#medicwolf

“hey.”

Nora looked up from the medic desk hearing the familiar voice her eyes meeting Abby’s gaze, but not before eyeing the way she leans over the counter, the way the muscles in her forearms flex.

“hey abby.” she smiles putting down her pen and clipboard. “what brings our best soldier to medical, you don’t have another open wound i need to sew up right?” she leans forward placing her elbows on the table and folding her hands under her chin.

Abby chuckles shaking her head, she smiles meeting her gaze again.

“no manny’s got..a date? whatever it is he’s out of the room for the night…” she watches the way Nora tilts her head a knowing smile tugging at her lips, Abby was never good at subtlety. Nora watches the slightest pink flush fill abby’s face. “A-and i found this uh portable dvd player while i was out..wanna watch a movie?”

“yea i’m down.” Nora hums a small sense of victory washes over her. “i’ll be over once i finish logging my stuff, okay?” she smiles picking back up the clipboard.

“see you then.” Abby says as she walks off.

“watch a movie my ass..” Nora huff’s against abby’s lips as she grinds her hips into her, Abby’s large hands guiding her movements. abby chuckles into the heated kiss.

“it sounds nicer than “come over my roommates gone, let’s fuck.” Abby kissed down Nora’s jaw, her teeth grazing against Nora’s skin making her shiver.

Nora laughs softly as she starts to undo abby’s braid, once finished pulling away to admire her.

“i like your hair down..” she say softly running her fingers through the sea of blonde and over her scalp. Abby practically melts into the touch, a shiver running through her spine and a heat rising in her chest.

“you look so fucking good..” Nora huff under her breath resuming her pace and grinding into Abby’s lap watching the way she melts under her. Nora runs a hands over Abby’s biceps making her way to the hem of her shirt pulling it over Abby’s head like it was her right to see her. she eyes over Abby, the healed scars over her abs the black sports bra holding her smaller chest. she presses a hungry kiss to Abby’s lips.

“take it off..” she demands her hands rubbing up the front of Abby’s chest over the bra.

Abby obliges pulling the fabric over her head and tossing it god knows where.

“so damn good..” Nora praises before pushing Abby to lay back.

Abby doesn’t fight, in fact she welcomes Nora’s bossy nature, letting Nora’s eye her like a piece of meat only made her feel hotter. Nora leans down pressing kisses against Abby’s neck, her hands exploring every inch she could find, palms rubbing up her sides then cupping her small breast squeezing gently.

abby lets out the smallest most pathetic sound as she grips onto Nora’s hips bucking her own hips up as she grinds.

“cmon don’t make me wait, waited a fucking week for you..don’t make me wait any longer..” Abby says softly. Abby would say she doesn’t beg she just..asks for what she wants very enthusiastically, and who was Nora to deny her? she smirks lifting up to look down at her placing her hands on her abs as she watches the way her hips roll against Abby, taking in all the small sounds she can pull from her lips.

and Abby is a wreck, just watching the way their bodies meet is driving her crazy like she’s entranced. Nora chuckles as she stops and undoes her pants and tosses them to the same place Abby’s top and bra are leaving her in her shirt and panties. she doesn’t waste time getting Abby out of her sweats and boxers leaving her completely bare. Abby hums running her hands up Nora’s thighs.

“i still can’t believe how pretty you are..” Nora says softly tracing her fingers down the ridges of her abs, through her happy trail and stopping at the mess of blonde hair on her mound

“Nora please..” Abby whined.

“you’re so impatient.” she chuckles as she moves down her body and between her legs pushing them apart enough so she can fit. kissing up her inner thigh gently she watches the way abby squirms trying to act so much tougher than she is. she makes it to her cunt and she’s already leaking…

“you really needed this huh?” Nora teases resting her left arm over Abby’s lower stomach her right hand pushing her leg farther apart. she waste no time leaning in and kissing abby’s needy clit feeling it tense under her lips. she’s slow, attentive, she wants to keep Abby wanting needing more.

“fucking hell..” Abby groans pushing her head back into her pillow and arching her hips into Nora’s mouth. she hums against her sucking on the tense bud, watching Abby’s every move, every reaction. she pulls off with a pop.

“you taste..so damn good.” she hums low kissing the hood. Abby whines and blushes at the comment.

Nora smirk against the bud before sucking it into her mouth.

“fuck..Nora” she arched against her as her hand clutched the sheets. Nora hummed against her, spelling her name against Abby’s clit with her tongue a small gesture that abby was hers.

“don’t stop-“ Abby’s voice broke as her heel digs into the bed. “Baby,don’t stop.” she whined out, already begging.

and who was Nora to deny her? her eyes watched as Abby’s face turned pink then a light red, watching the color travel down her neck to her chest.

“Fuck!” Abby barked out like she had been holding her breath which was very likely. her back arched off the bed as she came both her hands clutching at the sheets. Nora smiled finally letting go of the sensitive red bud, watching how it pulsed. she hum leaning in and pressing soft kissed up Abby’s thigh, her abdomen, the valley between her breast, her neck, all the way up to her jaw.

“you okay pretty girl?” she coos against her skin. abby after finally remembering how to breathe nods as her body relaxes.

“yeah..” she hums out as she wraps her arms around her. Nora smiles laying against her chest.

“that was fast, i didn’t even get to-“

“don’t start.” Abby rolled her eyes as Nora laughed softly.

“what? you really did need that did you huh Abby?” Nora smirked.

“oh my god shut up.” Abby laughed softly flipping the two of them, Nora below her. Nora laughed draping her arms around Abby’s broad shoulders.

“make me.” she smirked.

“you are so corny.” Abby hummed as she leaned down pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“you love it..” Nora says into the kiss.

