Note- Please read chapter three first- the end at least b/c I rewrote it. It explains the conversation about the slap in this chapter. Thanks. Lol Enjoy.

Abbie Mills leaned forward to look over Luke's shoulder to watch the playback on the T.V. monitor. Ichabod was

supposed to join them but it seemed he was presently detained. Abbie lifted her eyes to see Ichabod talking with Katrina

in the middle of the soundstage. They were laughing her small white hand on Ichabod's bicep her other hand flipped her

long red hair off her pale white shoulder. Her green eyes focused only on him. Abbie's brow furrowed and her full lips

twisted into a frown as she watched them.

Abbie could still taste Ichabod's kiss. The screen kiss she corrected. It was only a screen kiss. It didn't mean anything to

Ichabod and it shouldn't mean anything to her. Abbie wondered if he enjoyed the kiss as much as she did and how hot

and soft his lips felt.

How wonderful he smells. She can still smell the fresh, clean smell of his cologne when he bend his head forward to kiss her.

She still felt the softness of his beard rub against her skin. Abbie then let her mind wonder even more to imagine

Ichabod placing soft, wet kisses all down her body. She let a small sigh escape from her lips. Stop daydreaming, Abbie.

She shook her head and chastised herself. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides. God! I need junkfood. Abbie's

thoughts then turned to the mini chocolate pretzels and Coke a' Cola that were available at the Craft's table.

"The scene looks great, Abbie," Luke said."you and Ichabod look perfect together. The kiss looked real too."

Abbie blinked. Luke's deep voice crashed into her thoughts. Abbie shook her head bringing herself back into the present.

"Ah, thanks," Abbie answered her voice shaky. Abbie licked her lips slowly. Abbie hoped Luke didn't hear the tremor in

her voice when she answered. She lowered her eyes to the monitor's screen to watch herself slap Ichabod, once again.

She winced.

"Do you think I might have slapped Ichabod too hard?" Abbie asked. Her voice small. She wrung her hands in front of

her suddenly nervous of Luke's answer.

"Hmm?" Luke answered. His brown eyes focused on the scene on the monitor.

Abbie sucked in a breath and let it out slowly.

"Do you think I might have hit Ichabod too hard?" Abbie repeated.

Luke shifted his eyes to look at her and cocked an eyebrow as he sat back in his chair. He crossed his arms across his

chest.

"No, I think the slap was just fine, Abbie," Luke answered."it was real. I especially liked your reaction when he went off

script and called you, treasure."

Abbie's brow furrowed at Luke's intended whisper for a moment and then her face brightened.

"I just went with it," Abbie laughed."I tried not to flub the scene or try to laugh."

"I loved it," Luke answered.

Luke lifted his eyes up from the monitor and focused on Abbie. Abbie's jaw clenched. Her full lips spread into a wide

smile.

Abbie looked back down at the monitor again to avoid Luke's stare. Abbie will never admit it to herself or anyone that

she wished the kiss and the endearment was real instead of only movie fantasy. She should just be a professional about

it and get over it.

"Good afternoon mates, how does the scene look?" Ichabod said.

Luke and Abbie looked up and both smiled at Ichabod.

"It looks great,"Luke greeted."Come look."

Abbie raised her eyes and met Ichabod's. She smiled and tucked a dark brown curl behind her ear as he sidled up next to

her.

Abbie's body stiffened and she sucked in a breath once she caught the clean fresh smell of him. Abbie's heart sped up

when Ichabod's shoulder softly brushed against her as he leaned forward to look at the monitor. Her hands started to

shake. Relax. Abbie.

"It looks good Luke," Ichabod said."what do you think, treasure?"

Abbie raised her eyes to meet Ichabod's. She let out a loud boisterous laugh.

"Yes. I think it's great as well," Abbie giggled. "that was a great line, by the way."

"Thank you, madam," Ichabod whispered. He nodded at her.

Abbie slowly released a breath as she stared into Ichabod Crane's blue eyes. They were a deeper shade of blue in the

darkness outside the stage's bright lights. Abbie's eyes lowered to stare at Ichabod's lips. His lips looked a deep red. The

tip of his tongue

peeked out and bathed his full bottom lip. Abbie raised her eyes to meet his steady gaze and frowned remembering the

hard slap.

"How does your face feel? Did I hit you too hard?" Abbie reached out her hand and lightly brushed her fingers along

Ichabod's cheek. The bright red mark hand print had faded from his cheek, returning to its natural pale color.

"Yes. It still stings," Ichabod whined. "you really hit me hard, Abbie." He grimaced in pain.

Abbie gasped and snatched her hand away.

"It still hurts? I am so sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to hit you so hard. I-"

Ichabod's tense expression relaxes and he burst out laughing.

"Abbie!" Ichabod shouted. "I'm joking."

