#abbton

It had been ages since Abby had slept this good. But like all good things, she could feel the sleep fading away. She could hear heavy breathing beside her and she could feel the sheets move as the body next to her sat up. She popped open her eyes and blinked a few times to try to wake up. “Ash?” Her voice was raspy from sleep. “Ash, what’s wrong?” She moved her arms and pushed her self up to a sitting position.

Ashton looked over at the brunette and took a breath before pulling her toward him. “Y-you were dead.” Abby looked up at him and wrapped an arm around him protectively. “No….Ash. I don’t ever die. Remember the war?” Ashton shook his head. “I don’t like remembering you like that. You almost died then. And this was different. It felt so real.”

“But it wasn’t. Look at me.” She moved her free hand to his face and titled his head down so that he was looking at her. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” She leaned up and pecked his lips lightly. “Wanna tell me how I died this time?”

Ever since the Titans had attacked all those years ago, it seemed every so often someone who had been heavily involved in the war had some kind of PTSD dreams. “No.” Ashton let out a sigh and pulled her closer. “I’m just glad it wasn’t real.” He kissed the top of her head and Abby snuggled up closer to him. “You’re not gonna get rid of me that easily, Stanford.” She smirked. Her fingers were tracing soft circles on his arm. “Go back to sleep.” She whispered.

“The only way I’m going back to sleep is if you grab me alcohol. And I bet you’re to comfortable to move now.” Abby laughed and smacked his arm lightly. “You know me too well. But fine. We’ll just stay awake until you’re sure I’ll never die.” She paused and looked up at him. “Please don’t get any crazy ideas about putting me in a bubble or something.”

It was Ashton’s turn to laugh and he shook his head. “Yeah, like stubborn Abigail Clark would ever let me do that.” “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”

“Damn it, Abby. This is the last time I take you up on your crazy ideas.” Ashton blew into his hands and rubbed them together quickly. It was freezing outside and Ashton would not stand for this for much longer. “Ashton. Skiing isn’t crazy. Getting stuck on a ski lift is not a normal part of a skiing adventure.” Abby rolled her eyes and pulled her hood over her head.

All Abby had wanted to do today was have some best friend bonding time with Ashton. She had not anticipated the ski lift to break halfway up the hill. “Put your fucking gloves on and stop doing that.” The movement of Ashton’s hands was rocking the lift and driving Abby pretty close to insanity. Ashton’s eyes wandered over to his brunette best friend and he let out a sigh before dropping his hands into hers. “Sorry” he mumbled letting his eyes trail up to her face. 

If he had to be honest, he wasn’t really that upset that they were stuck together. Alone. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spent time with just her. He knew why, too. It was the way he felt about her, the way he knew she felt about him too. And the fact that they’d never be able to act on it. It was enough to drive the guy crazy. Abby got his gaze and frowned. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Abby shook her head, she wasn’t going to let him play it off today. “Ashton.” She sighed. She didn’t know why she was still treating him like this. It wasn’t like she and Danny were still together or anything. They’d tried out dating, it didn’t work. She’d never even told him she loved him, because the night he’d said it, she realized it had always been Ashton. And now here they were 6 months later, still treating Danny like a child about to break.

Without even really thinking about it, Abby leaned up, careful not to rock the lift anymore than necessary and placed a soft kiss on Ashton’s lips. His eyes widened briefly before he pulled her closer to him and deepened the kiss.