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Sunday Family Dinner arrived faster than Abby thought possible but here she was in her father’s kitchen working on the meal they would soon be eating. The steaks were marinating, her dad would grill them once dinner was closer, and she had most of the side dishes prepped and ready to go, the appetizer was nearly done and the table was already set.
She surveyed the space with a critical eye, the surfaces were clear of any unnecessary clutter and everything was in its place. Sherlock lounged on his bed by the back porch doors, watching the birds flutter around the bird feeders. The table was set with good cutlery and colorful ceramic wear, a decorative bowl acted as a centerpiece.
“Hey baby girl.” David strolled in and tugged his daughter into a hug.
“Daddy,” she smiled up at him and returned his hug. “Everything is ready. I just need 10 minutes before dinner to finish up. You're going to be nice aren't you?” She poked him and glared up at him.
“Of course my dear.” He smiled at her and gave her a quick peck on her forehead. “So when is the boy showing up?”
“Dad, you know his name, use it.” She poked him again before pulling away to double check her work. “Cliff should be here soon. Nothing has changed. It's just like all the other times he came over.” Abby wasn't so sure herself, but she knew she wanted this dinner to go perfect and she would pretend it was normal even if the house burned down around her.
She surveyed the space with a critical eye, the surfaces were clear of any unnecessary clutter and everything was in its place. Sherlock lounged on his bed by the back porch doors, watching the birds flutter around the bird feeders. The table was set with good cutlery and colorful ceramic wear, a decorative bowl acted as a centerpiece.
“Hey baby girl.” David strolled in and tugged his daughter into a hug.
“Daddy,” she smiled up at him and returned his hug. “Everything is ready. I just need 10 minutes before dinner to finish up. You're going to be nice aren't you?” She poked him and glared up at him.
“Of course my dear.” He smiled at her and gave her a quick peck on her forehead. “So when is the boy showing up?”
“Dad, you know his name, use it.” She poked him again before pulling away to double check her work. “Cliff should be here soon. Nothing has changed. It's just like all the other times he came over.” Abby wasn't so sure herself, but she knew she wanted this dinner to go perfect and she would pretend it was normal even if the house burned down around her.
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Sunday got there a lot sooner than he would have liked, but nevertheless Cliff had gone home to get his good formal wear (not super formal but something appropriate for a Sunday dinner), fixed his hair and actually shaved off all the stubble to look particularly neat for the occasion. Coach was always hounding him to take on a cleaner look, and now seemed like the best time to actually take that advice; his parents both complimented the change (that would be temporary, they all knew it) so he felt it was a good choice.
The drive to her house included a stop at a flower shop for a nice bouquet to present to the hosts, and he made extra sure not to accidentally smush it while driving the rest of the way there. The nerves were slowly getting to him, and by the time he got to the door and rang the doorbell he was honestly surprised he wasn't shaking considering how anxious he felt about the whole thing. And to think that not too long ago he'd been here for a casual dinner where the threat of getting his head bitten off by Abby's dad wasn't looming over his head…
He could only hope that Abby would be the one to get the door, or at least be there when it was opened even if her dad was the one to open it. Seeing her would help calm him down a little, the way it did before every game.
The drive to her house included a stop at a flower shop for a nice bouquet to present to the hosts, and he made extra sure not to accidentally smush it while driving the rest of the way there. The nerves were slowly getting to him, and by the time he got to the door and rang the doorbell he was honestly surprised he wasn't shaking considering how anxious he felt about the whole thing. And to think that not too long ago he'd been here for a casual dinner where the threat of getting his head bitten off by Abby's dad wasn't looming over his head…
He could only hope that Abby would be the one to get the door, or at least be there when it was opened even if her dad was the one to open it. Seeing her would help calm him down a little, the way it did before every game.
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When the doorbell chimed Abby abandoned the kitchen but even she wasn’t fast enough because she was beaten to the door by Sherlock. He knew better than to bark, he was very well trained, but his wagging tail and very persistent stance made it hard to get the door open. “Sherlock…. Scoot over, silly pup.” With a mutter about big a** dogs Abby was able to nudge the Alaskan Malamute/German Shepard mix out of the way enough to open the door.
There stood Cliff, her Cliff, all clean shaven and dressed nice. “Cliff,” her greeting was cut off as Sherlock went to say hi first by sticking his nose where it didn't belong… literally. “Sherlock! Kuja, Kisigino.” The commands had the desired effect of having the big dog leaving Cliff alone to return to her side. Abby absently patted the dog as she smiled at Cliff. “Sorry about that. He likes you too.” She laughed slightly, jumping slightly as a hand fell on her shoulder, it was just her dad but it still startled her that she didn’t even hear him come up behind her.
