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Ellie adjusted the strap of her pack, glanced down at her mangled hand flexing against the chain. Two fingers gone, shiny scars where they'd healed.

“You know, Abs,” Ellie said, slowing enough that the chain slackened between them, “if I’d known you were gonna take two of my fingers, I would've asked you to bottom.”

No answer, just a guttural noise behind the muzzle. Ellie snorted anyway, like she’d landed a joke. But her steps were tired, slower now.

When they stopped for a minute, she dug through her pack and pulled out a strip of dried venison. She knelt, held it close to the bars of the muzzle, steady despite the faint tremor in her hand.

Then Abby leaned forward, teeth snapping down on the meat, drooling a bit.

Ellie didn’t flinch. She smiled weakly.

“Good girl,” she murmured, almost without thinking. Then, quieter: “Don’t bite my hand off this time, ‘kay?”

A hungry growl. Ellie sighed, and just kept going, pulling on the chain and watching as Abby followed, walking unsteadily.

Before it got too dark, they made camp in the husk of a gas station, roof half-collapsed but enough walls standing to keep the wind off. Ellie built a fire from scavenged wood, her hands moving by muscle memory while the chains rattled softly next to her.

She didn’t look up when Abby's legs stopped and she just came down, sitting on the floor. Body limp, muzzle still strapped tight. The firelight painted her face in shifting orange, shadows deepening the hollows of her cheeks.

Ellie chewed on a piece of jerky, then tore another strip free and crouched in front of her. Abby’s eyes tracked the movement, baring teeth, that low, restless sound rumbling in her chest.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” She slid the meat through the bars, close enough she felt Abby’s breath on her fingers. The bite was quick, teeth flashing, but careful in a way it hadn’t been at the start. Ellie’s two missing fingers ached anyway, like they remembered.

She sat back on her heels, staring at her for a beat too long. “You’re gettin’ better at not treating me like a chew toy, huh. Character development.”

Abby grunted. Ellie pretended it was agreement.

After the fire burned lower, Ellie pulled a comb out of her pack. She moved behind Abby, kneeling on the cold concrete. Fingers threaded into blonde strands, pulling them apart and weaving them slowly. She'd learned to do it without her fingers, now, even though it took her twice as long.

The weight of the silence pressed in, broken only by the hiss of the fire and the drag of hair between Ellie’s fingers.

Her hair was becoming thinner now. Ellie pretended not to notice.

“You used to get mad at me for pulling too hard,” she said quietly. “Said I was shit at this… you'd still ask me to do it, though.” A breathy laugh. “Guess you can’t complain now.”

Her hands stilled for a second, braid half-finished, before she forced herself to keep going. When it was tied off, she rested her chin against Abby’s shoulder for just a moment, muzzle leather pressing cold against her cheek.

“I miss your mouth, y’know,” Ellie whispered. “Not—” she huffed, shaking her head, “not like that. Just… the way you used to talk. The way you’d… fight me on everything.”

Abby didn’t move. Didn’t answer. Just breathed, slow and heavy, through the muzzle.

Ellie sat back and rubbed her face with her good hand. “Yeah... thought so.”

They had been walking for days. Ellie had to keep moving, she had to protect Abby. If anyone found out, they'd kill her. She couldn't let that happen.

She knew Abby was in there, somewhere. Or she would've killed Ellie already.

The alley smelled like rot. Voices tangled with the gunfire, and Ellie’s vision focused on Abby, her broad frame swinging that pipe like a bat, clearing a path through a horde that seemed like it wouldn’t stop coming.

Two more swings.

Then one of them was on her, jaw snapping, teeth sinking into Abby’s arm. Her cry hit Ellie like a stab. “Ah, fuck! Ellie!”

“No— no, no, no!” Ellie screamed, knife buried into fungus and flesh, but too late. Abby’s blood sprayed hot across her face. “Abby! Shit!”

She barely had time to think before another one of them came at her, teeth latching onto her hand. Ellie cried out and stabbed it in the neck with a painful sob.

Pain flared hot. It slumped, dead, but the mark was already there.

Her stomach dropped, and she only had time to pull Abby into the fire exit next to them and pull it shut, the growling noise and thuds getting louder outside.

Abby was on her knees now, panting, already clutching her bitten arm. And Ellie knew. She knew.

Her fingers shook around the knife hilt. “I can’t—” she choked, throat locking tight, “Abby, I can’t.”

