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hybridirl · 2 months

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who first?

18+ only, please!

ellie x f!loser!reader x abby

a/n: sorry for the long wait! i was with my family the past week celebrating a holiday :)!! now i’m back and i’m gonna try and pump out a few. i am in fact working on the ellie x loser!reader pt2, so pls bear with me! i’m still thinking up ideas. this shit is harddd

brief summary: ellie and abby are the bestest of friends, and you’re… there. they kinda feel bad for you, so they bring home some of the “good shit” for a game. never have i ever? with shots. reversed. haven’t done it? drink!!!

tw / AU, *DUBCON* (reader is drunk (but so is ellie and abby)), strap-on, use of y/n, cunnilingus (r and e receiving), tit-slapping, porn no plot, rushed sex, threesome, reader gets referred to as “girl”

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watching tiktoks for hours on end was never your proudest pastime, especially when your two roommates were constantly out partying. you, honestly, were a third wheel. well, to be fair, you came into this friendship way after these two had already been established as this inseparable duo. still, being a friend - even if it’s not as deep - doesn’t mean you should be excluded from their little activities.

so, this is how your night has gone so far: moping around, trying to bake some cookies you found on tiktok, and binging tiktok. you sat on the island of the kitchen, a frown plastered on your face as you munched on your fifth cookie.

you glanced at the clock: 11:35 PM. you knew exactly what this meant; one of them is slutting themselves out while the other waits to drive themselves home. god, how it aggravated you! - how easily they could get into someone’s pants by just looking at them while you had to ease your way into it. that slow, smooth talking you, except it rarely ever worked and you came off as a creep. the pickup lines from reddit don’t seem to work in reality, huh?

pulling yourself off the counter and shoving the last piece of cookie into your mouth, you wondered why you stayed up until they came back. maybe you were just a little afraid to go to sleep alone, maybe you were just simply lonely. you wanted them to come home, tell you about their day and get envious at their friendship that you weren’t in on and that you didn’t have. poor you. you were like a watchdog, always staying up and looking out until your ‘owners’ came along, praising you for your good work so you could get your little dopamine rush. you even whimpered, just a little, as you sat on the couch to watch some cheesy drama movie that you had zero interest in. about thirty minutes in, the door opens. you turn your head and watch your two acquaintances walk in, both holding a suspiciously shaped brown bag.

“hey,” you greet, “what’re those?” you pointed toward the bags in their hands.

“just stuff for you,” ellie chirped first, setting the bag on the coffee table.

“us, she means,” abby cut in, setting hers down. you watched as they revealed what was shielded from her viewing: two tall bottles of ‘devil’s spring vodka.’

you cocked your head to the side and spoke, “for us? what for?” they gave you a ‘what do you think?’ look before ellie headed off to get three shot glasses. she placed one in front of you, abby, and herself.

“so, y/n,” abby began, popping the top and pouring some into each glass. “we know you’re lonely and we thought we’d do something for you, huh? sound good?” you pursed your lips and nodded, completely weirded out by this interaction.

“we’re gonna play a game,” ellie said, circling her glass with her hands. “it’s like ‘never have i ever.’ ever played?” you nodded. “good. so, each time someone says something you haven’t done, you take a shot. got it?” you nod again. “a—lright, you guys ready?” abby smiles and raises her hand.

“i’ll go first,” she told, an obvious mischievous glint in her eye, “let’s start of tame. so, y/n, have you ever… kissed someone in public? i’m not talking a little peck, i’m talking seriously making out.” your face heated, and your jaw dropped just slightly. you thought about lying, of course, just to seem cool, but, you knew they’d know.

“i-i… no, i haven’t,” you muttered out, shakily reaching your hand toward your glass. you took a sip, wincing at the burn in your throat.

“c’mon, y/n, the whole thing,” ellie chuckled at your ministrations. you whimpered silently before your head tilted back, gulping the rest down.

“ugh,” you groaned as you set it down and watched as ellie pour more into your glass. you had a feeling this was going to be a long night.

“okay, my turn,” ellie giggled, looking at the two of you. “okay, y/n, have you ever… had someone motorboat you?” your brows furrowed immediately.

“m-motorboat? i, well, um… no.”

“drink up then, girl.” they watched as you took another brave shot, your face contorting into what looked like pain, and, to be fair, it was painful.

you were about to speak, for your turn, but abby interrupted quickly, barely even noticing your open mouth, “my turn, huh?” abby questioned. your jaw shut right back up, letting her take the lead. letting her do her thing. “so, y/n, ever, i don’t know, let’s get a little crazier with this one, yeah? ever been in a threesome?”

you stared at abby with wide eyes, why are they asking you this stuff? why only you?

“no…” you whispered, continuing your stare on her as you went to take yet another shot. you were already starting to feel a buzz, already starting to feel the heat in your tummy. with a slightly clouded head, you turned to ellie. she was smirking, her eyes knowing as her lips parted once more.

“how about you give it a go?” ellie asked you, and you felt some relief.

“h-have you guys ever, um… have you guys ever… had a threesome?” you asked in a low voice. you watched abby roll her eyes and go to grab her glass, as with ellie.

“o—kay, my turn,” ellie clasped her hands together, after setting her glass back down, “ever taken it up the ass, y/n?”

“why are you only asking me?” you gawked, reaching for your glass. you took the next shot, and felt a sudden need for more.

“because we already know what we’ve did,” abby replied, another shot of the vodka slithering down her throat. “mm, that’s some good shit. so, y/n, have you ever topped?” you sighed as you reached for the glass once more. “oh, so you’re a bottom? figures. i mean, look at you.” you looked up at her, slightly offended whilst your hands went to pour yourself another shot.

“have you guys ever, uh, had public… sex?” you found yourself boldly asking, obvious that this drink was getting to you. they both raised their glasses to their lips.

this went on and on, mostly them asking you, you sometimes asking them until you were all drunk out of your minds.

“y/n,” ellie finally groaned and she scooted closer to you. you hadn’t realized the proximity of them both, slowly decreasing as the night went on. you hummed a response, your eyes half closed and your face hot. “h’ve you ever, uh, fantasized? about us?” ellie asked, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. your hand didn’t reach for the glass, rather you simply stared into those green eyes. “yeah? you have? why didn’t you tell us? we coulda’ made all of your dreams come true, sweetheart,” she whispered, her hand meeting your waist.

“i-i was n-nervous,” you whined, “didn’ wanna say anythin’…”

“y/n, baby,” abby purred into your ear, “you don’ gotta be nervous ‘round us.” your head throbbed as you bit your lip; their hands explored your body, slowly molding you into your arousal. you wondered if this was their plan all along as their fingers danced around your PJs, caressing your inner thighs…

“please,” you whispered and their eyes flickered toward you. “…t-touch me…” you sighed blissfully as ellie’s hand finally met with your pajama-clad vulva. abby’s head dipped into the crook of your neck; she kissed up your neck and throat, then tilted your head toward hers to kiss your lips. sloppily, her tongue slipped into your mouth, prodding and massaging your tongue. your own mingled with hers, dancing around each other’s. you barely noticed your bottoms being tugged down, only realizing once the chill of the air hit your heat.

“lemme taste ‘er first,” abby said quickly as she pulled away from your swollen lips.

“no,” ellie whined, tugging your body toward hers.

“it was my idea,” she growled in return, “now let me have her first.” ellie huffed, but let go. she took asylum in your breasts; lifting your shirt up, she immediately dove into your mounds. she licked up to your nipple, taking it between her lips. you let out a broken moan as she nibbled on your sensitive bud, her tongue swirling around your pebbling nipples.

abby slid your legs open with her hands, spreading your labia with her thumb.

“how long h’ve you been this wet, y/n?” an obvious rhetorical question. you were too occupied with ellie and the worship of your breasts.

“a’w-while,” you managed to croak, though. you heard her chuckle and felt your body being tugged toward her more. “mmf, abby, be gentle…” ellie watched as abby’s head dipped between your legs, then her eyes flickered to your face to watch it contort in pleasurable expressions. “abby… ngh…” your hand reached to tug at her blonde hair, earning a groan from her lips.

“i heard she’s a p-pro,” ellie whispered to you while she tugged off her bottoms. your eyes fluttered, staring dazed at the sight of her pussy.

“want,” you purred out. ellie only smirked at you, her hands moving in to shove you down onto the couch. her legs straddled your head and she lowered herself onto you without warning, virtually smothering you. “mmf!” your brows were furrowed, your nose smooshed against her wet cunt. she ground her hips into your face, covering it in her slick.

“c’mon, y/n, thought you wanted it.” your doe eyes kept gazing up at her and you began to do the best you could with her weight in your face, your tongue working hard against her swollen clit.

both of the feelings were intoxicating, abby at your pussy, you at ellie’s. your legs tightened around abby’s head as her fingers found your g-spot, thrusting her fingers in and out of you. you moan into ellie, slurping at the nectar leaking from her. you’re so intoxicated, you can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol or this delicious feeling. your hands gripped ellie’s sides and you pulled her closer. you were whimpering, moaning, abby’s tongue wriggling into you, her fingernails digging into your plush thighs.

“mmm!” you cried, your eyes shutting as you felt a knot in your stomach begin to uncoil, your juices coating abby’s tongue and face.

“ahn, yeah,” abby groaned. “righ’ on my tongue, sweethear’.” your eyes were rolling, face scrunched in pleasure. it was a sure sight for ellie, drawing - no, forcing ellie’s own climax to follow suit. her arousal painted you, creaming on your face as she held your head close to her.

“oh, god, please please please — fuck!”

she ground against you, riding her orgasm out in your face. her clit bumped your nose, and your hands gripped her hips, slowly guiding her to a halt as she came down. as she got up from you, she took a moment to admire her work. your face looked so exhausted, wet with her, and needy for more.

“abby,” ellie said, “g-go get the…” she gestured into the direction of the bedrooms, then abby knew what she was talking about. she made her way into one the bedrooms, who knows which, and rummaged through. you watched the hallway curiously, ready for her arrival. you tried to sit up, but ellie only grabbed you, laying you down on her thighs. when abby came out, you were surprised to find her pant-less, and with a harness strapped to her person, not to mention a dildo hanging from it. she approached, slow and cautious steps. you couldn’t tell if she was trying to tease you or try to get you into the idea.

“you wan’ it?” she asked you, slowly crawling into the sofa, then nudging and prodding your wetness with the head.

“wan’ it.”

“alrigh’, sweet girl,” she breathed, easing the head into your slippery entrance. “good?” you nodded your head, egging her on silently.

“abby,” you moaned breathlessly. she shushed you, halting her movements so you could get used to her. she ran her rough hands down your sides, down, down, to your clit, gently rubbing it to make you feel some sort of goodness as she stood still. “move, please,” you whimpered.

“y/n, you should see ‘yer face right now,” ellie giggled, caressing the side of your head. “god, y’so pretty. fuck ‘er, abby, hurry. look at ‘er face.” abby rolled her eyes, not usually taking commands. she was going to anyway, but…

“oh!” you gasped from her sudden movements, a tight snap from her hips. “f-fuck!”

“mmm, ‘n moans so pretty,” ellie praised, “didn’ get to hear ‘ya so well when you were under me. gettin’ smothered by my pussy... mhm…” she caressed your face again, cupping your cheeks as abby began to pound you.

“abby!” you cried to her, eyes shut tight, hands flailing to find somewhere to rest. they found abby’s biceps, gripping them tightly as she slapped her hips against yours. “please, ngh!” you grit your teeth, jaw clenched while pleasure overtook you.

“eyes open,” abby growled, “‘n on me.” you had to fight yourself to open your eyes, but the sight in front of you was perfect. abby’s blonde hair sticking to her forehead, her braid dangling and swinging with each thrust, her slack jaw, fuck. “yeah, ‘atta girl.” she was thrusting just right, obviously so experienced. it was pleasing her, too, the strap hitting just right at her swollen clit.

how badly you wanted to touch her body, worship her like you did quietly with her eyes. she was like a greek god, muscular and sculpted so perfectly. especially now, sweat marbling her skin and her chiseled body over yours. you almost forgot ellie was there, being as (almost) quiet as she was. glancing up, you caught sight of her, her fingers buried into her cunt. the sight alone was enough to make you cum once more, but you couldn’t, not so early. you looked back up at the deity above you who was staring into your eyes.

“abby,” you groaned. you threw your head back, going dumb on her cock. “right there… f-please…” cross-eyed, you sobered up a little as you felt a harsh pain on your breasts. “oh!” you gasped, feeling her large hand slap your chest. “abby!”

“take my cock, girl,” abby panted, hands squeezing your breasts, using them as leverage as she continued her pounding.

“fu—ck,” ellie groaned to the sight of you and to the noise of her fingers in her cunt, squelching, obscene, and loud. “y’doing so good, y/n… yes… uhn!”

you ran your hand up abby’s biceps, wrapping your arms around her neck. this prompted her to lean in and kiss your lips, deep and hungry. your hand cupped her cheek, pulling her close while your lips collided. abby pulled away first to admire your body and you took this moment to lift your arms above your head, desperately trying to pull ellie closer by her legs. she scoot closer and you cocked your head to the side, immediately licking at her cunt.

