Abbie POV
It was a brisk Friday evening in mid-October, and it always gets dark early in the autumn. I had just gotten home from work after an exhausting day at the station and endless piles of paperwork. I was changing into my comfortable clothes when the phone rang.
"Hello Leftenant, I mean Abbie." Icabod's voice always captivates me. The deep and euphonic baritone placed me in a mood and my mind drifted back to the weekend we spent at the cabin.
"I was just thinking of you," I said with as much sexiness as I could muster. I missed him and I planned on letting him know as soon as I could.
"Oh, and why would that be?" I could hear the smile in his voice, and I laughed lightly at the question.
"I just got home from work and I'm changing." I smiled to myself, not elaborating.
"So that means you're nude?" he said his voice flowing like a river and my head became as light as it would from just the sound of such a place.
"Well almost...I could be if you were here to enjoy the view. So why did you call?" I decided to cut this train of thought short because I was unsure if Crane had returned from his investigations with my sister and Hawley. I would have gone with them if Irving had not outright threatened me.
"Well, I'd like you to see if we could have a holiday retreat," He cleared his throat, "this would require you to miss several of your working days."
"A vacation...how many days?" I was shocked. I'm sure he could hear it in my voice. Ichabod had planned a vacation for us.
"Sunday, we would leave Sunday first thing in the morning." A dark chuckle resonated through the line and goosebumps prickled my skin.
"That's two days from now! Surely you must have known about this before now?" I huffed while pacing the room.
"I was gifted with this accommodation a few hours ago by the family I was able to assist."
That explained the short notice. My man was given a vacation because he is amazing at what he does. He has helped so many and I know he will always be the one people call on when conventional methods of justice are out of reach.
"I'll talk to Irving, but I'm not promising anything," I was working off my trepidation by pacing the room.
"Splendid, I shall see to my return soon as I've missed you so." He hummed and my nipples perked at the low vibration.
"I missed you too...Where are we going?" My voice went from nervous to curious just like that.
"That is a surprise," He kissed the phone and it made me shiver, "Until then, my love" He added the last part with a purr in his voice.
"I hate surprises," I cleared my throat and was finally gaining some composure.
Crane chuckled. And then he hung up.
I was getting more excited than ever and suddenly feeling the urgency that comes with making arrangements for leaving home in two days hit me. I called Irving and crossed my fingers and toes when he picked up after the first ring. After explaining everything and begging for a few minutes, he said.
"I think you deserve a vacation, although I'm not thrilled about having you out for another week, after just returning. That point aside, you worked well this week, I was just reviewing your reports. You should go and have a great time wherever it is that he's taking you."
I thanked him many times before we said our goodbyes, hung up, and decided to send Ichabod a text. Hearing his voice turns me on more than I like to admit and I need to focus on getting prepared.
Abbie: I have permission to go. When should I expect you?
Ichabod: Tomorrow evening- a private shuttle will pick us up Sunday at 7:00 AM.
Abbie: Perfect, I have a night to find out where we are going.
Ichabod: You would not!
Abbie: :)
He has no idea how much I hate surprises. "Alright, now what to pack?" I said to myself out loud.
I pulled the luggage out of my bedroom closet and unzipped it. I know I would be gone for a week but thought that if I packed fairly light, we could do laundry if needed. I also wasn't planning on wearing too much for most of the time anyway. The first thing I laid out was the beautiful crimson peacoat coat Jenny had gifted me last Christmas. I had managed to find my never-worn black leather jacket with matching thigh-high leather boots. I folded five pairs of my best jeans, two pairs of dressy leggings, a half-dozen nice sweaters, and all of my most beautiful panties and bras. I also packed a few sexy nightgowns and of course socks. I pulled the bathroom apart getting the supplies that I would need and after getting my toiletries together, I zipped the luggage shut and felt ready.
Now, what could I do? I could hardly stand the anticipation!
I spent the rest of the night in a flurry trying to get the house cleaned up, it had been weeks and the trash needed to be taken out, dishes washed and linens changed. Soon I was exhausted, I had cleaned, packed, and even managed to eat dinner. Now it was time for bed. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and climbed into bed. Even though I was excited I managed to fall asleep after a few minutes.
The next day, I went to the station even though I was not scheduled. I found out Andy had volunteered to fill in for me so I decided to return the favor and spend the day helping him with his reports. This work made the day go by quickly and soon it was evening.
At home, I sat in my front room, listening to the gravel crunch in my driveway. A smile spread over my face as I stood up and opened the door just in time to see Crane raise his hand to knock on the door. At that moment, neither of us moved. Neither of us breathed. We just . . . existed together. Without uttering a word, without doing anything other than meeting my eyes, he slowly leaned and just as the longing became unbearable, his incredible lips met mine. Iccabods's kiss was slow and deliberate. The warmth of his mouth sent a current of heat successively through my body. I could feel his chest heave with each passing breath; his entire body felt like a live wire. I wrapped her arms around his neck and he straightened his back, taking my feet off the ground. I pulled my legs up and wrapped them tightly around his waist. My clit was throbbing with desire. The kiss was artless, desperate-but only because it was real. The most honest, truthful moment we've ever shared. He gently broke the kiss and we stood there staring at one another. Our eyes shone with a gentle, serene happiness, a tranquil glow that emanated from within.