Abby’s eyes had gone wild with panic, but still so fucking alive. “Ellie, do it. Please… please.”

Her voice was broken, but strangely calm. She was trying to keep it in for Ellie, even then.

Ellie raised the knife, hands trembling—

And dropped it.

Her own hand throbbed where teeth had torn through skin, but she didn’t feel it. Not the fever, not the creeping burn. Nothing. Just the sound of Abby sobbing, sinking down to the ground while the world collapsed around them.

Ellie was ready to go with her. But she had no idea that she wouldn't.

It was still pitch black when Ellie jolted awake with a strangled noise, heart still hammering. Another nightmare. No, another memory. The very worst of them.

The fire was gone, but the chain clinked softly across the room. Abby was still there.

Abby was still there. Had to be.

Ellie sat up, sweat sticking her shirt to her back, and rubbed at her scarred hand, the two missing fingers twitching against nothing. Her chest ached like someone had tied a rope around her heart and pulled tight.

Across the room, Abby shifted against the foundation pole. Ellie found herself crawling toward her warmth, or the memory of it, knees scuffing against cold concrete.

“Can’t sleep well without you,” she whispered, voice raw. “Stupid, huh?”

Abby’s torso was bound to the pole, muzzle snug, wrists tied in front with slack enough to rest her hands on her lap. She didn’t usually fight it anymore. She just breathed, low and heavy, like some animal at rest.

“I miss you.” Ellie said, quietly, smiling weakly. “Your... hugs were really nice.”

Ellie tucked herself in close, curling against her chest, trying to steal the warmth. She took a deep breath. She didn't smell like Abby anymore, and that hurt.

That was when Abby’s hands shifted.

The chain slipped, too loose, and then — free.

Ellie froze, heartbeat punching against her ribs. Her hands were free now, and she reached for her. Abby could’ve clawed at her, shoved her off, snapped bone and skin. But she didn’t.

Instead, rough palms gripped her waist, dragged her closer, fingers greedy over her body. It felt hot and instinctive, like muscle memory, like the way she'd drag Ellie to her lap before all of this.

She grabbed and pulled on her thighs and Ellie gasped, half in shock, half in something hotter that made her thighs clench.

“Abby? Ah!” her name broke off in a moan as she was pulled flush against the solid muscle of her thigh, muzzle pressing into her throat, a growl reverberating right into her skin.

Abby’s hips jerked, rutting against her, frantic and uncoordinated. She felt the throbbing of her cunt against the rough fabric of her clothes, it's like Abby could tell she was getting soaked just at the touch of her firm hands.

“Oh shit, this isn't—” Ellie clung tighter, straddling her thigh, rocking hard enough that her voice cracked with every breath. “Fuck… don't..."

Abby’s grip bruised, roaming everywhere, pulling at her shirt, grinding her close like she was trying to crush Ellie into herself.

She only clenched harder and felt herself getting even wetter, even when Abby handled her that way, even when she Ellie knew she could kill her. She missed her fingers, desperately.

"Ah, ah— Abs..."

The blonde's growls came low and constant, broken by heavy breaths, animal sounds that should’ve terrified her.

But Ellie’s head tipped back, mouth spilling desperate sounds she couldn’t swallow down. “Yes, fuck— Abby... don’t stop, please—”

She could feel Abby's hot breath against her skin through the muzzle.

Her hips stuttered as the heat ripped through her, lips parting in a cry she couldn’t bite down. Her underwear was ruined, thighs shaking.

Abby’s arms caged her in, squeezing, holding her exactly where she wanted to be. She was still grinding against Ellie, slower now, but still rough, as if she couldn't stop herself. And she couldn't.

Ellie took a deep, shaky breath. She pressed her nose to the muzzle, tears slipping out before she could stop them.

“I know you’re still there,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I love you…”

Abby only growled again, panting. But the arms around Ellie tightened even more, making her whimper. She wondered if Abby would ever let go.

It’s a typical Friday night, Manny has commandeered several bottles of what he insists is the finest mescal known to man and the wheels were in motion. It’s almost easy how relaxed Abby feels, how having Ellie slap on some good jeans (she insists she can tell the difference) and a flannel makes her swoon, makes her drape her arms over Ellie’s shoulders and kiss her neck. And maybe suck a few dark bruises in for good measure just because she can. 