"Oh no,"Abbie exclaimed."I really thought I'd hurt you."

Abbie then stuck her two long fingers and pretended to strike up at Ichabod's eyes like a cobra. Ichabod snapped his

head back. He laughed out loud as he quickly snatched her fingers out from the air with his hand and held them. Abbie

giggled. They stared into each other eyes as a shudder went through her. She was very aware of the heat and softness of

his large tightly hand wrapped around her fingers.

"I instructed Abbie to really give you a hard wallop,"Luke teased. "and she didn't refuse. I guess she doesn't like you,

Ichabod as much as you thought."

"I guess so," Ichabod whispered. A small smirk played around Ichabod's full lips. He lowered his eyes to their clasped

hands and quickly released her. His smile disappeared. Abbie coughed into her fist and then swallowed hard.

She smiled up at Luke and Ichabod.

"Oh, you guys suck," Abbie teased. She pretended to be annoyed at both men and smiled. Ichabod chuckled and shook

his head. Luke lifted a dark eyebrow and cocked his head. He flicked an amused look between Ichabod and Abbie. A

huge Cheshire smile on his lips; satisfied.

"Well, gentlemen. If there is nothing else,"Abbie announced."I am late for the wardrobe Department. I have to return

these clothes and stay for a fitting."

Luke and Ichabod turned their eyes to look at Abbie. She smiled at the two men.

"There is nothing else," Luke answered."I have Ichabod's scenes to shoot next. You can go to lunch if you want."

"Well, I better get myself to the wardrobe Dept." Abbie answered."Bye, Y'all."

Abbie waved at both men and walked away. She let out the breath she wasn't aware she was holding. He held her hand!

Well.

Really, her two fingers.. Abbie can still feel his large hand tightly squeezing her two fingers. They were soft and warm.

Her mind went over their kiss scene again as she walked. Ichabod's arms were so strong and gentle at the same time.

His athletic lean frame held her close against his broad chest when he kissed her. She imagined the scene continuing

with her pulling herself up from his chest and unbuttoning his dress shirt he wore in the scene. Her small hands ran

down his reddish brown chest hair. She could almost feel its full softness under her fingers as she stroked him as well as

his moan. Then her hand traveled further down to his lean torso and further down his muscular long legs. Abbie then

leans forward and softly peck at his full red lips and kiss down his chest eliciting a soft groan from Ichabod. Abbie let out

a small gasp feeling a flash of heat come over her whole body.

Abbie walked faster to the craft's table and some junk food. Maybe for some ice water to drink too cool her off. She

needed it.

A few minutes later, Abbie turned away from the studio's long crafts table munching from an opened bag of miniature

chocolate pretzels.

"Mmmmm," Abbie moaned. She closed her eyes as she crunched, letting the dark chocolate melt

together with the salt of the pretzels as she munched. Abbie loved the contrast taste together. It always made her feel

better when she felt stressed out.

"Forgot my soda."Abbie mumbled. She turned around to face the table to snatch the cold Coke cola can off the table.

Abbie then turned back around nearly bumping her elbow into the tall figure of Ichabod.

"Abbie! I thought you were at wardrobe?"Ichabod said.

Her eyes widened and then she closed her eyes. Shit! Shit! Shit!

"Abbie?" Ichabod chuckled, his voice soft.

Abbie opened her eyes. Ichabod Crane stood in front of her with a friendly wide smile on his lips. Katrina lips also

widened in a smile. Abbie saw Katrina's arm slowly thread around Ichabod's arm and gave a sudden jerk to keep him

close against her side.

Abbie moaned as she chewed noisily on the pieces of pretzels left in her mouth and swallowed. "

"I I I was just picking up a snack," Abbie stuttered. She cleared her throat and giggled nervously. Abbie lifted

her hands to show her small bag of chocolate pretzels and the cola can. Abbie's eyes met Ichabod's soft blue eyes his full

lips twisted to the side of his mouth.

"I thought one of your New Year resolutions was to eat healthy this year, Abbie?" Katrina said accusingly.

Abbie muttered a curse under her breath.

Katrina leaned forward.

"Abbie is such a junk food junkie," Katrina whispered in Ichabod's ear.

Abbie heard the loud whisper and pursed her lips. She narrowed her eyes at Katrina as she laughed and slapped her

small white hand upon Ichabod's chest. Ichabod turned his face away from Katrina and shook his head. He seemed to

mentally shake whatever thoughts he had from his mind. Abbie shrugged her shoulders.

"Only until the end of January," Abbie quipped."Then i'm back to eating junk food."

Abbie heard a small quiet chuckle come from Ichabod. She shifted her eyes to look at him.

