Crane retreats to his room so quickly one would think Moloch himself was after him. He opens the door and barricades himself inside, back pressed to the door as he looks around his room and tries to breathe.
He was horrified. Not at the Leftenant's actions, but his own. He was not such a fool as to believe activities like that did not occur. It had been common even in his day. It was, however, the first time he'd ever witnessed such a thing, regardless that it was under the cover of her thin sheets.
How had he forgotten such a basic concept of manners? He knew he should have just retired to his room when she did. He fought with himself internally, but always flashed back to her laying on the bed, back arched, eyes closed... Curse his eidetic memory.
He looked down at the shameful response his body had to the images of Abbie only moments before. He could not deny it had effected him. He would however, deny himself the pleasure that he knew would quickly subside into horror once he'd climaxed.
He shifted in his pants uncomfortably, thankful he'd managed to convince Abbie to forgo purchasing the ghastly 'skinny jeans' she'd insisted he try on.
Crane steps slowly to his bed, undressing yet completely ignoring his aching cock. His response pained him, it had been a LONG time. He shook his head, pushing back the excuses his mind was trying to conjure up. He refused to behave so mindlessly because of fleeting lust. Crane would not do that to Miss Mills; he was a gentleman.
He slides into bed quietly, willing his erection away. It doesn't work. Crane struggles to sleep, images of Abbie flooding his mind every time he closes his eyes. Finally he manages a restless sleep, but his erection lasts all night.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hey guys sorry it's kind of short, I've been busy helping my dog recover from being hit by a car. And I've been sick. Anyway, reviews, feelings, y'all know the deal! Tell me what you think!