“yeah,” abby moaned, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm. “lick ‘er fuckin’ pussy.” she gripped your waist, hurriedly thrusting into you, her clot bumping against the harness. “fuck, i’m cumming!” she moaned, collapsing onto you as she came. she kissed at your neck, bit at it, too, while she continued to thrust, needing you to cum, too. her fingers finding your clit, furiously rubbing it.

you couldn’t help it anymore; biting into ellie’s thigh, you came. squirted, actually. all over her cock, all over her abdomen. your body was convulsing, shaking and twitching for her. ellie followed in suit, your teeth pushing her over the edge as they sunk deeper into her. all three of you were moaning, crying, holding each other tight.

“fuck,” you were the first to say. abby slowly pulled out of you, panting deeply.

“you squirted,” abby chuckled with admiration. she squeezed your thighs and glanced up at ellie, “all good?” she asked. ellie nodded.

“yeah, just,” she sighed blissfully, “fuck. we should do this again.” you giggled and kissed ellie’s thigh.

“mhm,” you agreed.

maybe your (sex?) life has just changed for the better.

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toasty-melons · 1 year

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Abby or ellie with gf reader who gets hella irritated/mad easily when it’s hot out? its hella hot where i live rn n everyone is so annoyed with my attitude but idec this heat is some bs

i FEEL this. i AM this. i’ve been on an Abby kick lately lately so here we go..

i love love love flirty Abby.

Summer Heat

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

(side note: this picture makes my brain go fuzzy 😵‍💫)

Even with shorts and your girlfriend’s oversized t shirt on, it still feels like a million degrees. It’s so hot that it’s almost sticky. Groaning you walk into your shared kitchen to find your sweet, lovely girlfriend pouring some lemonade into two glasses. All her muscles on full display in a fitted, sleeveless shirt and some short athletic shorts. She smiles at you and holds out a filled glass, you take it and swallow the sweet liquid quickly. She eyes you up and down while taking a much slower sip from her cup.

“That my shirt?” You look down and tug on the fabric that hangs loosely from your body and shrug. Furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips making their way onto your pretty face.

“Looks like it, doesn’t it?” The sass laced in your tone clearly throws Abby off guard. She recovers with a grin that has you sweating more than you already are.

“Someone’s in a pissy mood.” You roll your eyes at her mocking words. You can’t help it, it’s hot and your girlfriend is asking stupid questions. Shrugging you hop up onto the kitchen counter, the tile cool under your thighs. She walks over to you slowly, mocking your pout and you try to hold back a smile, failing miserably.

She places her large hands over your knees and pulls them apart, standing in between your legs and replacing her hands on either side of you, leaning in close. Your heart speeds up and your stomach erupts with butterflies.

“What’s got you so worked up, pretty girl?” Her voice is low, teasing, and whispered against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Nothing. It’s just hot, Abs..” You’re quiet but irritation still heavily laced in your words. A pout sitting on your pretty lips again. She tilts her head at you and slightly squints her eyes.

“You’re giving me an attitude because it’s hot?” You think she’s mad at first until you meet her gaze and see her face you know she’s the furthest thing from mad. “I don’t think that’s very fair, baby. What happened to my sweet girl, huh?” Her soft teasing has your face flushing and you’re squirming under her gaze.

“ ‘m sorry Abs.. just hot is all. I hate being hot, it’s so annoying and irritating.” She listens intently as you whine. Her grin only making you whinier. You place your hands over her biceps and run your fingers up and down them softly, feeling her flex beneath your touch.

She leans in close and nudges her nose against yours. Your attitude slowly slipping away the more she distracted you with a very different kind of heat. She presses slow, soft kisses to your cheek down to your jaw. Mumbling a quiet, “You’re my sweet girl, aren’t you?” You nod and hum a whiney, ‘mhm.’ She chuckles and runs her hands up your hips and sides, her fingers digging into you gently.

“I know you’re all hot and miserable baby, but don’t be mean to me.” You pout for a very different reason this time. Abby’s words making your mind hazy and dizzy.

“Abby.” She only grins wider at you and nudges your nose with hers again. Telling you to ‘use your words baby.’ You tilt your head up and mumble, “Wanna real kiss.” Trying to catch her lips with your own, instead she pulls away ever so slightly and chuckles.

Placing a hand under your jaw, and another further up your waist she whispers into your ear, “Only sweet girls get real kisses.” This makes you pout and pull away completely, groaning and suddenly feeling that agonizing summer heat all over again. Abby laughs and grabs one your hands in hers and places soft kisses against the back of it. “Just kidding baby.. i’ll give you a real kiss if that’s what you want?”

“Obviously that’s what I want.” Right as the words slip past your lips, Abby places a hand under your jaw, pulling you and forcing you to look at her.

“I asked you to not be mean, didn’t I? I fucking meant it.” Her low voice sends another shiver down your spine and you can’t help the grin that creeps onto your face. Her eyebrows furrow and you giggle.

“Gonna kiss me for real and shut me up then?” She matches your grin at your question and a moment later her lips are attacking yours. Mumbling a ‘fucking tease,’ in between the heated kisses. A heat that is much more bearable and enjoyable.

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angelkissiies · 1 year

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nectar of angels

abby anderson x reader

cw : modern!au , church girl!abby , church girl!reader , dom!abby , sub!reader , religious imagery , blasphemy , corruption kink , religious guilt , purity culture (mentioned) , god / power kink , oral ( r ! receiving ) , probably more ?? read at your own discretion !

wc : 3.2K

Her leg bounced restlessly, hymn book almost completely forgotten, as she stared at the cross decorating the altar. It was hot, the heat of the sun burning her skin as it filtered through the panes of colored mosaic, making her shift uncomfortably as she tried to keep her eyes off of you. Something about the sweat tempting her brow made her instinctively tense her fists, the rolling sensation taking her back to the feeling of your core pulsing around her fingers. She was too far gone, the words of her father passing through her, body occupied with an untameable craving.

“Abigail?” The man beside her whispered, a sharp edge in his voice as he craned his neck to speak to her– eyes still trained on the man pacing behind the altar.

She froze, hands coming to attention in her lap. “Yes, sir?” She murmured, slowly angling her face away from the floor to take him in. It was one of her father's friends, a man she saw around often. Moore, she thought his last name was– not that it mattered because the scorn set in his face was enough to make her wither away on the spot.

He tore his eyes from the preacher, steely gaze landing on the blonde. “You are being distracting, Abigail, you should know better.” He berated, the grip he had on his bible tensing, narrowing his eyes as he took her in. “What is wrong with you, girl?”

Abby straightened up in her seat, shaking her head as she tried to make herself smaller in his lingering gaze. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m just feeling rather plagued by the spirit today.” She hummed, clearing her throat slightly as she spoke. “God is speaking to me.” Her thoughts shot back to you. The tender flesh of your breasts in her hands, the cries for God you’d released into her mouth, the angelic halo of ecstasy on your face– it was hungry work to be as devout as she was. The only God she’d ever come to know sitting across the aisle, begging for her worship, it took everything in her to not give in.

“Is that so?”

She nodded quickly, taking a shallow breath, crossing her legs to dull the growing ache in her cunt. She knew how devious her thoughts were, she’d spent many restless nights begging for God to take them away, but she’d come to realize that this must have been God’s will. He wouldn’t give her something so beautiful and expect her not to satiate herself on the divinity. “Yes, sir.” Her voice cracked, a bead of sweat rolling down her temple.

The man gave her a curt nod, relaxing back into his seat, eyes glued back to the preacher. It was unlike anyone to really give her much trouble, seeing as she was usually the star of the sermon– with her girlish looks and obedient soul, it was hard not to like her. So most would brush off her odd behaviors lately as the musings of a young girl, even though she had grown well beyond that of a child, now sitting at 20 years of age. To them, she was being crafted into the perfect wife. To her, she was being unshackled from the chains– her mind woven into one amassed of ‘deviant’ love for a woman.

“That will be all for today.” Her father wrapped up his lecture, setting his bible down on the lectern with a loud thump. “My daughter, Abigail, will be staying to collect canned donations for the food bank– which is next week, in case anyone missed last week's flyers.” He smiled, moving a hand out to wave towards Abby– who looked lost for half a second before giving a small nod. “God bless you all.”

The church immediately lit up with light chatter, the shuffling of feet sending Abby out of her seat and towards the doors. There was nothing she wanted more than to be out of there, her feet moving on autopilot as she took the stairs two at a time– almost falling when she met the carpet at the bottom. She took a second to catch her breath, hand shaking as it gripped the railing, at this point she had evaded anyone who possibly would have stolen her attention– leaving her to fight the growing heat in her cunt alone.

“Shit.” She hissed, backing up to rest against the concrete wall of the stairwell. The cold seeped through the knit of her cardigan, erecting a small sigh fall from her lips. She was burning up, still, using the back of her hand to wipe away the beads of sweat collecting at the nape of her neck. You were like a fever, coursing through her body and setting off alarm bells, sweating her out of her faith.

The sound of the door swinging open made her jump, quickly smoothing down her hair to appear more put together as she feigned busy. Her legs carried her over to the table in the corner, picking up the clipboard to gaze at as the person made their way down the steps. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears as she flipped the pages gingerly, not taking anything in.

“Abby–,” You began, eyes cast on her turned figure, slowly stepping down off of the last stair.

She spun around, an incredulous look on her face, letting the board clatter down onto the table. The growing fever cast a desperate haze over her, making her legs tremble slightly, the things she’d do to have her hands on you were too blasphemous to even think. The sight of you was too much, making her look away in shame. “What are you doing here?” She asked, glancing towards the side door– just in case anyone was close enough to hear.

You let a small smile pull at your lips, hand still sitting on the railing, tilting your head at her avoidance. “I came to see you.” You stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, the golden cross necklace shifting further into the divide of your chest as you swung slightly on the metal pole. “I needed.. to ask you for something.”

The girl felt her heart drop into her stomach, urging her to look up at you. “W-what is it?” She spoke quietly, taking a small step away from the table as she allowed herself to really look at you. The soft pink and white of your floral skirt hid the curves of your hips, long white sleeves concealing your untroubled skin, cardigan protecting the virtues she longed for. You were so pure it hurt. She tried to get you out of her head but every glimpse of your body sent her over the edge, needing lessons in temptation from the devil himself before she’d ever be able to look at you without a burning lust.

“I was wondering if you’d mind helping me out.” You hummed, releasing the railing as you took a couple steps toward her. From this distance, she could now see the tabbed bible poking out from under your other arm– making her press her thighs together. “The feeling... it’s back again.” You felt oddly nervous, shifting on your feet as your panties clung uncomfortably to your drooling cunt, you knew she could help– seeing as she’d done it before, just a few nights ago. You didn’t understand the feeling that bubbled in your tummy, only knowing that it was caused by the glimpses you’d caught of the girl before you– the image of her silken skin beneath her lacy skirt made a heat rush over you– it was unfamiliar, unlike anything you’d ever felt in the presence of a man.

Abby’s breath caught in her throat, her hand coming to grip the edge of the table so hard she thought it might break. She felt dizzy, your words sending a pulse of need into her cunt, her eyes fluttering slightly as she tried to find the restraint to not take you right there, right now. “Y-yes, please.” She practically whined, kicking herself for how desperate she sounded. “I mean, yes. I will.”

You giggled, rushing up to wrap your arms around the blonde, taking a deep breath as you squeezed her. “Thank you so much, you’re the best friend ever.” You said matter-of-factly, not noticing how her entire body tensed up.

“Thanks,” She sighed, patience growing thin as she felt your breasts press into her, moving one arm to wrap around you gently. It was pure torture, temperature skyrocketing as she looked to the statue of Mary for advice– before rolling her eyes. She was a virgin, how could she help? “Would you do something for me?”

You pulled back, nodding, doe eyes making her look away. “Of course, what do you need?”

She knew better, she knew that this would be the thing that sent her to hell out of all things she found herself doing. It was a perfect sentence, just to taste the nectar of an angel, and she welcomed it. “Go check to make sure everyone is gone, lock the doors, and come back.” She instructed, her mind slipping from guilt to desire– no longer willing to beg for stronger resolve. “I can help you now, would you like that, angel?”

You were immediately shuffling away, nodding vigorously as you took back steps towards the stairs. “Yes, ma’am, I'll be right back.” It was needed, the warmth in your panties soaking through to coat the inside of your thighs, making you practically run up the stairs. As you popped out from downstairs, you glanced around, feeling a familiar heat rise in your cheeks. She had called you angel again, something that hadn’t clicked until now, making you struggle to continue to breathe properly– eyes making a b-line for the cross in the middle of the room. You were just a girl, not an angel, but you couldn’t help feeling giddy at the status she’d given you in her eyes.

