*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
-Chapter (2/?) ‘Can I keep you?’
Pairing: Tarzan!Abby x Explorer!Reader (Tarzan AU)
MINORS DNI
(Warnings, 18+ ONLY): DubCon, 6’6 Abby, Depictions of death, Drowning, Nightmares, ManHandling, Peeping tom, Major Angst, Size difference, Possessive!Abby Abby kinda loses her virginity, Choking, Smut, Scissoring, Oral, (Fluff because Abby is a human golden retriever)
Word Count: 16,822
Previously;
You drop your shoulders in defeat. ‘There’s no way I'm finding them tonight.’ You let out a sigh, and look up to her. “Go back?” you simply say, nodding and pointing back towards her home.
She reaches out to your wrist and grips it, but stops shortly as her gaze focuses on the air in between you both, following the light buzzing noise moving erratically in the air. You go to move back and flee, as to not disturb it, not wanting it to try and attack.
But she stops you, “Buh-Bee” She stutters out. “Yeah.. a bee.” You say, not looking at it. Rather, you keep your eyes focused on the girl before you.
She looks at you quickly before drawing her gaze away, following the bee buzzing through the air. “Uh-bee” she recited back exactly how you said it.
As you look at her, you realize that calling her “Girl” just didn't feel right. She needed a name, and as your eyes scan her face you become stumped. What would fit her?
As you start to try and think of names, all you hear are her mutters while she fixates on the insect. She continues to mutter ‘Uh-bee’ every few seconds. You feel her grip on your wrist start moving, in a soothing gesture. It seemed like she didn't even notice herself doing it.
Hmm..She was kind of like a bee.. She was soft and fuzzy, but could be dangerous when she needed to.
Maybe.. You’ll call her bee? ‘Mm-mm’ You shook your head as you thought about it.
“Uh-bee?” she looked at you with innocent eyes. It clicked in your head.
Abby. You’ll call her Abby.
You bring the tips of your fingers up lightly to her sweaty and glistening chest. Her body reacted heavily from the panic you had bestowed upon her a few minutes before. The pulse is prominent in her neck, her vein easily pops out along it. She was sweating bullets at this point, but she didn't seem to mind.
Her small and bare breasts peek through her ever long hair that was now being pushed back and forth with the gentle breeze. The hair that’s bunched up on her shoulders, rises and falls as she breathes in and out quickly. You were unaware how startled and angry she had gotten once she had found you gone.
You couldn't understand why she’s reacting the way that she was.
Abby turned her attention away from the bee once she couldn't spot it anymore, and looked down to where your hand was lingering on her chest. Raking her eyes up to your face, she blinks hard at you with her mouth agape. She wanted so badly to say so many things to you but for the life of her, she didn't know how to say them.
“You.” poking lightly at her chest, “You are Abby.” You say the words more fitted as a name, rather than breaking down the syllables for her.
She must have a name already, but it didn't matter, this will have to do for now.
She looked at you confused. In return, you repeat yourself. “Abby.” You tapped her chest with an encouraging nod. As she looks at you a few moments pass, her face looks as though she let your words sink in.
She crinkles her brow while tracing over your face with her eyes. Pointing to herself, she repeats you. “Ah-bby?”
“Yes!” You beam up to her joyously. Shaking her head at you suddenly, she blinks at you. “Girl.” Pointing to herself once again. “No!” Squeezing your eyes shut, you open them again. “Well yes, but-” You huff, shaking your head.
A big gust of wind comes flying through the tree’s, rustling everything that it passes through. The cool breeze of the night was starting to set it. You could smell the salt in the air that was being dragged with the draft, all the way up from the beach, forcing a shiver to run up your back.
As much as you were anxious and scared, you could admit to yourself how amazing the current setting was.
The freshness of the nature around you was immaculate. The sound of the mysterious echoes of the bugs and animals it produced deep and far out in the jungle, was definitely something you’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing first hand before. At least, in such a gorgeous place like this.
You knew you needed to head back, it was darker than ever before and you knew that it was dumb and dangerous to be out here like this. The urge to find your friends was completely taking over your mind, and every second that passed was making you want to find them as soon as you could.
You knew your search would just have to wait until the morning. Knowing that they had to be out there somewhere, you’d find them tomorrow. Bringing your lip in between your teeth, you breathe in and then let out a deep sigh through your nose.
Tipping your head back and rolling your eyes in annoyance, not at her but at the situation, you sniff sadly and grab Abby’s wrist, “Lets g-” you’re interrupted by Abby’s arms shooting out to you, she roughly yanks you into her chest..
You yelp as your body connects with her’s aggressively.
You hear what sounds to be a chorus of sharp whistles very far out in the distance of the jungle. Soon accompanied by a quick movement of light through the trees and hanging vines, you think fire. It startles the animals all around as you hear settled birds fly from the trees to get away from whatever was moving so quickly.
’People! There’s other people! They can help me!’
“No Abby! Stop! W-wait! Maybe they can help!” you stutter and struggle against her grip, but she doesn't let up. “Bad. N-No! Bad.” she says back in panic, her face is alert as she starts dragging you away.
“What? Hey, st-stop!” You squeal to her, trying to fight back, but there’s no point. Her monstrous body basically engulfed you. Her strength easily overpowered you, and it seemed like she wasn't even trying while she continued to whisk you away.
“What are you doing!” You grit out.
Pushing at her face and arms, you turn your head in the direction you had heard the whistles and call out, “Hey! Please! Ove-mmm!” Your loud shout gets stopped short by a large hand covering half your face. Abby’s grip over your mouth doesn't move as you try ripping it off with a whimper.
She roughly turns you around, keeping her hand on your mouth. “No.” she growls out and keeps her eyes trained on yours, her nose flares with anger.
Her harsh voice and venomous eyes made you shiver. Your wide eyes beam up to hers with utter fear. You stop flailing your arms and go stiff against her, trying to breathe through your uncovered nose.
Her serious demeanor slightly falters for a second once she sees your eyes glaze over in an emotion that she never wants to see you show ever again.
Keeping eye contact, you nod up to her shakily. She blinks hard and swallows thickly, giving you a single nod back. She lets go of your mouth slowly but keeps her large hand in a cupped structure, allowing it to hover over your mouth.
She stares intently at your quivering lips, hoping and praying that you don't scream again.
She brings her attention back to where the whistle’s came from. Without looking, she drops her hand down to yours as she continues scouting the area to see if anyone has heard you. After waiting a moment to see if anyone did in fact hear you, deciding to come and investigate, her body went rigid waiting for someone to come out.
Yet no one did. So she turned swiftly on her massive feet and yanked you along with her.
On your way back, she pulled you as if you had wheels instead of legs. You wrap your free hand around the one gripping you, trying to keep up. Your feet barely kept up with her trained ones, tripping and stumbling over the bed of the jungle, all the way up until you were out of it and back safely, on the sand of the beach.
She leads you down to her home that currently feels tainted, at least on Abby’s part. Walking you up the ramp, she leads you both through the door that she left wide open from her quick exit earlier, with a large frown of anger mixed with sadness on her face.
As her mind raced, her own thoughts started stirring up more emotions for her. Igniting her chest again with that burning fire.
You had left after she told you not to. She went to get you food to stop you from hurting, and you didn't listen. You just… left her. All she wanted to do was take care of you, like she knew she was supposed to.
If she hadn't found you when she did this afternoon.. You could've died. The wrong people could have found you but luckily, it was her. And now that she’s found you, why would she ever let you go?
She doesn't even know you, yet she wanted to do everything for you.
Abby couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that this was really happening to her. It was like the stars had finally granted her the one wish that she begged for every single day, evening and night.
After so many times of praying for someone that she could call her own, it's finally come true. You were here for her. And only, for her. That's the only thing she could conclude about all of this.
Last night when she had done her usual routine before trying to ultimately go to sleep, she had caught sight of a deadly storm conjuring up in the sky, far out in the sea.
She had watched it all night, worrying for her own safety. She stayed safe all through the night though, the storm never having even reached the shore.
Abby had never liked storms. They made her feel uneasy, and they usually caused her great distress. And although she was a large person and was so physically strong, the simpleness of a storm had this giant predator cowering in utter fear.
She would lay in bed, curled up with her blanket over her head and her small keepsake of a doll, cradled flush against her hammering chest. She’d have her hands over her ears and her eyes squeezed shut as she was counting down the seconds for it all to be over.
Even passing out sometimes from the stress of it all.
Some of the storms she has had to go through would cause horrible destruction to her home, and the area around it. Always having to pick up the chaotic mess that was left behind when the morning had finally greeted her.
She never knew that in the morning upon her wakening, she would be finally blessed with a real companion. A friend. A partner.
Walking you back to her bed, she pushes you down, making you sit. You look up at her, not really knowing what to say as you bring your arms around yourself in a soothing motion.
It’s nearly too dark for you to even see her face, the moonlight coming through the door and left open windows was the only light illuminating the dark home.
As she looks down at you, she brings her large hand up to your cheek. You shrink back slightly, nervous on how she’s going to react next.
Hurt washes over her features. You genuinely were.. Scared of her. Abby’s eyes widened in fear, shaking her head. She quickly cups your face with both hands, bending and bringing her face close to yours.
She doesn't know how to explain to you how much she’s sorry with words. Resting her forehead against yours, she closes her eyes and sighs deeply. Abby tries conveying to you how much she’s sorry, the only way she knows how.
