A few people mentioned this in the Ichabbie tag. I don't think anyone has written it yet, so here you go. :) Hope this brightens your night. :) Can someone please continue this? Would love to see what someone else writes next. It doesn't have to be this long. Hopefully, this is a good setup for a continuation. Let me know.

"Don't stay up too late, Crane," Abbie said by the stairs.

He nodded.

"Thanks again."

"You are my partner. I will always protect you."

She smiled at him. "I'd stay up and figure that thing out with you, but I'm tired. Tell me about it in the morning?"

"I most definitely will."

"Night."

"Good night, Leftenant," he said.

She went upstairs. He rushed to her study with the tablet. He wanted to discover how else it worked with the attached symbols. Earlier, he caught snippets and physically sensed Abbie in trouble when touched it. He observed a demon attack her. Immediately, he helped. His partner was far too important to him. Now that she was safe, he wondered what else it would allow him to envision. Did it tell their future? Could he see other people? Would it show him what he or Abbie was currently doing?

He paced in her study. The tablet sat on her desk; the symbols resided in the back of it. He eyed it with his hands behind him. Should he touch it again? What would he see? Abbie was getting ready for bed. He figured he would wait ten minutes to give her time to undress. He wouldn't use this tablet to invade her privacy.

After the time on his phone hit ten minutes, he rolled up his sleeves, breathed deep. He touched it. His eyes widened as he saw Abbie in her bathtub with shut eyes. Bubbles covered her chest, left her collar bone exposed; she hummed. He snatched his hands away. Wasn't she supposed to be sleeping? His fingers twitched. At least one of his questions was answered. Was there a time limit? What were the impacts of utilizing this method too long?

Part of him wanted to answers to these questions, but the other part of him wanted to just observe Abbie in her moment of peace. Nothing bothered her. She didn't have any worries when he saw her in the tub. This was wrong though. He shouldn't spy on his partner like this, but he had to see.

He sighed before he placed his fingers over the symbols. He saw her again. Her parted knees poked out from the bubbles. One of her hands hid under the water while the other gripped the rim of the tub. He heard her moan and sigh, smelled her almond vanilla bubbles. His skin felt wet and warm. His penis tingled. Was it because of what she felt or him? If he were honest, it was both. He watched her sink deeper until the water was at her neck. She bit her lip, whimpered.

"Crane."

His eyes widened. He shouldn't be watching her like this. It was highly inappropriate. They were partners. He'd never do this to his partner, but he couldn't take his hands away, didn't want to. She was beautiful, and he wished he were there to give her the sexual pleasure she deserved. He was saddened by the thought that he couldn't fulfill her desire and fantasies. He wanted her, too. She moaned again, a bit louder. Nails scratched the rim of the tub, then stopped. She opened her eyes and sighed. Her climax was complete.

"Damn, Crane. Damn." She grabbed her loofa, lathered it with body wash.

He moved his hands, quickly took the symbols out of the tablet. He aired himself with his shirt. Shutting the tablet and putting the symbols on top of it, he left her study.

Crane sat at the table with his mug of tea. How was he supposed to sleep after what he saw? Would he tell Abbie? What would she think? He did the very thing he said he wouldn't do. Perhaps, he wouldn't tell her. Keeping secrets from her was the last thing he wanted, but he'd do it this once. He couldn't embarrass her by admitting that he saw her in one of her most intimate moments. He was helping her.

As he sipped, he heard her come downstairs. Wasn't she supposed to be sleep? She smiled at him when she walked in the kitchen.

"Any more left?" She pointed to the kettle on the stove.

He nodded; his fingers twitched.

"Couldn't sleep." She got a mug and poured herself a cup. Next, she sat in the chair across from him. "Find anything?"

What should he say? The truth or a lie? He drank.

"Crane?"

"My apologies, Leftenant."

"What'd you find?" She sipped hers.

"It does show us in the present moment."

Her eyebrows lifted. She put her mug down. "What exactly did you see?"

He shifted. "I saw you remove your coat and shoes in your room."

"That's all?"

"That is all, Leftenant." He got up to pour his tea in the sink.

"Not gonna finish it?"

"No. I think I'll head to bed. Good night, Leftenant." He smiled at her before he excused himself.

Abbie stared into her mug. Crane didn't seem right. He always drank all of his tea. Plus, it wasn't like him to shy away from her when he discovered something new. He normally talked her ear off. What was he hiding? With her tea, she left the kitchen for her study. It was the only place he went when he studied a subject.

She put her mug by the tablet. He told her how to open it and place the symbols in it in the car. He was really excited about it. What changed? When she had it set up, her hands covered both symbols. She saw Crane on the edge of his bed. He wore blue boxers and socks. No shirt. One of his hands was in his underwear; the other held his comforter. His eyes were closed; his mouth was open. She saw him move his hand back and forth in his underpants. As he groaned, a tingle settled in her vagina. She was aroused and slightly cool from the vent that blew above him.

Why was she watching this? He needed his privacy. This was private. And why was she aroused? She couldn't tell if it was because of him or her. It was probably both. Is this what he saw on accident like her? She was not expecting to observe Crane get himself off. She definitely didn't think he'd watch her do the same. Knowing Crane, it had to be an accident. He probably couldn't take his eyes away, just like she couldn't right now. It wasn't right for her to do this to him, but it was kind of hot. She wished she could have been the one to stroke him.

She saw his head tilt back.

"Abbie." His eyes squeezed tighter; his hand dug into the comforter. He panted when he removed his hand. "Oh, Abbie."

Crane took a deep breath before he stood to walk to his drawer. He shuffled through clothes for his pajamas. She removed her hands. Swallowing, she smoothed her hair down, breathed deep as she put the tablet how Crane had it. She took her tea and exited her study. She wasn't telling him damn a thing.

Abbie sat at the island with a cup of coffee. Crane smiled at her when he walked in. He fixed himself a cup, sat down across from her.

"Good morning," he said. "How did you sleep?"

"Good. You?"

She lied. She tossed and turned all night. The bags under his eyes told her he did the same. She felt guilty for what she did. Her lips were sealed though. They didn't lie to each other. This would be an exception. He'd be humiliated and probably mad if she told him what she saw. She wasn't going to do that to him. Some things had to be taken to her grave. This was for him.

"Good. Thank you for asking."

She sat her mug down. "I played around with the tablet after you left."

He put his down. "You did? What flashed before your eyes, Leftenant?"

She bit her lip. "You were asleep in bed."

"That's all?"

"Yup." She glanced away from him.

They were both silent, busy with their own cups until they spoke the other's name at the same time. Abbie wanted to tell him the truth.

"You go first, Leftenant."

She stared at him. Should she really? Was she even ready to talk about her feelings for him and tell him what she saw?

"Want another cup when you're done?" She stood to fix more coffee.

"That would be wonderful."

"What were you going to say?"

"I was going to ask the same thing."

She nodded as she watched the coffee drip into the pot.