Abby could’ve run after you, forcing you on your hands and knees before God and man alike, hands winding in your little skirt as she carnally hungered for the mere sight of your pretty cunt. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt, nothing compared to the softness of your walls and the warm arousal as it dripped down her hand– making her let out a soft groan at just the memory. She knew how fucked up this had to be, seeing as you didn’t understand the significance of allowing her to touch you like this, making a momentary shame wash over her. You were just a poor sheltered girl, one she needed in the most unholy way, unknowingly betraying your covenant to God. “Fuck.” She sighed, her tense grip on the table releasing as she took a small step away, pulling off her sweatshirt and dragging the sleeves of her black long-sleeved shirt up her forearms.

You had checked every room upstairs, finding nobody hanging around, your mission coming to a halt at the front doors– fingers turning the lock into place before bounding back to the stairs, letting the door slam behind you as you took them two at a time. “I did it, there's nobody.” You affirmed, moving to the couch on the other side of the room, plopping yourself down before grabbing at the frills of your skirt– pulling them up hastily. “Now please, please? I can’t take it anymore.” You whimpered, the cold air of the basement hitting the soaked cotton of your panties.

Abby fought back the moan that tempted her lips at the sight, your big doe eyes filled with frustration and the massive wet spot darkening the white fabric– making it almost completely see-through, giving her a borderline pornographic sight of your cunt. “God, what have you been thinking about?” She asked, coming to stand before you, eyes locked onto the desperation lacing your soft features. “What has you so worked up, angel?” She brought a knee up to the cushion between your legs, kneeling on it as she leaned down, her hand moving to caress the flush of your cheeks.

“I can’t stop thinking..” You paused, biting your lip slightly as you angled your hips towards the tense muscle of her thigh. You didn’t want to stain her in the sin of your gaze, knowing it was born from a stolen glance into her privacy, making you close your legs around her knee.

The girl cocked her head to the side, eyes narrowing at your reaction. “About?” She prompted, her hand coming down to toy with the chain of your necklace, turning the golden cross in her fingers. The slight shake of your head made her click her tongue against her teeth, winding her fingers in the chain and yanking it towards her– cutting off your air as she bent down closer to your ear. “You wouldn’t deny me the chance to help you, would you?” Her tone was saccharine, practically dripping into your parted lips as you gave her a tiny nod, tears welling in your eyes.

The chain loosened around your throat, making you gasp, chest heavy with big breaths as you peered up at her. “Can’t get the sight of you out of my head, Abby.” You confessed, a stray tear falling down your cheek. You were beyond ashamed of your reasons for needing her, seeing as it was caused by her, it seemed like some extremely cruel cycle of torture. “You–you’re so beautiful.”

Abby felt her stomach twist, your words sinking into her heart as she looked up to God for help, the sentiment rolling into her cunt. She was long gone, there was no absolution for her now, hell called to her– and she was answering. She dropped onto her knees, peering up at you with hooded eyes. “Open, angel.” She instructed, using her now free hands to gently push your legs open– feeling the release of tension in your muscles as she did so.

You sunk into the couch, her touch sending chills down your spine, a whine slipping from your lips. “I m-mean it.” You whispered, feeling her soft breath puffing against your inner thigh as she took the seeping wetness onto her tongue. It took every piece of restraint you had not to buck your hips towards her face, craving the feeling of her tongue. “Y’so beautiful, It makes me feel funny.”

The girl groaned at the taste of you, hands navigating to the waistband of your panties– dragging them down effortlessly before tossing them over her shoulder. She was unstoppable at this point, your tiny mewls of need urging her to dip her head down and claim you as hers all over again but she resisted. Her hands moved to grip your hips, pulling you further down on the plush couch, now level with your cunt as it dripped arousal onto the ancient floral of her skirt. She took a deep breath, letting the divinity wash over her, before sinking down to lick a broad stripe over your cunt– taking her time as the rough pad of her tongue came to your clit.

“A-abby..” You gasped, hands clenching the fabric of your skirt to contain your impulses, head falling back to rest against the cushion. The ache had spread, now sending goosebumps onto your velvety skin, nipples hardening at the sudden stimulation. “Oh, my God.”

A snicker tempted her lips, but she muffled it as she used a hand to spread your sticky folds, tongue dipping down to trail over your puffy slit. Here you were, cunt out for her taking, still praying to God. Something inside of her longed to be your creator, your God. She wanted you to fall at her feet, kiss the ground she walked on, look at her like she hung the stars in the sky– but she would never admit that. It was blasphemous, as nobody could be God except the man himself, the last guy who tried got a worse sentence than hell. She would settle for being the sole source of your pleasure, I’d keep you running back to her, and that would work for now. She brought a hand up to swipe some slick from your soaked cunt, using her thumb to massage the swollen bud. “Manners.” She tutted as she brought her head up, just barely hovering over your heat.

You panted slightly, the feeling just as overwhelming as you remembered it, screwing your eyes shut as you nodded. “M’sorry, ma’am.” You whimpered, not brave enough to look back to her as you felt her blowing icy air onto the sensitive bundle of nerves– your cunt clenching around nothing, making her chuckle darkly.

She dipped her tongue back into the warmth of your folds, lapping up the messy arousal that had continued to seep from your slit– the muscle dipping in to press against your soft walls. It was so euphoric, the way you managed to get so wet for her, it was somewhat of an ego trip– if she was being honest. A moan slipped from her chest, the vibrations making you squeak in pleasure– hips shuddering away from her, as she dug her fingers into the soft skin, holding you in place. Of all the ways to be sinful, she thought this had to be the best one, squeezing her thighs together to control the pulsing your little noises sent through her.

The sensation made you moan, a burning tension in your stomach as her fingers continued to work on your clit. You couldn’t help but chase the feeling, legs shuddering around her head as her tongue stuffed itself into your aching hole. “Oh, oh.” You breathed, eyes fluttering with the sheer force of the pleasure rolling over your body. You didn’t understand how something so simple could feel so good, the precision of her movements making your legs tense around her head– squeezing as you felt the tension grow harder to handle, hips bucking against her mouth. “Please, ma’am, please.” You begged, hand coming to grip her loose braid.

Abby removed her tongue, more than satisfied with the reaction she was getting from you, moving her free hand to slip a single digit into your tight cunt. The walls instinctually clenching around it as she began to pump it in and out, curling it when she felt it come knuckle deep inside your heat. “You feel that, angel?” She asked, licking her lips. “Only I can make you feel like that, nobody else.”

You nodded, tears springing in your eyes as her finger dug into the spongy spot in your cunt, your back arching off of the couch– borderline screams pulling from your mouth as you felt the burning course through your body, hips jerking as she continued to thrust– walking you through the familiar euphoria. “Oh God, Oh God.” You moaned through broken puffs of air, hands shaking from how tightly you were gripping, feeling your cunt release a gush of liquid onto her hand.

“That’s right, angel, cry out to God.” Her voice was heavy, slowing her motions to a stop as she peered up at you from her place on her knees. “M’right here.”

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yeahyeahchloe · 7 months

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love love LOVE your works! 💗 So i randomly had an idea, hear me out!

drummer abby and bassist reader. I literally can see abby getting jealous if a fan approaches the reader and gets a bit touchy (not like a wired way, like hugging her ecc)

oh anon...i love me a jealous gf...

drummer!abby x bassist!reader

synopsis: You just wrapped up your last show of your tour, and run into some fans backstage who are acting like a bit more than just fans...

cw: smut18+, minors and ageless blogs dni, strap use (r!receiving), slight choking, some angst, fluff at the very end, me being too lazy to give the bandmates names, my mid smut writing (im learning lol), my excessive vocabulary

(a/n: pls lmk if u see any typos! )

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The crowd thundered with screams and applause as the final guitar cord strummed the final song, of the final tour.

Stage lights shown onto your face, encouraging your skin to sweat and your eyes to water.

You decided to relish in the feeling, as it was the last of it you would experience for a while.

Turning around you spotted a face adorned with pride and glee, showcasing a stoic grin.

Blue eyes met yours and that grin seemed to break just a small bit wider.

You, and the rest of the band inevitably had to step off the stage for the last time, and the second you were behind that curtain you were immediately wrapped in a strong hug.

But the hug was unfamiliar.

Very unfamiliar.

"Oh my god, I love you! You looked so incredible up there it was seriously like an angel on Earth or something!" said the body that was previously hugging and was now holding both your hands.

The girl was accompanied by another, who was standing slightly behind her, each holding a starstruck expression.

You quickly got over your initial shock and went into greeting mode.

"Oh! Thank You! Means a lot you enjoyed our last show,"

"Its seriously like nothing I've ever seen. And its so cool back here! My Dad runs tech so he let me in,"

Figures.

"Mhm, I bet,"

"Oh! I almost forgot, I made you something!" The girl reached into her pocket, pulling out a bracelet adorning the lesbian flag colors with a name in the middle.

Gracie.

You glanced at her wrist to see she had one with your name.

"O-oh thanks!" You said, now slightly creeped out.

"Ok, picture time!" she grabbed your waist pulling you in tight as her friend snapped a picture, "Thank you!! I'll see you on my feed," she attempted a joke at this point you wouldn't find funny, and walked away.

Turning around to your bandmates you made a wide-eyed expression and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Jesus what was that?" one of them asked.

"No fucking clue," You answered before realizing Abby had gone, "Hey, where's Abs?"

"She left just a second ago, towards the dressing rooms, looked pissed as fuck,"

You nodded in thanks before walking in the direction of yours and Abby's shared room.

You knocked before entering to find her getting her things together.

"Hey Abby," you greeted timidly.

"Can you get everything you need? 'm tired 'nd I wanna go to the trailer," she said, only glancing my way.

You knew when Abby was frustrated it was best to let her cool off, so you simply gathered your things, walked over to her to show you were ready, and she placed her hand on your lower back to guide you out of the room and to the trailer.

Once inside you both set down your stuff, and you decided that you would talk to her now.

You walked over to her as she sat on the slightly small bed and sat down next to her.

"You okay?" you wearily asked.

She managed a soft "mhm fine" before getting up and walking to where her clothes were, pulling off her shirt leaving her in her bra and jeans.

"Tell me what's wrong," you said, walking up to her slowly.

"I said I was fine, jesus," she grunted, rummaging around for her pajamas.

"Abby," you asserted, finally getting her to look at you, "Please,"

She turned away before saying "You're just too fucking nice to people sometimes,"

"What?" You asked, half not fully catching what she said, half wanting her to go on.

"I mean if some fucking weirdo comes over and hugs you, why wouldn't you deck them?"

"Okay, are you talking about that fan? What do you expect me to do; be a dick and shove her off?"

"Yes-No-I don't fucking know," she stuttered before stomping off back to the bed and taking a seat once again.

You sat next to her, in the same spot you were originally in before asking much more gently, "Abs, what's actually wrong?"

She sighed, "Its just, her fucking hands were all over you, and then she gave you that ridiculous thing like she was trying to claim you or something and it pissed me off,"

"Abby, are you jealous?" you asked, slightly teasing.

"Oh fuck off. I have no reason to be, nobody will ever make you feel as good as I do," she said, turning to you, her eyes now displaying her anger had morphed into lust.

"Yeah?" you asked, breaths becoming shorter.

"Yeah, and I'm gonna prove it to you,"

Before you could get another word in, her lips passionately, yet aggressively slammed into yours.

You immediately reciprocated the kiss and reached your hands us, one cradling her face and the other holding her still bare upper waist.

Both her hands creeped around your hips and gripped them harshly as your tongues met, lifting you and placing you straddling her.

You felt her move her lips from yours and quickly move them down to your neck, kissing and licking up until she got to your ear before whispering "you're mine, and no one's gonna fucking change that,"

Your hips grinded down on to hers as you let out a breathy moan at her words, and the new found bulge you felt in her pants.

"Yeah, feel that? Knew I was gonna fuck you tonight, got ready just for you," she whispered in your ear once again, sending waves of exitment throughout your entire body.

She moved her lips back to yours to continue kissing you as she took your shirt and removed it exposed your tits to her.

Abby took her mouth away from yours and hungrily moved them down to your nipples, sucking and biting at them, eliciting a moan from your chest as you grabbed her hair tightly.

You felt her hands reach down and unbutton your jeans before flipping you on your back so she was now hovering over you.

She quickly moved down, removing your pants and underwear together, revealing your sopping wet pussy to her.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Who makes you this wet?" she asked, toying at your lips, pulling them apart so she could see all of you.

"Mmmh you do," you answered her quietly, aching for her to touch you.

"What's that? You have to speak up sweetheart," Abby said, now looking up at you.

"Fuck, Abby, you make me so wet, you're the only one who makes me this wet," you whimpered in response.

You saw Abby smirk before placing a small kiss on your clit before removing her own pants to reveal her strap, looking as ready for you as ever.

"Do you want my cock baby?" She asked, sliding it up and down your pussy, teasing you.

