Let's Hyperfixate Together

The Goddess halted in her steps and for once, was a loss for words. Has she ever laid her eyes on something so beautiful? Hela was always surrounded with the army; coarse, rough individuals that share her similar tastes for gruffness. You were the complete opposite from the strong, aggressive soldiers in her battalions. 

Just from here, Hela knew you were soft. The dark navy blue dress was quite snug on your body, clinging to you like it was a size too small. Not that the Goddess minded; she thought the curves outlined were quite gorgeous even if some may find it unsightly. 

A simple obsidian headband was wrapped around the crown of your head with two braids flowing down from the sides, and Hela could see the black wrist wrappings on your forearms, your fingers bare but your fingertips stained black as if you dipped your hands in ink the night before. 

It was the mark of a sorceress. A low level one, of course, but the mark nonetheless. As children, magic wielders are marked with an enchantment to give them status as gifted magicals. Only when older and they learn the countermagic, can the enchantment be removed. You weren’t that young, but definitely in your early years. No older than mid-twenties… Compared to Hela, who was easily over five centuries old. 

The Goddess watched on as your fingertips sparkled and she could see your magic from here… A brilliant green color shined around the Dreamshade flower that was once a royal purple. The color of the petals shifted to black, to white, and then to dark green, like your magic. It was such a trivial thing that no one would notice, but Hela did. She noticed how you used your magic for the little things. 

You enchanted the flowers in the garden, created an echoing melody that the birds would sing in the air, reflected the rays of the sunlight on the novaroses to encourage a faster growth so more people can enjoy them faster. Simple things that no other would care for, but you did. Your touch, while meant to do great and incredible things… wasted on flowers. 

“My, my, what you have done here,” Hela decided to make herself known to you, stepping out into the sunlight and standing behind you with her arms crossed and her hair pulled back, braided around the silver crown marking her as the princess of Asgard. 

Almost immediately, you reeled back, shaking your hands behind your back to shoo the magic away. “Goddess Hela! What a wonderful surprise to see you here!” 

“Mmm, isn’t it just?” Hela smirked, her confidence radiating off of her. She knew she was hot, and she had no issues making this known to all the Nine Realms. Her eyes were always dark and commanding, matching her posture and the way she held herself up. Better than everyone else. And she was better than everyone else. 

When you didn’t move, the Goddess narrowed her eyes, brows knitting down but the smirk remained on her lips. “Well, go on then little one… Kneel before me.”

Many before had hesitated to do as she commanded. If they weren’t in the army, most ran from Hela before she got close, terrified of her wrath and knowing her temper to be nothing short of explosive. But you did no such thing. Instead, you did exactly as she commanded. 

In mere seconds, Hela got the pleasure of watching your body come down on your knees in front of her, both hands resting on the garden’s path as you bowed your head down and stared at the woman’s heeled boots. What a lovely surprise; the little sorceress was so obedient and did exactly what she wanted! 

Hela gave a little chuckle; dark and deep. You shivered at her sound, something akin to excitement racing down your spine as you watched the Goddess’s feet move closer before she lifted her right foot and tucked the toe of her boot under your chin. Very slowly, she tilted your head upward to meet her eyes and you gulped, hands still fisted in the dirt.

“Hel, aren’t you just the cutest thing in this garden?” Hela cursed, her boot digging into your throat and leaving a mark of dirt against your skin. You didn’t move. “Obedient and gifted… Tell me little one, do you fear me?”

“Yes, my goddess,” You answered without hesitation. 

Hela smiled, pleased with your answer. “Good. Fear is the most intelligent response in my presence, is it not?” 

“Yes, my lady,” You dare meet her eyes with your own and Hela felt your shiver from the tips of her toes, all the way to her shoulders. Bright green irises swirled with magic as she stared into your soul, making your breath hitch for the briefest second. She looked past your eyes and within. 

Hela slowly removed her shoe from your neck, standing on both feet once again before she reached down, letting her nails rake across your cheek. It was light, harmless… and then she met your throat. Her fingers curled into the flesh of your neck and you were lifted from where you kneeled, high enough for her to meet your eyes closer.

“Little pet,” She purred in your face. “Calm your thoughts now. They are so loud that you make it obvious.” 

Blush decorated your entire face as you whimpered, resisting the reflex to hold her wrist for stability. Hela saw your struggle and found it amusing, clearly reveling in the suffering of others like it was her favorite pastime. Your breath came out slightly choked and gurgled as she loosened her hold on your neck. “P-Please forgive me, majesty…”

“Forgive you, you say?” This was all a joke to Hela, and she was wondering just how far she could take this. Very carefully, she removed her hand and placed her palm against your cheek. The Goddess heard your thoughts… She saw the inappropriate things you imagined and wondered how far you would take this as well. “I will consider this… if you do one thing for me.” 

“Anything, majesty,” You pleaded, eyes wide and desperate to make amends. Hela laughed, deep in her chest. Her thumb ran across your bottom lip as she bit her own and basked in the way your lips pouted out at the touch. 

“Come to my chambers, little one,” Hela commanded. You regarded her with shock. “An hour after sundown. Do not keep me waiting, understand?” 

“Yes, my goddess,” You said, blushing darkly. “Anything you desire.” 

We shall see, Hela thought with a wicked grin. We shall see, pet. 

Even though she had invited you to her room, she still heard you knock. Hela gave a soft wave with her hand, and the door swung wide open to reveal you looking as frightened as ever. Your dark fingertips were twitching by your stomach, keeping your head down as you stepped inside of her room. The moonlight that cast through her open windows painted you in this gorgeous glow, reminding Hela of the Bifrost’s glimmering bridge. 

“You take direction well,” Hela smiled wickedly.She was out of her formal attire, wearing a beautiful emerald green nightgown that complimented her body perfectly, the silken sleeves wrapped around her upper biceps, and the neckline dipping low enough to expose a dangerous amount of cleavage. It took all of your willpower to not stare at her, but Hela could see you glancing every few seconds.

“It is my duty to obey, your majesty,” You said, keeping your head down even as you heard her heels clicking closer towards you. Hela got off on this power she held over you, over anyone on Asgard. But with you, it felt far more fun. No one had been so eager to please before, and you seemed to follow mindlessly. 

Hela reached out and grabbed your chin gently with her slender fingers, tilting your head upward to meet her glowing green irises. She could feel the magic flowing through you, like you were literally overflowing with power that had yet to reach its fullest potential. 

“You’re strong,” Hela said, much to your pleasure. You beamed like a child receiving praise from their tutor. “You must know more than changing the color of flowers, little one.”

“Y-Yes my lady, I do,” You agreed, nodding as best you could with her holding you by the chin. Hela was beyond pleased with the answer, leaning forward enough so your face was a mere few inches away from hers. You looked at her like the goddess she was, knees shaky and heart racing. 

Hela knew she had the reputation for being unpredictable. She could be smiling like the wicked death harbinger she was, showing nothing but delight and desire… And then seconds later, she could cut out your throat and feel nothing but disgust. Hela was wild, untamed, and dangerous. And she had the feeling that was the reason you were so enthralled. 

“You look so frightened,” Hela taunted, her thumb tracing across your jawline. Her other hand slowly reached for your waist and she let her fingers slide down to your hip, digging into the flesh and finally getting her answer. She was right; you were so soft. “Tell me, pet… What would you do for me?” 

“Anything,” You practically whined. It was music to her ears. 

Hela’s fingers on your jaw slid across your face before she laced her fingers into your hair at the base of your skull. She pulled hard. You made a sound of surprise, eyes going wide and your mouth opening up to take a heavy breath. 

Oh, she loved that face you made. 

“Then follow my orders now, little one,” Hela stepped back a little and when she released your hair, her hand came down across your cheek. Not hard enough to injure you, but hard enough to shock you and bring your focus back to the here and now.

“Kneel.”

You dropped to your knees like she cut your legs out from under you. The way you stared up at her with those wide eyes, a growing red mark on your face from her strike, that pouty look on your face with your bottom lip jutted out. 

Hela was going to ruin you.

“Now I’m not known for my patience, darling,” Hela said, flicking out her wrist and summoning her sword in one fatal movement. She heard your breath hitch, but you stayed silent. Probably wondering if you were going to survive this evening… Hela found you far too amusing to execute you. “Hold still, if you don’t wish to be cut.” 

Hela lifted her sword until the sharp tip of the blade was pressing against your chest right over your heart. You were like stone, not even daring to breathe as she trailed the blade across your chest until the weapon snagged the edge of your neckline. There was a coldness across her features, but a smile went across her face as she dug the blade into the fabric and with a simple flick of her hand, cut the material of your dress clean down the middle. 

The goddess smiled with her eyes this time, her intense gaze softening as she exposed your full, pretty breasts to her heated gaze. The remains of your dress slid down your shoulders and pooled at your waist, chest rising and falling with each intense breath you took. Hela didn’t pull back her sword. She tucked the blade under your chin and forced you to look up and meet her eyes. 

“Good pet,” She cooed sweetly, making you smile and your eyes flutter with arousal. “Now… let’s just see if your mouth is as skilled as your hands.” 

Hela unlaced the back of her nightgown and let it fall to the floor. You whimpered, actively staring now as she was now fully naked in front of you, minus her black heels. Her gorgeously pale skin looked like snow in the moonlight, hair slightly wavy from the braids they were in earlier. A few scars littered across her skin, one at her abdomen in the shape of claw marks, and another on her calf in an X shape just near her knee. 

Her abdomen was toned with muscle, showing that she was a warrior and had strength to back it up. Her thighs were much the same, tight skin around muscle that looked corded and gorgeous on her. Hela knew she was beautiful, and she loved showing it off. And she was happy to show it to someone that was actively appreciating it before her eyes. 

Of course, admiring her legs went more towards admiring her cunt. Hela stayed pristine at all times. Her skin was smooth and hairless from the waist down, pristine and flawless like she was made of porcelain. Hela was aroused beyond belief, the evidence dripping down her inner thighs. Much like your saliva that was dripping down your neck from your gaping mouth.

“You look pathetic,” Hela taunted, still gripping her sword and holding it by your shoulder. You just nodded, looking up to meet her gaze and staring at her tits with hungry eyes. You were quick on becoming her favorite thing to admire. “I want you to listen to me, little one. Are you listening?” 

“Yes, my goddess,” You barked obediently. 

Hela smirked. “You are going to come closer, and you are going to feast… And you will not stop, until I cum. If you stop, you will be punished.” 

The sound you made was enough to make her throb between her legs. Hela shuddered down her spine as she saw you nod, but it wasn’t enough. Her blade twisted, and the pressure was enough to give you a small cut on your shoulder. “Speak when addressed.” 

“Yes, your majesty,” You whined pitifully, scooting closer until your face was inches from her cunt. “I will be good, I promise. I’ll do whatever you command.” 

Hela grinned, reaching out with her unarmed hand and grabbing your face. Her thumb traced your bottom lip and you immediately wrapped your lips around her digit, dragging your tongue over the pad of her thumb and sucking hard. You looked so eager to serve her, and she was feeding off of your energy.

“Open up,” Hela commanded. You opened your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue as she slid her thumb down the appendage and pulled you in by your hair. She was done waiting and pressed your mouth against her pussy with her body curling forward at the relief she felt on your tongue. 

You didn’t waste any time getting to work. Your mouth closed around her, and your tongue traced from her opening towards her clit, circling the bundle of nerves with almost expert precision. The pressure was light at first, like you were afraid to add too much force behind your licks. But your hesitance went out of the window when Hela sighed, her head falling back as she practically rolled her hips forward on your mouth.

Hela didn’t expect you to take initiative so abruptly. Her eyes widened when you grabbed at her thighs, digging your blackened fingertips into the corded muscle as you applied more pressure to her cunt and licked like you were practically born for this servitude. 

You were good… Hela hadn’t expected this from you. Fuck, you had a very skilled tongue. Every lap at her pulsing clit made her shiver with delight, and when you moved just right, it sent shocks down the back of her skull. Hela noticed how you didn’t close your eyes, and you were staring at her like you couldn’t get enough of her. 

Before Hela could give you another snarky, teasing remark, you bent forward a little more and wiggled closer between her legs and wrapped your lips around her clit. You sucked hard, teeth grazing across her hypersensitive nerve bud and making the goddess of death cry out in pleasure. Her abdomen caved in, muscles tightening as she lost the grip she had on her sword and let the metal clatter down to the floor. 

“Gods above,” Hela said through breathy gasps, grabbing at your hair and yanking you back away from her cunt, much to your dismay. You broke off of her, your face glistening with her arousal and breathing heavy like you just came up from underwater. “W-where did you learn to do such things, pet?” 

Hela had never stuttered before. But you nearly made her collapse, and she was at a loss for words. You looked so pretty, her juices drenching your face from the nose down and a look in your eyes that just screamed you wanted more. 

“I…” You swallowed hard. “I don’t know, majesty… This is the first time I’ve done this.” 

Hela’s heart thrummed in her ribs, hands twitching in your hair as she finally realized what was happening. This woman, this pristine and terrifying warlord, The Goddess of Death, was having the privilege and pleasure of being your first lover. Your talent was natural, raw, and she wanted more of it. 

There was a pause in her thoughts before Hela growled like a wolf. “Get back here.” 

Your tongue went right to her opening, tilting your head all the way back and pushing inside of her tightness with a hard breath through your nose. Hela shuddered, loving the sensation of your tongue inside of her pussy and practically grinding against your mouth. Her body was thrumming with heat, chasing her pleasure on your maw and basking in your attentiveness. 

Hela didn’t need to give any direction. You knew exactly what to do, how to do it, what she wanted and how hard she wanted it. And just as she commanded, you only used your mouth. Your tongue flattened on her clit and you lapped at her as if she was your only source of sustenance. Hela was shameless with her sounds, loud enough that she was certain the entire castle could hear her pleasure. 

“That’s it pet,” Hela said breathlessly, one hand still in your hair while the other was squeezing her breast, pulling hard on her nipple for extra stimulation. You noticed, wishing you could reach and do it for her, but your fingers did all they could against her skin, grabbing at the goddess’s rear and squeezing the flesh with every stroke of your tongue. 

Hela rolled her hips forward, grinding on your mouth until she angled herself just right and damn near collapsed. Both hands grabbed at your head and she pressed you hard into her body. Your nose smushed against her pelvic bone, cutting off your breathing while she held you perfectly still and tugged your hair. 

“Right there,” Hela commanded, eyes rolling back and her inner thighs shaking. “Do not fucking stop.” 

Like the obedient pet you were, you obeyed wordlessly, whimpering against her cunt and making the goddess shiver from head to toe. She was teetering on the edge, her nerves wound tight like a bowstring, pulling back and making her hold her breath. Hela groaned, biting on her bottom lip and urging you to keep going with praises mixed with threats. 

“Good girl, just like that,” Hela said in an out of breath tone. “Come on, come on my little whore, fuck your goddess!” 

You moaned loud, the vibration going from your tongue against her clit and Hela felt the bowstring inside snap, her whole body going rigid and pleasure washing all over like a cold storm. She practically collapsed on you, her knees wobbling and tugging on your hair so hard that it gave you a headache. 

Hela growled like a beast with every new wave of euphoria, shaking against you and making sure that you knew even though she was reduced to a moaning mess, she was still in charge here and you had no real power. Hela could still slice your throat if she wanted when she was finished with you. 

It wasn’t until Hela felt overstimulated did she pull you back, forcing you to stop licking and sit there with a pitiful whimper and your eyes glazing over. You looked wasted, and Hela was so satisfied that your intoxication was from her pussy. She knew that look, the way you were salivating and how your eyes kept darting down to her cunt and up to her eyes. 

You are addicted now. Had Hela not stopped you, you could have kept eating her out all fucking night long. Maybe if you were good, she might let you one night… Hela was definitely not killing you; you were her new prized possession. 

“Look at me,” Hela demanded, tapping your cheek with her hand. You panted, still wet from the bridge of your nose down to your chin. “Focus, right here little one.”

“Yes, your majesty,” You said obediently. Your voice sounded gravely and out of breath, but nonetheless sweet and melodic. 

Hela smiled, and it was truly genuine. Her eyes softened, and there was no malice in her stare like all the times before. She reached down, lifting you up to your feet and grabbing the back of your neck. You couldn’t even catch your breath before she was bending down and shoving her tongue into your mouth, tasting herself in your saliva. 

You moaned, reaching out and cautiously grabbing at her waist while she held you and moved her lips on yours with not so much hunger as it was starvation. Hela wanted more, but this time, she wanted you. 

“This is what will happen, pet,” Hela said between heated kisses, pulling your attention back as best she could. “You will lie down on the bed, face down. Put your ass in the air, and present yourself to your goddess.” 

The noise you made was comical, and it had Hela’s blood rushing to her ears. She grinned, leaning forward until she could whisper in your ear with that growl in her tone that you loved so much, as evident from you shivering. 

“You belong to me, understand?” Hela snarled. You nodded quickly. “You are my personal whore. Not another soul in the Nine Realms can have you.” 

“Yes,” You huffed, nuzzling against her face and drawing her attention to how desperate you were acting. Hela had always wanted someone to worship her beyond the battlefield. She’s had amusing lovers before, but you? You were something special. 

“Say it,” Hela demanded, reaching down and smacking your rear with both hands. You jumped forward, stumbling until your body was flush against hers. The softness of your breasts against her own was a good feeling, and she wanted to feel it every single damn night. “What are you, pet?” 

You said it obediently. Hela could practically smell your horniness. “I’m the property of Goddess Hela… I’m her slut.” 

She smiled, wicked and dark before grabbing at the remains of your torn dress and pulling until the fabric joined hers as a heap on the floor. Hela grinned, seeing the dark green lingerie under your clothes and wondering if you wore it just for her. 

Kara was proud of it too. At every spare second, she was kissing the bruises she left behind, licking at the scrapes down your sides, and practically worshipping you every time she made you cum. She must have made you finish at least ten times now. And she wasn’t done with you.

This was, by far, uncharted territory for you. A foreign concept for a woman who has only ever done this to others. But tonight? You wanted to know how it felt. You were dying to know how it felt. And Kara had promised she would be gentle. 

At some point, you managed to convince Kara to shut her window so the entire city didn’t actually know Supergirl lived in this loft. And part of you didn’t want anybody else to know that she was about to use the strap on you. 

Kara had seen you put on the harness at least twenty times before. She stepped into the buckles, tightening the straps around her hips and inner thighs while running her hand across the smooth silicone toy attached to the harness. It was about 8 inches, a deep cerulean blue, and Kara loved it when you used it on her… But now, it was her turn.

“Nervous?” Kara smirked, watching your eyes flick from the dildo, to her face, trembling on the mattress while keeping your arms above your head. 

All you could manage was a little nod, biting your lip and taking deep, heavy breaths. She promised to be gentle, and you believed her. So you didn’t have anything to worry about… right? 

“Just relax, babe,” Kara reached out and ran her hand across your chest, nails tracing over your sternum and then under your right breast. She felt your heart racing, heard it even, and she quickly did her best to calm you down. Her hand slid over the front of your neck and she traced her thumb across your bloody bottom lip. 

Immediately, you wrapped your lips around her thumb, licking the pad of her digit and sucking on it just enough to make her shudder. She held you by the jaw and kept your head forward, so you couldn’t even try to look away.

Kara crawled onto the bed, sitting back on her knees and slowly spreading your legs wide open. The look in her eyes was dark, devious, and still hungry even after 12 whole hours of being on your body. You had bite marks all over the inside of your thighs, bruises on the outside in the shape of her hands, and your pubic hair was soaking wet, arousal sticking inside of your legs. 

You were so wet that she probably didn’t even need lube for this, but you asked just in case… This would be the first time someone had strapped you before, and you were terrified, but excited. Kara cracked open the bottle of lubricant that you always used on her and let it drip down onto the toy and then put a little against your cunt. You sobbed, digging your heels into the mattress.

“Easy,” Kara said sweetly. “Just breathe… That’s it, good girl…” 

She was teasing you on purpose. Kara leaned forward, towering over you and lining the silicone up with your pussy. She grabbed the base of the dick, rubbing it against your clit and making you jolt upward against her. The blonde licked her lips before she leaned back just enough to watch it happen.

That press of cool silicone against your opening made you shake, trying to keep your moans in just as Kara took a breath and rolled her hips forward. Just like she thought, the strap slid right in, no resistance and stretching you out almost like it was perfect. 

Kara drooled, literally. Saliva slipped from her kiss bruised lips as she stared at the cock sliding into you with no struggle. And the noise you made? She had died and gone to heaven. You made the most pathetic, whiny sobbing sound she has ever heard in her entire life, tears pricking at your eyes and your whole body buzzing with pleasure. 

“K-K-Kara… Ohmyg…”

“Are you okay?” The blonde gently got your attention, trying to reorganize your thoughts. You grabbed at her biceps, digging your arms in and huffing through clenched teeth. You’ve never been stretched out like this before, and had this been anyone else, you would be resistant and hesitant… But it was Kara. It was your beloved superhero. 

You nodded quickly, leaning forward a little and pressing a kiss to her lips that was mostly tongue and teeth. Sloppy and desperate, just like she had been for the last 12 hours. Kara took this chance to slowly pull her hips back and then roll forward at a slow pace, testing how it felt for you before she really lost her mind. 

The sounds your pussy made around the toy had her shuddering. You were absolutely soaking wet, and all the noises you made just screamed submission. Soft, whiny, breathy moans that she’s never heard before today. Truth be told, Kara had no idea you were capable of making these sounds… 

You reached for her shoulders, digging your nails in and meeting her eyes. She looked so possessive, so primal, so… so dominant. Your sweet, sensitive girlfriend was dominating you like she had been doing it her entire damn life. 

“Talk to me, baby,” Kara said with a seductive smile. “How does it feel?” 

You whimpered, feeling her thrust forward a little harder and it made your body jolt upward. 

“Good,” You said quickly. “So, so good… F-Fuck, that’s deep…” 

The Kryptonian chuckled, leaning back until she was sitting upright and stared down at the scene in front of her. Your bitten thighs were spread wide, heels digging into the mattress as your cunt was clenching around the toy in the most vulgar way possible. Your entire body was slick with sweat, your muscular abdomen concaving with every deep breath you took, and that look in your eyes… That beautiful, blissed out look that Kara had been addicted to all day long.

“Oh? Like this?” Kara grabbed your hips and lifted you off the bed with ease. She slowly pulled you closer until she was able to push her hips right against yours, bottoming out inside of you. The noise you made was beyond pathetic. You had never felt this in your entire life. 

Kara was in awe at how well you were taking it. She drooled at seeing your pussy stretched out like this around the cock she was wearing, admiring the way you squeezed around her and whenever she moved just right, she heard your heart pick up speed. 

“Rao, just look at you,” Kara teased. She had been doing a lot of that today. “T-Taking me so good… so pretty on my dick, baby.” 

“T-That’s not f-f-fair…” You stuttered out, tripping on your words whenever Kara would roll her hips upward like she was seeing if she could go any deeper inside of you. Her own arousal was dripping down onto the sheets, but at this moment her pleasure was her last concern. All Kara wanted to do was see you fall apart. 

“Not fair?” She grinned, looking slightly unhinged as she grabbed at the back of your thighs. Her fingernails dug into your skin, lifting your legs up and resting them against her shoulders. The feel of her blonde hair tickled your skin as Kara stared and decided she was going to make a show of this. “How’s this for not fair?” 

Kara slowly pulled her hips back, watching the way the strap slid out of you and she groaned like the toy was part of her. Like she could feel it herself. The tunnel vision she had was something you’ve never seen with her before. Kara was always vigilant and just seeing how her only focus was on you and the way you shivered with every roll of her hips. 

Words were getting stuck in your throat, as every single movement ripped another moan out of you. Kara was loving it, and she could hypothetically tease you like this forever, but it seemed like her patience was starting to get short. 

Kara pulled her hips back, going slower this time, before they snapped forward hard enough to make you jolt and have the headboard smack the wall. The sound you made… Kara had never, ever heard you make that sound before. 

“What was that?” Kara was breathless, staring you down with lightning intensity. For even the briefest second, she had x-rayed you, and just seeing the silicone so deep in your cunt, and watching the way your ribs expanded with your breathing… She repeated her movement and watched the dick press against something inside of you that made your whole body go limp. 

“K-Kara! Kara, fuck, please,” Your words were rushed, pleading, stuttery. 

“Please, what?” The superhero panted, licking at her lips and refocusing to look at your face and not your skeleton. Her fingers kneaded at your hips, tracing the bruising already there, and waiting for your answer. “What do you want, sweetheart?” 

“J-Just… Just–” You attempted to push yourself against her, but she didn’t budge. Kara wasn’t going to give you anything unless you said it… Fuck, she was cruel when she was dominant. But you liked it; hell, you needed this. It felt so freeing to give up your control for once. 

For the longest time, you were a woman of iron and stone. Before Kara, you were cold and commanding, like the light inside of you was dying and turning to nothing but smoke. But Kara… Sweet, gorgeous Kara…

You were more than happy to submit to the Girl of Steel. 

“Fuck me,” You sobbed, tears tracking your face. “Fuck me, Kara Zor-El.” 

There was this feral air that surrounded the Kryptonian when you said her last name. Her alien last name, the one she was born with. Kara’s eyes lit up, heat vision glowing around her irises before she leaned down and met you with a kiss that was nothing but tongue, teeth, and spit. 

Just like that, Kara’s movements became almost frantic as she pulled her hips back and slammed forward. She was rough, acting more like an animal than your girlfriend. Like she had something to prove here as every single thrust had that cock pressing against your cervix and making your toes curl every single time. 

Kara broke the kiss to look at you, and to taunt you. “My strong girl, taking me so fucking good… You sound so pretty like this baby.” She was so into this that you didn’t know how Kara would ever be comfortable being submissive again. 

“Nnnnhhhh,” You whined out through clenched teeth, feeling Kara’s sweat literally dripping from her face and down onto yours. You reached up, hands carding through her blonde hair and gently pulling on it whenever she hit inside of you just right that it made you spasm. “F-Fuck… y-you’re really… really good at this, baby…” 

“Yeah?” Kara laughed. “You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my cock?” 

You swore that her voice wasn’t always this deep, nor this powerful. Kara did a lot of things to you, but this was a new kind of sexiness she possessed. She pressed a few little kisses down your neck and licked at the big bite mark she had left on you earlier before groaning against your skin. 

“Do you have any idea,” Kara leaned back, looking down into your watering eyes. “How bad… I want to get you fucking pregnant right now?” 

Maybe it was her heat talking, and maybe it was her heat doing things to you… But as soon as she said that, you swore that it sent shockwaves right to your cunt that clenched around her dick. And, as usual, Kara noticed. She felt your temperature rise, and heard your heart skip. The smile that spread on her face was enough to make you sob.

“Oh, someone wants that?” Kara taunted, reaching for your neck. You immediately leaned into her touch, even as she used her crazy alien strength and squeezed your throat. Not enough to cause too much pain, but just enough to make you know she was in charge. “You want me to put a baby in you?”

“Yes! Yes yes yes,” You sobbed with no hesitation. You never thought you’d be on the receiving end of your breeding kink. But Kara was doing things to you. Things that made you want to feel her put a fucking kid inside of you. 

“Come on baby,” Kara said through clenched teeth. “Come on, cum for me, cum on my cock… Gonna breed your pretty pussy.” 

You snapped like a whip, your whole body arching from the bed as you rolled against her aggressive thrusts and sobbed like it caused you actual harm. Kara made you cum… She made you cum on penetration alone. She got you to cum while imagining her getting you pregnant with her baby, breeding you like you were her fucking property. 

Like your body belonged to nobody, but Supergirl. 

Kara held you by the hips, keeping yours flush against hers as you squeezed around the strap and spasmed with every wave of ecstasy. Her thumb rubbed across the pulse in your neck as you grabbed her by the shoulders and dug your nails in. She didn’t even flinch, but rather leaned down just enough to kiss you and drink up your cries of pleasure. 

“Good girl…” Kara praised, breaking the kiss just enough to wipe your tears away. “That’s my good girl…” 

“Fucking Christ, Kara,” You said it like she destroyed you. “C…Can’t feel my legs.” 

Kara slowly pulled her hips back, seeing the way you shuddered as she slid out of you and began to undo the harness on her hips. You looked down just in time to see a white ring around the base of the dildo and you felt absolutely mortified. You created that kind of fucking mess? 

“Easy,” Kara said softly, leaning down just enough to kiss your forehead. You were at your limit, and she knew it. Your heart was beating funny, and your breath was giving off so much heat that it was dangerous. Kara laid down next to you and urged you to use her as a pillow. “Just breathe… You did so well.” 

You inhaled slowly, trying to keep your heartrate under control as Kara ran her fingers through your hair and pressed gentle kisses to your forehead. Your own hands reached out and you held her at the hip, almost like you were afraid she would vanish without you holding her. 

“How’d I do?” Kara teased.

You looked up, and stared at her like she just said something batshit insane. “Are you fucking… Baby, you might be better than I am!” 

The kryptonian laughed, her head going back as she just shook her head. “No, I’ve felt you. You are definitely better.” 

“Well,” You grinned. “I suppose that’s another thing I need to teach you.”

“Oh really? And when should we–” 

The sound of a phone ringing had your whole body going stiff. Kara recognized her own ringtone almost instantly as she reached for where the phone was sitting on her nightstand. She glanced down, and then shared an embarrassed look with you. “It’s Alex… Oh no, what am I supposed to tell her?” 

“That you fucked me with an inch of my life?” 

Kara’s whole face went red. “You’re not very helpful.”

“Oh, I’m not trying to help.” 

Kara eventually answered her phone, but couldn’t think of a valid excuse for why she couldn’t go into work for the next two days, or why you couldn’t either. It got so bad that you grabbed the phone and very aggressively said, “You wanna know what’s going on, boss? You know anything about Kryptonian heat cycles?” 

The silence from the line was palpable. And then Alex made a noise of disgust. “Nevermind… Enjoy your two days off, ladies.” 

“No!” Abby immediately jumped off the floor, attempting to pull on her pants the rest of the way but getting winded halfway through and collapsing on her bed. “Just tired. I’ll be fine after I…”

You saw her hesitate and when searching her face, Abby looked as if she had just swallowed her own tongue. A hand went to her stomach and you reacted on instinct, dumping out whatever was residing in her small trash bin and holding it between her knees. Abby lurched forward and emptied the entirety of her stomach contents into the bucket.

You’ve seen a lot of gross things in your life, so Abby throwing up wasn’t exactly hard to handle. You held her long blonde hair back away from her face and gently rubbed her back as it seemed almost like she wouldn’t ever stop. When she did, you took the bandanna from your pocket and gently wiped her face, cleaning the tears from her cheeks and the strands of spit on her chin.