Abby sighs softly into the kiss her hand moving under Nora’s shirt and up her stomach.

“you have no idea how badly I wanted you this week..” she whined into the kiss. Nora smiles into the kiss sitting up only to take off her shirt, Abby wasting no time in unhooking her bra and tossing it. Abby stared for a second, her usual blue eyes darker as she looked at Nora.

“fuck..” she huffed, she was a mess. Nora chuckled cupping Abby’s cheek and continuing the kiss brushing her tongue against the blondes. Abby moans pushing Nora to lay back down finally taking off her panties. Nora looks up at Abby from her place on her pillow, she loved the way abby got when she “topped”, her whining, the way she looks as if she’ll cry if she doesn’t get her hands on her.

“cmon pretty girl..” she coos cupping Abby’s face. Abby leaned into her touch then leaning down to kiss her jaw her larger hand cupping Nora breast, her fingers gently rolling the buds.

“that’s it..” Nora whispers softly. Abby hums as she kisses down her body, kissing over her perked nipples as her hand moved between her legs, which Nora graciously parted for her.

she dragged her thick fingers through the wetness.

“fuck..” Abby huffed softly glancing up at Nora’s face.

“just like that pretty girl, you know what to do..” Nora cooed.

Abby leaned forward once more kissing her with a tender softness that could only be described as love, a love they both wouldn’t dare utter in fear of losing the other. her fingers circle Nora’s clit slow wanting to drawl out every soft sound to feed the fire burning in her lower stomach.

she finally pushed in two thick fingers into Nora’s cunt, she was so wet taking them with an embarrassing amount of ease.

“O-oh fuucckk.” Nora gasped against Abby’s lips. Abby watched her so intensely, her fingers working slow at first stretching her, easing her in before she stared to work with more purpose, curling the digits in her. Nora let out a soft gasp as she arched against the bed. Abby watched, watching the way Nora arched against the bed, watched as she clutched the sheets, watched the way her chest rose and fell, her breath picking up.

she added her thumb, two fingers curling against that sweet spot in her cunt while her thumb circling her clit.

“don’t you fucking stop.” Nora gasped out the order.

in what sick world would Abby stop?

she watched so closely, her pace steady the room filling with soft gasps and wet noises from her cunt.

“abby, fuck don’t stop.” Nora whined as she grabbed at Abby’s wrist.

“i won’t.” she say softly like a promise, leaning forward to press soft kisses to her lips. Nora hums softly her tongue pushing against Abby’s chasing her high. she clamps her thighs around Abby’s hand as her climax crashes over her, she gasp against Abby’s mouth arching against the bed. Abby’s pace doesn’t slow just yet halfway wanting to work her through it and the other half wanting to see how much more she could take before cumming again..

“Fuck abby-“ Nora huffed grabbing at her wrist, Abby slowed down to a stop finally pulling out her soaked fingers. Nora smiles this fucked out smile up at her before grabbing her wrist and pulling her messy fingers to her lips, sucking the taste of her off as Abby watched a new arousal filling her lower stomach.

“cmere..” Nora hums and of course Abby follows, letting her body press on top of Nora’s as she kissed her, tasting Nora on her own lips was borderline euphoric.

“that was so goo-“ her sentence interrupted by the front door unlocking

“Hey abby, im back date ended a little early.” Manny had come back.

Nora shrunk under Abby a small attempt to use Abby’s broader body to shield her from Manny, Abby quickly grabbed her blanket draping it over the both of them.

sure it was kinda embarrassing getting caught with someone in your bed it was just that…Abby and Nora sorta..never told any of their mutual friends they were involved..

what they didn’t know wouldn’t kill them right?

“o-oh!” was the only thing Abby could manage to say

“also could you wash the dishes? i did them last week..” his words died on his lips as he walked around to abby’s side of the room, the sight of Nora under Abby the pair staring at him like deer in headlights.

“hey manny..”Nora spoke quietly, unsure.

his eyes flash between the two like he was finally putting two and two together, seeing the bigger picture.

“i..you know what imma just..come back later..” he stared to walk backward.

“Manny if you say a goddamn word to anyone!-“ Abby pointed at him

“hey hey! lips are sealed.” he made a zip motion before making a quick exit.

when the door clicked and Nora couldn’t help but laugh.

“guess we have to like..tell them now huh?” she say softly looking up at Abby.

“guess we do..” Abby hums leaning into her neck. “bummer, i liked having you all to myself..” she breathed in Nora her words muffled.

“aren’t you just a sweetheart.” Nora smiled running her fingers through Abby’s hair scratching her scalp gently.

They’ve settled into something soft and still rough at the edges. Unfinished. Patches that keep coming loose and threads that keep breaking. 

Mel’s said that she’s okay with it. She isn’t, not completely. But she swallows it down, because Abby is her friend—her best friend, if she really allows herself to think about it—and Nora is her friend too, in a more strained, more distant way. 

They share shifts in the medic tent. Nora watches over her shoulder while she gives stitches sometimes, barely a nudge on her shoulder, a quiet, “good” or “well done” to fill the silence. Mel can’t tell if it’s genuine or condescending.

They’re friendly in all the ways that are required of them—except when it comes to Abby. 

It’s jealous and stupid, Mel knows, but she always thinks it anyway. Abby was hers first. 

Back when Abby was still with Owen, when she was a new recruit and needed someone to show her the ropes. She was competent already, just lost, just grieving. And Mel was there. 

She was there when Abby fractured her hand going too hard at the gym. She was there when Abby and Owen fought, and Abby needed somewhere to put all the anger. She was there when Abby needed things she couldn’t put into words. When her knuckles dragged heavy over the rough fabric of Mel’s shorts. When Mel held her and she softened and breathed against her throat, and was pressing her lips there without even thinking. When there was something burning inside her and she let it burn Mel too, pressed into the doorframe outside Mel’s room, hands grabbing and kneading and taking apart and re-assembling.