"Shit-yes, Abby please. Please I only want your cock,"

Abby didn't even have to ask and she had you begging, it gave her an insane ego boost that only got her off more.

"Good girl, learning so fast," she praised before painfully slowly sliding her strap deep inside of you, stretching out your walls with each inch that entered.

She pulled out just as slow as before, and without warning, slammed into you at an alarming speed.

Screams of pleasure roared out of your chest as you felt her hips clip yours with every deep thrust.

Abby sat above you, seemingly watching every square inch of your body with pride as she fucked you senseless.

"That's right, my perfect girl taking my cock, perfect little thing," She groaned, feeling intense pleasure of her own from the sight of you mixed with the way her strap rubbed her clit deliciously at every move.

"Oh, god Abby! 'S too good...always so good,"

Abby loved it when you praised her, it made her feel like nobody else could ever compare to her.

And she fucking needed that right now.

She slithered a hand down to wrap around your throat and she squeezed lightly, just the way you liked it.

Abby saw the way your eyes were repeatedly rolling back at each moan as they became higher pitched and she knew you were about to cum.

"You gonna cum for me, huh angel? Cum on my fucking cock?" She asked, burying herself impossibly deeper.

All you could muster up in response was a weak nod and a feverish moan.

"That's right, go ahead, let it go,"

As soon as you heard those words you felt your orgasm wash over you in a wave and Abby's relentless pace slowed down to an eventual stop.

She slid out of you before getting a damp washcloth and cleaning you up, before slipping the both of you under the covers.

Abby wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close so that your head was resting under her chin.

After a long beat of silence you spoke up, softly saying, "I don't think I would ever love someone like I love you,"

Abby pulled your head out from under yours, and leaned down to give you a long, lovingly kiss.

"I'm sorry I got mad, I mean, I was jealous. I just-I just never want you to leave me," she spoke softly with vulnerability in her eyes.

You cupped her face with both hands, placing a kiss on her forehead before whispering, "You aren't ever going to have to worry about that,"

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vixensajntz · 7 months

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(this is for my pookie dookie @br4tphobia)

dom abby x black fem reader.gym sex.semi public sex.reader gets nervous.abby wears a muscle tee.riding fingers.fingering.clit play.grinding.doing it on a bench.humiliation kink.dirty talk.daddy kink.abby calls reader a bitch.degrading kink.reader has a phat booty.abby wears a muscle tee.abby nd reader are stangers to lovers.all infront the big gym mirror.daycryphilia.

WHAT A SLUT.

you decided to go to the gym to work on your glutes…cause who doesnt love a good lookin ass…nd that progress of going to the gym every couple of days has reall paid off.Now you have been eyeing this fine ass woman there that has been your gym crush ever since youve been going there…little did you know shes been eyeing you too.You both have made eye contact a lot today and it was a pretty late night in the gym and it was a small but spacious gym.Abby has been eyeing even without u knowing since youve walked in tonight…maybe it was because of that tight fitting gym set that made your ass look just right…maybe it was your matching braid that went with the color of your outfit that got her…or maybe it was your new fresh nail set.Who knows what it was but all she knows is that she wants to get up on you in this empty gym…and luckly you feel the same way abt that too…the way abby is looking in her sage green muscle tee that shows off her black sports bra thru the big cuts of her tee really has got you in a chokehold…making you start to unfocus from your workout,rubbing your thighs together trying to get some sort of friction on your poor clit.Abbys detailed muscled arms moving with such grace as she does her reps…sweat dripping down her arms…seeing those veiny forarms flex as she moves the bars…the bracelet filled wrists…the ring filled fingers…she does all of that while staring right at you...you start getting nervous with intense stare.All you can think about is what those hands and arms could do to you in such a place like this…little did you know your night at the gym would come out in a perfect ending.

now your leggings are pulled off one leg with your panties still having one side on thats pulled down to your mid thigh,your top pulled up showing your pretty perky titties,your nails are gripping into her shoulders while youre straddling on her muscular thigh riding her thick fingers.All you can think about is how did you even get here? but you could careless rn with the way shes treating you.You both are placed in a small gym room only used for classes but it has a perfect bench thats placed right infront of the mirror…being a perfect place for abby to see you.Your whining over and over again…this is all to much…the way shes talking down to you…the way her arms flex beautifully while gripping your right ass cheek while she has her other hand occupied in your creamy wet pussy.’What if someone walked in on us seeing you be such a slutty bitch on my fingers hm?’she said with her deep voice giving your ass a stinging slap…making you whimper…’you would like that shit wouldnt you?’ after she said those words your pussy clenched at the thought…you tuck your head into her neck that has the perfect musky scent…muffling your moans…you start to lightly kiss up her neck…she lightly sighs at the action.Bringing your head back up to kiss her but she rejects ‘you think girls that act like this deserve a simple kiss? thats not how it works baby.i want you to beg for it’ she said with a chuckle…tears start forming in your eyes as you whine…’p-please pleaseee’ dragging out your words barley being able to get anything out with the pleasure thats building within you.’one more time baby and say my name.’ she says…’please daddy,i wanna kiss you so badddd’ you said bitting your plump gloss smudge lips…she leans in kisses your lips lightly building it more into a makeout session with your letting out your pleasure harmonies in her mouth…her pearly clit pulses at this…she could almost cum on the spot but she holds herself back…reaching your hand down to her almost soaked black basketball shorts to rub her pussy,after seeing her slowly start to grind up to get some sort of friction on her clit…she groans lowly at this action…she slowly starts to grind herself in your hand…and just cant seem to stop…your pretty tattooed flower hand rubbing up and down,doing light circles with your three fingers is really starting to get to her…her fingers speeding up inside of your pussy…her fingers grounding that spongey spot inside…you moan loudly at this action…your free hand pulling her french braid to get her to look at you with that haze in both of yalls eyes…shes panting and wincing at your strong pull…your tounge licks at her tounge…swirling them around eachother…you lightly start to suck on hers while bobbing your head…your humming at her sweet taste…she tastes just like candy…you thought to yourself.You both getting off to eachother in such a dirty way…neither of you can stop…both of your climaxes on the tip of your tounges…she spreads your right ass cheek apart to get deeper in your pussy…’look at yourself in that mirror baby’ she pants…you turn yourself to the mirror…seeing that wet spot on her shorts…your face turns into a pout…you seeing your tear stained face…’look at that pretty dirty ass bitch in that mirror’ she said grinning at you…the way shes degrading you rn…is getting even closer to the edge…’youre gonna make m-me fuckin c-cumm’ you said with a sigh…abby is getting to her end too…your hand is starting to rub back and forth on her pearly pretty clit…you starting to grind yourself on her fingers with your clit lightly getting stimulated by her thigh…’were gonna cum at the same time,okay my love?’she said grinding her fingers into you deeper…she feels your hand starting to speed up on her clit rubbing figure 8 motions,trying to get both of you off at the same time…your clit bumps more and more till that knot snaps…’rightthere imcummminnnn’ you said with a loud pornographic moan…’s-shit i am too baby fuckkk mee’ abby said with her hips stuttering into your hand with a loud groan…both riding your high state of euphoria out with one another.

‘can i maybe get your number?’abby asks while watching you pull up your pants over your thick ass after seeing your white thong getting sucked up by your ass cheeks…shes trying not to get turned on again.

you look at her ‘hmmm sure’you said with a pretty pearly smile on your face knowing you just teased her.

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🕯️ — as long as you stand by me

ABBY ANDERSON X (FEMALE) READER

summary :

coming back from a long day among your patrol to the wlf base in seattle, you are counting every seconds you have left before finally hugging your girlfriend.

bumping into a lot more people than expected, many emotions filled your mind until abby's fingertips touch your skin and lead you to focus only on the sound of her voice.

this story contains explicit sexual content ; fic, 13.046 words.

Repositioning your bag on the back of your two shoulders, you came to slide your fists into your back exerting pressure on it, a sharp groan slipping from your lips as it cracked. Today had been a long day, you left before sunrise and returned shortly after sunset. You were hungry, but more than anything, you were thirsty, your water bottle emptied since this afternoon and the idea of gulping down the hundredth burrito of these months drying out your throat.

"Well everyone, thank you all for your good work today. We are counting on you to come back in the next few days with the same motivation, and don't forget to register the supplies that you have all been able to bring back individually." your patrol nodded, a quick 'yeah' coming out of your mouths. The vehicles moving away from you, you all headed for the entrance to the base. The daily work was finally over.

When you joined the WLF, you refused to join the armed side of the Seattle militant organization. It wasn’t because fear told you so, but because you didn't share the same vision about settling the disputes over the territory as Isaac does. From that moment on, you had entered your name in the list of patrols responsible for searching clear areas for anything useful back in the base. You were deeply satisfied with the items you found today, walking near what looked like an old daycare, you had managed to get your hands on many children's clothes, diapers, toys, and other items that had been visibly missing for the past few months.

"Hey Pat." you said softly to the man in charge of distributing the weapons of the WLF. "Hey. How was today ?" he replied with a nod. "We did walked in on a few Runners but, other than that, it was kind of quiet." you answered, a polite smile on your face. "Good to hear. Any good finds ?" you handed him your two pistols, nodding positively. "Guess I'm going to make some parents happy today." he let out a quick chuckle. "Even better. Have a good rest." he said while turning his back at you laying down your arms. "You too, Pat." you finished, walking towards the dinning hall.

After writing down all of your finds, you finally sat down on one of the benches in the huge room, a burrito in your hand, a heavy huff leaving your body. Elbows on the tables, you began to unroll your meal from the paper in which it was rolled up. "Thought you'd come say hello to me first, amiga." you heard whispered in your ear making you jump. "God, Manny ! Stop doing that." you laughed placing a hand on your chest. "Didn’t mean to scare you." he lied, a growing smirk on his face. "Yeah, you never do, pendejo." you joked, punching him gently in the rib.

Shortly after you started dating with Abby, Manny, her ride or die, became a very close friend. Before that, you only knew him by his name which you had already heard mentioned many times by women in the WLF on subjects that you sometimes wish you could erase from your memory. When you don't really know this character, he can seem irritating at first, always filled with sarcasm and never know when to stop joking around. But that must probably be one of the reasons the two of you became close so quickly, you were a bit like that too, very much less extroverted in return.

"Come take a seat, amigo." you offered him, your hand patting the free space of the bench you were sitting on. "Appreciate it sweetheart, but I just finished mine. I should rather go take a shower." he replied smiling at you. "Oh so you do take showers huh ?" Manny gently punched your shoulder as you chuckled. "Wait, are you seeing someone tonight ?" you asked, slightly frowning. "A gentleman never tells." he raised both hands in the air. "Mhm 'gentleman' my ass." you rolled your eyes.

Looking quickly around and behind Manny, you couldn't spot Abby among the crowd of people in the dinning hall. "Abby’s not with you ?" you asked concerned. "Nah, el amor de tu vida looks like she overdosed on those burritos. She headed directly to y’all bedroom. Well, according to her." he replied with a smirk on his face, his hand resting on your shoulder. "Right. Can't blame her." you concluded, trying to avoid his gaze now filled with innuendo. "Guess I wasn't the only one planning on taking a shower tonight, huh ?" Manny was patting you on the shoulder. "You really are unbearable, cabrón." you said looking exasperated while he looked like he was having the time of his life.

Taking your first bite of the taste you knew too well, you slapped his hand off your shoulder which earned you another laugh from him. "I like you too, amiga." he said softly. "Have a great night." he added, this time, surprisingly, without his familiar cocky tone. "Have a great one too, amigo." you returned his genuine comment, but still emphasizing on the 'great' part. You watched him walk away, smiling to yourself and shaking your head.

While you are eating, you realize that you gradually and definitively no longer had the feeling of seeing all those eyes pointed at you, only with a few exceptions. Abby is a big name in the WLF, the female symbol of strength, the strongest soldier among them, Isaac's greatest weapon, Abby was also a figure of the movement. When your relationship started, you two were quite reluctant to show yourselves to everyone, apart from the people who were close to you.

None of you doubt the strong bond you had, but indirectly announcing it to what seemed like the world to you was a huge deal for both of you. Everything happened naturally, each taking the time she needed so that the ease of being seen no longer poses a problem. It started with you two being openly inseparable, no matter where you went, Abby was your shadow, an inseparable pair. Then, Abby became more tactile, one of her hands always on you, whether it's on your shoulder that she would stroke with her thumb, or the palm of her hand that she delicately placed in the crook of your back to be able to tell you that she is following your steps.

One day, Abby decided she was ready to hold your hand in public and ever since, her fingers were always intertwined with yours, that is the day the stares started to get more and more insistent, as if their burning eyes were going to urge the two of you to walk up to the tables, hand in hand, shouting the official status of your relationship. You two felt that heavy pressure on you in any room you walked into, the loud whispers, the faces turning one after the other.

