phoenix

it’s especially after the two of them broke up that things between you and abby became more… muddled. nothing too extreme, neither of you dared to jump that far, but your relationship blurred as you continued to grow close.

at first, it was simple glances that lasted a bit too long, then it turned into bumping into each other just to feel you against her. then you got bold, pulling abby to a quiet corner for a quick peck to the lips away from the group. yet it always felt like you were still friends, from how you’d giggle quietly when your hands groped her over her jacket to the way you’d smile into a kiss.

as a bad storm hits the base, most soldiers are told to stay in. which for abby, really sucks since she gave up the room to manny for the next few days so he can have his fun with whatever woman he’s having a fling with the at the moment.

that may or not be how she ends up crashing at your place for the night, curled up on the other end of the couch from you, a cup of tea warm in her palms as a storm rages outside. conversations with you are always comforting, the kind of ease you have about you making her open up as if on instinct.

“well, i mean, ive been with a few girls before. there was this one girl i was with, but sheesh, she was just… too much,” you chuckle as the conversation veers towards past relationships. “like, i get that i can be a horndog at times, but it was all the time. at least she was good at it. but hey, owen had to be pretty good for you to stay with him for that long.”

“define ‘good’,” abby jokes, taking a sip of her tea, watching as you sit up a little to give her more of your attention. “like, i dunno, what’s good for a guy? that it feels nice, that you like it, and he actually can make you cum.” “oh..” abby trails off, her mind immediately turning back to how sure, her and owen slept together more than a few times, but it was mediocre. hell, even hearing from manny she knew how great some people found it.

“what? don’t tell me he’s never made you cum, abs,” you ask, a bit skeptical. that is until she looks at you but refuses to say anything, an almost guilty look in her eyes. “abs!” “well we were just together so long, i sorta thought that was how it was meant to be?” you stare at her, dumbfounded that she thought it was normal that her boyfriend just couldn’t please her even sexually. “so he just never made you cum, ever?”

waiting expectantly for an answer you let out a scoff of laughter, shedding the blanket draped over your shoulders as you shift onto your knees at her side. “i mean… not really.” she trails off, almost embarrassed to admit it as she peeks up at you from over the lip of her mug.

abby anderson, one of the sweetest, fiercest girls you know, has only ever been with a guy that can’t even get her off. “abs,” you start, a small smile on your face. maybe all those lingering kisses and touches were for good, “do you even know what makes you cum?”

she stares at you like you said you put a pipe bomb under her pillow. sure, you two have gotten closer than abby ever thought you would, but she didn’t think you’d ever ask something like that. but, knowing that she can trust you, she lets out a sigh, setting down her mug, running a hand up her face and pushing her hair back. “no, i always kinda he thought he’d… he’d help me find out.”

your eyes widen at that, scooting closer, waiting for some kind of reaction from her. and when she doesn’t pull away, you plop down into her lap, bold and unabashed. “do you need still need someone to show you?” she knows what you mean: you’re offering to do it for her. but to be honest, the idea doesn’t weird her out all that much. she knows you, knows your body, what’s really so wrong with sleeping with one of your bestfriends? “if you’re up for it.”

letting out a small laugh you shake your head. “abs, i’d be honored.” she knew you would be, it’s just how you are. you’re always there for her, you just make things feel so right. and right about now, the feeing of your lips against hers, bolder than you’ve ever been, feels so damn right.

abby melts into you, her arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close to her chest. you’ve never seen her this into you before and you’re reveling in it. kissing her a bit slower, you swipe your tongue across your lips, knowing you can be a bit rougher with the things she knows. as her lips open against yours, you suck her tongue into your mouth, moaning at the taste of her saliva dripping down your throat and your chin.

you only reluctantly pull away once you start to get lightheaded, a string of saliva hanging between your lips. as your gaze holds hers you watch the way she pants, holding onto you like a lifesaver.

you can both tell how much the other is loving this, being in her arms and being close, feeling her against you. without any thought you slam her lips onto hers, letting abby dragging you onto her lap as she lays back on the couch, her hands firm on the flesh of your thighs, blankets and tea long forgotten.

abby goes from squeezing your thighs to groping your ass, firm globes taking up her palms. she’d be lying if she said just grabbing you like this didn’t have her pressing her thighs together. your hands paw at her chest, the hard muscle of her tits under your fingers has you meeting her thighs in soft thrusts.

this is soo much more than you ever thought you’d ever do with abby, more than you’d ever ask of her. and to have her want this so badly, more than you’d ever expect her to, makes you want to make every second of this amazing, just to make her happy.

sliding your hands down her shirt and under the cold expanse of her abs you cup her breasts, rubbing your thumbs over her pebbled nipples. abby’s heart nearly jumps out of her chest as you grope her, whimpering into your lips, hers hands squeezing you closer. this is how it’s meant to be? this is heavenly. feeling your hands rub over the sensitive skin of her under breast abby shudders forward, pulling back from kiss, lips swollen and red, glistening in hers or your spit, she doesn’t even care at this point.

“you really wanna do this, with me?” you let out in a puff, watching her with wide eyes, trying to catch any flicker hesitation. “wouldn’t want it with anyone else.” once you’re given the green light you press kisses down her jaw, sucking dark hickeys into the column of her throat. chuckling at the hum of her little moans against your lips your one hand stays on her breast, rolling her nipple under your fingers, the other dipping down to unbutton her jeans.

