themusemanor | PSL - Will Zimmerman | Abby Corrigan ---> For the rest of our lives

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PSL - Will Zimmerman | Abby Corrigan ---> For the rest of our lives

Abby had spent the last two days resting in one of the guest rooms in the Sanctuary. It still felt so strange to think of this place as the enemy's lair when she had never known anything but kindness from Magnus or her staff. Especially Will. In a way, Abby couldn't think of the Sanctuary as anything but what its name would suggest. That was just what her job thought of it as, never what she would.

She woke up slowly, her mind still barely on anything but what had happened a few days ago. She was still in a lot of pain, but it was slowly dissipating and Magnus said she'd be able to go back to work within the week. Or at least home. The more she thought about it, the less appealing going home sounded. Abby thought staying here with Will was much nicer, but she did have a job and it wasn't here. Somedays she wished she could work here, but the offer had never come. Maybe it was better that way.

Rolling over on the bed, she closed her eyes again and willed the pain to go away. She could really do with a cup of coffee or something to do, but there as nothing other than resting. Always resting.

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Over the past few days, Will had wanted nothing more to stay in Abby's room 24/7 and keep an eye on her. But even he knew that that probably wasn't the best of plans, regardless of his best intentions. It would probably also fall under the creepy category, considering she was sleeping a lot of time. So he had forced himself to spend a bit of time in his office, as well as in his own room getting the little bit of rest he could that wasn't interrupted by thoughts of what transpired days ago.

Though he did insist on bring her food, and since the clock was ticking close to meal and medicine time, he got up and went to put together something for her. Most of all, he just wanted to see her face, considering it had been more than 20 minutes since he'd last checked on her.

Once an appropriate tray of food for someone who had just been through a major ordeal like hers was put together, Will set a little plastic cup of pain killers on the edge and headed to her room. His waiter skills were unpolished, but he managed to balance the tray in one hand and knock lightly with the other.

"Abby?" He said her name, and then quietly opened the door. Poking his head in, he looked towards her bed. "Are you awake?"

Honestly, Abby wouldn't have minded having Will with her more often. Waking up next to him would have been nice, but she knew he had work to do with Magnus and the rest of the staff. Hearing the knock on her door brought her head up a little and seeing him look in towards her bed brought a smile to her face as she tried to slowly sit up.

"I'm awake," she answered, just glad to see him. "Are you here to check on me or are you busy?"

The sound of her voice was enough to bring a smile to his face as well, and he stepped into the room. The door swung slowly shut behind him as he walked over, setting the tray down on an available nightstand and helping her sit up. If she busted a stitch he would probably have an aneurysm out of panic, and he's prefer to prevent that.

"I'm not busy right now, so I wanted to come in and see you. And bring you that." He gestured to the tray before he took a careful seat on the edge of her bed, trying to sit as close to her as possible without disturbing her.

"How are you feeling?"

It meant a lot to her that he would come in and bring her something like this and the slow smile that spread across her face said as much. She let him help her up, resting back against the pillows and scooting over to make room as she reached for one of his hands after he settled next to her.

"Better," she answered honestly. "Still a little tired." She eyed the tray and the medicine on it, debating taking that and eating as soon as possible. "What's with this? Room service with a smile?"

"At least you can keep resting as long as you need to," Will said, his hand wrapping fully around hers in a protective gesture. Just feeling the warmth of her skin was enough to ease the perpetual knot that had been in his stomach for the last several hours.

Her last comment earned a soft laugh, "Well, you know, I only serve our VIP guests dinner in bed like this. So you should be honored. For anyone else I'd just slip a sandwich under the door."

"Magnus says it'll be at least another week," Abby answered as she moved to take the medicine with one hand.

"I'm glad I didn't get the sandwich under the door treatment," was her next response as she laughed in response. It hurt a bit, so she tried to keep it quiet in an effort to not break one of her stitches. Will would fall over and Magnus would worry. She didn't want that. Instead, Abby picked up her utensil and started in on eating. One-handed of course. She wasn't going to let go of his hand unless she had to.

"What did I do to deserve this kind of treatment? Don't tell me Magnus ordered it," she teased.

"Think you can handle laying around that long? You're not exactly good at sitting still." Two could play at the teasing game, Corrigan.

Will rested his chin in his free hand for a moment and simply watched her, the corners of his mouths turned up in a small smile. He almost let go of her and let her eat properly, but she didn't make any moves to take her hand back, so he left it alone.