The night is plodding along, shots have been gulped, music has been cranked and everyone has spread out into their little zones to relish the peaceful alcohol induced bliss. Except for Abby, Jordan had pulled her aside to try and talk relationship advice and no matter how much she told him to bother Mel with this crap, he insisted he didn’t need some vanilla crap. 

He’s rambling something about Leah sending him a nude and whether or not he should reciprocate while definitely trying not to spill his white claw on Abby’s good shirt when Abby, eagle eyed despite her blood alcohol content spots Ellie. Hovering over a cooler fetching herself an IPA (she hoped it was one of Owen’s expensive hipster ones) but she wasn’t alone. Right by Ellie’s side was some… other girl. Some other girl who batted her eyelashes and mouthed a thank you as Ellie handed her a drink. Abby thinks the plastic cup in her hands isn’t enough to be crushing as she watches the sheer audacity of this girl to trace the delicate line work splayed over Ellie’s lean forearm. 

Jordan has since realized she is not listening and turns to follow her gaze before snorting, “Trouble in paradise?” he hums. Abby doesn’t even break eye contact as she responds, “Doubt anyone could really handle her like I can.” Seemingly on cue Ellie glances around for Abby until she catches her, beams that innocent and awkward smile of hers and mimes out fetching her another drink. Abby shakes her head but with a free hand reaches forward and as kind as she can be waves Ellie over. The other girl takes one glance at Abby, then another at Ellie and seemingly abandons ship and fucks off somewhere Abby can’t see. 

Jordan just rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “Play nice with her, she probably didn’t even know she was being flirted with.” and with a drunken swagger he marches off to go bother Manny with whatever he was yapping about previously. Ellie jogs over, drunken levity lightening her steps as she refrains from crashing into Abby, “You called miss?” she says with a flourish, bowing her head before laughing at her own attempt at charm.

Abby laughs too, the hand that waved her over slipping forward to tilt her chin up, “making new friends I see. What’s her name?” the gears in Ellie’s head clicks and she chuckles in her usual too cute, too nasal way that makes Abby’s heart melt. “I dunno, Mandy or Samantha or whatever. Wanted a beer then wanted to see the ink y’know?” Abby does know. People like that are a dime a dozen. They see the scuffed converse, the carabiner clip, the frazzled half mullet half low bun and just achingly tantalizing sleeve and let their imaginations run wild. 

Ellie is anything but some dark cocky fantasy, some brooding masc drug slinger who lays waste to innocent little things for fun. No, Abby knows exactly what Ellie is a little too well. So well that the hand holding Ellie’s chin extends its thumb upwards to just brush over Ellie’s bottom lip solely to watch her cheeks flush and her eyes dart around to see if anyone was watching. 

Abby hoped they were. Maybe a little. Maybe just so Samantha or Mandy or whoever can get a single peak at the real Ellie. The one Abby sees every day, every night, groaning beneath her with flushed sweat coated skin and eyes that scream for more. Abby smirks gently, brow raised as she leans over to whisper a soft singular command to Ellie. 

“Open.”

And good lord she does, brows furrowed and cheeks bright pink Ellie opens her mouth to take the tip of Abby’s thumb into her mouth and sucks, hollowing her cheeks and letting out a small moan of appreciation as Abby teasingly pokes at her tongue. Abby barely hears it, over the chatter of random party goers and an obnoxiously loud song bursting over someone’s Bluetooth speaker, it’s almost lost amongst the auditory chaos. But quietly, and softly, with a mouthful of Abby’s thick digit, she hears Ellie mumble. 

“Thank you,” she lisps out and suddenly all cylinders in Abby are firing. No more teasing. She pulls her hand back with so much force that she almost misses the beautiful string of Ellie’s spit pulled taut as she brings her hand back. Abby’s chest is heaving, her mouth parted as she sucks as much oxygen as she needs while staring down at Ellie’s glassy expression. 

“Oh fuck this,” Abby huffs and with all the bravado she has, downs the rest of her drink, crumples the cup and grabs Ellie by the wrist yanking her out of the human melee and off towards the bathroom. Ellie is a little bit too blissed out to stop her, and a little too excited about what is going to happen to want it to stop either.

The door is quickly shut behind them, and Abby triple checks that it's locked. Ellie hums behind her, swaying lightly as Abby leans forward to rest her head against the cold, reassuring wood of the bathroom door. Doing this, in her friend's bathroom? It's so crude that it makes Abby buzz with excitement. 