“Abby, let the boy in. It's not polite to leave him on the porch.” David had joined the trio and even now stood slightly behind Abby, his hazel eyes studying Cliff, from his clothes to his appearance. “I see you shaved.” He smiled slightly before turning back to enter the family room.
“Dad. Now that was not polite.” Abby scolded his retreating back before gesturing Cliff inside. “Sorry about that as well. You look good, but there is just one thing.” Once he got closer she reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, messing up his perfect style. “There, much better.” Her laugh was full of mischief, “I would just pull you in for a kiss but I think my guard dog would have an issue,” She glanced over at the family room where her dad was even then flicking the TV onto the news. It was clear that her guard wasn’t Sherlock but her father.
There stood Cliff, her Cliff, all clean shaven and dressed nice. “Cliff,” her greeting was cut off as Sherlock went to say hi first by sticking his nose where it didn't belong… literally. “Sherlock! Kuja, Kisigino.” The commands had the desired effect of having the big dog leaving Cliff alone to return to her side. Abby absently patted the dog as she smiled at Cliff. “Sorry about that. He likes you too.” She laughed slightly, jumping slightly as a hand fell on her shoulder, it was just her dad but it still startled her that she didn’t even hear him come up behind her.
“Abby, let the boy in. It's not polite to leave him on the porch.” David had joined the trio and even now stood slightly behind Abby, his hazel eyes studying Cliff, from his clothes to his appearance. “I see you shaved.” He smiled slightly before turning back to enter the family room.
“Dad. Now that was not polite.” Abby scolded his retreating back before gesturing Cliff inside. “Sorry about that as well. You look good, but there is just one thing.” Once he got closer she reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, messing up his perfect style. “There, much better.” Her laugh was full of mischief, “I would just pull you in for a kiss but I think my guard dog would have an issue,” She glanced over at the family room where her dad was even then flicking the TV onto the news. It was clear that her guard wasn’t Sherlock but her father.
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His expression brightened significantly when it was Abby he saw first as soon as the door opened, though a sudden nosey dog ramming him where it didn't do to ram a fully grown man threw him off again. The impact was minimal, thankfully, and beyond a suppressed groan and a forced smile there was little damage done. "Hey, you," he said as he straightened himself out, "and hi to you, too, Sherlock." He waved at the pup before returning his smiling gaze and expression to Abby.
And then her dad, who joined them in brief. "And hello to you, Mr. Miller," he managed to say before the man retreated back into the house. As soon as he was gone he let out a breath he'd apparently been holding before his gaze returned to Abby, his Abby, standing there just as surprised as he was with the way her dad just popped in and out of their greeting. He stepped inside and, when she mussed up his hair, let his smile go lopsided as he ran a hand through it to straighten it out a little bit.
"Hey, took me a while to get it to look right," he protested, though her laugh made it extra forgivable. Adorable, really, even with the note of mischief he caught in it. The "guard dog" comment got a bit of a chuckle out of him, and despite the warning he leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "This should be safe," he whispered before pulling back and offering her the little bouquet he got for the occasion.
"Here, I got a spring bouquet according to the florist. Thought I ought to bring something, so…"
And then her dad, who joined them in brief. "And hello to you, Mr. Miller," he managed to say before the man retreated back into the house. As soon as he was gone he let out a breath he'd apparently been holding before his gaze returned to Abby, his Abby, standing there just as surprised as he was with the way her dad just popped in and out of their greeting. He stepped inside and, when she mussed up his hair, let his smile go lopsided as he ran a hand through it to straighten it out a little bit.
"Hey, took me a while to get it to look right," he protested, though her laugh made it extra forgivable. Adorable, really, even with the note of mischief he caught in it. The "guard dog" comment got a bit of a chuckle out of him, and despite the warning he leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "This should be safe," he whispered before pulling back and offering her the little bouquet he got for the occasion.
"Here, I got a spring bouquet according to the florist. Thought I ought to bring something, so…"
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She hummed, the feel of his smooth chin against her cheek different. Maybe him being clean shaven for a day wasn’t so bad. “It’s a shame it couldn't be a real kiss.” Abby smiled at him and pulled Sherlock away so he could come in fully, and she could close the front door. Her smile turned a bit sappy and sweet as she caught sight of the flowers. “Oh… they're so pretty.” She took the bouquet and immediately inhaled the fragrances of the colorful blooms. “Thank you Cliff. I love them.” Not caring about what her dad thought she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “Let me put these in water.”