It could never be more than that. Because of Owen, because Abby couldn’t decide what she wanted. Because then Nora walked into her life and could hold more of her, in a different way. Could tease and bully Abby until she blushed, and then slap her on the back hard enough to wind her, and have Abby tailing her like a puppy, because she was nothing if not devoted. 

Mel watched it happen. Knew her grip was too tight, too suffocating. It always was. 

She held onto Owen because he was Abby’s first, because at least it meant she could claim something. And she lost him too.

Then Abby kissed her at that party. Made her feel wanted again. Needed, even—that swelling pride that Abby just couldn’t stay away, despite the way things had faded between them. Slipped her tongue into her mouth with the sharp taste of vodka, pulled Mel against her tight, and let her go. 

That was it. She left her with slurred words and a kiss on the cheek. “Y’know I’ll always love you, right? My Mel…” 

She left her with the emptiness Mel carried like a gun. 

Abby went back to Manny and Nora, let Nora slip a hand into her back pocket, mindlessly. Laying claim. Abby was never hers to begin with. 

Mel isn’t an angry person. Won’t let herself be. Because she is good and kind and patient. It’s just that sometimes she slips. 

Sometimes she needs to break something. 

That’s how she ended up face to face with Nora, sour taste of beer fading on her tongue—because she was on her third, and she didn’t really taste it anymore—picking a fight over something stupid: how Nora had lost a book on field medicine she’d loaned her weeks ago, and how Mel had had to take an extra shift at the library because replacements were hard to come by, and if she really admitted it to herself, she was still seething over it. 

Nora just put her hands up. Calm, pacifying. “Wanna slow down there?”

“No, I don’t.” She didn’t know what she was trying to get out of her. Maybe just confirmation that she had a good reason to hate her. 

“You’ve had a little much, huh?” Nora took the beer can from her hand, disarming her. Set it aside. 

Mel just stared and flushed and was trying to think of something to say to wound her in just the right way, when Abby came bouldering, heavy against Mel’s shoulder. Arm sliding around her hips. Nora’s eyes flitted slowly between them while Abby slurred something against her ear, eyes heavy-lidded, her weight almost too much for Mel to support.

Mel steadied Abby with a hand to her chest, and then Nora was at her side too, taking Abby by the arm. “Alright, Tiger. I think you’re done for the night.” 

Mel felt suddenly more lucid in her need to be needed. “I can take her home.” She couldn’t let Abby go just yet.

Nora just shook her head, decisive and easy. “You two will never make it back, not in the state you’re in.”

She couldn’t really argue. It would be stupid and selfish. The fire of her anger was dying against Abby’s bodyheat, and she was very, very tired. 

Nora could have left with Abby alone, and maybe should have. Instead, she gave a gentle tilt of her head toward the door as she slung Abby’s heavy arm over her shoulder, Abby just laughing, slumping into her. 

“I’ve got this. Could use a hand, though.” 

That’s how they ended up in Nora’s kitchen, Abby knocked out and snoring on the pull-out sofa. Nora made tea for Mel, green and bitter. She sipped on coffee, even though it was late. 

“Should be up soon anyway,” Nora told her. 

“You think we should put her on her stomach?” The queasiness from the beer had faded into the familiar twist of anxiety in Mel’s gut. She still needed Nora to know what she meant to Abby, what Abby meant to her. 

Nora looked over her shoulder at the girl on her couch, heavy muscles relaxed, one hand dangling on the carpet. Mouth open, soft double chin twitching in her sleep. 

“I don’t think she’s that far gone,” Nora said. “Besides, I’ll keep an eye on her until I have to leave.”

“And after that?”

Nora took a long breath, then finished the coffee in her mug. The way she spoke to Mel was somewhere between hard and soft, a line neither of them knew how to cross. “You have somewhere to be tonight?”

Mel just shook her head. She hated the thought of going back to her empty room while Abby slept here. While Nora took care of her. How many times had it happened before? Had she slept in Nora’s bed? Somehow the thought of leaving, the walk back through the darkness, made those possibilities even more real.

Washing her mug in the sink, Nora spoke with her back to her. Like it didn’t mean anything—maybe this was the only way they could talk about it for now. “You can crash here, if you want.”

Mel sat in silence until Nora turned back to her, eyebrows raised slightly with the question. 

“Yeah. Sure.”

“You can take my bed. I’ll try to get some work done before my shift.”

“Oh, no.” She couldn’t ask for that. Couldn’t do that. It felt wrong, not an offer she was supposed to accept. “I’ll sleep on the floor. It’s fine.” She gestured toward the rug where Abby’s hand was dangling. Thought of how she’d tuck it back into her lap, and probably wouldn’t sleep at all, listening to the steady in-and-out of her breathing. 

Nora shrugged. “Fine. I’ve got a sleeping mat in the closet. You can make yourself comfortable.”

She wouldn’t be, not really. But she would stay anyway. 

-

After that, Mel asked. Abby had fully recovered from the party and probably didn’t remember most of it. Definitely not the kiss. They were having dining hall breakfast, everything a little too loud and clattery, Abby digging into her signature burrito.

“Are you and Nora together?”

Abby paused, swallowed a mouthful. “What?” 

“You don’t have to tell me if it’s not… It’s not my business, I guess.” Mel pushed hasbrowns around her plate. 

“We’re not together, Mel.” Abby waited for her to lift her eyes, holding her gaze. “Why are you asking me that?”

“I’ve just noticed that you’re close.”

