McCoy shifted around a little, a futile measure as there wasn't much room in the tent. "Sorry," He whispered. "It'll go away soon." I hope, he thought. It was a cold night and he didn't want to have to go for a walk in the woods to… take care of business
"It's okay," Abbie murmured. Jack couldn't tell if she meant that or was just trying to assuage the unbearable awkwardness
"We really should have packed two extra tents." Jack said, trying to distract them.
They had been heading back from a case in Albany. They were supposed to sleep in a small hotel, but they had been late and their rooms had been taken. It had been already dark and they were about to resign themselves to sleeping in the car when Jack remembered he had a tent in the trunk. They had set it up and Jack had immediately offered it to her.
"That's stupid," She protested. Her t-shirt was tight and Jack had to focus not to look at her breasts. "You're taller. It makes more sense for you to have the tent."
"You're the woman I can't make you sleep cramped in a car." Jack had said.
"That's ridiculous," Abbie had said, marching up to him. "Look," She blushed. "Why don't we both sleep in the tent? There are two blankets." She didn't mention the fact that the tent was so small it would hardly matter.
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"
"We're both adults Jack. Besides, it's not any different from sleeping in the car and we almost did that." He had agreed. Partly out of comfort, partly because the idea of being pressed up against her was appealing.
The problem was she could now tell how appealing it was.
They lay on their backs in silence. Both trying to ignore the elephant in the room.
"Listen, don't be embarrassed," Abbie said. McCoy turned to face her. There was enough light to make out the faint outline of her face. "I know you can't help it and it happens randomly sometimes."
Jack wondered if she really thought it was happening randomly or if she knew the truth. That the smell of her and the feel of her soft skin against his was driving was causing all his blood to run south.
He really should have known this would happen. He remembered one time they had been riding the subway back to One Hogan Place together. It had suddenly jerked, throwing Abbie into his lap. He had to quickly head to the bathroom after that.
They were silent for a bit longer. Jack could hear her light breathing. It did not go away.
"If this is any indication you must be fantastic in bed." Abbie said dryly.
Jack surprised himself by laughing. That was one of Abbie's best qualities. She could always surprise him. He turned his head so he was facing her. Their faces were only a few inches apart. "You're being good about this." He said finally. Because she was.
"Believe me. I've seen worse." Abbie said. He could vaguely see her smile.
He wondered what she meant by that. Has she ever sucked a guy off? He thought, Or maybe let him fuck her mouth. I wonder if she swallows. He blushed at his thoughts, averting his eyes away. He hoped she didn't notice.
Unbidden the thought of Abbie Carmichael with her mouth around his cock came to him. He could see her black eyes looking up at him as she lapped off the pre-cum. He felt himself harden more. He was straining against his pants. He hadn't expected to share a room and therefore hadn't packed any sleep wear but boxers. Accordingly, he was sleeping in jeans and an undershirt.
Suddenly he realized that as long as he was pressed against her smooth body there was no way this would go away anytime soon. "I'm feeling a bit restless. I'm going to go for a walk." He lied, sitting up.
In the dim light he saw Abbie raise an eyebrow. He bet he knew what she thought. "Not that," He told her, though that made him sound more guilty.
He left the tent, rezipping the flap. He slid on his shoes. The air smelled wet and he wondered if it was going to rain.
Jack considered his options. The first was going to a discrete spot in the woods and getting himself off. That would certainly be the quickest. He would have done it if he knew he wouldn't have to think about Abbie. Thinking about her in the shower when she was across the city was one thing, but when she would be less than a mile away… He wasn't sure how he could go back in the tent and face her.
The other option was waiting it out. Jack took this one, heading to the Jeep they had driven in, happy he still had the keys in his pockets. The car was freezing. He started the car, turning the heat up all the way, wishing he'd brought his blanket. He sat in the backseat instead of the front, stretching his legs out across the row of seats.
He looked down into his lap. The moonlight from the window showed the incriminating bulge. He sighed and leaned his head back against the window, trying to distract himself.
He began to wonder what Abbie was thinking. Was she mortified? He hoped not. He wondered if she was lying in the tent, wondering what he was doing outside.
He waited fifteen minutes but nothing changed. He was starting to think he might need to go into the woods with a travel park of Kleenex in his hand and memories of Abbie in his head.
A knock against the window made him start in surprise. He looked outside to see Abbie in her pajamas looking at him. She opened the door. "Can I come in?" She asked. He nodded, taking his feet off of the seat. She slid inside, closing the door behind her
She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. It was mildly sexual in that it showed off her legs, and when she bent over he could see the curve of her breasts. It was more skin than he had ever seen. He felt a pulsing between his legs.
"I came to check on you. I thought you felt bad and were going to sleep in the car. I didn't realize…" She trailed off. He noticed her voice was huskier than usual.
"I probably will after this." He confessed, looking away. "It'll make it easier to forget all of this."
"You act like I caught you killing somebody," Abbie said. "It isn't that bad."
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable," He confessed.
"I'm more uncomfortable without you there," Abbie said. "Without your heat it's freezing."
"You know what I mean." Jack told her.
"Fine. It doesn't make me uncomfortable that I could see you had an erection. Happy?" Abbie challenged. Jack suddenly noticed that she was sitting only an inch away from him, far closer than she had been when she first sat down. Their legs were almost touching.