You blink and sit awkwardly as she continues her actions of holding you quite intimately. Not knowing what to do, you bring your hands from the small hug you had yourself in and rest them on the side of her tense and hard shoulders.
Abby nuzzles her cheek into yours after she feels your response. She pulls back and stares at you intensely, trying to show you how much she feels about this.
You look back and forth from her eyes to her mouth, “Who were they?” you point back towards the direction you were just in. Somehow she knew exactly what you were asking, she let you go slowly, while starting to stand back up.
She keeps her eyes averted and head down, which causes her hair to hang in her face. She steps back away from you, swinging her heavy arms down at her sides.
What was she supposed to tell you? How was she supposed to tell you? She wasn’t going to try. She couldn't.
She ignores the question entirely, causing you to clench your jaw in frustration.
Abby can barely see you anymore, reminding her that she hasn’t made the fire outside, like she usually does for herself. “Fire..” She mumbles out, turning and walking out the door, but stops short to stand with her back to you.
She turns her head over her shoulder to look at you in the dark. What if you left again? She won't let you do that. She didn't know what to do, knowing that using her words wasn't enough with you.
You looked at her questioningly, waiting to hear her at least say something else, from the way she was looking back at you. Instead, she turned straight ahead and sauntered down the steps, straight into the sand.
Was she just going to leave you? Why did the question upset her that much? How bad could those people even be?
You quietly stand up and walk to the door, watching her form continue on to wherever she was going. The bright moonlight cascades across her beautiful sun kissed skin, making her look like an actual Greek goddess.
She really was beautiful, there was no denying that. You shamelessly watch her retreating form, her bare and plump bottom moving with each step from her thick legs. Her strong arms swaying back and forth- stop.
Shaking your head, you try flushing away those inappropriate thoughts. You knew that you shouldn't be thinking this way about someone you didn't even know.
She stopped in front of a weaved basket, which seemed to have several different shapes of wood in it. And what looked to be.. Sharp rocks? You squint as you try to see what she’s doing.
As you step slightly to the side to try and sneak a look over her body from this distance, your foot comes in contact with something.
Moving your foot quickly so as to not step on the unknown object, you avert your eyes down, allowing your sight to come in contact with a scattered pile of yellow and somewhat green bananas.
Was this why she was taking so long?
You suddenly hear the sound of grinding? You look over to Abby, her back is to you as she’s crouched down into a squat. Her long hair moving over her back as she aggressively moves her arms, you’re not really able to see what exactly for.
Seeing that she’s not moving from her spot, you turn back to the bananas. You were pretty hungry.
She brought these here for me anyway, i don't think she’ll be upset if i take one.
Bending down, you pick one that looks the best to you, standing straight you turn back to her as you peel the banana open. Bringing it to your mouth, you bite and chew while watching her work at whatever she’s doing.
She stops her movements, suddenly bringing a little bundle of something in front of her quickly, moving her head in close to it. You slowly see the flame come to life as it lights up around her large form.
Her head shoots back to the home, checking to see if you’re still where she left you. Eye’s land on you with a stoney stare, probably wondering why you were standing up at the door, rather than sitting down.
You stand there holding the banana as you look at her, you wave it up like a white flag. Her angry stance completely falters, making her throw you a big goofy grin. She grabs a small piece of wood and wraps something around the top, bringing it to the fire, catching it ablaze.
Standing, she turns and heads straight up the ramp to you. Stepping back to let her through, you watch as her arm extends into something, not really able to see over her towering body. Whatever she did, caused it to light the corner of the room up.
It’s a beaten up old lantern on top of a small table, next to the bed.
The lantern has some of the glass panels around it either broken or completely missing. She walks past you to the other side of the room, on another table lays several different lengthened candles. Bending, she lights them each quickly.
As the light illuminates the room in a soft mix of orange and yellow flickers, you couldn't help but look at her all over again. Her beautiful and oddly strong body, bare as the day she was born, without any shame.
The light flickers over her skin as the flames dance with the air, making her look so soft… so gentle. She really kept you on your toes, knowing that she can be the complete opposite in a matter of seconds.
Maybe that's why you don't want to leave. You like that she can be so soft and yet so bold.
Swallowing roughly, your mind fuzzes with the thought of gliding your hands over her hard yet plump body, just to feel her warmth on you once again.
Cupping her hand around the flame, she blows it out until it starts to fizzle into nothing, making smoke loop and drift off into the air.
Setting it down next to the lantern, she then turns to look at you. She has an oddly shy look on her face as she brings her hands up to push her hair behind her ears.
“Thank you.” you say after you swallow a bite. She looks confused as she tries to decipher what that means. As you catch onto her creased brow, your own eyebrows shoot up, “Oh, this-” you point towards the banana and then to your chest, “Happy. I’m happy.” you finish with a smile.
“Thank you?” Abby repeats unsure. “Yes! Good!” You beamed back. She smiles widely at your praise, but as she goes to walk to you, she stops in front of the opened door, looking out. She’s reminded that she hasn’t done her nightly routine of going around and checking to see if things were normal around the area, before ultimately trying to fall to sleep.
“Stay.. ?” She sounds unsure of herself again. “Oh.” Your eyes widen. “Yes. I Will.” You make a point to start walking to the bed to sit and wait for her, you shuffle slightly until you’re crisscrossed and comfortable. “Wait?” she questions you shyly.
You simply nod at her with obedience, not wanting to cause anymore trouble. You’re also tired, although you haven't been awake that long. The stress this evening causes your brain to feel like tv static, you just need to wake up fresh in the morning.
Knowing a good night's rest will be the best bet at helping get you ready for tomorrow, and all of your endless unanswered questions.
Turning, she bends and grabs at a makeshift looking hammer that was sitting beside the door. Built from some wood, with a piece of smoothed over stone rammed through it at the top. It looked like it could do some great damage if wielded by the right person.
And Abby had definitely fit the mold.
She looks at you and nods, starting to walk out the door, but stops short as she looks back at you one single time while shaking her head, more to herself than you, before she shuts it stiffly.
You hear her feet pad down the ramp with quick and heavy stomps as you continue chewing your banana. You’re left alone with yourself, accompanied by the big pile of bananas left on the floor and the small sizzles of the burning candles filling up the quiet home.
You look down, eyes landing on the flower she had given you. Grabbing it, you bring it up to your nose and breathe in lightly, taking in the floral aroma. Without thinking, you graze it over your cheek delicately, just like she had done to you earlier.
Smiling, you drop it to your lap, twiddling with it between your fingers. You shake your head but you can't shake the small smile from your face.
You then go to set it on the edge of the table next to the lantern, to keep it out of reach from getting messed up by accident.
Merely glancing back over your shoulder, your eyes are drawn to something peculiar. You frown, squinting at the smaller object that was peaking halfway from under the blanket.
Blinking slowly, you contemplate grabbing it. Looking away, you feel as though it would be slightly weird, picking up her things.
Drawing your hand out, you pull back slightly as you think about going against it, not wanting to be too snoopy. Eventually, you get over that feeling and yank the blanket back, exposing the object.
It's a doll. A very.. broken and old looking baby-doll.
Swallowing, you grab it gently by the middle of its body and pull it to you, resting it on your thigh. Its left arm is missing. You run your thumb over its scratched up face, the dark paint on it was chipped pretty badly. It isn't the cutest, sure, but it obviously held some value to Abby, hencing why it's up on her bed.
You snicker, thinking about how someone with such a rough and tough exterior such as Abby, could possess something so small and fragile like this.
Around the tiny doll's neck was a necklace made out of tiny unique shells. It rested against its chest neatly. It was very beautiful, and it looked like it took some time to make. You wonder if Abby had made it. The brightly colored handcrafted piece really stood out against the dark brown skin of the doll.
Brushing the tips of your fingers through its uneven chunk of black hair on its head, you let out a sigh. Dancing your fingers across its face one last time, you shake your head and turn to place it near a handmade looking pillow near the top of the bed, with a sudden gush of care.
As you sit there, not thinking of anything in particular, your eyes suddenly widen as you swallow hard against the residue of the leftover banana in your mouth. You don't remember the last time that you’ve had anything to drink.
Setting the banana down, you look around searching for anything that can help quench the awful thirst. You don't think that she’d really be upset with you getting up, as long as you stay inside.
As you look around, your eyes catch onto various things. From the position you sat in, you focused your eyes on a large bow resting against the wall, with several arrows in a stack next to it. You stand up from the edge of the bed, slowly walking up to it.
Gently you brush your fingers over the bowed wood until your fingers get to the string. You wrap your fingertips lightly around the somewhat tight string, strumming it as they follow down along it.
Your peripheral to your left catches onto something very shiny, eyes darting to it. On a low table sat a small standing mirror. It had a long crack going through it from one corner, to the other. It was very dirty and quite old looking, as it sat with a few dusty fingerprints on it.
You bend down to see yourself, taking your appearance in through the layer of gritty muck and dust covering the reflective glass.
Your fingers come up to trace your face. You don't look as bad as you had thought, just slightly exhausted as you look at your droopy and bloodshot eyes. Looking down beside the mirror, you see a decent sized hairbrush. The handle seems to be snapped, only half of it remains.
