The car ride had been in silence. And Abbie could not shake her nerves as they pulled closer and closer to the house.

They were about to cross that next step in their relationship.

And just the thought of it, made her shiver with a hunger she had only recently discovered was there all along. She stole a glance at him as he pulled into the driveway and looked back quickly, so as not to give herself away. If he was nervous… he didn't show it.

It had begun to pour rain and she silently groaned as he parked the car and looked over at her slightly when he realized there was not an umbrella in this particular car.

"I am sorry, Leftenant. I did not check the weather reports before departing this morning and have since forgot an umbrella. Do you wish to use my jacket to head into the house?"

She laughed slightly. "I won't melt, Crane. I'm fine."

He nodded and they both ran out of the car up to the front porch as the rain seemed to get heavier with each fleeting step.

It wasn't until they both got into the kitchen that they looked at each other's appearance.

"Maybe I should've taken you up on that coat offer", she said as she ran her hands through her wet hair and looked down at her soaked clothes.

He looked down at her, his mind reeling. "Hold there for a second", he said as he disappeared for a brief moment, arriving back a few seconds later with a clean towel.

She went to grab it from his hands but was surprised when he walked around behind her. She felt his hands gently remove the wet hair from her face as he moved the towel to her head, wiping the excess water from her hair. Her eyes lowered involuntarily as she allowed herself to give in to his touch as he softly and gently ran thru every strand.

When she opened her eyes, he was standing in front of her. His hands taking the towel and running it gently across her face, wiping the remaining drops of rain from her cheeks, nose and mouth.

"Good as new." He said as he finished, still not moving from his close proximity.

"Except for the fact that we're still drenched", she said softly as she shivered.

He reached down, taking her hand and leading her into the living room. Admittedly, Crane had never been a fan of Abbie's gas fireplace. He had criticized it for days when she told him all it took to get a fire started was the flip of a switch.

But now, in this moment, he silently thanked the stars for such an invention as he reached over and turned the fireplace on. He grinned as instant heat emitted from the wall as he turned around and looked upon her.

She smirked. "Don't ever complain again, Crane."

He laughed softly. "Noted."

They stood in silence for seconds before she spoke again.

"I should probably get out of these wet clothes."

Crane stood motionless, nodding gently and allowing himself to fully look upon her. Abbie watched as his eyes traveled from hers, slowly making their way down her petite frame. His eyes transfixed on her sheer white t-shirt underneath her sweater, which clung to her chest from the rain.

"You should." He said softly as his eyes came back to meet hers. And the instant they did, she saw it there.

Desire.

She released the breath she wasn't aware she was holding as he walked slowly over to her, standing only inches in front of her body. She could smell his scent. That unique blend of manhood and musk that lingered in her senses far longer than she would ever admit.

His fingers rose to her collar, slowly removing her black cardigan and letting it fall to the floor.

He hesitated briefly. His hands falling to his waist as he watched her breathing become labored.

"Do you wish me to stop?" He whispered.

Her lips parted as she raised her eyes to meet his. "No."

Crane leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, breaking apart to look into her eyes.

"I've dreamt of this moment for so very long…" he said as he went down on one knee, unlacing her boots and helping her remove them.

His hands traced the sides of her body as he rose back to his feet. "Are you aware of that, Abbie?" He said as he ran his fingers along her arms. "How long you've been haunting my dreams…"

Abbie felt herself shiver as he leaned down to kiss her neck. His hands brushing over the front of her shirt in the faintest caress.

A soft moan escaped from her mouth as her body was unable to hide his effect on her. "Tell me." She said as his hands played with the hem of her shirt, making their way underneath.

"I've dreamt…" he said in between kisses to her collarbone. "Of the softness of your skin…" he said as his fingers traced over her lace bra. "The vision of you unclothed before me…"

Abbie shuddered as he slowly pulled her shirt over her head, stepping back as he ran his fingers along her bra. She saw his eyes dip lower, as his hands worked to remove her jeans.

She stood in front of him in her bra and panties as his eyes wandered over her form. His face was stoic as he memorized every inch and crevice.

When his eyes finally reached hers again, his voice cracked as he spoke.

"You are beautiful."

She reached over, grabbing his shirt and removing it from his body. Her eyes raking over his bare chest.

She had never seen Crane like this. She was turned on.

"I've imagined how your body would feel in my hands…" he said as he ran his hands along the middle of her chest and in between her breasts. "My mouth…" He said as he kissed her again on the lips.

Abbie ran her hands along his chest as his hands reached behind her back, unclasping her bra. She felt it fall gently from her chest as she suddenly felt the sensation of his bare hands cupping her breasts, running his fingers over her peaked nipples.

Their kiss became urgent from desire and was suddenly broken off by him traveling lower down her frame and taking her right nipple in his mouth. Sucking relentlessly as his hand played with the other breast.

Abbie squirmed in his hold and felt herself holding onto the top of his head for support of her weakened knees.