Poor strong, invincible Abby Anderson was sick as a dog, and completely in denial. There was no fucking way you were letting her go anywhere today. “You’re staying right here.”

“No, no, Isaac n-needs me at the—”

“To hell with what Isaac needs,” You scowl, narrowing your eyes at her and standing up from the floor. “I’ll radio over and tell him you are too sick to leave base. And I’m staying here to make sure you don’t try to fucking sneak out when no one’s watching.”

“You’re gonna jeopardize your rotation to look after me?” Abby chuckled, and that immediately turned into the most heartbreaking coughing fit you’ve ever heard in your life. She sounded like she just took a cheese grater to her esophagus.

With a wordless glare, you turned yourself around and immediately headed for comms in order to call the FOB and let Isaac know that Abby and yourself weren’t going anywhere. He was angry at first, but after you explained her symptoms, in heavily graphic detail, he finally let it go and allowed you both to stay behind.

You decided to head down to the mess hall and grab a few fresh canteens of water along with some toast, just to see if Abby could keep something down. If not, you’d have to revert to other ways on keeping her from getting worse.

You returned to her room about ten minutes later and saw that she was still trying to leave, just as you suspected she would. “Abby, no! You’re not going anywhere!”

The blonde that you would normally be terrified of when talking to in such an aggressive voice just looked at you like you told her she couldn’t eat cake for dinner. Her face twisted in such abstract sadness and she collapsed into her hands, sobbing like a child.

Well… you didn’t expect that kind of reaction.

“Honey,” You sat down next to her, gently rubbing your hand down her back and holding her bicep as softly as possible. Her whole body was shaking and you wordlessly pulled her against you, allowing the blonde to press her face into your chest and cry until she felt better, which could take hours at this rate. “It’s okay, Abby… Shhh… everything’s alright, it’s just one day—”

“They need me out there,” She sniffled, wiping her nose on the back of her hand and looking at you with the most heartbreaking expression you’ve seen her carry in your entire fucking life. If looks could break hearts, this was one of them. Abby did an amazing impression of a wounded puppy. “They n-need me to k-keep them safe a-and—”

“Abby, you can’t keep anybody safe when you’re like this,” You gently reach forward and push the hair away from her sticky forehead, using the sleeve of your long-sleeved shirt to wipe the sweat away from her skin. “You can’t keep yourself safe like this… you could get hurt out there. Maybe even get killed—”

“Bullshit,” Abby chuckled like what you said was some bad joke.

“You aren’t immortal, honey,” You ran your fingers through her hair slowly, trying to calm her down. “Even you aren’t safe from death, doesn’t matter how much you can deadlift.”

Abby scoffed but couldn’t help but smile at your words as she finally seemed to accept the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere. Wordlessly, she fell over and put her head on your shoulder, leaning against you and happily accepting that your hands were slightly chilly compared to her hot face. You pressed your palms against her cheeks and frowned. You had to bring her temperature down somehow.

“Come on, let’s get you into a shower,” You slowly lifted her off the bed and grabbed one of her towels that were hanging off the side of the top bunk part of her bed that was just used as a storage space. “You smell like puke.”

“Shut up,” Abby snipped back, wrapping an arm over your shoulders as you led her out of the dorm room and to the communal showers which were, for the most part, empty minus a few stragglers that had today off. When they saw Abby, however, they cleared away from her like she was infected with the plague from how terrible she looked.

“You aren’t supposed to shower with someone else,” One of the new soldier recruits said. You let out a scoff and pulled out your pistol, pointing it at her face and looking her dead in the eyes.

“How ‘bout now?” The half-naked woman held her hands up and immediately began walking away, like you scared the shit out of her with one simple gesture. You mocked her with fake sympathy. “Aw, different story? No, come back… Dumbass.”

It took almost all of your focus to keep Abby from hitting the floor as you helped her out of her clothes, stripping them off one by one and creating a pile by the locker as you stripped off your own clothes and hid your pistol under your jeans. Abby immediately started coughing, bringing her arm up to cover it as she pushed her face into her elbow.

The steam and the change in temperature must have shocked her lungs and you suddenly felt guilty. “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t think about the steam… okay, easy… breathe slowly, okay?” You gently rubbed at her back and led her towards the stall on the far end, resting your girlfriend’s beautifully muscular body against the shower wall and trying not to look too turned on by her as you turned on the water.

In the process of turning the knobs to try and get it to the perfect lukewarm temperature, you felt Abby curl her arms around your middle and rest her forehead against your back, pushing her face between your shoulder blades and panting like she couldn’t catch her breath. This was clearly taking a lot out of her, and you needed to work fast, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to comfort her.

“It’s okay, baby… Once you’re cleaned off, we’ll go straight back to bed, okay? Shouldn’t take more than ten minutes, I promise,” You cooed, turning around and slowly leading Abby into the semi-warm water that hit her body and she went stiff at the temperature. You knew she loved her showers blistering hot, but any hotter and it could make her fever worse, maybe even make her pass out.

“Fuck, that’s cold,” Abby whined, hiding her entire body against yours as she held you close and shivered. You slowly adjusted the temperature, making it as hot as you felt comfortable offering her while pressing little kisses against her face. “J-Just a little hotter, please?”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s gotta stay lukewarm, Abby. Come on, you know this; your friends are medics.”

“Can’t blame me for trying?” Abby looked down at you as she stood up straight, her blonde hair sticking to her skin as she leaned down and pressed a little kiss on your lips. You held your breath, knowing she still smelled like vomit, and she knew that she did as well, but was wondering just how far she could push before you demanded she brush her teeth.

“Alright, come on, head back,” You turned her around and stepped away from the spray, allowing the water to slide down her hair as you ran your fingers through it and scraped them across her scalp. You felt her shiver at your nails on her skin and you reached for the shampoo inside of the stall, gently adding a small amount to her hairline and working it into a lather. “Feeling better?”

“Cleaner, maybe… I don’t know about better,” Abby’s heart was racing like a wild horse, and normally it would be because you two were taking a shower together. But now, it was pure exhaustion. Abby was fighting just to stay standing.

“Okay, well your hair is clean, now just have to do… all this,” You gestured to her body and she rolled her eyes at your words.

“Don’t even; you love all this,” Abby teased playfully, reaching down and gently squeezing your rear as the water raced down her back and kept her warm. You must’ve been freezing in comparison; your skin was so cold! “Baby, come here, you can be under the water too!”

“Abby, I already took a shower this morning,” You chuckled. “This isn’t about me; this is about you.”

“But you’re cold,” She frowned deeper, wrapping her arms around you like it was all she could do to warm you up. You rolled your eyes and kissed her cheek, trying to get her to let you go but she was now standing still, holding you like you might float away if she let you go. “No, stay right here. Not going anywhere.”

“Abigail,” You warned, using her full name as a threat. She huffed like a child and shoved her face into your neck. “You’ve got like… three minutes left in here, come on—”

“Mm-mmm,” She shook her head, humming a disapproving sound as she kept you still. You couldn’t fight her off even if you wanted to. The only saving grace that could separate you two was if her illness acted up… and that’s exactly what happened. The scent of the shampoo finally reached her nose and Abby tensed up before sneezing, stepping away from you and covering her face with both hands.

She sneezed almost five times and you smirked, grabbing the bar of soap on the shower rack and waiting patiently for her little sneeze fit to be over. When she finally caught her breath and looked up at you, she immediately started pouting. “Fine, you win. Scrub me down already.”

“Mm-hmm, that’s what I thought.”

It was about fifteen minutes later when you both returned to her dorm room, having to walk back in just towels after dumbly forgetting to bring spare changes of clothes for both of you. Luckily, the only people in the hall were the ones that knew better than to look at Abby for more than ten seconds. And you brandishing your gun was also a good motivator.

As soon as you two were back inside, you helped her down and immediately started drying her off after locking all of the doors. Now you two were officially quarantined to keep the rest of the WLF base from getting sick and you didn’t need random soldiers looking inside to see where the top-ranking soldier was on a busy day and why she wasn’t in the field.

Once her skin was dry, you helped her into a fresh set of clothes, sliding on her skin-tight boxer shorts and long-sleeved lightweight sleep shirt that should keep her temperature at a manageable level. As soon as you were dressed in some of her clothes as well, you sat her down on the bed and began to run a brush through her long blonde hair.

“Don’t fuck it up,” Abby warned, like there was any real bite to her voice. You rolled your eyes and began to easily braid her hair like you had been doing it all your life.

“You forget that I did this for you when you broke your damn finger, missy?” You taunted. Abby responded with her middle finger, which you immediately started laughing at when you saw the scar over her middle knuckle. “Yeah, that’s the finger you broke!”

“Are you done?” Abby snapped, and you simply tugged on her hair to keep her still.

“Remind me, how did you break it?”

“…slammeditinthetruckdoor—” Abby mumbled under her breath.

“You slammed it in the truck door,” You repeated, almost like the way she said it wasn’t good enough. A low groan of embarrassment left her as you giggled and tied her braid off at the end with a strip of ribbon that you found on her nightstand. Once you both were finally set, you offered Abby the canteen of water and began to readjust her pillows so she would be sitting up a little straighter on the mattress.

Abby downed almost half the water in the canteen but immediately started coughing again when she pulled it away, her hand going to her chest as she slightly pounded on her sternum.

“Easy, easy,” You cooed softly, rubbing her back and trying to help her breathing, hoping that she would get her breath back and could stop coughing. When she finally did, you rewarded her with a kiss to her cheek and scooted her over a little. “Here, lay down on me.”

“What, why?”

“Just listen to me for once,” You sighed, laying down on the pillows that you pulled off the top of her bunk and watched the blonde sigh and crawl on top of you, wrapping one arm around your middle and resting her cheek against your chest. You gently rubbed up and down her back, slipping your hand under her shirt and caressing her skin and rubbing at the creases of her spine. She was so warm that it almost scared you. “Poor thing… you must feel awful.”

“I do…” Abby whined, sniffling and wiping at her nose again with the back of her hand. “This is the worst thing that could have happened.”

“What have we learned?” You looked down, your nails gently scratching at her back.

Abby feigned innocence. “Mmmm… I dunno what you’re talking about—”

“Abby, we both know why you’re sick,” You looked down at her and saw her avoid your gaze as her cheeks turned a soft pink. “Don’t walk on thin ice when you don’t know how deep the water is.”

“You know damn well that my boot got stuck in the snow and I fell in,” Abby said defiantly, and you could hear it. The more she talked, the more nasally she got, and it wasn’t long until she was breathing through her mouth because her nose was so stuffed up.

“Okay, I’m sorry honey,” You scratched down the length of her spine, making her shudder as she closed her eyes and simply basked in your soft touch. Your gentle caresses and soft scratching felt like heaven on her sore, aching muscles as she was already starting to fall asleep against your chest, her breathing becoming heavier. You continued to scratch at her skin, not even caring how tired your arm was getting as Abby snored peacefully.

Normally she didn’t snore so loudly, but she couldn’t breathe through her nose, and she was incredibly sick, so you weren’t about to hold it against her. Luckily for you, you could fall asleep through anything, so it wasn’t that hard to doze off with her aggressive snoring.

It was about 2 hours later when you heard aggressive knocking on the door and let out a huff of annoyance. Very carefully, you wiggled out from underneath Abby, pulling the blanket up to fully cover her body as you walked over to the door and unlocked it.

“Owen?” You blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light in the hall. “What is it?”

“Manny said that she was sick,” He looked over your shoulder and saw Abby under the blanket on her bed. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” You said, trying so hard not to be aggressive with him. “I’m taking care of her.”

“Making sure she gets enough water? Has she eaten anything? I can run down to the mess hall and—”

“Owen,” You interrupted, staring the man in the eyes. “I said I’m taking care of her. I can handle this on my own—”

“But you don’t know what she’s like when she’s sick. She’s kind of a pain in the ass and she’s angry all the time—”

“Really? Cause she hasn’t been like that at all with me,” You shoot back, narrowing your eyes at him and sliding the door until the only thing he was able to focus on was you, and not his ex-girlfriend. “Owen, do yourself a favor and walk away.”

“But I can—”

“You come into this room, and I will stop you,” You held the door closed even after he tried to push it open. Owen looked like he was trying to set you on fire with his eyes, clearly pissed that you weren’t giving in and letting him see her, in any capacity. “You don’t get it. Abby is at her most vulnerable right now. She’s sick, and she needs someone who will actually take care of her, not make her feel worse.”

“I wouldn’t make her feel worse,” Owen stepped forward, making you lean back to avoid his breath. Did this man ever brush his damn teeth? Apocalypse or not, he had toothpaste, for the love of fuck. “I just want to—”

“She’s not yours anymore, Owen,” You stepped out of the room and into the hallway, aggressively slamming the door and getting in his face. Now he was able to see that you were wearing her clothes and had this aura of protectiveness about you that would make Isaac think twice about challenging you right now. “Abby is dating me. And the sooner you come to peace with that, the sooner you can stop embarrassing yourself.”

“This isn’t about… This wasn’t—” Owen stumbled over his words, looking at you like you were insane. “I’m not doing this because—”

“Then you’d have no problems with me telling Mel that you were here? Trying to take care of her and push me aside so you could?” You crossed your arms. Owen immediately went silent and looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of you, but instead, he walked away almost immediately.

You scoffed as he walked away. “That’s what I fuckin’ thought.”

As soon as you opened the door and returned to the room, you looked up to see Abby standing at the foot of the stairs, the blanket wrapped around her body. There was this pouty look on her face as she looked up at you and you frowned at her expression. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“M’hungry… Can I go and get food?” She was practically begging you now.

“No, you have to stay here,” You stepped forward, leaning down and kissing her forehead. “Go lay back down, sweetheart. I’ll get us some food, okay?”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” You led her back to bed and fluffed the pillows, easing her back down on the mattress and tucking the blanket under her like you were wrapping her up like a burrito. “There, better?”

“Now you’re just being weird,” Abby chuckled, which immediately triggered a coughing fit. You rolled your eyes and helped her drink some water to try and soothe her throat. But now that the blanket got jostled around, she was less comfortable. “Can you do it again?”

She was like a puppy, begging for attention, but ashamed to ask for help. You repeated the process and tucked the blanket under her body, kissing her forehead and sliding her hoodie over your torso, leaving the room in just her shorts, hoodie, and your socks. You didn’t even bother with shoes.

“Don’t go anywhere. I will be right back, okay?”

“Yes, doctor,” She rolled her eyes and tried to go back to sleep as you left the room and headed down into the mess hall. It didn’t take you a ton of time, as the stadium was damn near empty today.

You heard from the soldiers that were on rotation that Scar attacks were getting more and more frequent, and they were taking heavy losses. A lot of people you knew were probably dead and in body bags, waiting to be buried when the ground was no longer frozen. Unless they requested when they joined to be burned… a lot of people actually requested to be burned.

There was this sickening feeling inside of your stomach as you went to the kitchen and sweet talked one of the cooks into giving you two helpings of chicken and rice soup to take with you back upstairs to Abby’s dorm.

The entire walk back, that feeling wouldn’t go away… You knew that if you hadn’t stopped Abby from leaving today… if she had gone out in the cold, braving the snow and forcing her exhausted body to do what it normally does when she feels fine… You knew Abby would have made a mistake today. You knew something would have happened and Abby would have ended up dead.

You pushed open the door to Abby’s room and kicked it closed behind you, slowly approaching her little kitchen area with the pitcher of soup that had more than enough for the both of you. You went into her cabinet and saw that she only had three clean bowls left, sighing and pouring the soup into two of them.

When you came back to her bed with the two bowls and two spoons, you saw Abby rolling over to her other side and looking up to meet your eyes. You sat down on the bed next to her and helped her into a sitting position, offering her the soup. “Slowly, okay? If you start to feel nauseous don’t keep eating.”

“I know,” Abby nodded, obediently following your orders as she took her time eating the soup. You were done in half the time and carried your bowl back to the sink and came back to sit next to her. It wasn’t until you were really looking at her that you noticed she was crying again.

“Abby?” You carefully placed the bowl on the floor and in seconds, Abby was crawling into you, her face pushing into your stomach as her tears stained the fabric of her hoodie on your body. “Honey, it’s okay… it’s okay, why are you crying?”

“Thank you…” She sobbed, her face turning red from the tears as she couldn’t control her weeping and how bad her body was shaking from it. “H-He’s right; I’m a pain in the ass when I’m sick, and you… you’re being so nice and you’re t-taking care of me and I d-don’t deserve it—”

“Hey, hey, absolutely not,” You reached down and took Abby’s face in your hands, wiping her tears away with your thumbs and pressing your forehead down against hers. “You are none of those things… You deserve all of this and so much more, sweetheart… I’d take care of you every single day if you let me.”

“But… But I’m so stubborn—”

“Baby, it’s cute,” You giggled, stroking her cheek with your thumb and smearing the wetness of her tears against her skin. You knew she hated it when you called her cute, but you couldn’t help it. “You have been nothing but adorable all day long, and it made it so hard to leave the room just to go get us something to eat.”

“M’not cute,” She huffed, looking away from your eyes. You smirked and pressed a little kiss on her nose, to which she simply leaned into a little more like she couldn’t get enough of your soft touches and little kisses. The gesture alone was enough to melt your heart.

“I know, you’re my ruthless killer,” You teased. The blonde sighed and dropped her head back down onto your lap and tried to calm her breathing down after sobbing harder than she ever wanted to do again in her life. “Do you feel better, honey?”

“Tired again…” Abby yawned, pushing her face into your thigh and trying to tug you back down onto the bed. “Can you lay down again? Like before, and…”

“Yes, I’ll hold you, baby,” You went back to the way you were laying before Owen decided to ruin everything and you felt her adjust the blanket, so it was back overtop of both of you, her arms wrapping around your body and clinging to you like she needed you to keep breathing.

You wordlessly went back to scratching down her spine and she was out like a light in minutes again.

And if you thought today was rough… The next day was worse.

Abby was still sick, and her guilt reached an all-time high when she saw you coughing and sneezing just like she was.

You noticed how Kara was staring at you for much longer than usual. Whatever was bothering her, you were getting nervous. Kara wasn’t focused, and she kept staring at you with a look on your face you didn’t fully recognize. 

There was just something about her today… Maybe it was just because you had been far more aroused than usual, but Kara staring you down at every possible opportunity sent shivers from your inner thighs to the back of your neck. It felt like electricity all over your body whenever her burning hot skin was close to you. 

But at some point during the day, Kara lost track of you. She was talking about something with Imra and Alex when she noticed your scent had completely vanished from her presence. All of a sudden, she went completely silent and Alex frowned, trying to get her attention.

“Supergirl, you with us?” She snapped her fingers in front of Kara’s face. The super looked down, returning back to whatever the conversation was about, but she wasn’t focused. All she could think about was that you were somewhere else, and someone might be closing in on you. She did not like it. 

“If you both will excuse me for…” Kara trailed off, smiling politely at Imra and speed-walking down the hallway to find you. 

“What was that about?” Alex crossed her arms, but Imra had a knowing look on her face. 

“You don’t want to know, agent Danvers…”

Kara found you at the shooting range. A few random DEO agents were near you, but James was on your left, and Mon-El was on your right. Everyone had the exact same weapon as you, and it looked like you were instructing them on how to fire the rifle properly. 

You were holding an Mk22, bent over the firing range table, and adjusting the sights as James and Mon-El stood next to you, watching intently as you focused the scope. 

“You learned all this in the military?” James asked, watching you readjust your stance until you could use the bi-pod legs and fully immerse yourself in what you were doing.

“Best sniper in my division, gentlemen,” You said, low and deep. Kara was practically frothing at the mouth. She remembered that tone from two nights ago when you held her down on the mattress, pulling her hair and practically cracking her bedframe. “First deployment was in South Korea… seven successful assignments.” 

You pulled the trigger, the kickback hitting your shoulder, but you didn’t even flinch. The suppressor made the shot sound like nothing more than a pop, but when the round hit the wall, it echoed across the entire gun range. A perfect shot, directly in the head of the target paper that practically tore apart with how big the round was. 

“Damn,” Mon-El said, barely above a whisper. “Everyone was lucky to be on your side.” 

“Better fuckin’ believe it,” You laughed, standing up straight. You pressed your knuckles into the base of your spine and rolled your shoulders back, popping sounds emulating from your body as you relaxed and stepped back. “Alright, everyone line up. I wanna see headshots only, a sniper’s job is to aim for instant kills, not center mass!” 

It wasn’t until you were stepping back that you felt hands against your hips and you almost screamed in shock. Fingers dug into your sides, and you almost went limp when you felt Kara nearly growling in your ear. “That was so hot, babe…” 

You blushed, the tips of your ears turning pink as Kara’s right hand slid up the back of your neck and tangled in the hair just a few inches above. Without hesitating, she pulled, hard enough for your head to fall back and expose your neck to her, which she indulged in with no shame. Her nose pressed against your skin and she inhaled, hard. 

There it was again… that sweet smell that was now ten times more potent than before, and if Kara didn’t figure out what the hell was causing it, she was going to go crazy. 

The kryptonian was only focused on you. But when she saw Mon-El looking over his shoulder at the both of you, something dark crossed over her face. She resembled a wild animal, defensive of her dinner, glaring at him before she was licking at that pulse in your throat. She dragged you away, her eyes practically glowing as if daring Mon-El to challenge her on this. 

You couldn’t even question what she was doing until Kara was literally walking out of the building with you behind her. She gave Alex some half-assed excuse on why you two needed to leave early before literally flying you back to her loft. 

Kara didn’t waste any time. The second her feet touched the floor of the apartment, she was all but slamming you down on her bed and grabbing at your clothes to rip them off of you. 

“Baby, h-hey, what’s goin’ on?” You stuttered, your heartbeat picking up as you tried getting her attention. But it looked like Kara was on a mission, and she literally grabbed at the collar of your shirt and ripped it in half, tearing the fabric off your body and slipping her fingers under your sports bra. 

“You’re driving me crazy,” Kara said through clenched teeth, leaning down and dragging her tongue shamelessly across your chest and pushing up your bra until she could grab at your breasts with both hands and watch your eyes roll back in your head. “What is that?”

You shuddered, biting your lip as you lifted your arms above your head and let Kara pull the bra off the rest of the way to expose your bare chest. She saw some of the fading hickies on your chest from two nights prior, and she needed to make them darker. Her brain was screaming at her to mark you, and the more she played with your nipples, the stronger that smell became. 

It was almost overwhelming, flooding her senses and making her weak as she dug her fingers into the waist of your cargo pants and undid the belt keeping her from pulling them down. 

“W-What is what?” You tripped on your words, feeling how Kara was tracing her tongue from your sternum and down, across your abdomen. Kara fell on her knees, that superhero cape pooling around her legs as she unzipped your pants and yanked them down. Underwear and all, until they were tangled around your boots at the ankles.  

Kara stopped completely, her eyes glowing and her fingers sliding across your outer thighs until she was looking at your cunt and realizing that the smell was there… It was your arousal. The scent you were giving off was pure horniness that just got stronger throughout the day. Kara started yanking on your boots until you were completely naked and she leaned down, her nose close to your sex and she inhaled, hard.

You sat up on your elbows, staring at her and blushing harder than ever. “A-are you… are you smelling me? Oh, my God Kara, what the fuck is–” 

“Shut it– Shut up for a minute,” The kryptonian snapped, her brows pulled down and her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned in and felt tingles go down her back at your scent. It was so strong, so sweet, and it felt like her senses were enhanced beyond what she’s ever experienced before. Kara felt like she ascended to a celestial state of existence. “Fuck me, you smell so sweet right now baby…”

You had learned from experience that Kara started swearing when she was horny. The perfect hero wasn’t all that perfect when she was underneath you on the bed, using her god’s name in vain and cursing like a fucked out sailor when she got close. And while she was better at controlling her powers during sex, there were many times you suggested she wear her glasses so she didn’t set her sheets on fire with her heat vision. 

“O-Oh my God, t-there’s no way you can…” You put both hands over your face, attempting to hide from the super who was having none of that. She quickly stood up and grabbed at your arms, locking your wrists together and holding them above your head until she could stare in your eyes. “Y-you can smell when I’m fuckin’ ovulating?”

Kara didn’t fully pay attention during her high school health class. Mainly because it wasn’t her anatomy in question and it wasn’t something she cared about, so she had no idea what you were talking about. The confusion was on her face as she waited for you to explain. 

“I-It’s something all women experience… It’s j-just our body’s way of saying ‘hey, you should try for a baby right now’,” You explained weakly. It was hard to explain human bodies when she was giving you that fucking look. “Our sex drive increases, or at least mine does… By like, a hundred.” 

“So what I’m hearing is,” Kara traced her fingers across your chest and across your abs, watching them concave with your deep inhale. “We synced up at the same time?” 

“Wait, what are you– you told me kryptonians don’t get periods, what is–”

“We go through heat cycles every few months, baby,” Kara cooed sweetly, loving how you were squirming under her touch. “And, until you started smelling like this, I didn’t really feel it… We haven’t been in heat at the same time together, until now.” 

You didn’t know if you wanted to crawl under the bed and die, or cry because Kara was barely touching you with her fingertips. It felt slightly mortifying, saying you both were in heat like you were wolves or something. But you loosely remember Kara explaining how she didn’t go through a menstrual cycle like human women did, but rather a heat cycle that lasted no more than 4 days every 3 or 4 months. It was random, hard to track, but when it hit, Kara’s senses were heightened to almost painful levels, and she got aggressive over things she liked. 

She told you the story of how she tackled Alex as a teenager for eating the last potsticker during her heat cycle, and you suddenly felt like a gazelle carcass in a lion’s den. If she treats you like she does her food during said heat cycle, you weren’t sure if you would survive (metaphorically speaking). 

“I can’t fuckin’ take this anymore,” Kara groaned, getting back down on her knees and pulling your thighs apart until she was pressing her entire mouth against your pussy. Her tongue was cold, but her hands were burning, and it sent shocks of pleasure down your entire body. Kara didn’t waste time as she bent down and pushed her tongue against your excessively wet opening, pushing her face as close as possible in order to lick at you and taste your arousal straight from the source. 

This felt almost unreal. Every other time you two had sex, you were the one stripping Kara out of her office attire, or the superhero outfit until she was naked first. But this time? You were the one bare, and she was holding you down at the hips in her super suit while eating you out like she would die if she didn’t. 

Kara groaned at your taste, looking up at you through her pretty lashes and her fingernails creating crescent shapes in your hips as she slid her tongue from your opening to your clit. She had expert precision, flattening her tongue out and licking at you just the way you taught her all that time ago that it made you immediately collapse against the bed, eyes crossing and back arching.

“Fuuuuuck, baby…” You whined, almost sobbing at how she licked you with a hunger you have never seen in her eyes before. There was something so hot about seeing Kara in her Supergirl suit, eating you out and holding you down with her superhuman strength. Whenever your hips bucked against her, she would growl and push you back down, until she simply had enough of you moving. 

Kara separated from your pussy and looked at you with angry eyes, wrapping her arms around your thighs and grabbing her wrist, locking you in place so now, you literally couldn’t move. It was like trying to wiggle out from underneath rebar. Kara went right back to licking at your clit, drooling over you and basking in your taste. 

All you could do was lay there, looking down at your savagely horny girlfriend and watching those gorgeous blue eyes of hers roll back as she kept you locked in place under her arms. She didn’t let up, sucking against your clit and salivating until you were sitting in a literal wet puddle on her sheets. 

You had a sense of pride with it, considering you taught her everything she knew. But she was absolutely using this against you now, fucking you on her tongue until you were seeing stars behind your eyes. Never before has anybody been able to make you cum this fast before, but Kara was laser focused on your cunt, and she wasn’t pulling away for anything. She wanted to feel you climax in her mouth, and she wasn’t going to stop until she felt it. 

“K-K-Kara… Oh, my fucking god…” You whined through tears, heart racing as you grabbed her by the blonde hair and watched her. She looked up, her eyes almost a darker shade of blue than they usually were. Maybe it was in your head, or maybe it was a way to show her dominance as a kryptonian. 

You knew Kara loved it when you whined her name like that. It’s only ever happened a handful of times, and this was a rare privilege she got to experience. A part of you felt embarrassed for being so vulnerable, but then you remembered who was holding you down and that completely went out the window. 

You were having sex with Supergirl. THE SUPERGIRL! The kryptonian goddess from beyond the stars. The woman who has saved your life more times than you could remember. The only woman that knew how to make you scream with euphoria. 

Kara didn’t use her hands at all. The blonde focused all her effort into her tongue as she could hear your heartbeat speeding up and your taste got sweeter on her lips. She groaned, standing up and lifting you off the bed until she was able to see how your eyes were rolling back and crossing at the same time. How your chest was heaving with every heavy breath, how you were drooling and grabbing at the sheets behind your head. 

“Kara… Kara! Karaaaa!” Your legs locked around the back of her head and the blonde shuddered at the taste of your orgasm. Her movements didn’t stop, licking at your clit right through your tremors and loving how twitchy you got when she overstimulated you like this. 

There was a dark part of her that wondered if she just kept eating you out, how far could she really push you? Because really, would you even be able to stop her? 

Kara released your legs and broke off from your pussy with a sloppy kiss, your juices staining her face from the nose down to her chin. She grinned, wiping her mouth on your inner thigh before laying you down flat on the mattress. Kara had never seen you like this before… That blissed out expression on your face and how red your chest was, the way your inner thighs were shaking and your fingers were twitching; she was obsessed.

You could barely form a thought, let alone speak words. “Ohmyfuckinggod…” 

“You tasted absolutely divine,” Kara remarked, leaning down and grabbing at your chin. “Open up.” Your eyes focused on her face, obediently opening up your mouth as Kara allowed a small amount of her saliva to drip from her tongue and into your open mouth. Her thumb ran across your bottom lip and she watched you swallow her spit, doing exactly what she asked for with that dizzy little expression in your eyes. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” Kara said, her voice getting deeper as she stood up on her knees and unfastened the cape around her shoulders. You watched like you were in a trance, admiring every inch of Kara’s body that was exposed to you as she undressed herself for the first time in front of your eyes. You were always taking her clothes off, but not this time. 

The super nearly ripped her tights off as she yanked them down her body, her panties sliding down with them. Kara kicked her clothes away, crawling right back into the bed and towering over you like she wanted to eat you all over again. 

“I saw something online,” Kara said, pushing your hair away from your sweat-stained forehead and kissing your face. “Something I’ve been dying to try.”

“Yeah?” You said, still slightly breathless. “What’s that, baby?” 

