A/N: So this is a birthday fic for one of my mutuals on tumblr, anniera. She wanted foreign language and smut and I tried my best to give it to her. The translations are at the bottom of the page.

Ichabod grimaced as he watched Abbie lean over a large book at the archives' center table. She wore a white t-shirt whose deep v neckline seemed to exist only to show off her impressive cleavage. He found himself unable to look away from the glorious sight, wondering what possessed Abbie to wear such shirts. He wasn't sure she owned one with a crew neck, and he would never question a woman's fashion choices, but he wished she would consider those around her—him, specifically—when she chose her clothing for the day. Her jeans were enough trouble, hugging her magnificent backside beautifully, but her love of impossibly tight t-shirts would sure be the death of him. Even then, his own book lay unread as he stared unabashedly.

Abbie looked up at caught him staring. A fleeting smile passed over her lips as she realized what he was staring at, his cheeks and ears beet red as he dragged his eyes away from her chest to her face. "Something on your mind, Crane?"

He quickly shook his head, going back to his own book. The words swam around on the page, refusing to let him focus. He sighed and flipped back to the previous page to restart the passage but had no such luck as his gaze shifted back to his partner. She had paused her reading, her head back as she attempted to crack her delicate shoulders. Ichabod could still make out the faintest bite mark on the hollow of her throat, his handiwork from that morning.

He would never breathe the information to a living soul, but he and Abbie had done a minor transformation to their relationship. Almost two weeks prior, she had slipped into his bed and straddled him, waking him from a dream in which she was doing something similar.

xXx

"You talk in your sleep," she murmured, sitting astride him.

"Do I?" he asked sleepily as he sat up. "What do I say?"

"My name."

He couldn't deny it because he knew that he did. And he knew from her current position that she had deduced quite handily what it was that he dreamt of when he called out to her. He squinted at her in the semi-darkness. "I feel as though I should offer you some explanation but I have none that would lessen the awkwardness of the truth."

"Then don't explain." She slipped off her t-shirt, a flimsy gray garment bearing the emblem of a hockey team, and his eyes completely focused on her bare breasts.

"Abbie are you quite sure—"

"Crane stop thinking and do what you want."

As he often did, he took her advice immediately and rolled her onto her back.

xXx

This new development in their relationship had proved surprisingly simple and terribly addictive. Ichabod had never been so hungry for the flesh of another. They had scarcely made it to the archives that day because he had joined Abbie in her bed that morning. He had hoped Joe and Jenny would have some mission that would take them away for the day but they were busy researching amulets on the other side of the room. Abbie looked up and caught him staring again, her lips curving in a mischievous smile. "Come here and look at what I found."

He walked around the table and joined her, towering over as he peered down at the book. "What is it?"

She bent forward and pushed back against his groin. She looked back with an innocent smiled as she pointed to the page she had been reading. "See?"

Ichabod took a half-step forward, pressing against her completely. His fingertips ghosted the sliver of skin exposed by her askew t-shirt. "Indeed, but perhaps we should break for lunch. I'm having a rather hard time focusing."

"Avez-vous faim?"

Ichabod felt his pants tighten at the French rolling off her tongue. The delicately pink appendage was capable of many tricks that floored him, but its mastery of foreign language was the only one he could applaud in public. He stole a look at her, smirking at her innocent smile

"Je ne l'ai pas eu ma petite friandise preferee aujourd'hui," he replied.

"Voulez-vous macher lentement?"

"Seulement si elle demande gentiment."

Joe and Jenny's footsteps made her stand up straight and Ichabod took a step back but stayed close enough to lean over her. Joe stood on the other side of the table. "What language were you two speaking?"

"French," Abbie answered quickly. "I'm helping Crane improve. He's gotten a little rusty over the past century."

Ichabod snorted, giving her a pointed look. "I can assure you none of my talents have been weathered by time's passing, a fact I've proved quite handily as of late. Wouldn't you say, lieutenant?"

Abbie's cheeks burned. "I guess."

Jenny looked at them with raised eyebrows but didn't comment, instead exchanging a look with Joe. She looked back at her sister, noticing the closeness of her and her tall roommate. "Find anything?"

Abbie shook her head. "Nothing about the amulet in these books. We should probably get some other ones from the annex, maybe some older editions if you can find them."

"Midday breaking and entering? I'm game," Joe announced before heading to the other side of the room and returning with the car keys.

Jenny smirked at him then at Abbie. "You two keep up the hard work."

"We shan't disappoint, Miss Jenny," Ichabod replied.

He smiled good-naturedly as he watched them leave. When the door shut behind them, Ichabod immediately took hold of his partner. "Do you suppose we've get time?"

"Do you care?" Abbie asked.

His hands were already working on her belt buckle. "Not in the least. I shall feast while I have the opportunity."

He knelt and yanked her jeans down, stopping to press his face against the silken skin of her backside and nip the supple flesh, pleased when Abbie hissed appreciatively. "You know how fast they move on a run, Crane. Better get to it while you can."

"Indeed," he replied as he stood and pressed her against the table. He worked on undoing his own pants and Abbie squirmed against him impatiently. Ichabod frowned and delivered a firm slap to her bottom, pleased when she yelped. "Patience, Abigail. You'll get what you deserve soon enough."

Abbie looked back at him with wide eyes. "Do it again. Harder."

Ichabod's eyebrows quirked as he pushed his pants down but did as she requested. Abbie let out another yelp and he hardened at the sound, springing free of his boxers, as he reached down to massage her warm wet folds. Abbie moaned softly and spread her legs, inviting him deeper. She looked back at him desperately. "Do you want me to beg?"