You can see some light blonde strands in it, but it also looks like it hasn't been used all that much. Thinking back to the look of her hair, you assumed she stopped using it, at least frequently. It seemed very wild and very unkempt, as if it was a golden bird's nest upon her head.
The corner of the table has a couple of wooden bowls inside of one another, and what looked to be a couple of cups sitting next to them. What intrigues you more though, is the small little treasure box just to the side of them.
You didn't know what was coming over you all of a sudden. Wanting to be so nosy about her. She was weird, and yet so intriguing.
Fingers itching to see what's inside, you flip the latch of it up. Lifting the lid, your eyes weren't expecting to see this.
Coins. Many coins. They looked oddly beautiful. Unlike any type of coin you’ve seen before. Dipping your fingers in, you move the small coins around, hearing them clatter together for a few moments before ultimately closing it back up again.
Pushing yourself to stand, you notice the random whisked baskets hanging from the ceiling above, but you don't bother looking through them.
You rake your eyes up the wall and see what you think to be, shark teeth, that were strung up littering across it. As though they were proud banners. Many small and large dried out starfishes were very unevenly placed onto the walls. Including some fishing nets, splayed up above droopingly.
Huh-She likes to decorate…You squint and flash a light smirk at the thought. It seemed very endearing to you.
Bringing your vision lower, you notice a small barrel like bucket that had the lid leaning against it, opened. You hunch over to look into it, catching sight of what seemed to be 100’s of different shapes and colors of sea shells. What rested on top of the shells were random handcrafted necklaces and bracelets made from the shells.
So.. she must’ve made that doll one.
Blinking hard, your eyebrows dart up, “Wow..” You murmur out in awe. Each one is very unique. Some are showing off a serene shine from catching the flickering light of the dull fire or even the sliver of light coming in from the moon, and some are dusty and ashed over from the sand where they must've been found.
You glance your head to the opposite side of the room, eyes landing on a ladder that was leading up the wall.
Curiously walking to it, you rest your hands on it to look up above into the darker looking room. Your hand tightens around one of the steps of the ladder.
As you contemplate climbing up, you cast your gaze back to the door, tilting your head slightly to try and hear anyone coming up to it. Hearing no sign of shuffling or creaks, you look up and plant your foot on the ladder, and start to slowly climb.
As you climb up at least 4 steps, your head peaks up and over the upstairs flooring. It was light enough from the moon peeking through a window left set open, allowing a light hue to cast over the room.
Casting your eyes over the room, your gaze once again catches onto something fairly shiny.
A big wooden chest. The reflective buckle on the lid was unlocked and leaning back onto the wall, opened.
What looked like clothing, hung out of the chest haphazardly. As if it was being searched through for something in a frenzied state. Some pieces were scattered across the floor in front of it.
Other miscellaneous things are thrown about across the floor, messily. You notice stray pieces of paper, some crumbled, and some completely balled up.
You continue your short climb until your knees are shuffling onto the flooring. You put your palms flat to it as you try to stand on the bumpy structure, With your legs slightly shaking from questioning your trust in the boards, you go to walk forward but stop short from what you see at your feet.
It was a piece of paper, which seemed to be slightly crumpled and also ripped down the middle. Your eyebrows draw together. One piece is at your feet while the other is slightly further away, flipped over.
Reaching down, you grasp it and hold it up. Leaning over further, you reach for the other stray bit. You slowly raise your body up, bringing the ripped papers together, connecting them like 2 puzzle pieces.
Your face molds over in confusion.
It was .. Abby. Her face was sketched onto it, pretty well. Below it was a black symbol that you don't think you’ve ever seen before.
And next to the odd symbol read the bold words,
’FIREFLY’
All the while you're snooping around her home, unbeknownst to her, you have no clue how much Abby’s mind is absolutely racing when out of your presence. As she tries hard to keep her mind on her normal tasks and get things done, her mind almost immediately flies back to you.
Every few seconds it seems, the blue eyes flicker back to peek at the house to see if you’ve decided to open the door and leave again. She tries to continue checking to see if her traps have caught anything, or.. Anyone.
She notices that some of her animal traps seem to be oddly perfect. Which wasn't normal.. She usually doesn't come home empty handed. Ever, really. It stumped her.Her eyebrows crease in confusion as she huffs.
She decides to turn in and head back to you. Along the way, she thinks about all the possibilities of why she didn't catch anything throughout the day. She grunts and gobbles out annoyed noises, unhappy with herself. Even more from the fact that she couldn't proudly bring you home anything to eat before going to bed.
Shaking her head, she reminds herself that she’ll just go fish in the morning quickly before you wake up for the day.
Flower will be happy. She smiles at the thought of you being proud of her tomorrow morning.
Stepping out of the rocky and rough ground of the jungle, she trudges her strong body onto the sand of the beach. As she steps, her feet fling the sand every which way as she goes to make her way around the front of the house.
Her mind is on you, thinking of all the little things she gets to experience with you now. Abby felt as if you were sent to her. You were hers now, and she was going to do anything and everything she could to keep you.
She’s quickly broken from her thoughts as she turns the corner that leads to the front of her home, her strong tanned legs collide with a barrel, holding many of her frequently used hunting spears.
As she knocks it down roughly, they clatter loudly against each other, ultimately falling and landing into the sand with a clattery ‘Pfff’.
Her shoulders and hammer drop as she lets out a breathy grunt, she goes to bend down and pick the spears up. But once she starts picking them up, she hears quick padders of feet from above and the uneven movement of creeks following.
Her hair hangs in her face as she’s bent. Averting her eyes from the spears, she turns her head to the odd noises. She looks down and stares into the sand, her mind races as she thinks of what you could’ve been doing up stairs. Wondering what you could’ve.. Seen.
Blinking hard, she shakes her head quickly. Swallowing harshly, she then wets her lips, bringing her bottom one into her mouth, now biting along the rough skin anxiously.
Setting the barrel back up right, she sticks them back into it 2 at a time. Clapping her hands together, she dusts off the residue of the sand and ashiness. Swooping her arm down, she grips her hammer and brings it up to her side.
Finally starting up the ramp, she approaches the door and opens it, automatically connecting her wild eyes to your panicked looking ones.
On most nights, Abby never really slept for long. Always too antsy as she would toss and turn in her bed while trying to fall to sleep. So in turn, she would try keeping herself busy. Her body would be exhausted but Abby's mind felt as if it never wanted to sleep.
Even if she did fall into a slumber, it was always plagued with nightmares or full on night terrors. Most nights, she would sadly scare herself awake with her own cries and screams. It made her never really want to fall to sleep, anyway.
So she always tried tiring herself out in other ways. Feeling as if she always had to keep her hands moving to soothe her clouded mind, She would either spend her nights building things or crafting.
Those nights included staying up, just laying on the sand while looking up at the twinkling night sky. Her mind would drift in many directions, thinking of everything all at once. It overwhelmed her but also kept her contempt.
She wondered about many things, but one of those things overpowered everything else. The one thing that she could never, no matter what, tear from her mind. She was always wondering if there would ever be someone that could be with her forever, so she would never have to be alone again.
So she could have a purpose. A reason for just, ‘being’.
Abby was very lonely. So dreadfully, lonely.
She would always try imagining what it would be like to be in the presence of another person, and just be happy. It wasn't easy for her to do that though. She would always grow frustrated at trying to conjure up a scenario in her head. It was usually hard for her, because one of the main problems was that she didn't know how to be ‘normal’ around someone in the first place.
It wasn’t like she’s never been around another person. She has. But those moments were usually very short. Most of those said ‘moments’ was her sneaking around them.
It took her a long time before she ever built up enough courage to try and ‘speak’ with them.
Any of the times she’s tried making peace offerings, they wouldn’t ever accept. And although they were not nice or kind to her, she liked being around them.. At a distance.
She’d climb up high in the trees just to sit, watch and listen to them talk to one another. She might not have understood much but, It made her feel so much less alone while hearing them just be around her. It was hard picking up on small words here and there, from them talking so quickly, but she did it eventually.
The big turning point for her was when she was just a young teen.
One morning while scouting out their large growing camp, she had stumbled upon a river that wrapped around the side of their base. She climbed up high into a large tree that led straight into the shallow water. The large leaves kept her easily hidden within the shade from the imposing sun.
That early morning, all of the older women of the group had decided to go and bathe, not having time the night before because of the large and late feast they all endured late that night. Abby had watched from afar with envy and a grumbling stomach.
The early morning sunlight shone through the trees, down upon the noisy and serene river that passed through the jungle, with a beautiful burst of light coating the surface. It made the water glitter and ripple in gold as the group of older girls stood in the shallows, cleaning themselves peacefully.
Her curious eyes were glazed over in awe as she watched down on them. They weren’t doing anything significant, other than purely bathing and keeping conversation with one another, every once in a while. And just from that, it had lit a fire within her heart.
It was like alarm bells were racing throughout her brain.
She couldn't quite decipher what it was, or even what it meant. As the women would lug the soapy rags over each of their unique breasts, down past their bellies and over their bundles of dark hair, she’s felt things that she’s never felt before.
Her mind would become fuzzy when she would watch the older girls or women anytime she’d sneak over to visit. Whether it was when they were at their most vulnerable, bathing. Or when they were doing their normal daily tasks throughout the day.
She would look down at herself and run her hands over her body, just like they would do to themselves. The girls all looked so different from each other yet, were all the same. Just like her.