Abby turned around, her dress flaring out slightly with the turn, and started towards the kitchen before stopping suddenly and facing Cliff again. “If you want you can go hang with dad until he is ready to fire up the grill, you can even help him. I just have a little bit left to do in the kitchen so if you guys want to start the grill I can be done by the time you are.” It would also give them a chance to talk which could be both a good thing and a bad thing but she figured that if Cliff could win her over he could do the same for her father. Besides, her dad already liked him before so it shouldn’t be too hard to get him to be accepting of their current relationship. It was with all these thoughts running through her mind that Abby buried her nose in the flowers again and headed into the kitchen to put them in water and finish up the meal.
Abby turned around, her dress flaring out slightly with the turn, and started towards the kitchen before stopping suddenly and facing Cliff again. “If you want you can go hang with dad until he is ready to fire up the grill, you can even help him. I just have a little bit left to do in the kitchen so if you guys want to start the grill I can be done by the time you are.” It would also give them a chance to talk which could be both a good thing and a bad thing but she figured that if Cliff could win her over he could do the same for her father. Besides, her dad already liked him before so it shouldn’t be too hard to get him to be accepting of their current relationship. It was with all these thoughts running through her mind that Abby buried her nose in the flowers again and headed into the kitchen to put them in water and finish up the meal.
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The kiss pulled a brighter smile out of him, but he fought the urge to extend it. No sense in pushing his luck, after all; maybe the fact that Abby initiated it would ease her old man just a bit. He gave a nod as she sauntered away to put the flowers in water, her suggestion to join her father met with a wince. "Sure," he did manage to say at least. "That won't be awkward…"
Cliff made his way through to the backyard without any issue; he'd been there often enough over the years that he knew the layout almost as well as his own home. Mr. Miller was there, as expected, fiddling with the grill as Abby said he would be. "Um," he started, just to make his presence known. "Thanks for having me for dinner again, Mr. Miller. The last time was...a while ago, if I remember right." He walked toward the older man, positioning himself beside him and the grill. "Abby says if we fire this up now she'll be ready by the time it is."
Cliff made his way through to the backyard without any issue; he'd been there often enough over the years that he knew the layout almost as well as his own home. Mr. Miller was there, as expected, fiddling with the grill as Abby said he would be. "Um," he started, just to make his presence known. "Thanks for having me for dinner again, Mr. Miller. The last time was...a while ago, if I remember right." He walked toward the older man, positioning himself beside him and the grill. "Abby says if we fire this up now she'll be ready by the time it is."
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As Abby puttered around in the kitchen David had started up the grill, his only indication of further greeting to Cliff was a raised brow. He was still pretty peeved over the whole dating thing but after a few days to think about it he had mellowed some, that didn’t mean he was going to make it easy for the boy. He made a noncommittal sound, kinda like a hum but not quite, as they waited for the grill to get to the right temperature. He wondered if Cliff would fill the silence with silly questions or just random words. David had learned that not actually saying anything could get better results sometimes, especially if the other party was particularly nervous or guilty. His plan of remaining silent was thwarted though when Abby came out with a pan of veggies to be grilled as well.
The look she gave him said it all. She knew him too well so once she went back inside David sighed, “So…. How's the whole dating thing going? You aren't allowed to touch her, you know.” It was said matter of factly as he put the steak down and started to add the veggies.
The look she gave him said it all. She knew him too well so once she went back inside David sighed, “So…. How's the whole dating thing going? You aren't allowed to touch her, you know.” It was said matter of factly as he put the steak down and started to add the veggies.
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Cliff, while severely uncomfortable with all the silence going on between himself and Abby's dad, was happy to keep the conversation to a minimum. Considering his nerves he had a feeling he might slip and say something completely inappropriate or perhaps just plain stupid, so quiet discomfort was...the lesser of two evils. It wasn't surprising that he found himself significantly relieved of that discomfort when Abby came about, though when she disappeared inside again he found he was once more at a loss, so he sat in silence and twiddled his thumbs. This was...just...awkward, and unfortunately her sudden appearance seemed to have jarred Mr. Miller out of his cone of silence, so when the question came he blinked a few times to let it register.