When he moved his attention to her left breast, she moaned in approval. "Oh God…" she said as she felt his tongue bite down tenderly.

If Abbie had any questions on what kind of lover Ichabod Crane was, she knew now. And admittedly, she had been wrong in her guesses. The proper and well-mannered man she was used to, was replaced with one full of lust and hunger.

Fire.

When she felt she could barely take any more she felt him pull away, kissing down lower towards her navel.

She looked down at him and saw him meet her eyes.

"Would you care to know what I've dreamt and wondered of the most, Leftenant?" He said as his hands toyed at the edges of her panties pulling them down slowly.

Her breath became jagged as she watched him kiss lower on her body.

"How pleasing you would taste…" he said as her panties dropped to her knees and she felt him run his tongue between her core.

Abbie gasped in shock as he nudged her legs apart, sucking and licking on her clit as if it was his last meal.

She was rendered helpless. And lost herself in the moment as his right hand traveled back up to her breast, caressing her nipple as his tongue devoured her.

She felt herself coming undone and involuntarily screamed in ecstasy. "Oh God… Crane…" she said as she rode the wave of what had to have been her most intense orgasm ever, grasping his head for support.

It felt like minutes later when she opened her eyes, her breaths evening out from the panting mere seconds ago. She looked down at him, still on his knees, looking back at her.

His eyes were soft, but the hunger from them had not dissipated. It was stronger.

When he rose, she threw her arms around him, kissing him tenderly and tasting her essence on his lips.

She felt him bend down gently, scooping her legs from underneath her as he carried her to the hallway.

When he hesitated to which bedroom to enter, she broke the kiss momentarily.

"My bedroom." She said, more firm than she intended, as he kicked through the cracked door and placed her gently down on the bed.

She lay naked before him and realized he still had on clothes. And she quickly worked to remedy that as she scooted to the edge of the bed, working at his pants.

It was only when he moved to help her that they became undone and she pulled them down his legs along with his underwear.

When she looked back up, his erection was staring her at eye level. She reached her hands up to him, gently stroking his manhood between her fingers as she heard him moan in consent.

She had often imagined what Crane would look like, feel like. And in this moment, she was not disappointed.

She looked up at him as her hands gently stroked his tip. His eyes filled with a plea only she could cure. And when she moved her mouth closer to him, she watched as he inhaled in anticipation of what she about to do.

She lowered her mouth onto him, swirling her tongue around his penis in a gesture that seemed to excite him to a level she hadn't seen yet tonight.

He groaned loudly. "Dear God, Abigail…", he said as she stroked and licked him. It was when she put the entire length of him inside her mouth that she felt him grunt and hastily try to pull her head away.

She smiled and released him from her mouth. "Do you wish me to stop?"

She said coyly, reciting his line from earlier that evening.

"No." He said panting. "Yes."

He climbed onto the bed, aggressively pushing her back until he was laying directly over top of her.

And both of them stopped. Aware that this final step… was here. Mere seconds away.

She broke the silence.

"I need to feel you inside of me." She said, taking his dick in her hands and guiding it between the folds of her vagina.

He eased in gently, allowing himself to savor inch by inch. And when he was as deep as he could go, he felt a tremble unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

Abbie felt it too. Looking up at him and feeling herself full and complete as he leaned in to kiss her lips.

He slowly began to move in and out and she moaned against his kiss, unable and unwilling to contain the way he was making her feel.

When his thrusts became deeper, she pulled away from his lips. Looking into his eyes as he plunged himself harder and harder inside of her.

She heard the headboard begin to pound against the wall and lifted her legs, pulling him in even deeper.

"Abbie… " he shouted, his eyes staring intensely into hers as he fucked her harder and harder with each thrust. "Dear God… Abbie."

And him calling out her name in this state of frenzy, sent her over the edge. She screamed out his name and felt him release himself inside of her as she trembled from head to toe.

He laid himself on top of her, his lips grazing the side of her neck as he caught his breath. And she felt herself wrapping her arms around him tightly, holding on for dear life to her fellow Witness. And now lover.

He sighed deeply and rolled himself onto her side, sliding out of her and eliciting a groan from her mouth that she couldn't conceal.

He stared at her, there in the dim light of the rainy day. His eyes not revealing exactly what lay behind them.

"I'm not quite sure how to put into words what I feel at this precise moment."

Her face was serious. "Me either." She whispered.

He leaned over to kiss her on the lips gently.

"You are the love of my life, Grace Abigail Mills." He said softly. "I fear that I am eternally yours."

She shook her head softly. "Please don't have fear…" she said as she kissed him again tenderly. Once on his forehead, as he closed his eyes to revel in her touch. Another on his bridge of his nose. And when he opened his eyes, she kissed him tenderly on his lips.

"I, too, am eternally yours, Crane."

I just want to thank everyone who has left comments on this story of mine! It was my 1st Sleepy Hollow fic and I've really enjoyed writing it!

Hopefully I'll be starting another very soon :-)