"Whadda we doin' here Abs?" It's Ellie. She must have slunk up to lay her cheek into the wide, warm expanse of Abby’s back as she steeled herself for what she wanted. Abby takes a deep breath and very slowly turns around to face Ellie, who's all wide-eyed and smiling up at her, chewing on her bottom lip as Abby takes a firm hold on her shoulders. 

"We," Abby begins, heart skipping a beat as she watched Ellie's eyes sparkle, actually fucking sparkle with glee of what's to come, "Are going to have some fun." and she crescendos her statement by diving in and eagerly sucking a bruise onto Ellie's throat, and Ellie gasps, body going weak and basically collapsing into Abby’s chest. Seems her little warmup has made the poor thing a bit unstable, unsteady, and a tad overstimulated, but that's alright, Abby doesn't need her standing for this anyway. 

It almost pains Abby to pull away from her girl's throat, admiring the way Ellie's neck now rippled with purpling bruises from Abby’s throat. Ellie seems pained too the way she whines as Abby leans away only for her to cup Ellie's cheeks and shush her. 

"Hey hey hey, easy now. You'll get your treat don't pout," which is such a shame because Ellie's pout is one of her best features. She looks utterly desperate, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she stares up at Abby, and Abby has to laugh, leaning in to kiss her forehead. 

"Just look at you," Abby leans her head up to nuzzle into the crown of Ellie’s head, her scent radiating through Abby's body like an electric shock and Abby hopes it's the fault of Manny's choice of drinks that makes her moan a little. It's her turn to whine, albeit a little softer as Abby pulls away and marches, driven by single minded desire so she can sit herself down on the toilet. 

Ellie watched, brow raised and breathing already pitching up in intensity as she took in the way Abby spread her legs. Wide. Commanding. Right now, it's the only place Ellie wants to be. But before she can step forward, Abby brings a hand up. "On your knees," Abby's voice is deadly calm, so calm it makes Ellie's knees shake and her thighs subconsciously press together. 

"On your knees, and crawl. You know, just how you like it," Abby smiles, she knows Ellie likes it. Likes the assurance that even if her legs fail her, she can still make it to Abby. Abby licks her lips as Ellie nods her head, wordlessly descending to her knees as she begins a slow approach on all fours. 

Ellie would complain, should complain, the cold tiles under her not proving to be the nicest of things to crawl over. But Abby is waiting for her, head cocked to one side, smile on her lips and legs so casually splayed. Ellie can almost taste her prize. Her breathing gets heavier and hungrier as she approaches Abby, and zeroing in on her prize until she is happily nuzzled against the crux of Abby’s inner thigh. 

Abby drinks in the sight, Ellie just smiling right up at her as she splays herself across the arch of her shoe, hips slumped and pressed forward to grind against the rigidity of Abby’s shin through her pants. 

“Look at you,” Abby croons softly, arching against her slightly too stiff seat as she pushes her leg forward just enough to drag a gasp from Ellie’s lips. “Enjoying yourself down there?” 

Ellie's response comes out huffed, the jolt of upwards pressure from Abby’s boot stealing away any form of coherent speech. It could be a nod, or it could just be Ellie's head listlessly rolling against Abby’s thigh, but regardless, it is a beautiful sight, and Abby relishes it. Relishes in making her girl feel this good without even laying a finger on her. 

Speaking of fingers though...

Abby takes a deep breath, biting down on her bottom lip as she makes her move. One hand coming to once again ruffle its way through Ellie's locks and the other coming down to rest between her thighs.

"Come on, pup, look up here," Abby almost chastises herself for the slight twinge of desperation in her voice as Ellie looks up at her through heavy lashes. Abby bites her bottom lip, the hand between thighs clenching into a fist before crudely extending her pointer and middle finger. 

A crude amalgamation of a phallus, sticking up from Abby’s crotch and pointed towards Ellie's face. Ellie perks a brow, cheek still comfortable against the warmth of Abby’s inner thigh. She was going to make Abby say it, and Abby was going to love every filthy syllable. 

Abby inhales deeply through her nose, jaw set, and body rigid before giving Ellie a greedy smirk. "Suck." a simple word but one both women relish, the only thing better is how Ellie chuckles, how she gives the thigh of Abby’s pants a parting kiss before sliding in, pressing her lips up against the tips of Abby’s fingers.