“Yeah, we’re friends,” said a little too forcefully for it to be true.

“But there’s more there, right?”

Abby couldn’t look her in the eye then, trying to find the right words for what she wanted to say. “I don’t know, Mel. We’re friends the way… you and I are friends.”

“Do you sleep with her?” She wanted to know, and she didn’t, and she was afraid if she didn’t ask now, she would never forgive herself.

“Mel.” Abby looked incredulous. “Seriously?”

“It’s a fair question, right?”

They never had. Not in any way that counted. Not even if, between the kisses, Abby gasped her name, let herself rock into Mel’s hips, find the friction and give of her body. Not even if Abby unbuttoned the top of her shirt so she could reach her collarbone to leave bruises there. Not even if Mel thought about her in the shower and said her name when the rushing water could swallow it. 

“Yeah,” Abby said. “We have.”

She let it hang there. No elaboration, no detail.

It sunk heavy in Mel’s stomach. She’d known, in a way. Nora was braver than she was, knew how to ask for what she wanted. And she’d managed to get it.

“I didn’t want to tell you. Knew you’d be upset.”

“I’m not upset.” Only halfway true. It stung, and she felt better knowing. More solid. She didn’t have to wonder. “You can do what you want, Abby.”

Abby looked like she was going to say something more. Mel could see it swell up inside her, chest expanding with breath, and then deflated. Some things were better left unsaid, Mel guessed. 

-

With time, things settle. What Mel and Abby have isn’t lost. And maybe Abby’s been making an extra effort to remind her of that. Maybe that’s why the three of them end up in Abby’s room on a Saturday night, while Manny’s out, why they’ve all been smoking just enough to diffuse some of the tension.

“Every time? That’s insane, actually,” Nora says, draped halfway across Abby’s bed, her feet tangled with Abby’s. Mel’s sunken into a desk chair across from them, her vision a little hazy. 

“It was this weird, like, tongue thing. I don’t know how to describe it.” Abby tries to mimic the motion, pretending to be Owen, and Mel can’t help but giggle, can’t help but lean in.

“It was more like he was trying to fit his whole tongue in your mouth,” Mel says, cringing at the memory. 

“Okay, wow.” Nora takes another slow drag on her joint, tipping it lightly between her fingers. “I’m starting to see why it didn’t work out with either of you.”

There’s a weird, tenuous intimacy in it, sharing these details that the two of them have never talked about before. Comparing stories. Nora’s the one that asked, wading carefully. 

It’s easier than it should be. Comfortable. Mel watches Abby drag her fingertips absently over Nora’s calf and feels goosebumps raise along her own skin. And when Abby catches Mel’s gaze, the motion stops, and then cautiously, begins again. 

It feels intentional. Abby watches her closely. Nora rambles: something about training a newbie medic, something about her weed supplier being hard to track down… Mel isn’t really listening. She’s watching Abby’s hand track further up Nora’s thigh, just enough that Nora notices. Pauses her train of thought. 

“God, somebody’s needy.” Nora just sighs, shifting so she can sit almost in Abby’s lap, her back to Abby’s chest. Abby’s hands settle at Nora’s knees, her chin tipping to rest on Nora’s shoulder. “Mel, can you believe this girl? Like a heat seeking missile when she’s stoned.”

Abby’s just like that, always needing some kind of contact, some kind of touch. It doesn’t always mean something. It’s the same way she knocks against Manny’s side with her shoulder, letting him know she’s listening. How her knees bump up against yours when you’re talking. How there were times it felt natural, necessary even, for her to slip her hand into Mel’s—while they shared a pair of earbuds, while they sat together in the bleachers, while they lay quietly on Abby’s floor with nothing more to say to each other.

Mel can almost feel it, the roughness of Abby’s thumb brushing over the back of her hand, while she watches the two of them. 

It’s innocent at first. Hands just wandering. A peck on Nora’s shoulder. A sigh, and Nora sinking back into her. 

And then a crack, like Nora’s realizing something for the first time. Stiffening. “We’re not making you uncomfortable, are we?”

Mel blinks. She tries to find the answer in her body, in the dull buzz of her thoughts. It should make her uncomfortable, probably, to see the two of them like this. It should make her feel like an outsider intruding on something intimate and personal. 

It doesn’t. Not with the way Abby’s eyes linger on her as she presses kiss—a real, open-mouthed kiss—further up the curve of Nora’s neck. 

It’s a message, an invitation.

Mel tries to sit still. Not to think about what it would be like to press her thighs together, not to think about that swelling heat inside her that’s half jealousy and half arousal. She should hate this. She wants them to keep going.

“No,” she says, voice quiet and uncertain. “I mean, it’s fine. I’m not uncomfortable.”

“Tell us if it’s—” Nora’s breath catches when Abby’s hand slips under the hem of her shirt and rests there gently, “—too much.”

Mel watches the hand, her own breath caught in her throat. Abby’s gaze is almost predatory. The hand slides upward, slowly, to cup Nora’s breast. 

Nora’s eyes flutter just briefly, a soft sound slipping out of her as one of her hands squeezes Abby’s thigh. “Abs…”

Mel can’t move, not an inch. She’s not sure what’s going to happen, but it isn’t good. Maybe she’ll pass out. Maybe she’ll die. 

Abby’s other hand comes to rest above the waistband of Nora’s shorts. Her finger traces the button there lightly, roughness on metal that makes Mel shiver. 

“Should we stop?” It’s Abby this time. She’s not asking Nora. Because Nora is pressing back into her already, hips urging forward. 

This isn’t for Nora.

“No,” Mel says. “Keep going.” 

Abby’s good at following directions. She’s a good soldier. She knows when she’s being given an order. And she follows. 