Manny had never bothered to stare back at the members of the WLF who allowed themselves to stare at you for too long, you had the opportunity to see him in action several times. You had heard him sigh curses under his breath, sometimes some in Spanish that you couldn't even understand. In those moments, you’d try to meet his gaze and you would give him a reassuring smile, he would take a deep breath and no longer pay attention to the surroundings, or at least he would act like it.

A few weeks after holding your hands, during a small event organized by a team of gardeners to celebrate the most abundant harvest of the year, Abby had grabbed your face between her hands and kissed you tenderly for the first time. It was obviously not your first kiss, far from it, but it was your first outside private walls. It happened so easily, so naturally, you couldn't help smiling that day there and notice the small smirk that Abby was wearing too.

It didn't happen during a specific moment. It was completely unexpected, and it was certainly what you liked the most about this one. When you asked Abby 'why ?', she simply replied, blushing, that 'you were really pretty when you smiled at her' and so she hadn't thought. She just did whatever popped into her head at that exact moment, not thinking about who might see you. Actually, it’s been a long time since Abby didn't care.

Following this event, everyone started to pay less attention to you. It seems that Abby's 'official declaration' was enough to satisfy the too pronounced taste of some to meddle in what does not concern them. Knowing that your relationship was now almost no longer the attraction of the residents lifted a weight off your shoulder. From now on, many were no longer interested about it and to your delight.

Finishing your snack, you would get up throwing the paper of it in a trash can on your way. Currently, you only had one idea and desire in mind and it was to finally be able to find your partner and the reassuring home that her arms were. Your feet were already starting to get tired of carrying you, and you were already feeling the satisfaction that was the sensation of the hot water inside the shower running down your so tense body.

Facing the door leading to the hallway of the bedrooms, you put your hand on the doorknob. "Hey !" you heard coming from behind, and turning around, you saw Owen. "Hi." you greeted him. "I was wondering, uhm…" he paused, looking you in the eyes, trying to finish his sentence. "How have you been ?" Owen asked smiling, crossing his arm over his chest. "Oh well, uhm, I've been doing alright. We both are doing alright actually. What about you ?" you asked back, turning your head slightly to the side.

Owen uncrossed his arms, shoving his hands into his front pockets. He looked tense, you didn't know if it was because of the situation, or because of your current relationship, or maybe both. "Oh that’s- That’s cool. Well, we're doing great with Mel too, a little stressed of course but, everything’s perfect so far." he answered. "Right, I heard there wasn't much time left for you and Mel before the big day. I'm glad there's only good news." you nodded, and he took a breath. "I, huh…" he tried to start. "I also wanted to let you know that in the past, I know that I haven't always done the right things with Abby-" he didn't have time to finish "Yeah." before you cut him mid sentence.

You could tell he didn't expect you to approve from the way his body froze as soon as you said that word. "Listen, I know what you're trying to say. What you did to her, what you had with Abby, it belongs to the past. Now she moved on. We both moved on. It's just better we keep it that way." you said as nicely as possible. "Right." Owen replied simply, looking around. "And I do appreciate the effort you made coming up to me." you smiled briefly.

As he began to take a step back, you remembered. "Oh and, by the way, returning from patrol, I was able to bring back several items for children and newborns. So, if you ever need something you can just go and give it a look." he turned his attention back to you, smiling softly. "Oh that's some great news. I'll for sure take a look. Thank you." he nodded. "It's a good decision you made, walking away from… this, with Mel. It'll be a very great start for the children." you finished. "Yeah I think so too. Well, good night." he concluded. "Good night." you answered, pressing the doorknob under your palm.

Taking the endless stairs, you reached the corridor of the bedrooms. Turning to your left, it was only a matter of seconds before you finally reached the place you had been missing all day, or rather the person you would find there. And there it was, door number 203, the door separating you from heaven. Your eyes stopped on the writing just below, 'Anderson Abigail, Alvarez Manuel', time had passed and you still hadn't made a move for the secretariat to register the name changes of the residents, you would do it later, you thought.

Knocking on the door in your special way to both of you, you opened it. "I'm home." you declared, puffing slightly from tiredness. "I'm in the bathroom !" Abby shouted from there. Heavily removing your shoes on the floor, you hastened to unload the weight of your bag from your back, tossing it gently aside by the handle. Heading to the small kitchen on your right, you noticed that the sink was empty, meaning that Abby had taken care of the dirty dishes as soon as she got home. Opening a cupboard door above you, you grabbed a glass, filled it with water and it made you feel like you were alive again, your dry organs certainly thanking you.

Putting the glass on the edge of the sink and washing your hands, you then followed the earlier indications of your lover. "May I come in ?" you asked hesitantly. "Of course." she replied, chuckling. As the door opened, a heavy wave of heat hit you in the face, a thin layer of mist having formed inside. "Hi, you." Abby greeted you with that sweet and purring voice of her.

"Hi, Abigail." you purred back, getting closer to her as she smirked at your calling. You took the time to look at her, no matter how many times you did, you were still so blown away. Coming out of the shower, she was only wearing a towel rolled up around her lower waist. Her hair, still tied up, were losing a few damp strands sticking to her face and along her neck. A few drops of water were still dripping from the top of her temple, crashing onto her collarbones. Her torso, bare, leaving you with a full view of her muscular shoulders, strong arms, pretty sculpted chest, abs as visible as if they were drawn on stone, and the top of her mesmerizing v-line, all glistening from the humidity of the room. Just the sight of this woman had you weaked on your knees, and that wasn't a single complaint.

"Come here." she opened her arms, sounding desperate. "I'd love that, but I'm literally covered in sweat." she rolled her eyes at your comment. "You think that would stop me ?" she asked rhetorically, raising her eyebrows. "Of course not. But there is no way that I'm dirtying this perfect clean body of yours." you affirmed, pointing at her. "Ugh, then come here and give me a kiss, at least." she whined, her arms still open in your direction.

Now almost pressed against her, she grabbed your face in her hands, caressing your cheek with one of her thumbs. As she pulled her face closer from yours, you slipped your hand to the back of her neck, both of you pressing your warm lips together with want. As she deepened the kiss, Abby's tongue asked for permission to enter. Opening your mouth, her tongue slipped inside, starting a fiery dance with yours. "I missed you, stinky." she chuckled, out of breath.

A bright giggling coming out of your throat, you placed one of her wet locks behind her ear. "I missed you too, pretty girl. A lot." you admitted, your gaze deep into hers, Abby smiled, her cheeks puffing out, one of the cutest things you could ever see. She took your hand in hers, brought it to her mouth and kissed your knuckles. "Now get into that shower, before you make me go insane." she urged, looking you up and down, refraining from hugging you, as you asked her. "Roger that, Captain." you joked, making her shake her head.

Getting rid of your clothes, raising your arms, you pulled your shirt over your head. Folding it in your hands, you threw it away - or rather missed it - next to the top of a basket in which both of you placed the dirty laundry to be cleaned in the common laundromats of the base. "Nice shot, LeBron." Abby retorted, eyebrows raising and slowly nodding her head. "I'm a natural." you replied cockily, sliding your hands down the top of your cargo pants, untying it.

Sliding it down your legs, you could feel Abby staring at you, and raising your head, your gaze met hers directly. She was leaning against the edge of the sink, leaning on her forearms against it, a little smile and burning eyes on her face. "Enjoying the view, I take ?" you chuckled quietly. "Well, I ain't complaining, am I ?" she answered in a low tone, once again looking you up and down before you let out a quite timid chuckle. Not looking away, you ran your hands behind your back, unhooking the clip of your bra.

Your top now completely bare too, Abby's eyes were burning hotter on you than before and a quick shiver ran up your spine, you wondered if she might have noticed. Your underwear being the last garment to join all the others, you could turn around and open the shower door right behind you, not missing Abby's stare remaining on you while doing so.

"So, how was your day going ?" you promptly started the conversation, her gaze risking to make you melt. "Pretty typical. We spent the day on the front line, haven't run into that much Scars though, and cleared a few houses." she stated as you applied shampoo to the palm of your hand, applying it to your hair. "Isaac's still putting you in front line even if you have been since the beginning of the week ?" a hint of angriness in your voice, you frowned while massaging your scalp. "A downside of being one of Issac's right-hand soldiers. I guess." she tried to say reassuringly, a frustrated groan leaving your lips.

You were so pissed off that Isaac hardly ever gave Abby a break. Always putting her here or there, when he was mostly in his office writing down the next list of convoys he would send to the front. He treated her like she was blessed with some kind of unlimited energy, which she also never complained about to him. Actually, no one would really complain about anything Isaac would say to him. You couldn't even remember the number of times you risked knocking on his door to ask him to be more understanding of her, but you wouldn't want to give Abby the image of the girlfriend who would complain to her boss about some tiredness that wasn't hers. You also trusted Abby about the fact that she wouldn't stay quiet if tasks came to encroach on your free time together.

"What about you ?" she asked swiftly, seeing you getting nervous about this. "Pretty typical too." you answered drily, only the image of Isaac snoring with his two feet crossed on his desk while she was the one risking her life outside in mind. "Meaning… ?" she was trying to get you to go on, make you think about something else. "Our patrol was sent to one of the areas yours had cleared two days ago, and we got pretty lucky on that one actually, even though we walked in on some Runners." you started, now cleaning your upper body. "How many ?" Abby was quick to respond, concern in her voice. "Don't worry, the patrol only reported 5 in total." you tried to reassure her.

Slightly moving your face under the shower head trying to get some soap off your face, you could now see her face down and hands firmly gripping the edge of the sink. "Still, it's my job to make sure you're safe out there. Dammit, I thought we cleared properly." she said hoarsely. "And I'm sure you did." you retorted, her face turning to look at you. "They're always on the move, day and night. Some may have passed by after you Abs, and you know it." you said in a confident tone, now cleaning your lower body. "You did a perfect job." you finished, smiling at her.

"Whatever." was all she managed to say, averting her gaze from yours and staring at the wall in front of her. "Please, don't be so hard on yourself Abigail." you sadly said. Your voice sounding woeful, she looked at you again, breathing slowly. 'Abigail', it was just her name and yet she felt like no one ever called her that every time you did. She could hear you repeat it for hours and still feel her heart pounding on her thoracic cage. "Did you find anything worthwhile there ?" she asked, trying to take her mind off what you stated earlier.

You turned around letting the water run through your hair, smiling and nodding. "Yeah, I got my hands on a bunch of really great stuff." a smirk could be seen on your face. "What about it ?" Abby asked, matching your joy. "I walked past an old daycare. From the outside it looked like it was in a horrible state, but on the inside it was as if it had never been looted before." you happily explained to her. "You're joking." she said enthusiastically. "I'm not !" you joked out, the water now cleaning your entire body.

"I was able to get my hands on toys, clothes, diapers, bibs, and by calling part of the patrol we were able to bring back a few strollers !" you were listing your finds, a big smile across your face. "Always knew my girl was lucky charm." Abby said, crossing her arms over her chest. You met her gaze, not saying anything, just smiling at each other. Now finally washed, you opened the shower door, Abby already leaning over to the towel holder, grabbing yours.

Your feet on the bathmat, you leaned back clutching your hair in your hands, the water splashing against the shower floor. "Here." Abby whispered tenderly, handing you the towel. "Thank you." you said back in the same tone. Wrapping yourself entirely in it, you thought about who you met in the dinning hall. "Speaking of it." you started, Abby looking in your eyes again. "I ran into Owen earlier. Right after eating." you informed her, her brows furrowing slightly. "Did he said something to you ?" she asked troubled. "Not at all. He started to give me some kind of an excuse about the behavior he had with you, well, before I stopped him." she hummed at your answer, a little bit reassured.

"But it wasn't a disturbing conversation. We had a quick chat about how well Mel was doing and I told him about today's finds." you finished, stopping rubbing on your now dry body. "So, everything's good ?" waiting for your answer, she seemed more relaxed. "Everything's good." you affirmed, placing your hand on her cheek, stroking it gently with your thumb. "Then what are you waiting for ?" you wondered what she was talking about before she opened her arms again.

Giggling like a kid, you jumped into her arms, wrapping yours around her waist. She pressed her cheek to yours, placing her head in the crook of your neck, breathing you in. Her lips brushing your skin, even after all this time, she still couldn't process the feeling of your skin against hers. You felt so honeyed, yet she was sure you felt her scratched. One of her hands moved to the back of your head, gently playing with your locks of hair. Her other hand came to detach the top of your towel that you had wrapped around your chest, leaving it hanging only at the bottom of your waist, just like her.

The little shiver that went through you due to the lost of the fabric around your naked body was quickly replaced by the warmth of her forearm passing around your waist and squeezing your side. The feeling of your two bare breasts pressed against each other was divinely indescribable, it could only be felt. So close, you could feel her heart beating against yours, the heat from her mouth dancing on your neck. Brushing your skin with her mouth, Abby still couldn't precess the tenderness of your skin. You were as pure as morning dew, as elegant as a rose that had just opened for the first time.