A deep groan rumbles through Abby's chest as she stares down at Ellie, the hand in her hair taking a slightly firmer grip, a hungrier one. One that assured Ellie wasn't going to back out, even though both of them knew they were exactly where they wanted to be. Ellie's lips part in a slow, methodical manner (Abby isn't sure if she's just teasing her or if Ellie is a little bit too weighed down by drink to move faster) but all those thoughts exit her brain as she soaks in the sight of Ellie's tongue slipping out to drag over the underside of her fingers. 

Ellie, of course, doesn't count herself out. The delicious sight of Abby's splayed thighs sobering her up enough to make sure that as she continued to lavish her fingers with wet and greedy kisses, her hips continued their ever so subtle downward pressure. 

It’s lurid and debauched and Abby cannot take her eyes off it for a second. Ellie always looks so good when she uses her mouth, no matter what’s between Abby’s thighs be it her trusty strap or just the bare expanse of her cunt, Ellie dives head first like a starving beast,

It should be embarrassing how wet Ellie already was, how she could feel the fabric of her boxer shorts growing damper, that familiar stickiness making her choke back groans as she finally slipped her head forward to take Abby's fingers fully into her mouth. 

Abby swears that her heart seizes up as she watches Ellie furrow her adorable brow as she sucks at her fingers. Even with Ellie's mouth full, she still lets out as loud a moan as she can, the sounds coming out wet and muffled. It makes Abby push her fingers a little deeper, calloused fingertips, pressing into her tongue to force Ellie to gag just a little. 

And what a cute sound it is, Abby smiles a little too wide to herself as she presses her fingers down once more and Ellie sputters against them. Face twisting just enough to show the effort she puts force in fellating Abby’s fingers while her hips deliberately force themselves down onto boot. 

Abby can’t tell whether it’s the haze of alcohol flowing through her bloodstream or the mixture of the sights and sounds coming from Ellie that makes her feel so lightheaded. All she knows is she needs friction, real friction. And thus her free hand slots back, her thighs getting a bit cramped with both hands and Ellie’s head between them but the ability to time the hungry palming at her crotch with Ellie’s bobbing head was reward enough. 

She bites back a low, hungry grunt as she thrusts her hand a little too far forward, fingers pressing right into the back of Ellie's throat ever so suddenly. Ellie groans, eyes rolled back, hips shaking as she fights against the intensifying sting of her gag reflex and the ever growing pool of her slick in her boxers. 

And between the pooling warmth of her arousal in Ellie's crotch and the crass thrusting of Abby’s fingers in her throat, there's not a lot of Ellie’s brain left other than merely reacting to the dual assault of sensations. Abby is no better either, call it a testament to how utterly entranced she was by Ellie that she could feel the surging heat coiling in her stomach her fingers raked their way through the wet flesh of Ellie’s mouth. 

Ellie hollows her cheeks, cranes her head upwards to grant further access to her throat and poor Abby has to stop herself from doubling over and caging Ellie in too much. She heaves a deep groan from her chest before she can speak, “look at you girl, making such a mess down there,” Ellie must hear her because she nods, mouth full, eyes shut, spit pooling down her chin, but she nods. 

She nods and Abby melts. Actually she does the opposite of melt, she practically bolts up from her seat and the only reason Ellie doesn't topple backwards is because she's pressed so firmly down onto Abby’s boot that nothing short of an earthquake could dislodge her. 

From this position Ellie’s desperation is far more on display. The way she wraps her arms around the familiar tree trunk of Abby’s thigh, face buried into her inner thigh without question, without shame, nosing about at her crotch with that dogged William's-esque determination that made Abby's heart swoon and her hips buck forward to press right into Ellie's face. 

"My girl gonna go and hump herself stupid on my leg? That what you want?" Abby taunts, grasping at Ellie's hair to yank her head up just enough to stare into those blown out pupils and drink in the little furrow forming in Ellie's brow as she was denied the comfort of Abby's crotch to her face. 

Trying to conceive words is a little out of Ellie's wheelhouse right now, considering all her bodily efforts are honed in on continuing to fruitlessly hump herself against Abby's leg. Ellie's breathing is so haggard, cheeks bright pink and a layer of sweat sticking her unkempt fringe to her forehead as she mindlessly nods up at Abby. 

Abby bites back another groan, easing up on Ellie's head just enough to let her dive right back in to nuzzling against her crotch, Abby's hands just hovering over the crown of Ellie's head as Ellie whimpers and presses uneven sloppy kisses to the crotch of Abby's pants. Something Abby happily obliges, pushing forward to grind into Ellie's nose, lips and chin. 

