Something for your feels. Inspired by some of the promo pics. :)

He stood there, face to face with Abbie. His mouth gaped at her torn and dirty dark green t-shirt, her leggings ripped at her thigh, her scratched, maybe even bitten, arms, her bare feet. Her hair dripped in curls around her face and just a little over her shoulders. Her brown eyes hurt him most. Wide and bright, they flinched with fear and a something that most likely gnawed a piece of her courage and strength. She was and wasn't the same.

He stepped toward her until he could inhale her breath and she is. His thumb skimmed her cheek, and she shielded her eyes. He bent on his knees, wanting to see her as she was: damaged, vulnerable, strong, ever beautiful.

Even at knee-level she wouldn't look at him. She stared above his head. He put his hands on her hips. They brushed down her thighs. Then back up to her hips. He needed to reach her.

"Abbie."

Her eyes shifted to his while his fingers slid under her the hem of shirt. She closed her eyes when his fingers melded into her hips. Her hands found his beard, his cheeks, the back of his neck, his hair. Her finger traced his eyebrow, made their way down his nose, grazed his lips and chin.

"Crane."

He kissed her belly button through her shirt. She sighed, with her hands in his hair.

"What has she done to you? Where is she?"

She didn't say anything.

He grabbed her hands. "Abbie, where is Pandora?"

"You have to go."

"Not without you."

"Crane."

"I'm not leaving without you, Abbie."

"It's in her lair in the water. You'll find what you need there."

"How do you know?"

"Eavesdropping on her and her boyfriend."

He smiled up at her. "You are quite resourceful even in the worst of times."

"I had to do something." She put her forehead to his. "You really have to go now, Crane."

"I do not wish to."

"It's not up for debate." She kissed his forehead as he hugged her to him.

He gazed up at her again. "I will come back for you."

She nodded and tilted his head back a little further to kiss him. He moaned as their tongues clashed. His fingers creeped further across her skin; she sighed and held his hair in clumps before she finally stopped. She helped him up. Then he kissed her forehead.

"For as long as I draw breathe, Abbie."

"Go."

He kissed her palms, kept his eyes on her.

"Ichabod."

"You have my word, Grace Abigail Mills." He released her hands and closed his eyes. Before he was finally awaken from his trance, he felt her lips on his and a faint, "I love you."