╰┈➤ Pairing: abby Anderson ᛝ OC
⃠ Content warning ➜ soft sex, oral fucking, finger fucking, sub abby, breast play.
╰┈➤ Summary: what if lev and yara had an older sister? Abby saved a Scar/Seraphite woman and she doesn’t want her to leave back to the island.
A/N: you can see yourself as the oc, if you have any trouble doing that/feel uncomfortable just scroll away! This part is not in the fanfic, it’s a deleted scene. I accept any requests/ideas under their story and the fanfic!
Silence had stretched between them, but it didn't feel empty.
It was full of unspoken grief, unshared stories, and the weight of all they'd survived.
Angel's eyes were everywhere now but Abby's eyes. Abby noticed. Caught it almost instantly.
The firelight caught Angel's lashes as she shifted slightly.
"You alright?" Abby's voice broke the silence, low, careful, almost swallowed by the crackle of the dying fire.
"I mean," Angel let out a soft scoff. "Are you?" The irony cut through the quiet, brittle and sharp.
How fragile they both felt in that moment, the ache of loss, the weight of everything they'd carried this far.
"I will be," Abby murmured, voice barely more than the wind brushing against the window.
Her fingers lifted hesitantly, brushing a loose strand of Angel's hair behind her ear.
Angel didn't pull away. Didn't lean in either.
"I will be too," she whispered, voice low, eyes caught in Abby's ocean depths.
The space between them was small now.
Close enough to feel the heat from each other, to notice the shallow rhythm of breath.
Angel's fingers tightened around the blanket beneath her.
A shiver crawling up her spine—not from the cold.
Abby's gaze lingered, tracing the shadows under Angel's cheek, the curve of her jaw, the line of her lips.
Angel met her eyes for a moment. Something unspoken passed between them.
Pain, loss, desire, and connection, all tangled in the quiet.
Abby tried to pull her hand away from her cheek before it could linger.
Angel caught it almost immediately, grounding it there.
Just for a moment. Just to feel it.
That surprised Abby, only for a moment before her thumb started stroking Angel's scar lazily.
Angel fluttered her eyes shut, feeling her calloused fingers on her scarred cheek.
Her soft thumb caressed over her large hand. Silently pleading her not to let go.
"Stay," Abby whispered, barely audible. Half a command. Half a plea. Almost without thinking.
Angel's eyes brightened open at the sound, caught in the tension of wanting and needing.
"I don't know if I can," she murmured against Abby's palm. She pressed her lips slowly to it, tasting the warmth.
"Then try," Abby said immediately, sure but desperate.
Their faces were inches apart now.
Hot breath mingled with the cold air, brushing soft lips, warming cheeks, filling lungs.
Angel hesitated, then let herself lean closer.
A slow, tentative brush of lips, careful, searching, electric.
The firelight flickered across them, painting hair and skin with golden hues. It caught every tremor, every quiet heartbeat, every piece of tension that had simmered through the long night.
Angel's lips now barely pulled back before Abby was there again.
A quiet breath escaped her, warm and uneven, before Abby closed the distance, harder this time.
Less careful. More desperate.
Her hands came up fast, cupping Angel's face fully, thumbs pressing into her cheeks like she needed to feel that Angel was real.
The kiss landed messy, urgent. Not reckless, but desperate.
Their breaths tangled immediately, heat cutting through the cold night.
Angel sucked in a breath softly against Abby's mouth, fingers gripping her sleeve, then sliding up to her shoulder like she was afraid Abby might disappear if she didn't hold on.
And Abby didn't move away.
So Angel pulled back just slightly to steal some air into their lungs.
Abby kissed her again, deeper, faster, like the moment might slip through her fingers if she slowed down.
Her thumbs brushed over Angel's Glasgow smile confidently this time, grounding her there.
Angel's breath shook beneath her, her slim fingers tremble as it tugged at Abby's blouse to pull her impossibly closer.
"I know," Abby whispered when Angel gasped her name, breath hitching. "I know."
There was no space left for restraint.
They were tangled in each other's arms, bodies pressed together, foreheads glued, breath shared.
Angel shook her head faintly against Abby's, and abby felt it all.
She was scared, and Abby knew exactly the reason behind it.
"It's okay," Abby murmured against her lips, nodding softly as her thumb stroked over the scar across her cheek. "I'm here."
