THE WEDDING DAY
Abigail felt like her mind was in a fog.
Her wedding day was flying past her like things were sped up in forward motion.
It was like snapshots.
Getting dressed. Her bridesmaid, her friend from college helping her.
Her father walking her down the aisle.
Seeing familiar faces of her friends and family members as she dreamily walked down the aisle.
Butterflies in her stomach as she saw Commissioner Frank Reagan standing tall in his black three-piece tuxedo, smiling warmly at her, his eyes twinkling as she approached him.
It felt as if someone else was in control of her feet which somehow managed to get her to the end of the aisle without her falling flat on her face, though she didn't remember moving herself there.
The Catholic priest began the ceremony and Abigail tried to focus on what he was saying but her mind was in the clouds.
Through her peripheral gaze she could see her co-workers, Lt. Sid Gormley and DCPI Garrett Moore dressed up and smiling.
Well, Garrett was smiling.
Sid was teary-eyed and wiping his eyes. The big softie.
Glancing over the seats she noticed Erin Reagan sitting close to Anthony Abetemarco. She could swear they were holding hands.
Good. They must have straightened things out between them.
Abigail felt a smile creep up on her lips as she thought of the moment Erin told her she had "made the moves" on Anthony.
She tuned her attention back to the ceremony and all of a sudden, Frank was slipping the wedding band on her hand.
She felt the tears come up then.
God, he looked so incredibly handsome staring down at her as he spoke his vows.
Doing her best to hold her voice steady, she repeated her own vows.
And as if she was underwater she could faintly hear the priest declare that they were husband and wife and to kiss the bride.
This is it. I'm officially Mrs. Frank Reagan…
Frank pulled her in close and kissed her tenderly and passionately.
As he pulled away, Abigail's senses started to return, and as if she had come back above water, her normal sense of sound returned and she could hear everyone around the church cheering for them.
THE RECEPTION
They had rented out a ballroom for the reception and after eating lightly, Abigail found herself on the dancefloor with her…wait for it…husband.
I've been thinkin' about it
I've been thinkin about all the things you do
Think about you you you you
You, you, you, you
The DJ was playing a catchy dance song which had Abigail thinking about IT.
She blushed as the Commissioner held her in his arms.
He noticed her duck her head shyly, her gaze away from him.
He smiled down at her, "What?"
"Nothing," she giggled back at him.
"What's on your mind?" his eyes narrowed slyly.
Abigail shook her head laughing.
And suddenly Frank was leaning in close, his lips just barely grazing along her neck.
"We'll dance a respectable time and then we will bolt out of here," he murmured along her neck.
"Mmm…ok. Sounds good to me," Abigail felt herself under his spell.
"By the way, you look incredible, Mrs. Reagan" he whispered in her ear so she could hear him over the music playing.
Abigail grinned broadly. "I can't believe I'm your wife now."
He chuckled at that. "By the way, thank you for being understanding about our uh living situation. Pop is excited to have a female presence around the house again."
"Of course. I love your Dad."
"And there will be plenty of nights he'll be off playing bridge or hanging out with his former police buddies," he winked at her.
Something caught Abigail's eye over Frank's shoulder and she noticed Anthony and Erin on the dance floor. Dancing mighty close.
Anthony was whispering something into Erin's ear and she was laughing.
Well good for them. I knew they would make a good match, Abigail thought pleased with herself.
Frank caught her gaze drifting. "What are you looking at?" He started to turn and Abigail steered him back to her.
She didn't think Erin had mentioned anything to her Father yet and she certainly didn't want to be the one to get them found out too soon.
She hastily pulled Frank's head down to meet hers and kissed him lightly to distract him.
He growled lowly as she slipped him a bit of tongue for good measure. He pulled away, his head still close to hers.
"What say we get outta here?" His eyes were gleaming with desire and Abigail nodded feeling like she couldn't speak.
He grabbed her hand firmly in his and they made their way through the crowd, saying goodbyes.
Jim was waiting outside the Expedition with the door open for them.
"Congratulations Commissioner," he extended a hand to Frank who shook it. "And you too Detective," He looked as if he wanted to hug her but held back in his reserve state. Abigail looked at Frank who nodded and she gave Jim a warm side hug.
Jim blushed slightly and then got in the passenger side. They had a driver tonight.
Abigail's heart was beating fast. She had a mixture of desire, fear, lust, and giddiness swirling in her stomach.
The heat was increasing in the backseat. The Commissioner was sitting on his side and she on hers and yet she could feel the radiance between them.
She caught his eyes in the streetlight and saw the flicker in them.
It was taking every ounce of her willpower not to jump him in the backseat.
"Undo your seatbelt," he said quietly.
"What?" she whispered back.
He nodded as if to say "just do it."
She undid her belt and suddenly his strong right arm was around her waist, gently pulling her across the seat.
He fit her into the crook of his arm which he draped over the backseat. She leaned her head back, feeling his warmth.
"I just wanted you closer," he explained.
Abigail smiled up at him.
Could it take any longer to get to the Plaza Hotel she thought.
Had they been in a Lyft or an Uber she would have tackled him by now but they were with his security detail of course.
His hand grazed her cheek and Abigail felt like her cheek was burning.
In fact, just his touch caused her entire body to light up, feeling like voltage was running through her.
"Could this ride be taking any longer?" he murmured close to her ear and Abigail laughed quietly since she had the same thought moments before.
It felt like an eternity before Jim announced they had arrived. Frank grabbed their two overnight bags from the cargo area and they got checked in.
In the elevator, Abigail withstood the urge to jump him. She might not be able to stop when they got to their floor. Frank looked as if he had the same idea in his head.
When they got to the door he put a hand in front of her, "Wait."
He dropped their bags and stuck one foot in the door. "I'm carrying you in."
"Oh, you don't have to do that…" Abigail began knowing his back wasn't as strong as it had been with years on the police force.
"I insist," he stated and grabbed her in his arms. Surprisingly he carried her in with ease.
Abigail's heart was in her throat as he let her down once they were in the room.
The door clicked softly shut.
His burning eyes stared into her blue ones.
Abigail decided to take charge and threw herself at him.
He muttered something as she pushed him up against the wall and suddenly they were both fumbling for each other.
She grabbed his mouth to hers and his tongue was quick to follow.
He was shrugging out of his tuxedo jacket and his arms were then free to roam the curves of her wedding dress.
His lips were on hers then moving along her cheek. To her neck. To her collarbone. And moving south.
She moaned and he shifted positions with her to push her up against the wall now.
She ran her hands up his broad chest and brought her hands to the back of his head. Breathing and drinking him in.
Frank was gently pushing her towards the bed where she happily allowed herself to be laid down.
They were undressing each other and Abigail felt relieved to be out of the confines of her dress.
"Frank…" she moaned as he trailed kisses down her chest, his hands on her bare skin.
His touch on her was similar to his professional demanor. Firm, commanding, and yet with a gentle touch.
He was careful around her gunshot wound and kissed her gently on her shoulder.
"I've wanted you for so long, Abigail," he said softly as he nuzzled her neck. "Since our first kiss when you told me about your dream…"
Abigail laughed.
"I had to restrain myself that night," he admitted.
"Really? Wow. I didn't know I had that immediate effect on you," she said in the dark as he allowed her to move on top of him.
He grunted as she shifted her weight, her bare skin touching his.
"Come 'ere" He grabbed her face and pulled her down to his as they moved in unison…
A/N: Ok hope you enjoyed! It's been a long time coming with these two haha.
Song lyrics: Thinking About It by Just Kiddin