This week's ABH is rated TV-14. Hope you all enjoy!!!



You are in a car outside a suspected double agent's house. You have been
waiting for hours and no one has shown up. Oliver sits asleep, leaned
against the driver's side door. His breath lightly fogging up the window.
You sip your hot chocolate and just watch him. His face is so peaceful in
sleep, you can just imagine what a cute little boy he must have been. A
touch of gray has formed near his temple. Now you can understand all the
fuss your Mom used to make about men acquiring "character" as they age.
Although, you realize, Oliver has the best of both worlds, character and
drop dead sexiness all in one.

With the car's heater turned up to full, the black leather jacket he wore
for warmth has fallen open. He wears a navy-colored shirt beneath, not quite
buttoned to the top. Swirls of chest-hair peek out at you, black wisps
mingling with more character gray. His broad chest rises and falls under his
breath. Your eyes trail down to his stomach, partly covered by the tucked in
top, partly by the black jeans he wears. His stomach has only the slightest
hint of a paunch, 'much needed weight,' you think to yourself. You can
easily see from Oliver's lean frame where his body would have the tendency
towards being underweight. You admire the way his jeans hug his body,
caressing him tightly down to his ankles.

You finish your drink and toss your cup in the garbage bag. You notice a
little has spilled onto your hand. You open the glove box and remove a
napkin. As you are wiping up the chocolate, you spy a red velvet pouch
laying in the compartment. You drop the napkin in the garbage bag as well
and reach for the pouch. Your hands brush the sides of it. You cast a glance
over at Oliver. His eyes are still closed. Good. You silently pull the pouch
into your lap and tug apart the drawstrings. You reach in and pull out an
ornate and obviously very old dagger. You're a bit awed by it.

"You're like a little kid shaking packages to guess 'em." You jump at
Oliver's voice, and blush up at him.

He is grinning. "You left this here for me to find."

"All right I confess. Do you like it?"

You lean over and kiss him. "What do you think?"

"It belonged to Anne Bonny."

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. "Ooh, the infamous lady pirate. Cool!" You
slip the dagger into the pouch and place it reverently back in the glove
box.

Suddenly, Oliver pulls you back against him passionately. He is crushing
your chest against his own, his hand in your hair keeping your head to his.
His tongue has pushed its way inside your mouth. It strokes your own tongue
slowly, as if asking for your patient indulgence. After a few seconds, he
pulls back and moves his mouth to your ear. "Sorry Love, got to make a bit
of a show of it."

"Let me guess, our friend finally got home."

"Yes." He kisses your cheek, sucks on your earlobe. "And spotted us right
away I'm afraid."

You return the favor to his earlobe, your lips lightly tugging on the hoop
earring there. He gasps, then sighs. "So we're just a couple of wacky kids
parked here for no reason other than to make out until he loses interest and
goes inside?"

"That's the uh...that's the plan." Your kisses on his neck have made him
slightly breathless.

You pull back a little and smile at him. "I think I can do that." You
lightly nibble on his bottom lip before kissing him again.


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