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A bored Abby was never a good thing. After everything that had gone on they didn't truly have anything to hunt. King was... somewhere. She wasn't too entirely sure where. Which was probably why Abby was in nothing but a pair of short shorts and one of his shirts, sitting up on the kitchen counter eating strawberry ice cream.

Right... if he came home now... well, we don't know what would happen and we don't think she truly cares. She'd change if they had to head out or something. But so far... nothing.

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And, of course, he'd come home before she could change. That would figure. "Very good. Want some?"

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Hazel eyes blinked slightly when King did that. Okay... THAT was unexpected. He'd just thrown her for a damn loop. Damnable Hannibal King. "Glad you think so."

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She slides down off the counter before heading off after him. "You know, King, if you wanted that all you had to do was ask." Then she raises a brow. "What've you been getting yourself into anyways?"

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"The kiss." She states simply leaning up against the door. Then she raises a brow. "Uh huh. Then why'd you come back bloody, King?"

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"There hasn't been anything to stab, shoot or kill lately." She states with a raised brow before taking the bloody shirt and throwing it aside then kissing him good and hard. "Is that what you were going for?" She whispers.

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"Well... if you'd prefer that instead, King..." She says raising a brow.

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She was going to tell him to stop complaining but instead he was kissing her. So she just wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him back.

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Good. Because if he stopped or complained, she'd hurt him. Instead though she just lets her hands roam over Hannibal's chest as she kisses him back.

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Well then... who needed that shirt anyways? Once the shirt is gone she pulls King flush up against herself, kissing him good and hard, deepening that kiss.

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She noted the look before he kissed her. So she doesn't say anything, just kisses him back letting nails rake down his sides and back lightly.

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Those nails dig a bit deeper and she lets her body press against his, deepening that kiss.

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She gives a moan into that kiss but she's not stopping him either. The shorts are the only thing keeping him from a fully naked body beneath him.

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Her body shivers lightly under that touch and she kisses him hard, deep and passionate.

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Which is why those pants, yeah... she works on getting them undone and off. Damn clothes were overrated while being in the hideout alone anyways.

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She tilts her head back giving him better access to her throat and her body arches up against his.

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Oh yeah it did but she wouldn't change it. She'd leave it just how it was turning out. She runs nails down his sides and chest and deepens the kiss.

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She gives a moan, nails digging into flesh and kisses him back deepening the passionate kiss.

Re: When it's all finished

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She lays her head on his chest and gives a small smile. "I love you too, Hannibal."

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"Problems, King?" She asks with a raised brow.

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"Yeah, well guess what it isn't."

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"You're right. You are safer that way."

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She gives a smirk to that. "Good."

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"Mmhmm. Very."

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"Partner, boyfriend... whatever you want to call it, King." She states kissing his shoulder.

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"No. Partner and boyfriend are though." She states. That last one though gets a slight glare from those hazel eyes.

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She makes a face before just settling against him. Yeah, she's fine now.