A round robin on Tumblr that I really like writing and wanted to post here. Posted a while ago, but feel free to continue. :)
Abbie walked into her home. She just got off work and was more than happy about it. They didn't catch the killer, they found another dead body, and she was worried about her sister, who wasn't answering any of her calls and texts since they buried Joe. Jenny wouldn't even open the door for her when she visited. Needless to say, she had a bad day. All she wanted to do was eat, take a bubble bath, and sleep. There would be no chess match with Crane, no binge watching Netflix, no romantic dinners. Not tonight. She needed her space.
She removed her badge and gun, took off her blazer and shoes, hung up her purse. She didn't get halfway into the kitchen when she saw him. Her mouth slightly opened and her eyebrows raised.
He sat on the counter. Naked. With only a bowl of pineapples and whipped cream to hide his-
"What are you doing?" She laughed and shook her head with crossed arms.
"This is your surprise, Leftenant."
"I can't with you sometimes."
She wasn't expecting this. Here she was trying to steer clear of him, and he did this.
He put the bowl aside, held out his hands. "Come here."
She bit her lip as took them and stood between his legs.
"How was work?" He kissed her forehead.
Groaning, she shook her head.
"You don't want to talk about it, I see."
"Later."
"Ah." He grabbed the bowl and took a pineapple out with whipped cream on top. "Perhaps you can enjoy your favorite snack."
Her lips feel around his thumb and index fingers. She slipped her tongue around the pineapple chunk, took it with her teeth. Chewed. The tangy, sweet juice slurred across her tongue as the whipped cream began to dissolve. She swallowed, sucked on Crane's fingers when she finished. He fed her more. He watched her close her eyes and sigh and slightly tilt her head back while she ate. She emptied the bowl and was full by that time.
"I didn't share any with you. I'm sorry."
She normally offered him a few with her own fingers or fork.
His thumb wiped the corner of her lip. "Think nothing of it."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Are there anymore in the fridge?"
"Yes." He took her waist.
"Want me to go get them?"
His forehead touched hers. "No. I'll get my fill, Leftenant. I assure you."
Before she could ask how, he kissed her lips, stuck his tongue in her mouth. He moaned as he savored the pineapple and cream. His lips left hers.
"Give me your stress and burdens, Leftenant." He prepared to get off the counter. She put some space between them so he could. "Take all you want from me. Eat."