As she grew older and started discovering more things about herself, she couldn't stop. She would run home quickly after the whole camp would slowly start to fall asleep.
As soon as she got back home, she would explore herself lovingly under the stars, imagining her hands as another. But once she would finish and open her eyes, seeing that she was still oh-so alone, she would fill up with bitterness and cry in frustration with herself, until the sun had risen.
“Hi.” You swallow hard following it with an awkward smile as you sit down onto the bed rigidly, waiting to see how she would react to seeing you standing, rather than being exactly where she left you.
Her eyes glance around the room, landing on the ladder to her left. Keeping her eyes trained on it, you see her jaw tighten, making you avert your eyes from her and look at the ladder as well.
Quickly trying to change the subject, you blurt out, “Water?” causing her to snap her gaze away from the infamous ladder and shoot her eyes to yours. Slowly, very slowly, she bends her knees and titles herself to the side, letting the hammer fall from her grasp and land against the wall with a solid thud.
Straightening herself back up, Abby keeps her hands dropped down at her sides, clenched. As she looks at you, her head tilts to the side, blinking hard. It felt like her gaze was piercing a hole through your head. Abby didn't answer you, remaining silent.
You ask again, “Abby?” You point to your mouth and nod.
As if she was in a daze, she shakes her head quickly, knocking herself out of it.
“Thirsty.” Abby grunts out. Her long legs allow her to cross the room in big strides. She hurriedly reaches down in the far corner of the room, lifting what seems to be a pitcher up in front of her. Turning, she goes to the small table and picks up one of the cups sitting there.
Your eyes glide over her burly form as she keeps her back to you, pouring the drink. Setting the pitcher down with a thud onto the table, she turns to you and automatically brings it to your mouth and tips it forward.
“Mmm!” You splutter at the surprising gesture. Water spews from the sides of the cup and down your neck, and all over your front. Bringing your hands quickly up to her arm that was wielding the cup, you pull it away speedily to try and stop her from fully emptying the cup onto you.
Coughing and burping slightly you squeal out “Abby sto-Hold o-Wai-” You can barely get out even a full word as you continue to try and cough up all of the water you had breathed in. She looked like she was a fish out of water as her mouth opened and closed many times, seeming as shocked as you were.
From your aggressive splutters, many flicks of water droplets land on her face, which causes her to flinch and flutter her lashes quickly. Her thick and wild eyebrows seemed as though they were permanently set into a frown at this point.
Abby didn't know what to do, or how to even react. She’s never dealt with someone doing this before. Standing there, she just stares wide eyed at you, uselessly.
Once you had finished coughing as much of the water up as you could, you sat there as you tried calming down. You grit your teeth and glare up at her while taking in slow and deep breaths. Bringing your hand up, you begin to wipe at your wet mouth and chin.
Abby’s eyebrows raise at your reaction towards her. Abby didn't understand what she had done wrong. You were thirsty, and all she was doing was helping take care of you.. so why were you upset with her?
She brings a big hand up to her face, wiping lazily at the water that randomly landed on her. Her hand then moves to the side of her temples as she pushes her wavy hair out of her face and behind her ears.
Sniffling, you clear your throat. “Give it to me, please? I can do it.” You urge her with a gentle nod, patting the back of her monstrous hand, that basically engulfs the cup. Her grip instantly loosens just from the softness of your tone.
You take it from her once you feel the weight of her hand retract from it and bring it to your mouth, sipping it easily as your gaze stays connected with her weary eyes. Fluttering your eyes down, they catch on her sweat slicked throat bobbing as she swallows tightly.
Without saying anything, she bends one of her knees and plants it to the floor to kneel in front of you. Abby doesn't really allow any space between your knees and her body. And although you were sitting down, it seems like she was still somehow towering over you even while she’s down on her knees.
Pulling the cup away from your mouth, you look away from her unwavering eyes, awkwardly. “Uh-you, can.. Sit?” You pass the cup from your right hand to your left, and pat the free space beside you on the bed, signaling for her to sit next to you.
Abby’s eyes follow the movement of your hand, but she continues to sit there, unmoving. Bringing her attention back onto your face, she bows her head slightly and looks up at you through her brows.
Stopping your hand that was patting the bed, you sigh at her lack of movement and continue sipping from the cup anyway. You start sipping at the liquid that was saved while trying to keep your eyes away from hers, choosing to look around her form instead.
It was awkward. Her just sitting there in your face, staring. Your eyes are brought back to her once she suddenly starts moving. Instead of getting up though, she brings the knee that was still posted up, down and beneath herself, now sitting on top of her feet. Resting her palms flat on her thighs, her eyes don't waver from your face.
After a minute or so of finally finishing the rest of the water, you set the cup down onto the small bedside table. Clearing your throat, you shuffle a little. Giving her a quick glance, you try moving back to give some distance between the 2 of you.
Abby’s eyes slowly fall from your face, and follow the path down your neck to your chest. Her tongue darts out to lick at her dry lips, then swallows as she keeps her eyes on your glistening breasts.
Unable to really feel it at first, simply because you were choking, you finally realize the water had made its way down your chest and down your belly, stopping right before your dark bikini bottoms.
“Oh..” You mutter as you look down at yourself. Abby’s cheek twitches as her eyes trace over them. Her left hand slowly raises, being brought up to rest the tips of her fingers on the edge of the bed. As you’re looking down at yourself, you dart your eyes to follow the motion of her hand.
She lifts her thumb and grazes the side of your knee, it was such a light touch that it felt almost ghostly. She brushes back and forth over you, causing your skin to litter with goosebumps.
Your breath hitches as she applies more pressure, her rough thumb against your soft skin makes you quiver as it shoots down to your core.
Clearing your throat, you try and think of something to break the current tension that lingered in the air. It wasn't an uncomfortable tension, it was more or less an awkward one. You didn't know why she was being so attentive and sweet to you, having just met you.
Shaking your head, you dart your eyes to the side and focus them on the blanket behind you. Which is still lying crumpled up on the bed with the doll sitting next to it, exactly where it was left.
“I-um, can I use this?” Turning to grab at the dark and old looking blanket. You pull it in front of you to let it lay in your lap halfway, presenting the cloth to her bright eyes. Abby doesn't really catch on to what you mean though. Raising her eyebrows, she tilts her head as she looks between you and the blanket, trying to understand what you might be referring to.
You let out a small ‘tsk’ with your tongue against your front teeth, trying a different tactic. “Uhhh..” you bring it before your stomach and motion to pat yourself. You point at it with your other hand while nodding, “Dry?”
Her mouth forms into a small ‘O’ once she realizes what you mean, she grunts through her nose. Very much like a bobblehead, she nods up at you. An amused huff comes from you.
Turning the blanket every which way, you try to figure out which end of it you should use to dry yourself off. You don't want to ruin your chances with a damp blanket as you try to stay warm throughout the night.
Quickly dabbing at your body, your mind forgets about all of the problems of today in these very moments, having to worry about something so miniscule. Such as simply drying yourself off.
You kind of had to suck it up and get over the fact that the middle of your bikini top was soaked, meaning you would just have to leave it alone and let it air dry. It wasn’t too bad, so you just soaked up as much of it as you could.
Her burning stare slowly starts to feel less claustrophobic. It almost feels like it's second nature now, since she’s basically done it all day at this point. You understand that sometimes, some people just can’t help themselves.
And you knew she wasn't doing it in a rude way, so you didn't mind. You could tell that she was just curious, and that was ok with you. You were definitely just as curious as her, but you were just better at hiding it.
You hadn't looked at her since you first started drying yourself off. So once you glanced up with amusement etching onto your face, her head flinched back a little. After a few moments of patting yourself, you finish. You go ahead and turn the damp end of the blanket around and down to where your feet would be.
Planting your hands down on the edge of the bed, your posture becomes less stiff as you try and make yourself come across more comfortable. You don't want her thinking that you’re taking her kindness for granted.
“Thank you.” You say sheepishly. Her brows twitch at your words, but she stays silent. She lowers her head as she looks down at your knee. Her hand raises slowly as she darts her eyes back and forth from your knee to your eyes.
Abby looks less confident this time around as her somewhat shaky hand cradles your knee. Your eyelashes flutter as you glance down at her hand veins bulging up under her tanned skin. She tilts her chin down as she ducks her head and looks up at you, waiting for you to react.
Your skin feels hot as she grips you tightly, but not too tightly. Just.. perfect. Like she was holding back her strength so much as to not smother you with it, and you knew she easily could.
She seemed to be trying to work on it, looking back at all of the other times she’s tried to show you her emotions, and somehow always messed up.
You not only surprise Abby, but also yourself at what you do next. Your hand works on its own accord as it comes up to plant itself over hers. “Good.” You mutter mindlessly with a small nod. Abby couldn't hold in her excitement at this.
So as soon as your hand touches hers, she launches herself up and forward to be even closer to you. If that was even possible.
Your eyes shoot open at her quick movement. Although alarmed, you try to stay still and just let her come to you. Abby’s face is now inches from yours. Her belly button was now at the height of your knees, making her small breasts to be resting right above them.
The intensity of her stare consumes you, and for some odd and unexplainable reason, she looks at you like you held up the stars. You hold her stare, noticing how her pupils waver and enlarge as she continues looking into your eyes.
It was like these blue eyes could say a million things. At least, they say more than she could ever physically say.