Kara bit her lip before lifting your leg up and scooting between yours. When you felt her wet, bare cunt against your slickness, you immediately gasped and grabbed her by the hips. You yanked on her, and Kara fell forward a little with a low moan rumbling deep in her chest. 

You both fit together perfectly. She held one of your legs against her shoulder, bending forward a little as she felt your cunt squish against her own and she experimentally rolled her hips forward. It was like lightning down her spine, making her body shiver as she struggled to stay upright. 

The friction was amazing. The way your clit rubbed against hers, how your combined wetness was making the most vulgar sounds… Kara wondered how it would feel if your pussy was bare like hers. She didn’t hate the feeling of your hair against her, but the idea of pure skin on skin… Kara bucked forward, watching you tremble under her and felt your hands dig into her ass. 

“F-feels really… really good, holy Rao…” Kara said through clenched teeth, her hair falling around her face in golden waves and almost folding you in half as she fell forward and pressed her hands into the mattress. “H-how’s it feel, baby?” 

“Don’t you dare stop,” You said, the words coming out fast and desperate as you rolled upward against her cunt. “P-Please… Please…” 

“Please, what?” Kara said, reaching for your chin and forcing you to look at her. Fuck, she looked so powerful and strong leaning over you like she was, holding you down and grinding on your pussy like she was trying to get you pregnant from friction alone. “Come on, please what baby? Say my name.” 

“K-Kara, I–” You felt her nails bite against your neck and you cried out, arching off the bed a little as you felt her breasts press against yours. 

“My name,” Kara all but growled out. “Say it… scream it. I want all of National City to know who’s fucking you senseless! Say! My name!” 

“S-Supergirl!” You whined out loud, your heart pounding against your ribs as you watched Kara’s face visibly darken with hunger, bending down and kissing at your neck where her nails almost broke skin. “Fuck me, Supergirl!” 

Kara shivered with delight, grinding against your pussy and chasing after her own high. This was a new kink that she didn’t know she had… You screaming her superhero name out of the open window to her loft as she fucked you down into her bed with an aggressive hunger for you, and your body.

“Good girl,” Kara praised, biting your throat a little and leaning back to stare you down. For a second, you looked away, but Kara huffed, falling forward onto her elbows as her body rolled with every thrust of her hips against yours. How was she so good at this when she’s never done it before? How did Kara find out about scissoring anyway? What was she watching without you?

“Don’t you dare look away,” She snapped, forcing you to make eye contact with her. “Look at me… Look at me when you cum.”

You sobbed, biting your lip and trying to focus your vision but it was blurring around the edges. Kara knew you were close, without you even needing to say it. Your fingers curled against the sheets as the bedframe groaned underneath both of you, creating sinful echoes off the walls that her neighbors definitely heard. 

It was risky, screaming her superhero name in her personal loft with the windows open, but Kara didn’t care about the risk. She didn’t care about anything. She wanted to feel you cum against her with every fiber of her being, and cum with you until you both were paralyzed in pleasure. 

“S-Supergirl…” You sobbed between moans. Kara’s cunt pulsed, her movements getting frantic whenever you said it, like it made her go feral just to hear you moan her hero name out loud. She’d worry about the power trip she was going on later. 

“Come on… Come on, baby, cum for me,” The blonde growled through clenched teeth, leaning down to lick from your collarbone and up your neck until she bit the space between your throat and jaw. Kara shivered, hitting against your pussy just right that she saw sparks behind her eyes. 

Kara knew you were falling over the edge when you grabbed at her shoulders and dug your fingernails in, crying out louder than she’s ever heard from you before. She leaned back just to watch what your face was doing, chasing her own orgasm as she watched you bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. 

Your eyes crossed, tears fell freely, and she heard your heart skip several beats before speeding up and hammering against your chest. Your scent hit full force, and the wetness was beyond anything she expected. Kara remembered when you said you wanted to make her squirt, but her anatomy may not make it possible… but is that what she just did to you? 

The thought alone was enough to send Kara into her own spasms, pleasure reaching its peak as she bent down, found the sensitive spot in the crease of your neck, and bit. Her moans and cries were muffled in your skin as she rode out her orgasm, rutting against you in a spasmic rhythm. It overstimulated the hell out of you.

“Kara, Kara, holyfuckingshit Kara!” You actually sobbed, grabbing her by the hips to try and get her to slow down. The kryptonian slowed her movements, carefully coming to a halt as she leaned back, sweat dripping down her forehead and her hair sticking against her face as she looked down. 

“Holy Rao, just look at you,” Kara said in a soft, discordant tone. The teeth marks on your neck were already bruised, and her canines had broken skin. A tiny amount of blood was brimming to the surface of your flesh, and the blonde couldn’t resist running her thumb across the red liquid before she lifted her hand up and licked it. 

You had no idea that Kara’s cycle would be like this! No matter how much she told you that she was aggressive and possessive during her heat, you did not expect her to go practically feral like a wild animal. She didn’t hold back, and it was like her conscience was taking a vacation. Your normal, innocent, sweet girlfriend was now vulgar, aggressive, and slightly malicious. 

And despite how intimidated you felt… you loved it.

Kara took this moment to comfort you, slowly lowering your leg down and listening to you cry at the slight cramp in the back of your thigh. “Sorry… I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes back and pushing her hair away from her blue eyes. “Just the right amount of rough…”

The kryptonian laughed, rolling over on the bed until she was laying on her side and pressing soft little kisses to your neck. You let out a little sigh of happiness at her gentle kisses before you let out a little whimper, feeling her fingertips sliding across your abdomen.

“Kara, baby… I don’t know if I can cum again after that–”

“No? You don’t think so?” The blonde breathed against your ear before her fingers slid down and rubbed at your absolutely drenched cunt. Your clit was so sensitive that her touching you made you sob and bite down on her sheets. “I bet you can…”

“Karaaaaa…” You whined pathetically, thighs pressing together much to Kara’s dismay. She immediately readjusted your positions on the bed until she had her back against the headboard and pulled you between her legs, your back against her chest. She used her own legs to keep yours apart while she rubbed all over your cunt and played with your left breast. “Y-You’re gonna kill me, babygirl…”

“Try again,” Kara immediately plunged three fingers into your pussy and held you down so you couldn’t get away. “Say. My. Name.” 

You ended up screaming Supergirl for the next two hours. It wasn’t until you were literally on the verge of blacking out that Kara finally gave in. She made you cum three more times, even pressing a vibrator against your clit until she made you squirt again, officially ruining her sheets forever. Now all she will smell on her bed is your pussy until she throws these away. 

Kara was slightly worried she went too far… But it was all put to rest when you told her, “I remember the safe word, baby… And trust me, I would have used it if I needed to.” She grinned, kissing all over your face as her stress level finally evened out.

“Yeah, tell him how much you love him,” The cruel, sexy voice behind you growled down in your ear. Your heart pounded in your chest as you sobbed into the pillow, strong veiny hands gripping at your ass and leaving clear bruise marks behind on your skin. “Can’t let him know… you’re creaming on my fucking dick, princess…”

“Ahhhh… Abby…” You whined, your back arching a bit more in order to look at the person who belonged to the voice. Hands released your ass before they dropped down on the floor of the van underneath you. Massive, muscular arms caged you down as you felt the tickle of her long blonde braid caress your cheek, her boots digging into the floorboards as she hammers that thick fake cock into your cunt.

It was the same every single Sunday… Abby would show up, you two would sit in class together, and then as soon as it was over, she was dragging you into her van and pushing your skirt up before fucking you senseless. Your boyfriend never came to church with you, so your absence was always excusable. He never even bothered to look to see if you were telling the truth. He trusted you, and that was his mistake.

He was pathetic. He didn’t know how to make you feel wanted like Abby did. He didn’t know what you liked, nor did he take an active interest in the things you loved to do. Abby, on the other hand… Abby was your literal dream. Blonde, tall, built like a work horse, sweet and caring, rough… She was perfect. There was only one problem… Both of your parents were extremely homophobic. Not to mention you were 9 years younger than her.

At 20 years old, Abby was 29 and that was enough for your parents to freak out. You were in your second year of college, and you had been convinced you were straight… right until Abby walked into your life. At first, it was harmless flirting. And then, it quickly went to not flirting. Abby had been the one to make a move first. She pressed you against the bathroom door when she caught you going back to service.

And since that day, your life has never been the same. Your parents loved him, and thought he was a proper gentleman. He went to church with his own family across town, and you went with your parents every single Sunday. Of course, you made up the lie that you would need to work after morning classes on Sunday, which they didn’t like at first but let slide.

It was the perfect guise to get you away from everyone and everything, and to sneak inside of Abby’s van… It was where the sin first began, and now it was where it would never stop.

You never got tired of this. You would always and forever love the feeling of Abby’s strap stretching your velvety walls as she bottomed out inside of you, holding you down like some filthy sex toy that she abused to her heart’s desire. You loved hearing her groan and growl out your name, calling you her little whore, saying how well you are taking her cock like she was made for you… watching you text your boyfriend and mocking you whenever you said you loved him.

“You love him, huh?” Abby breathed down against the back of your neck, moving your hair away from your shoulder and kissing along your skin. “Then why… is he not inside of your fucking pussy, right now?”

You didn’t love him, at all. He became annoying and desperate after 2 weeks and you wanted nothing more than to cut him loose. But your parents adored him, and you kept up the charade just to pretend like you still had a straight bone in your body. When it all came down to it, whenever Abby texted you… you were at her every beckon call. You were hers, through and through. He doesn’t ever come close to Abigail Anderson.

Your soft little cries filled the back of the van as Abby grabbed your wrists, the veins popping in her hands as she held your arms back and began to fuck with more vigor than before, probably fucking the van’s suspension and creating the most vulgar sounds imaginable. How you two were never, ever caught, you would never know.

“Fuck, take it baby,” Abby snarled, watching your ass bounce and jiggle with each snap of her hips against your own. Your moans carried in the small space, feeling like a fucking sauna with how hard you were breathing. Sweat dripped from her brow as she yanked on your arms, making your back arch even more, forcing you to look up at her from behind. “Nnngg, you look so fucking perfect… so fucking pretty, baby…”

“Abby,” You cried out, panting and drooling with each passing second. “Fuckfuckfuuuuck, d-don’t stop… don’t fucking stop—”

“You gonna cum for me, princess?” Abby smirked, reaching down and wrapping both of her massive hands around your neck and pulling you up until your back was pressed against her chest, the fabric of her jeans digging into your thighs and without a doubt going to leave a burn in its wake. “Go on, princess… be a good girl, yeah? Be my good little slut and cream all over my cock.”

You were so fucking close that it hurt! Right on the edge of your climax, so desperate to feel that sweet release and give Abby exactly what she wanted. Very slowly, Abby wrapped her huge forearm around your neck and with one hand, she slid it across the front of your dress, pausing to grip your breast before sliding her hand down the rest of the way and gently rubbing at your throbbing clit. You made a noise that was a cross between a cry and whimper and Abby groaned, deep in her throat.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty noise princess… like it when I rub your clit like that? Huh? Come on, come on! Fucking cum for me!” Her words sent shockwaves all over your body as you began to twitch and jerk in her hold. Abby kept her pace and basked in the sounds you made, watching as your legs wobbled and threatened to give out, forcing her to hold on even tighter and fuck you through your earth-shattering orgasm. “Good girl, good fucking girl, that’s it baby… just like that, yeah just like that…”

You were completely beyond forming coherent sentences, or even making comprehensible sounds as you collapsed against her body, drool dripping down your chin from your lips as a fresh set of tears tracked your face. Abby chuckled sweetly and slowly laid you down on the mass of blankets and pillows she started keeping in the back of her van just for you after events like this take place.

Abby took her time as she pulled her hips back, watching the thick silicone cock slide out of your stretched cunt, chuckling at the white ring around the base from your juices. You wanted to cry, feeling so empty now without her strap taking up your entire being. Abby let the toy flop down against your ass, and then gave your cheeks a rough smack, making your entire body jerk forward at the contact.

“Little slut,” Abby barked, pulling the harness off her hips and reaching down to grab at your hair. You don’t know why you thought she was done… Abby was never done. Of course, you didn’t want to be done. That would mean you two leave your little bubble that you created with her… In here, you were able to pretend that Abby was it. Abby was your everything and you could give up on this stupid ass mistake.

Before you could ask Abby what was next, she was forcing you on your back and unzipping her jeans. You watched her shimmy out of the fabric and made quick work of her boxers before she crouched over your face. If this wasn’t the sight of heaven, church hadn’t done shit for you. You started salivating almost instantly, grabbing at her hips and attempting to pull her down so you could enjoy the feast, but Abby was far too strong for you to control. She chuckled and ran a hand through your hair.

“Easy, princess… I know, you wanna taste this pussy so fucking bad, don’t you?” Abby grabbed your chin with one hand, sliding her thumb across your bottom lip and you sucked the digit into her mouth. Your tongue stroked over her flesh and you slurped on her thumb, closing your eyes for a brief second and watching her grin before she pulled her hand away from your face, delivering a hard slap across your cheek. “Yeah baby, I know you fuckin’ love that, don’t you?”

Why you enjoyed it when she hit you, you would never truly understand. The stinging sensation left behind after she delivered a soft blow to your face, or your ass, even your cunt, you would be almost purring with desire and arousal. You loved how strong she was and loved it when she showed it without even trying. Abby always held back, never wanting to actually hurt you, but wanting to make you whine.

Without another hit, Abby lowered herself down and grabbed you by your hair once again, clutching your locks and making you gasp. “Open. Tongue out… all the way, princess…”

You opened your mouth up immediately at her command and stuck out your tongue as far as it could humanly go, drooling on your face and watching as she lowered herself down onto your mouth. You were quick to nuzzle your face into her cunt and you began to lick at her almost immediately, holding her by the hips and making the obscenest slurping sounds ever. Abby groaned, her head going back and her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Nnnnn… that’s my good little whore… fuck, no one eats my pussy like you do, sweet thing…” Your heart soared at her praise, paying attention to her clit and using the flat top of your tongue to lap at her like a dog drinking up water. The very thought of someone else having their mouth on her cunt had you moving with desperation. Abby was well aware of your stupid boyfriend, but you didn’t know how many girls she had doing this exact same thing… It turned you fucking feral.

A low moan rumbled out of you, sending vibrations through her clit as you wrapped your lips around the swollen nub and began sucking, hard. Abby bucked her hips against your face, her ass flexing in your hands before she shoved her whole fist against the side of the van. The movement of her body had your teeth scraping against her and she groaned with pleasure.

“Fuck, keep that up baby,” Abby praised, looking down and watching your eyes squinted shut and your brows knitted with what she could only assume was concentration. The noises your mouth created as you slurped, sucked, and drooled on her pussy were beyond vulgar, and if anybody from church could see you now, they would perform an exorcism, assuming you had been possessed by some filthy whore.

Your nails bit into Abby’s skin, creating crescent moon shaped indents in her ass as you released her clit with a wet slurp and scooted down a bit further. Abby rolled her hips forward, watching your eyes as they opened up and then rolled back in your head, almost drowning in her slick cunt. You took your time, mapping her out with your mouth before you gripped her strong, muscly thighs and began to push your tongue inside of her hot cavern. The noise Abby made was the start of a whimper, and then immediately faded into a snarl of aggressive pleasure.

“Fuck, princess… fuck, you dirty little slut… God you feel so fucking good on my pussy, sweet girl…” You practically cry with her praise, leaning into her hand as you thrust your tongue in and out of her, licking her spongey inner walls and feeling her practically bounce on your face as she humped your face.

You didn’t give a shit about anything else, and all that was on your mind was feeling Abby cum on your mouth. Your phone was lighting up, and Abby could see the countless texts from him, and she had to resist everything inside of her to not pick up your phone to record you eating her out.

“You love the taste of my cunt, don’t you baby?” Abby moaned out, nails scratching across your scalp and making you whimper on her pussy. She rolled her hips slowly, grinding her clit against your nose and biting down on her bottom lip to try and keep her composure… But fuck, did you make it difficult…

Abby could feel her orgasm creeping up on her as she rode your face, tugging on your hair and shivering with pleasure that simply coursed over her entire body. And even though you were the one drinking her cunt, she was the one that felt like she was drowning. Her eyes rolled back, swear words tumbling from her mouth and filling the van that was one good thrust away from losing a damn wheel.

“Fuck, ngh, fuck… Fuck, go back, baby… Lick my clit just like before—” You immediately did as she told you, and Abby huffed with pleasure. “Just like that… shit, just like that babygirl… just… fucking leave him, baby… leave his stupid ass and be mine.”

You heard what she said, but it didn’t register… You kept licking at her clit and sucked on it every few seconds before flicking it hard with the tip of your tongue, sending her crashing into the most vulgar climax of her entire life. She chanted countless swear words over and over again as she chased her high against your face, coming closer and closer to falling apart on top of you.

Abby tossed her body forward and squeezed your face with her inner thighs, smushing your cheeks together before she bit her lip and tried to hold in her sounds but it became fucking impossible with you. “Fuck! Fuck! Don’t you fucking dare stop! Don’t. Fucking. Stop! C-Cumming… fuuuuck, m’cumming baby!”

Abby sounded so fucking wild whenever she would climax, and it made you horny all over again. Her hips twitched and pushed down into your face and you opened your mouth wide, lapping at her liquids that drooled out of her and onto your tongue. Her taste was fucking addictive, and she had to literally pry your hands off her legs in order to pull her pussy away from your mouth.

Your face was soaked from the bridge of your nose down to your chin, glistening with her arousal. You licked your lips and reached up to grab her by the front of her shirt and yanked her down, pressing your lips against hers. Abby groaned on your mouth and pushed her tongue in, drinking in her taste on your mouth and basking in everything that was you.

Another thing she had that HE  sure fucking didn’t… her lips were so fucking soft and she tasted so, so good…

Both of you never addressed what she said, and when you stumbled out of her van and through the backdoor of the church to clean yourself up in the bathroom, you could hardly keep your knees from wobbling. Bruises were forming on your ass in the shape of her hands, and you rubbed your fingers across the marks, blushing at just remembering who gave them to you…

Abby found your panties in her front pocket when she got home, and she couldn’t stop from smelling them. Fuck, you smelled so fucking pretty; she’s never wanted someone more in her entire life than she wants you all of the damn time.

Even during the week, she was on your mind. You couldn’t shake her off. Abby was like a leech that you grew attached to and now its simply just apart of you. She fed off you, and you liked it that way. Abby liked playing your secret lover, but she would much rather be your one and only.

Fear of disownment had you paralyzed. You wanted nothing more than to tell your parents that you were happy, but with a woman. Abby was everything you could ever need…

“Fuck… Abby… Abby, ohmygod, Abby…” Your whimpers echoed through the empty house, your parents gone for the afternoon. You were quick to invite Abby over, and she had you laying down on your bed in literal seconds, legs spread and tongue lapping at your pussy faster than you expected a human being to be able to lick.

The sounds of her eating your pussy echoed off the walls of your bedroom, your hands fisted in her long blonde hair that fell down her shoulders in soft waves due to always being in a braid. You loved her hair, and Abby loved it when you pulled on it, her eyes rolling back as she slobbered all over your cunt in the most explicit, wet, messy display ever.

Abby ate pussy like a woman starved! All tongue and lips, slurping and drooling, creating the biggest wet spot on your sheets and squeezing your thighs with her huge hands. You loved how messy she got, watching as she pulled back with her tongue hanging down, a thick string of saliva connecting her mouth to your pussy. She smirks, reaching down with one hand to slap your clit before she dives back down and immediately starts licking you without a care in the world.

You chanted her name, each time growing louder and louder. You always got so close so fast when Abby was eating you out… You were so close…

The sound of your phone ringing had you tensing up and Abby simply glanced up from your cunt, not stopping her movements even a little. Your hands shakingly grabbed at the phone, seeing his picture appear on the screen. Your heart began to beat faster, gently swatting at Abby’s head.

“F-fuck, fuck, stop, wait,” You begged, watching her roll her eyes before she pulled back, rubbing her face against the inside of your thigh and watching how shaky your hands were when you answered the phone with a forced neutral expression. Of course, your flushed face was a dead giveaway to anyone else.

“H-Hey, baby, what’s up?” You said breathlessly. Abby rolled her eyes, kissing up and down your thighs as your boyfriend spoke on the other end of the phone. A hearty giggle erupted from your throat, and you responded. “N-No, I’m fine! Just uh… went for a run! Yeah, that’s all, don’t worry…”

Your face immediately brightened, and you looked down to see Abby slowly rubbing at your entire pussy with her hand, biting your inner thigh and basking in the expression you had on your face. You fell back on the bed and huffed, trying not to moan into the receiver as you listened to him.

“To…Tonight? I-I-I’m not… not sure about that baby… I have a… fuck, assignment due… t-tomorrow,” You struggled to keep your noises neutral, biting down on your knuckle as Abby began to slowly ease her middle and ring finger inside of you. You bit down so hard that you left a bruise behind on your finger. “N-No! Y-You don’t h…have to come over… m’fine… t-totally fine…”

Abby was having none of your shit, and before you could prepare yourself, she grabbed your hip and slammed herself knuckle deep into your pussy. The sound you made was so loud that she was sure EUROPE heard you! Your eyes crossed in your head, and you yanked on the bed sheets above your head, completely abandoning your phone call for a second. He asked you what happened, and you were quick to cover it up. “I’m okay! I’m o-okay, baby… j..just hit my arm, t-that’s all… fuck me…”

With a smirk, Abby immediately complied, spreading your legs a bit wider before she began to fuck you on her fingers like it was her damn birthright. Her digits were so thick and strong, hitting every single sweet spot inside of you and making you purr like a kitten for her. Pleasure raced down your spine and you whimpered into your hand, masking your noises as he continued to say whatever the fuck he was saying, you weren’t listening.

“Fucking give me that,” Abby snapped, reaching for the phone and hanging up on him. Your eyes widened and you reached for the phone, but Abby tossed it to the far side of the bed before wrapping a hand around your neck and shoving you into the bed. Her pace picked up to brutal levels and you gasped against her movements. “I’m done, princess… Fucking done sharing you with him.”

“A-Abby, you… fuck…” The look in her eyes was wild as she pushed in a third finger and you reached out to grab the muscle on her shoulders, her hair creating a curtain around your face as she destroyed you.

“Say it,” Abby snarled. “Fucking leave him. You’re mine. You’re mine… you’re fucking mine!”

“Yours!” You cried out, rolling your whole body up against hers and digging your nails into her back. Abby bent down and began to kiss your face, trailing them down to your neck and latching her lips against the flesh of your throat. You groaned as she stretched out your pussy and left an absurd amount of hickies on your neck.

“No one… can fuck you like I do,” Abby rubbed your clit with her thumb as her fingers stroked your inner walls, making you see stars behind your eyes. “No one can kiss you like I do… no one can love you like I do…”

“Yours, Abby,” You whimpered, pushing your face into her neck, grinding down against her hand as you chased your orgasm on her thick digits, desperate to cum for her, and for her alone. “I’m yours… Only you… please, don’t stop! Please, so close…”

“Come on princess… my pretty girl, fucking cum for me…”

And you did exactly that. Your whole body shook with euphoria, and you raked your nails down her back, nearly drawing blood as you reached your high and squeezed around her fingers, liquid slowly gushing from your cunt and drenching her hands. Abby kissed your neck, and then your lips, tears tracking her face.

Finally… she finally had you…

It was made official with one text.

He almost had a fucking heart attack at the photo an unknown number sent him. It was you, sprawled out on the bed, covered in hickies from your neck down to your chest, drool dripping from your lips with one very veiny hand and massive forearm holding you by the throat. And on your stomach, there was something literally carved into your flesh, blood dripping from the fresh wound… it was an A.

There was only one block of text to accompany the picture.

“I say, let’s not test it,” Poe stood up from his seat and pulled out his blaster. You immediately jumped back, shaking a little in response. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna kill you… But I could stun you. Knock you out so you don’t have to feel any of this?”

Your brows pulled together angrily as you shook your head, turning the other way and biting the heel of your palm. “I’ll be fine… It’s like a sickness; it can’t last forever. At some point, this will go away.”

Poe scoffed and tucked away the blaster onto his hip. “Well, I can’t just sit here and watch you all day long. I’ve got things to do as commander.”

You scoffed, itching at your neck and shuddering from head to toe. “I’ll be fine, just go. I can handle this.”

“Can’t risk you and Rey getting to each other,” Poe stated flatly. “I don’t know magick, but I know nothing good will happen if you two are together.”

An insult was on the tip of your tongue, but pain raced down your back, and you were forced to sit on the floor, curling your knees close to your chest and trying to calm yourself down as best as you could. Holy shit, it was painful. It wasn’t this bad before, but you felt like your skin was practically on fire.

Poe noticed but didn’t want to touch you in case he made things worse. He heard that when General Organa touched you, it was like electrical waves over your nerves in the worst way. Tears slid down your face as you curled in the fetal position and huffed through your nose.

“Yeah, you can’t go on like this,” Poe stood up and headed for the exit. You attempted to get his attention to ask what the hell he was doing but all he said was “I’m gonna figure something else out! Just stay here!”

And just like that, you were alone. Pain echoed over your entire body and sweat stained your shirt to an uncomfortable degree. The only logical thing you could do was strip off your shirt, sitting on the floor in just your pants and leaning back against the side of the cot like you couldn’t focus on anything else.

You knew Rey was nearby, and you knew she was in agony as well. But what could you do? Nothing. Just sit there and sob like an idiot because you brought this upon yourself, but you also brought this upon Rey! How could you do this to her? It was like the idea of someone wanting you was a foreign feeling, and one you never considered before. Of course, Rey only wants you because of this stupid curse. She wouldn’t be interested in you otherwise. You were nobody; a damn failure in the First Order!

It would have been less torturous if your skin had been peeled off… Maybe Poe should have stunned you.

Poe didn’t come back until two hours later. When he did, he was pulling you off of the floor and forcing you to put your shirt back on, even though you were literally dripping in sweat. “Come on, we’ve got an idea.”

You moved through the base grounds with reluctance. “What the hell is your plan here? Drown me in ice water?”

“Just shut up and walk.”

You snapped your mouth shut, your muscles aching painfully with every step where he was shoving you towards a ship docked in the landing zone. You recognized this as Poe and Finn’s usual ship, one that Chewbacca had been on as well. This was the Millenium Falcon… why the hell was Poe leading you towards the Millenium Falcon?

Poe practically shoved you up the ramp before he flipped on the lights and saw Finn sitting at the couch near the holochess table. “We really doing this?”

“This is the only theory we’ve got,” Poe stated aggressively before he turned to look at you, sliding something onto your wrist. When you look down, a hologram visualized, showing you your vital signs. “It’s just gonna be you and her on the ship, okay?”

“Wait, what?” You panicked, suddenly noticing the pain was starting to fade away… Rey was nearby. She had to be. “What are you saying—”

“We are initiating a quarantine on you and Rey. Your vitals will be monitored for the next 2 rotations. Fifty-six hours, and then we’re coming back in,” Finn stated like this was a diplomatic decision. You felt your heart racing. “Do not hurt this ship or Chewie will kill you… and do not hurt Rey, or I will kill you.”

You nodded nervously before the door to the cockpit released. Rey stood there, her hair down completely and wild like she had been pulling on it. She wasn’t wearing anything but a loose sleeveless top and baggy pants that stopped just below her knees, hanging low on her hip as she stared at you like she wanted to eat you.

 You didn’t hesitate. You ran for her and grabbed her by the waist, pulling Rey against your body and pressing her forehead against yours, catching her lips in feverish kisses as it finally felt like the pain was fading away. You sighed with relief, every kiss releasing another ache along your body.

“We’re sealing you two in now,” Poe stated, but it was clear that you two weren’t listening. Once the ramp was up, you were reaching down and grabbing Rey by the back of her thighs and wrapping her legs around your waist. You held her up effortlessly and kept kissing her, lips trailing across her sweat-stained skin and down to her exposed collarbone.

Rey moaned your name and it was like you died and went to heaven. Her voice was so comforting and inviting, pulling you in like she tied a rope around your throat and held you close so you couldn’t escape. Not that you wanted to, you wanted nothing but her.

It wasn’t until you felt her hands sliding up the back of your shirt that you realized this was going to be the most wonderful sex you’ve had in your entire damn life. Why was Rey so hot? Why did she do things that made your heart pound?

Now it was your turn to yank on her hair. When your fingers curled into those brown locks and you yanked, Rey cried out and fell backwards until her ass was hitting the chess table. You pushed her down onto the table, your teeth nipping along the column of her neck until you were biting at her earlobe. You slid a hand up under her shirt and let your fingers slide across the underside of her breasts.

Rey arched off the table and gasped, reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head while trying not to break the kiss. Once your shirt was off, she slid her hands all over your skin, tracing that scar on your sternum before her thumbs traced circles around your nipples.

You’ve never been sensitive before… But the way she touched you? The sounds she was making as you returned the favor, gripping her left tit with your massive, veined hand, it was one of the most powerful feelings ever. You felt sensitive as hell now! Like every normal touch was heightened, and your senses were dialed up to eleven.

“We just g-g-gotta get it out of o-our sy-system,” Rey said through clenched teeth as you trailed your lips down from the side of her neck until she felt your tongue against her right nipple. She sobbed pathetically. “L-Like a virus…”

“We hope,” You shivered before wrapping your lips around her nipple, immediately sucking on the nub and making her cry out and arch into your mouth. Her nails dug into the back of your neck as you began violently tugging on her pants like they personally offended you.

Rey was shaking in your hands, her knuckles locking up whenever your tongue slid across a certain pressure point on her chest. Your fingertips pressed against her ribs, trailing them down her skin before gripping her sides and pushing her up until she was practically falling off the table.

You broke off from her skin for just a second to look up at her face and saw her eyes glowing all over again. Before, it scared you. But now, it was one of the most beautiful things you had seen. Rey looked close to tears as she sat up from the table and watched you drop to your knees off the table. Your face spoke more than words could. “What’s wrong?”

Rey scooted to the edge of the table, and you tried to not stare at her cunt and focused on her eyes instead. “J-just… nervous, I guess. I’ve never really done this before.”

Reality washed over you like a flood. Your heart dropped as you kept your hands on her outer thighs and rested your chin on her knee. The thought that you managed to get infected with a complete virgin was making you wish you really had died on the TIE fighter. What the hell were you supposed to do now?

“Oh, Rey…” You gently ran your hands up and down her thighs, squeezing at her flesh and pressing soft kisses to her knee. “I’m so sorry… I know this isn’t a good situation.”

