I told you I'd make it up to you if you read my last Ichabbie post and wasn't satisfied with the ending. I'm not going to finish that one. It's complete. But here is this. Better? :)
"Earth Day? Can you believe it? Why is there a particular day to celebrate and clean the Earth? We, as humans, should take great care of the land we so freely exploit for cutting down trees and creating sky scrappers. We should care for God's green Earth everyday. It shouldn't be specified for one day of the year. Quite frankly,..."
The wooden table distracts Abbie. She can't listen to Crane right now but hands him her plate, wine glass, blows out the candles, and gathers the dishes in the center of the wooden table. Her eyes focus on her pianoing fingertips. The table is smooth. Crane wipes it down with a cloth. It glistens; he rants, leaves, returns still ranting, and pushes up his chair. He begins to collect the candles.
"We should do something about this. It's quite ridiculous. Perhaps we could..."
Abbie wanted to do something that started with an "F" and wanted to do it to Crane. Right now. On the wooden table.
Is it sturdy enough to hold their weight? Will it creak as Abbie straddles him and drives them both to an orgasm? Will her sweaty and warm skin stick to the table as Crane sinks his tongue into her "cup" as he sometimes calls her vagina? Will their knees and her hands leave an imprint as he delves himself into her from behind? She doesn't know. Her finger traces the wood pattern. She'll find out.
"Leftenant, are you alright? Your mind seems to be else where," he says, with the candles in his hand.
She stares at him. "Put those down."
He squirms. "But why?"
"Get on the table." She stands.
"I don't understand-"
"The table. And lie down."
He sits the candles in a chair, removes his boots and coat. He follows her orders. Abbie gets on the table next, climbs on top of him. She kisses him, unbottons his shirt.
"Let's try an experiment," she says.
They are naked and panting on the table. Abbie's head is on Crane's chest. His arms are around her. She traces the wood pattern again. It was quite sturdy after all.