They had settled into a routine, her and Abraham. It was a steady routine, they followed their routine religiously – it felt like the type of routine an old married couple would have. Every night the Horseman would go out to try and best Lieutenant Mills and Ichabod. And every morning he would return empty handed and rattled with frustration. He complained that the Sandman failed to stop them. Then there was the Order of the Blood Moon witch, Serilda of Abaddon, who died in a pathetic attempt to kill the Two Witnesses. Together Abbie and Ichabod seemed indestructible which Laney took solace in.

Everyday Abraham became more upset at the failure that was mounting against him. The stress was starting to wear on him, and Laney could sense it. Even an immortal man was not free of anxiety, and it was Moloch that was expecting Abraham to succeed.

While Abraham was out, every night in Laney's dreams Katrina would come visit her for information. Reluctantly, Laney would give her little pieces of intel that she needed. Katrina had no idea that Andy Brooks was working for Moloch, and that the Horseman was somehow using him. Katrina in return would then teach her the basics of magic, and tell Laney anything she wanted to know about her relationship with Abraham.

Laney tried her best not to be nosy, but she wanted to be as convincing as possible, and Katrina understood that. She told her every detail, about how he was a good man, but his pride, anger and materialism had soured her liking of him. There were stories of things the two of them did together, but every time Katrina spoke of their relationship, Laney felt a small pang of jealousy. Katrina had two men that were competing for her love, it made Laney seem so dull in comparison.

After her time with Katrina, most mornings Laney would awake and go downstairs and make breakfast for herself. The Horseman never needed to eat; the immortal were too posh for the luxury of eating apparently. Even though Abrahm never desired to eat, he would still sit with her and talk to her while she prepared food and ate.

The Horseman was a curious fellow – he asked her questions about her life prior to meeting him. Like about her job and the friends she made while she was out of purgatory. She told him everything he wanted to know and a little more, such as her time in college. What she hated was when he talked about the past and was forced to act like she remembered what he was talking about.

Directly after her meal, Laney would take a quick shower to keep herself groomed and pristine. Not that being clean mattered much, but it was a good way for Laney to be alone with her own thoughts. And she was away from Abraham's prying eyes and his constant inquisition.

A shower was always refreshing, but the best part of her day was curling up with a book in the one upholstered armchair that was present in the living area. It was perfect, the way the sun would cast rays onto her books and the heat from the sun would warm her bones. By far it was her favorite spot in the rotting place she was forced to call a temporary home.

Abraham always joined her, he would sit in the shady part of the living area and either read with her or he would just sit in a chair and observe her with a fond gaze. It had been uncomfortable at first, but Laney adjusted. Over time she started to enjoy his endearing gaze, and she would shoot small glances back at him between pages.

Often times she would read Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, and Persuasion over and over again. Laney never tired of those true, old-fashioned romance stories. Jane Austen wrote things so elegantly and Laney had even convinced Abraham to read Pride and Prejudice, for he longed for a book that he could relate to. Laney noted how his face was always so engaged when he was reading that book.

One afternoon, when he finished reading the book, Abraham made quite the note. "It was a good book. It's odd how Mr. Darcy allowed his pride and standings to jeopardize his chance with Miss Bennett."

"Does the tale not seem oddly... relatable," Laney tried to repress a smile. She could see the gears turning in Abraham's head as he combed through all the events of the book. Mr. Darcy had been a grossly rich man who was so proud of his station that he rubbed the decently wealthy Elizabeth Bennet the wrong way.

In the beginning he desired to get to know her better, but she resisted his efforts. He then proposed to her in an ill manner, in which she refused his proposal with boldness. The rest of the book consisted of Mr. Darcy working hard on a road of redemption to win Miss Bennet's favor again, until she saw him as the redeemable, fine man she had set to ideally marry. Abraham must have understood her connection because he stood up with his eyes alight.

"You little minx. Did you have me read this book to imply I'm like Mr. Darcy? That I'm some rich, prideful ass?" He asked, his voice was aggressive.