Every kiss was like lightning down her spine, her body responding with your touch more than her thoughts were screaming at her to be afraid. Losing her virginity to a random stormtrooper deserter that she’s only known for a week wasn’t on her list of ideals, but if this is what was going to happen, she may as well make peace with it.

“It’s fine, it’s okay,” You didn’t know if Rey was talking to your or herself. “I just—”

“Hey, listen, listen…” You cooed softly, attempting to calm her down. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise, I’ll go slow. I will take care of you.”

Rey sobbed, pushing a hand into your hair and pulling you closer. It was like her body was on autopilot, controlling her and making her do things that she just wasn’t prepared for. Of course, she wasn’t really against it… If it were to happen, Rey could say she was lucky that it was with someone she found attractive. Ever since she saw you in the forest, she thought you were hot.

Of course, you were just making it worse. That look in your glowing eyes as you carefully slid your hands between her legs and pried her thighs apart with minimal effort. Rey chewed on her lip, holding in her noises as best she could. But as soon as you were pushing between her legs and pressing your mouth to her core, silence was out the window.

A pathetic moan left your throat at her noise of pleasure, feeling how her fingers curled into your hair with every stroke of your tongue across her wetness. It was unlike anything, anything you had tasted in your life. For lack of a better word, Rey tasted fucking divine.

Your tongue slid up and down against her pussy, lapping at her core and taking your sweet time with finding out what she liked. And while all of her noises were like music to you, it was clear when you found what she really liked. You flattened your tongue, pressed it against her clit and created a small amount of movement back and forth. Rey immediately fell back against the table and cried out, pulling your hair hard enough to give you a headache.

The pleasure radiated through the magick bond, and you could feel it. You could feel what Rey was feeling and it made your heart race like crazy. You salivated with every slide of your tongue on her clit, basking in her taste and drinking her up. Rey arched off the table, and grabbed the edge of the board, suddenly turning on the holochess game and interrupting your movements.

When you broke off from her cunt, you chuckled deep in your chest at the chess game phasing through her body. She gave a cry of frustration and sat up a little, seeing your face covered from your nose down in her slick. Rey felt her face turn bright red, that radiated down to her chest with every heavy breath.

“Okay, enough of this table,” You stepped back and before Rey could stand up, you lifted her onto your shoulder like she weighed nothing. The Jedi squealed, going completely lax in your hands as you grinned and carried her away from the main hold. Your hand was on her ass the entire walk through the circuitry bays and into the crew quarters. You paused, gently tapping her on the rear to get her attention. “Which one’s yours?”

“Far right,” Rey panted as you dropped her down onto the bed and pressed her onto the soft surface. She trembled under you, realizing now just how real this was getting. This was really happening… Rey was excited, but also terrified. She didn’t know what to do, how to please someone else. “W-Wait, wait…”

You looked up from her body to meet her gaze, licking the wetness from your lips and sitting back a little. Almost instantly, Rey was pouncing forward, grabbing at the waist of your pants and pulling on it rough enough to nearly tear them. “Let me try.”

Your whole face turned red, blood rushing to your cheeks and a heat coiling in the base of your stomach. Rey didn’t need to try very hard to shove you down on your back before she was pulling your pants off and tossing them across the room without a care in the universe. “Will you help me?”

A smirk spread over your lips and you nodded, sitting back on your elbows and giving up your control like it was what you wanted from the start. Rey carefully carded her fingers over your hipbones and squeezing the muscle on your upper thighs, noticing how you arched into her touch whenever her finger pressed into a soft part on your outer thigh.

You could tell she was terrified, but you were determined to keep her head above water, despite your arousal being sky high and you wanted nothing more than to ride this Jedi’s face until you couldn’t move. She was so much stronger than she looked, and from this angle, with her hair sticking to her sweat drenched forehead, and her brows pulled down in concentration, you had almost no trouble submitting.

Rey pressed searing hot kisses along your pelvic bone and towards your inner thigh where you spread your legs apart. Her breath came out shaky, now inches away from your cunt and licking her lips as she pressed her hand against your burning hot core. You shuddered, even though she barely touched you.

“Fuck, finally…” You cursed, your head falling back as Rey decided to treat this like an experiment, her fingers sliding between your slicked, sticky wet folds and touching every single inch of you. She never gave one spot more attention than the other, her fingertips pressing down against your clit before circling your entrance and prodding at it with her index, middle, and ring finger. You gasped, sitting up to look at her. “C-Careful…”

“What?” Rey yanked her hand away like she hurt you. “What I do wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing, just… S-Start with just two, okay?” You gently coached her on what to do, reaching out and running your hand across her cheek. Rey sighed happily, leaning against your touch as she slowly pressed just her middle and ring against your pussy. She took her sweet time, pressing up into you and when she felt your heat surround her digits, you sighed, eyes crossing and falling back onto the bunk with a sigh of pleasure.

You let Rey explore this on her own, slowly pulling her fingers in and out of your cunt, admiring the noises your body was making and how wet you were on her hand. She made sure to comment on it as well. “You’re a mess…”

“W-Well can you blame me?” You stuttered out, grabbing the sheets with both hands and digging your heels into the mattress. “Y-You’re kriffin’ hot, Rey.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Please, you only like me because of this curse.”

You were about to say otherwise but Rey twisted her palm upward and curled her fingers towards herself, pressing against that spongey part inside of your pussy. Your protests died in your throat, and you clenched around her fingers while making sounds you have never made in your entire life.

Rey paused, looking up with her glowing eyes and licking her lips. “W-What was that? Was that a good sound?”

“Yes, yes, yes, do that again please,” You whimpered, looking at the ceiling of the falcon as Rey repeated the movement, bringing out another cry of pleasure from you. She noticed how you got wetter, and with every press of her fingers to a certain spot, your leg would twitch and she found it cute how squirmy you got with this movement.

Rey straightened out her fingers inside of you, spreading them out and stretching you to see just how far she could push you. It was such a sight to see, your abs pulling inward with every harsh breath and how you were pulling her sheets so hard that you may end up ripping the fabric.

This continued for a few more minutes, her creating a literal wet spot under you with how she sped up inside of your pussy before she paused and slowly pulled her fingers out. You sobbed, sitting upward with shaking arms to look at her. “W-Why did you stop?”

You could see the smoke starting to gather around her eyes as she leaned forward and pressed a few little kisses against the crease of your thigh. “Can I try this too?”

Rey was asking to eat you out… shit, you must have been dreaming. Her eyes were sparkling, even behind the glow of the curse, and didn’t move until you nodded, running a hand across her cheek and pushing her hair out of her face. Rey slowly breathed against your cunt, making your inner thighs shake before experimentally dragging her tongue from your slightly gaped opening to your clit. You sobbed, gripping her hair hard and arching up into her mouth with more desperation burning in your body than you’ve ever felt in your life.

For a second, you thought Rey was going to be repulsed by your taste with the pause in her movement. You made eye contact with her and you were able to see how that glow in her eyes almost completely overtook her irises before she was dropping down, grabbing at your thighs and pushing her tongue inside of you like she was a woman starved.

Tears gathered in your eyes as Rey positively ravaged you. Her tongue was far more skilled than you expected, pressing up against your cunt and pushing inside, stretching you out on her tongue before she would pull back and press the fat part of that appendage on your clit. You were in heaven, loving every single second of this as you watched Rey’s eyes roll back as she dug her nails into your hips.

“Goddamn, baby…” Your voice was deeper now, full of arousal and it made Rey whine against your cunt as her tongue lapped at your clit and wiggled back and forth against that bundle of nerves that had your toes curling and your back arching. “Y…you are so good at this, oh my Gooood…”

Rey hummed with approval, getting even sloppier as she drooled all over your pussy. The hair on your mound was soaked in her spit, and she spread you apart just enough to suck on your clit which had you literally screaming before you covered your mouth with your hands.

That was not something Rey liked. She reached out with her right hand, and you felt an invisible force push your hands back on the bed, keeping you from covering your mouth and forcing you to scream with every suck against your cunt. It was more intense than anything you’ve ever felt in your life, and you couldn’t keep it under control as her teeth gently grazed across the hood of your clit before she pulled back, releasing you with a loud popping sound.

You could barely form words, panting and staring at the ceiling before you felt Rey gently tap your outer thigh. “How am I doing?”

The sound you made was enough to make her laugh. “Y-You better keep going or I will lose my damn mind.”

Rey groaned, hovering over you and gently licking your clit in a teasing way. “You taste so good, you know that?” She was clearly amused by your desperate attempts at getting her to go back to eating you out, but she was nothing if not enjoying this side of you.

“Let’s see, what if I…” Rey reached down and pressed her fingers back inside of you, making you whimper before you felt her tongue pressing down on your clit. The combined sensation of her fingers hitting your sweet spot, and how her tongue added just the right amount of pressure, you were seeing stars. It was like your brain went into fucking hyperspace. Rey hummed with approval.

The vibrations from her sound went through your nerves and you bucked upward against her face, her teeth hitting your sensitive clit and forcing her to practically hold you down. Rey moved her fingers a little faster in your cunt, loving the sounds your pussy was making around her digits and how it sounded even more wet than before. Definitely from how she was drooling all over you.

“Don’t stop,” You begged, feeling those familiar tingles racing down your spine as Rey stayed put, her forearm pressing down on your abdomen to keep you in place while she didn’t change a single thing about her technique. Oh, she was good. A lot of times, when you got close, girls would change what they were doing or speed up their movements. But Rey seemed to get the hint, and she didn’t change a thing about her tempo. “Please d—don’t stop…”

Rey groaned at how your other hand curled into her hair, holding her in place against your cunt, and practically grinding against her face with every thrust of her fingers. You were so close that it hurt… Rey pushed in a third finger, and you were gone.

You pressed your cunt against her mouth completely, grinding on her tongue as your moans came out shaky and high-pitched. Rey didn’t let up, even as your thighs clenched around her head and you almost made her pass out. It was one of the most intense orgasms you’ve felt in your entire fucking life, and you didn’t know if it was the curse, or if Rey was just that good.

It wasn’t until Rey heard you sobbing that she let up. Very slowly, she pulled her fingers free of you and gave your cunt a few little last licks before pulling back and admiring her work. Her sheets were soaking wet, and you looked blissed out of your mind.

Sweat dripped from your face and decorated your abdomen and chest that was rising and falling harder than before. Your face was stained with tears and drool as you looked up at her with your own glowing eyes, licking your lips and smiling.

Rey smiled. “How’d I do?”

You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you sat up from the bed and grabbed the front of her neck, squeezing a little and smashing your lips against hers hard enough for your teeth to clash together. Rey groaned into your mouth, grabbing your shoulders and crawling into your lap as your own hand slid down over her stomach and cupping her pussy with your entire hand.

The weight of this being her first experience was definitely hitting you now. Very carefully, you helped Rey spread her legs apart on your lap before your middle finger gently pushed against her tightness. She whimpered, resting her forehead against yours and panting like she couldn’t catch her breath.

“Just relax…” You said as softly as you could, pressing a few little kisses to her face to try and calm her down. “It’s okay, I’ve got you… I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

Rey nodded, closing her eyes and just letting herself feel you through your bond. Like this, she could sync her heartbeat with yours and it gave her a sense of peace to feel what you were feeling. But then she felt you push your finger inside and her eyes crossed so hard that she gave herself a headache.

You held her as close as possible and kissed her neck, taking your time and slowly pulling your hand back from her, listening to how wet she was for you. Your fingers were bigger than Rey’s, and stronger than hers with your military training. Very slowly, you thrust your finger in and out of her cunt, loving how she clenched around your digit and the way she leaked down onto your fingers with every movement of your hand.

“You okay, Jedi?” You teased, and Rey nodded aggressively against your neck, her nose digging against your pulse. “You’re doing so good, baby… you’re taking me so good.”

Rey sobbed and hid her face against your shoulder, and you could feel her heartbeat pick up speed with how she throbbed and clenched around your fingers. Oh, she liked that… She really liked that. So, words of affirmation were a weakness for her. You smiled, gently biting on her neck and making her moan into your skin and buck against your hand, taking your finger even deeper inside of her tightness.

“You like that? Fuck, you are so cute,” You whispered against her ear before you pressed your index finger against her and pushed. The noise she made when both fingers slipped in with minimal difficulty had you shivering all the way down your spine. “That’s it, good girl… You can handle it, I know you can.”

Rey cursed, saying your name through the filthy words of her vocabulary before she pulled back to stare at you. Her eyes were almost completely white, smoke surrounding both of you as she rolled her hips forward and encouraged you to move faster. It was like she wanted to say something, but her words kept dying on her tongue and she could only speak in moans of pleasure.

“What is it baby?” You cooed sweetly, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on Rey’s lips. “Tell me what you want.”

Rey blushed, her ears turning pink as she choked on her breath. You knew she was shy to voice it, and it just made you want to hear it even more. Her eyes fluttered closed with every stroke of your fingers into her, but you didn’t let up.

“Come on sweetheart… Tell me what you need, or I don’t know.”

Rey sobbed. “I w-w-want you to u-use your mouth again… Please, it felt so good…”

A smug little grin crossed your face before you fell back against the bunk and pulled your fingers out of her. She immediately sobbed at the empty feeling and was looking at you like you were torturing her on purpose. “What are you—”

“Come here,” You yanked on her hips and pulled on her body. “Sit on my face.”

You swear that Rey’s brain skidded like a stalling speeder on a dirt path. Her whole face went blank for a second, staring at you with her mouth open and her heart racing in her chest. You figured she thought you were crazy, but a low growl left your throat, and you lifted her off your hips. “I’m so serious, get your ass up here now.”

Rey scooted up until she was hovering over your face and you yanked her down on your mouth like you needed her to live. She crumpled forward, her head pressing into the wall of her bunk and sobbing as she struggled to stay up on her knees and give you space to breathe.

Your tongue lapped at her aggressively, prodding her entrance before focusing on her clit and licking her with a hunger you couldn’t contain. You were done being gentle and now you wanted this woman to cum until she passed out.

Every time Rey would raise herself a little off your face, you huffed and yanked her back down, giving a soft smack to her ass and making her yelp in shock before she fully got off your mouth. “What was that for?”

You looked irritated, even with your eyes glowing. “When I say sit on my face, I don’t mean hover… I mean, sit down.”

“I don’t want to suffocate you—”

You dug your nails into her thighs and yanked her down. “I want to drown in your pussy. Right now.”

Rey couldn’t resist. She gave in and sat down just like you wanted, and you gently rubbed at her ass like you were petting a loth cat. She sobbed, threading her fingers in your hair and riding your face just like you wanted, your tongue caressing her clit so perfectly that her vision started blurring around the edges.

While she was no stranger to bringing herself to completion, this was a foreign feeling. For some reason, this felt far more intense… way stronger than what she could ever do to herself. Your mouth was doing everything right, and she started to hump against your face, chasing her own high and using your mouth like a toy to get herself off.

You were happy to let her, kneading her thighs as you sucked on her clit and used the tip of your tongue, making her legs shake and her hands yank on your hair even harder. “Keep going, oh please keep going I’m g-gonna—”

A moan vibrated through your mouth and against her, aiding Rey in grinding against your face and helping her climax on your tongue. Her moans got higher pitched and her breath got caught in her throat before she stilled on top of you and went silent.

You looked up to see her white eyes and watched in awe as Rey threw her whole head back and screamed so loudly you were sure she was going to lose her voice. Her taste got richer and you lapped at her cunt from her opening all the way to her clit until she was shaking so hard that she fell face first into the wall and went limp on top of you.

Silently thanking yourself for doing so many bench presses, you lifted Rey up from your face and caught her right before she could fall on the bed. She was practically boneless in your hands, panting and shivering as you leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“You did so good, baby,” You praised, much to Rey’s humiliation as she covered her face and sobbed against your side. “Come on now, you just fucked yourself on my face and you’re still embarrassed?”

“Shut it,” Rey grabbed your bicep and yanked you down, meeting your lips with another kiss and smiling. “So, you definitely have skilled fingers…”

“Okay, now you shut it,” You laughed, falling into her and wrapping your arms around her. Both of you were messy and sweaty, but you needed physical contact if for no reason, for comfort and security. “You think we can beat this curse?”

Rey gave a little nod, pushing your hair away from your eyes to see the smoke and white glow dissipating. “I think we’ve got a good shot, yeah.”

“Did Finn happen to leave water on this ship?” You stood up from the bed and Rey shamelessly stared at you, smirking when you nearly fell over with your first few steps. “You’re gonna need some.”

“And you won’t?” Rey said, raising a brow as you picked up a canteen off the table nearby and opened up the bottle. You took a drink of whatever was inside and immediately made a face of pain before pulling it back.

“What the fuck, that’s straight Corellian whiskey!” You coughed, closing the canteen and tossing it across the room onto someone’s bed while coughing. “Who the hell does that?!”

Rey snorted, covering her mouth and standing off the bed before digging under the shelf on her bunk and pulling out her own canteen, taking a long drink from it. You made a face of annoyance with her; of course she was messing with you…

“Oh, you’re gonna get it,” You said with a slight rumble in your words before crawling back into the bunk with her. Rey giggled, falling back on the bed as you climbed completely on top of her and took the canteen, taking a massive gulp of water before resting it on the floor. “You’re so in for it, little Jedi.”

“Bring it on, babe.”

Poe and Finn were avoiding the Falcon like you two were carrying the Shadow Virus. Every time the monitors beeped, they saw your heartrates going up before evening back out, blood pressure kind of all over the place but otherwise okay.

They both got chewed out by General Organa for doing this but ultimately decided to let it go. What’s the worst that could happen, really?

Near the end of the fifty-third hour, Finn noticed something that made him nervous. Both of your heartrates were going down into the fifties. What the hell could that mean? Are you two asleep? Was something bad happening?

He didn’t hesitate to run to the Falcon and lower the loading ramp, calling out your names and feeling his own heart racing at the idea of something bad happening to his best friend. Finn was so concerned that he wasn’t looking where he was going and on the way into the main hold, he tripped on something incredibly solid. Finn slammed against the durasteel floor and saw you sitting up from the ground, groaning and holding your stomach with both hands.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?!” You groaned, rolling over onto your side as the blanket curled around your legs barely covered your body. “God, I think you broke my ribs…”

Finn didn’t even seem to care as he jumped up and looked around the room. “Where’s Rey?”

You clenched your teeth and rolled onto your stomach, agony radiating over your whole body as you choked out, “Fresher…”

The sound of running water could be heard in the distance as Finn glanced over at the crew quarters where the door to the refresher was sealed shut. You sighed, attempting to get up from the floor and wiping off your mouth that was drenched from your nose to your chin. Finn couldn’t stop himself from noticing the claw marks going across your back, some deep enough to draw blood, and teeth marks all down your neck and biceps.

“Is she okay?” Finn demanded, almost like a threat.

You scoffed. “She’s fine, she’s taking a shower. Come on, I didn’t hurt her.”

“Looks like she kicked your ass,” He commented on your wounds and you just responded with a smirk before standing up off the floor. Finn immediately looked away from your nude body, covering his eyes with his right hand and trying not to look like an idiot. “Well, when she comes out can you just… Can you tell her I want to see her?”

“I will,” You said, rubbing at the back of your neck and cracking your knuckles. “But you should probably leave now.”

“Yep, on it,” Finn was running down the loading ramp that gave a little hiss before sealing the ship back up. You chuckled, heading towards the bench by the holochess table and finding the shirt you had left there two rotations ago.

Just as you were pulling it on, you heard the refresher door open and Rey stepped out in a towel, her own neck covered in hickies and bite marks. There were several more hidden under the towel all over her chest that you saw before she jumped in the shower, and you were honestly proud of it. You liked marking your partners.

Rey stopped in her tracks, giving you a little awkward smile. “Hey…”

You slowly approached her and before she could ask what you were planning, you stepped past her and collected your pants from the floor. And while the evidence of her desire was marked all over your skin, there was now no overwhelming desire to jump on you and touch you… Was it over?

“I think we beat that curse,” You said, pulling on the pants and sitting down on her bunk with a coy little smile. Rey blushed, nodding and attempting to keep herself covered as she reached for the bag underneath her bunk and dug out a new set of clothes to wear. “How do you feel?”

“Better,” Rey smiled, stepping back and quickly drying off her body before pulling on her new clothes. You chuckled, covering your mouth at seeing the bite marks you left on her ass and how she was practically limping with every step. “Is it normal to be this sore?”

“Oh definitely,” You said, standing up and rubbing at the base of your spine. “You’ll get used to it.”

Rey paused in her movements and caught your look before laughing, pulling back her wet hair to keep it out of her face. “You really are too cocky for your own good.”

“What can I say? I know I’m good.”

After you both left the Falcon, Poe and Finn ran both of your vitals at least three times and kept you both on opposite sides of the tent. There was no twitching this time, and no syncing of your heartbeat. It looked like the curse worked out of your systems with time… Like some twisted aphrodisiac.

There was a slight awkwardness that hung in the air between you and Rey now. You were almost trying to avoid eye contact with the Jedi as you chewed on your thumbnail and sat there on the crate with the vital wire hooked up to the vein in your neck. You glanced over at Rey who blushed when Poe touched one of the bruises on your neck and you gasped, sucking in a breath harder than you had any reason to.

“Did she try to rip out your damn jugular?” Poe said, rolling his eyes as you delivered a smack to his shoulder. “Don’t hit your commander.”

“I’ll hit you harder next time,” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as he finally finished his tests on you both. Rey stood up first, disconnecting the wires. “Are you—”

“I’m good! I’m great, I’ve uh…” Rey stepped backwards and pointed towards the forest. “I’ve got a lot of training to catch up on, so I’ll see you around?” And before you could question her, she was hauling ass towards the forest and out of your sight.

Poe looked physically uncomfortable at the situation now, looking at you and seeing your whole face fall with disdain before you stood up and started walking out of the tent. There was only so much he could say in response to you feeling beyond rejected. Instead, he did something he’s never been good at. Poe chose to mind his own damn business as you sulked towards the tent you were staying in before, out of sight from everybody and back into your own little world, population of one.

“Change of plans for today though,” Rey tossed her head over her shoulder towards the thicker part of the forest, turning around and heading towards wherever she planned on leading you. Like a duckling following its mother, you followed right behind the Jedi seamlessly. You were suddenly even more excited than before.

Did you say something? Or do you just enjoy the silence?

Rey broke it first. “How are you adjusting to everything? This must be a big change for you.”

A small laugh cut through the air as you smiled in response. “It’s weird not to wake up to aggressive alarms every morning. Or going through kit inspections, or arguing with troopers...”

“Kit inspections?” Rey pulled back some of the foliage and offered to let you go first. “What’s that exactly?”

You stepped past her, ducking down and avoiding getting hit by the tree branch that she was too short to move out of the way. At this angle, she could see the small scar at your jaw just under your ear.

“Captains and commanders check our uniforms, our blasters,” You held your blaster up and spun it in your hands. “Test us on how fast we can take the gun apart and put it back together.”

Rey paused her steps and fully faced you with a mischievous grin on her face. “And how fast could you do it?”  You smirked before kneeling down and cracking your knuckles.

With expert precision, Rey watched you remove the outer parts of the E-11 rifle, ejecting the magazine charge and placing it on the ground while you unscrewed the T-tracks and added it in a line. One by one, you disassembled the rifle easily, your fingers sliding over the heavy weapon like it was second nature. Rey stared with fascination, and somewhat nostalgia as she remembered how she would dismantle ship parts for food back on Jakku.

“Now see, unfortunately you would have some carbon buildup behind the barrel, and if you couldn’t get it apart in time…” Rey noticed the scars over your hands as you explained the punishment for failing a kit inspection. “But I learned this little trick.”

Rey knelt down in front of you as you smacked the barrel and blew on the inside. A little cloud of black smoke escaped through the filters as you heard a hissing sound and disconnected the barrel. All of the pieces of the blaster were lined up on the ground with precision and perfection as you sat back and admired your work. You were clearly far more dexterous with your hands than others were, and Rey found her cheeks burning with blush at how her thoughts were going.

“And… Putting it back together?”

Like a switch, you reassembled the blaster even faster. The parts clicked, snapped, and sealed into place as you pulled the barrel back on, realigned the front sight, and pushed the charge magazine back into the track. The blaster whirred to life, and you flipped the side of it to stun, offering the weapon to the Jedi.

“You’re good,” Rey took the blaster, running her fingers across the T-tracks and smiling at your work like it was the best thing she’s seen in a while. “You have very skilled hands.”

“I’ve been told that once or twice,” You almost immediately went red in the face, your embarrassment echoing through the Force at what you just said. Memories of those random nights with random women were not things you were proud of. Mainly your fellow soldiers, women who were desperate for physical contact and at times when you believed it was better than wallowing in self-pity.

You couldn’t remember any of their names. Nine times out of ten, they didn’t have one or didn’t tell you. You were just another body for them to use until they forgot the horrible atrocities they were committing. And then once back in armor, they went right back to being faceless.

So many unpleasant memories and feelings washed over you like ice water. Rey could feel it, and she put down the blaster to reach for your hand. And instead of pulling back, you let her. There was like this pull towards her that you couldn’t get out of your very being. What was it that made you fall into her like a crashing ship?

The reputation you had in the First Order didn’t apply to you here. The captain that led the attack on Palsaang, the unfeeling soldier, that was your reputation. Physical touch repulsed you, and feeling for others meant nothing to you before Kashyyyk. For the longest time, you turned your heart off and became a machine; a weapon capable of wonderful, and terrible things.

You’ve killed before. Fired your blaster on opposing enemies without a second thought before you reached the forest world of the Wookiees. You grew up thinking hope was dead, that your entire life was nothing but a façade of false promises that your parents couldn’t keep.

Your squad thought you were ruthless before Kashyyyk. But now, a failure among soldiers, you were nothing but a puddle of feelings in Rey’s grasp. Maybe she used the Force to unlock something within you that you thought was behind blast doors forever.

Rey gently squeezed your hand, pulling you out of your thoughts and fears. When you looked up, those hazel eyes spoke more than words ever could. She helped you back to your feet and held the blaster out for you. “Come on, we’re almost there.”

With a little nod, you snapped back to reality, following close behind the Jedi and stepping over downed trees as you went. Every step felt like walking to your execution. Why were you so nervous about this? Why were you terrified of where Rey was leading you? Maybe because of how secretive she was, or the lack of information she offered.

When she stepped down, ducking over a branch, you found yourselves in a clearing. Around the entirety of the forest, a small patch of light filtered through the trees and down onto the grass where Rey stepped and lifted up her hand. The trees ruffled, and leaves parted to show she set up a series of targets all around the forest.

“What’s all this about?” You smiled, holding the blaster with both hands.

“Everybody says how good you are,” Rey said, stepping towards you and reaching for your arm. You offered it like you were caught in a tractor beam, obeying effortlessly. “I want to see it myself. I want you to hit those targets, but not the trees.”

“That’s all?” You charged the rifle, pressing the stock against your shoulder and grinning like a nexu cat. “Oh, you’re on Jedi.”

Rey stepped back, holding her hands behind her back and starting a timer on her wrist. “Begin.”

You immediately snapped into action. You lined up the crosshairs with the target, flipped the switch to live rounds, and fired, hitting the plank as the rifle gave a little kick against your shoulder. You didn’t flinch, clenching your teeth as you moved with mechanical precision to the next target and fired.

Rey watched, observing how you didn’t waste a single round. Every shot fired hit the target flawlessly, wood splintering from the planks with every pull of the trigger. You turned in every other direction, finding a new target and gunning it down without hesitation or mercy. Every training session, Poe and Finn had been there to watch you work and every time, they commented on how unfeeling you looked when presented with a target.

So many questions crossed Rey’s thoughts as you fired on the last target, immediately disengaging the rifle and flipping it back to stun. A heavy breath left your throat as sweat dripped from your brow and you turned to Rey like she was your commanding officer, nearly saluting in the process. Old habits die hard…

“Nice,” Rey grinned, circling you like a shark. “Finn was right; you are highly skilled.”

You shrugged, rolling your shoulder back a little. “No more than anyone else here, I’m sure.”

“That remains to be seen,” She said before reaching for the staff on her back. Before you could ask what she was planning, another staff whizzed through the air, and you instinctively reached out to catch it. Rey lunged for you, the staff slamming down against yours and creating a vibration against your wrists.

“Okay I’m sure there's a reason, but can you not!?” You demanded as Rey pulled her brows down and shoved you back with the staff. You stumbled in the dirt, nearly tripping on the roots behind you as she spun the weapon in her hands. “What exactly is your plan here?”

“To learn,” Rey grinned before attacking you again. You held up the staff to block the blow, noticing how before she was looking at your bicep vein when you fired. But now, all she was looking at was your eyes and how there was a fire that she couldn’t quite understand. “You have strength.”

“Yeah, no shit,” You huffed, shoving her back with the staff before slamming the edge of yours against hers. She blocked the hit effortlessly, using the other side of the staff to whack your knee and make you stumble. The noise that left your throat had her heart racing.

Rey didn’t go easy on you. Her focus was on nothing but offense, attacking every spare chance she could and watching your reaction time. It wasn’t as good as hers, she had the force. But you were able to keep up with her, panting and holding your ground until she was able to successfully overpower you.

The Jedi grinned, holding the staff against yours and didn’t warn you before tucking her foot behind your knee. In seconds, you were slamming against the ground hard. A groan of pain left you as Rey pounced on top of you, her staff lightly pushing against your neck and holding you down. Her weight rested against your hips, a smile shining on her face and a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Not strong enough, I guess,” Her voice was barely above a whisper as you huffed, the creases in your neck more prominent as she pushed you down into the dirt. “Yield?”

Instinctively, you put both hands against Rey’s hips and attempted to show your dominance. Holding her down, you arched yourself upward, your abdomen pressing against her core and creating friction that had her faltering in her hold.

Redness spread all over her face as you took this chance to gain the upper hand. You grabbed at the staff on your neck and bucked her off of your body, jumping up and grabbing the back of her neck before pushing Rey into the ground. Your knee pressed against her lower back, digging against her spine as you sat on her ass, whispering against her ear. “Never.”

Rey huffed, dirt kicking up around her heavy breathing as she slapped against your thigh. “Alright, you can get off now!”

“What, you don’t like it?”

Both of you seemed to freeze once you realized what you said, choking on nothing but air as you immediately let her go. Rey crawled out from underneath you, flipping over and panting hard enough to make you think she might pass out.

You stood up, brushing off your knees. “I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me.”

“I do,” Rey breathed, standing up from the ground and stepping forward. Before you could step back, she put her staff behind you and grabbed it with both hands, caging you in and holding the weapon just under your rear as she yanked you right against her. “You feel what I feel too, right?”