Abby longed to be able to be reborn, having a new body to give you, a gift that you could selfishly brag about being the only one to possess. Your touches offered her the home she had never had, came to comfort her in her darkest nights. How anyone other than her could boast of having found true love when you were right here in her arms. How so selfish could the brain be to pretend to be the heart by imprinting on her that old relationship path she had had with Owen.

Owen. A part of her still liked him no matter what he did, of course, he was the one present during the most traumatic moment of her life. She hated her brain, her brain that had trapped her in the trap of thinking they were made for each other, when you were the one she was born to be with. She always remained respectful towards him, she always felt like she owed him something because of what he had to go through with her. But sometimes, she fantasized about screaming in his face that a hole her heart had been sealed because she had found the right person for her, that only a single one of your smiles had given her more feeling than one of his acts towards her, that the feeling of your lips had erased all the hurt he had done to her.

She hated herself, it was no secret. But you gave her hope, hope that she could be more than who she was letting herself be. She wasn't seeing the shadow of a monster in your eyes, but the reflection of a broken and scared little girl hiding behind weapons and heavy armor to ensure that she had a strength strong enough to protect the child she was years ago. She hated you for that, she hated you for breaking down that solid wall she had taken so many years to build. You were the sunset on the plain, and she was the devastating hurricane.

You had truly seen in her, you had undressed her with your eyes the first time you had laid them on her, and she was so scared of it. Everything she thought she would never show, all her greatest fears, the darkest part of her soul, you laid it all out right in front of you, and she thought she would lose you. Yet, you were still there, by her side, admiring the sides of her that she hated, you took her hand and led her through it. Her broken parts never pushed you away, you spent so much of your time helping her put them back together one by one.

Sometimes she wondered if she really deserved you, you were an angel whose wings she was afraid to dirty, you were a petal that too strong a wind might break. When she hugged you, she did it as hard as she could, enough not to hurt you, and enough to keep her fear away. She was afraid that one day, you would fly away, you were too sweet to be true and one day, heaven will have to call for you back. But how could she ever let you go ? She couldn't and she wouldn't, may the wrath of the Gods strike if they want, you would stay right in her arms no matter what.

If heaven had a form, had a voice, had a smell, was even touchable, it could only be you. How could the world be so cruel to bring a soul like yours to this earth, during these times, during all possible times. She was ready to climb any mountain, cross any ocean, set the world on fire if necessary to protect you. Give her all your sorrows, all your fears, all your pains, she would endure them all for you without hesitation. Your heart was a treasure that she locked up in the highest fortress

You were the most restorative drug imaginable, and she wasn't about to get ride of her addiction. "I love you." you whispered in her ear, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "I love you too. I love you so much." she whispered back to you, her embrace growing stronger, your skins melting together. You backed up a bit, lifting her face with your hands, kissing her cheek. She brought her face forward, sealing your burning lips together with want. You tasted sugary, you tasted sweet, you tasted heavenly, you tasted delightful, you tasted hers, and it drives her crazy.

Her hand sliding below your breast, she ran her thumb over your nipple, enjoying the feel of it. A small gasp escaped your mouth, your hand breaking away from around her waist and tracing a long and tender path down her back. Abby started kissing the bottom of your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses. This time, you let out a loud moan that she covered with her mouth, both of you moaning into each others. Your hands running wild, you ran one of your hands around the back of her head, grabbing her hair, pulling it gently, making her groan. "Getting ourselves cleaned up just to go back to sweating so soon ?" you chuckled out of breath. "Tell me to stop." she said back, stopping the kisses that you already missed, looking at you, waiting for your answer that she already knew.

Not answering anything, you looked your gaze into hers, your eyes going from hers to her lips. Slowly and gently, you ran your thumb along her bottom lip, bitting yours. Abby quickly pressed her lips to yours again, this time in a more dominant way than the last. As her hands began to move down your waist, a familiar warmth began to form in your lower abdomen. Your back arched, your breasts rubbing against each other, your nipples hardening, feeling so much and not enough at the same time.

Her hands clinging to the top of the last piece of fabric covering you, she untied it, throwing it harshly to the floor, never breaking the kiss. Now completely naked, one of her hands came to rest on your hip brushing it with her thumb, the other caressing and gripping your butt. "Abby…" you were moaning her name like a song, or rather like a prayer. She hummed against your mouth, her name in yours sounding so right. Again, again, please just one more time, she thought, never wanting you to stop repeating it.

Detaching one of her hands from under your thigh, she opened the door almost knocking it against the wall. A small chuckle escaping your mouth at her actions so hasty, you took a moment to look at her. Her bewitching blue eyes, as clear as the pacific, in which you would be ready to let yourself sink. Even though you were already diving inside her soul, inside her being. You already let yourself sink blindly into her depths, so dark and narrow that you had yet managed to enlighten little by little.

You hadn't made the discovery of all these depths, you were certain of it. It was a work on oneself that took time, and you would let her take the time she needed. Trust was one of the most important things, it could be lost in a heartbeat. You trusted Abby and Abby trusted you, that's all you cared about. How could anyone need presents as proof of bonding, when all you needed was her comforting eyes upon you, whispering to you that she was ready to let you in.

What a sight for sore eyes that woman was. The most perfect piece of art you could work out all the details on, discovering new colors, new erasures, new meanings. Her strong nose, giving her face this silhouette so perfectly drawn that you could recognize it even after the sun went down. Her precious freckles, mostly focused on her cheekbones and her nose, decorating her face like millions of stars in a summer sky. Her long and soft hair smelled like summertime too, a scent of freedom that you could wrap around the tip of your finger.

Gently guiding your back on what you both managed to make a bed of (consisting in two single beds pushed together and connected by a two-seater mattress in the middle), Abby started a new trail of kisses always going even lower. Not missing a single piece of your skin, she kissed your body like as if it was the first and last time. Every place his mouth passed, you thought a flower might grow there, taking fertilizer from the sweetness of her touches. Once again, it was just you and her, did the world really existed before she touched you ? Was it just your imagination ? Were the knocks on the door your brain playing tricks on you ?

The feeling of Abby's lips dancing on your skin stopped, pulling you out of the bubble you had both locked yourself in. Gently lifting yourself up on your elbows, her hands still on you, her focus was now on the door from across the room. Blinking slowly, wondering, you followed her eyes which stared at the doorknob. Her breath having stopped, she remained motionless above you. You were beginning to understand that the knocks weren't ultimately coming from your head playing with you, because she had probably heard them too.

"Stay quiet. They'll leave." Abby whispered in a barely audible voice. None of you took your eyes off the door, waiting to hear some footsteps meaning that the person right behind it was finally walking away. Instead, you heard even louder and longer knocks, but still no one was talking on the other side. Abby was getting impatient, the air escaping her nose getting louder, eyebrows furrowed. It took a third start of knocking against the wooden material for you to shout audibly.

"Coming !" you said, placing your palms on Abby's forearms to help you get up out of bed. Quickly, you grabbed the first clothes you saw stretched out on the blue railing above the small steps separating the part of the bed and the living room. Jumping into your pants, you attempted to rearrange your hair appropriately. Abby on the side was visibly irritated about being pulled out from the intimate and tender little paradise she had managed to create, and so were you.

"It better be an emergency." you heard her grumbling and mumbling behind you. You made your way to the door, wondering who could be knocking on your door at this time of night. Much more slowly, you heard Abby putting the first layer of clothing on her, because between the two of you, she was the one most likely to be called at such a late hour, and if so, she was not about to let it pass when she would come back. Turning the handle and opening the door, you were much more surprised at who you opened the door to. "What-" was all you managed to say, still not processing how he presented himself to you rather than why he had to come here, right now.

Manny was there. Well, Manny stood there, half-naked, hair messy, and wearing nothing but a boxer. Apparently, he hadn't prepared a single speech from where he was to get to you, only giving you a wobbly smile realizing the strange situation he had just put himself in. "If you came here for some kind of weird sex offer, I already have everything I need." you said mockingly, a quick giggle following your sentence due to the improbability of whatever was happening here.

Because of what you were saying, you could hear Abby's movements rushing as she headed for the door with more motivation. "Ha, very funny, payasa. I need some help." he teased with that name, the door swinging open fully leaving room for Abby by your side pulling the door open. "Manny ?" she too was surprised by the visit of her friend. "And I actually need your help, Abs." he said, pointing at her, now leaning against the door, his cocky attitude taking over.

"What is it." she asked, rolling her eyes in a friendly manner. "I was about to ask mi amigo Pat if he could sneak me the keys to one of the cars, but he had already left when I arrived. So, I came over to ask if you could give me the emergency car key Issac gave you." he asked her, one of his big 'Manny smile' across his face. "Are you already planning on going to your 'place' again ?" she asked him, astonished.

"Can't say anything." he chuckled, raising his hands in the air as usual. "Where is she now ?" Abby asked, sliding her head down the hallway peering at it. "In the shower. My roommate should be here soon, so I told her to get in before we left. And I wish I could get back before she got out." he explained, smirking. Abby didn't answer, she just turned around with a long sigh, going to bring him what he was looking for.

"You really are something, Manny." you told him, not hiding your amusement at the situation. "You'll be so bored without me, amiga." he said, both of you laughing. A few seconds later, Abby came back, holding the keys, handing them to him. "Here." she whispered to him. But before Manny could even grab them, she closed her palm, raising it in the air. "Lose them, get caught, I'll kill you, pendejo." she said in an amused but serious voice. "Come on Abs, you know me." he replied in the same tone. She hummed at his comment, dropping the keys in his hand, not taking her eyes off him. "That's why." she finished, crossing her arms around her chest.

"Thank you, Abs." he told her, meaningful. "Hope she's worth having you whispering some Spanish in her ear." you said to Manny, tease in your voice. While Abby couldn't stop laughing at what you just said to him, Manny gave you a dazed look. "How- Oh, I see. No secrets between the lovebirds, huh ?" he said looking at you both, raising his eyebrows. "You called it." Abby answered, not feeling a bit disturbed by his calling.

Slowly, he frowned, a satisfied smirk lying on his lips. And just by the look on his face, you knew he was about to say something back, taking Abby's unbothered attitude as a challenge. "Speaking of, y'all took a year opening the door to me and by the look of you, it seems that I won't be the only one whispering some Spanish in someone's ear tonight." a cocky smile covering is mouth, Manny looked delighted about Abby's now astounding face.

Raising her arm and resting her palm against his shoulder, Abby pushed Manny back, giving him everything he wanted. "Get lost, cabrón." she sighed, a heavy giggle coming from him. "Well, thank you señoras for the hand, and have a delightful night." he ended, making two finger guns with his hands, stepping away. "Bite me." Abby retorted. "See ya, amigo." you said at the same time. Abby closing the door completely, locking it, you could hear Manny's giggles in the hallways while she was doing so.

"I can not believe it." she sighed, shaking her head. "That was… entertaining ?" you were looking for the right word, still laughing softly. "He'll be the death of me someday." she said, already throwing her cargo pants on the railing. "But the show's quite worth it, right ?" you answered ironically, following her moves. "Depends on what time he chooses to do it." despite her little smirk, you could see she was still annoyed.

"On the bright side, at least, it wasn't a duty call." trying to reassure her, you also took off your shirt, only the underwear you had put on quickly still on you. She hummed at your comment, eyes resting on your chest once again. "Also, he didn't make me change my mind." you said in a soft voice, her eyes rising from your breasts to yours. Slowly moving towards you, never breaking eye contact, Abby stopped inches from your face, from there, you could feel her warm breath hitting your face, your lips.

"Did you ?" you whispered on her lips, your eyes still in hers. "Never." she whispered back, teasing you with her mouth. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt remaining on her, you lifted it over her head, throwing it away somewhere, followed by her sports bra. Putting her hands on your hips, she pushed you against her, kissing you passionately. Wrapping your arms around her neck, she lifted you off the floor again as she walked you down the small bedroom steps.

Falling with you on the mattress, she placed herself between your legs, her hand now resting on your cheek dominating the kiss. Sliding her lips against yours, you let a gasp escape which she took advantage of to slide her tongue inside your mouth, playing with yours. Turning your head slightly, you started tugging her hair a little again, knowing she loved it without her having to tell you about it vocally, the short moans and groans she made telling you enough.

If her heart had to stop beating, she wished it would happen here and now, what an exquisite perfect way to die, she thought. Her lips against yours, her puzzle pieces were all stuck together, the world had stopped spinning, but she just managed to find her own balance. What an unpleasant inconvenience oxygen could be, if she had the choice, she could never resolve herself to pull pull away. But she didn't care, if she had to kiss you until asphyxia to be satisfied, she would gladly do it.

"My pretty girl." Abby breathed out, letting you catch your breath, kissing down to your neck. Lips quivering, your moans sounded like hisses, and she knew where to touch you to get her favorite symphony. "You're perfect." she continued, taking the time to watch your chest inflated and deflated with difficulty, your breathing jerky. Abby's worshiping words came out of her so easily, and she loved seeing how much it riled you up, because she meant every single words she was saying.

