After sitting with Ichabod a while, Abbie decides it's time to turn in for the night. He looks up at her like a sad child when she stands to go.
"Don't worry Crane, you can still watch the tv. I think you've mostly got the hang of it." She smiles and winks when he beams with pride. "Just come get me if you need help, okay?" He nods silently, once again tuned into the reality show in front of him.
"Good night, Crane."
"Good night, Leftenant," he says, eyes not leaving the screen.
She smiles, finding humor in his momentary lapse in propriety. It was cute to see him so engrossed in modern technology, and she couldn't deny she liked the relief from his constant manners. There was cute and there was irritating; she shuddered at how often Crane tiptoed that line.
Once in her tank top and underwear, Abbie lay in her bed struggling to fall asleep. She tossed and turned, eventually deciding to use her phone as a distraction. It doesn't last long. With limited social media access due to her busy work schedule and simple introverted nature, Abbie quickly realizes that the few friends she had on Facebook would not serve as a helpful distraction. She sighs and turns on her back.
Abbie knew one way that would surely help her sleep, but the idea was appalling. She could never do such a thing with Crane on the other side of her wall. She lay still, trying to get lost in her thoughts, but ultimately ends up on the same topic.
It had been a while... No. Crane is right next door. Absolutely not. But even as she argues with herself her hand begins to creep downward. She opens her eyes in exasperation. 'I cant believe I'm doing this.'
She holds her breath as one hand moves softly against her stomach and down to her sex. She moves her other hand to rub her breast slowly, pinching her nipple lightly through the thin material of her shirt.
She rubs herself slowly over her panties, flicking her clit once, and tries to stifle her gasp in response. It HAD been a while.
She moves to take her panties off and runs her fingers through her folds.
"Mmm..." She moans softly, biting her lip to keep quiet. She starts to rub herself in circles, spreading the wetness around to massage her clit. She briefly thinks about her toy in her sock drawer, but dismisses the thought, too overcome with pleasure to get up now.
She dips a finger inside, then another. Her other hand continues to massage her breast, now beneath her shirt.
She rubs her clit with her thumb and thrusts her fingers faster, upward, hitting that spot..."Oh!" She cries out too loud, but she is past the point of caring. She's so close.
"Miss Mills I-Oh! Oh my, please forgive me I-I..." Crane says frantically from her door. His eyes move constantly, always landing on her for a second before darting somewhere else. Finally, he settles on the ceiling.
"Never mind Miss Mills. It is no longer important. Uh, um," he clears his throat. "Good night Miss Mills." Just before he shuts the door Abbie can see the tomato red stains not only his cheeks, but his whole face, even down to his neck.
She flops to her side, no longer comfortable to continue. 'This is going to make tomorrow unbearable,' she sighs and tries once again to fall asleep.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Okay, so I finally lived up to my rating. Tell me what you think! Sorry if it sucks guys, I've never written anything like this! Be sure to leave reviews!