#alisonstaton

Marcus seemed to be in his own world, whispering apologies onto her back once again, as he softly touched the almost faded lines, as he pulled her dress up, leaving her the most naked of them, since they had only pulled their jackets and shoes off, before coming into the room.

Unlike Marcus, Charmaine wasn’t sure what was happening when she came into the room, closing the room behind her, even second guessing if she should leave, but deciding to stay since they had openly invited her tonight. She had only been gone for a few minutes, wanting to check on her three year old, Hope, who had been left on the care of Madi, as the adults had enjoyed the day and then an evening party in Sanctum, something they didn’t do often.

But now Charmaine felt the environment had changed in her time away, but she didn’t want to go and leave them, so she stepped forward and sat on the bed, taking her hand to Abby’s chestnut hair, with more grey now than when they had first met, but that tonight was beautifully pulled up and decorated with flowers.

Abby pulled her head up to her lap, and Charmaine started pulling off the pins and other artificial methods of holding her hair up, but trying to keep the flowers intact. Her hair out of her eyes as well, as both pairs held each other.

“I don’t know why...” she whispered, reading Charmaine’s question with a familiarity that came from sharing these encounters for years now.

“I never saw him touch them before.”

“You never do either.”

“I thought they hurt you,” she answered, it had been obvious to her to follow Marcus’ lead in these things. “Like your leg, sometimes.”

“They don’t.”

“How did those happen?”

“I did them,” Marcus finally spoke, admitting in shame. “I’m so sorry, Abby...”

“I know that.” He had apologize more times than she couldn’t count, and each day he had made her feel the same. “What happened today?” she asked, holding on to his hand, and pulling him off her back, so she could kiss him as she sat up.

In her mind, Abby thought the day had gone well. They had spent the day in the city, Sanctum, Russell and his wife were good company and welcoming to them, after years of cultivating this relationship. Some of the kids had even asked for Hope, she had run around after some of the kids from Sanctum. For the evening celebration, Charmaine had thought it was for the best for her to stay back, so her daughter had driven back to town with Madi and others who weren’t staying for the night.  

“Only a monster could mark your skin like that.”

“Marcus,” she whispered, reaching for his cheek and pulling him in for another kiss.

“When we were playing with the children,” Charmaine realized. “You took off your shirt, Abby, and we could see your back.”

“I was with Russell and he asked me if I had killed the person who did it,” his voice was so sad and broken.

“What happened?”

“Long ago,” Abby said, fitting onto his lap and pulling off the top of her dress. “I broke the law and Marcus was the Chancellor.”

“He lashed you?

“Yes.”

“He had someone do it,” she said at the same time as he spoke.

“Marcus Kane? The man who wouldn’t spank me when I asked him.”

“It wasn’t like that,” they both spoke.

“Sorry,” she said, realizing their guilt, and seeing it was too soon for any jokes. “What did you do?” she asked Abby, moving closer to her, as Abby caressed Marcus’ back.

“I gave some kids guns. Bellamy was between them.”

“Why?”

“Clarke.” Charmaine wasn’t surprise to hear that, she knew Abby would do anything for her daughter, and she had seen that circle expand to Madi and Hope as well.

“Abby wanted to find Clarke. She only wanted to save her daughter’s life.”

“I wanted that. But giving the guns to the children was not the solution, one of the boys shot up an entire village.”

“Bellamy?”

“No, not him,” Abby said. “But it was my fault, I gave him the gun.”

“Marcus applied the law,” Abby continued. “Ten lashes, electric baton.”

“God...” she murmured, reaching her hand out to touch her back, as Marcus dropped his head on Abby’s shoulder and murmured another apology.

“It doesn’t hurt,” she said. “He gave me the Chancellor pin after,” she continued, rubbing his back. “He went to look for Clarke and made peace,” she reminded them, letting her hands continue to roam his back. As Charmaine’s moved to her lower back, and then laid down on the bed, to be closer.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” she answered, and her lips stepped closer, ready to kiss her scars.

Abby could feel her breath on her back, warm and soft, but she couldn’t yet feel her lips, Charmaine moved closer across her lower back, softly torturing her.

“Charm, please...”

“Not yet.” 

Charmaine continued blowing air onto the scars, all across her back, leaving butterfly kisses on the edge of the scars, never touching Abby where she expected. She pleaded with her words, but her body was impatient as well, not being able to quiet on Marcus’ lap.

“Shhh...” Marcus whispered, before lifting her out of his lap, and lying her down on the bed, as Charmaine moved down, before resuming her treatment of her back, and sneaked a hand around to lightly trace her outlines of her underwear.

Abby turned her head to the side to see Marcus strip down to his boxers as well, before climbing on the bed, she immediately expected his lips on her, but instead she heard Charmaine moan instead and stopped feeling her breath on her.

Abby turned on her back to see Marcus kissing Charmaine’s arm, right where she had burned herself. Abby knew that story, how she left the army to fight against what her country had become, and had burned her skin off on both sides. The United States of America flag and her rank in the army. She always kept them hidden when they went to Sanctum, after all most of those people’s ancestors were Americans, but her neck scar was still visible.

Abby pulled Charmaine to her this time, after quickly turning and sitting up on the bed, Charmaine quickly sat on her lap, each leg on one side of her.

“I was trying to kiss you, Abby.”

“Too long, Charm,” she answered, before kissing the scar on her neck, as Marcus continued to kiss her burned tattoo, now the flag.

“Abby...”

Abby continued to kiss her neck, again she didn’t kiss her scar often, even if it was such a proof that she was here now, alive, with Hope sleeping on a room a few quarters down.