She flicks the button open with ease. Works down the zipper. Nora is silent, waiting, lip tugged between her teeth. Mel couldn’t speak if she tried.

Abby’s fingers dip, and Nora’s back arches. It’s slow and almost silent, Nora biting off a sound that Mel thinks would probably undo her.

Abby drags her nose along the side of Nora’s neck, that little bump flattening against her. Her fingers work in small circles, other hand still toying with Nora’s nipple under her shirt. Nora returns the motions with little twitches of her hips, asking for more. 

Mel’s fingers bite hard into the seat of the chair. She needs to hold onto something. Because if she doesn’t—

Nora heaves a breath against Abby’s chest, the two of them moving together. “Fuck, Abby,” she whines, voice much higher than her usual low, her usual gravel. 

Mel doesn’t stop herself. Can’t. Her hips roll forward, seeking contact, seeking anything. The chair isn’t enough, but it still makes her whimper. 

Abby’s eyes flick up to her at the sound. She stops moving, just holds Nora there, even though she’s squirming with frustration. 

“Mel.” Abby’s voice, firm and steady. And Mel wants—

She just wants. Wants to see Abby touch her. Needs her to. 

“Keep going,” she says, a little breathless, muscles tensed. “Please.”

Abby smiles softly. Not mean. But the way she breathes against Nora’s jaw, squeezes her tit, pulls her closer, that part is mean. “Mel wants me to keep going,” she whispers, and Nora shudders against her. “What do you think?”

“I think—” Nora rolls her hips into Abby’s hand, trying for contact again. “—you’re being a dick.”

She’s laughing when Abby cuts her off, and Mel sees it on her face—the moment Abby adjusts, bicep flexing, and sinks one thick finger into her. 

Slow. Determined. Abby works in and out of her, palm trapped flush with Nora’s body by the waistband of her shorts. 

It’s not long before Nora’s whining, throat rough and raw. “Abby, please.” She tries to force her hips forward, but Abby holds her steady. “More.”

Abby looks at Mel. Asks with her eyes. 

Yes. Please.  

Abby lifts Nora’s torso just enough to get the space she needs. Mel watches the way her head falls back when Abby slides a second finger into her. Curls them perfectly. She can see it in the tension between Nora’s brows, the shape of her lips, the tightness of her abs as Abby’s other hand drags her shirt upward. She feels it. The stretch. The familiarity. The need.

Abby’s slow at first, letting Nora sink into it. Slow and easy. And then she finds it, the place that makes Nora gasp and then whimper, hips rolling to meet her. Abby makes rougher sounds against Nora’s throat, breath coming faster. 

She hugs Nora to her chest when she comes—doesn’t let her shatter. She carries her through it, slower, more gently. Both of them softening. And Mel

just aches. Aches with need, between her thighs. But her throat aches too, something hard and balled-up there that wants to spill out. She tries to swallow or speak, and does neither. What could she say?

Nora blinks slowly, eyes still hazy. She studies Mel with Abby’s hands still on her, massaging more gently. Mel feels something sink into her with barbed teeth. 

“Come here,” Nora says, voice low and rough. 

Mel stands like she’s been waiting—and she has. 

She’s a little unsteady on her feet, but it doesn’t matter much when she gets there, because Nora’s hands are already on her hips, pulling her lower. Abby’s eyes move over her, hungry. She can feel them, pooling like water. 

The bed sinks under the extra weight when Mel kneels on it and they all tip a little. Abby catches her, steadies her, and they’re all giggling, all the heat and the tension needing some place to go. 

“Is this…” She starts. Doesn’t know what she’s asking. Doubt sits somewhere in the back of her mind, pacified but still breathing. But then Abby is helping her to straddle Nora’s lap, and she forgets entirely. 

“Hey.” Nora’s palm finds her cheek. Dark eyes sink into hers. She’s in her lap and they’re across the dinner table and they’re at that party again, all of it tangled in something confusing, but Nora looks different now. Feels different. Both of them are wrapped in Abby’s smell and the feeling of her big hands smoothing over Mel’s thighs. 

“Don’t think,” Nora says. “You don’t have to.”

Mel kisses her. It surprises both of them, Nora momentarily caught on the inbreath. It’s awkward and stilted at first. A little too firm, too much resistance. 

Then Nora’s mouth opens just enough. Her lips soften, and she pulls Mel in. Goes slow and soft until Mel needs more, and then gives it to her. 

And she needs. Abby’s hands move up her sides, over her ribcage. Nora’s at her hips, slipping around to cup her ass, to pull her closer. Mel gasps into her mouth, feels like she might tip forward, might lose her balance, but Nora’s holding her. Abby’s holding her. 

When she pulls away, she feels lighter and a little bit dizzy. 

Nora thumbs over the corner of her mouth, just looking at her. “You okay?”

“I think so. Yeah.” Okay is not the word she’d use. More like suffocating, or spinning wildly out of control, but Abby’s hands are still there to soothe her. To tether her. 

“You want to keep going?” Abby asks this time. She’s been holding back—Mel can feel the weight of it, Abby’s own need. She can smell it on her. But still, still, her eyes are wet and soft and she needs Mel to want this as much as she does. 

Nora tilts her chin upward, waiting. Mel waits to feel that familiar twist in her gut—the pang of jealousy that always comes. But she’s so warm, so held. And it doesn’t.

-

Once they’re on the pillows, Nora slots into place at Mel’s back like she belongs there. Mel tenses at first when she feels Nora’s hands skimming her sides, but softens when they come to rest at her hips. Easy, undemanding. Nora’s breath warms the back of her neck, her shoulder. 

In front of her, it’s all Abby. Abby’s eyes on her, slow and meticulous. Scooting close enough so that the space between them closes, and Mel feels her warmth everywhere. 

