"Hey, I bought you some—" Abbie's words stop in her throat and she almost drops their groceries when she sees Crane sitting in the living room, blithely reading Fifty Shades of Grey. "Um..."
"This is a fascinating book," he says, looking up. "Though, I fear Mr. Grey has some deep-seated psychological issues."
"Um, yeah." Abbie is a bit flabbergasted. She intentionally hid those three volumes at the bottom of her bookshelf so he wouldn't find them. Should have put them in a box in the basement. Or buried them in the backyard.
She learned the hard way that if you want to hide something from a tall person, you stash it low, not high.
"Miss Mills, is this what I think it is?" Crane asks, the object in question held securely in his large hand.
Abbie looks up at him and her eyes widen. When she made some room in a couple of dresser drawers and part of her closet so he could bring some things over, she hastily and thoughtlessly shoved her vibrator (previously located in one of said dresser drawers) under a pile of sweaters on the shelf in her closet.
Forgetting it was there (because who needs it with him around?), she retrieved a sweater from the pile this morning, and it must have shifted.
Damn tall people. She mentally cursed Crane and the height she usually finds quite attractive.
"That depends. What do you think it is?" she asks carefully. She studies his face. As usual, it is passive, giving away very little, but his eyes are alight with salacious anticipation.
"It appears to be a dildo," he casually declares, inspecting it.
Abbie's jaw drops. "Y-you know what a dildo is?"
"Of course. These devices date back to prehistory, my sweet. Certainly you didn't think this was a purely modern invention," he says.
"Oh, really?" she asks, standing, a challenge in her eyes. She places one hand over Crane's holding the vibrator and strokes the shaft with the other. "But, could those prehistoric deals do this?" She slides her hand to the very bottom of it and presses the button, firing it to life.
"Oh!" Crane exclaims, surprised. If Abbie hadn't been holding his hand, he would have dropped it. "Mmm, that has delightful possibilities..." he rumbles.
Abbie guides their hands downward, smirking at him, and presses the device against his groin, taking him by surprise. He shouts a sharp, incoherent sound, and Abbie giggles uncontrollably.
"Oh, now, we shall have to do something about this," he says, mock-stern, tugging her back to the bedroom. "How did I not see that button?" he wonders aloud, lifting the vibrator and inspecting the bottom. "Ah, I see. Hidden." He turns it off, then turns his attention back to Abbie. "Miss Mills: bed, if you please."
"Oh, so it's like that, is it?" she asks, sauntering to the bed. Crane sets the vibrator on the bed, then yanks his shirt off and tosses it aside. He reaches down and starts removing Abbie's pants.
He tugs her jeans off and smoothes his hands up her legs, leaving them tingling. He kisses her thigh, then lifts her torso to remove her t-shirt.
He drops her shirt on a chair, then leans over her on the bed, kissing her deeply, his large hand lovingly cupping her cheek.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" he asks, murmuring the words against her neck, his warm soft lips and tongue sliding against her skin while his beard tickles.
"Hmm? I don't even remember what I was doing," Abbie whispers, wrapping her leg around his hip. She then notices he still has his trousers on, so she slides her hands downward to start removing them.
"Mmm, I like that I can distract you so," he purrs, sliding his hands beneath her back reaching for the clasp of her bra. She arches her back to assist him, and a moment later her bra is hitting the floor. He scoots back and away from her, shucking his pants, but leaving his boxer briefs on.
Abbie openly leers at his slender, muscular form, her eyes lingering over the noticeable bulge in the front of his underwear.
"Miss Mills, my eyes are up here, if you please," Crane teases, and she laughs. "Now, then, where were we? Yes." He sits on the bed again, leaning over Abbie. He kisses her deeply, then works his way down her neck, between her breasts to her stomach, trailing kisses. He slides his hand up her thigh and hooks his long fingers into the elastic of her panties. She lifts her hips and he slips them down over her legs and drops them to the floor.
He gropes for the vibrator, his lips still worshiping her skin, and tries to turn it on without looking at it. Unable to find the button, he grunts in irritation and lifts his head.
Abbie giggles at him again, but her laughter is cut short when the now-vibrating device drags over her folds. "Oh..." she gasps. It's been so long since I've used it.
"Fascinating," he whispers, watching how she responds to the way he moves the vibrator. Her back arches. Her nipples tighten. Her lips part. He leans down and kisses those lips, momentarily distracted.
"Beautiful," he murmurs.
He brings the vibrator up, touching it to her erect nipples.
"Mmm," she hums, squirming a little.
He moves it downward, dragging it over her body and sliding it into her, moving it in and out a few times.
"Oh," she moans, angling her hips to meet each thrust as he moves it in and out.
He moves it out and up a couple inches, touching it to her sensitive button.
"Yes," she gasps, her body arching off the bed.
Crane curses under his breath and drops the vibrator on the bed. Abbie looks up, confused, and sees him yanking his boxer briefs off. He is over her in a flash, kissing her hungrily and nudging his hips in between her thighs.
Abbie welcomes him, pulling him towards her as he guides himself into her, filling her completely. "Oh..." he groans, holding himself rooted within her, not moving.
He starts thrusting, slowly at first. The vibrator buzzes on the bed beside them, and he scoops it up. Abbie thinks he's going to turn it off, but instead, he gives her one more searing kiss, then leans back, gripping her hip in one hand while he brings the vibrator back to her with the other.
"Ooo," she moans. "Oh, yes..."
The vibrations reach Crane's shaft as well, and he groans again, only this time it turns into a growl as he increases his pace, driving them to their completion.
"Oh... Ichabod!" she cries out as she climaxes, her hand frantically knocking the vibrator away, unable to take any more.
"Abbie," he croaks, collapsing over her, but mindful he doesn't crush her. He smiles against her neck as he feels her arms wrap around his shoulders, hugging him tightly.
Beside them, the vibrator continues to hum, forgotten for the moment as he murmurs words of love in her ear.
"So, what was it you bought me?" Crane's voice interrupts her memory, and Abbie realizes she's been standing and staring.
She also realizes her panties are slightly damp.
"Hmm? Oh, peanut butter Oreos. They were on special," she answers, shaking her head slightly.
"Excellent. Thank you, Treasure," Crane smiles, tucking a bookmark into the book and setting it on the table. He strides over to her, kisses her, and lifts the grocery bag from her arms.
Abbie is leaning down, putting a box of cereal in the pantry cupboard when she feels Crane behind her. He presses against her back as she straightens up, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"The combination of that book and this backside," he purrs, squeezing said backside, "is putting thoughts into my head."
Abbie leans against him and tilts her head back to receive his kiss. "You don't need any help getting thoughts in your head," she informs him.
"True," he says, steering her over to the table. He turns her so she is facing him, then he lifts her and sets her on it, standing between her knees.
"Crane," Abbie weakly protests, her disobedient legs already wrapping around him, "I'm putting away groceries."
"Miss Mills," he insists, kissing her. "You've gotten everything that requires refrigeration put away," he says in between kisses. "The rest can wait." Then, he slides his hands under her blouse.