She's a little bothered by the layers keeping Ellie's mouth from her cunt but right now, this is about Ellie. About showing Ellie how hopelessly in love with Abby she is, how even this depraved, selfish action of chasing her own orgasm over Abby's shin is something all for Abby. Because Ellie was hers. Belonged to her and thus Ellie's pleasure and climax also belong to her. 

Abby leans herself forward, tilting her foot up just right to drive the weight of it right between Ellie's crotch so sharply that Ellie has to sink her teeth into Abby's pants to bite back the squeal threatening to jump out of her. They might be sequestered away and a bit tipsy but even Ellie knows she has to be quiet lest this moment get ruined and the mess in her boxers will have been for naught. 

Ellie feels herself slipping, melting, dripping over Abby's boot, every single erratic roll of her hips bringing her closer to that beautiful snapping point. When all her bodily functions shut down and the only thing zapping over her is the burning fire in her gut driving her to whimper and hump up against Abby. 

And all Abby can do is smile down at her girl, hand reaching out to cradle her face with such love, such tenderness that Ellie almost pulls away in shock. The affection in Abby's movements contrasts with the utter depravity of what she's been reduced to but Abby doesn't let up, hand slowly chasing to once again cup at Ellie's flushed cheeks. 

"Who do you belong to, Els?" Abby's voice is like a whisper, barely audible over the wet schlicking of Ellie's hips but Ellie knows how to answer. She's repeated it time and time and time, night after night, against Abby's fingers, thighs, mouth, tongue, strap, Ellie has given herself over to Abby and in turn Abby takes all of Ellie unto her. 

Ellie sobs, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes as she looks up at Abby, the telltale stars of her impending orgasm building as she gazes up at the blonde's warm smile. Ellie's voice comes out as nothing more than a hiccuped groan as she presses her face into Abby's palm, kissing and licking over her fingers while she sputters her response. 

"Y-you-you, Abby."

Abby feels a wave of pride wash over her as she listens to Ellie wail, watches her lips part and try to wrap over her thumb once more and relishes that this is all for her. That seeing Ellie like this was reward enough. Abby chuckles to herself, biting her lip as she lets Ellie once more roll her tongue over her fingers before her thumb and forefinger grip Ellie's tongue and pull it forth, drawing it out of Ellie's mouth so Abby, as sweet as anything, spits onto her tongue, right down her throat. Ellie swallows like it's the most delicious thing in the world.

"Cum for me then." 

It's a simple statement, but to Ellie it's gospel. Manna from heaven and her body can only give into such a command. Such a gift. She squeaks and squeals and gags herself against Abby's thumb as her hips buckle and her thrusts stutter as she climaxes, cunt fluttering clenching over nothing as she rubs the last vestiges of her dignity out through her clit over her boxers and onto Abby's foot. 

Ellie lets out a cry of sheer and complete collapse, body going limp and solely being supported by the fact she's sagged onto the sturdiest thing known to humanity, Abby's thigh. Her body twitches through the aftershocks and only shifts as Abby steps away to crouch down in front of Ellie, both hands now cradling her face as she presses gentle, loving kisses to the brunette's cheeks. 

"So good for me Els, so fucking good for me," Abby only stops her praises to intersperse more and more kisses onto Ellie's spent face, catching every one of Ellie's breaths with a deep, hungry kiss. Ellie can't move. For all intents and purposes Ellie has gone boneless, her body still rapt and spent as Abby happily bundles her girl into her arms. 

Her head craning forward to bury itself into the crown of Ellie's unkempt hair and breath in her scent, sweat soaked and sex stained and Abby groans before once more planting a kiss to Ellie's cheek as she hefts Ellie up into her arms akin to a bride being carried down the aisle on her big day and for Abby, in this moment, as Ellie nestles her tired body closer to Abby's chest, head nuzzling into the crux of her shoulder, she's just as special. 

Abby doesn't bother with a big array of goodbyes, Ellie is a little too out of it to risk dragging her about to everyone so Abby can play polite. Nora shoots her a smug grin as she watches the two of them leave and Manny is silenced from whatever dirty joke he is about to throw their way by a quick elbow the gut from Mel of all people. Abby snorts, waving her friends off as she makes her exit, fumbling to grab at her phone from her pocket and beckon an Uber to whisk the two of them back home.