Abbie nodded at Ichabod and Daniel.

"No, No Come in, Professor Mills," Ichabod said.

"Yeah, Come in sis," Daniel answered."We were just talking about you."

Ichabod frowned and glared at Daniel. Ichabod cleared his throat.

"Only about you and your Luke Morales," Ichabod said. "I'm to understand Congratulations are in order?"

Abbie stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She looked down at her hand and shook her head. Abbie

wiggled her long fingers.

"Oh, no not really. Luke gave me a promise ring which is a promise to be engaged. It doesn't mean we are betrothed.

And he is not my Luke," Abbie said. Her voice stern. She frowned and looked up to meet Ichabod's eyes. They stared at

each other. Ichabod's full lips turned up into a teasing smirk.

"Is it really?" Ichabod chuckled. "Thought the ring meant he was."

"No, he is not my Luke and I am not his Abbie. We don't belong to each other," Abbie answered.

Dean Crane's face suddenly became serious. Abbie watched as his worried brow furrowed relaxed and a huge smile come to his lips. He shrugged his broad shoulders and met Daniel's smile.

"But I thought Luke was," Ichabod said. "At least that is what they called it in our day Daniel, right. I know you younger generation, these days think differently about relationships."

Dean Crane's eyes slid back to her. His lips widened into a Cheshire grin. His eyebrow raised.

Abbie pursed her lips. Was he teasing her?

"What do they call it now, Ichabod? Friends with benefits, Sis?" Daniel's broad shoulders shook as he chuckled. He winked at Abbie.

"Oh shut up the both of you!" Abbie murmured. She stepped further into the room and plopped herself on the couch next to Daniel. Abbie crossed her legs. She caught Ichabod's eyes sweep over her black trousers and then look away. Abbie sighed as Ichabod talked to Daniel.

Dean Crane's comment when she walked in echoed in Abbie's head. Abbie couldn't help being 5'. She has been petite all her life. Abbie never cared. She couldn't do anything about her size. Makeup and wearing jeans she could help. Abbie bit her bottom lip. She usually put some blush, lipstick, mascara and eyeliner on every morning. Except for this morning.

She woke up late. Falling back asleep after the alarm. Abbie only had time to put on eyeliner, mascara and throw on a pair of trousers. She didn't have time to put on the rest of her makeup. She raked her teeth across her full bottom lip several times as a substitute. It reddened them and made them look swollen.

Ichabod's eyes slid back and looked fixedly at her biting her lips. Abbie heard him murmur "Christ" Before he closed his eyes and looked away. Abbie stopped and cursed. She felt like she was thirteen all over again. Worried about what he thought of her. Grow up Abbie. She quickly licked her lips to soothe the tenderness she felt now from the continuous biting.

Ichabod met her eyes again and sighed.

"Nevertheless, Abigail, I am happy for you and......" Ichabod said. He met her eyes again. His brow wrinkled. His lips in a tight line in question.

"Luke. His name is Luke Morales," Abbie answered. She flashed him a dirty look.

"Oh, yes. Right. Luke," Ichabod said. He nodded and waved his hand at Abbie dismissively.

Abbie's eyes watched Ichabod as he rose from the corner of his desk. She lifted herself from the couch.

"And it isn't a friends with benefits thing," Abbie said. She crossed her arms against her chest. .

A worried frown pulled Ichabod's brows together. He took a step toward her.

"Are you in love with him, Abbie?" Ichabod said. His voice serious and stern. Abbie took a step closer to him.

Abbie glared back at Ichabod. Her eyes defiant. She stepped closer.

"Yes. I think I am," she answered. God. Abbie that sounded so stupid. She sucked in her bottom lip.

She and Ichabod took another step until both now stood in the middle of the room. Less than a foot apart. Abbie stared up at him.

"You're not certain? Then why did you accept this young man's ring?" Ichabod chuckled. The chuckle turned into a dry

empty laugh. Abbie released her arms. Her small hands now clenched tight fists at her sides.

"That is my business Crane. I have Daniel. I don' t need two big brothers here at Columbus!" Abbie

shouted. Ichabod's full lips were pressed together in a tight angry line.