As you examined her so intimately, you seem more appreciative this time around. You just wanted to feel her.
Your hand starts to pull away from hers, but is stopped by her lightning fast pace. Her own hand follows in pursuit of your own, and wraps around your wrist, causing it to stop right over her cheek.
Abby just holds your wrist midair, eyes not wavering from you. Slowly, your hand continues to travel to her face, resting your palm gently on her strong jaw. Her eyes shut as she pushes further into your hand, nearly purring.
Her heart rate picks up quickly. At least you assumed so, from the small gasp coming from her lips. She pulls her hand from your wrist and uses both of her massive ones to grip onto your knees, ripping them apart. Her hands grip your hips and yank you forward so that her bare chest is clad with yours, forcing your center to smother against her abs.
Your legs bow around her thick and strong middle. Instead of keeping eye contact, she dips her head into your neck and breathes in deeply. Breathing out, her warm breath fans over your neck.
Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth falls ajar as her grip on you continues to stand strong. Her hands start squeezing at you, rolling your skin in such a possessive way. Gasping, you push forward into her.
Her hot and wet mouth drags across your skin, rather lazily. Your right hand falls from her cheek and cups around the top of her shoulder in a tight hold. Abby grunts against you at that, making you feel the graze of her teeth poke out.
Your left hand comes up to slide into her hair and cup the back of her head, pushing her deeper into you. Her hands begin to wander over you without any real plan. They thoughtlessly grip you here and there as they slide over your soft curves.
Abby’s mouth feels as though it hesitates against you, like she wants to kiss at your skin. Finally abiding by her own wishes, she firmly plants them onto you. She knew she was doing good by the way you hadn’t pushed her away. She then does it many more times, but does it less and less stiffly as she goes on, getting the hang of it.
It's not until you feel her large hand come to the front of you, and feel it palm at your inner thigh that your eyes shoot open in realization. “Abby.” You gasp out, trying to tell her to stop. As if your talking spurred her on, she pecks open mouth kisses at you, quickly.
You can feel her hard nipples against your own chest. Her large thumb goes further, sliding over your puffy lips through your bikini bottoms. “Wait, fuck-” You simultaneously snap your eyes shut and arch your back into her, moaning out.
Clenching, you feel yourself gush into your bottoms. Her thumb catches your clit, making you stutter a surprised jump against her.
Your hips move on their own accord, grinding up into her thumb. Abby takes the leap and bites on your neck gently, sucking as she rolls her tongue over you. “Fuck, Abby..” you sigh out. She removes her hand from in between your legs and brings it up hastily to your chest, groping you. She drops her mouth down to your other breast, sucking at the skin.
Although it felt good, you weren't sure if it was right to do this. At least after the events of today. “Ok, Stop!” You grit out, shoving her away. Your physical push didn't do much but as if your words burned her, she flew back off of you.
You look down at her on the floor. She leaned back on her legs, while her hands were planted on the floor. She was heaving, nose flared and naked chest rising up and down heavily. Her eyes were blown wide with lust as she stared up at you.
Your hand flies in between your legs, cupping yourself. You shiver at the feeling of how wet you had gotten with very little touching. From this position, her legs were spread, presenting herself to you. As the small flame next to you flickered, you could see how her thick inner thighs caught the light. They shimmered with her own wetness.
“We can't.. Ok? I'm sorry.” You shake your head down at her, sadly yet sympathetically. You feel horrible for stopping her so abruptly, but this seemed wrong. The current circumstances weren’t the best, and you felt like you just shouldn't be doing this right now.
“I-Abby.. we should go to, uh-” You were unsure if you knew what you were going to mean, so you gestured at the bed. “Sleep.” You say, bluntly. She averted her eyes from you, her face had completely washed over with sadness. She must've known what you meant as she just simply nods, clenching her jaw.
As she hesitantly goes to stand up, you don't want her thinking that what she did was wrong, so you hunch over quickly and place your hand on her thigh. “It's okay. I-im not mad.” You crease your brow and shake your head. The frown slowly grows into a smile as you rub at her, soothingly.
Even though she definitely doesn't need help getting up, you wanted her to know for sure that you weren’t upset with her. “Come on.” You whisper as you pull your hand from her, holding it out in front of her face with a come hither motion.
Her shoulders dropped at your gesture. Abby’s hand once again engulfs yours as she barely even uses it to get up, mainly putting her weight on her other hand to help. She wanted you to feel like you were helping.
You shake your hand from her grasp so she would let go. Abby was obviously too tall while standing but you raise your hand up to her anyway. She takes the hint and dips her head down, allowing you to caress her face once again, sweetly.
Letting your hand fall, you put your palms to the bed and scoot yourself further back. You then motion for her to come up there with you. She easily follows your direction this time, dropping a knee on the bed, sitting down.
Her eyes suddenly dart behind you, just as her hand flies out. She pulls the beaten up doll in front of her and up to her face. As if shying away, she somewhat hides behind it as she looks at you.
You give a small smile in return. “Where did you get it from?” You gesture at the doll. A moment passes before you see her pointing towards the front door of her home, she mutters from behind its head. “Water.” You just simply nod at her, not really knowing what else to ask.
Her long leg that continues to hang off of the bed, starts shaking. The doll is small, sure, but as you look at Abby holding it with both hands, it looks even smaller against her. From the sound that comes from her, you think it to be a small sound of a kiss.
Suddenly, she pulls it away from her face and into yours, “Lily.” She grunts out.
“Oh.” You say in surprise. Nodding, “Lily.” You echo back softly, patting the doll. She didn't bring it away from your face though. She urges it forward. “Uh..” You look back between her and the doll. It then clicked. You lean down and give it a quick peck. Smiling sheepishly.
She toothily smiles and hums out a delighted noise. She then pulls away and sets her down in the far corner of the bed, away from you both.
You and Abby just sit there for a minute, comfortably amongst each other. Letting out a big yawn, you squeeze your eyes closed. Opening them once you’ve finished, they sting with a small amount of tears.
You look at Abby as she follows in toe, doing the same as you, giving out a powerful yawn.
Both of your minds were fuzzy with exhaustion. The confusing and draining aspects of the day’s discoveries were really taking a toll on you at this point, even more than before. And all you really wanted to do was pass out.
You were going to ask her to blow out the candles, thinking it would help you sleep with less light. The nerves got to you though, thinking about how dark and creepy it would be in here, making you decide against it.
“Lay?” You ask her. Her face shows that she doesn't know what that means. Huffing, you grab her wrist and pull. You shuffle and lay yourself down on your back, pulling her with you. “Lay.” You whisper.
She follows you down, and lays on her side, facing you. You don't face her though, you stay planked on your back.
You move to pull the blanket from underneath you, shoving your legs under it. You try throwing the other half of the blanket over her but it barely even covers half of Abby’s body. It doesn't seem to bother her though.
Her pillow is under your head, only realizing now that you took her only one. You go to say something, mainly to apologize, but she brings her arm down and folds it to prop her head up, not really paying it any mind.
After a few minutes of trying to get comfortable, you finally settle as peacefully as you could.
Sighing as your brain starts to gently nod off, you whisper “Goodnight.”
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun! Brunch is cool.” Your best friend whines to you as she walks around the kitchen island. Nora was cooking, and you were currently helping fill the fridge with food.
You groan, “Whatever. I'm not a fan of the whole middle ground thing, it’s either Breakfast or Lunch. I dont get why they mashed it up.” You roll your eyes playfully at her.
“I think it's because it's like right after breakfast.”
“Then that would just be lunch.”
“Ok then” Nora sighs, “Do you have lunch directly after you eat your breakfast? Or do you-ugh. Nevermind. I'm genuinely debating with the most stubborn person ever.” She grumbles.
“Wait,” You laugh. “Why would that even be fun? It's just food.” You close the fridge and start walking away.
“Uh-Exactly. It's food.” Nora huffs as she throws the mushrooms she just cut up out of her way and into a bowl. ‘Idiot’ you hear her snicker. The atmosphere is full of a light and airy, playful mood.
“What are you making again?” You question her, going to sit down on one of the stools at the kitchen island, watching her. You look at the couple of random magazines littered across the large space. Lazily grabbing one and flipping it open.
This time, she groans. “Would you just let me do what I gotta do?” Glancing up, you see her pick up the big knife and wave it at you, arching her brow. “Yeah yeah.” You answer back flatly. You hear her mumble under her breath, ‘nosey ass’
You huff a little laugh through your nose at that. A couple minutes pass of you mindlessly looking at miscellaneous things throughout the pages, while Nora tries convincing you of coming with her tomorrow for ‘brunch’.
It's gotten less talkative and more just sitting there within each other's presence at this point. Not really bothering to keep talking. Just comfortably hanging out.
That was, up until Nora’s voice cut in,
“Why did you leave me?” Nora laughs, now with her back to you. She’s now over the stove, stirring the pot of food. In your peripheral vision, you can see her shake her head as she says it. You let out a short and confused hum, you keep your eyes on the magazine as you answer,
“Huh?” you flip the page.
All that fills up the kitchen is the sound of you boringly flipping through the crinkly pages.
There was an odd beat.
“Why didn't you save me?” She says with a sudden graveley, flat tone.
The drop in her voice causes you to stop your eyes from scanning over the magazine, your eyes waver from the pages and move up the counter slowly, to allow the words to set in for a few seconds.
