Because this photo inspired me and I had to do it. Have no idea what's happening in this scene, so I'm making stuff up. :)
Abbie stands in front of her laptop, typing. She stops when Crane clears his throat beside her. She looks at him and turns. He doesn't smile, doesn't lift his eyebrow, doesn't flex his fingers to straighten his big, blue military coat. It's too late to shield her eyes.
"Crane—"
"There is no other choice, Leftenant. The Hidden One demands I return Pandora safely into his care. If he doesn't receive his other half by tonight, the world will fall into his clutches. You and I both know that can't happen."
"How many times do I have to tell you there's always another way?"
"I'm afraid this is the only way," he said.
Her eyes hit his coat. She reaches for his lapels. Her fingers try to recollect what it feels like, what he feels like, should something happen to him. She holds his other lapel, tugs him nearer to her.
"Crane—"
"The is the only way, Leftenant." He holds her waist.
Her forehead settles on his chest. He kisses her curls.
"For as long as I draw breath, I shall return to you."
She prays Crane would be alright going to The Hidden One alone. He specifically asked for him. Her spine vibrates and her chest hums. She shakes it out.
"If anything happens—"
"Abbie."
She sighs. "Positive thoughts. Okay."
He begins to pull away, but she clings to his lapels. His eyebrows sink to his eyes.
"Just…" She takes a deep breath. Her tiptoes give her a little more height to kiss his lips. She pecks them first. A few centimeters huddle between them when she parts. She waits for him to speak. He doesn't, so this invites her to give him a little bit more. Her lips taste his a bit quicker. He presses her body closer while she pokes her tongue in his mouth. He moans as their tongues grope for the other's. She drags her lips away.
"Come back to me."
"You have my word."
He walks away, and she rubs her hands together, trying to remember the softness and graininess of his coat.