Ichabod straightened up and turned his eyes to her. His eyes shined bright in the back stage light with either laughter or

mockery. Abbie couldn't tell. She nervously licked just outside the corner of her mouth and tasted chocolate. Oh, God

she had chocolate around her mouth. She noticed Ichabod's eyes lower and catch her licking her lips. Abbie saw a

muscle in his jaw move and a smirk or was it a grimace come to his lips.

Great! Ichabod saw the chocolate stain and saw me lick it off. She should have excused herself and used a napkin. Very

classy.

Abbie nodded to Katrina and Ichabod. She had to get out of here.

"I..I..i bbetter go. I'm late for wardrobe," Abbie stammered."Jenny will be mad."

"Well, that's too bad, Ichabod and I saw you and wanted to ask if you wanted to join us for lunch at the studio's

commissary,"Katrina answered. "Isn't that right, Ichabod?"

Katrina raised her emerald eyes to look up at Ichabod. Her voice soft and sweet like honey. Ichabod nodded and turned

his eyes to look at Abbie. He nodded again at her.

"Yes. I suggested to Katrina if you may like to join us for luncheon before Lucas calls me to do my scenes,"Ichabod

answered."you can invite Jennifer if you like. Lucas is going to join us later once he is free."

Abbie's eyes rested on Ichabod. His voice sounded measured as his blue eyes met hers again.

"NNNo, I have to go to wardrobe," Abbie answered. "Before Jenny sends out a search party for me."

Katrina and Ichabod chuckled at Abbie's joke.

"It's no use, Ichabod,"Katrina replied."we are left to go to luncheon, alone. Abbie is too busy to join us."

He nodded and a strand of his reddish brown hair fell in front his eye.

"Right, then i shall see you later, Abigail," Ichabod answered. "We should go before the commissary becomes too

crowded then, Katrina."

He tossed his head and turned to look at Katrina. Katrina nodded her head in agreement and turned to smile at Abbie.

Her smile beautiful and triumphant as she steered Ichabod away from her.

"Have a good lunch,"Abbie shouted."see you later."

Abbie lifted her hand and waved the bag of pretzels at them as they walked away from the craft's table. Ichabod turned

to look over his shoulder and nodded. Abbie tossed the last two chocolate mini pretzels into her mouth as she watched

them walk away and took a sip of her Coke. She crushed the now empty bag in her hand. Abbie spit out a offensive oaf at

Katrina's remark and also at herself. Nice job Abbie. Ichabod Crane, the man you have had deep serious feelings for

caught you stuffing your face with groaned.

Yes. She has deep feelings for Ichabod Crane. Abbie read everything about Icahabod Crane in celebrity magazines and

binged watched every film he's made. She was a real fan. Abbie knew it was only a childish, silly crush and very one-

sided. Ichabod Crane didn't even know she was even alive until this movie and only saw her as a good friend that is

funny and made him laugh. Her mind went back to earlier when she pretended to poke him in the eyes; three stooges

style. She grimaced.

"He did laugh when I pretended to poke at him," Abbie whispered. She only hoped she made him really laugh and not

just laugh politely. Not thinking it was funny after all. She huffed out a breath and rolled her eyes at herself.

They were just so very different in many ways; in height, in personalities, in nationality and in diet. Abbie read in one of

the celebrity magazines about Ichabod Crane's diet and health. He was on a strict healthy and sugar free diet. He is a

vegetarian and drinks only tea with no caffeine. He never eats junkfood. Always exercises. Ichabod had a membership to

a very exclusive gym in Hollywood and it certainly shows. Ichabod Crane is 6'1 and looks like he's stepped out of a

romance novel. She' is 5' has a membership to a gym she never goes to but she jogs every morning to keep her tone

muscular body and curves in shape. Let's be real, Abbie. It's every other morning but that's still not so bad. She'll be

damned, anyway, if she's going to give up caffeine and junk food for a man, even if he is gorgeous. So what if he doesn't

like her because she eats junk food! That's his problem. Not hers!

And yet. What if Ichabod Crane loves and worships her because she is different than the other women he's met? What if

he thinks it's very sexy to eat junk food as long as she was happy. He spells out "I love you, Abbie" with strawberry

licorice twizzlers or chocolate chips secretly inside his trailer. He dreams of feeding her Junk food for the rest of our

lives together. And he throws himself off a tall snowy mountain when he hears she is no longer happy because she's

given up junk food. He loves her that much.

The thought burst and Abbie released a sigh.

"Unbloody likely, Abbie," Abbie laughed. "Sci-Fi Fantasy." She continued her walk toward the wardrobe Dept.

Five minutes later Abbie is standing on a high pedestal flanked by four tall, long mirrors. She is

dressed in a long silk vanilla chiffon dress. Her arms are both stretched out on either side of her as Jenny

Hamilton sets a scarlet velvet ribbon around Abbie's slim waist and ties it in the back.