Your breathing was rushed, shaky, as you looked down at her and instinctively grabbed at the back of her neck just under her hair. Rey was acting like any time your skin contacted hers, it was like white hot pleasure down her spine. Her eyes rolled back and she pushed her head against your chest.

“That… overwhelming urge to touch you?” You whimpered. “Yes. Since I first spoke to you.”

“I felt it… when I first entered your mind,” Rey looked up, a single tear tracking her face as it was now your turn to cradle her head in your hands. “This pull, this… bond that I can’t ignore.”

“But what is it?” You could feel the ‘bond’ whatever it was, pulling you two closer together. Your heart sped up before slowing back down, the two of your hearts syncing up as one with your breathing matching hers.

Rey’s eyes flicked to your lips before going back to your eyes. “I don’t know… But it hurts to fight back.”

You felt it too. That unyielding pull under your skin and how every second separated felt like spiders crawling up and down your spine. The last few days when you weren’t in Rey’s presence were like needles against your brain. You wanted to seek her out and press every inch of your body against hers while feeling those lips that you had yet to have the pleasure of meeting with your own. You were called to her… You needed her. Your heart yearned for her own.

“I’m done fighting.”

Rey fell completely into you as your lips came crashing down onto your own. The noise she made was like something you would hear in an X-rated holo; soft, whimpery, and beautiful. It was enough to make your knees go weak as you dropped down onto the ground and pulled her into your lap. The weight of her body against your own brought a relief you didn’t know you needed.

It all felt like you two were moving at the speed of light. There was no reason for your connection, nor any reason why physical contact offered a sense of respite against some pain you couldn’t describe even if you tried. You pulled Rey as close as your bodies would allow, digging your fingernails against her ass and groaning with every kiss that just got deeper and deeper.

You felt her tongue slide across your bottom lip, and you complied obediently. Rey tasted like caf, something sweet, and this richness that had your body shivering from your toes to your fingers. She was relentless, her hand curling into the hair near the base of your neck and pulling in order to try and gain some ground, fighting your kisses for dominance like she had a score to settle.

For a brief second, you broke the kiss and it sounded like you injured Rey with how pathetic she whined, bending back down and latching her lips against your neck.

“R-R-Rey, I d-don’t—Ah!” You stuttered out, shaking in her hold as she exposed more of your throat to bite at, licking at your skin and sucking at the pulse she felt under her tongue. You groaned, deep and animal like as you fell back against the ground to let her take control. You never let yourself be under someone else, never willingly give up control like this, so it was like crossing into uncharted space.

Rey was kissing every single piece of exposed skin she could get her mouth on, pulling on the collar of your shirt and biting your collarbone as you dipped your hand into the waist of her pants and felt the bare skin of her hipbone on your fingertips.

Her lips broke off from your skin, and she let out a sigh of pleasure at feeling you shift, slotting your muscular thigh against her clothed core and rutting upward, providing stimulation as you held her down on your body. You didn’t let up, your fingers sliding over her skin and holding her down before you attempted to catch her lips in a kiss again.

Rey didn’t hesitate, biting at your bottom lip and meeting the kiss with all teeth and tongue like a woman starved. She somehow tasted sweeter with every hungry kiss she gave you, and it was starting to fog your brain. Whatever was happening, it was rewriting your whole brain and making you content with her advances.

You were seconds away from touching her. Your fingers slid across the front of her waist and ghosted across the patch of hair over her cunt that had no business feeling so soft on your fingers. But the touch was enough to make Rey pull back to look in your eyes…

And then it all crashed down.

You and Rey stopped moving like women possessed, staring into each other’s eyes that were practically glowing and radiating this thick cloud of smoke. You didn’t dare move, staring into her bright, almost white eyes before Rey grabbed your arm and pulled your hand from her pants.

The noise she made was like a wounded animal. “Something’s wrong with us.”

You shook, nodding quickly until both of you were separated from each other, almost on opposite sides of the clearing in the woods. “I don’t think this is the Force, Rey.”

“Definitely not,” Rey stood up, resisting the urge to help you up and contact your skin again. “We… We need to figure this out.”

“Who do we ask? Who would know?”

  Rey picked up her staff, slinging it around her chest. “Leia could know about this… It could be dangerous.”

You both headed back to the base, keeping as much distance from each other as possible, and it wasn’t until you were on her right side that Rey noticed the series of hickies and bite marks she left behind on the column of your neck. Her face burned with embarrassment as she approached the General’s tent.

You waited back, arms wrapping around your waist as you looked up and caught Finn’s eyes from a few yards away. He waved, heading over to you without hesitation.

“Hey, you and Rey had a training session, right? How did… it go…” Finn saw the marks against your neck, and you instinctively covered the side of your neck. Your stomach twisted a little uncomfortably and you avoided eye contact for a second. “How much training actually happened?”

A wave of nausea hit you. “Something’s wrong with us.”

“Wrong?” Finn got closer. “I mean, I don’t think it’s wrong to feel like you do, but—”

You immediately stopped him. “No, no, not like that. Physically. We aren’t ourselves and it feels like the longer she’s away from me, the more pain I am in.”

“Sounds like love to me.”

“I don’t ‘love’,” You stated flatly. “I don’t get attached, I don’t crave contact, I never have… There’s something wrong with me, it’s like I’m infected with something! Finn, this isn’t me. I know who I am and this isn’t it!”

Finn nearly fell over when you grabbed at his shoulders, practically shaking him as you spoke with this desperate tone, tears falling down your face as you wanted nothing more than to purge these feelings from your body. Maybe if this had been a gradual buildup it wouldn’t have been so bad. But it was instantaneous. You went from thinking Rey was cute, to wanting her to sit on your face.

“Okay, calm down,” Finn grabbed your shoulders in return to try and shake sense into you. “Look, how bad can it be? So, you like her? What’s the big deal?”

The tent pulled back and General Organa stepped out, staring at the marks on your skin and the way the veins in your neck were pulsing angrily. You made eye contact with Rey through the tent and before anyone could stop you, you were closing the distance and pressing your forehead against hers like you needed her to survive.

The ache dissipated the second your skin contacted hers, bringing a sigh of relief from the Jedi as she held you close, tears falling down from her face. She whispered your name like a prayer. “This is bad.”

You didn’t pull away as you opened your eyes, seeing hers starting to glow again. “What’s happening to us?”

“There’s a reason we set up base here,” General Organa stated over your heavy breathing. “This moon is entirely force sensitive, from the trees to the soil we stand on. It’s like raw, untapped energy that amplifies a Jedi’s abilities.”

“So, this is the force?” Finn stepped into the tent, clearly concerned with whatever was happening, but also trying not to stare as your hand ghosted across Rey’s neck to trace your thumb against the underside of her jaw.

“Not exactly,” General Organa grabbed your hand away from Rey’s face and the interruption of touch from an outside force had you visibly wincing, your eyes darkening for a second and forcing you to break apart from Rey. It was like she stabbed you in the side and caused you physical pain when she separated you both. “This is ancient. This is magick.”

“What’s magick?” Finn was the only one listening here, as you were more focused on not crawling out of your skin and Rey started to chew on her fingernails while attempting to regain self-control.

“It’s like the force, a part of it, but draws from the light and the dark… It’s supernatural, and it does what it wants. A Jedi can’t control magick like they can the Force, it doesn’t work with them, it works for itself,” General Organa grabbed your biceps and forced you to sit down on a crate on the other side of the tent. Your foot tapped against the dirt, and you put your head in your hands, trying not to cry. “Rey was the first that found you when you crashed here. And she was fresh from running a training course when she did.”

You frowned, clearly not understanding whatever she was saying. “What are you—”

“Rey bandaged your stab wound on your back, but she had a scrape on her hand,” General Organa would have kneeled down to meet your eyes had her knees not been so bad. Your pupils were heavily dilated, and she could see sweat dripping from your hairline. “You two shared blood… On a heavily force charged planet. You two are cursed.”

“CURSED?!” Both you and Rey shouted, jumping up and suddenly wanting to be anywhere else but next to the other. The pull to her was almost more than you could bare. You wanted to hold her, kiss her, do things to her that would make saloon dancers blush, but you also wanted to run. Far, and fast.

“How do we stop it?” Finn demanded, stepping between you and Rey. He could see Rey’s fingers twitching as she kept trying to reach for you, but he would shove her arm back down by her side. It would have been comical had you two not been in danger.

General Organa sighed, her face dropping a little. “I don’t know.”

You laughed, but there was no humor in it. “So that’s it? We’re stuck like this? I’m stuck wanting to fuck this woman’s brains out and there’s nothing we can do to stop it?”

“Don’t act like this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to you,” Rey said, slight irritation in her tone. “You shouldn’t have cut off your armor like a crazy person.”

“Maybe you should have been better at training, ever think of that?” You scoffed, looking up to meet Rey’s eyes and feeling your insides flutter at her stare. A moment of silence passed between both of you before you bit your lip and spoke with no filter in your words. “Kriff, you are so hot when you’re mad.”

Rey attempted to jump across Finn to kiss you before he put his whole palm against her sternum and shoved her back. The Jedi huffed angrily, noticing how you were squirming in place and trying not to look desperate for her, but it was a losing battle. She could feel your desire through this forced bond you two were sharing.

“Okay, we need to keep you two apart,” Finn concluded, shoving you down onto the crate once again before hold Rey’s arms by her sides. “You’re comin’ with me.”

Rey looked like she was under arrest, her shoes scuffing against the dirt as Finn hauled her out of the tent and in a direction you couldn’t see. You sat on the crate, panting and tapping your foot as General Organa gave you this deep look of sympathy. “This is a really shitty situation, general.”

She laughed. “I’ve been through worse.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

So, so deep in the dark space that just seeing the planet’s moon was like something from a dream. Maybe you were simply delirious from dehydration, or you were experiencing the lovely condition called “Space Psychosis”. Regardless, stars started to seem like living creatures in your vision as the barely functional fighter entered the moon’s atmosphere with a less than graceful crash among the forest. This jungle was far less dense than Kashyyyk, but no less green than what you were used to.

Tears tracked your face when the fighter slammed against the trunks of the thick foliage, unlatching and pushing open the top hatch of the ship with shaking hands. The armor felt like it was searing your skin as you managed to tumble free from the cockpit and unstrap the plating over your body. But for every layer you removed, you found another strap holding the armor in place and it felt like you were locked in a durasteel room.

A cry escaped your lips as you yanked on the front of your chest plate, fingers scrambling for purchase against the soft outer shell before you decided to say fuck it. You reached into the holster on your calf and unsheathed a dagger, slipping it against the back of your armor plating and slicing.

The blade dug into your skin, but the armor fell hard onto the forest floor, a breath of relief hitting your lungs as you fell to your knees and began to sob.

It was all gone… Everything you knew was gone. But what you knew wasn’t that kriffing great to begin with… Would the First Order chase after you? They would have made their presence known in space, they had so much time to track you down… The fighter!

“They all have trackers… No, no, no, they all have trackers!” You panicked. Your ears started ringing as you climbed back into the ship and started to press away at the console inside. One of the panels popped open and you looked around for the right operating code in case of disaster. Sweat dripped from your brow as you typed in the code and heard the alarms blaring inside of the TIE fighter.

“Initiating self-destruct sequence. T-minus: one minute.”

You scrambled out of the fighter, tripping on the foliage as you ran for cover. It took over thirty seconds to just get out of the cockpit, so you did not make it very far. The explosion shook the ground, hard. Trees trembled, leaves falling down with dirt kicking up every which way. The fire sent out waves of heat so strong that it knocked you off your feet, slamming headfirst against a boulder about ten feet away.

Instantly, you were unconscious, fire burning around you as the grass caught the blaze, licking at your skin and nearly killing you…

Until they found you.

“Well, where did she come from? And how many more are on their way?”

“We would have seen something by now, I think she’s alone.”

“But why is she here? And who the hell is she?”

“How about we wait until she wakes up and then ask her?”

“Yeah, until she tries to kill us…”

The voices sounded more like ghosts than real people. Pain radiated from the back of your skull all the way down your spine, throbbing and pulsing like crackles of lightning. The sun had long gone down, and you noticed that the rest of your armor was gone… Actually, all of your clothes were gone.

A blanket was between you and indecent exposure, only in a chest binding and underwear. Your muscles were covered in bruises from wearing that armor for so long. A bandage soaked in bacta was around your forehead, and while it may have healed you slightly, it didn’t stop the headache.

You slowly sat up and immediately cried out at the agony that raced down your spine.

“Easy! Easy,” You attempted to focus your eyes, feeling them blur with tears before aggressively blinking them away. You expected a lot of things… But you didn’t expect her. “You took one hell of a hit.”

Princess Leia Organa. No, General Organa. She was right in front of you, her hand pressing against your bruised shoulder and holding you down on the cot. You felt tears slide down your face as you looked up at someone you were told was a war criminal. But she had the kindest eyes you had ever seen on another person in your life.

“I… I don’t… Where am I?” You stammered.

“Depends on who you are, and how many more of the First Order is on the way,” Leia said, her tone shifting into something dangerous. “How did you find this place?”

“I wasn’t looking for it I just… Oh my, God, I couldn’t just…” It all came rushing in at once as you bent forward and dry heaved right in front of the general of the Resistance. You felt the cot shift next to you and a hand on your shoulder. “I couldn’t do it, I ran… Fuck, I ran away. T-The First Order, they… my whole squad died. They wanted to burn down the Palsaang shadowlands! Enslave the Wookiees, I couldn’t just—”

“Okay, calm down,” Leia said gently, and it was like her presence alone was enough to bring you peace from the inside out. Your brain started to relax, and you had no idea how she was doing it, but she was bringing your heart rate back to normal. “Are you a deserter?”

You nodded, very weakly. “I’m alone… I ran away from the First Order.”

“You wouldn’t be the first one here to do it,” Leia said, a smile playing on her face as she stood up, leaning against the cane in her grasp. “I’ll send her in now.”

“Who?” You panicked, sitting up a little straighter before the pain came right back and radiated over your entire person. You clenched your teeth, muscles flexing in anguish. Your broad, stocky frame was now riddled with bruises and brand-new wounds that would put your brute-strength body out of commission for days.

“You try anything,” You looked up to see three people standing at the front of the tent, one with a pissed-off expression and holding a blaster. “I’m not stunning you.”

A scoff left your throat, leaning back a little and rubbing your face from your forehead to your mouth. Sweat coated your hand as you looked between the three standing at the exit, glaring at you like they could light you on fire.

The one with the blaster had dark hair, a cold expression, and an itchy trigger finger. Next to him was a black man with a sharp jaw, broad shoulders, and a less than happy look on his face, but far less mad than the other man. And on the far right…

You felt your face burn with embarrassment. Hazel eyes burned into your own, staring not only at you but through you. Dark brown hair held back out of her face, highlighting her bright skin and gentle features, but nonetheless more dangerous than her companions. An off-white tunic complimented her tanned skin. A weapon wrapped around her chest and… a lightsaber on her hip.

“Are you a Jedi?” You questioned before you could even stop yourself.

The man with the blaster didn’t like that. “Hey, we’re the ones asking the questions here! Now where the hell did you come from?”

His voice was angry, and loud. It had your skull pounding. “K-Kashyyyk… I was stationed on Kashyyyk.”

The black man glanced to the other man. “No, you’re lying. The First Order isn’t crazy enough to attack Kashyyyk, the Empire already tried that.”

“The First Order is more damn crazy than you could ever imagine,” You snapped, head tilting up to look at the men with a fire burning behind your eyes. It was like you could still see the trees burning, your squad being ravaged by the kinraths, and mykals. Death was all around you, like a dark cloud that wouldn’t dissipate. “They… they tried to exterminate them.”

“Exterminate who?” The woman finally spoke, her voice sweet as honey. You shivered, biting your lips to try and get your thoughts under control.

“Everything,” You stood up, the blanket falling to the floor. You were about half a foot taller than she was, looking down into her eyes as her own went from your face to the broadness of your shoulders and the muscle of your biceps. “They set fire to the wroshyr trees… tried to destroy the shadowlands, murdered the Palsaang chieftain, they… we enslaved children.”

“Another reason to put a bullet in her skull before the rest of the Order shows up—”

“Wait!” The woman reached out to stop the man, her hand trembling slightly before looking back up at you. She saw how your hands were curled into fists, the way your arms were shaking, and how you struggled to stay upright. Her hand reached out, sliding across your cheek and you inhaled sharply. “Wait…”

“What are you… doing…” It was like your voice was miles away, echoing in the distance as you felt an unfamiliar force drag down the back of your skull, wriggling inside of your brain and chipping away at your already weakened defenses. You had never felt this in your life. What the hell was she doing to you?

The woman didn’t blink as she stared into your eyes, digging through your brain and searching for the thoughts that you attempted to bury in the time of your travel from Kashyyyk to the outer rim. You inhaled hard, remembering how you held the blaster rifle in your hands and watched as your squad executed several wookiees. You didn’t fire a single shot, just standing there and watching, powerless to stop.

You held the flamethrower as the trees caught fire, flames spreading across the shadowlands and smoking out all of the hostile fauna in the area. In the blink of an eye, your squad was attacked by kinraths. Several people you called friends were stabbed to death right in front of you, dragged away by the giant spiders, or worse… swallowed whole by the massive snakes that live underground in the tunnels below the shadowlands.

She saw you flee. She saw you run away. She saw you fire on your commanding officer and steal his fighter to escape… She saw you become a coward.

When she pulled her hand away, you dropped down to your knees in front of her, tears streaming down your face and hitting the floor as you sobbed uncontrollably. “I ran away… I left my friends to die down there… I couldn’t fire a single kriffing round because I was afraid…”

“It’s okay,” She said calmly, reaching out with both hands and placing them on your face. You sobbed, going lax in her hold and allowing the woman to cradle your face like it was made of fragile glass. Your body showed off anything but fragile… And yet here you were, on your knees in front of a Jedi who had just seen the worst of you. “You’re safe now… Just breathe, you’re alright.”

“I know I’m a damn coward,” You blinked aggressively, looking up at the woman and trying not to show how pained you were from the inside. “But I swear on my life… It’s all true. The First Order is down to a ghost crew on Kashyyyk… If you go there, you could save what’s left. Rwookrrorro, Kachirho, even the shadowlands.”

“Someone tell Leia and Chewie,” The woman stated, not pulling her eyes away from yours for even a second. Those hazel irises were nearly glowing, and you just couldn’t look away from her. You were at her mercy, in every way possible. Without a doubt, she could feel your heartbeat picking up under your skin. “Send out a squad to save the Wookiee homeworld.”

“On it,” The man with the blaster finally backed off, tucking the weapon away into his holster and leaving the tent. It was like he couldn’t wait to be out of that space and all you could do was hold onto whatever sanity you had left.

“Hey,” The other man’s voice was closer. You finally looked away from her, staring at his features that seemed to soften with your story. Very carefully, he placed a calloused hand against your back between your shoulder blades. “I know how you feel… Running from the First Order… My number was FN-2187, but I go by Finn now…”  

You inhaled sharply, eyes darting all over his features before giving a nervous laugh, tears still streaking your face. “KL-3208-55…”

“I don’t have a number,” The woman said gently, gaining your attention back. You looked up at her as she smiled. “I’m just Rey.”

“Well… it’s the best name I’ve ever heard before.”

The next day that followed wasn’t exactly easy. You were practically an invalid the whole time, sleeping through the night and most of the day until you felt the rays of sun peeking past the tent flap shielding you from the outside world.

Finn had been nice enough to bring you something to wear, given that you were almost the same size as him. The shirt clung to your muscles like a second skin, the pants tight around your hips as you stepped out of the tent and adjusted to the sunlight on your face. Chirping of wildlife could be heard in the distance, but this was far gentler than the fauna on Kashyyyk.

“Look who’s up,” You blinked roughly, looking down to see the angry man with the blaster approaching you. “Good news, your story checked out! A small group of fighters landed on Kashyyyk and Chewie was able to drive the First Order out.”

“Told you,” Was all you said, rubbing at your eyes and attempting to drive the pain away. “They didn’t stand a chance.”

“Uh-huh,” He rubbed at his jaw and let out a little sigh, almost like he wanted to say something but was pained to say it. “Listen… Sorry about all the threats before, I uh… I have bad experiences with stormtroopers.”

“You were protecting everybody,” You shrugged a little. “I wouldn’t trust me either.”

He slowly stepped forward, and you stumbled back at seeing his hand outstretch towards you. Very carefully, you accepted it. “Poe Dameron.”

“Good to finally know your name,” You said a little more sarcastically than you intended, but no less genuine. It was nice for him to not be waving a gun around in your face every time he got close to you. “Not to be too demanding but… I could really, really use a shower? I mean, I know it’s a forest but—”

“Actually, there’s a uhm… A spring on the other side of the ridge over there. Should be empty right now, so go right ahead,” Poe directed you over the hills towards a thicker brush. You gave him a smile before heading in that direction, weaving through all of the ships and equipment to try and get to the place that was just calling your name.

You ignored the way your stomach growled as you climbed over the hill, your hunger at an all time high as you maneuvered through the bushes and dense foliage of… whatever planet you had ended up on.

The atmosphere here was almost gentle. Birds chirped in the distance, the weather was warm and comfortable, and the oxygen wasn’t too thick for discomfort. It was easy to move around, and you felt a sense of freedom that you hadn’t felt in a long time. You weren’t like a stormtrooper that was stolen away as a child, you enlisted willingly.

That was over a decade ago. After your homeworld fell, you were lost like a dog with no owner. The ghosts of your family haunted your past as you signed up for the First Order with an empty heart and numb soul. It wasn’t until you were faced with the atrocities you committed before that you really felt the ache that was behind your ribs, that echoed through your very lifeforce.

You pushed through the brush and stared at the spring that stretched on for almost a mile. A grin broke across your face as you approached the water and carefully placed your hand inside of the water, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. It was warm, not overly hot, but comfortable. Wow, this place seemed amazing…

Very carefully, you stripped off your clothes, pulling the shirt away and folding it up, unlacing your pants and adding it to the pile. It wasn’t until you were standing in front of the water that you were able to see all the bruises that littered your skin, not to mention the massive bruise on your forehead going into your hairline. It definitely looked like you went to war, and you lost miserably.

Your ribs hurt too much for full range of motion and when you went to unbind your chest, you let out a cry of pain, covering your mouth to keep quiet. It was bad enough that you were among the same people you’ve been told are a stain on the galaxy… But you didn’t want to share weakness in front of more people than you already have.

So absorbed in your pain that the sound of rustling made you nearly jump out of your skin. When you looked up, you saw Rey stumbling on her feet with a small bag over her shoulder, staring at you and seeing how her brain almost skipped like a stone across the water.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t think anyone was—” She inhaled, her nostrils flaring a little as she stared at your body. A soft red decorated her face as she admired the muscles of your abdomen before tearing her gaze back up towards your eyes. “I’ll just be—”

“No wait,” You reached out, hissing in pain and nearly collapsing. Rey stopped in her tracks before she set her bag down and slowly approached you. “J-Just hand me a knife or something… Let me cut these off.”

“You’ll cut yourself again if you do that,” Rey stated flatly, slowly approaching you as if you were some wild animal that may attack her. “I can help you with it, if you want?”

You sighed before nodding, allowing the Jedi to close the distance between you two. You faced forward and lifted your arms away from your chest as you felt her extremely callous fingers graze against your side where you tucked the wrapping away to hold it in place. Very carefully, Rey began to unwrap your chest, attempting to look away but feeling herself being drawn into you.

While unwrapping your chest, you felt her scarred knuckles graze the underside of your right breast and you inhaled sharply at the spike of arousal that went down your spine, sitting up a little straighter, and biting your tongue to keep your sounds inside. Rey mistook this as pain and immediately apologized for touching you.

“Sorry, I know you must be in pain…”

You just nodded, looking towards the water until you felt the bindings slide free from your body and fall into a heap of bandages on the floor. You inhaled deeply, feeling like a weight was lifted from your chest as you leaned back and rubbed at your side where the binding was digging into your skin for force knows how long.

There was a silence that passed between you two, and you looked up to see Rey staring at you even more intently than before. It was easy to say that she was just admiring your build, but you knew what she was looking at. You had a hideous scar on your sternum that was covered by the wraps until now. It was in the shape of a jagged X, branching off in every other direction like some kind of parasite under your skin.

You decided to answer before she could ask. “My training gear failed on my third day… my commander thought I was going to die.”

“It looks so painful…” Before you knew what was happening, Rey’s fingers reached up and traced the middle of the scar. You froze, staring at her hand as she let her fingertips ghost across the edges of the scar, close to the gentle swell of your breasts where no other person had touched you before with such gentleness in your life. Holy fuck what was happening?

“You can join me,” The words were out before you knew it. Almost instantly, Rey looked up to meet your wide eyes and ripped her hand from your chest like you physically hurt her. “I-in the spring, I mean… No reason for you to come back, we can just keep our distance, right?”

Rey gave a little nod, very quickly jumping up as she undid the belt around her waist. You took a deep breath, standing up and pushing down your underwear before slowly stepping into the spring. Wading into the water until it was up to your waist, you sighed and fell back into the water with an audible splash. “I can’t begin to tell you how good this feels.”

“It’s pretty amazing,” You heard the water ripple nearby and against your better judgement, you glanced up and felt your breath leave your throat. Fuck…

Rey, in your opinion, was the definition of lithe goddess. She was thin, agile looking, covered in scars with strong thighs and sun damaged skin. The flesh on her hands and cheeks was darker than the rest of her body, which was just as gorgeous. Gentle curves and tight muscles, small freckles decorating her upper thighs and over her arms that got darker in the sunlight. Supple breasts that looked as soft as clouds, and a smile that could pacify fucking anybody.

“I am from a desert world… water was scarce, so to literally lie in it feels so bizarre to me,” Rey was not keeping good on the ‘keep distance’ suggestion, almost three feet away from you as you simply floated on the surface of the water. Like this, she could see literally every single inch of you… You noticed that Rey was definitely a starer. If she was fascinated with something, she looked and did not look away. And that was now you.

“Where are you from, Rey?” You asked, genuinely curious as you gently moved your arm to keep yourself centered in place.

“Nowhere special… Jakku, a junkyard world.”

You frowned. “I’ve heard about that place… Is it truly as hot as they say?”

Rey chuckled, swimming up a little closer. “You have no idea… degrees would easily reach boiling points when the sun was at its highest peak. And rotations lasted four hours longer there than here.”

“How did you survive there?”

It was Rey’s turn to answer questions now, and for some reason, she was happy to indulge you. “I was a scavenger most of my life. Spent days digging through the wrecks left behind by the wars and selling what I could to a really nasty man.”

You slowly sat up from the water, droplets dripping down from your hair as you looked into her eyes to try and offer some sort of comfort, even if it didn’t seem like she was asking for it. You knew how hard things could be on your own, and it seemed like Rey was alone for most of her life. “How did you end up here?”

Rey laughed, and the smile on her face was infectious. “Finn… He crashed into my life and pulled me out. He’s one of the nicest, most caring people I have ever known, my best friend through and through.”

You smiled a little, even if it was a melancholy smile. “He seems like a great person.”

For many moments, you two didn’t say anything. You just existed within each other’s presences as you ran your hands across your head to rinse out the grime of the many rotations gone without a shower of any kind.

It wasn’t until Rey cleared her throat that you spoke up. “Thank you all… for taking me in so easily. I know it isn’t easy to trust someone like me, and I know it feels weird… But thank you, for trusting me.”

“I couldn’t sense a reason not to,” Rey got even closer. At this distance, you could smell the motor oil that was somewhat stained on her skin. The way the sun caught her eyes through the trees was just enough to cast a warm green tint to her irises. Your heart skipped a beat for a brief second as you watched her take her hair down and tilt her head back to rinse it off. “We were all lost at some point.”

You nodded a little absently, lifting your hands up and rubbing your fingers across the callouses built into your palms from weightlifting and heavy weapon usage. It was clear Rey wanted to ask something, staring at you with an intense focus that made you shrink backwards like a wounded animal.

“There’s a place for you here, you know…” Rey said gently, pulling you out of your daze. “If you want it. A fresh start, a new life away from the First Order.”

A sigh left your throat. “I doubt I can offer the Resistance anything of value.”

Rey pressed a hand against your face again, the warm water dripping from her palm and down the side of your neck. She had this look, this gentle calming expression that just made you melt like ice in the hot sun. You leaned into her touch almost instinctively.

“I believe you would be a highly valuable addition to the Resistance,” Her thumb stroked against your cheekbone, and it sent shivers down your spine. “Everyone has something to offer.”

“Even a deserter like me?”

“Especially a deserter like you. Finn’s job in the First Order was sanitation… You were a captain. You have experience that is highly valuable for all of the Resistance.”

You submitted, nodding your head and without realizing it, you got even closer to her in the water. Rey could feel the heat of your body even through the water as the distance between you two was mere inches. She could feel you through and through, and you knew that she was using the Force to reach out for you.

The intrusion was less terrifying this time. Her presence in your head was now a gentle caress, soft and featherlight against your mind while breaching your darkest feelings and thoughts. Rey sensed no hostility in you, nor any darkness that would be considered dangerous. Just your haunting memories and how you went from a soldier to a victim.

You breathed slowly through your nose and felt Rey press her forehead against your own. You closed your eyes and sighed softly. “Are you like this with every new recruit?”

Rey gave a soft chuckle, closing her own eyes and feeding into your presence. “No one has an energy that you have.”

“Energy? What do you mean?”

Rey exhaled, shaky and with a slight whine in her tone. You could almost feel the inside of her mind with how she was latched onto the inside of your brain, digging into you and making a home inside of your deepest thoughts and the sweet touch of your soul.

“It’s hard to explain… You feel safe… Like a part of me has always known you,” Her voice was barely above a whisper. You reached out and carefully placed your hands against her hips under the water, feeling how she jolted like you physically shocked her, but didn’t attempt to pull you away.

“I thought you were doing that… with the Force, and all,” You mumbled, fingers gently digging into her skin. “I don’t know that I’ve ever felt this instant connection with anybody.”

“It could definitely be the Force, but it isn’t me doing it,” Rey smiled nervously. “Maybe our souls know each other.”

“Maybe… But who am I to argue with a Jedi?”

You both stayed like that for a good while. Neither of you moved from your spots in the water as you both simply existed with each other, your fingers rubbing circles against her waist and her thumbs sliding back and forth along your cheeks. Her presence in your head was comfortable, and you didn’t want to feel it go any time soon.

