Yes, it's inspired by Zayn Malik's song "Pillow Talk." Not my song, of course. This is the closest thing I can get to a fanvid since idk how to make one. Lol enjoy. Thank you to all my readers. :) Feel free to listen to the song. Explicit because of sex and language.

After dinner, Abbie and Crane went into the living room for a game of chess on the floor. They stole kings and queens as they talked.

"How is Mr. Daniel Reynolds?" Crane said.

"How is Sheryl?" she said.

Danny was Abbie's co-worker in the FBI, who Crane didn't like but respected because he was important to Abbie. Crane tried not to roll his eyes or shake his head or let his fingers wiggle each time Danny made her laugh. He's demanding and seems to always like to be in charge. Full of himself.

Sheryl was Crane's co-worker at an elementary school he worked at. Abbie didn't like her very much. She played nice she met her, Sheryl always shared some kind of inside joke with Crane that didn't include her. She'd fix her clothing or squirm and laugh with them to pretend it didn't bother her.

Sometimes Abbie and Crane had them over for dinner parties or would sit together at banquets. Other instances, they'd run into their co-workers in an attempt to surprise the other. Those instances weren't very pleasant. That's when slick words and fake smiles exchanged.

Sheryl made a flirty compliment about Crane; Abbie responded with a yeah-I-know-he's-mine-so-back-off type of comment. She'd smile, tell Sheryl to have a good day, and walk off. If Sheryl was ever in front of them, Abbie kissed Crane, played with the labels on his coat like he liked. Shamelessly flirt.

On the other hand, Danny outright suggested that if Abbie wasn't with Crane, then he'd definitely take a chance with her. Crane lifted his nose, got high and mighty. He also said something like, "Yes, well, she isn't yours. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to surprise my wife with a lunch date and make love to her on her desk." Crane left Danny standing there, watching as he walked to Abbie to kiss her lips and whisper in her ear to make her blush.

"She is rather well. How is Mr. Reynolds?"

"The same." Abbie moved a chess piece.

They both knew they didn't care about the other's co-worker. They went in circles every time. Just being polite. Then they'd stop there. Move on to another subject.

"Do you find him attractive, Leftenant?"

She put her piece down. This was new territory. They never talked about their co-workers like this to the other. Whatever they felt toward their co-worker, they kept it to themselves. She squirmed.

"I'd be lying if I said he wasn't. What about Sheryl?"

"She is pretty, I'll admit."

Sheryl had great legs while Danny had a nice build.

"What's your favorite quality about him?"

She couldn't play anymore. "Why does this matter, Crane?"

Their co-workers have nothing to do with their relationship.

"The way he looks at you, Leftenant, is quite noticeable to me. You entertain him sometimes."

She may have flirted back when she bit her lip or touched his tie. It was harmless though. Why is she being put on the spot? It's not like Crane didn't have his ways with Sheryl either.

"You give her that little smirk or you say some kind of line that makes her wet herself. I'm not the only one."

"I can attest to that. However, you didn't answer my previous question."

She sighed. "Can we play the game?"

She couldn't answer Crane because a little spark was between her and Danny. Abbie never acted on it though. She couldn't do that to Crane.

"What is the quality, Leftenant?"

She pushed her hair over her shoulder. How does she say this without making him angry or hurt?

"He's a challenge. He pushes me. We bump heads with our ideas and ways of doing things, but that's where we compromise, that's where we work. Happy?"

Crane twirled a piece in his fingers. He didn't like the fact that Mr. Reynolds was able to challenge Abbie and help her reach new heights he couldn't. That was his job, not Mr. Reynolds'.

"Hm…"

"What's the supposed to mean? And I'm sure there is one thing you find alluring in Sheryl."

If he had something to say, he should have just said it.

Abbie was right about Sheryl. They had things in common he and Abbie didn't.

"She cares about what I care about, like my collection of historical stamps," he said.

Abbie moves a chess piece. She doesn't like that Sheryl has seen his stamps. He only shared that with her.

"Is that why you like her?"

"Is it my turn?" He reached for his favorite chess piece; she grabbed it before he could get it. He stared at her with wide eyes.

"You didn't answer my question." She stood. "You're not getting this back until I know."

He stood in front of her. "Hand that back."

She put it behind her back. Crane chuckled.

"I could simply wrest it from you, Leftenant."

"You won't."

He shook his head. "No, I won't."

"Hm.."

"I see the tables have turned," he said.

"Damn straight. Why do you like that about her?"

Crane wanted to tell her; he knew it would lead to an argument though.

"What is it?"

Why does it matter to her so much? It shouldn't, but it does. The idea that Crane could get something from another woman that he wasn't getting from her just made her skin inflate. She held the piece tighter. It was maddening.

He shook his head. "I do not know."

"Bullshit, Crane. What is—"

"It is because I think you do not care about my interests."

