Author's Note: Nasty, nasty plotbunnies. This directly continues from the first half of dr_hair's ficlet. Like said there, who knows what's eventually going to happen with Abby and Lee in the actual roleplay. This is just another possible route things could go.
With apologies to T.
Don't pour another drink.
Come have one.
As they stared each other down, she despised him for this. She hated feeling mocked. Exposed. She almost looked down to see if she was still clothed. Instead she gazed unflinchingly into his eyes. For once she couldn't read what was there.
He expected her to deny his challenge, she knew that much. He was taunting her, rubbing her face in something he knew she couldn't have.Why should I deny myself the forbidden, when you didn't?
She took one step into the kitchen. Watched as he filled his glass again. Salt in the wound. She could almost taste it as he swallowed it down. She'd fucked him out of spite; she could admit that to herself, if not to him - and here he was, doing the same to her. Her eyes flashed. Angry. Dangerous. Warning. Daring him to make her do something he'd never forgive her for.
Another few steps and she was standing in front of him, almost too close. She glanced at the bottle on the counter. He bought the good stuff. Expensive. Not like the cheap, tasteless stuff she'd settled for back then. Back then. She didn't have to settle anymore. He'd always wanted her to spend his money.
She reached for the bottle, didn't bother with a glass. As she felt the cool liquid touch her lips, she knew what she was throwing away. Five years of sobriety. Problem was, she didn't know what else this would cost. She saw the look of mild shock on his face and swallowed. Like a cliche, it burned as it went down. The feeling was all too familiar.
They could hear Lily begin to wail from the nursery upstairs. She flinched slightly. Something crumbled inside.
She raised the bottle to her lips again.