And this was a different connection than anything Rey had felt in the past. Before, it was a sudden bridge forming between her and the enemy. Snoke merging two minds in order to try and take control of Rey and see the secrets kept. But this? It was nothing but you, her, and the Force creating a bond that transcended reasoning.

Rey had sensed you the second you entered the atmosphere of the moon. A small disturbance in the Force that drew her to your location. She was terrified at first, but when she could feel your faint heartbeat through the Force, she knew… She knew there was something special about you. Rey saved you from the fire.

You sighed softly, your mouth moving quicker than your brain. Rey must have raced down your mind just right because you were uttering out words you didn’t intend to ever share with her. “I’ve never kissed a Jedi before…”

Rey didn’t even flinch. Her brows creased against your forehead and she giggled. “I’m not going to stop you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Rey, this is,” You swallowed, looking up and pulling your head away just enough to meet her hazel eyes. She was almost upset that you pulled away from her. “This is happening extremely fast. I mean, we literally j-just met and I mean, I barely know you and you barely know me, I don’t—”

“Hey, hey,” Rey continued to hold your face, pulling your head back down to press her forehead against yours. You whined pitifully, much to her amusement. “It’s like you said… You’ve never felt this connection before. Who’s to say what we do isn’t the logical next step?”

“I don’t even know your family name…” You muttered weakly, almost like you didn’t have the strength to fight it.

Rey laughed, and it was loud. “It’s all right, neither do I…”

It would have been easy to kiss her… you two were practically almost there anyway. Rey gently rubbed her nose against yours, her breath hot and panting against your face as she slid one hand to the back of your neck while the other continued to cradle your face. She inhaled hard at feeling your fingertips bite against the crease in her sides towards her spine, bending her forward until you felt her chest pressing against your own.

You felt your heart slow down. Literally. Your heartbeat stilled and took your breath away until it synced up with the rhythm of her own beating heart. It was like you two were mending into the same Force signature. Your breath synced with Rey’s, your heartbeat, your thoughts, your soft touches—what the fuck was going on?

“Rey, I…” You said softly, feeling her thumb rub against your bottom lip for a second before she started to lean in.

But the sound of a twig snapping broke the atmosphere around you both. You two were no longer the only two people in the universe. On instinct, you grabbed her hard and pulled her close, wrapping a protective arm around the woman who was fully capable of defending herself, and growled in the distance.

“Who’s out there!?” You shouted, voice deep and aggressive. Rey blinked, looking up at you and realizing that she should have expected a reaction like this from someone like you.

You saw Finn stumbling out of the bushes, with a hand over his eyes and nervous laughter filling the air. “Sorry! I didn’t see anything, was just… Rey, General Organa was looking for you, apparently you are uh… late for training?”

Rey visibly flinched behind you, clearly embarrassed at how long she spent just holding you like a lifeline in the water. “I’ll be right there!”

“Great!” Finn cleared his throat and turned around, tripping over the bushes as he went. It wasn’t until his footsteps faded away that you began to relax, pulling your arm away from Rey and looking down at her bright red face.

She chuckled nervously. “I completely lost track of time.”

“I’m sure I’m slightly to blame,” You smiled nervously, reaching out and gently pushing a stray lock of brown hair away from her forehead. She reacted like a magnet to your touch, leaning forward and looking up at you, staring shamelessly at your body that was dripping wet, solid as steel, and like you were a beautiful work of art. No one had ever looked at you like this and you could feel your knees wobbling nervously. “You’d better go.”

When Rey stood up from the water, you choked on your breath at seeing her nude form all over again. The water cascaded down her skin in waves, highlighting the muscle of her arms and the curve of her ass in a way that you never noticed before until you witnessed the way her every step had the water rippling around her. Not to mention she was fucking beautiful from every angle, especially from behind.

Your insides flipped as she pulled a towel out from her bag, drying off her skin as slowly as possible while you just stared, admiring her from in the water and wiping away the small amount of drool that dripped from your lips.

The disappointment was all over your face when she got dressed, leaving you standing there in the water alone. “Shall we continue this talk another time?”

You were in some kind of half-catatonic state, staring blatantly at the Jedi and only responding with a very stupid “…What?”

Rey laughed, showing off all her smile at once and her face crinkling in a way that was simply adorable before she walked off towards the base over the hill. That slight bounce in her walk, how she looked down when she moved, and the way the muscles of her legs flexed in her pants… You nearly fell over in the water again.

After only five more minutes, you crawled out of the spring and redressed yourself, walking towards the base with damp hair and a racing heart. As you clumsily tried to find your way through the setup of the place, you saw Poe and Finn sitting by a terminal, looking over something before they glanced up at you.

Poe looked off in the other direction before looking back at you, almost like he was connecting the dots in his head. “Were you and Rey just…”

“They sure were…” Finn smirked, much to your embarrassment.

You put both hands on your face and sighed. “Look, nothing happened, we were just—”

“For sure, nothing happened, just Rey trying to climb inside of your skin,” Finn didn’t even look up when he said it. You gaped at him.

“You said you didn’t look!”

He immediately started laughing, bending over and covering his mouth like it was the most hilarious thing in the entire galaxy. You felt beyond mortified as you looked at Poe who was sharing his friend’s humor with a chuckle of his own.

“New girl’s got moves, I see.”

Alice belonged to a very particular crew that had grown attached to her loyalty and smarts, just as much as you had. You were going through basic commands with the canine, the bag of treats on your hip as you directed her into a sitting position and then commanded her to stand.

You knew you had an audience, but you ignored it as you gave Alice one of the small biscuits and then crouched down, snapping your fingers and commanding “front”. The canine immediately jumped into action, sliding between your legs and standing strong while looking up at you. The brush of the dog against your legs made you smile as you offered another biscuit and gently scratched behind her ears.

“Aww, good girl! Look, you are so smart!” You praised, Alice drinking it up happily as she rolled over and showed her belly to you for rubs, You scratched at her chest and ruffled the fur on her neck before hearing the gate unlock behind you.

“Hola, señorita,” You heard that Spanish accent behind you and immediately stood up slightly straighter, stepping to the side and telling Alice to heel next to you. “Is she ready for work?”

“Make sure not to overwork her, Manny,” You stated plainly, almost with no feeling. “She’s still recovering and needs a short route to be one hundred percent.”

“Aye, lo siento,” Manny apologized with genuine sincerity. “As I’ve stated before, it was an accident that I have paid for—”

“Letting her get into your half-closed liquor is not something to be taken lightly,” You snapped. Alice noticed your tone and immediately lay down on her belly, panting in the slight heat but to also show uneasiness. “I’ve treated lots of illnesses in these canines, but never alcohol poisoning.”

“Don’t worry about Alice,” Another voice piped up and you directed your attention in the area it sounded from. “I’ll make sure she’s safe today. She won’t be alone with him for a second.”

The tone and deep rumble of the woman made you relax, and you gave a click of your tongue towards Alice. The canine responded and stood up, running to the woman across the pen that was Manny’s patrol partner. “Thank you, miss Anderson.”

“Of course, thank you Abby,” Manny jeered. No doubt that he was rolling his eyes at the tone shift from you and you smiled ever so slightly before turning back around and going about your day like nothing happened. Hard to go on when your favorite soldier stopped by and made your heart flutter in your chest… But there’s no way she thought of you outside the pens. Why would she? What would she want with the blind dog trainer?

By the time the group returned, Abby had noticed you weren’t in the pens. Which was odd because you worked the longest hours, even longer than her sometimes. Confusion was written on her features as she returned Alice to the kennels and looked around behind the person at the sign-out counter.

“Lookin’ for something?” The girl at the front inquired. When Abby said your name, the girl sighed and rubbed at her temple. “She broke up a fight about an hour ago… She’s in the infirmary gettin’ stitches.”

“Shit, is it bad?” Abby said with far too much worry in her voice for comfort. When the woman shrugged as if she didn’t know or care, Abby scoffed and left the area. There was something that grated on her nerves about the entire situation, and the worry that set in was a new kind of irritation. Why did she care about you so much? She’s spoken to you maybe seven times the entire time you had shown up in the last 2 months?

Well, in lamest terms, Abby couldn’t help but be slightly infatuated with you… You had a way with animals that she had never seen before. Your kindness for all the living creatures in the stadium always went above and beyond for what she was used to. And you seemed like you knew animals better than other people. You were cold and distant with humans, but warm and friendly to the dogs in the kennels.

It also didn’t help that Abby thought you were hot. You weren’t muscular like she was, or skinny and lean like most of the women at the stadium. Abby noticed that you carried more weight than others, but it wasn’t in a bad way. Especially when she caught herself staring at your tits when you wore low cut shirts and noticed streaks of dirt on your cleavage from the dogs that always jumped on you.

You were Abby’s type, through and through. Thick thighs, soft tummy, squishy breasts, everything she drooled about on her own time and when alone. And now she was left with the dilemma of deciding to go to the mess hall with her team, or visit the infirmary and check on you…

Fuck the team. Abby couldn’t live with the worry that was eating her brain.

“You may want to look away for this,” The medic stated, making you give them an expression of utter disbelief at the choice of words. “I am so sorry, it was a force of habit—”

“Do you want me to turn my head? Would that freak you out less?” You teased the woman that chuckled nervously and slowly pushed the needle into the bite marks on your arm and injected the numbing agent. You felt blood pool onto the table and seep into the sterile towels under your arm. Across your forearm sat large, jagged puncture wounds in the shape of canine teeth.

One of the newer dogs got anxious when she heard a whistle and went into attack mode almost instantly. She snapped at one of the older canines that was lying around in the pen and when you heard the commotion, instinct took over. However, the older canine was immediately jumping offensive and sunk his teeth into your forearm. And the second he realized his mistake; he released and flopped down onto his belly like he was afraid of you reacting negatively.

You had no ill will towards the dog and immediately dragged the young female back inside away from the old male and took yourself to the infirmary with your shirt wrapped around your arm to stop the bleeding as best you could.

The stitches weren’t hard to endure. You had so many over the years that you could handle stitches better than almost anything. Even popping your shoulder into place hurts more than the needles. But you’d never get used to the way your flesh was pulled together. The numbing agent couldn’t stop the odd tugging sensation you felt when the thread was knotted.

You completely zoned out as she stitched up your arm, not realizing you were staring off towards the entrance and your other senses dulled for a second before you heard a familiar voice echoing in the medical unit.

“Hey, I heard you got in a fight?” Abby teased slightly. You chuckled and gave a little nod. “Jeez, well looks like you lost, huh?”

“It wasn’t a fair fight, the other guy had some massive teeth,” You joked, leaning on your other arm as you tried to relax. But now that Abby was near you, your heart began to beat a little faster and it made the bleeding in your arm slightly worse. “What are you doing here though, miss Anderson?”

“Abby, please,” When her hand gently touched your shoulder, you jumped slightly and it made Abby jump in the process, her hand flexing on your bare skin and making a shiver go down your spine. Holy fuck, her hand was calloused and warm. And it was huge… How big was she? “Was worried about you, kennel girl.”

“What a charming nickname,” You rolled your slightly clouded eyes and felt the medic tighten another stitch, making your skin crawl at the feeling. “Why worry about lil’ old me, Abby? I’m not anything special.”

“I beg to differ,” Abby took up the space next to you, watching the stitching process and noticing your fingers twitch slightly at every tug of your skin and resisted the urge to reach for your other hand in the process. “I mean, I know that stitches suck and it’s not fun to sit through so I figured I could be moral support.”

“Well, that’s nice of you,” You smiled, genuine and warm, making her stomach twist inside of her body as you stared down directly as the medic stitched up a particular gruesome puncture wound. Abby shuddered at the sound of the needle going into your flesh and gaped when you didn’t react in the slightest.

“I’m impressed your doing so well,” She said, her braid sliding off her back and down her shoulder, brushing against your arm. “I couldn’t even watch them stitch up my cut finger, let alone my whole damn arm.”

“Eh, seen nothing once, seen nothing a thousand times before.”

Abby raised a brow in confusion. “Nothing? You seeing the same bite I’m seeing?”

The laugh you let out had the medic halting her work for a second as you turned your head, but you weren’t looking into Abby’s eyes. Instead, you were looking down at where her nose was on her face, and it wasn’t until that moment that Abby noticed the slight cloud in your irises and around your pupils, along with the scarring around your eyes.

“You can’t be seriou— Abby, I’m blind,” You stated with a chuckle.

The blonde was at a complete loss for words, her eyes widening slightly as she stared at yours. Humor played on all your features as the medic finished your stitches and began to wipe the blood off your skin, meticulously wrapping your arm with rolled gauze. And the entire time, you didn’t turn your head once. Abby suddenly felt like the biggest idiot in the world.

“You— You can’t see anything?”

You shrugged slightly, rolling your shoulder. “Some shapes, and colors usually. But beyond that, nothing. Never seen what you look like, never seen what Manny looks like, I only know what the dogs look like because I work with them all day and I become familiar with their faces through touch. It’s how we desensitize them.”

“So, you recognize through touch?” Abby said softly as she could see your fingers twitching. Very cautiously, she reached for your wrist on your uninjured arm and spread out your fingers. “You can see, or feel, what I look like?”

“…May I?” You asked softly. Abby responded by gently placing your hand on her chest and you inhaled sharply, fingers tensing up as you slid your hand up slowly across her body. It rubbed along her shoulder and then down her bicep where you almost whined at the muscle under your touch. Solid, strong, and wide. Like a fucking python under your grasp.

Your hand slid up over her shoulder again, across her neck, and to her jaw where Abby shuddered at your touch to her face, leaning against your touch and closing her eyes. Fingertips traced along her cheekbone and down her nose. You paused at the bump on the bridge of her nose before sliding up and tracing a small scar on her face and then between her eyebrows. When you reached her hairline, Abby gripped at the edge of the medical cot, feeling your touch go down her scalp and grasp the braid in your hand all the way to the end of the meticulously weaved hair.

Abby was in almost trance and when you spoke, she resisted the urge to whine. “I was right. You are attractive.”

It was like a record skipped inside of her head. The blonde paused, not saying anything for many seconds, before she responded with a very dumb sounding “Huh?”

Almost instantly, your hands pulled away from her face, and you chuckled nervously, turning away to try and hide the way your face was heating up. Even if you couldn’t see it, you knew Abby could and you wouldn’t ever live it down.

“W-Well, I uhm,” You jumped from the bench, your hip connecting with the medical tool cart and knocking the instruments to the floor. The crashing sound echoed in the tent, and you flinched, scratching the back of your neck to try and calm your racing heart. “T-Thank you for the company, Abby. I should uhm… I should head back to my room, rest my arm, you know? Uh, bye! Thanks for stitching me up, Heather!”

You waved at the medic before practically racing out of the room, your knee coming in contact with the tent post in the process. Abby winced at the echo of your bone hitting the solid metal and watched you limp away into the distance.

“Did everyone know that she was blind except me?” Abby looked at Heather, who hesitated to respond for a second. “I mean, she doesn’t act like it! H-How was I supposed to know?”

“You’re wondering ‘how has she stayed alive this long’ aren’t you?” Heather said to Abby. When the blond didn’t respond, the medic continued. “She’s more competent than you think.”

Abby’s thoughts wandered to how you were so capable in the kennels and how you gave those commands so fluidly. The way you snapped your fingers, the concise clicks and whistles, and with just simple sounds and commands, you trained some of the best dogs in the WLF. Bear was a flight risk until you got ahold of him and within five months, he was the best patrol canine anyone ever saw.

You were far more capable than people gave you credit for, and Abby felt shitty for thinking you struggled just because you were blind. If anything, you were more capable than half the recruits that had perfect vision.

The thoughts plagued her for days after she came to this newfound knowledge of you. She suddenly became aware that you were part of her morning routine more than she realized. She saw you passing on the other side of the hall, looking slightly down at the floor and mumbling something to yourself as you held what looked like a clicking device in your hands.

Abby caught you in the gym, watching you do cardio on the treadmill or the elliptical, attempting not to stare at your chest for too long whenever you would start to speed up on the machine. She saw you in the mess hall, sitting alone and wearing over-the-ear headphones with a tape player connected to it.

Her curiosity got the better of her as she lingered by your table, looking down at the tape inside the device and seeing words scrawled on the cassette. “Stardust: Neil Gaiman”

Abby hadn’t expected an audiobook; you must have frequented the library like she did on many nights where she wasn’t allowed to stay in her dorm because, of course, Manny was appealing some poor woman who fell victim to his Spanish charm or whatever it was.

“You need something?” Abby jumped at your words as you took off your headphones and paused the tape.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” Abby said nervously as the sound of her voice immediately made you smile more than it should have. “You seemed—Wait, how’d you know I was here?”

The snort you tried to stifle made Abby’s cheeks heat up with admiration. “I… I don’t want to say that the vibes feel off when someone is standing near me. When someone gets closer to me, I can feel it somehow. The air shifts in a way? And it makes me shiver… You know the feeling you get when you think someone is watching you?”

“All the time,” Abby sat across from you at the table, her hand reaching out slightly. When her index finger grazed the side of your hand, you redirected your face towards her and almost made eye contact.

“It’s something like that. It’s a feeling… It’s rare that I’m wrong, but sometimes I end up just talking to myself. But it’s a calculated risk?”

“I talk to myself too, it’s alright,” Abby smiled and carefully slid her fingertips across the top of your hand against your knuckles. She watched as you shuddered slightly but didn’t back away from her touch but rather leaned into it instead. “What’s your book about? I haven’t read that one before.”

“Oh! It’s about a boy in England that’s trying to win over a girl by bringing her a star,” You beamed with excitement at being able to discuss the book with someone.

“How does someone bring someone else a star?”

“So, there’s a village in England called Wall, and it’s because there’s a wall that runs along the outside of the village that leads to a magical world called Stormhold. Tristain, the main character, crosses the wall to bring back a fallen star but the fallen star is actually a woman named Yvaine…”

Abby stared at how you described the book with pure excitement, admiring your eyes widening with enthusiasm and how they gleamed in the poor fluorescent lights of the mess hall. She noticed the slight cloudiness whenever the light hit them just right, and how you spoke with your hands a lot. Every so often, your fingers graze across her arm as you basically explained the entire book to her in one sitting.

“Why would he do so much for a girl that barely notices him though?” Abby asked after you were finished explaining how an evil witch was after the star.

“Well, we do dumb things for the people we love,” You said weakly. Abby noticed how you blinked slowly, and your hand twitched near your eyes as you leaned against your hand propped on your elbow. It wasn’t until you were this close that Abby saw the scar going across the bridge of your nose and down past your left temple. “Even if they don’t even care about us in the end.”

“Well,” Abby said softly, her hand reaching out and slowly sliding her fingertips across your forearm. You looked up, almost meeting her gaze. “If you ask me, I think he belongs with the star.”

You smiled, and it lit up her entire day. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Ever since that day in the mess hall, Abby has been looking for every excuse under the fucking sun to try and spend time with you. When she wasn’t on patrol rotation or being stationed at other bases for days on end, she was going to the kennels where she would watch you train the dogs or just exist in the pens with all of the canines simply running around and enjoying their time just being dogs until they are taken out into the field.

However, you had a silly idea, and Abby would lie if she said she wasn’t nervous.

Standing in the middle of the pen with the clicker in one hand, she noticed how you simply stood on the sidelines, hands folded behind your back and smiling as a high-pitched whistle left your teeth. One of the younger dogs pranced up to you and you gave a simple command with just a hand gesture.

The canine you named “Septimus” fell back onto his haunches and gave a little bark before you offered a small piece of bacon as a reward. “Good boy, exactly… You wanna try?”

Abby chuckled nervously. “I’m not the best whistler…”

“That’s what the clicker is for,” You gestured to your own hand and snapped your fingers. Septimus barked and you made another hand gesture with a command of “JUMP!” and the German Shepherd jumped off the ground but got a little too close. His claws caught your shirt and tugged on the collar, ripping it a small amount and exposing even more of your chest than you intended to.

Abby was staring, barely registering your voice until she saw you get closer to her. “Earth to Abby…”

“O-Oh, sorry,” Abby cleared her throat, standing up a little straighter and pressing on the clicker between her fingers. The canine’s ears perked up and he barked before running up to Abby and staring at her like he expected something. Very hesitantly, she made the hand gesture you had but it had no effect on the dog this time around. “Well, he doesn’t seem too excited to listen to me.”

“It’s because you’re nervous,” You said gently. Before Abby could ask what you were getting at, you stood behind her and grabbed at her wrists from behind. The blonde inhaled sharply, feeling your warm body pressing against her own as you realigned her hands and pulled back her shoulders. “You have to make sure they know that you are in charge. You are the authority figure and your word is law… If you are hesitant, they will not follow you… Do it again, but with feeling. Power.”

Abby tried not to blush, even if you couldn’t see it. Her body was practically humming with arousal at your chest pressing right against her back and the way you spoke with sultry authority in her ear had her body burning from the inside out.

The sound of clicking had you focused on the canine where you could vaguely make out his shape and color. Abby’s body jerked forward, giving a sharp command of SIT and a soft little yip left Septimus before Abby grinned from ear to ear. “He did it! Or… was that just a coincidence?”

“Nope, that was all you Abby,” You smiled before you grabbed one side of her face and pulled her down. Without thinking, you gave the woman a little kiss to her cheek and then suddenly realized what you had done. Not quick enough to stop yourself though. “I-I’m sorry, I was just um… Uh… Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s alright,” Abby said, a hand slowly going to her cheek where your lips made contact. It felt like lightning down her spine. You created feelings from her that Abby hadn’t felt in a long time. You were so gentle and calm, but assertive with the dogs and commanded obedience with just a single hand gesture.

“Well, I suppose I should uhm…” You cleared your throat before taking a little step back, your hand pressing on the gate before sliding down the door and turning the handle. “I’m gonna go take a shower, alright? You can hang out here or you know… head out?”

It looked like you were desperately trying to escape this situation. Abby frowned as you practically bolted down the field and towards the exit. Your shoulder clipped one of the gates and you let out a loud curse before continuing back inside of the stadium.

Abby was too busy staring at you running away that feeling something wet touch her hand made her jump to the side. Septimus shoved his entire head against her thigh and licked at her fingers one more time. Abby reached into her pocket, unwrapping the deer jerky she was keeping and gave him half of the strip. “You’re lucky you’re cute, I don’t share this with anyone.”

After that day, things went on as normal. Abby continued to visit you when she could, and you offered more training tips for Alice who was becoming the model recruit with every new exercise. There was the one time before her routes where Mel attempted to check her out instead of Abby and you took more time than usual to get the canine ready. It wasn’t until Abby made herself known that you released Alice from her command and allowed her to join them.

Abby had suspicions that you weren’t a fan of Mel, but she couldn’t really prove it. But when you heard Abby’s voice? Suddenly you were all smiles and sunshine. Everybody saw the way you acted around her, and even Manny started giving you shit about it. But Abby just thought you were being friendly… Maybe she was holding back for some reason? Not crossing the line with you because of your disability—No, it wasn’t a disability. But condition felt wrong too. Special quirk?

She wasn’t sure how to address it. Or if it was even something to address. You were prone to bumping into things, but that wasn’t because you were blind. You tend to move too fast and just hit things because of your speed, which Abby thought was cute. Of course, you had loads of bruises all over because of this, many of which Abby caught sight of while you were in the gym or standing in shorts while working with the dogs.

Her mind was running a mile a minute the entire walk to the assignment board in the morning. Her breath still smelled like peppers from her breakfast, but the pine scent of her soap evened it out a little. Abby danced around the crowd around the board, and she saw her name next to the patrol route on the west side.

Everything would have been fine… but then she saw your name. On a patrol route. For the suburbs. Not with her. No, scratch that, why the fuck were you going outside?!

“Who the hell wrote this today?!” Abby immediately shouted out loud to the whole garage. Everybody flinched at her voice echoing off the walls. Someone behind the desk stepped forward, and she recognized him as Miles. Arrogant asshole that thinks the workers inside the wall have it easy. And he may be entitled to his thoughts because he was missing his ring finger after one patrol last year, but what the fuck was he thinking?

“There a problem, Anderson?” Miles stated in that stupid jersey accent she hated.

“Yeah, you’re damn right there is,” Abby pointed to your name on the list. “She should not be going outside the stadium. She is not a soldier; she is a trainer!”

“So?” Miles rolled his eyes, pulling the list away from her hands. “It’s high time she learned what it’s like out there.”

“Oh, so you’re okay with sending out someone to fuckin’ die?” Abby snapped. “She’s fucking blind, Miles! She will be torn to pieces by infected in seconds!”

“Clickers are blind,” He said flatly. “They manage to stay alive out there.”

Abby wanted to strangle him. “Yeah, because they use echolocation to see! I don’t see her making any fucking whale calls to see the walls!”

Miles didn’t seem to care about what Abby was saying as he simply walked away to where he was sitting before kicking his foot up and cleaning the rifle by the desk. Abby clearly hadn’t finished tearing into him, but for the sake of time, she needed to fix things, fast.

“Look, you want her out? Just… just put her with me on the west side.”

Miles stopped. “You want me to change the routes, now?”

“Yes, fuckwit, I want you to change the routes, now.”

“These routes have already been approved with the outside and with Issac. You want me to change everything for some useless blind—”

Abby slammed her fist against the side of the wall, and the reverberation made Miles finally shut his mouth. There was murder in her eyes, and he could see her hand twitching, seconds from grabbing her pistol and holding the man at gunpoint to change his mind. Abby spoke through clenched teeth. “Put her. On my route. Now.”

Miles quickly scribbled all over the paper before putting the list back on the countertop. Mel was now going to the suburbs, and you were going to the west side. Good, this way Abby could protect you if something went wrong.

“You’re willing to risk your golden spot with Issac to protect some blind chick?” Miles mumbled. His tone was something that Abby did not like. “We can always find another fuckin’ trainer.”

Oh… Oh, that’s what this was. Miles was trying to get you killed on purpose. All of this shit must have been his idea from the start. He planned to send you out with fucking Ingrid and Charlotte, who were just as useless as he was, in the worst area for Scar activity, in hopes that the entire team would be wiped out and he could start training the new recruits early.

Abby wanted to string him up by his damn toes in the courtyard… But she had bigger fish to fry now. You needed to be prepared, and Abby wasn’t about to let you wander into a hive of clickers and Scars and fuck only knows what else.

Without even waiting for Manny to get to the garage, Abby was sprinting over to the courtyard, racing down the hallways and trying to get to the pens before you went with the wrong team. Of course, focused on getting there, Abby turned a corner and immediately slammed headfirst into somebody, knocking them to the floor underneath her.

Abby inhaled, attempting to catch her breath until she realized she recognized the smell of who was under her. And became painfully aware that she had her face right where she’d been fantasizing about for weeks. Abby looked up from your tits to look at your face. You had a painful expression, probably from hitting the ground too hard, and your hands went to her shoulders before she felt you trace a scar across her shoulder.

“Abby?” You slowly sat up from the concrete ground, rubbing at the back of your head and letting out a painful sigh. “Jeez, where’s the fire?”

“Huh?” Abby said, clearly still reeling from her run in and staring at your chest for far longer than she probably should have. Lucky for her, you would never notice that she was staring. You were warm as hell, and she was addicted to your smell… like a fucking dog. You smelled like rain, cinnamon, and fresh trimmed timber. Earthy, and warm.

“You were running so fast, you nearly ran right through me,” You said with a little smile. “They want me at the garage, so if you need me, I’ll be—”

“Oh no, wait!” Abby reached for your arm. “I just came from there! You uh… you’re going on patrol today!”

An emotion flashed over your face that didn’t truly reach your eyes. “Oh, okay. Uh… do you know who I’m with? I can’t exactly read the assignment list so I—”

“You’re with me,” Abby said, delight traced in her tone. A warm smile broke through on your face as you reached for her forearm and gently traced one of the veins in the crease of her elbow. “A-And Manny, if you can handle him.”

“I can handle anything, Abby,” You smiled before walking past her, your hip connecting with hers. You didn’t apologize this time around, so Abby could only assume that the bump was deliberate. Oh, you’re messing with her…

Abby watched you walk away, staring at you and groaning under her breath. “Fuck me…”

As soon as you two entered the garage, Abby led you towards the gun lockers and she signed out her usual rifle with steady hands. When they handed it over, you reached out and ran your fingers across the barrel.

“Okay, this is the one I usually check out, MOLOT-VEPR 308 with a 3-lug rotating bolt and semi-auto trigger. It’s not heavy-duty but it definitely works against hordes of infected at long range,” Abby reached for your hand and offered the rifle to you. Very slowly, you ran your fingers over the stock of the rifle before your index finger traced along the magazine and you ejected it from the gun. “Huh, how’d you—”

“I’m familiar with these models,” You said before pushing the magazine back in and handing it off to the blonde. “I prefer a shotgun myself.”

“Why’s that?” Abby motioned to the wall of shotguns, and they returned with a Remington 870. She handed it to you, and you immediately locked in, picking up the shells off the counter and loading the barrel to max capacity.

“Shotguns don’t need a ton of accuracy when there’s widespread. At close range, any shot is lethal,” You slung the weapon over your shoulder and smiled before accepting the pistol on the table and clicking on the safety. “I’ve got this, used to do this all the time.”

“You did?” Abby stared as you ran towards the truck without a second thought. For some reason, that never crossed her mind… There must have been a time when you weren’t always blind. The scars around your eyes showed an injury occurred to cause this, but Abby never asked about it.

Maybe she should have?

It was all in her head even after she jumped into the truck with you in the back. Manny asked if you wanted to sit in front with him, but you wanted to stay with Abby. It was a risk, you being exposed and not having any cover if they got ambushed… but Abby was confident she could protect you.

Things seemed to be going smoothly for the time being. A quick drive through the west side, catching two stragglers by the old hotel, but it was nothing Abby couldn’t handle while they were still in motion.

The path was fairly straightforward, but when Manny stopped the car by the train station, he could hear whistles in the distance. The Scars were too close to their base… Abby pulled on the bolt to her rifle and jumped out of the truck. You immediately went to follow, taking very cautious and careful steps right behind her.

“Manny, stay here and keep the truck running,” Abby said sternly.

“Aye aye, amiga,” Manny gave a little salute, reaching for his own pistol in case of an ambush. But the whistles sounded like they were looking for something in the distance and were too distracted to hear the car running off the side of the road.

You followed right behind Abby seamlessly, like you knew exactly what you were doing even if you hadn’t been out in the field for years. Cautious steps traced right behind her as she searched the area. You could smell something like a fire, and… fresh blood? The copper scent hit your nose, and you grabbed Abby’s arm. “There’s a fresh body nearby.”

A pause before Abby sighed. “I see it, looks like a group of runners… They’re wearing wolf patches though.”