With you not answering and her not continuing, there’s a feeling in the air that you couldn't really explain. The once playful joy in the air was so suddenly.. drained.
Frowning, you dared to look over at her. And what you caught sight of made your entire body shudder. It was as if the air was completely knocked out from within you.
In a blink of an eye, your best friend's usual dark brown skin was sucked dry, and was now a deadly gray. Her once loving brown eyes are now glazed over in a soulless white.
Your eyes fly open as you shoot up from your chair, it aggressively falls over as you stand. Your nostrils flare as you try to catch your breath. Stumbling around the island, you put your hands up, shaky palms facing her cautiously.
“Nora.” You breathily stutter out to her. The beat of your heart was hammering so hardly against the inside of your chest, that it felt like it was going to burst out from within you with every beat. “Wh-Wha..” the sides of your eyes start to sting as you feel the wave of tears start to come through.
“I’m.. I'm just so cold.” She gasps out, then shivers violently. Her gray arms come up to hold at herself in a small hug.
“You left me.”
You shake your head at her words. “I didn't!” You cry out. You wanted to run up, hug her, and comfort her. But you couldn't. You were so scared that your feet were as though they were glued to the floor. “I can help. I-i, Nora. please-” You plead to her through your whimpers.
“You can’t help me if I'm already dead.” She grunts out over your voice. It looked like her body was thinning out. Her clothes began to look like they were 3 sizes too big on her. Bringing your hands up to your mouth, you sob into them with pure terror.
Her body stops shaking, becoming still as a plank. Nora’s white eyes slowly widen. She drops a hand down to her stomach, grasping at it. She lurched over as a sudden choke was spewed out from her lips. Her pale hands fly up to her throat, holding onto it as she begins to violently choke.
Water starts spewing out from her mouth as if her lungs were completely filled up with it. She jerkily falls down to her knees as the water aggressively starts spewing out from her and all over the kitchen tiles.
You slam your hands over your ears as your entire mind fills up with the sounds of her chokes.
“NORA!”
Your eyes pop open while you gasp sharply upon your wake. There's a moment of sheer disorientation as your vision is blurred while scattering around. Tears well up quickly in your eyes and fall down your cheeks in warm streams.
Scared eyes look around the unfamiliar and dim room, as you try catching your breath. You push your body up with your palms and sit up with a chest full of devastation.
Your face is quickly taken a hold of tightly and turned to the right. Screeching, your hands fly up to grasp at whatever had a hold of you.
Body shaking, your eyes come in contact with wide alerted, blue ones. Abby. Her large body is fully sitting up as she hovers over you. Instead of sitting there doing nothing, you fling yourself into her arms with a cry.
It was so unexpected that once you collided your chest to hers, she let out a surprised yelp as she fell back onto her butt. You use your leverage on her strong shoulders to help pull yourself up to your knees, wrapping your legs hastily around her hips.
She’s stiff as a board at first, unsure of your sudden explosion of emotion. As you uncontrollably sob into her shoulder and messy hair, she slowly wraps her arms around you. Once she makes sure you aren't going to pull away, her arms tighten dramatically around your frame.
Closing her eyes, she does the same as you and buries herself into your shoulder. You feel her blunt nails dig into you as her grip becomes more tight, but you’re unable to care. You just need someone, anyone, to just hold you.
After a few minutes of you crying out as many tears as you could, your eyes began to burn uncomfortably, forcing you to finally stop for your and Abby’s sake. Your nose was now stuffed to the brim, and your lips felt like they could have been swollen to the touch.
Abby didn’t move for anything other than adjusting you and herself, as she tried to make it more comfortable for you both. The entire time she would run her rough hand over your back every few seconds. Abby’s shoulder had been drenched with your tears, but she couldn't care less.
As you slowly pulled away from her for the first time, you kept your eyes averted from hers, purposefully. The corner of your lips perk up as you sheepishly smile, sniffling. Bringing the blanket up, you wipe her shoulder off.
You were embarrassed for sure. You didn't know if you should be feeling silly for freaking out over a dream. It was just a dream, sure. But how could you just simply let it go? In these circumstances, was it so far-fetched after all? There were too many possibilities, and that's what made this feel so much worse.
You cast your eyes over your shoulder and look around the room. Not knowing how long you had been asleep, you catch onto some of the candles that have been drowned and put out by the wax.
Looking up, you catch her eyes already on you. Your eyes waver, making you squeeze them shut. You tip your trembling chin up, shaking your head back and forth to try ridding the images of Nora away. You just want to forget that dream.
You slowly start to open them as you hear her mutter, “Flower?” You then feel Abby bring a hand up to around the side of your neck, cupping it to pull you closer. Her eyes run over your face.
“Pretty.”
Her eyes drop to stare at your lips. Wavering only to look back and forth from each of them. As if in a trance, her breathing picks up and her head slightly sways.
Moving your hand from her shoulder, you let it drag to her collarbone. You sit there as you bring your bottom lip into your mouth, contemplating whether this was a good idea or not.
Maybe this is what I need right now. To get my mind off of everything.. Just for a little while.
Swallowing, you hesitate as you move into her.
Just do it.
You surge forward, crashing your lips to hers. As you bombarded her with the kiss, she had no real reaction to it, besides sitting still. Assuming she showed a lack of reaction from you catching her off guard, you continue.
Taking the lead, you go slow as you try to get her to start kissing you back. Only, she didn't.
After noticing her lips were still stiff against yours, you go to pull away with an apology at the tip of your tongue. But instead, you’re stopped by the grip she had on your neck. Now, Her lips start to move against yours.
Abby tries to keep up with your kisses as best as she could. After a minute or so, she slowly starts getting the hang of it. As it goes on and the kiss starts becoming deeper, you teasingly slip your tongue out to lick at her lower lip.
Gasping, Abby parts her lips just enough for you to dip into her mouth. You could tell that she was hesitant as she connected her tongue with yours. It was insanely foreign. Her tongue dances across yours with sloppy licks. You stop here and there from kissing, just to allow you to explore eachothers mouths.
She lets you shove her back onto the bed by her shoulders, allowing you to sit on top of her. Instead of laying all the way down, she keeps her upper body up against the ‘headboard’ of the bed.
Before going any further, Abby cuts off the kiss as her hands fly up to the bottom of your bikini top. Slipping the tips of them underneath the bottom of the cotton, she rips it up and over your head.
Instead of reconnecting her lips to yours, she brings her hot mouth down to your now free nipple. Both of her hands come up to squeeze both of your boobs tightly, pushing them together. You tip your head back with an open mouthed cry.
Your hands come up to wrap around her wrists, they continue to flex and squeeze against you. She lets go of your nipple with a wet smack, moving to the other to do just the same. “Fuck.. Just like that.” You gasp out.
Catching you off guard, you jump with a yelp as she nibbles at it. “Please.” You whimper out. Your words spur her on, but not how you thought. Her mouth stays on you as she drops her hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls of it.
Your hands fall to her hard chest, just above her breasts. Your nails dig lightly into her skin. She slowly starts to drag your core back and forth over her. Letting out a sharp gasp, you start to move with her.
She hums around your nipple at the feeling of your nails digging in. She takes her mouth off of you, looking up. The loss of her mouth makes you open your eyes and look down at her. Her mouth is ajar just like yours. You bend down a little, gritting your teeth, you move your hips more firmly against her as you stare her down.
She looks up at you with what seems to be a hurt expression littering her features. Abby’s eyes dart back and forth quickly from your moving hips, to your face. Your pussy moves in slow rough drags just over her lower belly.
You were absolutely soaked through at this point, and you knew she could feel all of it. Her breathing was just as heavy as yours, the top of her collarbone started to shine in a beautiful sheen. Not even needing to check and see if Abby was wet, because you definitely knew she was.
Moving them a little further down, you palm at her breasts. A groan flies out of her once you start swiping your thumbs over her already hardened nipples.
She brings her legs up a little, bending them at the knee to give her more leverage underneath you. Your eyes flow down to her face as you hear the call of your name, forcing you to stop in your tracks. Hunching over her, your chest and belly heave as you try catching your breath.
You blink quickly, your name sounding weird coming from her mouth. You don't say anything, you’re not really sure what to, anyway. Looking down to your center, you guiltily look back up to her face.
Maybe it was too fast. Maybe.. she wanted to stop. You hoped to god she didn't.
Instead of saying something, she wraps her big hands around your wrists and pulls them up to her mouth. Your hands fall open as she kisses one palm, and moves to the next.
“Thank you.” she murmurs after pecking you.
“Good, Flower?” Kissing you once more.
Relief rushes over you, making your shoulders raise. As if a heavy boulder was being laid on them. Huffing out a breath you didn't even notice you were holding, you swallow. Nodding, you reply “You’re good, Abby. So good.”
Her head then moves forward, wanting to initiate a kiss. You easily fall into her, kissing back. She lets your wrists go as you feel a hand slither behind you, sliding down your back and settling on your waist.
Holding your waist tightly, she plants her free hand onto the bed and scoops you up, you yelp against her lips from the sudden swoop. Before you can say anything, she lays you down gently onto the bed.
Her lips fall from yours as she litters kisses down your chin, your neck and then down the dip of your chest. She pecks across your breasts, sucking at your skin here and there. And then suddenly, they slow down as she brings her mouth lower.