Her sloppy kisses reaching your collarbones, you lifted your head to look at her, her eyes doing the same. Pausing, you exchanged a moment of silence corrupted by your heavy breaths, before Abby moved towards one of your breasts. Taking it in her mouth, she started sucking it carefully, sometimes circling around your nipple with her warm tongue. Mouth parted, your sounds were clearer and louder, and she was being agonizingly cautious.

When she was satisfied with her work, she came putting the other one in her mouth, repeating the same delicious torture. "Please." you begged, your eyelids slowly closing. Her hand came to grab your unoccupied breast with her mouth, squeezing it gently, rubbing your hard nipple. When she thought she had done enough, her other hand came to replace her mouth too, your breasts in both of her hands, her trail of kisses continued from the space between your breasts down to your belly, the fire in your lower abdomen growing stronger.

Now focusing on your pelvis, her hands descended there, caressing your body as they did so, forearms coming around your thighs, stabilizing you. Leaving butterfly kisses left and right, her cheeks were rubbing against it like slow waves. The more she was going down, the more you had the impression of not knowing how to breathe, as if something was blocking your throat. A puff of hot air coming from her mouth hitting your clit, you directly opened your eyes wide, meeting hers.

Dilated pupils, they were filled with want. She was the animal and you were the prey, only one thought filled her mind, and it was to taste you. Not moving an inch, she was waiting for you, wainting for your consent, and you knew she wasn't going to do anything without it. "Please, Abigail." you said in a weak voice, and she tried to put aside in a corner of her head the effect that you calling her name had on her in this position. " 'Please' what ?" she retorted, not wanting to mess around, just wanting to hear you say it clearly.

"I'm yours." you told her, confident. That earned you a jolly and satisfied smirk, Abby licking her bottom lip. Getting off the bed, knees on the ground, she pulled you gently against the edge of the mattress, your butt at the limit. You were already a mess, already staining the sheets, much to the delight of Abby who came licking at your inner labia, licking up the wetness between your folds. "Oh-" was all you were able to say, losing control, your head falling back, you started moaning loudly.

"Yes-" you whined, hand in her hair again. Her tongue on you sending millions of chills through your body, your back was already arching for more, you wanted more, you needed more. "More- Please." you breathed out, your hips moving, craving it. Humming at you, Abby she raised your pelvis a little, her forearms still surrounded your thighs which she was now placing on her shoulders, spreading your legs further apart.

Taking two of her fingers, she slowly spread your wet folds. When you finally felt her tongue rocking against your clit, your grip on her scalp tightened, your muscles vibrating. "Fuck ! Abby-" she moaned at the sound of her name, already enjoying herself knowing that you were, it sent vibrations on your clit and you felt your heart racing, banging against your rib cage, risking to come out through your mouth already so wide open under only the beginning of her efforts.

The pace growing faster seconds by seconds, you struggled to keep your body in place. Abby tightening her grip on your thighs to keep you from accidentally pulling off, her face sinking deeper between your legs. "I- Fuck ! Fuck-" you no longer had the idea of holding back in mind, you simply couldn't do so. Sucking at it, she was hungry of you, and Abby never could have imagined that her favorite meal would end up being the one she would find between your legs. Making harsh circles around your clit with her tongue, she couldn't get enough of the obscenely cute loud noises coming out of your mouth.

You tasted so hers, and if the whole stadium needed to hear you to know it, then she would let them know. The thrilling idea of marking you as hers, more than she already had, making you scream out of pleasure begging her not to stop so loudly that the whole base could hear you, making sure that everyone who stared at you for too long don't even dare to meet your gaze anymore, knowing they couldn't even compare to how only the tip of her tongue could make you feel, it made her fantasize.

Abby was pulled out from her thoughts as she felt your hips rolling against her face, as she felt you riding her face shamelessly. Do it the way you want it, do it the way you need it, do it the way you crave it, she thought. She loved you like that, trying to regain control, wanting more because it was just overwhelmingly good. Your hand was pushing on the back of her head, as if she could be even closer than she already was. But she was going to do it, she was going to give you more, she was going to wrecked you.

Burying her face in you, she ate you out like it was the last time she'd get a taste of the greatest lust, yours. She could stay between your thighs all night, all month, all year, hoping she could build a second home right here. Your thighs squeezing uncontrollably around her head, crushing her ears, told her you wouldn't mind either. Getting deafened by your leg muscles, the topic came back to her mind, and she would also like having to take her last breath here, compressed between your pleasure so hard to contain that you forgot all good manners.

"Oh God-" she barely heard you say, too concentrated and her hearing temporarily confiscated. "Fuck- Yes- Yes !" your vocabulary could only be summed up in these words, you couldn't think anymore, you could barely even know where you were. Abby not slowing down once, your pelvis thrusts still going strong, you could feel it coming any moment. Abby's focused growls at you grew louder as your legs were threatening to let go of you.

Suddenly, a wave of intense pleasure shot through your body, shaking every limb of it like an explosion, your muscles no longer holding you. "Fuck !" escaped from your mouth, your legs shaking and your pelvis convulsing in Abby's mouth who continued to rock her tongue against your clit following your orgasm. Moaning loudly, you bite your bottom lip as what felt like delightful fireworks exploded inside your all being. Nothing come close to the height that Abby drove you every time you were intimate, every time you were making love.

"Abby…" you whined, a back feeling of overstimulation starting to set in. Slowing down her pace, she started drinking your flowing juice, sucking it noisily as if it was a ripe summer fruit. After collecting the wetness of your folds with her tongue, giving space to your clit, letting you come to your senses after the earth shattering orgasm she just gave you, she kissed it, making you gasp. "So good." Abby whispered. "You did so good for me, beautiful." Stroking her scalp with your hand, she placed butterfly kisses around your stimulated area, caressing your thighs with her thumbs and putting small pecks on them too.

"Come here." you mumbled, gently pulling her by the hair. Abby still dropping a quick peck on your belly on the way, you pulled her into a deep and profound kiss, slightly testing yourself on her lips, opening your mouth and intertwining your tongues. She grabbed your face in her hands, placing a first kiss on your forehead, a second on the tip of your nose, and a last one on your cheek. "Gorgeous." she breathed out, puppy eyes and shy smile.

Giggling shyly, your hand came to rest on her cheek, stroking it softly, locking your eyes with hers. "I love you." you whispered to her like a secret as she pressed her cheek against the palm of your hand. "I love you more." she answered in the same tone. "Don't try to make me mad." you chuckled, squinting your eyes. Abby shook her head, a light giggle escaping her lips as she came to rest her lips on yours again.

Your fingertips caressing her back, she straightened up, lowering her hand to your hip. "More ?" she asked, her thumb stroking it. "I'd like that." you affirmed, nodding. Back at kissing your neck again, Abby ran her hand over your hip behind your lower back, shifting your position. Approaching the edge of the bed, she sat down on the end of the mattress, you on top, leaning on your shins, legs spread on both sides of hers.

Your palms placed on the space between her shoulders and her neck, you deepened the kiss while her muscular arm came to surround your waist, preventing you from falling back, the other resting on your bent thigh. Chests pressed like this, you could feel the start of your sweats mixing, every single one of your nerves reacting to the touches you exchanged, preparing to receive the most intimate stimulation.

Even though Abby's arm provided enough pressure to keep you balanced, sometimes you would forget that it was there because of her light embrace. No matter how many times she touched you, how many times she hugged you, how many times you were making love, she always felt like she could break you at any moment. She always touched you like you were made of sugar, and she always saw herself as an impostor who didn't deserve to lay her hands on something as sweet as you.

But deep down, you hoped she could crush you, be so close to her that you couldn't tell which part was your body and which part was hers. The closest was never enough, you both needed more, needed your bodies, your skins, your flesh, and your bones to be only one. But you were too soft and too pure for that, she thought. You were as thin as satin and Abby as sharp as a knife, and she wouldn't allow herself to risk crumpling the most precious material.

Feeling her hand moving from your hip to the heat between your legs, a small whined escaped your lips directly into her ear. Kissing your cheek, she put a finger on your clit and she felt you shiver at the touch. Making slow circular movements on it, she was whispering in your ear how good you felt against her. When your hips started moving too, she understood your body asking for more, your arms wrapping around her neck.

She dragged her finger down and bit her bottom lip at the even more noticeable sensation of your wetness. "Fuck, you're soaked." she purred, hearing you respond with another moan. Slowly, she entered a first finger in you, making you whimpering and burying your head in the crook of her neck. She let you ride her finger in a slow pace, taking the time to adjust yourself as needed, your heavy breathing on her neck, she waited for your indications.

"More…" you tilted your head to tell her, whispering. Feeling your hole stretching as she added a second finger inside you, the arms you had placed behind her neck came to rest behind her back, your nails gently digging into her back. "Alright ?" she still asked. "Yeah." you breathed out, pressing your cheek to hers. Continuing to ride her fingers, your movements quickly became faster. "Want me to start moving ?" she asked again, stroking your ribs with the thumb of her arm around your waist.

You hummed in answer, slowing the movement of your hips as you felt her fingers moving inside you. "Fuck-" you moaned, her fingers moving faster. The sound of her fingers going up and down filled the room, and you felt the beginning that pleasant warmth begin to spread through your body once more. "Faster." you said, tightening your arms behind her back. Doing as you asked, Abby moved her fingers faster, hitting the right spot she knew all too well now.

She loved giving you what you wanted, following orders you moaned in her ear, be in control of the exact pleasure you were looking for. You had her on his knees, but in those moments she was the one taking control, and it's not because you were telling her how to do it that the roles were reversed, because she was the one that would be giving it to you so good. She stole you from yourself, because you knew she would give you more than you could give to yourself, make you feel so much more with a kiss on your skin than you could by touching yourself alone in your bed.

"Yes- Yes-" you whined, fingers sinking deeper into her skin. The heat in your lower abdomen getting stronger, you only needed a little more. "Ha- Harder." you moaned, moving your hips on her fingers again. Now pounding inside of you, Abby's groans followed your whimpers. "Fuck !" you cried out, your body shaking by her comings and goings. "Come on. Come on." she started whining under you, fingers never slowing down.

"Fuck- I'm cumming- I'm cumming !" you repeated, your face burying itself in her neck, biting it. "I know baby, I know." she answered every time, merciless fingers still pounding inside you. Trembling legs, you couldn't keep still, feeling your orgasm getting closer. Abby noticed it and tightened her grip around you, allowing you to put all your weight on her. Your orgasm exploding inside your body, you lost all control of your muscles, your face automatically falling back, mouth wide open, loudly crying and moaning shamelessly at the mind-blowing pleasure running along every part of your body. "There you go." Abby whispered. "I got you. I got you." she continued, her arm helping moving your hips against her fingers.

As she helped you going through your orgasm, you felt something else coming. "It's- Too much-" you tried to articulate, overstimulation taking over. You felt Abby slowing down the pace, kissing your collarbones. "It's okay, I got you." she said between her kisses, her fingers coming out of you slowly. Gasping at the loss, your head bowed, meeting her eyes. Still pressed against her, heavily breathing, you watched her bring her fingers covered in your juice to her mouth, licking around them as she kept eye contact the entire time.

You bit your bottom lip at the sight, your hand coming to rest on her cheek, stroking it. When she finished cleaning them off, you brought her face closer for a passionate kiss. Tasting yourself on her lips, her tongue slid over yours, making you open your mouth and letting Abby explore it for as long as she wanted. When the air ran out in your lungs, she had to pulled back, the sound of a deep and wet smack following the separation.

"What about you ?" you asked softly, placing a lock of hair behind her ear. "What about me ?" she answered rhetorically, chuckling a little. "Would you like me to touch you ?" you said clearer, her smile letting you know that she was looking for this invitation. "I'd like that too, yeah." she whispered, her hand returning on your still bent hip. "Do you know what you would like ?" you asked again. "Oh I know exactly what I want." her smirk speaking for her, she flipped you on your back, hands on both sides of your head.

Between your legs, Abby grabbed to top of her boxer and started pulling it down, your hands coming to help her pulling it all the way, throwing it behind her. Now that she was leaning on her shins too, taking a look at you, you didn't bother doing the same. What you were seeing was the perfect definition of a dream, a dream no one could believe was real unless they saw it for themselves, and you also always wondered if she was really here, if she was really real.

Having now more visibility than just her perfect facial features, you took the time to fully admire her, each parts of her body. Her strong neck where you liked to place kisses so much, followed by her well defined upper trapezius that shivered every time you ran your fingers over it. Her muscular shoulders and arms, a few vains running through them and flexing with each of her movements, a true strength she only used to massage the length of your body when you came home tired from your day.