"Um…" he started, sounding a bit weaker than he meant to so he cleared his throat. "Fine. It's fine, it's...going. Well!" Right, awkward. "Ah, and I know, sir. I would never do anything to disrespect Abby, don't worry." Though...they had technically already gone there, but they'd gone at Abby's pace and were both consenting so there wasn't anything disrespectful about that, right?
Cliff cleared his throat again, suddenly wanting a glass of water as his mouth had gone dry in all of the twenty seconds that he spoke. "How goes the uh...teaching...thing?"
"Um…" he started, sounding a bit weaker than he meant to so he cleared his throat. "Fine. It's fine, it's...going. Well!" Right, awkward. "Ah, and I know, sir. I would never do anything to disrespect Abby, don't worry." Though...they had technically already gone there, but they'd gone at Abby's pace and were both consenting so there wasn't anything disrespectful about that, right?
Cliff cleared his throat again, suddenly wanting a glass of water as his mouth had gone dry in all of the twenty seconds that he spoke. "How goes the uh...teaching...thing?"
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David eyed Cliff, tempted to laugh at his very visible uncomfortableness but he didn't. “Good.” He checked the food, and with a mental nod he muttered, “a bit longer.”
With a sigh he looked at the boy, “class is going. How's soccer going? I bet it's not easy balancing dating, class, and sports. A word of advice, Abby would rather you focus on school than her.” David studied the backyard, remembering when they had first bought this house after returning to the city after that first visit back to England. Now they tried to go back a few times each year but they had settled here in the states. “It's counterintuitive but she is quite stubborn and rather focused.”
With a sigh he looked at the boy, “class is going. How's soccer going? I bet it's not easy balancing dating, class, and sports. A word of advice, Abby would rather you focus on school than her.” David studied the backyard, remembering when they had first bought this house after returning to the city after that first visit back to England. Now they tried to go back a few times each year but they had settled here in the states. “It's counterintuitive but she is quite stubborn and rather focused.”
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He nodded along, eyes occasionally falling to the food on the grill in hopes that it would get done quicker so he could go and get Abby already. Mr. Miller was in charge of it though, so Cliff found himself a bit stuck in that regard. He hoped soon, though, and turned his eyes back to Mr. Miller when soccer came up.
"Soccer's great, actually," he said with a bit more confidence. "It's challenging, and she's made that fairly clear, sir," he went on, reminded of the false start of their first night. "But we both kinda drew that line. School first, then soccer and dance respectively, then the relationship. It's pretty great since we both understand the commitment it takes to excel in what we do, and we're making it work." Granted, they'd only been officially dating for —how long was it now, anyway?—but it still mattered. Most of his exes dumped him because of the time commitment he made to soccer, so it never lasted any longer than a couple of weeks. Over a month—it had to be over a month by now, right?—was pretty good for him, considering.
"Soccer's great, actually," he said with a bit more confidence. "It's challenging, and she's made that fairly clear, sir," he went on, reminded of the false start of their first night. "But we both kinda drew that line. School first, then soccer and dance respectively, then the relationship. It's pretty great since we both understand the commitment it takes to excel in what we do, and we're making it work." Granted, they'd only been officially dating for —how long was it now, anyway?—but it still mattered. Most of his exes dumped him because of the time commitment he made to soccer, so it never lasted any longer than a couple of weeks. Over a month—it had to be over a month by now, right?—was pretty good for him, considering.
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“Good.” David really had no idea what to talk to Cliff about… and still keep his imposing father figure intact. Hell, even when he came over as a kid they didn’t really have a lot of indepth discussions, not that he really remembered at least. Oh Thank God! was all he could think when he checked and everything was done. The steak might have been a little bit under cooked then normal but it should still be fine. Anything had to be better than this awkward conversation they were trying to have. Why couldn’t he just scare the boy off and be done with it? The adult transferred everything over to their respective platters and passed one of them off to Cliff. “Take that inside please.”
He couldn’t just get rid of the boy because his daughter liked him…. Damn it. David mentally grumbled as he shut off the grill and followed Cliff inside to find the table set with all the other sides from rolls to salad greens. With the meat and the vegetables there would be plenty of leftovers. Abby was setting the last bowl, mashed potatoes, with the others as he came in. “It looks fantastic, baby girl. I’ll let this rest a bit before cutting it.” He indicated his tray of meat, “You two sit, I’ll be right back.”
Abby glanced over at Cliff, he looked ok… “He didn’t chew you out again did he? Because if he did I’ll totally send him to his room without dinner.” She wouldn’t really but she would have another talk with her dad about his overprotective tendencies. Again.
