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He gazed at her in disbelief. Her eyes looking back at him, not backing down from the words her lips had just spoken.
His eyes lowered, taking the sight of them in. Full and luscious and begging to be kissed.
How long they had been the object of his deepest dreams. And yes, he had dreamed of the Leftenant. For his unconscious mind had no problems fantasizing of that which his cognizant mind was too cowardly to act upon.
He took the hand that was currently wrapped around her and hesitantly touched her face, running his fingers along her cheeks and moving gradually towards her lips.
She opened them slightly and his heart fluttered. He bent over slowly, again allowing her the option of pulling back if her mind had changed.
Instead, he was met halfway. Their lips pressing into the others gently and with the electricity that only a first kiss knows. Except this kiss was unlike any others he had ever experienced. And he held onto her firmly, not for comfort or warmth, but stability.
For he was shaken. To his core.
And he pulled away slowly, opening his eyes and staring at hers, seeing she felt the same. He felt her breathe in slowly, expelling the breath she had held and realized he had been holding his as well.
"I love you, Abbie…." He said softly but resolutely, his hand continuing to caress and stroke her face. He watched her eyes soften and close briefly as she pursed her lips. When she opened them again, he saw tears and soon her hands rose to his beard, slowly running her fingers through it.
She leaned over, kissing him again. This time with more passion than the last. Crane knew she wasn't ready yet to say out loud her feelings back to him. And even though he longed to hear a declaration of love from her lips before they took things further, an affirmation he once thought an impossibility, his ideology on intimacy before marriage had softened. And he wanted nothing more than to make love to her… if she wanted the same.
He found himself pushing his tongue against her lips, parting them and allowing their kiss to grow deeper, infused with years of desire that neither could hold back any longer.
She tasted sweet. And he realized in that moment, his dreams had done her no justice. For he could not get enough of her sugary lips and gently pressed her head back on the pillow, plunging in for more.
When he felt her hands in his hair, he couldn't help the moan that escaped from his throat and he pushed his tongue further in her mouth, their lips moving in unison against the other as tongues collided.
Lying on her back, Abbie felt his left hand move from her face, caressing her side as he made his way down to her hip. She shivered against him, shamelessly lost in the way his hands felt on her body and she pulled his face down even further against her.
It was almost immediately after that thought, he broke the kiss. Panting heavily as he laid his forehead against hers. Every breath he exhaled, was one she inhaled. And she closed her eyes, soaking in this new found intimacy between them.
God, I love this man… She thought to herself. And felt silly for allowing another moment to go by before he heard the words from her lips.
When she opened her eyes, his were on hers. Staring back wildly, as if in disbelief. And she realized then she had spoken her words of love aloud. Allowing him a glimpse into her enigmatic heart but for a second. Long enough for him to understand the depths of her affection.
He stuttered. "If you do not wish to take things further tonight, pray tell me now. For I am a man who is without question, yours. And I do not deem myself able of containing any longer my desire of making love to you…"
His words caught her by surprise, coupled only with the expression in his eyes. She almost looked away, frightened by the intensity and hunger she saw within them.
She had never seen Crane like this. Yes, he was a man, but he kept these longings so bottled up that they were overflowing now that they were unlocked. And the result was someone who made her body and soul ache to be touched and loved.
She sat up slowly, staring at him as she lifted her shirt above her head and discarded it on the floor next to her bed. Abbie watched as his eyes raked over her, staring at her black lace bra as his mouth hung open. He took his hand and ran his fingers lightly over her neck, leaving a hot trail of fire as he proceeded lower and traced the edges of her undergarment. His fingers were soon replaced with his lips and Abbie leaned back resting her head on the pillow as he kissed every bit of her newly exposed skin. She felt his other hand move and reach behind her, attempting to unhook the back clasp. And when she reached back to help him, he quickly moved her hands away and pinned them to her sides.
She obeyed, and watched as he reached back and unfastened her bra, a trick she wondered quietly where he had learned.
Crane pulled it slowly off of her body and took in the view of her bare breasts before his eyes. He drew in a breath, looking upon his partner naked in front of him, more beautiful than he ever imagined. And he couldn't help himself as his mouth slowly made his way to her skin and enclosed her right nipple, gently sucking and licking.
Abbie moaned, pleasure rushing through her body as she felt his tongue on her. And when he switched to her left nipple, she shouted his name louder than she intended.
His face shot up, pure need pinned all over it and he leaned up to take her mouth into his hungrily. He could hardly contain himself after hearing his name on her lips in such a way. And he found himself speaking his wants in between their kisses.
"Abbie… you have no idea the hold you have on me."
His mouth moved down to her neck as his hands found her breasts again, kneading and caressing her raised nipples as she squirmed underneath him. And when he moved his right hand down to her core, touching her through her shorts, she moaned his name once again and her hands moved to his hair.