Abby’s fingertips trace the curve of her cheek, her jaw. “Look at me.” Like she could look anywhere else. “Do you want this?”

“Yes.” Abby’s lips are so close, so soft and perfect and Mel is hungry for them, more than she’s ever been. She leans close but Abby doesn’t meet her, not yet. 

“Both of us?”

She feels Nora wrap around her, hands under the hem of her shirt, gentle and testing. She tries to take a breath. It’s already too much, and she doesn’t want to stop. She’s saying yes, again, yes and please when Nora reaches the softness of her breast, thumb flicking over her nipple, and Mel tries to move, but her hips knock into Abby’s, trapped on either side. 

“Good.”

Abby cups her jaw and kisses her. Slow and deep and everything Mel has ever wanted. Like she’s drinking her, like she needs every inch of her. Like she belongs to her.

Hands roam. Buttons undone. Mel doesn’t have to think about it—her shirt slides over her head and Abby is already kissing down her neck, groaning softly into her skin. The jeans are harder, and there’s giggling and a little bit of flailing, but then Mel is free of them, and Abby’s just looking at her like she’s seeing her for the first time. Like she’s afraid too much might break her. 

And then she slides a knee between Mel’s legs, holding her while she does it. Nora’s lips press into Mel’s neck, hands slipping lower. 

Mel gasps when she touches her, even through underwear. She tries to move away, to move into it, but there’s nowhere to go—Abby’s knee holds her open, Nora pressed flush against her back. All she can do is feel it—just gentle, teasing strokes through fabric, already wet. Abby watches her face, and when she can’t stand it anymore, she kisses her again. Harder, deeper, until Mel loses her rhythm, just breathing into her mouth. 

She breaks when Abby’s fingers reach her waistband—slip underneath. They find her clit easily, and for a moment Mel just tenses and can’t get a breath in. Can’t—

Abby starts to move, circling her gently. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” 

Nora, too. Fingers work her panties aside, first just gliding through wetness. She bumps against Abby’s knuckles, already messy. 

Mel presses back without thinking, and Nora chuckles against her shoulder. “Need it that badly, huh?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” no words anymore, just high, needy sounds that betray her, slipping out before she can catch them. 

Abby scolds and soothes at once: “Be nice.”

“I am being nice.” Tauntingly slow, Nora presses two fingers inside her. They fill her, just enough stretch to make her buck forward into the firm embrace of Abby’s body. “Right, Mel?”

“Abby—” A sharp breath rushes into her lungs. “I—can’t—”

Abby just rolls over her clit with practiced fingers. “You can.” She steadies her as Nora moves deeper, finding the angle, the rhythm she needs. Abby matches it, her breath hot on Mel’s skin. “You can take it, baby.”

Her muscles give. It’s only Abby holding her up, only the warmth of two bodies suspending her, and Mel is falling into them, mouth loose and breathless against Abby’s shoulder as Nora fucks her. 

Abby’s lips slide over her throat. She feels the sting before she knows what it means—sting that radiates down her spine, makes her clench around Nora’s fingers. Nora’s teeth sink into her too, between praises: “There you go. That’s it.”

Abby comes up for air and thumbs over the bruise Mel can’t see yet, but feels so deeply—the ache, the heft of it. “Mine,” she whispers. “Everyone’s gonna know you’re ours, Mel.”

Through the last gasps of her higher functioning, Mel knows she’s right. Knows next time she’s in the dining hall or the medic tent or on patrol, everyone will see the marks Nora and Abby are leaving—intentionally visible, deep and dark. Lines of teeth. Theirs. Both of them.

When Abby sinks down her chest and sucks her nipple into her mouth, that’s when Mel loses it—pressure mounting, a glow too harsh and hot for her to stave off. They cradle her when she strains against their bodies, when she writhes and shakes because she can’t take anything more. 

The come-down is harsh and sudden. A beat, sucking in too much air. Nora soothes over her arms, Abby still holding her close. Nora’s voice cuts through the static in her head, firm and certain. “Hey, we’ve got you.”

-

They lay like that, sweaty, catching their breaths, and Mel starts to laugh. She doesn’t know why, but it just starts to come and doesn’t stop. She rolls onto her back and Abby’s giggling at her side, and Nora too, and Mel feels like her chest might burst open. 

When they settle, Abby’s eyes find hers. “Didn’t break you, did we?” Her big hands rest on Mel’s sternum, rising and falling with her breath.

“Just a little,” Mel says.

Nora presses a kiss into her jaw. “A little is good. We can work with that.”

It’s strange. It’s comfortable. Mel’s neck aches where Abby and Nora sucked bruises into her skin, and she lets her fingers drag over them lightly. 

Nora just watches. “Yeesh. Sorry. Not sure we can hide those.”

Abby touches them too, thumb rough on her skin in a way that makes Mel gasp. “Better not. I like ‘em too much.” 

Mel chews on her lower lip, biting back something in her throat, something that stirs through her abdomen. Something she needs and doesn’t know how to ask for. 

“Abby…”

“Hmm?”

She feels stupid, doesn’t know the right words for what she means. Almost chokes on them before they slip out, quiet and rushed. “Let me taste you, please?”

Abby laughs a little. “You’ve already tasted me.”

“Not what she means, Abs,” Nora cuts in, ever practical, direct. It makes Mel flush a deeper red. 

Abby takes it in, smile growing under pretend seriousness. “You want to eat me out?”

That’s—even worse. But Mel doesn’t need to answer, because Abby is already stripping off the rest of her clothes, already letting Mel soak in the sight of her. All those muscles she’s hidden under tank tops and bomber jackets, which Mel carefully avoided staring at too closely—didn’t allow herself. Now Abby wants her to see.