“You’re alive... I’m so glad you’re here...” And then her lips moved to Marcus’ neck scar, another proof of someone she had come so close to losing. Abby kissed him there, as he still kissed Charm, and she once again played with her hair, before leading her hand down her back, unclasping her bra, before she touched her scars, her full hand covering them.

“There’s too many scars between us,” Charm told them.

“No, more scars,” Abby said, pulling back, to kiss Charmaine’s lips, holding her face close, opening her mouth to her tongue. “I’m not fixing you two again,” she said, pulling back.

“Hope will be trouble,” Charmaine said with a laugh, the girl could be caught running almost always.

“Her I will help, I like her,” Abby answered. “But really, I just want us to be safe.”

“Abby...” Marcus said raising his head from Charmaine’s arm. “Is this about what Russell was talking out?”

“Exploring the other side of the planet could be dangerous. He said the people they have sent for the last decades, never reported back.”

“Abby, please not tonight,” he told her. “He’ll meet about this tomorrow. Now just... be here,” he said, offering her a kiss, quicker than the one she had shared with Charmaine, then he stood from the bed and offered a hand to Charmaine.

“Undress.”

“Come help me,” she said with a smirk. And Abby looked as Marcus unbuttoned Charmaine’s pants and kissing down her legs, before leaving a kiss on her naked cunt, since she had gone commando to avoid any underwear lines. Charmaine pulled her own blouse and bra off, which had pushed her breasts up which made it rather difficult to not push her against the wall in one of the darker corners of the room during dinner.

“Abby, on your front,” Charmaine ordered, pulling her out her thoughts, and Abby threw her a questioning look, before obeying, but continued looking at them as she whispered something on Marcus ear, before coming to their bed.

This time she didn’t tease her, and her lips immediately touched her scars, with a softness she normally associated more with Marcus than with her, but every kiss was tender. Not an apology, but a reminder of everything they had lived apart and together.

“You’re beautiful, Abby, so beautiful... Everyone had their eyes on you, did you know that?” Charm whispered, the words almost muffled on her skin, but only almost. “Marcus was trembling with jealousy, wanting to scream you’re his, the beautiful Abigail Griffin Kane is a taken woman, a married woman.”

“She is a married woman,” Marcus spoke.

“A married woman who very much appreciates being eaten out by someone who’s not her husband,” she continued, reaching for a pillow to put under her hips, as her teeth caught on the underwear and started pulling them down. “With a husband who very much appreciates watching,” she said, as her thong slipped off her legs.

Charmaine moved up, parted her legs, and licked her from one side to the other, before folding her lips with her tongue, moving quick and hard, as one of her hands squeezed her left butt cheek, while the other held onto the bed for balance, rather necessary when she felt her moan into her own cunt.

Knowing that Marcus had entered Charmaine made her even hotter and she couldn’t help but try to find some relief, by moving higher on the pillow, so she could find some relief for her clit.

“Hey, Abby, I can take care of you,” she said, pulling back, and helping her raise to her knees, as she moaned as well, and knew Abby knew Charm was close too. With Abby on her knees, Charmaine more easily took her clit between her lips.

“Charm!!” Abby yelled, before feeling her fingers as well, moving hard and fast, in and out, like her tongue had before. She could feel her movements getting more erratic, but she didn’t stop until Abby was coming, her lips still around her clit and her fingers feeling the pulsing.

“Make her come again,” she heard Marcus groan. “You, close, Charm?”

Abby didn’t heard an answer, as her legs gave in, as another orgasm hit her.

“Charm...” Abby murmured as she continued, making her come for a third time as she felt Charmaine’s breaths and moans on her inner tights as she herself came.

“Fuck, Kane,” she groaned, rolling down on the bed, Marcus no longer inside her, and Abby noticed Marcus there still hard, and covered in Charm’s cum, waiting for her.

“Marcus, slow,” Abby asked, turning on her back, opening her arms to him, still feeling tender from the previous activities.

Marcus entered her slowly and Charmaine moved next to her on the bed, and kissed the crook of her neck again.

“He won’t last long,” she whispered, between soft kisses.

“Neither will I,” she said, running her hand across Marcus’ hair, which was getting a bit long and in a need of a cut.

Charmaine observed, as they moved together, slowly and unison, their free hands intertwined, their gasps and moans so familiar to her ears now, that she perfectly knew the moment they were close, and she opened her eyes, enough to see them as pleasure took over. 

Abby taking her hand off Marcus’ hair to hold on to her hand, as she drifted down, before bringing it to her lips and kissing her palm, just over the small burn she had gotten three days ago when she had to stop Hope from trying to play with the fire when she had been making dinner.

“I love you,” Marcus whispered to Abby’s skin before rolling back to his back, so he could sleep, not being able to sleep on his side since he was attacked by Vinson. His torso’s scars had healed much worse than his neck one, his skin forever deformed, but easily masked by his dark hair.

“Love you too,” Abby said, turning on her side to rest her head next to him, as her hand pulled Charmaine to spoon behind her, fitting perfectly behind her, their hands still intertwined coming to rest on Marcus’ chest. Her other hand coming to pull the hair away from her face, now having long lost its flowers, and then allowing her to kiss behind her ear.

“Someone needs to get the covers,” she murmured.

“Please,” Abby said, throwing her a smile.

“I actually need to pull them back,” she said untangling herself and standing up, and starting to pull back her side, before going to turn off the light.

“I don’t want to move.”

“Come on,” Marcus said, picking her up, and Charmaine pulled the covers back quickly, and they climbed in, pulling them over them.

Abby fitted herself onto Marcus again, and Charmaine snuggled behind Abby, laying a kiss on her shoulder, as her hand fell on Marcus’ scars, and she couldn’t help but feel blame for those (and it was better her than Abby), since she was the one who put Vinson in front of them.