He couldn’t just get rid of the boy because his daughter liked him…. Damn it. David mentally grumbled as he shut off the grill and followed Cliff inside to find the table set with all the other sides from rolls to salad greens. With the meat and the vegetables there would be plenty of leftovers. Abby was setting the last bowl, mashed potatoes, with the others as he came in. “It looks fantastic, baby girl. I’ll let this rest a bit before cutting it.” He indicated his tray of meat, “You two sit, I’ll be right back.”
Abby glanced over at Cliff, he looked ok… “He didn’t chew you out again did he? Because if he did I’ll totally send him to his room without dinner.” She wouldn’t really but she would have another talk with her dad about his overprotective tendencies. Again.
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He felt relief crash over him like a wave when he watched Mr. Miller begin to plate the food. He took what was offered to him and nodded at the instruction, all too anxious to get inside where he knew Abby's comforting presence was. The sight of the table began to cheer him up already, and all the more when his eyes landed on Abby once he set the plates of steak down and he gravitated toward her. That is, until her dad came in and his voice practically made Cliff freeze right where he stood.
"It does look great," he said, smiling weakly at his girlfriend. When Mr. Miller excused himself he let out the breath he'd been holding and flopped into his seat when Abby's question came.
"Uhh…" he said, a weak groan escaping him. "Not really, just...I could practically cut the awkwardness in the air with this steak knife." Which was true; the tension was really, incredibly real and he wasn't sure what he could possibly do to get rid of it. And frankly, even if he found a solution for that night, what about for when Mr. Miller finally found out they'd already slept together? Would there be a way to salvage every conversation after that bomb was dropped? Cliff reached out and took Abby's hand, planting a kiss against the back of it before twining their fingers.
"I'll survive, but please don't leave me alone again with him unless you absolutely, positively have to. Please?"
"It does look great," he said, smiling weakly at his girlfriend. When Mr. Miller excused himself he let out the breath he'd been holding and flopped into his seat when Abby's question came.
"Uhh…" he said, a weak groan escaping him. "Not really, just...I could practically cut the awkwardness in the air with this steak knife." Which was true; the tension was really, incredibly real and he wasn't sure what he could possibly do to get rid of it. And frankly, even if he found a solution for that night, what about for when Mr. Miller finally found out they'd already slept together? Would there be a way to salvage every conversation after that bomb was dropped? Cliff reached out and took Abby's hand, planting a kiss against the back of it before twining their fingers.
"I'll survive, but please don't leave me alone again with him unless you absolutely, positively have to. Please?"
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Abby snickered. She figured something like that would happen but it still amused her when Cliff mentioned the steak knife. “I'm not sure… the knives might not be sharp enough to cut that much tension.” Her amusement faded as Cliff took her hand and laced their fingers together after kissing it. It was a sweet move and it seemed to carry a bit more worry behind it than just a typical dinner with the parents. She studied his face and realized that maybe she would need to have another talk with her father. It appeared that it would take more than just a stern talking to to make her dad grow up and behave like an adult rather than a sulking child. “I won’t, promise.” She smiled down at him softly before taking the seat next to him, never letting go of his hand as she did so.
What neither of them realized is that David had come back in right at the kissing of the hand, he had remained silent and just observed them. He felt a twinge of guilt, jealousy, and a mix of more emotions than he wanted to name. His little girl wasn’t completely his anymore, not if what he saw was any indication… and that hurt to know. With a mental sigh the older male cleared his throat and strode into the room, pretending like he didn’t see the intertwined fingers or the way they were sitting next to each other or anything like that. “Alright. Let's chow down guys.” He put his tray down and after a really quick blessing, more of a thanks for the food than anything else, the food was distributed.
The food was good and, other than some awkward moments, the conversation flowed relatively well. It seemed like David had at least accepted the inevitable and was trying to make things easier on the couple. Topics centered mostly on sports, books, and classes much to Abby’s relief. Before she even realized it the meal was over, dessert had been served, and night had fallen. It was time to call it a night and with a warning glance at her dad, Abby walked Cliff to the door. Since it was a Sunday she would be spending the night here and return to campus when her dad went in for his classes in the early morning. At the door she smiled at Cliff, “see that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
What neither of them realized is that David had come back in right at the kissing of the hand, he had remained silent and just observed them. He felt a twinge of guilt, jealousy, and a mix of more emotions than he wanted to name. His little girl wasn’t completely his anymore, not if what he saw was any indication… and that hurt to know. With a mental sigh the older male cleared his throat and strode into the room, pretending like he didn’t see the intertwined fingers or the way they were sitting next to each other or anything like that. “Alright. Let's chow down guys.” He put his tray down and after a really quick blessing, more of a thanks for the food than anything else, the food was distributed.
