Because we need more donut and cappuccino fics, and theheadandthekin made me do it. Lol Thank you for that little treat. Giving it back to you. :) Not an AU, but the season finale doesn't exist in this fic either.

"Dance with me, Crane," Abbie said.

She finished the last of her cappuccino and pushed her cup back. Crane must've laced it with something, or she really missed caffeine. Either way, she felt too good, plucky. She didn't know if they'd have another quiet moment like this also, so she'd make the most of it. He stuffed the rest of his donut in his mouth and wiped his hands on his trousers before standing up. Once in front of him, she took his hands. One footstep brought them chest to chest. His coat was comfortable to rest on. No wonder he kept it on all the time. His hands curved around her waist; hers on his arms. He danced them across the kitchen.

"I really needed that, Crane. Thank you."

She said she wouldn't drink coffee after the Catacombs, but when Crane presented her with that cup of sweetness, she couldn't resist anymore. He pampered her—crafted her dishes she's never heard of, washed and folded her clothes, left her little notes of encouragement. At one point she had to draw the line after he ran her a lily-filled bath. She appreciated everything he did, of course. It reminded her of her previous life and that she could get back to normalcy. Whether it was through her favorite foods, clean clothes, or relaxation, Crane tried to remind her of herself in bits and pieces. She was very grateful for that.

He smiled in her hair. "It was my pleasure, Leftenant. My donut was quite a treat. Thank you."

She touched his cheek. "You know you're welcome."

He grabbed her hand. "I hope I didn't overstep by going against your wishes. You've told me you did not wish to be spoiled. It is just your happiness is of the upmost—"

"I'm not mad at you, Crane. I never was. I hope you didn't think that."

Rejecting him wasn't to hurt him or punish him. She wouldn't indulge in his five-star treatment because she'd never be herself again after that experience. She couldn't enjoy some of the stuff she once did. Not only that, his behavior also had a lot to do with it. His eyes loitered on her a little longer than they should have. His voice was a little quieter. He stepped a little closer to her. He changed since her return. It startled her. All of his actions said what she was afraid of. Her feelings had grown stronger for him since she's been back, yet she wasn't ready to face them. She had to sort out her trauma first. Plus, she didn't want to give herself away if both or one of them wouldn't make it in this war. It was easier to not say anything. He's the one that seemed prepared, as if he waited for her.

"Why did you accept my hospitality this time?"

They stopped dancing. Her bones buzzed; a hum flitted through her chest. Calm covered her. There was no fear. She kissed him. It was a peck long enough to get her point across. His donut and her cappuccino went well together from what she tell.

"I know how you feel about me, Crane."

His eyebrows fell down to his eyes; his mouth hung. "How?"

"The cappuccino, the cooking, all of it was the giveaway. And you don't have the best poker face." She giggled.

He smiled and shook his head. "Here I was thinking I wouldn't be discovered. Are you sure it doesn't bother you?"

She kissed him again and led him upstairs.

They undressed each other, kissed pieces of exposed skin. Yeah, they had to save the world, but the world could wait. She lay on the bed. Naked. Legs spread. He kissed her knees, inside her thighs. Abbie couldn't believe her and Crane were doing this, although she was more than happy they were. They could use the intimacy. She wasn't nervous with him. Clearly, he wasn't either.

A moan tumbled from her lips. His tongue flicked; his lips sucked her clit. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she clenched her comforter the same time she bent her back up. He stopped before she came in his mouth and kissed his way up her stomach. His mouth packed itself with her breasts, her collarbone, and her lips.

"That cappuccino was marvelous. However, it pales in comparison to your taste."

She wrapped her legs around his waist, tugged him down to kiss her again. He was right; she was better than the cappuccino. As she stroked his penis, she watched him try to regain his composure.

"Abbie," he said.

She stopped and let him drift into her. He took his time filling her. It was okay for him to do so. They may not make it out of this fight with The Hidden One, which meant making the most of this. She wouldn't speak to him about dying and remembering their bond. This was the time for peace, like supple touches and spongy words. He made love to her like dial-up Internet: slow. She filched every bit of it. Bit his shoulder for sanity when he hit her G-spot. His moans and whimpers bumped into her neck. She wanted him to increase the pace at that point. None the less, she didn't say anything. This was about them taking their time with each other while they could.

Crane somehow found a deeper stride once he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. She didn't know she possessed that much flexibility. Her orgasm clogged her throat; she gasped into his mouth. He choked out a grunt when he finally climaxed. She dropped her leg; both of them stilled. She almost thought she heard their throbs. She gave him a chance to catch his breath.

"You know I love you, too, right, Crane?"

He kissed her neck, her lips. "I do, Leftenant. What made you ask me to dance?"

"Your cappuccino made me do it." She laughed.

He tickled her. "I'm sure it did, Leftenant. I'm sure it did."