She made him go there. He couldn't take it back now.

The truth hurt. She held out his piece for him to take. He shook his head again.

"You can have it back," she said.

She didn't want to talk to him anymore. As he glanced at her, she stared over his shoulder, too hurt and upset to face him. He was right. She didn't care about his stamps, even though they were important to him. His passion was history. She couldn't understand that passion, so he found someone who did. Someone who wasn't her.

"You can keep it, Leftenant."

He wouldn't even try to take it from her.

She scoffed. "Of course, I can. You don't challenge me."

He stepped closer to her. "Like him?"

She got something from another man she didn't get from him. He lacked as well. That angered and hurt him, too.

"Yeah, like him."

"Why don't you go fuck him instead?"

He couldn't take this back either, especially when she dropped the chess piece and slapped him. They've argued before, but she's never slapped him. He was out of line. She inhaled, blinked fast to still her vibrating body. He's never spoken to her with such an earthiness. Yet she bit her lip, tilted her head back a little.

With his breath crooked, he came undone with her expression. That look just didn't mean flirtatiousness; it was also arousal. He yanked her toward him and kissed her. She pushed him away. How could she after what he said? She went back to him though.

They pulled clothes off. Kissed and nipped necks, shoulders, the side of hips, chests. Finally naked, she hopped on him. They kissed with a severity. Tongues banged. Fingers gripped hair. He put her against the wall and dug his penis into her a little less gently than he normally would have. She moaned and let him hold her hands together above her head. Their fingers tightened around the others. He pushed further into her. "I'm sorry," "You're mine," and "Mad at you," dropped from their lips with every hard kiss and stroke.

Crane didn't let them come. He released Abbie's hands and walked her to the front of the sofa. She got off him. He turned her around, squeezed her breasts, and kissed her neck. He pinched her butt. A groan from her. He kissed his way down her spine. Nibbled her butt cheeks. She rested on her knees, with her spread on the sofa pillows. His hands entwined with hers. He wedged his penis between her butt cheeks. She hissed and whimpered as he slowly sunk himself into her from behind. He rubbed down her back to soothe her. She kind of enjoyed the pain. Only because she knew it'd turn into something pleasurable later. When he was completely in her, he grunted as he moved and let his fingers dig into her vagina. Her legs separated. He was hunched over her, nipping her earlobe. She was about to lose her mind. They'd never had sex this great before.

"Fuck me harder," she said.

She pushed against him, firm and stuck his fingers further into her. All kinds of sounds escaped their mouths. She squeezed him with her butt cheeks; it hurt him a little, but he didn't mind. Plenty of pleasure came with it. Their climax overloaded them. They used the other's the tempo of the other's throb to ground them back to reality while they caught their breath.

Once he carefully removed himself from her, he grabbed a pillow for the both of them to share. They lay on the carpet with a blanket covering them. They were face to face, breathing steady. She touched his cheek.

"I'm sorry."

"No." He kissed her palm. "Don't apologize, my heart. I am the one who provoked you with such vulgar language."

"No, Crane. I shouldn't have done that in the first place. It wasn't right."

"We know how to push the other's buttons." He chuckled.

"Buttons we shouldn't press."

He kissed her hand again. "Indeed not."

"The last thing I want is for you to think I don't care about your hobbies, Crane. I do. I want to. Just because some things may not capture my attention like yours doesn't mean that I shouldn't take the time to learn about it. If it's important to you, it's important to me. If you care, I care. I'm sorry if you felt like you had to go looking elsewhere for that."

He kissed her forehead. "I do accept your apology. I am sorry as well. I should rise to the occasion more. I should be able to challenge you when it's needed. I can't be spineless and weak. You don't deserve a spineless and weak man. I, too, am sorry you had to find that elsewhere."

"I accept." She kissed his chin. "It's about both of us. We need checks and balances in our relationship if one of us isn't being fair. It's okay to tell me if I'm wrong, Crane. I tell you all the time. You don't have to be afraid to do that because occasionally, I am. That's how I learn. And you aren't weak. You're just passive. It doesn't make you a weak man."

"No?"

"No."

He smiled at her. "You know you can also tell me if a subject bores you. Sometimes you sit there, and I know you aren't listening to me half the time. I'll be quiet about it."

"I would never want you to stop speaking about what matters to you. I'll try to engage more and ask you questions. I won't look so blank."

He nodded. "What are we going to do about Sheryl and Mr. Reynolds?"

"Let's not mention them ever again. We'll have to set some boundaries with them when we go back to work. They've come between us. Although, I will admit, we did have pretty good sex. You hit places I wasn't even expecting. I mean, damn Crane." She laughed.

"Well, you're the one that encouraged it, need I remind you."

"I did."

"And Leftenant, if want good sex, all you have to do is ask."

"Believe me, I will."

They got more comfortable under the blanket and had more pillow talk about stamps and challenges.