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The air was cool and crisp as Abby stretched on her porch before her morning run. The air was cold entering her lungs as she started the morning trek down Fourth Street to main. Slowing down to a jog as she turned the corner on to Main, shots rang out. As soon as she was on the ground, tires squealed and peeled out of the empty lot on the other side of the road. Bringing her heart rate back down to normal, Abby looked up and down the street, making sure it was okay to get up. As she returns to her feet, her trusted partner Anthony calls out to her from down the road, “hey! You okay?! Where you hit?!”
Nodding and shaking her head at the same time, she runs over to him, “Did you see anything?”
“Yeah, it was a stereotypical white van late 90’s model maybe, didn’t see the driver though, sorry.” He quickly spits out between barking orders into his walkie. Shaking off the paramedics trying to check her for injury she ducks into Tony's car. After this morning there was no way she was walking home, Tony sees her trying to hid and gives a final order to everyone and gets in his car looking at her as he does. As she gets out after the short ride home, she gives Tony one final reassurance she is fine and closes his passenger door running inside.
Standing under the hot spray, Abby thinks back to the events shaking even though the hot water was on full blast. She was a cop for christs sakes! She should have known there would eventually be some form of attempt on her life. Shaking off the uneasy feeling she gets out and dries off with her favorite big fluffy towel. Wrapping it around her, she walks out to get a glass of orange juice from the fridge. Rounding the corner into the kitchen, she slams into a foreign body in her home. Reacting in a millisecond a punch is thrown; before it makes contact with the would be burglar a hand grabs her wrist. Huffing and cursing to herself trying to remain calm she devises another tactic. Abby throws a leg up and makes contact with the person’s ribs; giving her a chance to get free. Stopping half way through the living room she hears someone calling out for her. Walking slowly keeping watch on the figure she makes her way for the kitchen. Flicking on the light to find her partner Tony standing there, grabbing his side. Rolling her eyes and laughing she should have know.
He looks up at her slowly, a little too slowly by the time his eyes reach hers, he’s blushing slightly. Looking down Abby realizes that in the scuffle she has lost the towel that had been covering her. Blushing she turns and takes off running grabbing the towel off the floor as she flees. Slamming the door to her bedroom, Abby curses herself for being so stupid; of course Tony would come and check on her! How could she not be wearing clothes? Abby knew she was no beauty, being 5 foot 8 inches and a hundred and sixty-five pounds meant she had meat on her bones, and knowing Tony's type that isn't what he liked. Hearing a small knock on her door she growls and pulls open the door; no use in covering up, he’s seen it all anyways. Standing there smiling is Tony, “What?” she barks.
“We need to talk Abby. Now.” Tony finally growls out. But before Abby could fully register what Tony had said, he’s shoving the bedroom door open. As hes coming closer and closer Abby backs right into a wall squeaking as her back hits it. Looking up at him, for the first time in her life she’s scared of Tony. Scared of the pure animal look he has on his face, scared that he may be the reason she was almost killed, and most of all scared of what he might do. As she opens her mouth to say something Tony slams his mouth down hard onto hers. grabbing her arms pulling them above her head pinning them there. Abby's body begins to react to the assault on her, jumping up she wraps her legs around Tony's waist grinding against him.
She quickly stops, reality sinking in. She was naked backed up against the wall of her bedroom with Tony pinning her arms above her, and she was grinding against him. Tony looks at her with a look of shock and confusion as he clears his throat. Abby feels the heat rushing to her face as it turns multiple shades of red instantly. Watching Tony back away from her, Abby quickly grabs a towel covering herself. Looking back at Tony all she can feel is a sense of longing, longing for his lips to be on hers again, longing for his touch; all she could do was hope he felt the same.