7/4/08

Title: Forgotten

Chapter: Fifteen – Moving Forward

Author: Squeezynz

Setting: S2Ep7 – a year on from the end.

Pairing: Stabby all the way.

Author's Note: lots of lovin' ahead.

Steam billowed out of the bathroom door, left open in their haste to get naked. Clothes lay strewn over the floor, boots kicked into the corners and underwear dangling off reptile tanks and furniture.

In the shower Stephen lifted Abby up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. His mouth was devouring her neck, wringing mewing noises from her that sent electricity straight to his groin. Urgently he fused them together, flesh in flesh, Abby crying out his name at the sudden fullness, her arms wrapping about his neck while she hung on for dear life. The drumming of the water only heightened the sensitivity of her skin, her slight body held easily in his arms, his flesh driving her mindless with pleasure as he buried himself again and again inside her.

He didn't last long, the long tease in the car, up the stairs and into the bathroom bringing him so close to the edge he'd been shaking when he tore off his shirt and jeans. Now they shook together, trembling in the aftermath of his last deep thrust, Abby pressed up against the wet tiles, Stephen's head fallen to her shoulder as he gasped to draw breath into his heaving lungs.

Slowly she loosened her arms, sliding down his slick skin to stand on her own two feet, missing the feeling of him inside her as soon as he slipped out. Water continued to cascade over them, Stephen slowly regaining his balance on shaky legs, Abby turning him about to lean against the wall of the shower so she could massage his back with long, loving strokes.

Her fingers danced over the welter of scars marring the skin of his back, her face still pulling into a wince despite her long familiarity with his body. The new ones from the terror bird had only just healed and she was careful not to linger too long over those areas. Stephen groaned when she pressed herself against his back, her arms coming around to hug him.

“I know a much more comfortable place where we can continue this,” she said against his back, his head coming up slowly before turning to look at her over his shoulder.

“Best offer I've had all day.”

They parted briefly, shutting off the water and stepping into the foggy bathroom together. A quick drying off before they both padded, arms about each other, across the room to the stairs leading to the mezzanine bedroom. On the windowsill, basking in the late afternoon sun, Rex turned to regard the two humans cross the floor and start up to the next floor. He contemplated flying after them, but the buzz of a particularly juicy fly caught his attention instead, drawing his attention back to the window.

Stephen had lost track of time, surprised to find it still daylight outside as he padded behind Abby up the stairs. The view following her upwards, wrapped as she was in a very small towel, was one he felt stir his flesh once more into action. Abby had barely cleared the top step before the towel was whipped off her body and she found herself tumbled onto the bed, Stephen joining her seconds later, his mouth and hands everywhere at once.

Her skin turned rosy, the rough rasp of his emerging whiskers raking pleasurably over her breasts and stomach, his mouth leaving a trail of tingling love bites down her body while his hands swept up and down her arms and sides, brushing over peaked nipples and making her arch upwards.

“Move up the bed,” his gruff order sent her scooting onto the pillows, his hands finding her ankles to push her knees up as he pursued her, laying her open for his mouth to plunder.

Abby clutched at the headboard, her head arched back, stretching her body like a bow. His hands held her pinned and exposed, his head between her legs unrelenting as he drove her wild.

“Stephen!” her high pitched scream announced her climax, her body shaking with the force of it. Grinning unashamedly, Stephen released her and moved up her body, gathering her up in his arms as she lolled bonelessly against the covers.

“You always say my name in the most beautiful way,” he told her, kissing her closed eyes before moving to her open mouth, sealing it with his own and drawing her back from her far flung lassitude.

“You're gonna kill me one day with that mouth of yours...” Abby managed to enunciate after getting her breath back. She dragged her hand over his cheek, stroking him and feeling the short stubble. “Are you going to grow this back?”

“Don't know...maybe I should try for the designer stubble look?”

Abby prised her heavy eyelids open and gazed up at him. “I have to say I'm liking the scruffy look on you...” she reached up to play with the short fringe left after Helen's barbering. “And this doesn't look bad either.” She bit her bottom lip, drawing his attention to her mouth which he claimed in another toe curling kiss before pulling back to gaze down at her snuggled trustingly in his arms.

“We'll see. Not sure I'm ready to have all this on display yet...” he saw a frown pull her brows together, “I mean...I'm not sure if I want to look like him.”

Abby shifted to give her a better view of his face. “Stephen...you don't have to hide, really you don't.” She lifted her hand to trace the scar marring his forehead. “I suppose I've grown so used to them I forget they remind you of what happened. To me you're all I want whether you shave your head or go around looking like Cousin It.”

