Author's Note: Thanks for reading this fic guys, this is the last chapter of this series. It took me a while to upload this and I apologize but I hope you enjoy it. So tell me what you think of it.

- Kay

Note: This chapter is rated (M)

Ichabod watched her as she struggled, her simple ceramic lamp too tall for her arms to reach. In truth he could have stopped her, leaned over and offered to help but the way she bit her lip as she fumbled around left him awestruck. It was something so simple but the look on her face as she did it before she turned towards the lamp, that look would be haunting his eidetic memory for the rest of his life.

The sharp line of her eyebrows furrowed, her full lips set in a small grimace. Her eyes glued to the small black switch.

She was everything he wasn't and he was alright with that for the first time in months he felt like he belonged, right beside her.

She was determined and relentless. She could have asked him for help or simply gotten out of the bed to reach the switch to turn off the light, but no Abbie would never surrender. Even in the smallest of matters she was always strong. She was radiant and that illumination only shown through more, even as she struggled beside him scantily clad in nothing but a bit of mesh and string.

Why on earth did she procure such ... garments?

Doesn't she feel the draft?

The pale pink night shirt rode up with each attempt she made.

The gyrations of her ass gently swaying left to right. A smirk started on his lips as he observed her, on all fours one arm reaching for the lamp, her other arm bracing her on a small stack of silky white pillows, she nearly lost her balance.

"DAMN IT"

"Abbie" He lunged and grasped her just in time before she fell over the edge.

There she was before him sprawled out in what Abbie and Miss Jenny jokingly called "butt floss" ... on their shopping adventures.

He had never seen one up close before, he never seen a garment like this on his Leftenant. He hoped to see many more in the future.

I want to take it off using only my mouth

Would you enjoy that Abbie?

He fell silent as his eyes landed on the embroidery of the lace trim of her dark undergarment. That little mesh garment she called a shirt was laughable, it neither covered nor warmed her, it was as if she wasn't wearing a thing.

Almost as if she wanted him to see her like this.

Perhaps we are ready to be something more.

Abbie's body stilled as she felt his hands reach underneath her mesh top. His long fingers teased her nipples as she felt the tickle of his beard against the tender flesh of her neck.

She was impressed his arms were so long that she didn't even see them coming as his hands snuck up her top.

"Crane, what are you doing?"

Crane startled her as he kissed her ankles starting from the bottom up, tentatively, lavishing the back of her legs with tiny fiery kisses that made her squirm

He took his time, watched her as goosebumps appeared on the back of her legs as he blew on the very spots that he had kissed.

There was a contrast between the navy fabric separating the cheeks of her voluptuous ass. He planted hot little kisses there on her right cheek. His hands kneaded her ass like fresh dough and he wanted to feel the heat from her oven. She stilled beneath him her breaths coming out in small sighs.

The sound that she gave in return was one he had never heard, something as wonderful as that sound from Abbie, that mewling, was to be savored. The way it made all of the hair on his chest stand on end, he hadn't felt that feeling before. He hadn't felt wanted like that in so long from her.

Ichabod was hovering just above her as her arms trembled he didn't recall placing his leg in between hers. He didn't know how they had become like simple minded teenagers completely overwhelmed by desire.

He leaned away just enough to shower the nape of her neck with kisses. He lost track of time suckling at her tender flesh there. She gasped when his fingers rubbed against her heat the silk of her thong was damp with expectation, giving odd pleasure to his fingers as he gently strokes her.

Her undergarment had served its purpose, the damp cloth keeping her covered had become an annoyance he no longer desired. He took her from behind, his hands working their magic.

The very line of her was lovely, her eyes were closed and her face was tilted down, damn near into her pillow, her mouth slightly open, her back angled perfectly, her legs a spread as she encourages him to take her, to go deeper. He removes his fingers one by one, whispering her name, he begs her to turn over.

"I want see your face"

Abbie obliges him, looks him in the eyes, and wraps her hands around his neck. Together they lay there, the nightstand lamp long forgotten as their foreheads touch. The only sound in the room is that of their own breathing and the hum of the ceiling fan above them, spinning in circles.

Secretly, this is what she had dreamed about since the day she met him, to know what it would feel like to be in his arms completely. There was nothing between them now. Something inside her had always thought of him as hers since the moment she told him "Do you see this gun, I'm authorized to use it on you"

He asked her to turn around, said he wanted see her.

He placed his forehead against hers as he lay on top of her careful not to allow his body to crowd her.

Reaching over into her nightstand she grabbed what they needed.

"Here let's get these off " Abbie's hands gently worked his shirt and sweats off, smiling she noted that Crane never wore underwear at home when he wasn't forced to.

"Abbie, can you do it" He whispered

"Crane"

"Would you do it, you know, put it on me. I've never really" Her hand squeezed his shoulder as she opened the foil with her teeth, turning away from him.

Of course he's never used one before. Duh.

Crane's nervous laughter was cut off as Abbie enveloped him with her mouth it wasn't a smooth process, she'd never put one on this way. But everything was different with Crane. She liked different.

After she was sure it was correctly in place she teased him and admired the thick vein that shown up his shaft. She grabbed him in places that made his voice thick and raspy as he mumbled her name.

She even let his hands roam through her hair

Abbie kissed his adams apple and watched as his eyes fluttered open.

"Leftenant, that was, that was ... magnificent"

She stole his words with a kiss as she straddled him, she had enough of this teasing. She just wanted him.

They found their rhythm easily, they laughed at the throaty groans Crane made after she pulled his hair.

Crane was Crane even in bed. When she was close to losing it he bet her that she could not hold out any longer. He challenged her even in this, his hands guided her movements with dominance and she loved him when he was like this. Abbie leaned back and let him hold her as she fell apart. His arms kept her up as she collapsed. Ever the gentleman he tumbled down from his high right after her. Somehow they went from making love to fucking and it was perfect, it was better than she could've imagined because it was real.

They lie there in a heap on the bed.

Their bodies tangled up like pretzels knots.

The only sound besides their breathing was the hum of the fan spinning around in circles.

Cranes lashes swept up as he came to, he blinked a few times before his eyes settled on Abbie. He gave her the pleasure of going first but there she was beside him.

She spoke before she opened her eyes

"The way you held me, so tight, like I were glass. No one's ever held me like that. Sorry, if I was a little wild."

"No Leftenant, you were a Goddess, I've never seen anything more beautiful than your passion. You slay me, the feel of you around me, Abbie" his voice trailed off as he kissed her shoulder

He gathered her in his arms and they watched as the sun peaked through the clouds from her window.

"Good Morning, Crane"

"Good Morrow, Leftenant"