"Quite loudly."

He again knelt between her legs. Her whole body trembled when his right hand pushed her thong aside and his fingers slid between her hot lips. He moved to her bundle of nerves and she cried out at the sensation, giving desperate little sobs of surrender. Her legs trembled as he pulled the lacy garment down to rest with her jeans around her ankles. The sight of dripping center made his mouth water. Abbie thought she might pass out from the sensation of his warmth mouth on her core. She desperately grabbed fistfuls of his hair, moaning loudly and pulling at his curls. She ground her heat against his face, begging for more. Ichabod pushed her to the brink of oblivion before he stopped and stood, licking and nibbling until he had his fill. She gave a keening cry, her knees buckling, as she climaxed and Ichabod lapped up the sweet nectar. He stood, planting her ands of the desk and pushed into her without warning, eliciting a loud moan from her. He let out a strangled groan, standing still as he enjoyed the sensation of having her wrapped so tightly around him. Abbie moaned his name, pulsing around him as she pushed her hips back to meet his strokes. Ichabod's hands clasped on her hips and he set a quick pace that made the desk shake. Abbie's moans echoed off the walls as she held onto the desk for dear life. She matched him stroke for stroke and he grunted in appreciation as he took hold of her hair, pulling it gently.

"Fuck, Crane," she moaned. "Fuck me harder."

He was only too happy to oblige, moving his legs outside hers and pressing her down onto the desk as he increased the force of his strokes and made her moan louder. "Like this?"

"Yes!" She reached back to grab his hands, pulling them under his shirt so he could grab her breasts and pull them out of her bra. "Slow down, please. I need you deeper."

Ichabod stepped closer and draped his body over hers, pushing deeper into her warmth as he slowed to a glacial pace. He kissed her neck, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, everywhere his lips could reach.

"Oh baby," he groaned when her fingernails dug into his thighs. He hammered her pussy without mercy, his deep slow strokes pushing her into the desk each time, and it wasn't long before Abbie exploded in a scream of ecstasy and her body slumped on the desk. Everything went black. When she came to, he was worshipping her neck with gentle wet kisses as his seed flowed inside her.

"That was…" Abbie wasn't sure what to call it. She and Crane had been having rather vigorous sex since they'd started, but she wasn't sure what to make of this different side she'd unleashed. Normally he only did as she said, taking her gently each time they came together. And she loved him for it—among other things she wasn't ready to address—but this new dominant side of him was completely unexpected and incredibly thrilling. He gave a soft chuckle and another gentle slap to her damp flesh. She turned and smirked at him. "Did you call me baby?"

Ichabod smirked at her as she snickered like a school girl. "Are you mocking me, lieutenant? Because if you are, you might find yourself on the receiving of another of those spankings you seem to so thoroughly enjoy."

Abbie giggled, twisting to kiss his lips. "Don't think you're in charge now."

"Perhaps not in all endeavors, but certainly where required."

"Oh shut up," Abbie scoffed with a smirk.

He delivered a firm smack to her glorious ass as he slipped out of her. "You shall take care to take a less authoritative tone with me, Abigail."

"Yes, Captain," she replied, grinning when his face reddened.

Abbie stood on unsteady legs, wondering when her heart would settle down. She turned around and leaned against the desk, watching him as he fixed his pants. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket then knelt in front of her. She watched in surprise as he wiped her clean.

"Such a gentleman."

He chuckled as he leaned over to nip her hip then lifted her onto the desk. "I see you've not learned to mind your sharp tongue. Perhaps another lesson would do you some good."

xXx

Jenny stared at her sister and her partner as they stood in much the same position in which she'd left them. She might not have paid them so much attention except that Ichabod's neck was red with what she suspected were hickeys and Abbie's pants were unbuttoned beneath her belt. She had had her suspicions that something between them had changed over the past few weeks but their strange behavior that day—their murmuring in French about eating, a conversation she suspected had nothing to do with lunch, and now their rumpled clothing—confirmed her suspicions. But she knew neither would ever admit to it, so she decided to needle them.

"You two look like you've been working hard," she observed.

Ichabod wiped his sweaty face. "Our studying has been rather rigorous, though we only yielded minimal results. The books yourself and Mr. Corbin commandeered should be much more useful."

Jenny nodded and turned her scanning eyes on her sister. "You okay, Abbie?"

"Fine. I've just been leaning over this desk too long. I think my back's a little strained."

"Indeed. Your posture is abysmal for spinal comfort." Ichabod pressed his hand to her lower back and straightened her stance. Jenny glanced at Joe and quirked her eyebrows. She had her own theory about what had injured Abbie's back. "Perhaps a soak in some of those delightful salts would do you some good, that is, if your sister would not be averse to our departure."

"Nah. Abbs looks like she's dead on her feet. You should definitely put her to bed, Crane," Jenny replied, looking pointedly at the two of them.

Ichabod nodded and turned to Abbie. "Shall I put you to bed, lieutenant?"

Abbie yawned as she shrugged on her jacket. "You're the boss."

He couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face. "Indeed."

A/N: "Avez-vous faim?" – "Are you hungry?"

"Je ne l'ai pas eu ma petite friandise preferee aujourd'hui." – "I haven't had my favorite little treat today."

"Voulez-vous macher lentement?" – "Will you eat it slowly?"

"Seulement si elle demande gentiment." – "Only if it asks nicely."

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