Ichabod crossed his arms against his chest and leaned forward very close to stare into Abbie's eyes. Invading her

personal space.

'On the contrary, Professor Mills. Maybe you do need two big brothers to keep you from accidentally getting engaged. When you obviously don't seem to want to be," he replied. His voice was clipped and triumphant.

Abbie's eyes grew huge and her mouth widened. Her clenched fist tightened.

A low moan came from the large sofa where Danny sat.

Abbie took a deep breath.

"First of all, I am not engaged to Luke Morales," Abbie shouted. "Second of all, I am no longer thirteen years old and do not need to be looked after by you or Daniel. Third and last of all, even if I were engaged or if I didn't want to be it is still none of your business!"

"We are just concerned about you Abs," Daniel answered.

Daniel uncrossed his long legs and rose from the sofa. He walked to Abbie and Ichabod.

Abbie was now sandwiched between her brother and Dean Crane. They crowded her in until she felt trapped.

"And I think it should be our business, to know about the young man who gives you a promise ring, Abigail," Ichabod

said. His voice was deep his accent more pronounced. He leaned even closer toward her.

"Especially, if he's going to soon be a part of the family," Daniel chuckled. Abbie turned to face Daniel. She looked up at him.

"He's not going to be a part of the family," Abbie shouted. She raised her hand to tuck a loose curl behind her ear. Her elbow connecting with Ichabod's right eye.

"Uh Ow!" Ichabod groaned. His large hands flew to his right eye as he crashed to the floor behind Abbie.

Abbie turned around to find Ichabod splayed and moaning on the rugged floor.

"Wha?" Abbie gasped. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry."

Abbie's petite body fell and straddled Ichabod's lap.

"Are you happy now Abbie?" "You've probably blinded him for life," Daniel shouted. He kneeled beside her and Ichabod.

Abbie ignored Daniel.

"Sorry," Abbie said. "Let me see it."

"That'll teach me to want to stand so close to you," Ichabod whispered.

Abbie didn't hear him. She leaned her body close and breathed in his musky smell into her nostrils. A soft low groan came deep inside from Ichabod's throat.

"Abbie Please," Ichabod growled. He pulled back from her a little but Abbie leaned even closer.

"Come on. Stop acting like a baby and Let me see," Abbie answered. She pulled his large hands away from his face. A huge angry red circle was slowly formed around Ichabod's right eye.

"Ooooh, it soo red," she moaned. "It's going to look like a black and blue mess tomorrow."

"Christ, Abbie," Ichabod groaned. She frowned and looked down her large ample bosom was pressed against his chest.

"Oh, Excuse me Dean Crane." Abbie leaned back and moved backward across his lap. Abbie gasped. She felt a huge bulge under her butt. It felt hot, long and hard beneath her. Abbie's eyes quickly met his steady gaze again. Abbie gasped. The look in his eyes did not look like he was in pain. It looked to be the opposite.

"It is not my eye I'm worrying about," Ichabod groaned.

Dean Crane's hands wrapped tightly around Abbie's small waist. She felt the weight and heat of his fingers press tight on her skin. Dean Crane's blue eyes were dark as he looked up at her. He hissed. His pupils dilated; wanting.

Abbie sucked in a breath. Was that a look of want and longing in his eyes her imagination. Abbie was about to answer Ichabod when Daniel appeared beside her to help. She felt Dean Crane's large hands loosen, slowly slide from her waist and fall beside him.

"You've scarred him for life, Abs," Daniel chuckled. Ichabod loudly moaned. Abbie blinked her eyes and turned her head to Daniel beside her.

"Shut up Danny," Abbie grumbled.

"You're going to be alright, Dean Crane. Believe this ugly diminutive woman with no make up when she tells you so ," Abbie chuckled.

Ichabod's eyes widened and he frowned up at Abbie.

"Professor Mills. I sincerely apologize. What you heard was....." Ichabod began.

"Unfortunate,"Abbie answered. Abbie put her hand up to stop him. He closed his mouth.

She folded her arms against her chest and glared down at him.

"Jeesh, is that why you hit him, Abs? Come on, Icky was just teasing ya Abbie. Like when we were kids," Danny laughed.