Abby settles onto the bed and lets her thighs fall apart. She runs a hand over her bare chest, over the sheen of sweat there, down to the tuft of blonde hair that leads from her belly button between her legs. She spreads herself open—folds pink and wet and clit swollen between them. 

Mell just looks at the way she touches herself, the way she glistens. 

“Are you just going to stare?” Nora asks, startling her back to reality, “or you want to do something?”

Mel isn’t sure what she’s doing, at any point from when she lowers herself between Abby’s thighs to the first graze of her lips against skin. Nora, perched beside her, shows Mel where to put them—not where Abby needs them yet, but soft places along her inner thighs, the curve of her hip. Where she likes it. And she feels Abby start to tremble under her, feels her hips rise just a little, asking for more. 

“Be patient with our girl,” Nora warns her, a smile curling through her voice. “She’s still learning.” 

Nora’s hand roves Abby’s body, and Abby sighs when she reaches down to spread her open, putting her clit on full display. It pulses lightly, without even being touched.

“See how badly she needs you?”

Abby just whines. It’s such a desperate, pretty sound, and something in Mel swells hot and determined. Determined to make those sounds hers. 

She’s tentative at first, tongue making short passes through Abby’s wetness, enough to draw a sharp sound out of her and make her thighs twitch. Nora urges, tells her where to give her more pressure, where to ease up. She finds her rhythm, tongue heavier, more daring. When her nose brushes Abby’s clit, her hips jerk upward, thighs almost closing around Mel’s head. 

She’s startled at first, but then Nora’s laughing, cooing at Abby for being too sensitive. As she slides around behind Mel, she gives her a firm tap on the shoulder. “Mouth on her clit and you’ll make her see God.”

The thought alone sends shockwaves through her.

She lets Abby’s clit rest on her tongue first—just feeling the weight of it, the way it pulses with her heartbeat—faster when Mel digs her fingers into Abby’s thighs for a better grip. But then Abby is pushing her hips upward, growling with impatience. “Mel, please.”

Mel’s lips close around her. Abby makes a sharp, cut-off sound, muscles tensed. 

Behind her, she feels Nora lifting her hips, and the drag of something cold and hard through her wetness. She jolts at the touch, but Nora keeps her steady. Shushes her. “Think you can take one more?”

The words don’t register, not right away, but her body reacts to Nora’s voice like it’s the only thing that matters. She feels herself nudging backward onto Nora’s cock so that it presses at her entrance, asking. Pleading. 

“Keep that mouth working and let’s find out.” 

Nora eases the strap into her slowly, allowing Mel time to adjust to the stretch. She groans as she feels it opening her, mouth momentarily leaving Abby’s pussy—

“Keep going,” Nora reminds her.

And she does. She does the best she can, keeping her tongue moving on Abby to keep getting those broken, needy sounds out of her, while Nora pushes into her all the way. 

Her body wants to resist, wants to fight the feeling of too full, too much. 

Nora gives her a firm tap on the ass when she feels Mel starting to bear down. “Come on, open up for me. You can take it.”

Mel gasps against Abby’s thigh, can’t focus, just feels her resistance giving—taking Nora until she bottoms out, then fucking her slow and hard. Never gentle. 

Frustrated, Abby’s fingers coil into her hair, tugging until her scalp stings. It grounds her. She holds Mel where she needs her, and when the frantic swipes of Mel’s tongue aren’t enough anymore, starts to grind her hips into Mel’s mouth. 

She doesn’t have to think or do. Just lets herself feel, lets herself take all of it. 

And it’s too good, it’s too much—her body fights and tenses until Nora slips out entirely and she feels a burst of fluid dripping down her thighs. 

Nora holds her hips steady when she fucks into her again, fast and hard. It sounds even wetter, more obscene. “Fuck, Mel.” Her hips jerk erratically now, losing her own pace. 

Mel moans into Abby’s cunt, only held there by Abby’s fist tangled in her hair as she humps her mouth. Both of them using her exactly the way they need—she can taste how close Abby is, and when she gives a strained, “fingers, please,” Mel is already there. 

Clumsy, uncertain, she drags her fingers over Abby’s opening until she feels that give, that pull, taking her in. Abby’s warmth clenches around her, and Mel loses her breath again.

“So close—there—” Abby pants, guiding her inward—when her fingertips press upward, curling against her, she feels Abby jerk sharply, words turning to mushy whines and moans. 

She’s melting, too. Falling apart. Nora slips one hand between her thighs and thumbs over her clit.

For a moment, they are all suspended in it. All quiet, all slow, all on the threshold of breaking. Nora, deep and hard and unrelenting—Mel clinging to Abby’s thighs like a lifeline, mouth sloppy and wet and pulling something from deep inside Abby. Pulling and begging and drinking her up without a thought when Abby starts to spill out over her chin. 

Nora fucks her through it, and she doesn’t even know it’s happening until she’s throttling over the edge again, and she’s trembling and crying into Abby as she comes. 

-

Mel rests slack against Abby’s thigh when she feels Nora moving behind her, slipping out, leaving a hard kiss on her shoulder. “Still breathing?”

Mel just nods until she can speak again. 

-

Nora is the first to recover. “Christ,” she says, stretching. “We made a fucking mess, didn’t we?” Her hands are slick when they smooth over Mel’s back, and she shivers. “Think all three of us can fit in the shower?”

Abby’s still splayed out on the bed, body loose and open. She scratches at her temple. “I don’t have it in me, soldier. How bout you and Mel go clean up?”

Nora shoots her a look—both a question and a dare. And Mel feels a mix of heat—the warmth of being held, the dripping weight of exhaustion, and something stickier that clings to the insides of her lungs as she takes in the lean strength of Nora’s naked body. Something like desire and unfinished business. 