Your nose wrinkled. “Must be infected nearby then. The Scars could have drawn them in with all their whistling.”

“Makes sense to me,” Abby slid the rifle over her chest and made sure you stayed close to her as both of you approached the open building on the left. A motel for the train station, most likely. The smell hit you with full force and you made a noise of disgust at the molding smell flooding all your senses.

“Jesus, the fuck is that?” You said through hushed tones, trying not to alert anybody nearby.

Abby chuckled. “Rain seeped into the wood… the whole place is rotting.”

“Okay well, maybe there’s supplies still in here?” You slowly stepped away from Abby, moving through the motel lobby towards the stairs. “It’s worth a shot, right—”

“Wait, stop!” Abby attempted to pull you back, but she couldn’t reach you in time. The sound of cracking echoed off the walls and the shriek that left you was loud enough to scare birds away from the trees outside. The rotted floor caved underneath you and in seconds you went from standing to falling into the basement of the motel. “Ohmygod! Are you okay?!”

Abby slid on her knees to the hole in the floor and looked down to see you holding your leg with both hands, trying not to sob with pain. You spoke through clenched teeth. “I’m alive… But… I think my leg’s broken…”

The blonde huffed and looked around, trying to find a way to get down to you. “Just stay there, okay? I’ll get you out.”

“Okay, just be—” You stopped abruptly at hearing shuffling in the darkness. Abby noticed how your entire demeanor changed as you reached for the shotgun on your back, holding the stock to your shoulder and staring at the ground. “Be quiet…”

Abby didn’t even breathe. She watched as you quite literally focused your senses, closing your eyes and tilting your head towards little sounds and shrieks that you could faintly hear in whatever was hiding within the basement. There weren’t any spores, which meant no clickers or shamblers, but probably something far worse was waiting in the dark.

You waited with expert patience, and before Abby even knew what was happening, you were rolling over on your stomach and firing the shotgun in the dark. The sound of the buckshot exploding against flesh and bone echoed in the basement, blood spraying across your face and onto the floor as you hissed and slowly turned back over, pumping the shotgun and firing another shot. A stalker fell down next to your body, but before you could pump the gun one more time, a stalker jumped on top of you, snarling and shrieking near your face.

Abby didn’t hesitate. Her fear of heights went out the window as she jumped down into the basement, her boots landing on the stalker’s corpse as she slammed her massive boot against the creature’s side. The stalker rolled off of you, snarling as you pumped the shotgun and fired the last slugger, blood and brain spraying in every direction.

You huffed, falling backwards on the ground and closing your glassy eyes. “Okay, that was it…”

“You clean?” Abby immediately began checking you over, wiping the blood off your face and looking over every inch of exposed skin she could see. No bites, but a lot of cuts covered your shoulder and cheek. “Okay, don’t see anything… Damn, you have good hearing.”

A laugh rang from your throat as you slowly sat up from the ground. “Well, you gotta adapt, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so…” Abby looked down at your leg and even just seeing it, she could tell it was fucked up. You attempted to move again but Abby shook her head aggressively to try and keep you in place. But then remembered and physically stopped you. “Wait, don’t move. You’ll make it worse.”

“Fucking hell,” You cursed. “H-how are we gonna get out of here?”

“No idea,” Abby looked up from where they fell and frowned. “We’re too far away to get Manny’s attention… and the sun’s gonna go down soon, shit.”

“You sayin’ we’re stuck here?” The panic in your voice reached the soldier and she knew that without proper medical care, your leg would be next to fucking useless. Both of you needed to find a way out of the basement, now.

“Stay here, okay?” Abby said. “I’m gonna try and find a way out of here.”

Abby slowly helped you wiggle over to the wall so you could rest against the surface. Very carefully, she pushed your hair away from your face and even if you didn’t see it, she smiled down at you before looking around in the basement for an easy out towards the street.

It took way too much focus to stretch out your broken leg, attempting to relieve the pressure but just causing yourself even more pain in the process. You cried out loud, covering your mouth with both hands if only to not show Abby how much anguish you were feeling. A fresh set of sores and bruises on your back, your leg probably in a cast for weeks… You had no business being out in the field again. Not after the accident.

Your fingers traced the scarring near your eyes, and you sighed, head thumping against the wall behind you. Abby noticed your sudden silence and decided any conversation was better than no conversation at that moment.

“So…” She turned on her flashlight to look for some kind of exit. Water dripped from upstairs and the smell was nearly killing her. “Have you ever been out in the field before? You’re pretty handy with the shotgun…”

You chuckled dryly. “Before the accident, I was a pretty damn good sharpshooter… Could hit a clicker from a thousand kilometers away.”

“Damn… Bet you were a killer lookout,” Abby smiled as she pulled some vines away from what looked like a way out of the basement. The door was slightly rusted, but it was definitely an exit. Abby looked for a crowbar. “So… what happened?”

The blonde noticed your hesitation, turning around to see you leaning forward and rubbing at your eyes. “Sorry, we don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to—”

“There’s a reason we torture the Scars, Abby,” You frowned a little, rubbing the bridge of your nose between your eyes and shivering at the memory. “When Issac found me… The damage had already been done.”

“Damage?”

“This was before the treaty was signed… Issac found me before they could gut me by the bridges. Most of what happened is fuzzy, but I remember them saying that bullshit of “let her see the truth” and then…”

Abby stopped pulling on the vines. “The Scars blinded you?”

“With a mix of toxic chemicals,” You sighed, gently tugging on your hair and trying to ignore the throbbing in your leg. “Never figured out what it was… only that it caused permanent damage to my retinas. That was over seven years ago.”

“That was before I joined the WLF,” Abby frowned, looking around in the dark before her sights were set on… what are the odds, a literal crowbar. She tapped the metal against the rusted door before jamming the teeth between the frame and the wall. “I knew it was bad before but… Jesus, I guess I never realized how bad.”

“And ever since then, Miles has been fucking itching to send me out,” The sound of the door snapping away from the wall had you flinching. “I know what he’s trying to do… I’m dead weight. Any recruit that can’t be a soldier is wasted space.”

“But if Issac knows what happened to you, why would he let you leave the stadium?”

You laughed, but it was humorless. “Issac didn’t sign off on anything today, Abby. Miles put down my name and lied about the direct order. He wants me gone, and he’s willing to disobey orders to do it… But he fucked up pairing me with you. You’ve got a record; no one has ever died in your squad…”

Abby sighed, tossing the crowbar aside and slowly approaching where you were. “He had you with Ingrid and Charlotte… I forced him to put you with me.”

Before you could question why, Abby was tucking her arms under your legs and lifting you off the concrete into her arms. A little yelp left your throat as you grabbed at the back of her neck and tried not to tear up from the pain in your leg. “Huh...?”

“I saw right through his shit,” Abby stated, slowly making her way up the stairs and back inside of the main motel room. Hopefully it would be easy to get back to the truck, she didn’t want to have to run with you in her arms. “I knew you would have better odds with me than with them.”

“I see… Oh no wait, no I don’t,” You smiled, hoping she got the joke. Abby just smirked, giving a little breathless laugh before heading through the clearing towards where the truck was still running. Manny jumped from the driver’s seat almost immediately at the sight of the both of you, specifically you covered in blood and with your foot bent at a weird angle.

“What happened?! You were gone for forty minutes!”

“Well, turns out,” You flinched as Abby carefully put you down in the truck bed, climbing in behind you and pulling you back until your back was pressed into her chest. It took all of your self-control not to literally moan at the contact. “Old floors can collapse on you.”

“We gotta pack it in, her leg’s broken,” Abby said, feeling your heartbeat as she gently wiped away some of the blood on your neck and across the pulse in your throat. Manny immediately began driving back to the stadium and taking extra care not to run over anything to cause you further pain than you were already feeling. Abby noticed how relaxed you were while even in agony and she rested her chin on your head. “You keep getting hurt, kennel girl.”

You smiled, your fingers threading with hers. “Sorry, babe… I’m accident prone.”

A glance from behind the bookshelf and you saw what you wished to avoid.

“You know we aren’t alone in here, right?” Her voice… Your friend. Sweet, beautiful, and everything you wished you could hear against your skin in the middle of the night instead of seeing the end of your bruised knuckles hammering away at a punching bag.

“That’s half the fun, Abby,” And then… there was him.

“Fuck you, Owen,” Said the demon as you stared him down. He knew you were there, and he was counting on it. His stupid pretty-boy attitude that got him everything he wanted, including HER. A goddess he does not deserve to look at, let alone touch in such a carnal manner that it made you sick to even gaze upon. “Fuck you, Owen Moore. I hope you lose your dick on the battlefield.”

The demon was angry, and you didn’t wish to be in here any longer. Your prison was now suffocating, and you wanted to breathe. Escaping the encompassment with the book still in your grasp, you just knew that Owen was smirking as you slammed the library door behind you, much to Abby’s terror that they had been caught.

The halls were a welcome sight… Unfamiliar to everyone as you walked by, blending in with other soldiers that had just started, even if you had been here for three years. It wasn’t hard to let your mind wander, but as it did, you wished it hadn’t.

You remember the night that you came here, helpless and afraid with your friends that were on the verge of death when standing at the precipice of salvation which was the WLF stadium. You surrendered your life to the way of the wolves, and in return for your salvation, you gave up hidden FEDRA soldiers that your family had harbored for months. It was an easy decision: life, or death.

Seattle streets were untamed, and you would rather be within the safety of the WLF than at the merciless teeth of the other demons that haunt the shadows. At least infected were anticipated; all that changed with them was how much fungus covered their body and how they went from human to a creature with a living exoskeleton leeched with spores and growth.

Your family never cared for you, anyway. You felt nothing when you handed Isaac Dixon the address of their safehouse. You did not cry when you saw their bodies in bags; you merely flinched when you caught your mother’s wedding ring glint in the light of the moon as she was tossed into a hole with the rest of the corpses, lit on fire and served as a warning to other FEDRA that still hid in the city.

You never told anybody that. Not even Abby knew what you had done to gain Isaac’s favor. The secret was between you and him, and you would take it with you to the grave if you must. No one could know just how heartless you had become when you believed you would die with your friends at those gates.

Said friends were long gone. Casualties of the war between the Wolves and the Scars. It hurt, but you got over it. For some reason, it was easier to move on from seeing your friend being buried than seeing some worthless tool flirt with the woman you wanted more than you were willing to say to anybody, ever.

How pathetic was that? You fumed on sight at seeing Owen Moore’s stupid face and how you wished to rearrange his nose, but you never got this angry when charged with taking down a Scar in the field… Something was seriously broken with you.

You had been walking for what felt like seconds, but it had turned into an hour. Before you knew it, you were across the stadium and outside on the outskirts of the railing. You would come here to breathe… and it was just you and the stars.

The stars didn’t judge you, like some omniscient being might have judged you, if you believed in that sort of thing. No, the stars were quiet, serene, and listened to your calls of agony, for no one else could hear the words more clearly than when you stared up at the sky and pleaded for your demons to finally silence.

The book in your hands felt like a cinderblock and you looked down at the dusty cover. Pat Parker, Pit Stop. Even in times as early as 1974, your pain was illustrated upon paper. Parker had a key against your caged heart and she could see the demon within, cowering at the light.

“Monster,” It wailed. You gripped the book tighter. “Monster. Monster. MONSTER.”

You let out a shout of rage, lifting your arm and staring off into the darkness, poised to release the leatherbound literature into the woods… but you halted and looked back down…

Perhaps… you needed this? You needed brutality, and the reality that even though Abby Anderson holds your heart, you might never hold hers. And for one painful, grueling reason…

Abby Anderson did not like girls.

“Where is she?”

Your eyes tore away from the semi-dirty sheets of the medical bed you were sitting on. Tweezers were buried inside of a bullet wound on your arm that hadn’t passed through all of the way and you were trying so hard not to scream bloody murder whenever you twitched, and Mel touched the muscle surrounding the wound.

It was Abby, and she was looking for you. Your hands curled into fists on your thighs as you kept yourself from looking at the entrance of the medical tent where all of the wounded from your convoy were sitting. Some were worse than others; you had gotten a huge gash on your cheek, and a bullet to the arm, but your teammate had been the victim of an arrow to the chest, and it pierced his lung.

“Oh, my god,” Her voice was clear now, and you had no choice but to look up, seeing Abby jump right in front of you with her eyes full of terror as she pressed both hands to your face. “Oh, you’re okay… you- oh, that looks bad.”

She ran her thumb across the tape on your cheek that covered your new stitches. It sent tingles throughout your body, and it made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside… you didn’t like that feeling and ended up jerking your head out of her hands. “Abby, I’m fine.”

“Stop making her move, Abby,” Mel demanded, the tweezers closing around the bullet inside of your flesh and making you let out a heartbreaking sob. Abby held you still and the metal was pulled from your skin, dropping it into a metal dish and reaching for a bottle of alcohol. “She said that she’s fine.”

“Well, I wasn’t asking you, Mel,” Abby snapped, narrowing her eyes at the medic who shot a glare so fiery that your amazed the blonde didn’t burst into flames. “Here, I’ll do it—”

 “Don’t—stop touching my stuff! You’re not a medic—” Mel started.

“Neither are you! You’re just on rotation!” Abby bit back.

“I’m better than you are at treating a bullet wound!”

“She’s my friend, and I can—”

“Oh, shut up, both of you!” You jumped off of the bed and yanked the bottle of alcohol from Mel’s hand, dumping half of the contents on your wound and tossing it onto the bed. The two women stood there, staring as you reached for the suture kit and walked away. “I’m gonna find someone else to do my damn stitches. Clearly, you two would rather fight.”

As you walked away, Abby heard your words, and it made her heart sink. “As if Owen is fuckin’ worth fighting over.”

The wound was still fresh in her heart. Owen Moore had very clearly cheated on Abby, and only when he was caught did he break it off with her and declare that he was now with Mel. Abby and Mel used to get along once, back when things were civil… But now, Abby and Mel couldn’t even be in the same room without finding something to fight about.

Ever since then, you had been on edge and finding ways to escape her. It hurt Abby more than she wanted to let on. She was hoping that as her friend, you would be willing to help her through this hard time and be there for her, but it seemed like this was harder on you than her.

Abby wanted her friend back. Why were you acting like this? And… why was she having such a hard time with you not being around anymore?

It felt like something shifted that day. Something inside of Abby that she wasn’t aware of. Something she never knew was there before.

Abby knew you hated Owen from the very beginning. She could see it in your eyes whenever he entered a room. You would grow quiet, and your hands would twitch on top of whatever surface they were laying on. She saw a fire behind your eyes that she could never sway to be put out. She never understood why, though. What had Owen done?

Or maybe you saw things that she couldn’t see. The gossip around the WLF stadium was loud that day; the day that someone close to her found out that Owen was seeing someone else.

Someone else, Abby thought bitterly. It was not just someone else; Mel was not just someone else. They used to be friends, and then she betrayed her trust like the years before meant absolutely nothing to her.

Owen chose Mel. And Abby was left alone… without you. Why did that bother her so much? Why were you not over the moon that Owen had finally left Abby’s side? She thought that if anybody had been overjoyed and kept her company after the separation, you would have been right there to make her happy, like you usually do when things don’t go her way.

But you were cold. You were distant, like when she had first met you during your training. Fresh meat, right off the streets of Seattle after winning Isaac’s favor doing God only knows what. She never asked, and you never told her. You had a mutual understanding that your past stay in your past and you focus on the present.

Abby liked how you lived in the moment. How you were an unwavering force of power that was always by her side when she needed you. If you ever had a free moment, you gave it to her. You were there for Abby, like no one else ever had been. She would stay up late with you on her off days, looking up at the stars and listening to you make up nonsense stories about things you read in books.

The library used to be a place where you two would sit in each other’s company for hours, just reading about anything and everything that you could get your hands on. You had a personal favorite that you always crawled back to in the worst of times.

Abby found herself looking at the book inside of the library now. Her fingers danced across the cover of the book, the dark and worn surface eating away at her soul like it was nothing but painful to see the dreary blood red lettering. “Edgar Allen Poe… Why do you like poetry so much?”

She was impartial to fiction novels; she wanted things to be like they used to. What was the world like without the constant threat of death looming over someone’s shoulder? What was it like to imagine a different kind of life?

Abby has read The Giver from cover to cover, at least fifty times. The idea of a utopian society where there are no lies, no heartbreak, no conflict? It was intriguing at first. Every time, she was sucked into the world of the book and as the tale unfolds, she realizes just how horrible a society of perfection sounded. Never making a choice on her own? Forever seeing the world in black and white? It was a living nightmare.

She always did things her way, and she was nothing if not living in the color of the world. Abby would close the book and think “It could be worse” and then she remembers the horrors outside of the stadium walls and thinks “It is worse.”

And then there was you. Losing yourself in twisted words and convoluted sentences that she struggled to grasp on her brightest days. She must have read The Telltale Heart a thousand times for you and still she could not understand what was so fascinating about it!

You explained it, but she still didn’t understand.

“You see, he killed the man; not because it was some righteous form of self-defense… but because he was afraid of what he didn’t understand. And eventually, that fear caught up with him and he could not bear to shoulder that guilt any longer. It literally drove him mad.”

What the hell did you even mean?! Who cares about those things now? The world is in literal apocalypse and you were dreaming about things that didn’t matter anymore. When would it make a difference in her life? She wasn’t afraid of what she didn’t understand—

Then why are you hiding from your feelings?

Abby gripped the book tighter in her palm. The voice was louder this time… angry even. It was beating at her, and she just wanted to shut it up. Her feelings didn’t matter; nothing in this stupid world mattered. All that mattered was that she lived to see another sunrise. She had things in this stupid world that had to be done— people that had to die.

And yet, in that moment, all she could think of… was you.

She remembers the gentle caress of your hands on her shoulder when she would dose off at one of the tables. She remembers your voice and how you pointed up at the sky on the clearest summer nights. She remembers the warmth you gave her when the power was out one day and she was in her room, freezing and shivering… She remembers the way you used to smile at her. And it made her heart tremble.

Abby didn’t realize she was walking away from the library until she was inside the mess hall. And what was in her hands?

Maybe if she concentrated hard enough… she could smell you on the book.  

Or, perhaps, if she had just turned around, she would see you sitting by yourself, staring down at the food in front of you that you had literally no appetite for. It was insulting how this had worked you up into such a frenzy that it drove your hunger away. Embarrassing, even…

So engrossed within your own thoughts, the shift of the table down the line made you tense up and look over to see… oh, for fuck’s sake, why were they here?

“I’m telling you, something’s wrong with her,” Said Manny, Abby’s bestest friend and roommate. “She doesn’t act like this.”

Owen shrugged, taking a long drink of water and leaning back until his spine hit the wall. “Just an off-season. She’ll be fine, she’s Abby.”

You scowled, looking at your hands and feeling them curl into fists on the surface. You should have kept your mouth shut, but the words were bubbling up so fast that you couldn’t fight back to keep them down. They tasted like vinegar. “Maybe she doesn’t like being cheated on.”

They heard you, and their conversation stopped immediately. “I’m sorry, were we talking to you?”

“Talking around me, that’s the same thing,” You barked, standing from your chair and stepping forward until you were about a foot away from Owen. He turned to completely face you, giving you all of his attention and waiting for what you had to say. “See, call me crazy but… wouldn’t you be upset if someone dumped you without warning?”

“I don’t know what you’ve heard, but the break-up was mutual,” Owen defended.

You laughed, and it was dark. “Oh, really? Abby mutually agreed to walk in on you fucking someone else? There was a mutual understanding for you to break her heart like that?”

Manny looked uncomfortable as he rose from his own seat and put a hand on your shoulder. “Mi amiga, you should let it go—”

“No! No, Manny, this is bullshit!” You shook him off. People were beginning to stare at you as you slammed your hand down next to Owen’s food, making the man jump slightly and you weren’t sure what he was thinking, but it wasn’t good. “You don’t get to get away with this, you know? Hurting her like she’s not worth it—”

“You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about,” Owen was now on his feet and Manny was stepping back. You stepped even closer, ready to do whatever you had to.

“I know that if I had her, I wouldn’t treat her as shitty as you fucking did. What kind of a man are you—”

You aren’t sure who hit who first, but it only took a few seconds for you to end up on the floor, throwing punches left and right and hitting any part of Owen that you could. He placed a well-calculated hit to your jaw, and you knew one of your back teeth was knocked out, but in return, you held him down and your fist connected with his nose, shattering the bone easily.

From the dumb teen movies you have seen in your life (only a few), it felt like this would be a high school moment. You were giving as good as you could give, hitting Owen as hard as nature intended, and soon a crowd was surrounding both of you, shouting FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! Over and over again. It was pathetic, but also such a good feeling.

You’ve been waiting to hit this bastard for years.

At some point during said fight, you had swung too hard, and Owen moved out of the path of your fist just in time for it to hit the ground. You growled aggressively as Owen grabbed your hair and slammed you to the floor, jumping on top of you and wrapping his hands around your neck.

His nose was dripping with blood and there were bruises forming on his face as he held you down onto the floor, choking you and making you claw his arms to try and get him off of you. The oxygen was starting to get cut off from your brain, causing your face to turn a hideous shade of purple.

The fight went from a simple brawl in the mess hall, to Owen attempting to put you in the medbay. You had clearly struck a nerve, and he was out for blood. The red that was dripping from your lips and onto his hands wasn’t enough for him; he wanted to see you hurt.

It was only a few seconds, but it felt like a few days with him strangling you. His hands were now torn apart, scratches covering his skin as he held you down… and just like that, it was over. You saw Manny finally breaking up the fight, grabbing Owen and pulling him off of you.

For too many seconds, you didn’t do anything except lay there and gasp like a fish finally returning to the water. You just breathed, closing your eyes and letting out strangled gasps as the oxygen finally came back to you and it became easier to breathe.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Oh no… Not now…

A hand wrapped around your arm, and you began coughing hard, patting against your chest and letting out the most distressed sound of your life. The architect of your suffering was rubbing your back, and glaring as hard as possible at the person who just rocked your shit.

Abby was pissed, and the only thing on her mind now was getting you out of there. “Come on, let’s go… Get your fucking act together, Owen.” Was the last thing she said before she was practically carrying you out of the mess hall and toward the exit. You weren’t sure where you two were heading but the sound of a door slamming shut behind you two had you blinking aggressively.

The lights were off, but you recognized her room. Abby sat you down on the staircase and immediately began to inspect your face like it was her life’s purpose. Your lip was split, and there was a massive bruise on your cheekbone, and marks forming on your neck in the shape of Owen’s hands. You didn’t show that it was hurting; you were too proud of yourself to be in pain.

“Stay here, I’ll go get a medkit,” Abby jumped up and went to Manny’s side of the room, grabbing the medical box under his bed and cracking the cover open. She returned with a bottle of alcohol, bandages, and a salve for your neck. She wordlessly began to work on you, carefully removing the bandage from your cheek and seeing that Owen had ripped the stitches. “Goddammit.”

“Rip ‘em open?” You laughed, showing your bloody teeth. “That’s a shame.”

“Stop moving,” Abby snapped, dumping some alcohol on a clean rag and wiping your face near the stitches. “Need to redo them. Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” You agreed like it was the most obvious answer.

Abby let out a shaky breath, biting her lip at your words before she began to clean up the wound on your cheek and pulling out a suture kit. Her hands were tough and calloused, not like Mel’s… But you preferred them that way. You weren’t fragile.

She carefully stitched your face back up, trying not to look at your eyes that refused to leave her face. Abby looked angry, like she had something she wanted to say but didn’t have the strength to actually say it to you. “Abby, just say it—”

“Why did you pick a fight with him?” Abby finally said, pausing and looking down in your eyes. You tried not to flinch at her words; she was very upset. “He isn’t worth it.”

“You are,” You said. Maybe it was the possible concussion talking, or the lack of oxygen getting to your brain, but you couldn’t keep the words down even if you wanted to. “He doesn’t get to get away with what he did to you.”

“What do you care?” Abby finished your stitches, putting a patch over your cheek. Her hands were shaking, and she resisted the urge to wipe them on her pants.

Before Abby could turn away, you grabbed at her hand, not caring about the red that stained her flesh and you looked up at her dark eyes, almost like you wanted to dive in and drown in her soul. She was so vulnerable now, almost like she was about to start crying. But that didn’t happen; Abby didn’t cry.

“I care about you, Abby,” You breathed through the pain in your chest. “I can’t stand knowing that he hurt you like that. You don’t deserve that kind of shit, and he did not deserve you.”

A tense few moments passed as she stared down at your hand and how it was holding onto her own. It would have been so easy to pull Abby in and finally show her how you felt, and how badly you were wishing that you could have her finally after so long… but that wasn’t fair to her. She had just gone through some hard shit, and she deserved better than someone who took advantage of her vulnerability.

Abby pulled her hand free and reached for the salve, removing a small amount from the cannister and tilting your head up. “Try not to talk.”

“Convenient timing,” You scowled. “Just want me to shut up.”

“Yeah, actually,” Abby said, gently rubbing the salve into your neck. You shuddered, the shivers of pleasure from her touch going down your spine and making you lean forward a little more into her grasp like she was a livewire. She definitely noticed, because her breath caught in her throat as she finished rubbing in the salve and tried not to think about things that she had no right to think about.

Fuck, she was so pretty that it hurt you… What the fuck was Owen thinking? How did he ever let this woman slip through his grasp? Why was he so brainless that he couldn’t see how perfect she was in every sense of the word?

The sweet moment didn’t last though. Abby pulled her hands back and stood up. “You’re all set.”

Wow, she really wanted you gone, huh?

Wordlessly, you stood up from the floor and went to her kitchen sink, cupping your hands under the faucet and washing the blood out of your mouth. Abby saw you wipe your mouth with your sleeve, and you just began walking for the exit of the room, ready to leave and not look back… But then, Abby grabbed your wrist and halted her movements.

“I miss you,” Abby admitted, her face falling with disdain. “I miss my best friend…”

The words stung more than you wished they did.

Best friend. That’s all you’d ever be to her, and all she saw you as. You were stupid for thinking that she would ever see you as more than that or give you a chance beyond such a thing. You wanted her to know everything. You wanted her to know the real reason that you tried to punch Owen’s entire nose off. You wanted her to know why you had been avoiding her… But what could you tell her?

Stop being a fucking coward, It was back. The demon. Tell her everything. It’s now or never.

But how could you? How could you ever look at her again if she rejected you? How could you ever face the world if the only person you’ve wanted decides that she hates you, and wants nothing to do with you, ever again? You would rather pretend to only feel friend feelings for her than admit how you truly felt inside. So, you forced a smile and shoved your feelings back down.

Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul,

“I missed you too, Abs.”

And sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.

The days passed, and the weather began to grow colder with each passing sunset. The attacks on the WLF from Scars were becoming more bold and far more aggressive. The wolves were facing heavy losses, and everything was getting harder for Abby.

Things were changing, but she had you… she did have you, right?

Word was getting around about you. Abby heard the whispers among her friends and how you were beginning to get a name for yourself and what you were doing to other women. Abby tried not to listen too hard when someone talked about you, but it was impossible to ignore.

“She made me cum in like… five minutes! You know how hard that is?”

“Everyone here knew she knows how to eat a girl out, come on! She eats pussy like she means it!”

Fuck.

Abby felt something twist in her stomach as she thought about what you did with her fellow soldiers. Shit, how many girls have you been with? It seemed like every woman had something to say about you! Her heart hammered whenever she saw you walk up to some girl in the mess hall, and you gently grabbed her chin and pressed a kiss on her cheek.

What was happening in her head?

She thought for a brief second what it would feel like if your lips would be touching her skin… Which is not something a person like her would think. It was making her feel weird, and Abby did not like this feeling. Her hands were shaking, her heart was racing, there was this stirring feeling in her stomach, and she felt like breath was harder to come by. What was this feeling? Had she ever experienced it before?

Yes, she has… when she had a crush on Owen a long time ago.

It was one of the darkest nights she had seen in a long time. The moon wasn’t out tonight, and stars were hidden behind snow clouds, blanketing the Seattle landscape in a soft white. The air was cold and bitter… but she remembered how it felt when you sat here with her. How you were always willing to hold her…

Abby kept the book in her hands, looking at the frayed pages on the inside and hating how it made her feel inside and out. It was a ditch effort to feel close to you once again; Abby read the book cover to cover. She still didn’t understand most of Poe’s stories, but she gave it the best chance possible, for you.

Her heart was beating, and she could feel her adrenaline rushing, even within the coldest grasp of winter. She had so much to say… and it felt like she had no time to say it. She couldn’t keep this down any longer. All of the signs were there; you liked Abby. And she was finally seeing through the haze of her self-deception. The book felt like a brick in her hands and without hesitation, she dropped the leather bound literature in the snow before sprinting off to your room.

The book’s pages turned in the wind… A single sentence was highlighted.

“Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.”

The run to your room felt like an eternity. Abby began to aggressively rasp on your door, shouting your name in the hallway. “Come on, I know you’re in there!” She saw the lights under your door and how you were moving around inside the room. Her heart raced with aggression, and she was clearly growing more impatient the longer you ignored her.

“I need to talk to you! It’s important, please—” You opened the door, and Abby had to step back in order to fully see you. The first thing she noticed was how your hair was damp; evidence of a shower taken recently. Your breath smelled like toothpaste, and your clothes were sticking to your slightly glistening skin. You must have rushed to put clothes on.

“What’s so damn important?” You said, clearly unamused by her fervor to speak with you. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Abby wasn’t having it. She grabbed you by the front of your shirt and shoved you into your room, slamming the door shut and looking at you like she wanted to either kick your ass, or eat you alive. Her veins flexed in her arms as she bristled with hostility. “We need to talk. Now.”

“This couldn’t wait until—”

“No! We need to talk now!” Abby grabbed at your shirt again and before you could argue, she was shoving you down onto your mattress and standing over you. For a second, you looked like you wanted something from her, but then Abby started pacing and her eyes had to look away from you. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry?” You leaned forward, arms resting on your elbows as you started manspreading again. Abby paused, glancing at you for a second and trying not to stare at how your quads tensed, bared by your shorts. “I’m not doing anything, you came in here—”

“No, that’s not what I mean,” Abby said, far angrier than you expected, judging by the look on your face. “You… Do you just… fuck anything with a pulse?”

“Excuse me?” You stood up immediately and Abby was painfully reminded of the height difference between you two. And the age difference… There was something that was taunting her. You were a few inches taller than Abby, and you had a few years on her. She was barely 21, and you were standing at 27… Abby may have had more muscles than you, but you were clearly the one that was on top here.