"Oh yeah, she totally forced me into it." To be honest, he hadn't spoken much to Magnus the last two days, but Abby didn't need to know that. He leaned closer, "No other reasons. Nope."

"I'm better at it than she is." Magnus couldn't sit still to save her life. Some days Abby wondered how she did it, kept so busy all the time.

Will's response made Abby smirk and make a face at him. Swallowing her bite, she leaned over to rest her elbow on the tray and her chin in her hand. "Really? No other reasons at all? Couldn't be that you missed me? Or was that Magnus' idea, too?"

"So are most ferrets with ADHD. Magnus is always going a mile a minute, no one's going to beat her in a million years." Will knew a lot of what the woman was doing, but not all of it. Another reason he wasn't talking to her right now.

He pursed his lips and tilted his head back and forth like he was thinking. "Hmmmm." He let silence hang in the air for a few moments before he finally met her eyes again. "I guess it could have something to do with you being awfully cute."

And there was a cheeky little smile along with that.

"Don't let her hear you say that." If Abby knew what he was thinking, she would probably feel the same, but at the moment she was well out of the loop because she worked for the enemy. Honestly, she couldn't blame them for it; in their shoes, she would have done the same thing. But it was still rough.

She raised her eyebrows mockingly at him as he considered his response. A blush colored her cheeks when he finally gave it and she ducked her head. "I don't think so." Stop teasing her, Will!

"Even if she heard me, she would probably just laugh. I've made fun of her plenty of times before." Especially when he had first started working here, when he was first really getting to know Helen Magnus. It had been a lot simpler back then.

But those were thoughts for another time. Right here, right now, he just wanted to focus on Abby.

"Hmm? Are you saying I'm wrong?" Will reached out and lightly touched her chin with his fingertips, tilting her face back up. "Because I'm pretty sure I'm spot on in this case." He didn't even give her a chance to argue as he leaned in, closing the distance between the two of them so he could kiss her.

"You're so brave. And silly," Abby responded with a smile. She loved these little moments with Will, being able to tease him and enjoy their time together, even if all she got was food, talking, and holding his hand. And apparently a kiss, as he leaned over further and distracted her.

Argument valid. Abby gave in, squeezing his hand as she returned the kiss. He was always so good at saying just the right thing to reassure her or doing the right thing to distract her. This was no different and she relished it.

"I think our argument is invalid here," she finally answered before she kissed him again. Moving the tray a little more, she tugged him closer, clearly indicating that she wanted him next to her. He made a good pillow after all.

"Why thank you." He grinned, not even caring that she had coupled her compliment with a dig. He was absolutely fine with being silly in front of her. She put him as such ease that it really didn't matter to him.

He chuckled and shook his head, but returned the second kiss with pleasure. And when she tugged at him, he moved, shifting so he was sitting beside her comfortably. If she wanted to rest against him, he was happy to play the human pillow for a while.

"Just go ahead and make yourself comfortable." He assured her.

Abby felt the same about Will and as she leaned against him, she thought for sure she would stay with him forever. He had done more for her than anyone else ever had and she loved every minute of silly love they had together. He made her happy and she knew she made him happy. Really, what else was there to it?

Maybe after this mess with SCIU and Addison finally ran its course...

"Don't mind if I do," she murmured, leaning against him as she made sure she wouldn't upset the tray on her lap. At least with him next to her, she could use both hands to eat now. "You're a good pillow, you know. We should do this more often."

"I have no objection to that idea," he answered, one hand reaching up to lightly stroke her hair. "I'll be your pillow any day." He leaned comfortably back against the headboard of the bed and let the two of them settle in.

And then for a moment he was quiet, thinking about sitting with her like this every day, as much as possible. The idea was so appealing that he felt himself grinning without even really meaning to. There was still so much to deal with with the Sanctuary, and that would have to take priority for now.

But that didn't keep his mind from wandering to the idea that he did, in fact, have his mother's engagement and wedding rings sitting somewhere in his bedroom. And that he at some point, did want to put them to use.

"Best pillow," Abby murmured, finishing off as much of the food as she could manage for the moment. Once she was done, she made a motion to kick the tray to the bottom of the bed so she wouldn't accidentally turn it over and then lay back down to rest. As much as she didn't want to, she knew she needed to at least lie down a little more.

Curled up on the pillows, she watched him, hoping he would stay with her on the bed, at least for a little bit. For a few minutes, she could be selfish. If she'd known what he was thinking, she would be more than willing to encourage his thoughts. She liked the idea of marrying him someday, too.

"I guess you have a lot to do today, now that I've had food."

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