Nora gives Abby a peck on the cheek, and Abby groans at the affection: “You’re so gross, go shower, please.” But there’s no bite to it. “Take good care of her, okay Mel?”

“Yeah. Of course.” She’s caught in her own sincerity, feels the warmth of Abby’s smile on her. “But we’re hosing you down afterward.”

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They're curled on the couch under the bleachers—a long-forgotten hangout from Wolves past, and Nora’s favorite smoke spot. She has a joint dangling from her lips, pulling on it occasionally, while Abby drapes herself over Nora’s lap, head resting heavy in the crook of her hip. 

Two hits is pretty much all Abby needs to start to melt. Any more and she'll go spiraling into some out-of-body dissociative episode, and Nora prefers to avoid that—even if she's one of the only people who can talk her through it. 

She loves when Abby’s like this. Soft where she's usually hard, allowing herself the kind of touch she craves but never asks for. The constant, full-body kind, palms grazing Nora’s ribs, full weight settled onto her like a lap dog that doesn't know its size. 

They don’t talk about it much, whatever this is. The moment things turned from hard exteriors seeking comfort to two people tangled up completely with each other, Nora isn't sure. It was somewhere between the first time they came here, the desperate grabbing, rocking, frenzied need to get under clothes to skin as quickly as possible, somewhere between then and the quiet gestures… Abby leaving fresh coffee at the clinic while Nora was on break, knowing she was in for a late night. Crumpled notes with book recommendations—once, she even loaned Nora one of her prized paperbacks, all marked up and annotated like cryptic love notes. The moment it settled, though, was the ratty old sleep shirt with the worn-off graphic that Nora said she liked, just once, and then found it had mysteriously appeared (freshly washed) in her bedroom. 

Abby's thumbs glide under Nora’s sweatshirt and the thin t-shirt beneath, pleasantly rough. Spurred by finding uncovered skin, Abby pushes both layers of fabric upward—Nora shifts her hips to make this easier. 

Abby presses her lips to Nora’s abs. It’s a warm, lazy kind of touch that Nora can't imagine from anyone else. Not really looking for anything, not expecting, kissing just to kiss, just to feel, just because she wants to. 

When her teeth graze, it makes Nora shudder. Reminds her of the rougher moments between them, when they couldn’t quite figure out who was in control, neither ready to give it up just yet. Hard, needy bites along Abby’s throat that marked her for everyone else to see. Bruises on Nora’s hips from the way Abby ground her into her lap. Ripped threads of clothing discarded. 

It’s different now. Still fast and desperate sometimes, especially after patrol, especially when Abby looks too worn and too fucking tired for this world, when she needs something to remind her what she’s made of. When Scars hit their outposts and Nora watches soldier after soldier carted in, knowing she can’t help them. Because both of them are afraid of how close they are to losing something.

Nora lets herself sigh, the joint temporarily forgotten. Her fingers comb through Abby’s unbraided hair, and Abby feels them tighten. Looks up at her. Intuits what she wants. Those eyes turn from softly adoring to more determined, more needy. 

“Can I?” Abby's fingers are already working at her zipper. 

Nora just has to nod. Neither of them are huge talkers, and maybe that’s their downfall, not saying what they want. Finding it instead through layers of touch, small gestures that mean everything. 

Abby is slow and methodical, unzipping Nora’s jeans like a present. Then she pauses, sits back on her knees. It takes Nora a second to remember what she's looking at. 

“Is this a joke?”

“Oh, yeah.” Nora scoots herself upright, laugh crackling through her throat. “I forgot about that.”

Abby runs her fingers over the embroidery. ‘Lucky you,’ sewn into the inside fold of her jeans in white thread. 

“You did this yourself?” She sounds half-impressed.

“No,” she says cautiously, watching Abby's face. “An ex.”

There’s that hardening over, betrayed by the barely-there flush in her cheeks. Jealous. 

“Which one?”

“Do you actually want to know?” 

“Do I know her, at least?” Poor Abby. She doesn’t hide her insecurity well—as if Nora could look at anyone else now. Nora’s never said it, but the first time they actually kissed, she thought she might have dreamed the whole thing. Abby, combat boots and mountain of muscle, Abby going pink in the face when Nora offered her a joint, Abby gasping into her mouth like she was drowning. As if.

Nora clears her throat. “Maggie. She works in the kitchen.” And then, before Abby can argue: “You were with Owen.”

“Don’t remind me.” She settles back against Nora’s hip, this time more stiff, more distant, despite the heavy arm draped over Nora’s torso. After a few breaths, her fingers return to the embroidery. “You kept them, though.”

“Do you know how hard it is to find a pair of jeans that actually fits around here?” (When she finds work pants that actually give her enough breathing room, they’re usually several inches too long, and Nora resorts to rolling them above her ankles.)

“I do, actually.” When Abby laughs, it sends gentle puffs of warmth across her stomach. 

Nora unconsciously shifts closer, fingers tracing the edge of her jaw. “I’m sure I can find a seam ripper somewhere, if you hate it so much.”

“Ugh.” Abby lets out a low groan, vibrating through Nora’s core. “I don’t hate it.”

“You are lucky. You know that, right?”

“Shut up.” She presses a harder kiss into Nora’s hip, this time sucking in a little bruise until Nora whimpers. Then she soothes it over with her thumbs, admiring the mark. 

“You keep that up, I’ll give you one in a place you can’t hide.” 

“Hm. Maybe I’ll take you up on that.” Abby slides up her body, warm, wide palm replacing her lips on Nora’s stomach, and curls herself into Nora’s lips. 

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