~epilogue~
Abbie was tired. The jetlag was hitting her hard. She was about to switch off the bedside lamp when she heard footsteps climbing up the stairs to her bedroom on the first floor. She smiled as he opened the door, a small travel bag over his shoulder. He looked tired but happy. His clothes were totally crumpled.
"Welcome back, Crane."
He dropped the bag and his heavy coat where he stood and went over to his and Abbie's marital bed. On his way he shed of all of his clothes. He slipped under the soft duvets and took his wife in his arms.
"Happy first anniversary, Lieutenant!" Ichabod murmured into Abbie's hair, and kissed her with passion. "That was quite an experiment."
"Wasn't it?" she sighed.
After a while Abbie continued. "I don't want the fifth tribulation to start."
"Me neither," Ichabod agreed.
"I want to try a lot more steamy roll plays."
Ichabod smirked. Their sex was always mind blowing but those two nights in London defined a new milestone of their intimate relationship.
"I fantasized at least three on the way home."
"Three? I came up with two," Ichabod replied, and switched off the light. "I heard Buenos Aires can be stimulating in spring." He rolled on his side, cocooning Abbie with his tall frame.
"And I want a baby," Abbie whispered in the dark.
~the end~