"There!" Jenny exclaimed."you can put your arms down now, Abbie."

Abbie lowered her arms and a slender dark skinned young woman came out from behind Abbie . Jenny

Hamilton stood in front of her. Her long dark curls spilled over her shoulders down to her short sleeved low collar black

blouse. Jenny wiped her hands down her black tight leggings and clapped her hands.

"You look great!" Jenny squeaked. "Like a princess."

"Oh yeah?" Abbie nodded her head and smiled. Abbie turned around to face the four mirrors. She gasped in surprise.

She did look like a princess. The silk vanilla chiffon settled all along her body and curves nicely. The red silk ribbon tied

to her slim waist lent a pop of color. The neckline is low but modest reaching just to the top of her ample chest. Her

natural dark curls swept up and fastened away from herneck and shoulders in an updo. Her makeup is natural not

Hollywood glitz. Her soft tones highlighted the glow of her soft brown skin and her full lips enhancing her dark eyes,

and pouty red lips.

"Your Ichabod will not be able to keep his eyes off you when he sees you, Abbie," Jenny gushed.

"He's not "MY" Ichabod, Jenny," Abbie scoffed. She turned her body around to face Jenny.

"Not yet, anyway,"Jenny mumbled. The chocolate chip cookie that was clamped between Jenny's red lips waved

tantalizingly at Abbie. Abbie shifted her eyes to the small table in between two straight chairs where a white porcelain

plate of double chocolate chips cookie lie taunting her. She closed her eyes and groaned. Damn it! She regretted

finishing the chocolate pretzels and Coke.

Now she wanted the cookies? Did she have no willpower? Then she opened her eyes and glared down to answer Jenny.

"I don't think ever, Jenny," Abbie scoffed."not after what just happened, anyway."

Jenny raised her dark brown eyes to look up at Abbie Mills. Long thin lines appeared on her large forehead and her

eyebrows lowered in a frown.

"What happened?" Jenny crunched down on the cookie and chewed.

Abbie stared into her friend's eyes and then let out the deep breath she was holding.

"I..i he saw me stress eating on a bag of mini chocolate pretzels and drinking a can of Coke," Abbie

confessed.

Abbie lifted her small hand and wiped the growing pattern of sweat that formed on her forehead. The large air

conditioned dressing room suddenly seemed stifling hot. She lowered her eyes to meet Jenny's confused expression on

her face.

"So?" Jenny asked.

"He saw me binging on junk food,"Abbie shouted."Junk Food! Jenny, you read his bio in those celebrity

magazines. He's a health nut! He caught me in the middle of binge eating because of the stress of the movie. He

probably thinks I'm an unhealthy loser with no discipline!"

Jenny Hamilton's eyes just continued to stare up at Abbie and shake her head as if Abbie was crazy.

"I am going through such stress since I signed up for this film,"Abbie asked.

A silence fell in the large room.

"What?"

"Abigail! If he is not going to think you as gorgeous as every man in this film set does only because you

eat junk food, he's an A-hole," Jenny replied. "second, you are not stressed out on account of this film!"

Abbie's small hands hung on either side of her hips. She narrowed her eyes at her friend.

"Ok, Jenny tell me what I am really stressing out about if not this film?" She exclaimed.

Abbie's shut her dark eyes tight for a second and then opened them up again. She shifted her eyes back to the tempting

plate of cookies.

"F' this I'm getting a cookie," she sighed. Abbie grabbed a handful of the front of her dress. She lifted it before leaping off

the pedestal. Abbie's dress rustled crisply as she stomped toward the small table to the plate of double chocolate chip

cookies.

She snatched one from the plate and took a quick bite. Abbie closed her eyes and hummed as the richness of the sweet

double chocolate melted in her mouth.

"Mmmm, I do love chocolate chips. This film is going to make me sooo fat." Abbie chewed and shook

her head.

Jenny smiled. She couldn't believe Abbie could not see the truth about her feelings for her leading man.

"You're stress eating, Abigail!" Jenny explained. "Because you're sexually frustrated and you're in love with your

gorgeous leading man and you don't know what to do about it."

Abbie chewed and swallowed the bite.

"I am not sexually frustrated, Jenny," Abbie shouted. She was about to toss the rest of the cookie into her mouth when

her hand froze. Her eyes grew huge and her jaw dropped at the sight of the tall slim figure now standing in front of the

opened dressing room door.

"Hello, ladies," Ichabod Crane chuckled. A warm soft sound, pleasant to hear. A small tug of his lips played around her mouth.

Jenny shot a look at Ichabod. Her eyebrow arched over her eye and she crossed her arms.

"My my, Ichabod Crane. Whatever are you doing here?" Jenny teased. Jenny then shifted her eyes to Abbie.

Abbie gulped the rest of the cookie.