A/N Wow two posts in one day, (fist pump.) So I saw to very amazing looking girls kiss while at this fountain thing, and the way people starred, it got me thinking of this, and the idea's been stirring since then.

Disclaimer: I don't mean to steal or abuse these character's nor am I making a profit off of these stories.

I swung my feet under the table, my plain, unimpressive shoes bumping against Abby's platform boots. She looked at me and giggled, "why special agent David, are you trying to play footsies with me?" I grinned back slyly. "Maybe."

I didn't very well know what this thing between us was, but I was beginning to really like it. The pretty much constant flirting. The occasional kiss, the lingering touches, maybe the beginnings of a relationship with Abby?

I felt her boot knock back into my foot, and she giggled. Her black "Buddy Holly" (as she had called them) sunglasses not granting me access to her emerald eyes.

I retaliated sliding one foot up her inner leg before she could re-cross them. Her eyes went wide with shock. I smirked with victory, but I should have know Abby Sciuto not to give up so easily.

She curled her boot covered ankle around my bare one. Pulling me closer to the table. So close that I let out a small "oof," as my stomach collided she grinned triumphantly. But I would not give up. I used her plan of action against her and pulled her into the table.

"What're you gonna do know?" She asked eyebrowws cocked teasingly and questioningly. I was at a loss stomach pressed to the small table, I was only about a foot and a half from Abby. In one swift movement I closed the distance between us, our lips meeting together. I held the kiss for a few seconds. Not giving Abby enough time to respond, because I knew if I did, it would be no short kiss.

I wasn't usually a very, public display of affection, type of person. The fact that Abby knew that was obvious on her face. She opened and closed her mouth twice, searching for something to say. Before finally letting out an awed "can we do that again?" I chuckled. "Abby, people are staring." I added when I saw Abby's serious expression.

She glanced around us. There were a few children, but that was understandable. Then of course there were the teenage to young adult men, or boys, and the religious or pure women. A few even going as far as covering their children's eyes.

Abby scoffed at my comment. "You think I haven't been stared at before? I grew up signing, and well.. look at me now." She said the last part with a flourish at her goth apparel and was laughing lightly. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back for another kiss.

A/N It's funny how people think it's wrong for gays to kiss in public but are just fine with straight people doing it. Well review I know it is disappointingly shorter than it the others, but I had no idea how to make this idea stretch any farther, and well I really like the idea. Oh yea, tell me if you liked the idea too, in that review.