When Angel heard her reassurance the tension started to ease away from her body.
She kissed her this time with urgency, hands threading into her hair, tugging at her fishtail braid closer.
Their mouths moved together in quick, searching motions. Less question, more answer.
Abby's hand slid to her waist, firm and steady, feeling the heat beneath fabric and bandages.
She leaned in instinctively, careful without thinking, anchoring Angel against her like the world might tear her away.
That's when Angel repositioned herself, a leg swung over each side of Abby's hips.
She straddled her without thinking, settling in. Not confidently, but urgently.
Her hands braced on Abby's broad shoulders, then went down to tug at her blouse upward.
Abby's hands joined hers, they worked together faster anyway.
The fabric wasn't an obstacle on their way as it was thrown somewhere out of their sight.
Their kisses came faster, rougher around the edges.
Breath stuttered. Teeth grazed. Foreheads knocked lightly as they chased each other's mouths.
Neither quite ready to slow down.
Abby's hands slid to her hips, holding her there like she needed the anchor, her fingers brushed the hem of Angel's shirt, grazing bare, cold skin beneath.
Angel caught her wrists almost immediately.
She didn't stop her, just guided her.
Their joined hands moved upward, slow at first, then more certain, the fabric shifted, bunched between their fingers, until Angel pulled it free in one swift motion.
Her crown-braid came loose and swayed over her face before it landed over her shoulder after tossing the shirt aside, somewhere dark, forgotten.
Neither of them looked to see where it landed.
Abby inhaled sharply as Angel leaned in, lips finding her neck, warm against chilled skin.
Her hands slid behind the scarred woman,
Palms flattening against her back, feeling the rise and fall of Angel's shaky breath.
Her back felt somehow softer than expected, but she didn't think much of it.
She pushed her bra upward without asking, as Angel let her.
It slipped away, forgotten as well, and Abby's chest lifted with every touch, every breath Angel pulled from her.
Her eyes travelled across her body almost shamelessly.
Their eyes met just for a heartbeat.
Angel's hands were pressing flat over Abby's abdomen. She ducked her head with an embarrassed smile.
Their panting filled the air around them through the crackle of fire beside them.
It mixed with the soft pops of the campfire next to them, painting their bodied in the rich color of amber.
Abby's hands moved instinctively now, exploring Angel's sides, the curve of her waist, fingers skimming the edge of the bandage like they already knew where not to press.
Then it went to cup both of her breasts, feeling the soft filling her palms. Rough thumbs brushed over her peaks almost hesitantly.
"How on earth could your skin be this delicate?" Abby finally whispered first, voice low and wondering, as if trying to solve something impossible.
One of her hands went to cup Angels jaw, pulling her in as her thumb brushed along her lips.
She was testing the softness, still not quite believing it.
Angel caught that look in her eyes, the burning need in them. Then leaned down, slower this time.
"I'm an archer," Angel answered, voice like silk, barely louder than the fire behind them.
Abby chuckled softly, breathless, disarmed. "That doesn't explain the softness of your lips."
Her lips met Angel's in a slow, tentative kiss, like she was afraid the moment might shatter if she pressed too hard.
Their noses brushed. Their breaths mingled.
Angel let out a small sigh through her nose, and it filled the space between them already thick with heat and the scent of campfire.
Abby's breath was on her lips.
Hers was in Abby's lungs.
Her hand found Abby's braid, held onto it.
The kiss went on far longer than either of them had expected. It wasn't careful, and it wasn't clean.
They only broke apart for a second, barely enough time to drag air into their lungs before crashing back into each other.
Angel never stopped her from exploring her body.
She gave in to it, matched every movement, every breathless pause, every half-muttered sound.
There was nothing delicate about it anymore when Angel's lips were over her shoulders.
Fingers grabbed solid muscles with a quiet urgency, a hunger that neither of them could explain.
And if there was no tomorrow, if this was it, then they were going to take every second of it for themselves.
Abby's palm tightened at Angel's rear, instinct taking over, heat drowning out restraint.
Her other hand guided Angel's hips forward to grind on her thigh, pulling her into the movement without thinking.
Angel gasped into her mouth, half a broken sound.
Not from pleasure, but pain. Or maybe a mix of both.
Angel pulled back just enough for their foreheads to hover close, breaths uneven.
Their eyes locked in silence, saying more than either of them could manage out loud.
Abby's gaze was heavy-lidded, focused, sure.