Your belly tenses and raises with your gasps against her mouth. The trail of her wet kisses down your chest starts tingling and becoming cold as your breath fans down over yourself.
You try keeping your eyes open that are now heavily lidded with lust. Squeezing your thighs together, you feel how sticky you’ve gotten. You huff from the pure ache between them.
Scooting herself easily down the bed, Abby slowly stops her trails of kisses once she gets to the top of your swimsuit. Your bottoms might be dark but she can see the large shimmering puddle as you move. Your thighs flex, antsy for what she’s going to do next.
Her hands fall underneath your legs and roughly push them up by your thighs, your knees being forced to the sides of your waist. Licking her lips, her eyes don't move from the big puddle you’ve produced.
You feel your already warm cheeks bloom harsher at her stare. She brings her lips to your thigh and grazes them over your skin, your wet walls clench from the ghostly touch. You decide to tease her in return. Bringing your hand down, you pull at the top of your bottoms.
By doing that, they ride up your puffy lips and outline them perfectly for her. Humming, you loosen your grip on them, just to pull them back up harshly. The fabric rides up against your clit perfectly. Biting your lip, you start moving your hips into it.
At this point, you’re just putting on a show for her as you continue to ride against the thin cloth. She’s absolutely mesmerized by your movements, not even realizing that her head was coming closer and closer to your sopping center.
The smell of your deep musk invades her senses, causing her lashes to flutter. Without fully thinking about it, she shoves her nose right against the fabric. Breathing quickly in and out, she shakes her head back and forth against you.
Wincing, you grit your teeth from the stiff hold she has on your thighs. Her hold is becoming so tight that you believe it'll most likely bruise. Suddenly, the pressure is lost as she lets go and rips your bikini bottoms down your legs, throwing them somewhere your eyes don't follow.
She instantly drops back down to the same position she was previously in, but instead of her having to part your thighs, you do it for her instead. Exposing yourself quickly to her, she lowers her head down to you.
You thought that she would get straight to it but she hovers and just stares at your drooly pussy. She could easily smell you from the small distance and it caused her mouth to water.
You assume that she doesn't know what she’s doing, knowing that she barely even knew how to kiss that well.
Sitting up slightly onto your elbows, you try to pull your legs up into a more comfier position. She quickly takes a hold of your ascending legs, and throws an evil glare up at you. Flinching, your lidded eyes become wide at her switch of emotion.
“I'm not leaving.” You try calming down the tiger. “Just.. Here.” Your hand comes up from the side of you, slowly being brought down to the top of your lips, her eyes follow it as if she was about to pounce. You apply pressure to the top of your cunt and pull up the hood, exposing your clit to her. It makes you hiss.
It was hard and throbbing at this point, and the warmth of her breath fanning over your wetness wasn't helping. Her eyebrows twitch at that. “You can- um. You can lick it?” You thought that maybe she was waiting for the consent, but she still doesn't move.
“Please.” You sigh out, wanting to just feel her on you again. Catching her attention, she looks up at you. Shoving your hips up to sway in front of her mouth, you repeat yourself more firmly this time. “Lick.”
Her eyes follow your swaying hips, and the word repeats in her head. She takes the hint and her mouth finally drops onto you. It's messy and uncoordinated. And although it feels good, the movements seem as though they are more explorative, than wanting to give you any consistent pleasure.
You groan as she shakes her head into you, your juices wet her chin and cheeks. Her tongue slips down and scoops at your sloppy entrance. Her big mouth was basically devouring you as it licked everywhere it could. Even darting into you at random moments.
It was like she was teasing you. How every few seconds, her mouth would come up and lick and suck at your clit, just to be dragged away so she could focus elsewhere.
You note that she really doesnt know what she’s doing. And if this really was her first time doing this, you wanted her to go at her own pace. But at this point, it was really irking you. You felt like you gushed every time she finally paid attention to the one thing that you hoped she would.
“Please, Abby-God. Right here.” You bend forward to cup the bottom of her wet chin and pull her from you. She was against it at first but she stopped once you moved her to hover over your neglected clit. With your free hand, you bring it to your clit and start rubbing it in tight circles.
“This.” You grit out. Throwing your head back, your throbbing clit finally finding relief. “Suck right here.” Your voice deep with desire, hips grind up into your hand, “Can you do that? Fuck-Just for me?” Not caring if she understood you or not, your own words were helping you work yourself up.
“You wanna make me feel good?” Your words are followed by embarrassing whimpers.
Even though you didn't want to stop touching yourself, you knew that you wanted this beast of a woman to get you off, far more than your own hand. You drop your hand from yourself and also her chin, laying them lazily at your sides.
When you pull away, she immediately engulfs your clit into her mouth. A harsh intake of breath is heard from you as a refreshing feeling coats your chest. “Fuck!” You squeak out. Your throat is tight as she sucks harshly at it. Your hands fly down to her messy locks. You help her move against you, fucking her mouth.
Your head feels too heavy at this point, not really being able to keep it up anymore. Letting your head fall back, you squeeze your eyes shut and groan out as she nibbles against it. A single shiver stirs in your lower back, and then shoots up your spine.
With no real control, your thighs start to close around her head as her mouth feels like it's devouring you. They’re stopped quickly by a single slam of her hand on your inner thigh, keeping at least one of them parted.
You don't expect her to bring her right hand up to your pussy, as she drags the pads of her thick fingers at your entrance. “Huhh. Oh-Fuck me. Please.” You whimper, whispered pleas are followed after.
Turning her wrist, she pushes 2 fingers in without warning. “No! Ngh-Wait. Start sma-” Groaning, Your entire body clenches up. Her intent doesn’t falter as she starts dragging them in and out of you. Unable to even conjure up anymore words, you lay there and take it.
You might have been sopping wet but, the stretch of her fingers felt like you’d never just simply get used to it. Her thrusts aren't that slow or gentle, they oddly seem more articulated. As if she’s at least done this before.
The moans you’re releasing feel as though they’re being punched out of you.
The flicks at your clit help mask the stinging stretch of her fingers. The contrast of her making out with your bundle of nerves, to the delicious stretch of her fingers, make you truly breathless. The quick drags of her digits are slowed by how tight you clench around her.
You cover your mouth with the back of your hand to muffle your cries, even going as far as to bite yourself. Solid wet thumps are heard as she continues to beat into you with no remorse.
Curling her fingers, she punches them up roughly. You’re unable to think straight, only able to babble out incoherent words mixed with dragged out moans. Your grip on her hair was starting to become loose.
You were somewhat scared to let go but you did, only once you felt her free hand slither around your thigh and up your belly to take a hold of your boob. She possessively holds onto it as she growls into you.
Your back arches off of the bed as you place your hand over hers. She lets go of your clit with a soft smack as her jaw becomes slightly tired. She starts to focus on her fingers. Breathing in and out heavily, trying to catch her breath. The warm air fans over your thigh as she rests her temple onto your squishy skin.
Your entire body ripples against her harsh pounds, and you add to it once you start fucking down onto her fingers. “Im-i fuck. I'm so close.” You manage to get out. The middle of your chest was becoming damp, just like Abby’s hairline was, as it started to bead up with sweat.
Her cheeks were as bright as a fire truck now. Her hips start to grind down into the bed. You only notice now that she hasn't felt anything in return, only focused on giving you everything instead.
Letting go of her hand, you wrap both of yours around her thick wrist, bringing her fingers up to your mouth. Parting them, you bring her index into your mouth to suck on it. She looks up as she continues beating her fingers into you with no remorse.
Her lips part as she stares up, watching you pop her out of your mouth, just to lick a long stripe up the long digit, as teasingly as you could. You make a show for her, letting your spit web from your tongue to her finger.
Abby watches in pure awe. She feels herself pulse between her own legs as your tongue runs along her.
She must've been dripping straight onto the bed all this time, you were sure of it. Knowing how worked up she had gotten with just simply touching you before bed, this must've been a pure dream for her.
Not knowing what came over her, without thinking she bites the inside of your thigh. Not sweetly, but aggressively. Yanking her hand from your mouth, you scream in pain.
Her fingers were painfully pulled from your pussy after you started yanking away from her. A loud squelch follows from her dripping fingers being pulled from your abused hole. You yelp from the departure.
Abby shuffles further up the bed, so that she could hover over you. A sour look was etched onto her face. Her normal blue orbs were completely taken over by her predatory blown out pupils. Her eyes were dangerous, looking like a shark that just had a taste of blood.
The ache between your thighs is once again forced to strain against the stretch of her big fingers. “No-fuuuuhck!” You squeeze your puffy eyes closed as you feel them once again sting with tears. Her face drops down to yours as you feel her hot breath pan over your face.
“Flower.” She grunts out to you. The hand that's planted next to you comes up to grab your throat. Both of your hands lay next to your head pathetically. Your face strains as you try holding your breath from her fingers gliding tightly through you.
Abby’s hand could probably wrap around your entire throat, twice. So instead of holding her entire body weight up by your neck, her knuckles push into the bed. She tries not to put too much pressure on you, because she doesn't want to hurt you. She simply just wants you to stay still.
She rocks herself into her hand, acting as if she was actually fucking you. Your neglected clit twitches as you feel her start hitting that deep spot within you. You knew you wouldn't be able to cum from just this, though.