“It is none of your business who I spend my time with—”

“But it’s your business who I spend my time with?” Abby stepped closer. “You never liked Owen—”

“Oh, come on, this shit again?” You rolled your eyes, which pissed Abby off even more. “No one liked Owen! He’s not good enough for you—”

“And who is?” Abby shoved you down again, your head almost hitting the wall. “You? You think you’re better than him?”

“From what I’ve heard, and you’ve fucking heard?” You stood up again, this time, grabbing Abby by the front of her shirt and shoving her down on your bed. She attempted to fight back, but you were very quick to climb on top of her, grabbing her wrists and holding her down. “I’m not afraid to actually eat you out. Heard he never fucking did that, huh?”

“Get… off of—”

“Fucking say it,” You growled. Abby felt cornered… This was not her friend in front of her right now. You weren’t acting like yourself, and she was scared, elated, but more than anything? Abby was aroused. She hasn’t seen this dominant side of you like this and she liked it, a lot. “Say that he wasn’t worth it.”

“You don’t know what you—”

“Abigail,” You used her full name, and she lost her breath at feeling you gently grip her jaw, forcing her to look into your eyes. Your brows were pulled down, and you had a slight curl on your lips as you searched her face. The sudden aggression was fading, and you could feel her muscles relaxing under your other hand. “Look at me… and say it.”

You had hypnotized her, almost to a painful threshold. Pupils dilated, and heart racing, Abby wasn’t sure what drove her to the final move. One hand reached up and she grabbed the back of your head, staring in your eyes and then drifting to your lips that parted slightly as you licked them and breathed slowly. Your breath tickled her cheek, ruffling the stray hairs on her face that were free from her blonde braid.

With one final breath, the veil that was constructed so high, so strong, and so very protective… was shattered like crystal glass upon the concrete. “He wasn’t worth it.”

The distance was finally closed. You groaned, dropping down and grabbing at her face with both hands. Your lips met Abby’s in a fury of desperation as she responded with equal fervor of her own. The flame had been lit, and you were fanning the fire to life. Abby breathed like she had never breathed before.

Emotions were running wild with every aching second as the two of you tangled within each other’s arms. Abby’s fingers curled in the damp hair on the nape of your neck as she pulled you ever closer, heart pounding in her chest as you reached for the hem of her shirt and began tugging it upward.

Abby was on a high, sitting up quickly and making you lean back just enough so she could quickly pull off the shirt on her body. You followed not far behind with removing your own, shoving her back down on the bed and immediately caressing her body with your hands. You met her lips again, drowning in the taste of her and feeling every single crease upon her muscles like you were drawing a map of her skin with your fingertips.

“Abby,” You sighed, lips trailing from her mouth and down over the length of her neck. The blonde whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut as her head tilted up towards the ceiling. You don’t know what you wanted to say right now… what could you say? You feared that if you tried to say anything, Abby would realize what was happening and she would turn tail and run. What could you do? All you did was whisper on her skin as your lips followed a slow trail across her jutting out collarbone. “My sweet, beautiful Abby…”

The noise she made was pathetic, and you wanted more.

Praise didn’t cease for a single second as your mouth created a hot trail of kisses across her chest and between the small swell of her breasts confined in her bra. Abby’s self-consciousness was beginning to take over as you reached for the strap on her shoulder and slowly slid it down. What was going through your mind? Was she not enough? Was her body a turn-off for you? Her lack of femininity wasn’t a problem ever before, but in this moment… Abby was terrified.

“Abby,” You reached for one of her hands, slowly threading your fingers between her own and leaning back enough to fully breathe her in. You pulled down the fabric of her bra even more and watched her chest rise and fall viciously. This was uncharted territory for her. She was scared, and you are now realizing that this would be the biggest step Abby’s ever taken. “You’re perfect. Absolutely… perfect…”

Your mouth trailed across her skin as you spoke, pausing to leave open mouthed kisses on her hot skin and feeling her heart against your tongue as you licked a soft stripe on her sternum. Another noise rumbled out of her mouth, so sweet and so vulnerable that you were spinning. Her body lifted up a bit more, and you took this chance to unhook the bra on her body, stripping it away from her chest and tossing it on the floor.

The more skin that was revealed, the more you were drowning in her. It felt like a rolling wave of lava was covering your body, hot and smoldering, completely unabating from the speed of time and space. Your temperature rose and you took your sweet time admiring every single fucking inch of her, until every last stitch of clothing was removed from her skin.

“Oh my god,” Your voice wavered, bringing a noise from Abby. And that made you shake from the tips of your fingers to the soles of your feet. “Oh, Abby…”

“Stop it,” Abby practically sobbed, pushing the heels of her hands into her eyes and avoiding your gaze like you were pouring hot embers on her flesh. “Stop saying that, stop looking at me like that, just fucking…”

You frowned. “What are you— What’s wrong?”

“You don’t have to say that shit,” Abby sat up on her elbows, and you could see something in her eyes… she looked close to fucking tears. “I’m already naked in your bed, you don’t have to say unnecessary shit like that—”

You bent forward and captured her lips in a kiss to stop her words. It was breaking your heart… Is this how it was with him every time? Did his words of affirmation cease as soon as she was on the bed and bare for him? How could he do that to her? How could he use her in such a vile, selfish way? Abby deserved more than that; more than him.

Fingers slid down across your back and very cautiously, Abby gripped your ass with both hands. You shuddered, feeling her nails dig into your flesh as you bit her lip and traced your fingers across her torso. Very slowly, she realized what you were doing, and her legs began to spread apart. Your fingertips followed the trail of hair down her stomach and between her thighs where you slowly carded your fingers through the softness of fluff over her cunt.

You caught her off-guard. She was a whiny mess on your mouth as your tongue began slipping through her lips and tasting the deepest parts of her mouth. The tip of your tongue ran over her teeth and across the roof of her mouth, almost like you were attempting to caress literally every part of her. Abby didn’t know what to do… no one has touched her with such gentleness and has taken her in with as much hunger as you have.

“Oh, fuck,” Abby gasped against your mouth. Your fingers made that final touch, and her heart began racing. Your digits felt so soft and gentle between her legs, slowly rubbing and tracing between her slick folds. Her thighs threatened to close, trapping your arm there, but you weren’t having it. You broke the kiss and slid down her body until you were getting on your knees between her legs, holding her left thigh with your hand. You took your sweet time, rubbing all over her wetness and seeing how she was trembling in front of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“God, you’re so wet,” You spoke with bated breath. Abby sat up on her elbows, looking down and wondering if that was a problem or not. But her question was soon answered when you leaned forward and kissed over her inner thigh and listened to the vulgar slick sounds her pussy was making on your fingers. “Abby, can I taste you—”

“Please,” She cried, her head falling back for a second as she felt like she was losing her mind. “Oh please, please put your tongue on me…”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You removed your hands from her and pressed both palms to her thighs, diving down and licking from her opening, up to her clit. It was hard, and slow, and the way you flicked your tongue up against her bud had Abby gasping and curling her fists into the bed sheets.

The wet slapping noise you made as you pressed kisses to her delicate folds had her mind racing. How had she lived without this for so fucking long? How had she gone without your mouth on her? Sparks were flying behind her eyes that rolled into the back of her head, basking in the caress of your tongue and how you kneaded the muscles in her legs.

Abby cried out with every move of your tongue, how it would trace a small little circle around her opening before trailing back up and paying attention to her clit like it was your fucking birthright to eat her out. She held onto the sheets, almost like she was scared to touch you… You eliminated her fear and grabbed at her right hand.

For a second, Abby didn’t understand. But when you placed it on the back of your head, she fell into the boiling hot sensation of pleasure. Her strong hands threaded and curled into knots on your head, tugging the hair on your scalp and making you groan with slight anguish. But you didn’t stop her or let up for a second. You kept going, and Abby kept shaking.

“That’s it, baby,” You whispered into her pussy, the vibrations of your voice making Abby whine like a wounded dog. “Just hold me… that feel good? Yeah, you like that?”

Words were failing her. Abby was trembling against you as your voice was doing the most sinful things to her body and she had no choice but to hold on and drown in the magma. She never wanted to go without this again… Never in her life had she been brought to such delicious ecstasy so quickly. How did you do it?

“Ohh! Oh fuck…” Abby gasped, looking down to stare at you as you closed your eyes and feasted on her pussy with reckless abandon. You followed her words, and when your eyelids lifted just enough to meet her gaze, Abby gripped your head and kept you still. “R-Right there… please, please don’t stop…”

You could take a hint. Normally, this would be when the person would speed up, or get more aggressive with it to try and push Abby closer to orgasm faster. You knew better. When a girl begged for you not to stop, and to stay right in place, you kept your pace. “Gonna cum for me, Abby?”

The way you said her name in her cunt made her shake. Abby yanked on your hair and bit her lip, trying to keep her moans and huffs of pleasure in as you were now laser focused on nothing but licking her clit at just the right angle that she could feel her pleasure building with every passing second.

“Cum for me, baby… make a mess on my face,” You cooed softly, your nostrils flaring with aggressive breath that you seemed to be struggling with grasping. Abby was worried you couldn’t breathe, but you didn’t seem to care. All you wanted was to feel her shake in your mouth…

“Oh my god, oh my god, Ohmygoood,” Abby immediately used her free hand to cover her mouth, falling backwards on the bed as she reached her crescendo. Her thighs squeezed around your head as you wrapped both arms around her legs, not stopping your tongue’s movements for even a second and riding out her orgasm and letting her feel more pleasure than she’s felt in her life before.

You smirked, seeing that her toes were curled up in her dirt-stained white socks as you dug your nails into her thighs. Abby was crying, fully teared and shaking as you assaulted her pussy with your mouth. You didn’t stop, and she was starting to panic.

She was sensitive, and it felt almost like it was too much for her, but you were relentless. “W-What are y-you d—AHH!”

The shriek that escaped Abby made you giggle. Without warning, you slipped two of your fingers inside of her clenching walls, basking in how her warmth surrounded the digits and how you didn’t break off from her cunt even for a second. Abby was almost trying to crawl away. She was too sensitive, and if you kept this up, she was worried her heart might stop. Her noises were pathetic, high pitched, and so whiny that you needed to look up every few seconds, reminding yourself that yes… this was Abby Anderson.

“One more,” You mumbled. “Cum one more time, baby… You can do it for me.”

“T-Too much,” Abby sobbed, tears tracking her face. “It’s too much… fuck, please, please, pleaseplease…” You weren’t sure what she was begging for. To stop? To keep going? To change something?

Your fingers curled and you felt her walls clench down around your digits, her back arching off the bed in the most delicious action you had ever seen. Fuck, you were losing your mind. You needed her to cum again, she has to cum again. You began fucking your fingers into her harder, making stars shine behind her eyes as the natural disaster bubbled behind her ribcage.

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“Don’t stop, please… Ohgod, s-so c…close—” Abby whined. You smirked and angled your fingers just right that it sent her hurdling towards the edge. She had no chance to even grab the ledge before the fall into the bubbling heat. “Nnnnnn! G-Gonna c-cuuum…”

You whispered sweet words into her pussy, making her shake in your grasp.

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The blonde couldn’t keep her cries of pleasure at bay this time. You reached up with your free hand and did what she didn’t expect… your fingers curled and threaded with her own as her climax washed over her and she saw fireworks and burning embers in her vision. It was so intense that Abby couldn’t breathe, like smog had filled her lungs and possessed her very soul.

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Momentary lapse in judgement as you broke off from her core, licking your lips and with your fingers still plunged inside of her, you fell forward and captured Abby’s bruising lips with another kiss that felt like fire in her soul. Abby grabbed your face, fingers rubbing over the sweat on your forehead as you allowed her to taste herself on your tongue.

You whispered. “I love you, Abby…”

Years of hatred had been forgot, within the seconds of love shared… Prove her wrong.

It was a box with something written in big pink lettering, and on the front was a diagram of… a very obvious sex toy. Your heartrate sky rocketed as you took the box out of her hands, far more aggressively than you intended and you turned it over a few times, checking the package for any signs of damage. Ellie was standing there, her hands still in the gesture of how she had been holding the box not a few seconds ago. “What the fuck is—”

“Okay, listen,” You started off, swallowing a little and trying to organize your thoughts. How the hell would you even begin this? “Listen… It was a dumb idea I had a few weeks ago, and I just… Fuck, I planned on doing this in a better way.”

“That’s a Bluetooth vibrator,” Ellie said, still flabbergasted. “That is… that’s a—”

“I know,” You hit yourself in the face with the box. “I know. Its stupid, isn’t it?”

Ellie took the package back from your hands and twirled it in between those long fingers of hers. You couldn’t keep yourself from admiring the slender curves of her hand and how her tattoo blended down to the backside where her veins jutted out. Fuck, you loved Ellie’s hands, so much.

Very slowly, she reached up with one of those gorgeous ass hands and curled those long fingers into your shirt. Before you could even ask what the plan was, she was shoving the box into your palm and laying herself flat down on the bed. “We’re going out tonight.”

“Huh?” You tilted your head a little, confused at first and then immediately blushing as Ellie began to wrestle with the buckle of her belt. Shivers raced all down your spine as your girlfriend went from fully clothed to half naked in record time. Her jeans were wrapped around her ankles, stopped at the converse on her feet, and her legs were spread as wide as she could get them to go. “Ellie, you just—”

“Don’t try to rationalize it, baby,” Ellie huffed, sitting on her elbows. From this angle, you could see just how her cunt was glistening in the sunlight through your third story window. “Don’t do that thing again.”

“What thing?” You immediately deflected.

“The thing! That… that fucking thing you always do where you second-guess yourself and think your way out of taking risks.”

“Uhm, I don’t think my way out of—”

Ellie kicked you in the thigh, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to shut you up. “You bought the fucking vibrator, didn’t you?” You nodded quickly, looking at the box still wrapped in plastic. “Then shut the hell up, and use it.”

The adrenaline rushed all over your body as you began to fumble with the packaging. You got so desperate that you reached into Ellie’s jean pocket to flip out her switchblade, cutting the plastic off the box and sitting on the bed between Ellie’s spread knees. She bit her lip, tucking her arms behind her head and waiting patiently for your next move. “Don’t forget to read the—”

“I know, I know, read the fuckin’ instructions; god, you’re like my math teacher.”

Ellie made a mocking moan in your direction, rolling her hips forward in order to tease you with just the right amount of bravado that you felt dizzy. Of course, it all went away with her smart-ass remark. “Oh, I love it when you talk trigonometry to me baby.”

Immediately, you snorted as you flipped through the little instruction manual and tried to focus. Ellie wasn’t done teasing you though. “Yeah, Pythagorean the fuck out of me—”

“Okay, done talking now!” You bent over her body and put your whole hand on her mouth, holding in your giggles as she huffed against your palm. The heat of her body was bleeding through your clothes as you continued to read the directions for the vibrator, learning about the process of syncing it to your phone and then creating a custom wave pattern.

And then, you read the fine print. “Fuck… We gotta charge it for at least 2 hours.”

Ellie immediately started laughing, putting both hands on her face and turning away. “Are you kidding, my pussy is out for nothing?!”

“Oh, shut up,” You sat down on her waist and took the cord from the box, plugging up the toy to your wall outlet and enjoying the sight of Ellie underneath you… Well, you always enjoyed that sight, but this time it was extra cute. She was a soft, giggly mess and had her hands on your thighs, gently digging patterns in the denim on your body. You sighed, looking down with that hazy expression you always had when looking at Ellie Williams for too long. “Fuck, you’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen, you know that?”

Ellie smirked. “I do know that. Kind of a low bar though, considering you only know about five other girls—Ow!” She flinched when you swatted her in the middle of the forehead, making her go cross-eyed for a split second and look up at you with the biggest grin on her face. “Okay, okay, a solid six girls.”

“Okay… Now you’re really done talking,” You began to slowly slide yourself back until you re-slotted between Ellie’s legs and nudged them apart.

“What are you—oh! Oh, uh…” Ellie whimpered, her hands gripping at the fabric of her gray hoodie and looking down as she felt your fingers stroking between her folds, feeling her practically tremble in your grasp. “Y-Y-Yeah… that— that works…”

Those two hours felt like the longest of your life. It took you a solid 30 minutes to get ready while Ellie was done in about half the time. You opted for your red sweater dress that clung onto the curves of your body, a pair of soft leggings and black boots for the winter weather.

Ellie wore a cleaner hoodie, black and white with a jean jacket overtop and her favorite acid wash jeans and switching out her converse for those doc martens. Rings decorated her fingers, and her hair was pulled up to show off her undercut. Who gave her the right to be so hot?

Before you two got ready, you had synced the vibrator up to your phone and helped Ellie slip it inside of her. It was snug inside of her pussy, pressing against her sweet spot and her clit at the same time, which made you feel like you held so, so much power in the palm of your hand. You pulled out the app and bit your lip as Ellie grabbed her keys from the table. “Did you want to test it?”

“Worth a shot,” You opened up the app. “Otherwise I wasted my money.”

It took a few seconds for the screen to boot up, but you got hit with those wavelength charts immediately. Very carefully, you pushed your thumb down on the reader, slowly dragging it up and watching for Ellie’s reaction. You saw her fist clench up in her pocket and you smirked, slamming it to the highest setting and listening to the squeal that left her throat.

Ellie nearly collapsed, her back hitting the wall as she squeezed her thighs together and trembled in place. Her face twisted in what some might think was pain, but you knew better. Her teeth snagging on her bottom lip told a very different tale. You left it at the highest setting for a second, watching her fists curl into her jeans before you cut the toy off.

The gasp that left her throat was strangled, raspy, and pathetic. Ellie whined and looked up at you, her face burning a deep red. “Please… please for the love of fucking God, tell me that’s as high as it gets.”

“Mmmm, yep. That’s the highest setting,” You hummed with approval and reached for your car keys and jacket. Ellie was a bit wobbly on her feet for a second but managed to hold herself together in the end. “Why, you wanna try that again?”

“F-Fuck,” Ellie huffed, a hand going to her chest. “Don’t… make me cum before we’ve even done anything tonight.”

You held the door open for her to walk out and grabbed Ellie’s ass before she could fully walk away, making her jump and look up at you with the biggest glare you’d ever seen on her. “I promise nothing, Ellie.”

While you were waiting on the vibrator to charge, Ellie talked you into making a reservation at your favorite Italian restaurant. You wouldn’t ever miss an opportunity to eat your weight in chicken alfredo so without hesitation, you agreed.

You were nice the whole car ride there. Mainly because Ellie wanted to drive and if you turned the vibe on while she was behind the wheel, she would be squirming and may rear-end someone in your car, which is the last thing you wanted to explain to the cops.

Once at the restaurant and taken to the table, you were absently scrolling through tumblr on your phone, pretty much messing with her. Every time your thumb stroked upward on the screen, Ellie would tense up, almost bracing for what you were planning on doing. After ten full minutes of her not feeling anything, Ellie began to visibly relax.

“You’re stressing me out,” She muttered, taking a slow sip from her glass of water.

You smirked, leaning forward and gently taking her hand, your thumb stroking across her knuckles and keeping eye contact with her. “Why? Just casually sitting here not doing anything—”

“Exactly,” Ellie seethed. “You’re not doing anything. You have any idea how fuckin’ wet I am right now?”

Your cheeks heated up and you giggled, trying to stifle your laughter with your hand as a server approached you both at the table. This seemed like the perfect time… Ellie was distracted, talking to the server about the drink menu and attempting to find what kind of alcohol she wanted that evening, and you casually unlocked your phone.

In the middle of Ellie asking the server about the Long Island iced tea, you kicked the vibrator up halfway. In a split second, Ellie jerked in her seat so badly that her knee smashed the underside of the table, nearly knocking the water glass over.

“Fuck,” Ellie winced, bending over for a second and huffing in pain and pleasure, closing her green eyes that were starting to tear up. The server looked beyond concern and looked to you for assistance. You slowly reached across the table and gently placed a hand in front of Ellie to get her attention.

“Are you okay baby?”

“I’m fine,” She snapped at you and looked back to the server, finishing her order and then glaring at you from across the table. You took your sweet ass time to put in your order and kept glancing over at Ellie who put a hand over her mouth and looked in the other direction, stifling her moans as best she could.

The server finally walked away, and Ellie kicked your foot from under the table. Of course, the vibrator was still going, and she was trying so hard not to moan. Her hands flexed against the side of the table, and she bent forward, a whimper escaping her as she looked at you with a soft pleading look.

Showing mercy, you turned it down, but didn’t turn it off. Ellie let out a big sigh of relief and panted, chewing her bottom lip and trying to calm herself down. “F-Fuck you…”

“Baby,” You turned it back up, higher this time, and the sound that left Ellie was so vulgar, people started to stare at you both. Ellie immediately covered her mouth with both hands and hid her face away, trying to play it cool and act normal… but that was not an easy task with the toy buzzing against her sweet spots. “You don’t wanna give me that bratty attitude right now. Trust me.”

“Okay, okay, okay, I’m s-sorry— fuck, just… fuck, fuck, fuck please?” Ellie’s voice was hushed and just barely above a whisper, her brows furrowed and her entire body shaking with pleasure. A few seconds went by, and you turned the vibrator off. Ellie collapsed and dropped her forehead down on the table’s surface, trying not to cry. “Shit… thank you.”

“Last time I’ll be nice, sweetheart,” You said, stroking the tip of your shoe along the inside of her calf. Ellie looked up, tears brimming in her eyes, and she wiped her face with the napkin in front of her. You just smirked, taking another sip of water and watching your poor girlfriend look beyond miserable.

The rest of the night was just like this. Whenever Ellie was distracted or caught off guard, you cranked the vibrator up to medium speed. She was getting better at containing her moans, but she couldn’t keep herself from squirming around in her seat. It was so adorable to watch her feel so helpless and pathetic in front of you. Ellie was at your mercy, through and through, and she fucking knew it too.

There was a massive wet spot on her jeans, and the skin on her bottom lip was raw and slightly bloody. Teeth marks were indented into her hand, and she had cried two separate times during dinner. You had been keeping it at the lowest setting and Ellie couldn’t sit still even if she wanted to. It felt so good against her cunt, and she just wanted you to fuck her on the table in the restaurant, but you insisted on dragging it out.

The server returned one last time to bring the check and you looked at Ellie, biting your lip and casually dragging the vibrator speed up and down on your screen. Her entire face was bright red, and she had to look away, biting on her bicep as she gasped and shivered in place. The speed changing was absolute torture for her, and every time she was close to cumming, you would stop it completely and she would sob.

“We’ll pay together,” You reached your hand out and took the check from out of the server’s hand. The screen on your phone was bright and he glanced down at it, seeing the words and suddenly realizing exactly what was happening. “You’ll have to excuse my girlfriend,” You smirked. “She’s not feeling well.”

Ellie looked up when you turned the vibrator off and you swore that she had never looked so mad in her life. “G-Gonna fucking… end you…”

“No rush, just pay when you’re ready,” The server said quickly, walking away from the table and avoiding eye-contact with both of you. The smirk that graced your face as you pulled your wallet out of your bag and placed your credit card down was not lost on Ellie who panted and whimpered, putting her face down next to her now empty plate and practically drooling on the table.

“Poor thing,” You cooed sweetly, reaching out and stroking your hand across her head through her auburn locks. “You ready to go home?”

“Right. Fucking. Now.” Ellie stood up from her seat and the second her back was to you, you kicked the toy back on. She stumbled in place, grabbing at the back of the seat and shaking in place as her thighs squeezed together and her heart rate went through the roof.

You casually stood from your seat and took the check to the front counter, paying for the bill and all but dragging Ellie to the car. Ellie was literal seconds away from cumming in her jeans and she crawled into the passenger seat this time around. As soon as you closed the driver’s side door, she screamed and slammed her whole body against the seat.

“Fuck! Oh fuckingGOD!” Ellie’s voice was so high pitched and whiny that you decided to let her have this one. She slowly ground into her seat and her eyes rolled back before she let out those familiar cries of euphoria, the vibrator finally pushing the girl over the edge. Ellie hissed and you watched the wet spot on her jeans simply grow damper with every passing second.

Her climax hit hard, and when you were simply shoving the car into drive and did not turn off the vibrator, Ellie wanted to cry. She began to reach for your phone to turn it off when you yanked it from her hands and tucked it away into your bra. “Nuh-uh, baby.”

“W-what?!” Ellie gasped, staring at you for a second before she hit her fist against the door, looking down and wrestling with the belt on her waist. “S-Shit, I can’t keep it—”

“You can, and you will,” You demanded. You knew how sensitive Ellie got after cumming, and you just couldn’t keep yourself from torturing her. Ellie continued to yank on her jeans, and she pushed them down around her thighs, along with her boxers. You glanced over, watching her rest against the door and saw her poor hands trembling. “Good girl… Don’t take it out yet, okay? Not until we’re home.”

“M-momma, please,” Ellie pleaded, tears streaking down her face as she tried to hold herself back and not pull the toy out of her pussy. Now that none of her clothing was in the way, you could hear the intense buzzing against her wet cunt and it was the best sound ever, right underneath Ellie’s cries for mercy. “Please, it’s t-too m-m-mu-much…”

“Aww, I know sweetie, but you can take it, can’t you?” Very slowly, you reached over with one hand and gently rubbed at her stomach, feeling the vibrations of the toy on her skin and her rapid breathing that fogged up the windows. She yanked off her jean jacket and grabbed your hand, taking two of your fingers into her mouth and sucking on them desperately. You smirked.

“Almost home, sweetheart,” You teased, pulling into the parking lot and moving the gear shift to stop the car. You slowly pulled out your phone and cut the vibrator off, watching the poor girl seethe with unbridled rage at you turning it off. “Aww, poor thing, you wanted to cum again?”

“Y-Yes, yes yes yes momma! Pleaaaaase!”

She sounded so fucking pathetic when she begged like that. How could you refuse? You opened the door and glared at her. “Pants on, baby. We’re going upstairs.”

You had pretty much snapped as you dragged Ellie upstairs. In seconds, you were ripping off all her clothes, almost tearing the laces of her docs and shoving her face first into the bed with her feet on the floor. There was no point in wasting time with your fingers; she was fucking drenched and you wanted to fuck her.

The sound of your name echoing off the walls as she screamed into the mattress was addictive. Ellie grabbed the edge of the bed, tears staining the sheets as your hips smacked against hers, ass bouncing and body jolting forward with every thrust of that thick strap in her pussy.

“FUCK! Fuck me! Ohgod, just like that! Harder! D-Don’t s-stop!” Ellie was begging, her legs trembling as you railed her without mercy. Every once in a while, you would deliver a rough smack to her ass, leaving handprints in your wake on her skin and listening to her squeak when you did so.

“Y-you sound like such a fucking slut,” You barked, bending down and pressing your chest to her back, a hand sliding up and grabbing at her hair. You yanked Ellie’s head back, forcing her to tilt her head up and scream out loud instead of muffling her noises. “Screaming and begging for my cock in that pretty pussy, babygirl.”

“Nnnnhhhh,” Ellie groaned through her teeth and you stared at her eyes rolling all the way back in her head, biting her lip and drawing blood in the process. “S-So fucking c-close—”

“You wanna cum baby?” You whispered against her ear, gently biting her neck and feeling her shiver. “Beg for it. Beg for me to make you fucking cum, baby. Come on, you can do it…”

“M-Momma please,” Ellie huffed, the bed groaning under the stress of your thrusts. You didn’t dare stop, your breathing ragged and angry against her neck. “Please, please, please! I-I’ve been s-so good! I’ll b-be such a good girl, I p-promise!”

Goddamn.

Ellie was so cute when she was begging to cum, and you just couldn’t refuse her. Standing back up straight, you grabbed at her ass and began yanking her back to meet your thrusts, digging your nails into her skin and admiring her lean muscles and the freckles that littered her gorgeous skin. Sweet fucking Jesus, she was the hottest fucking girl you’d ever seen.

“Yeah? You been a good girl?” You grinned like a wolf, marking and claiming your prey in the most primal way. Ellie was yours, through and through, and she had no problem making it known by screaming your name until her throat was dry and her breath was long gone. “Come on baby, mommy’s perfect little whore… Fucking cum on this dick!”

Ellie’s voice began to raise in pitch, her head tilting back and her fingers curling into the bedsheets in front of her. The cries she made sounded like those of pain, her voice cracking and breaking as you made her fucking whimper for your strap.

For a second, she went silent. Her mouth hung open and gaping as she inhaled… and then Ellie screamed to high heaven, her entire body shaking as she collapsed into the bed and quivered against your movements.

You fucked the poor woman right through the orgasm of a lifetime, her body shaking and her knees giving out as you began to slow down and admire your work. The bedsheets under her face were covered in tears and drool, her ass swollen and red with hand marks and her neck littered with bites and hickies. So pretty, and all  for you.

Very carefully, you removed the fake cock from her and watched Ellie quiver, clenching around nothing and already missing the addictive fullness that came from you stuffing her like a turkey on thanksgiving.

“Babygirl,” You cooed softly, crawling into the bed after you put your strap away and rubbing up and down her spine. Ellie panted, turning over to look in your eyes and give your lips the gentlest kiss ever while wiping tears away from her lashes. “That’s my girl… are you okay?”

“A-are you fucking kidding?” She laughed breathlessly, which put your mind at ease.

“That good, huh?” You nuzzled your nose against hers, falling onto her shoulder and kissing along the freckles on her skin. “God, you did so good for me, sweetheart.”

“Nnnnn, I know,” She teased back. “I’m always your good girl, momma.”

It took all of your strength to stand up and go to the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth and a bottle of water from the fridge. Ellie hadn’t even moved from the spot you left her in. You coaxed her into lifting her ass up from the bed and gently wiped at her stretched-out pussy, wiping away her juices and making her squirm in your grasp.

“I know baby, I know,” You kissed at her asscheeks covered in welts, trying to stop her squirming and making it as quick as possible. Whenever the cloth dragged over her clit, her hips bucked forward, attempting to escape from the friction. Finally done, you eased her back down and helped slip a new pair of boxers on, picking out the softest ones she owned and kissing at her spine. “Good girl… there we go, all better?”

Ellie nodded, still dealing with aftershocks of her orgasm. You helped her turn over, sat her up, and offered the water to her, which she drank almost half of.

“Hmhm, that was fun,” You grinned, kissing her face and pulling her against your body. Ellie immediately shoved her entire face into your chest and sighed.

“Fuck…” Was all she could manage. You chuckled, combing fingers through her hair. “Y-You didn’t get to—”

“Don’t worry about me, baby,” You reassured her, cupping her face in your hands and kissing at her swollen lips. “Tonight was all about you.”

“Heh,” Ellie smirked. “Like all nights should be.”

“Oh, you wanna wear the vibrator every night then?”