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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.