“did he ever touch you like this?” you mutter against abby’s skin. “what?” she huffs, her mind whirling from the barrage of affection all over her, to you trying to make conversation. “owen. did he ever touch you like this?” you parrot yourself, your free hand palming her cunt through her underwear, enjoying how much harder it makes her to talk. “no, he… not like you, never,” abby moans, shuddering once she feels your fingers pressed against her throbbing clit.

“isn’t that cute,” you coo, pushing her shirt up and over her head, biting your lip at the sight of her laid out for you. abby continues to tremble under your touch, her hand shaking as she reaches for your wrist, trying to ground herself while it feels like she’s falling apart. your heart swells when she holds onto you, pulling away just enough to push her pants and underwear off.

“here, you wait just a second, close your eyes for me,” you mutter, standing up and rummaging through your nightstand near your bed to you pull out a wand vibrator. sitting at her side you set the toy down on her bare thigh. “open for me.” abby’s eyes flutter open, shooting wide seeing the vibrator. she never actually used one of those. sure she had one, but it was just to say she did.

“we’re gonna use that?” “if you want,” you hum, kneading her thigh softly, “i’ll be gentle.” letting a out a sigh abby looks at you, a hint of concern still tinging her expression. “you promise?” she ask, only for you to parrot back, “promise.” with that, she nods, her version of telling you to turn it on. “just lay back, i’ll be easy on ya.”

clicking the vibrator on you leave it on the lowest setting for now, gently pressing it against the hood of her clit. almost immediately her hand is digging into your shoulder, her nails dragging over your skin as she lets out a pathetic cry. “too much?” you mutter. but by the way she grinds forward, thick wet globs of her slick dripping down her cunt and staining your couch, you take her bodies answer.

putting a bit more pressure behind it, your gently press the vibrator against her clit, watching her squirm and moan, her head thrown back in pure ecstasy from how you make her feel. abby watches you lean down, your lips meeting her stomach with soft, barely there kisses, your tongue trailing over her abs in soft kitten-licks.

her hands fumble for something to hold onto, her mind whirling between the sweet thrum of your vibrator over her clit or keeping you close enough to feel your skin against her, needing anything to make sure this is real. “a-ah god… tha’s nngh, so good,” she moans, her lip between her teeth as she rolls her hips forward, using you to her hearts content.

“yeah?” you tease, “that feel good?” abby would huff, telling you its mean to tease when she’s not able to even defend herself if she could right now. instead, all she can do is whine and gasp when you press into her just right, her stomach tensing every few seconds.

pressing a kiss to her hip you look up at her, watching her moans drone on as you hold the vibrator down onto her just hard enough for her to feel it. “you look so pretty like this,” you mutter into her skin, decorating her stomach with more kisses than freckles.

“wait, a-ah fuck, feels… oh mmph, please!” she moans, her hand on your shoulder squeezing tighter, her hips bucking frantically from any form of extra friction. with her eyes shut tight a violent shudder racks through her body, a broken moan nearly echoing through your apartment as abby comes undone on your hand and soaking the cushion under her.

slowly, abby comes back down, panting and sinking into the couch. her hands fumble on your shoulder, sliding down to hold your hand. after it all, the hum on her clit is nice, not as exciting as before, but it feels nice afterwards. when you pull away abby lets out a sigh, blinking her eyes open, strands of her hair plastered to her face with sweat.

— there’s a bunch of characters that you pleaded for abby to cosplay in. she isn’t really into cosplaying, but seeing you light up every time you saw the characters you mentioned, she eventually gave in and let you dress her up.

— some characters you’ve mentioned for her to dress-up as were star & stripe from bnha, noi from dorohedoro, and sadie adler from rdr2. after the first time you mentioned sadie adler to her, she dressed up as a cowboy that halloween. best believe you saved a horse and rode something else that night…

— convinced her to play baldur’s gate 3 with you and she romanced the character that resembled you the most, because it really is that deep. she’s normally an early bird, so instead of sleeping late, she schedules the long gameplays when she’s free; seriously, you’ll be up at 11am, see her eyes wide on the screen and ask her what time she woke up…she woke up six hours ago. she gets so locked in, she eventually finishes honor mode before you could even get halfway through act 1. (bonus: she gets lev into it)

— ever since you bought her a rare coin you found online for her numismatist hobby, she’s been going around buying you a new volume of that comic/manga/book you’re currently reading, or a dvd copy of one of your favorite movies. you get random surprises from her, and every time, though deeply thankful, you scold her for spending so much on merch just for you. her only explanation is because she loves seeing how you light up and get all excited.

— you saw a copy of homer’s “The Odyssey” on her shelf once, and as a surprise for her birthday, you bought her the vinyls for “Epic: The Musical”. she played the songs on vinyl and started tearing up, explaining each song to you. she reads so many books, so in combination with that, the way she talks about it includes vocabulary that has you in circles.

— it’s a back and forth when listening to each other talk about interests, though you do find yourself rambling more than abby does; which she doesn’t mind. if it were anyone else, she’d hope for them to shut up.

— acts all playfully smug when she’s better at you in some games you either introduce her to or you play together, but you’re always thankful that she doesn’t go easy on you; it motivates you to be competitive with her when it comes to gaming, and you challenge each other. it’s all in playful fun, and on easy days, the winner determines which chores to do…though abby always backs out and just ends up helping you whenever she wins.