She tangled her fingers in his hair as he kissed her, hard and insisting. She took a ragged breath and rested her forehead against his. She didn't have a clue what she was doing here, but she didn't want to stop. She only knew it was getting more difficult to pretend the way she felt about him was purely platonic. It wasn't platonic to spend inordinate amounts of time thinking about how his body would feel against hers. She wanted to know everything about him, intimate things; what were his thoughts, his fears, his favorite things, what was it like to sleep cradled in his arms, what did he look like in only underwear and bare feet and bed head. She was tired of this dance they were locked into, like two people trying to pass in a hallway, stepping the same way each time, never getting anywhere, growing more awkward with each step. Sometimes she felt like they spent as much time fighting their feelings for each other as they did fighting evil.

Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, trying to settle the flutter in her stomach. She was losing her nerve more with every second he stayed silent.

"Crane, what are we doing?"

He chuckled low in his throat. "Abigail, if you don't know, then I fear I've failed to show you," he said, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She taunted him with a playful smirk. "Definitely a failure on your part," she whispered.

He buried his face in her neck, his lips barely ghosting a trail up toward her ear. "Then by all means," he breathed, "allow me to show you once more."

Her grip in his hair tightened as she groaned her approval. Crane's fingers found their way beneath the hem of her shirt, his long fingers exploring the uncharted expanse of her back while he tasted every inch of her neck, his tongue dipping into the hollow above her collarbone. Her hips rocked forward instinctively, desperate for more contact. She wanted him all over her, every inch of her skin in contact with his. She lifted the hem of his shirt. "Off," she murmured, his arms raising to rid himself of the offending garment while she did the same.

Crane's eyes glinted as he took in the sight of her, reaching out to cup one breast, his thumb brushing over her taut nipple. She raised herself, allowing his mouth access to her. He teased her with his tongue, flicking it gently over the bud of her breast until she moaned, finally taking it fully into his mouth, letting out a groan himself. She ground her hips down into him again, failing to have any contact through the thick denim of her jeans. Fuck pants, she thought.

She hopped back up off the couch to his dismay, confusion clouding his features.

"I'm coming back, just..." she trailed off, quickly unzipped and shed her jeans. "Damn Crane, you do have some game. Not even 10 minutes and you got me taking off my OWN pants," she teased. His eyes roamed over her, taking in each delicate dip and curve like she was a work of art.

"I could not have imagined more perfection than what my eyes behold at this moment."

"Oh, so you have thought about me." she teased. She turned to give him a full view, twisting back to find his face slack with surprise.

His fingers ran beneath the lace band on her underwear. "I won't say that such thoughts have not passed. I believe you already know they have." He pressed a soft kiss to the skin below her belly button, his fingers roaming beneath the elastic of her panties, hands kneading the flesh of her buttocks while he kissed small winding trails above the material.

"Mm, you next Crane." He stopped his ministrations, looking at her for clarification.

"Your pants."

"Oh, oh.. yes." He deftly undid the laces and raised himself enough to pull his trousers off.

"All of it." she insisted, motioning to the thin material he wore as underwear, and he complied. Abbie took her time resuming her place on his lap, carefully situating his erection against her. His eyes fluttered closed, a gasp escaping his lips. She rocked forward , then back, his cock rubbing against her most sensitive area. Her stomach swirling with arousal, she traced the lines of his neck with her lips, reveling in him; his smell, the strain in his neck when she kissed softly into the hollow between to delicate collar bones. Crane let out a heavy sigh, rocking in rhythm to the speed she set, his hands digging into her thighs, as if staking his claim on her.

"Crane.." she moaned, pulling his face to hers to kiss him, tongue slipping into his mouth as he moaned. "I want you...inside of me."

His deft fingers slipped in between her legs, sliding in between the folds of her and dipping one finger deep enough into her to make her gasp. He placed the head of himself at her entrance and she lowered herself slowly. It had been a while since she'd been with anyone and he filled her completely, the feeling of Crane opening her up in more way than one. They both let out groans of satisfaction as he sheathed himself within her, pressing into her to completely bury himself. She rolled her hips, wanting to feel him everywhere inside of her. With her arms around his neck, she rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling, watching their shared pleasure play across the others face. He teased her, slowing then speeding up, slipping in and out of her. Finding the place within her that made her tighten around him, the sound of her voice heightening his pleasure to the point that he knew he could not last much longer, her body telling him that she was close to climax as well.

"Ichabod," she whispered, as she clenched tightly around him, losing herself to orgasm. His given name on her lips like a prayer sent him over the edge, following her with his own release.

Abbie rested her head on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the damp skin of his neck. "Next time, we share the bed," she teased.

His arms squeezed her waist as he agreed. "Yes," he smiled. "Yes, we shall."

A/N: Many thanks to my wonderful beta on this chapter, JWAB, for asking the good questions!