"Where are we going?" I smiled at him and pushed my mouth to his kissing his sweet lips passionately, hoping to influence him to tell me where we were going in the morning.
"A pleasure seeing you too," he said after pulling away from me reluctantly.
"Come on Iccabod, please tell me where we are going!" I begged barely containing my excitement.
"Now Abbie, you'll just have to wait until we arrive," Crane said as he took a seat on the sofa. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. He loves watching TV and learning about the modern world. Although he appeared to be deep in thought, his body relaxed. He feels at home with me.
I huffed and crossed my arms across my chest. This is getting ridiculous- I hate surprises! I had a feeling I could get him to talk, maybe if I distracted him enough, he would spill some details.
"Can you at least tell me how we will get there, are we catching a plane or a train..?" I resorted to batting my eyelashes at him and smiling deviously.
"As I stated in our text, a private shuttle will arrive for us at 7 AM." He scratched his beard on his pronounced jaw, his thick dark brow lifted in a gentle arc. The added darkness made his blue eyes even more striking, making it hard to hold his gaze without blushing.
"How long will it take us to get there?" I asked to which he dryly chuckled.
"What an interesting show, this Quantum Leap," I had no idea that a man out of time was itself such a time-worn literary trope.
"Oh, sure Doctor Who, Connecticut Yankee, Marty McFly; the list goes on."
"Here I thought I was rather unique."
"Don't worry, you're the only one in the non-fiction section. Besides, you are unique to me.
"As you are to me, lovely Abigale," He beamed, a radiant smile stretching from ear to ear. Of course, it helps that his voice is deep. A small moan escaped me, shocking the hell out of me again. I realized I was wet. Very wet. I had a strong desire to turn him on just like he was doing to me. And I know just how to do it.
I slowly walk over to him and begin to unbutton my button-up nightshirt. I stand in front of him and let the oversized shirt fall to the floor, I drop to my knees in front of him.
"Abbie..." He said, not so sure of what was going to happen.
I slide my hand over to his leg and make tiny circles on his thigh. Seeing that I was already affecting him, I walked my fingers up to the button of his trousers and slowly popped the buttons open. He was biting his lip now, and the pace of his breath quickened. I slowly, carefully reached into space and sighed in relief as I found nothing under those trousers. His hard dick sprang out with a little help from my hand, and I started pumping my hand around him.
"Abbie!" He blinked rapidly, trying to process the unbelievable sight before him, while his lips formed into a mute O as my hot mouth licks on the tip of his dick.
"You are going to tell me where we're going." I continued by slowly sucking his dick into my mouth, taking it as far in as I could go, and we both moaned.
"Abbie," his voice was shaken his entire body jolted, stiffened, and then shuddered.
"Now will you tell me where we're going?" I begged, as his dick swelled even more in my hand.
His eyes rolled and then snapped open. "Abbie please..."I cut him short by twisting my head a little, whipping my tongue around him in little circles causing his hips to jerk as I tried to get him deeper into my mouth again.
I look up at him, as I grip his hot cock firmly in my hand stroking him, "Please Iccabod, tell me."
His eyes grew impossibly wide, his mouth fell open and he let out the sexiest moan I'd ever heard. I knew he was about to spill in more ways than one.
"Oh, Abbie, you naughty little cherry," His breath caught in his throat.
It seems he needed a little more persuasion.
I began torturing him again, slowly sucking his twitching, throbbing member, "Abbie, please don't stop!"
I suck harder and faster alternating to slow and easy, bringing him up to then back down from his building orgasm.
"Tell me now, or I'll stop," I whimper, rubbing his precum across my lips.
"Damn, Abbie dratted...!" he snarls, the noise he made sounds more animal than human.
I suck harder, he curses more in response. his hips bucking more erratically.
"Abbie, damn, must you have your way!" He growls at me. Swearing impulsively in a sharp outburst.
"Yes, now tell me now," I purr, pulling his shaft and then devouring it.
"Oh...Abbie...Going to Martha's Vinyard- bloody tarnation!" His body becomes rigid and I suck him with abandon until he uncontrollably orgasms. I'm drinking in his volcanic eruption.
"Good heavens, you've ruined the surprise," He choked out, stammering on words that wouldn't come out. He is still recovering as I discreetly swallow and I raise my head, peering at his flushed face with a smile.
"Sounds like fun!" I chuckled while climbing on the couch.
I slid a hand over my belly, into my panties, and stroked my wet folds for a moment before taking my hand back out and offering my fingers to Ichabod's mouth. He lunged at them, greedily sucking my juices and moaning his approval.
"You seemed rather pleased with yourself," Ichabod his eyes dancing passionately over my body, before changing positions with me.
"I'm pleased with you too." My gaze was lust-filled as he ran his hands up my thighs and spread open my lower lips with his thumbs.
I was hot and slick with arousal. Ichabod took a long lick up my slit and moaned at the sweet taste before dipping his tongue into my center and rubbing circles on my swollen clit with his fingers.
"OH-YES" I screamed like the last demon we killed.
Now that there were no surprises, this felt light and carefree like the world was finally set to rights.