Laney hadn't expected him to get so upset. "I didn't mean that, I think you've turned into a good man. You've been kind to me," she said with haste.

The Horseman relaxed a little, before he spoke again. "I know we had an arranged engagement, but I always wanted you to feel special. You meant the world to me and I thought I was doing you a service by making it plain. By buying you jewelry and gifts, but I see now that you weren't satisfied by that. So now I intend to devote every free minute of my time to you."

It was interesting how Abraham was trying so hard to make amends with the wrong person. Laney knew Katrina would not be swayed by Abraham's confessions, but Laney's heart began to pound in her chest at his honest declaration. Personally, she'd never been a person who handled heart-gushing sentimentality, but Abraham was old fashion, which meant he was adept at expressing his feelings. Physical contact had been forbidden in his era – a couple's time together was either in an open social setting or chaperoned.

Laney was starting to think she had been trapped in this house too long. She was beginning to enjoy Abraham's companionship – something she never would have believed. But the routine and peace was lovely and the Horseman was trying his best to make her life comfortable. It was endearing, to say the least.

The Horseman cut through her thoughts. "Katrina," he was looking at her inquisitively. "Did you hear what I said?"

Her gaze shot over to him. "Yes, I heard. I'm happy you've discovered what kind of person I am, but I hope it's not come too late. I should be loyal to Ichabod." Laney knew her task was to get Abraham to trust her, to make it seem like Katrina was willing to give up Ichabod to be with the Horseman. But she didn't sound even the slightest interested in Ichabod – the man she was supposed to be married to. To be honest, she'd gotten to know a lot more about Abraham in the last few weeks because they had spent an exorbitant amount of time together. He'd been very kind to her, since they had visited her house things had changed between them.

His irritation with her was extremely minimal – instead he was surprisingly gentle with her. They would sit and read together and Abraham would find any reason to be in the same vicinity as her, like he craved her presence. Laney also sensed an increase in trust since Andy Brooks had visited them.

Abraham had picked up on her uncertainty and to her dismay his eyes lit up. "That didn't sound like a person smitten with their husband."

"I am in love with my husband," she said but it sounded very weak. Abraham's eyes were glimmering with hope.

Nervously, she watched as the Horseman stood from his chair and with a nonchalant gait made his way over to her. Abraham reached Laney – with a minute amount of effort the Horseman pulled her out of the armchair where she was sitting. Quickly, she flew up and landed straight into Abraham's arms. She bounced off his chest – never before had Laney felt a chest as solid as Abraham's. His shoulders were broad, and she knew he had a wide chest, but she hadn't expected him to be so buff.

Laney felt her eyes go wide as she was forced to look up into the Horseman's gray irises. Their faces were only a few inches apart, and his sharp cheekbones glowed like ivory in the dim sunlight. His blond hair was dull in it's usual colonial style which looked like a wig.

There was pure strength and determination in the Horseman's voice as he spoke. "You've spent so much time denying the truth. I know you have ardent feelings for me. Ever since we visited your home that night, the way you grasped my hand, I saw your fear and I knew what you desired. You want a man as strong as you, a man that will overcome any challenge with you, a man that will never be distracted by another woman. I am that man, Katrina. Ichabod runs around with that Agent Mills not even curious about the whereabouts of his wife. I've dedicated two hundreds of servitude to Moloch for your freedom, you can't say I haven't been devoted to you."

Laney wasn't far from trembling as Abraham's hand reached her cheek. Gently his thumb ran along her cheekbone, but his fingers were like a block of ice rushing across her skin.

That's when she felt his hand slide behind her head to tangle itself in her hair, and his lips descended upon hers. Laney jumped out of her skin nearly – she hadn't been expecting him to kiss her. Abraham seemed like a man who wouldn't transgress out of what his time and society said was socially acceptable – and kissing was not accepted back then.