As she starts to get rougher, her hips snap into the back of her hand continuously, pushing her fingers impossibly deeper. Your trembling knees shoot up as you let out a scream, following it with a deep sob.
She lets out a groan for herself every time her hips come in contact with the back of her hand. Her clit hits against it perfectly, making her stutter against you a few times. Besides your own obvious wet sloshes, she was so wet that with each smack of her clit, there was an audible ‘shuck shuck’ with every land.
Your hand comes up to wrap around the wrist that has a hold of your neck, as the other goes down to help the throbbing of your bundle of nerves. Your fingers swiftly find a solid motion, playing with yourself at the same beat of her thrusts.
You could feel her long hair flick across your face every few seconds with her thrusts, tickling you. But you couldn't pay it any thought. Your mind felt like a wheel, just spinning and spinning.
With each rub of your clit, your lower belly clenches up. As you fuck yourself onto her fingers, you try to peak your eyes open to look at her.
All that your hazy eyes can see is, her face pulled up into a snarl. Her blonde hair aggressively sways while curtaining around you. Before you can continue peeking at her, you feel your eyes start crossing, now rolling back into your head.
The wet smacks of your cunt and Abby’s grunts start to slowly fade away as you keep playing with yourself. Her solid thrusts barely falter in contrast to your own hand that starts to lose rhythm. The familiar feeling starts burning in your belly, causing you to tense harshly with each piston of her fingers.
The deepness of her digits just wasn't enough. And the worst part about it was that you could barely form anymore words, all that you would try to say comes out mainly like a garbled mess. All you could really do now was plead to her in your mind.
Oddly enough, It was like she heard your thoughts and prayers in those moments. Meaning a few beats later, she starts slamming them up. Curving them up against the ceiling of your tight heat.
As you hold your breath every few seconds, your hearing starts to hollow out. You’ve never felt like this before. Never had someone treat you this rough during something like this. No one has ever made you feel like this before.
The thick air was intense. It was full of both of your hungry and desperate noises, accompanied by the solid sounds of you getting brutally fucked into this giant’s bed.
Her mouth comes down to your blubbering one, kissing at it. Dragging her lips down, she sucks anywhere on your neck that she can. Coming back up to your face, she sloppily kisses over your mouth yet again, making a mess of you.
“Ye..es. Y..es.” You struggle to get out. Your hand stops and so do your thrusts, body stiffening and tightening up to no end. Your grasp on Abby’s wrist causes your knuckles to brighten against the clutch.
The feeling of release gushes from within you and all over Abby’s thick fingers. The tight compacting of your walls makes her unable to move anymore. She tries pushing through the barrier but your walls clench aggressively as they keep her still.
Your body moves on its own, frenzied as you wail out. Just trying to get away from her consistent battering. Abby tries keeping you as stock-still as she can, proceeding to milk your cunt. Body shaking, your pussy gushes more than it ever has before. You can feel it starting to spill past her fingers.
Without you having to ask now, she stops. Allowing you to start falling down from your high. Your body is limp as your hand falls down lazily. Your chest racks with soft puny cries as you feel your knees buzz with near numbness.
With a small pull of her wrist, she pulls out of you. Your body cringes as she pulls completely out of you. You feel hollow now that she’s gone. Without fully pulling away from you, you jump as her fingers drag up your swollen lips, grazing over your sensitive clit. She brings her pruned and slicked up fingers to her mouth, sucking your cum off of them, dirtily.
As you lay there with your eyes closed trying to build up enough strength to open them, you feel her shuffle above you. The hold that was once circled around your throat, disappears. Head lolling to the side, you sigh in discomfort.
The dark shadow she casts over your closed eyelids is only a bit brighter now that she retreated back onto her knees, sitting up.
Wanting to just close your legs and rest, unbeknownst to you, Abby has other plans. You didn't even think about the fact that she hadn't even cum yet. Your thinking skills felt like they had to swim through miles of fogginess to actually reach your brain, in order to even make a single finger twitch.
You lay there dumbly. Abby doesn't seem to move, as if she’s contemplating something.
Barely lifting your head, it slams back down onto the pillow, seeming as though it weighed a thousand pounds. You feel her take a hold of your legs again, moving them in odd directions.
One knee is brought up near your chest again, just like earlier. Grunting, you muster up enough words. “Wait.. Mm-No. I can't.. No more.” You whimper out. Mustering up enough strength, you open your swollen eyes to look down at where you were both once connected.
She brings a large leg over your lying one, slotting her center right above yours. “nng-Abby, i can't..” Your efforts to deny her are purely moot by now. You stare at her waiting for her to stop, look up at you and listen.
But she doesn't. All she does is keep your leg up and her head down looking at you both. Her hips came down a little, almost touching you. Before bobbing back up. Seeming like she was contemplating the act.
It was as quick as you blinked, her drenched heat drops and connects with yours, slotting together like they were both puzzle pieces. And all you can do is whimper from the sensitivity, along with slight pain.
The amount of wetness Abby has been exuding all this time is ridiculous. She glides her lips through yours, mixing your juices together with deep guttural groans. She rocks and crashes against you in strong waves, just like the ones that were just outside.
As much as you denied it, you wanted it just as much. Your belly and overly-sensitive clit were begging for it. You wanted to cum again. Laying there, you let her use your body to get off.
Your arms are finally coming back to their senses, springing up to grab at her waist. Letting you pull her down. She allows herself to fall into you. Her body completely dwarfs yours as you bring your forearms up to her back in a bear hug.
Your teeth are tightly clenched together but you try very hard to get some audible words out anyway. “Ungg-Feels s’good. Just like that!” Her long and dark hair that framed her drenched cunt, dragged across your clit deliciously.
Now chest to chest with each other's hot and sweaty bodies, you hold on to her for dear life. Hands run up and down her scarred back, you find comfortable spots to dig your nails in.
She lets go of the leg near your shoulder and lets it hang over her bicep, it flops in the air with each thrust. Dropping both palms down next to your head, she uses it as leverage to keep herself going but also to keep herself up, so she doesn't crush you.
Her loud and normal noises are all of a sudden nowhere to be heard, as she continues dragging her hips down into yours. Flipping her head, she makes all of her long hair go over her right shoulder in a swoop, moving it out of her way.
Your ears burn but they perk up at the sounds of, ..not grunting, but.. Whimpers and sniffles. Turning your head from her shoulder, your vision is kind of fucked up by her large body rocking into yours. You catch onto her head tilted back, her eyes closed and mouth ajar.
You see that her muscular neck is protruding with thick veins. And from her head position, you see the slight curve of an adams apple beautifully bob as she swallows her quiet cries.
Your mouth is stuck in a silent scream, now that every thrust is making your clits bump into one another perfectly. Your nostrils flare as you babble every so often.
Wanting to shut your eyes and just take the pleasure being given to you, you can’t make yourself do it. You don't want to look away from her angelic face. Her red cheeks are now damp and streaked with tears, now falling down her neck.
“Th-ank you..” She struggles out. The deep rumble of her voice vibrates straight against your chest. You mewl at that, feeling yourself getting closer. And you know she is too by how uncoordinated her thrusts start becoming.
“Pre-tty Flower.” she sobs out. “Mine”
If you thought they were sloppy before, then you wouldn't even be able to express how they are now. And that helps you get there even quicker. The feeling of her losing herself in you and the solid swipes against your bundle of nerves is enough to tip you over the edge.
Your eyes are shut, body seizing up once again as you cum. You’re unable to feel anything but Abby.
Just her.
You never thought that someone you had just met, could ever make you feel this euphoric. The pure adoration she’s given you since you first connected eyes, was something out of a dream.
As she looks at you like this, she can't help but gasp. She drops her quivering lips to yours in a bruising kiss, squeezing her own eyes shut, forcing the tears to spill out. She cums just like that, kissing you.
Her strong body stutters against you as she clenches. Cumming harder than she ever has before. But it was so much different. So much different than her hand could ever make her feel in these moments.
This isn't something that she could have ever dreamt up, or conjured just from her mind. You were the one person that she felt like was sent here for her, the one person she was able to have just for herself. It was like you truly held up the moon for her.
Her body finally falls down against yours. Sticky chests heave together in destructive harmony.
If she thought that she’d do just about anything for you earlier in the day, there were no words to describe what she’d do for you after this. She’d like to promise that she would go as far as rotating planets for you, if all you did was even suggest it.
Abby shuffles her leg off of yours, so now that it rests comfortably on the bed. It was kind of hard to breathe, but you didn't want to say anything. Even if you did want to, you probably couldn't.
You dont know if you were imagining things from being so delirious, but you swore you could’ve heard Abby whispering against your skin.
She gives lazy kisses to the side of your head, knocking you from your daze. In turn, you peck at her shoulder. Abby tiredly rolls off of you after a few more minutes.
It felt like a train was ran on you, but by a single person. You don't even try to move, you just lay there. And somehow, she has enough strength after all of that to pull you into her front, cradling you like you were the most fragile thing she’s ever held.
And you were. You were the most fragile thing that she’s ever held.
Head raising up and down as it lays over her heavily breathing chest, you doze off into a dreamless sleep.
ITS FINALLY OUUUUT!!!!
I was gonna have a huge paragraph talking about this chapter at the end but I’m absolutely spent. I feel like death and I now hate writing lol.
Anyway, Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it :3 🧡
Chapter 3 is gonna possibly kill me.
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