Crane wanted more of her. And he slipped his hand beneath the elastic to feel her, watching her buck against him as his finger made contact with her clit.
She was so wet. And she bit her lip, painfully aware of how close she was to an orgasm just by his hands. It took everything in her to grab his hand and move it from out of her shorts. Instead, reaching up and pushing him over in the bed so he was now flat on his back and she was straddling him topless.
Abbie wanted to feel him. She needed to feel him. And she lifted his shirt up above his head, slowly kissing his bare chest as her hands touched him for the first time. She smiled and looked up at him, enjoying the sight of this beautiful man before her. And she slowly ran her breasts up his chest as she leaned in to kiss him again.
Her hands found their way down to his pants and she rubbed her hand against him as he groaned.
He was rock hard. And Abbie could almost feel the wetness dripping from her shirts as she reached inside his pants and took him in her hands, slowly stroking him.
"My God, Abbie." He said, his voice stuttering. "You musn't…. I need to be inside you."
And she rose onto her knees and began to unfasten his pants as he reached over and pulled her shorts down hurriedly.
It wasn't long before they both sat before each other, naked from head to toe, each raking their eyes over the other's body.
Crane swallowed the lump in his throat.
"You're perfect." He said softly as his hand reached over to caress the soft skin on her thigh. She smiled, watching his eyes ingest her and knowing he was sealing this moment in his eidetic memory. She silently wished she had that luxury. Because this was a moment she would like to recall for a lifetime. Her eyes fell on his chest and drifted lower taking into view just how deeply he wanted her.
Crane took her in his arms, kissing her as deeply and lovingly as he could and laid her back down on the bed gently.
He moved over her body so he was on top of her, his manhood pressing into her stomach as she pulled him in closer, running her hands along his back.
She wanted this. God knows, she wanted this. And she reached her hand down to guide Crane to her opening, wasting no time in letting him know her wishes. She felt him break away from the kiss, his face lifted slightly above hers as they both silently gazed upon the other as he pressed himself into her.
She cried out, biting her lip and feeling the fullness of his length complete her in a way no man ever did.
"Abbie…" she heard him moan as time stood still and they laid there, connected in a way they had never experienced between them before.
She reached her hands to his face, her fingers brushing his cheeks and his lips. "I love you…" she whispered, as his face bent down to kiss her. "I love you so much it hurts."
Crane became infused. Kissing her between her words of adoration and whispering the same devotion back to her. "I'm yours, Abbie… I always have been."
He began to thrust his body into hers, a soft rhythm that she picked up on immediately and threw right back at him.
He groaned. Knowing this feeling, this moment, was a gift he didn't deserve.
There was no way Ichabod Crane deserved this woman. And yet here he was. Making love to her, kissing her, feeling her body react to his in a way that was about to send him quickly over the edge.
She felt his thrusts become deeper, harder. And Abbie wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. Her hands were all over him. His hair, his back, his ass.
She whimpered, which seemed to kick him into full gear as he began to pound into her, sending her close to the edge.
"Oh God… Ichabod…." She yelled and soon she felt herself reach that point of no return as her hands dug into his back and held onto him for dear life.
Crane felt her nails dig into him, and kissed her lips still dripping with the residue of his first name. He came undone. And lost himself in his partner, closing his eyes and screaming out her name in what he was sure was a voice loud enough to wake the neighbors.
When he opened his eyes to look down at her, he found a faint smile on her lips.
"That was….." she stopped, unable to find the words.
"Life-changing." He said, no hint of dishonesty in his voice. She smiled, closing her eyes and nodding.
He kissed her softly, pulling himself out of her and lying beside her. Their bodies entwined in one another, it was minutes before she spoke again.
"I don't want us to change, Crane." She said softly. "I mean… I want this." She broke off suddenly, hoping her words did not come across the wrong way.
"But I don't want us ….to change." She said, turning her body to stare into his eyes.
"Leftenant…" he said, and corrected himself. "Abbie… I'm not sure I can ever go back to how it was before."
She sighed. "Crane…", but was cut off.
"What I mean to say is that I am not sure I can ever go back to denying and hiding the fact that you are my life. My first thought when the day wakes me and the last thought when I succumb to my dreams. And I won't ever be able to conceal the love and complete worship of your very being, Grace Abigiail Mills."
He paused. "Please do not ask me to."
She smiled, closing her eyes and shaking her head back and forth.
"Damn, Crane. What the hell am I supposed to say to that?"
He smiled. "Say that you'll have me. All of me. And not push me away."
Abbie looked over at him, his eyes dripping with fear. She knew what he meant. And she knew he was right. All her life she had told herself she didn't need anyone. She could do things for herself. Go through life on her own and be okay. 'Til he showed up.
Until him….
"I want all of you." She said softly. "If you'll take all of me, too." She laughed. "The good, bad and ugly."
He leaned over, kissing her deeply.
"I do."