Her heart was pounding so loud in her chest she could hardly think. In all honesty, she wasn't certain what to do in this situation. The scenario of pushing him away and acting outraged played in her mind, but that didn't fit into her plan of trying to make the Horseman approve of her. There was no way of ending their kiss quickly that would cause Abraham to be happy; the only option that seemed viable was to kiss him back. So Laney did just that – she flowed with the moment.

In her life Laney had kissed a decent number of men, but it had been a long time since she'd shared a kiss with an inexperienced man. His lips were almost crushing hers with want – she could understand since he might have waited two hundred years for this moment. But his tongue was trying to barge right between her pursed lips to get access to her mouth.

Cautiously, Laney tilted her head to the side allowing Abraham more access to her mouth. In a split second his tongue wildly infiltrated her mouth. It was as if he was a child on Christmas morning – alive and exuberant. Abraham was exploring every detail of her mouth with such excitement and enthusiasm. She couldn't even comprehend what was happening. She'd never been kissed with this level of passion before in her life. Abraham was like wildfire, burning her lips with his fiery desire and his lasciviousness was spreading.

That's when Laney took control of the situation, so she could ease the pace. She grasped hold of Abraham's red coat to pull him closer. Only for a second did she part her lips, which allowed for her tongue to violently push her way into his mouth. Once Laney tongue slipped into his mouth she became gentle, as her tongue slide against the front of his perfect teeth and grazed his top lip.

She felt the Horseman's hands trail out of her hair and down her body and they rested against her hips. It was surprising for such a commanding man like Abraham but he was allowing her to take control of their kiss. Laney ran her tongue against his lower lip, and that's when she felt the Horseman let an involuntary shiver slip. A throaty growl rushed through her body which only caused Laney to kiss Abraham a little hard. His hands tighten against her hips and he pulled her closer. Their bodies were pressed too tightly together; she could feel his square, muscular hips pressed against hers.

Part of Laney was being so maniacal, she almost wished they were closer so she could feel Abraham's deathly cold skin against her own. It was terrible and cynical, but she couldn't change how she felt. Without warning, Abraham broke their kiss – his nose brushed against her cheek as Laney pulled away from the Horseman slightly. She was breathless and her heart was pounding out of her chest.

The Horseman instead started to leave a trail of breath-stealing kisses from her cheek to her neck. His icy breath was like a winter wind on her skin, which sent chills barreling down her spine.

A soft groan of pleasure escaped her lips as Abraham's cold tongue teased her throat. She felt him drag it along the length of her neck until he reached her ear. The Horseman left soft kisses around her ear and slowly every once and while his tongue would flick along her ear.

It had been a very long before since a man had brought out such natural, primal pleasure in her. It felt so wrong that the Horseman was thinking he was rekindling the romance his ex-fiancé. She wanted Abraham to continue but slowly the guilt was starting to eat away at her. Finally Laney pushed him away just enough for him to stop.

His arms were still locked around her waist but Abraham was looking directly into her eyes as if he was scaring her very soul with his gaze.

"I've waited a long time for this," he murmured. Laney could feel his breath tickling her cheek as he spoke. "Nothing has ever felt so perfect, Katrina."

Laney shook her head even though she wanted to agree with the Horseman. She wanted nothing more than she say that her feelings for him were starting to resurface even though she had tried her damnedest to deny them. He cared about her, did everything he was supposed to make sure she was comfortable, happy even. But he was doing it for the sake of another woman, because he thought she was someone else.

"I need.. I need to go to my room," and just like that Laney pulled herself away from him and escaped.

[A/N]: Hey guys, I'm sorry that it took so long to update, but I wanted to make the chapter as good as I possibly could. I have decided to continue this story, and I hope everyone on board will give me feedback so I can get an idea of who is still interested in the story. I hope that the wait was worth it. What did you guys think of the Sleepy Hollow season 3 finale? Sad, good, horrific?

If you could give me some feedback on what you thought of this chapter, that would be so helpful, truly. I hope I didn't really jump the gun with Laney and Abraham. Thank you for taking the time to read, and supporting the story through all the ups and downs. You guys are the best followers an author could ask for! :)