
"You're welcome, Leftenant." He stared at her with the book in his hands.
"Something on your mind?"
He flipped through the pages, set the book on the shelf by her head.
"Can I read you, Leftenant?"
"What are you talking about?"
"What is your reply?" He stepped closer to her.
"What will happen if I say yes?"
"I will open your cover." He messed with the collar on her jacket, the hem of her shirt, and the waistband of her jeans. "My fingers and eyes will examine your pages and all the ways I can bend, crease, and flip them."
She glanced down at his thumb that traced the bulge of her breasts. Then he kissed her neck, which she slightly curved into his tongue. Her breath caught itself near her spine.
"I'd read your words last. They'd tell me everything: where to begin, where to end, where to mark as my favorite spot. They'd tell me."
She bit her lip to keep from moaning. Why was he torturing her like this? He knew they were in a library. Of all places to tempt her, he picked now. There was hardly anyone in here, but still.
"The middle of you would be my beloved, the most adored. That is where you're heightened. You're most interesting when I'm there. Moments happen that I wouldn't expect, that I can't explain. That is where the story lies. It's where I'd eventually hold my bookmark. I'd move it once, twice, as many times until I'm at your contented finale." He kissed her, put distance between them. "That is only if your answer is yes."
He made her skin itch and her stomach bobble. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the side of the bookshelf. Her hands circled his neck. As he picked her up, her legs clinched around his waist. Damn him.