Had she done that on purpose? Don't be silly. She's probably just trying to stay warm. He had just about managed to convince himself of this fact. That Abbie Carmichael was not interested in him sexually when she said, "Jack did my lying beside you make you…" She waved in the general vicinity of his lap.
He was so surprised he almost didn't know what to say. "God, Abbie," He hissed sharply.
She misunderstood him, thinking he was angry at her. And maybe he would've been. But he could see her legs, smooth and lean, her calf just brushing his own. "I'm sorry Jack." She raised her hands. "I was just curious."
"I'm not mad," He assured her. He realized she was looking at him expectantly with her large dark eyes. "I just felt uncomfortable admitting it," He added. The words were out of his mouth before he realized what he had confessed to. He would have felt more embarrassed if he wasn't pretty sure Abbie already knew.
He was about to apologize, say they should try and forget this, when Abbie kissed him.
He was so surprised he froze for a second before kissing her back. Her lips were soft and warm. He felt her hands in his hair and he put his hands carefully on her hips. The whole moment felt surreal.
Suddenly her hands were no longer in his hair, and one was moving up his thigh, close to the tented front of his pants. "Let's do something about this." Her voice was low and sultry, a tone he had never thought he'd hear from her. And she said it so casually. As if five minutes ago they hadn't just been colleagues.
Jack pressed the lock button on the door and prayed to God nobody was out for a midnight stroll. "Are you sure you want to?" He asked. It was so out of character for her. Then again maybe it wasn't. There had been those moments where she had sat a bit too close to him on the couch. Fingers lingering for too long when he handed something to her
"Yes," Abbie said. Her voice is clear and certain. The same voice as when she delivered a closing argument. He didn't ask any more questions. He kissed her back, pressing his lips against hers.
Given they were in a car the angle wasn't too bad. He was pressed against the window, his feet on the floor. He grasped her hips pulling her forward and maneuvered her onto his lap.
He could feel his erection poking into her stomach but this time did not feel self-conscious about it. Maybe that was because he had reached up her shorts and found her underwear soaked through.
Only a few layers of cotton stood between them, and McCoy wanted the barriers gone. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her shorts and underwear pulling them down and off, throwing them somewhere in the front seat. He reached upwards running his fingers along her soft, slippery labia.
In turn Abbie unbuckled his belt. He shivered at the feeling of her hands brushing against his crotch. Eventually she got it undone and Jack lifted himself up so she could pull his pants and boxers off.
He left her lips for a second, kissing down her long smooth neck. When he got to the bottom he sucked the skin and Abbie moaned. He hoped his sucking would leave a mark. Then he again worked his hand up the inside of his leg, feeling the soft skin of her inner thighs. Abbie moaned in pleasure.
He ran his hands along her folds before moving them aside and stroking her clit. "Jack," She moaned, voice husky and low. His cock throbbed in response.
He thrust into her with a single finger testing her out. Abbie inhaled sharply in pleasure. He added another finger, thrusting again, harder this time. Then a third. She was fantastically tight. He could feel her stretch around him. He thrust several more times, feeling her tighten around him
"Jack," She hissed suddenly.
"Hmm," He asked, pausing slightly.
"Take off your ring," She said. A laugh in her voice. She kissed the side of his mouth. Jack realized in embarrassment he still had his class ring on. The last few times he had thrust that along with his fingers inside her.
"Sorry." He whispered. Abbie snickered, kissing him ring slid off easily, coated thickly in Abbie's fluids.
Once it was off he slowly and carefully fucked her with his fingers. He felt her tighten around him and he heard her murmur something about coming. He kept thrusting harder and faster, feeling his fingers slide against her slick walls.
When she came she cried, "Jack!" It gave him a thrill to know that he was the cause for this. He was the reason her cheeks were flushed and her head was tilted back.
Impulsively and curiously he licked his fingers. She tasted salty. He sucked them dry. He suddenly noticed she was watching him. In the dark you couldn't tell where her pupils ended and her iris began.
Somehow, he didn't know how, but he knew Abbie was enjoying the fact that he was licking her off his fingers. That he was tasting her. He suddenly wished they were somewhere better than the goddamn car. So he could put his face between her legs, suck on her clit and penetrate her with his tongue.
"Jack?" She asked, her breath warm against his neck. Her breathing was still slightly fast from the previous orgasm.
"Yes?"
"I want you inside me." Her voice was rough and sensuous and he wondered what had made him wait this long to do this. He shifted them so he was pressed against the back seat and she was directly on top of him.
He kissed her as he thrust into her, filling her with his whole length. She moaned. Or maybe it was him. In the haze of ecstasy it was hard to tell
She was even tighter now that he was inside her. He thrust rapidly. He felt her moan in pleasure against his lips. He rubbed her clit roughly, furthering her along. She kissed him with a kind of desperation he knew he himself possessed. He thrust again, as hard as he could.
When she came she broke away from their frantic kisses, burying her face in his neck and planting sloppy kisses as she screamed his name. Moments later he came as well, spilling into her, calling her name in frenzied passion.
They broke away after that and he found himself lying next to her in the backseat, breathing heavily, dizzy with euphoria. He looked over and saw her flushed and panting as well. Her head was tipped back and her eyes were closed.
As if sensing his look she cracked open one eye and smiled. "I don't suppose you want to go back to the tent now?" She drawled, a hint of her Texan accent creeping in. She leaned forward giving him a slow messy kiss.
He nodded, a smile spreading across his face, thanking God he had only packed one tent.