Stephen laughed out loud, folding her against his chest and rocking them both. “Bloody hell I'm one lucky bastard to have found you.” He kissed her dark head. “When can we get married?”

“Why the hurry?” Abby teased, unafraid of his mock angry glare.

“Because I want to brand you as mine, no one else's. I want everyone to know that I have the most beautiful and brave wife any man could have...and then I'll chain you to the bed and won't let you get up for a week...my property, my own...”

“Property! Now see here...”Abby tried to sit up to protest at his high handed macho male rhetoric, but found herself instead sighing happily against the pillows, his mouth teasing her breasts while his fingers delved south and made her come apart all over again. Attempting to regain some of her brain functions before he melted them entirely, she grasped a fistful of his hair and pulled him up, his mouth leaving her nipple with an audible pop. “If you think you're going to turn me into...oh yeah, just there...” she paused as his clever fingers played sweetly inside her. She tried again. “Stephen...I'm not giving up what we do, to be some stay at home...ah...oh, don't stop,” her fingers clutched at his shoulder, her eyes drawn to the wicked smile playing about his lips as he watched her reactions to what he was doing between her legs.

“You were saying?” He cocked an eyebrow and that was the last straw. Abby shoved at him, pushing him onto his back with her now straddling him, her eyes flashing danger.

“If anyone is going to be branded anyones property, it will be you,” she wriggled against his pelvis, grinding herself against him and making him groan, his flesh hot and hard against her center. “I think I might like having you at my beck and call once I have a ring on you...maybe I'll have it put through here,” she flicked one of his nipples making him gasp while she rolled it between her fingers. “Or maybe I'll have something else pierced to remind you who you belong to,” barely pausing to lift herself up, she took him inside her body in one easy move, Stephen gripping her thighs and arching upwards to bury more of himself in her slick heat.

Abby started to move, resting her hands on his chest to raise herself slowly up and down, drawing out the pleasure and watching his expressions. Stephen watched her back, his intensely blue eyes half hidden by his dark lashes, the heat from them alone making Abby flush and throw her head back as she rocked and swiveled her hips.

“I suggest...we agree...to own each other...” Stephen moaned aloud with pleasure when Abby raised herself slowly up, only to slide her body down on him and squeeze at the same time, bringing him almost to the brink. Unable to bear the slow tease, he sat up abruptly and wrapped her in his arms, flipping them both over without breaking the intimate contact between them. With Abby underneath him, he became the tormentor, but was too close to his release to do more than lay claim to her with half a dozen powerful thrusts before he was shaking and shuddering his body against her, her legs holding him close.

“I'm dead,” his voice muffled against her shoulder, Stephen felt Abby shake with laughter. Lifting his head he stared down into her piquant face. “What's so funny?” Flexing his pelvis he reminded her he was still comfortably seated inside her. Abby grinned up at him.

“You're about as far away from dead as it's possible for a man to be...in fact, any more undead and I don't think I'll survive.”

“That's alright then...we'll not survive together.” He grinned back at her before shifting his body to pull out of her, hissing as his overly sensitive flesh protesting leaving it's snug haven. Dragging the covers over them both, he lay there while Abby draped herself comfortably over him, her head finding its inevitable place in the crook of his shoulder.

The quiet of the flat enveloped them, Abby content to listen to the steady thump of his heart beneath her ear, Stephen relaxed and happy to have her warm weight against his side.

The minutes stretched and he thought she'd dozed off, but her slightly muffled voice reached him and made him smile again.

“How about next week?”

“Next week?”

“To get married.”

“Can we do that? I thought women and weddings took forever to organize?”

“Chauvinist Pig...I can be organized in a week...it's not as if we're having anything fancy...are we?”

“Whatever my lizard girl wants...I'm not fussed.”

“Well in that case...how about bikes, boots and black leather?”

“What!?” His yelp made her laugh.

“Only kidding...but I can't see myself in some meringue-like wedding dress with a dozen bridesmaids in pink, can you?”

“No. How about me in suit, you in something sexy, and a registry office somewhere?”

“You have a suit?”

“I can do the guy thing!” He chuckled, “I'm sure I can find one somewhere...Lester could lend me one of his.”

Abby giggled. “The arms and legs would be too short...and you'd look silly in pin stripes.”

“No I wouldn't...well...maybe.”

“Nick and Connor have to be there...and Jenny”

“And Lester...after all, without him I wouldn't be here.”