The food was good and, other than some awkward moments, the conversation flowed relatively well. It seemed like David had at least accepted the inevitable and was trying to make things easier on the couple. Topics centered mostly on sports, books, and classes much to Abby’s relief. Before she even realized it the meal was over, dessert had been served, and night had fallen. It was time to call it a night and with a warning glance at her dad, Abby walked Cliff to the door. Since it was a Sunday she would be spending the night here and return to campus when her dad went in for his classes in the early morning. At the door she smiled at Cliff, “see that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
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No, dinner wasn't all that bad at all. In fact, at one point he actually thought it was rather pleasant, in that ideal sort of way. Her dad wasn't glaring him down or asking weird questions and conversation was completely normal (save for a hiccup now and again); if anything, it felt like their dinners from back when he was a kid and he and Abby were no more than friends. By the time it was over he bid Mr. Miller a good night and, on Abby's cue, walked with her to the front door. He knew that she would be staying for the night--she always did when it was the weekend--so along the way he slipped his hand into hers and, as they came to the door, he lifted it to his lips to plant another soft kiss.
"It really wasn't," he said with a small smile as their eyes met. There was a sense of comfort and familiarity in them now, an affection that hadn't been there before they went over the ‘more than friends’ line, and he was glad for it. Gently, Cliff tugged her toward him so he could wrap his arms around her waist, smile softening as she got closer. "I'd say this particular battle was a success on all sides. We just gotta keep winning him over, huh?"
"It really wasn't," he said with a small smile as their eyes met. There was a sense of comfort and familiarity in them now, an affection that hadn't been there before they went over the ‘more than friends’ line, and he was glad for it. Gently, Cliff tugged her toward him so he could wrap his arms around her waist, smile softening as she got closer. "I'd say this particular battle was a success on all sides. We just gotta keep winning him over, huh?"
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Abby let him tug her closer with a smile and a chuckle. “Yeah I guess we will.” It was a shame that she was staying here tonight but it was a long standing tradition that her weekends were spent at home unless there was a better reason, like finals. And no matter how much she liked Cliff… he wasn’t a ‘better reason’, besides she didn’t want to put any more strain on her father’s relationship with Cliff then there already was. She leaned in for a kiss but jumped slightly as a door from the back of the house thumped closed, “Give me a text when you get back home.” She said it quietly followed up with a quick kiss. They both knew the dangers the darkness could hide and it didn’t matter that she knew he could take care of himself, Abby still wanted to make sure he was safe after leaving.
The sound of the sink running and dishes clinking meant that her dad was working on the dishes. With one last final kiss she pulled away. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I better go help him before he messes up my kitchen.” Abby smiled slightly, it was more like she wanted to get any discussion that David wanted to air over with. The sooner he could get over their dating the better.
The sound of the sink running and dishes clinking meant that her dad was working on the dishes. With one last final kiss she pulled away. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I better go help him before he messes up my kitchen.” Abby smiled slightly, it was more like she wanted to get any discussion that David wanted to air over with. The sooner he could get over their dating the better.
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"Will do," he said after the first kiss, knowing full well that there was little more affection they could show each other than brief kisses like that one, and the one that followed before she pulled away (and he let her).
Cliff turned and opened the door and took a step outside, a little sad that he was leaving alone. They couldn't put any strain on his relationship with her father, though, so it was understandable. He turned and leaned forward for one last kiss, though it was on the cheek this time, and he chuckled. "Go save your kitchen, then. I'll see you tomorrow," With that, he turned and walked to the car, then drove home. As promised, he texted her as soon as he got home, then got himself to bed very soon after. Even though it was just dinner, it was...exhausting. And he passed out nearly as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Cliff turned and opened the door and took a step outside, a little sad that he was leaving alone. They couldn't put any strain on his relationship with her father, though, so it was understandable. He turned and leaned forward for one last kiss, though it was on the cheek this time, and he chuckled. "Go save your kitchen, then. I'll see you tomorrow," With that, he turned and walked to the car, then drove home. As promised, he texted her as soon as he got home, then got himself to bed very soon after. Even though it was just dinner, it was...exhausting. And he passed out nearly as soon as his head hit the pillow.