Angel's was calm, but threaded with urgency, with want.
"Is this your first time?" Angel asked quietly, breathless. Just impatience, raw and honest.
"No," Abby answered immediately. "Of course not, I've done this before. I’ve had sex before.”
Her fingers reflexively squeezed Angel's ass, like she needed somewhere to put the tension.
"With the same sex, Abby." Angel clarified, her voice low as she brushed a kiss along Abby's collarbones, feeling the hitch in her breath beneath her lips.
Abby didn't answer right away. And Angel didn't wait.
Her eyes flicked to Abby's bra like it was an obstacle, fingers already working at it with practiced urgency.
The fabric shifted—faint click sounded between them, then Angel threw it out of their sight.
"Yes," Abby exhaled sharply. "Jesus."
With Abby's bra finally out of the way, Angel took a moment to look, really look.
Her torso was strong, all muscle and power. Shoulders, arms, stomach.
And then her gaze dipped on her breasts, they weren't as her size that’s for sure, but enough. More than enough.
Angel's hands came up slower this time, palms warm against Abby's skin, tracing deliberate paths like she was learning her by touch.
She brushed lower, then higher, until her palm held one of her breasts.
Her thumb found the hardened peak, giving it a light tap, just enough to match the unspoken answer Abby had already given her.
Abby gasped, eyes dropping, trying to follow every movement like she might miss something important.
Angel closed the space between them once more, lips meeting hers again, firm, wanting.
One hand slid to the back of Abby's neck, pulling her deeper into it, while the other explored her breasts with growing confidence.
She squeezed gently, then loosened her hold just enough to tease the nipple between her fingers, pinching, tugging, learning what made Abby breathe harder, grip tighter.
Angel broke the kiss, breath warm against Abby's lips as she pulled back just enough to feel her.
She began to leave a trail of kisses, soft, slow, down Abby's chin, along her throat, then between her breasts.
When her mouth hovered over one nipple, her eyes flicked up to meet Abby's face.
Her hands moved like they knew her already, stroking Abby's strong, tensed arms with reverence.
Her lips kissed around the hardened peak as if in worship, lips brushing the sensitive skin before finally closing over it.
Her tongue circled, licked slowly, feeling how hard it already was.
Abby exhaled deeply, head tipping back into the pillow as she drowned in the feeling of her tongue.
Angel's mouth knew exactly where to stay, sucking gently, teeth barely grazing as she tugged just enough to make her arch.
Her other hand teased the other nipple, rolling it between her fingers, pinching, squeezing, matching the rhythm of her mouth.
Abby's hands were starting to give in.
One found a firm grip on her ass, pulling her in and locking their hips together.
The other went to fist her loose long braid.
The friction pulled a soft gasp from Angel, forcing her mouth to part, her lips wet with the trail she'd left behind.
"Does this feel good?" She whispered against Abby's glistening nipple, her breath warm against her skin.
Her hips were grinding against Abby's thigh, setting a slow, steady rhythm.
Abby gave a faint nod, enough to tell her she was more than willing.
That's when Angel's lips followed her own teasing trail, kissing here and there idly as if she had done this thousands of times with her.
She moved lower, planting kisses along her stomach, savoring every inch of bare skin beneath her mouth.
Eventually, she settled between Abby's thighs, one hand on each, steadying herself.
Her gaze locked with Abby's, eyes searching, questioning.
When Abby's hand rose, brushing Angel's hair away from her face with a gentle sweep.
Her head tipped down, hiding a faint smile her lips formed, she pulled them down without a second thought.
And just like that, Abby's trousers were gone, discarded somewhere in the dark.
Angel's hands were slow, deliberate, careful as they caressed along her thighs.
She leaned down again, planting soft, reverent kisses along the sensitive skin of Abby's inner thigh, savoring the heat and anticipation radiating from her.
Her tongue finally parted Abby's folds, warm, wet, and trembling with need.
The taste of her, sweet and slick, met her mouth, and Abby gasped sharply.
Abby's eyes squeezed shut as the sensation rippled through her, ticklish, aching, raw.
Angel let out a quiet, breathy laugh against her, not out of mockery, but from something close to awe.
She'd parted Abby's legs just enough to look, and the sight stole her breath.
She was shaved clean, she saw her glistening folds clearly, the flushed little bud at the center of it all, visibly throbbing.