Her alluring hands, her thick fingers, a gift that must have been sent to you from above. Her small, muscular, and so perfectly defined breasts, so soft to the touch that the feeling could seem unreal. Her mesmerizing abdomen, abs as if drawn by an artist, her devine v-line going down to her delightful and wet pussy. Her powerful legs, athletic thighs which she had no problem concentrating her strength into when she amused herself carrying you over her shoulder while you giggled around the apartment.

It was impossible to think of a single problem from the outside when all the solutions were spread over different corners of her body. It was obvious that Athena and Aphrodite had spent endless nights shaping it, making her features their most perfect work of art. You couldn't believe she was yours, yours to see, yours to touch, you were just an ordinary human and she clearly wasn't. She was a magnet that you would never complain you couldn't walk away from, because you were always as excited to see her in her most natural state as a child seeing the first snowfall.

Bending forward, you placed your hands on her hips going up and down, before she gently pulled them away from her, intertwining her fingers with yours, a loving gaze in your eyes. "I have something else in mind. I think you'd like it too." she said, leaving you wondering. Her hand coming to slip behind your back, she lifted you slightly, laying you down in the correct direction of the bed, right in the middle of it.

Sitting in front of you, mirroring your position, spreading her legs, you understood what she meant right away and your heart was starting to race with excitement again. Bringing your two pelvis closer, she came to sit on one of your thighs, taking your other leg placing it on her shoulder. "Are you feeling comfortable with this ?" she asked you with a serious look, her palm going up and down on your thigh resting on her shoulder.

"Couldn't be better." you answered biting your lower lip, excitement running through your veins. "Perfect." she whispered quickly. Closing the space between you, your wet folds melting against each other, a gasp escaped from your mouths. "Fuck…" Abby said under her breath. Feeling all the effects that pleasing you had on her directly on your skin made you thrilled, she felt so good against you, the heat coming from between her thighs bumping into your skin making you roll your eyes.

Slowly, Abby started rolling her hips against yours, both you wetness intertwining, you let out a satisfied sigh. You followed her rhythm, your clits rubbing against each other, both of you shivering at the first touches. The sound of your two bodies moving together was pure melody in your ears, and so was the moans and groans coming out of her mouth. "You feel so good." you moaned out, pulling yourself up on your forearms for a better view of your bodies.

"So do you." she whined back with a small chuckle. A few drops of sweat trickled down Abby's chest from her earlier efforts, those of now surely not going to slow them down. You could see the wetness of both of you making a link between your two bodies every time she pulled back between each thrusts. With each time she rolled against you, your moans grew louder and louder, and the mere sight of your pressed clits reigniting that familiar flame in your belly.

Speeding up the pace, you both started rubbing faster, the thrusts becoming more intense. "Oh- Yes-" Abby groaned out. "Lay back." you said softly, making her look at you. Listening to your words, she put herself in the same position as you, taking support on her forearms, thrusts never stopping. Both your moans now even louder filling the room, you held out your hand to her. Smiling at you, she grabbed your hand making an audible clap, your bodies held in balance thanks to this embrace.

The thrusts getting stronger and faster, Abby and you started to feel your legs starting to shake. Taking a look at her, you saw her staring where your bodies met, biting her lip, enjoying the stimulation as much as you. Her muscles flexed every time she rolled against you, her abs sweating, mouth agape, gritting teeth, she was a delightful sight. Her thick thighs slapping against yours, the divine sensation of her wet folds, you knew it was only a matter of seconds.

"I- I'm-" she tried to say, failing to finish her sentence. Taking the hint, you straightened up a bit, now only relying on one of your outstretched arms on the bed, giving you more strength in your movements. You speed up your thrusts, making her throw her head back on the mattress, breasts bouncing, moan mouth wide open. Strongly rubbing your body to hers, you smirked to yourself at the sight of her face, his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed, she wasn't going to last long.

"Fuck !" Abby cried out, her hand tightening yours. Her whole body froze as her hips suddenly spasmed harshly, her orgasm running through her, Abby thought she was going to lose her mind. Still not slowing down, you moaned as you lead her through it, gently stroking her thigh with your thumb. When she opened her eyes, sighing, you knew she had enough, and you slowed down your hips until it stopped, not wanting the overstimulation to take over her.

"God, that was amazing." she breathed out, shyly smiling at you. "You look so beautiful like this." you replied in the same tone. "Like what ?" she asked amusedly, raising an eyebrow. "Wrecked." you said with no hesitation, a little smirk growing on your face as she chuckled under her breath. She took a moment to look at you, entirely, and so did you. The eyelids tighter than before, the strands of her hair messy around her head, the sweat running down her body, her stomach inflating and deflating with all the deep breaths she took, the prettiest woman you have ever seen.

Both recovered enough to catch a proper breath, Abby locked her eyes in yours, smirking. "Tell me…" she started, her palm stroking your thigh. "I almost sent you over the edge earlier, and I was wondering if I could finish what I started." she purred, licking her bottom lip. A shy and quick giggle came out of your mouth, your hand coming to place a lock of hair behind your ear. "If you think you'll be able too." you joked, smiling.

"Oh I know I will." she chuckled back, carefully lifting one of the legs over hers, closing them, your muscles relaxing. Shifting her body on top of you, she kissed your cheek, then your mouth, her forehead resting on yours. As you ran your fingers through her hair, she came to place her mouth next to your ear. "Your thighs feels really… soft, and I think they'd feel even better around my face." she whispered, and you could feel her smile when she spoke.

Another shiver running through your body at her words, you turned your head a little trying to hide the blush rising on your cheeks. "If you're okay with this, of course." she whispered, using her finger to turn your head towards hers again. You gently wrapped her hand around hers, kissing her knuckles, gazing at her tenderly. "Sounds pretty good to me." you said, approaching your face to put your lips on hers, feeling her smile against your mouth.

Reaching her hand behind your back, she turned you around, shifting your positions, placing you on top of her. Sitting on her hips, she put her hands on your thighs, and you leaned in to kiss her again. Quickly, her hands came to rest on your butt, squeezing it, slightly pushing it forward. Following her silent request, you moved in the direction of where she wanted you by leaning on your calves, breaking the kiss so you can comfortably fold your legs in and spread your thighs on both sides of her head, putting your weight back on your outstretched arms, a little anxious about dropping your weight on her like this.

She noticed the uncertainty in your eyes, her hands now sliding along your ribs. "What is it ?" she asked gently. "Are you, uhm, sure about this ?" you answered, concern in your voice. "Of course. I wouldn't have asked you otherwise." she reassured you, seeing a small smile growing on the corner of your lips. "Now come sit on my face." she continued amused, squeezing your ribs. Your quiet giggles stopped immediately the moment her lips touched your wet folds, and her nose your clit.

"Fuck-" you moaned out, your head falling back. You felt Abby's hands grow heavy on your thighs, telling you that you had nothing to worry about, and you stopped holding back, letting yourself fall around her face. You felt her strong arms now wrap around your thighs, holding you firmly in place. Looking down to catch a glimpse of discomfort on her face, you actually met her hungry eyes, staring at you with sin, waiting impatiently for you to start moving.

Slowly beginning to roll your hips on her face, her tongue came to rest between your wet folds, licking up your wetness, her strong nose bumping on your clit every time. Already feeling the unfinished stimulation from earlier, a deep moan came out of your lungs. You didn't wait long before accelerating, wildly riding her face, Abby's moans telling you that she loved what you were doing, that she loved feeling you having no manners on the tip of her tongue.

Her tongue now between your folds, her face moving between your thighs while she was eating you out, your clit rubbing firmly against her nose from the pressure she exerted on your thighs, you might have been ashamed of the sounds coming out of your mouth if you weren't totally focused on the pleasure Abby was making you feel right now. "Oh my God-" you cried out, feeling your limit approaching much faster than you thought.

Groaning against you, the sounds she provided went straight to your core, making you gasp. "Abby-" you tried to say, unsuccessfully. She understood that you were about to completely fall apart around her face, and she amplified her movements. Her tongue rocking, her mouth harshly sucking, and her nose hardly bumping against you, she was giving you even more than you thought you were capable of receiving.

"Oh my- Fuck !" you almost screamed, your fingers clutching the sheet under you. You felt your orgasm hit you faster than the previous ones, your hips uncontrollable spasms around her face that your thighs were squeezing tightly. Abby didn't stop, eating you out and sucking at your juice until you couldn't even remember your own name. Leading you through your orgasm, she was moving your hips against her mouth, an indescribable pleasure shaking your entire being.

"Abby." she heard you calling, telling her to slow down before the feeling gets too much. Slowly releasing the pressure she was exerting on your thighs, you backed up a little placing yourself on her chest, letting her take a proper breath. "Oh my God." you constantly repeated, your mind somewhere else after everything that she made you feel. Her little strockings on your thigh brought you back to reality, your face lowering to look at her again.

A shiver ran through your body when you saw the bottom of her face, glowing and completely covered by your wetness. "See, told you you'd like it." she breathed out, trying to catch her breath, smirking at you victoriously. You wish you were able to answer, tell her how much you loved it, how good she was, but you couldn't do it, you felt like you had lost the use of speech, so instead, you only gave her a weak smile, breathing hard.

Even though you were ashamed about the fact that you couldn't tell her what was going through your mind, Abby was even happier that you couldn't answer, knowing that she did so good that you couldn't even answer a simple question. Waiting for you to recover a little, she carefully moved you and laid you down on your back, kissing your forehead. "My beautiful girl." she whispered in your ear, kissing your temple.

Minutes passed and you managed to breathe properly, even though Abby had such a better cardio than yours and spent most of her time working out, you were still amazed at how easily she recovered so quickly. Currently, you were on your back with Abby just above you, one arm around your waist and one leg over your waist while you stroked the top of her head. "You made me feel so good." you finally managed to say, making her raise her head to look at you.

She gave you one of those smiles you loved so much, the one that made her cheekbones lift and her eyes squint and you had to restrain yourself from squeezing her cute cheeks in your hands and kissing her so hard you might break them. "Then I'm really happy about that. You also made me feel really good too, you know." she said, stretching her hand towards your cheek, pulling you close and kissing you with tenderness and passion.

It was so complicated for you to describe the relationship you had with Abby, it was so easy but yet no words could come close. As soon as she puts her hand on you, it's as if the world enveloped you in a warm bubble, a small paradise running on the tip of her fingers. You never would have thought that being held close against someone could feel so close to home, and that only one of their embraces could make you travel into the depths of your own heart.

Her body felt so good against yours, not just because her skin was the softest you had ever touch, but because it was like you were born to find her, fashioned so that your every heartbeat sounds better against each other. How desolating to think that while some people were simply fucking, while you get to make love, collapsing your souls together, sharing a so sinful pleasure but yet so pure. Weaving a bond so complex to explain that it would push scientists to resign, so beautiful that it would push poets to burn all their writings. It was just her and you, time no longer existed and the world only revolved for you two.

Pulling her lips away from yours, Abby locked her gaze in yours. "I love you, Abigail." you breathed out, brushing your finger over her bottom lip, calling her name making her heart skip a beat. "I love you too, more than anything." she replied, her hand on your cheek, stroking it gently. You traced a path with your finger from her mouth to her chin, her neck, her collarbones, her shoulder, unconsciously stopping on a recent scar on it. Feeling your heavy gaze there, knowing what you were looking at and what you could be thinking, she tenderly grab your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers, and finally coming back to your senses, your focus shifted back to her eyes.

A few weeks ago, Abby's patrol was taken by surprise by a small group of Scars on their way home, some members didn't make it back to the base and Abby returned with an arrow in the shoulder. That day again, you were even more panicked than her and she must have reassured you hundreds of times that it wasn't that much of a big deal and that she would be fine. Now looking at each other with empathy and reassurance, you pulled your intertwined hands up to your mouth, kissing her fingers. "We'll be okay." the words skipped out of your mouth, whispered like a promise.

You didn't really know why you decided to say those words, because after all it wasn't the kind of thing that people said to each other in this world, probably because they made more sense in your heart. You didn't regret them though, you meant them, because as long as she was there your heart had a home to go to, as long as she was there your sorrows would find their cures, as long as she was there you would never be alone, as long as- "As long as you stand by me." Abby told you, squeezing your hand in hers.

You looked at her silently, your eyes exchanging words that no mouth could transcribe, breathing at the same time. Lifting her head by your finger, you placed a kiss on her forehead, her nose, and then on her lips, her hand going to the back of your head, deepening the kiss. That was it, the world could catch fire, the mountains could crumble, the oceans could overflow, you would always find each other, wait an eternity for one to come back.

Out of breath, you both pulled back with a wet smack. "Not tryna ruin the moment but, we should probably get cleaned up." she requested, kissing your collarbones. "Yeah... I feel like my muscles have melted away. Your skin feels so warm and soft." you breathed out, making invisible drawings with your finger along her shoulder again. "If we don't go now, we might fall asleep. Besides, I never said I couldn't take you there." she said, a playful smirk on her lips. And in a blink, you found yourself in her arms, Abby carrying you like a princess to the bathroom, your giggles following all the way.

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