I did a few drabble req on tumblr so here is the kabby batch ;)

5. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

"Weren't you supposed to be done two hours ago?"

Marcus froze for a moment, first because he still wasn't used to someone coming and going in his room in his absence and second because there was a touch of hostility in her voice that he wasn't sure what he had done to warrant. He closed the door slowly and turned toward the bed where Abby was sitting, in only panties and a tank top. He glanced around the room, took note of the now blown candles scattered all around and he inwardly winced, certain he had backed himself into a tough spot.

"Indra and I got talking about the new security perimeter and I kind of lost track of time." he admitted. "Sorry."

"Miller and the others came back on time. I checked." she commented, tugging on a lose thread on his comforter.

He dearly hoped she had put clothes on for that.

"I told them to go ahead." he replied uncertainly, not sure if he was in trouble or not. And why would he be in trouble? Yes, after the AI disaster and everything else, they had finally given themselves a chance but it was still pretty new, he still wasn't an expert at serious stable relationships and there was something in her attitude that told him she was relying on her long years of marriage experience to make him feel especially bad tonight.

"And how is Indra?" she asked flatly, tugging on that thread a little more harshly. The comforter would never recover, he decided sadly.

"She's well." he frowned. "What… Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

Wrong thing to say.

She glared at him.

"Of course, I'm not jealous." she replied. "I trust you."

"Okay." he said warily, shedding his guard jacket and tossing it on the table. "Then what…"

"I wanted to make tonight special. And you missed it." she shrugged. "I'm not jealous, I'm annoyed. And tired. Goodnight, Marcus."

She climbed into bed and settled down, turning her back to him.

This time he didn't wince only inwardly. He took his time taking off his boots, hoping it would give her a chance to cool down a little, and strip down to his underwear before slipping right behind her to spoon her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." He pressed a kiss against her neck.

"That's the point of surprises." she grumbled.

"Abby, I'm sorry." he insisted, covering her neck with slow purposeful kisses. "I'll make it up to you."

"Do your best." she challenged. "I'm pretty annoyed."

He applied himself to earn her forgiveness by worshiping every inch of her body.

35. "You heard me. Take. It. Off."

"Don't act like a child." she scolded him, pushing him back until his knees bumped into the cot and he had no choice but to sit down. "Take off your jacket and your shirt."

She turned around as much to give him some privacy as to ready her instruments. Hunting parties were bound to go wrong from time to time but getting shot by one their own guards? Granted the man had been aiming at a wild boar but he had tripped and the bullet had grazed Marcus' shoulder instead. It went without saying that they had brought back the boar and that the commander of the guards had kept bleeding silently for at least an hour and a half.

"It's just a scratch, Abby." he sighed. "I've seen worse."

"I will be the judge of that." she retorted, slipping gloves on. She turned back only to find he was still dressed. "You heard me. Take. It. Off."

He sulked a little but did as he was told.

It was indeed a scratch, she didn't even had to stitch it. She still cleaned and bandaged it.

"You know… Your bedside manners aren't great." he joked. "That's the class you got a B in, right?"

She didn't even try to fight her smile as she took off her gloves. "And there I was about to offer to kiss it better…"

57. "Teach me to fight."

"Abby…" Marcus sighed.

"I don't see why you are making this an issue." she cut him off harshly, folding her arms across her chest while leaning against the council table. She was also blocking his path to the door. She was decided to confront the issue now, he had been evading her requests for weeks now.

"I am not making this an issue." he retorted. "I am a busy Chancellor who…"

"I can't believe you would play the Chancellor card." she scoffed, shaking her head at him in disappointment. "And I can't believe you would lie straight to my face either. This has nothing to do with you lacking time." Although, admittedly, time was a luxury lately, all the more so time spent together. Newly elected Chancellors didn't have a lot of free time and neither did doctors. "Cut the crap, Marcus. Teach me to fight."

Marcus opened his mouth and closed it again, mirroring her stance by crossing his arms and leaning his hip against the table. "Why?"

"Because I need to know how to protect myself." she replied immediately.

"You never seemed interested before so why now?" he insisted. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not against you learning some moves, Abby. I would like it better, in fact. But now? After everything that happened?"

"Precisely because of everything that happened." she whispered, averting her eyes.

The events that had taken place from Pike's election to Jaha and the AI's downfall were left not discussed by tacit agreement. It was too painful. Too raw.

"Abby, you went through a lot…" Marcus said carefully.

"Look, if you don't want to teach me, I will find someone else." she declared. "So what will it be? You or Bellamy?"

He studied her for a few seconds, trying to determine if she was serious probably and then he rolled his eyes.

"Fine." he surrendered. "I'll teach you."

71. "Kiss me, quick!"

Abby slipped her hand in Marcus' as they stepped out of the cinema, looking up with a smile. He smiled back and she lost herself in the moment for a second. It was foolish of her, she knew, to be so in love at her age.

"So…" Marcus said, his smile deepening. "It's been three months…"

"It has." she hummed, her own smile deepening. "Three very good months."

"Awesome months." he corrected, bumping her shoulder with his. "I'm wondering… Aren't we past the cloak and dagger thing? When do we tell the kids?"

Her smile faltered.

"Marcus…" she hesitated. They had met through the kids. Clarke spent so much time with the Blake siblings it had seemed normal to invite their guardian over for dinner one night. When the kids weren't at her house, they were at his so… It had seemed the friendly thing to do. She hadn't planned on falling in love with him. She hadn't planned on him falling in love right back. "I'm not sure Clarke is ready."

"Clarke or you?" he asked, just as perceptive as usual. "Look, Abby, if you're not ready to go public… It's alright with me. I just want to know where we stand."

"I never dated anyone since Jake's death." She shook her head. "I don't want her to… I don't know… I don't want her to feel like I'm betraying her father or…" She stopped at a loss for words and shrugged.

He squeezed her hand with a small smile. "That's okay. We can…"

"Oh my god!" she squeaked, spotting her daughter's blond mane of hair coming closer. "She's not supposed to be here! What do we do, Marcus? What do we… Kiss me, quick!"

She didn't give him time to ponder the strange request, she grabbed the lapels of his coat and tugged. Their lips crashed together without the usual finesse but Marcus caught up quick and responded to her kiss, drawing her to his chest and trying to hide her.

"Hi, Mom!" She heard Clarke said as the teenager walked past, sounding nonplussed. "Kane."

It was followed by Raven's clear laughter.

Abby ended the kiss but the two girls were already inside the cinema.

Marcus cleared his throat, discretely wiping his lips with his thumb and very much hiding his smile. "You know… I like this move so I'm not complaining but that only works in spy movies."