She didn't say a word. Only her sharp eyes pierced through her ocean ones.
She dove in without ceremony, tongue licking upward until it met Abby's clit.
A kiss, gentle. Then a lick. Then another.
Her tongue circled it, slow and careful, coaxing, never too much at once.
She could feel the tension building in Abby's legs, even as she kept them open.
Abby's breath hitched. She was trying, and failing to hide the sounds escaping her parted lips.
Angel caught the sight of her like that with her half-lidded eyes.
helpless, breathless, undone.
She narrowed her eyes, flattened her tongue against her clit, then began to suck, slow at first, then with more purpose.
She flicked it with the tip of her tongue, fast, deliberate, finding a rhythm and a pressure that made Abby's stomach twist, her body twitch.
And when Angel felt the change. She chased it. She heard it in the breath that left Abby's lungs. Felt it in the way her thighs trembled beneath her palms.
Her licks grew faster. Rougher. Focused.
Her fingers joined in, trailing down to circle Abby's dripping core, teasing, pressing, then pulling away, responding to Abby's every gasp like it was a challenge.
“Stop doing that,” Abby gasped quietly at the teasing as her head jerked up.
Angel only whimpered against her, muffling her own chuckle as her middle finger kept circling her dripping cunt.
Abby’s hand grabbed at the sheets, if they could be called that, it was just a pile of thin fabric beneath their bodies.
She fisted them tightly anyway, breath coming in stuttered waves.
Every time Angel's mouth returned to her clit, flicking, circling, sucking, tugging. It pulled another sound from her, another breath, another involuntary twitch of her hips.
She could barely keep still anymore.
Her thighs trembled under Angel's steady hands, her chest rising and falling in short, broken breaths.
Every flick of Angel's tongue pushed her closer, her body tensing in waves she couldn't fight, couldn't slow down.
And Angel, focused, relentless, kept going faster.
Her mouth moved with intention now, tongue circling and sucking Abby's clit with practiced rhythm, while her fingers teased lower.
They finally slipping inside through the slick of her warmth, slow, deep, curling just right.
Her hips bucked once, then again, chasing it, needing it, and Angel gave her everything she asked for without saying a word.
Another finger slid in, stretching her, pressing in perfect tandem with the rhythm of her tongue.
Abby's mouth dropped open in a gasp she didn't even hear.
The pressure was unbearable.
She cried out, hand slamming down beside her as her body arched off the bedding.
It built fast, deep, clawing up her spine and locking her breath in her lungs.
Her muscles coiled tight, too tight, and her legs started to shake around Angel's shoulders.
"Angel," she choked out, barely, her hand tugged at Angel's hair.
But Angel didn't stop. She whimpered softly against her, the sound vibrating right where she was falling apart, that was it. This has to be it.
Abby came with a sharp gasp, head thrown back, hips grinding helplessly against Angel's mouth.
Her whole body seized, shuddering, clenching, pulsing.
Her fingers tightened against Angel's hair, grabbing tight without meaning to, riding every wave as it crashed through her.
Her climax hit hard. Raw. Overwhelming.
Angel stayed with her through all of it, tongue still slow and soft now, easing her down from the peak with gentle licks.
Her fingers slid out with care, coated in heat and wetness, and her hands moved to Abby's hips to hold her still, grounded.
She was trying to catch her breath as well, thumbs stroking Abby's thighs as if to ease her down.
Abby collapsed against the bedding completely, chest heaving.
Her arm draped over her eyes, panting, her lips parted in disbelief at how wrecked she felt, how good it felt. Her cheeks were flushed.
Angel climbed up slowly, deliberately, settling beside her.
She didn't speak. She didn't have to.
One hand reached out, brushing Abby's hair off her damp forehead, then came to rest on her warm cheek.
Abby turned her head to face her, still trying to get enough air in her lungs.
When she met Angel's eyes, she was met by the most soft look in them, it almost nudged her heart for a moment.
Angel leaned in just enough for their lips to feel each other one more time.
She made sure Abby tasted herself on her lips, then kissed her deeper
"You should get some rest." Angel whispered, her voice gentle. Her fingers went to Abby's damped temple, to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, one that had stuck to her skin.
"Come here," Abby breathed, lips twitching as she smiled. Her arms looped around Angels body, pulling in to glue their slick bare bodies together.
Angel let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh before settling in her thick arms.
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