“Any family?” Abby asked without thinking, “Oh sorry...that was stupid of me. Sorry.”

“Doesn't matter...what about you? Family...I mean.”

“I have a couple of friends from my Zoo days...and there's a couple of family members I'm sure could be there on short notice.”

“There you go then. Next weekend?”

“Well...maybe the weekend after next...just to give us time to book and stuff.”

“Fine. Weekend after next.”

Silence once more stretched between them, comfortable and secure, warm and loving.

“Where'd you want to go?”

“Go?” Abby's sleepy voice was barely above a whisper.

“Honeymoon. You know...with Connor's new doohickey we could go to any time or place, if you wanted to revisit the past?”

Abby took a moment to think about it. “No. I don't think so. There's too many creatures out there trying to put us on the menu. How about something closer to home?”

“Like where?”

“We could go back up to the Lake District and this time do some of the things we intended to do, only never got around to. I wouldn't mind revisiting that hotel...”

“The beds were rather comfortable, weren't they?”

“...and we could revisit that house. We never did get to do the tour over it and find out more of what Helen's been up to in the past.”

“Does that matter, now she's in Lester's custody?”

“I'm curious. Aren't you?”

“About Helen. No.”

“What about Tac?”

“Why bring him up? Already tired of the old model?”

She felt him tense up, a muscle ticking urgently in his cheek.

“Hey...” He didn't respond so she propped herself up on her elbow and stared down into his face. “Hey...look at me.” When he didn't, she gripped his chin and forced him to turn his head. “Look at me.”

“Abby...just drop it...” his gruff voice trailed away, realizing that he now had a very angry Abby on his hands.

“Don't even go there.” Abby growled, keeping his head turned to face her. “Stephen James Hart don't you dare even think that...ever.” She felt her eyes well up. “How dare you suggest I would be remotely interested in that...boy. Yes he looks like you, and I was interested to see what you looked like at the age...but that's all. Stupid, stupid man...how could you.”

To her own and Stephen's consternation, she promptly burst into noisy tears, dropping back to the bed and covering her face with her hands, her engagement ring catching the light.

“Abby don't...sweetheart don't cry. I was a fool to think...”

“I thought I'd lost you to that bitch again...I...I thought this time she'd won.”

“Shhhh I'm an idiot to doubt you...please don't cry...”

“God! When I think of what she's done...to you, to Nick..and now this boy...I want to...”

“What?” Stephen asked quietly, stroking her hair away from her face.

“Kill her!”

Stephen couldn't help but smile at her fierce expression, wide blue eyes awash with tears and spiky lashes as she stared defiantly up at him.

“That's my lizard girl.”

“Patronizing bastard...” Abby sniffed and used the heel of her hand to clear the tears. “As if I would want a boy when I can have the man...scars, ego and all.”

“I have an ego?”

“As big as a house...smug ratbag.”

Stephen grinned at her and did look exceedingly smug. “So I guess this means you love me?”

“Do you love me?” She countered, her bottom lip pouting.

“More than this sorely battered body could ever show you.”

“I like this body,” she stroked a hand over the triangular mat of soft hair at the base of his throat. “In fact I love this body.”

He kissed her softly. “I love you, my Abigail. My sweet, adorable...sexy Abigail.”

“You're mine, my scarred Lazarus. I didn't know how much I really loved you, until I thought I'd lost you again.”

Stephen felt his heart beat heavily in his chest, her simple sincerity bringing a lump to his throat.

“Hey...enough of the maudlin. We've got all the time in the world...past and present...even the future. Helen is safely locked up, Nick has his hands full fending off Jenny, and now he has Tac to mother,” he paused while Abby giggled into her pillow. “What?”

“Just picturing Nick wearing a pinny and fussing over a younger you.”

Stephen gave her a mock stern look before continuing. “ As I was saying...Nick is taken care of, and Connor...”

“What about Connor?” Abby asked softly, turning a little pink.

“He might take a little longer to get over you.”

Abby flushed a deeper pink. “How did you know?”

“Guys notice stuff.”

“I hope he finds someone else.”

“Maybe that latest addition...what was her name?”

“Don't know...she'd only just arrived a few days ago. With what's happened she'll probably be off like a shot and not come back.”

“Nah...Lester only picks the best...she'll be back.”

They settled once more into silence, the distant chirrup of Rex drifting up from the flat below.

The End

...for the time being. May return to this in a sequel, but for now...we leave our

intrepid duo to their connubial bliss.