Abbie turned her head and fixed her gaze at Daniel. Her eyebrow lifted and she slid her eyes back down to Ichabod. He swallowed.

"I assure you Professor Mills, 'Tis was only in jest. I never would mock your height or your appearance. Especially with our positions now here in University," Ichabod said indignant.

His hands twitched at his sides. Abbie shook her head and smirked. He was so adorable as he sat on the rug of this office all flustered and sputtering with a huge black eye. His perfectly combed back short hair now messy and out of place. Dean Crane combed his long fingers through to put it back in place. His mouth pressed together in an angry line. Indignant. Abbie giggled. He looked so cute. God, she just wanted to kiss him.

"All right, alright. I believe you Icky," Abbie laughed.

Abbie frowned. She sucked in her lips as she looked down again at Dean Crane. Abbie then raised her eyebrow. Images of Ichabod's large hands holding her waist, letting them slowly fall down to her thighs like a caress. Had she imagined the look of want and longing in his crystal blue eyes when he looked at her? Abbie sighed and shook her head.

Abbie straightened her petite body and leaned forward again. This time not letting her bosom touch his chest. She stared at the now huge black and blue mouse forming around Dean Crane's right eye. She patted his chest.

"I'm going to go down to the cafeteria to see if I can find something for that eye," Abbie muttered. She

then leaned back only to stop half-way. She stared down at Dean Crane blue eyes underneath the black eye. It sparkled through the bruise. His long silky eyelashes golden under the bright sunshine that came through the opened office window. Her brow furrowed in thought for a minute and her eyebrows raised. Her heart hammered beneath her breastplate so hard and so fast she could swear Dean Crane could hear it underneath her. Do she dare? Abbie couldn't deny the one simple fact. Despite, her brother Daniel and their ages and still being technically married to Katerina. She still loved and wanted Dean Ichabod Crane very badly. And wanted to find out if Ichabod Crane wanted her too. The flash of wanting in his blue eyes just now said that he might.

Abbie leaned the rest of the way and pressed her full lips upon the corner of Ichabod's red full mouth. She slowly opened her lips then and began to nibble and suck. Abbie felt Dean Crane's mouth stiffened at first and then slowly open and nibble back. Her tongue then darted inside to lick his now opened lips and then suck on his tongue. Abbie's sighed. Her small hands then lifted to cradle his head. Her long fingers threaded through his soft perfectly trimmed beard.

Abbie licked and bit more at his full bottom lip . Her small peck of a kiss now turned quickly into a seduction in less than a minute. Dean Crane whimpered. His fingers twitched by his sides and folded into tight fists.

Abbie pulled away and looked at Ichabod. He looked back up at her with hooded eyes and licked his lips. His pupils dark. His lips still open red and swollen from her biting. His breath was heavy and came out in short gasps.

Her eyebrows raised as a small smirk lifted at the corner of her full lips.

"Interesting," she whispered. Abbie nodded. She scrambled up back to her feet. Abbie smirked down at Ichabod. Her eyebrow lifted.

Abbie then licked her lips still tasting Dean Crane's lips. Had he really kissed her back? Or was it her imagination? She shook her head and shifted her eyes back to look at Daniel. Daniel was already standing. His eyes were wide and his mouth opened. Frozen in shock at her and what she had just done. Abbie giggled.

"Take care of him bro until I get back,"Abbie said. She winked at her brother.

She smiled and waved. She opened the door and was about to walk through the doorframe when it was stopped by a huge beefy hand. Abbie frowned and looked up to meet Daniel's glare.

"Let me go with you sis. Wouldn't want you to go and get yourself lost in this huge University," Daniel said. His voice cold and stern. His teeth gritted as he stared down at her.

Abbie shrugged her shoulders and passed through the opened doorway. Daniel closed the office door behind them. Dean Crane sighed and lifted himself off the floor. He lifted his hand and let the pads of his fingers touch his swollen just-bit lips. He sighed and lowered his hand. He frowned down at his fingers and rubbed them together.

"Abigail, what have you've done?" he whispered.

To be continued.....