#melabs

It didn't take long before Mel to be on her back beneath Abby. Owen had finally left for the day, giving the women some much needed privacy.

Abby pushed her thigh up between Mel's legs, giving her something to grind down against, like she knew Mel would ask for. Mel always asked for it, demanded it, and Abby always gave it to her.

Mel just grinned, pulling Abby down into a kiss, tugging the braid out of her hair so she'd have something to grab onto. "Take your shirt off," Mel whispered, leaving no room for argument. So, Abby obeyed, leaning back just enough to tug her tank top off. Then, she helped Mel out of hers.

Her hands immediately found Mel's breasts, giving them a firm squeeze, thumbs grazing over her hardening nipples through the thin fabric. Mel's head tilted back, just slightly, to which Abby grinned. She loved watching Mel when she touched her, it made the ache in her cunt grow more than anything.

"Did you get it?" Mel asked, threading her fingers through Abby's blond locks, hips rolling against her broad thigh, seeking any source of relief she could get.

Abby nodded, soft groans slipping from her lips every time Mel pulled on her hair. Mel always knew how to get her going. It was infuriating at times, especially when Mel would use it to her advantage. "Yeah, of course I did. The one you asked for."

Mel's smile widened and reached up with her free hand, brushing Abby's hair back, the soft touch making the taller woman shiver. "Then go get it," She whispered against Abby's lips.

Abby nodded, giving Mel another quick kiss before moving off the bed and walking to the dresser. She opened the drawer and grabbed the harness, along with the dildo Mel had picked out for her. A good seven inches, with a fair bit of girth, and a deep blue color. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't perfect for her. Maybe a bit big, especially for their first time using one. But Mel had picked it out, and Abby supposed she knew what she wanted.

She looked back over at the bed, watching as Mel slid her shorts off, her bra already neatly placed to the side. God, Mel was a sight. Her pale skin was a striking contrast to the dark sheets they kept on the bed. The little tuft of hair peeking above the waistband of her light pink panties made Abby's mouth water. Her eyes flicked down for a moment, settling on the faint wet patch in the fabric that sat snug against Mel's skin.

"Come on," Mel said, snapping Abby out of her thoughts. Abby nodded, pushing her sweatpants off and securing the harness, fumbling with it for a moment before she got it to sit on her hips. She walked back to the bed, her hand sliding between Mel's thighs as she climbed back on top of her.

Mel eagerly pushed her hips up against Abby's hand, the fingers brushing against her were almost too much. She was so needy. "Come on, Abs," She whispered, reaching down to guide Abby's hand to her waistband.

Abby nodded, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as she carefully tugged Mel's panties off, watching as they stuck to her core for a moment. She tossed them to the side, then quickly shifted closer. Mel made a mental note to scold her for it later, but now she was too focused on how good this was going to feel. One of Abby's hands found a place on Mel's hips, the other slipped back between Mel's thighs. She pushed in two of her fingers, Mel was so wet that they slid in easily.

When the cold air hit, Mel tensed for a moment, shivering. Then, the warmth of Abby's hand against her hit and she sighed, her hands on her thighs to hold her legs open for the woman eagerly fingering her.

After a few moments, Mel reached down and pulled Abby's hand back. "Please, Abs," She whispered, a hint of desperation that wasn't there before peaking through. Abby nodded, pulling her fingers out and offering them up to Mel's lips. Mel grinned, happily taking them into her mouth, licking them clean. Then, when Abby pulled her hand away, Mel leaned up to kiss her, letting Abby taste her on her tongue.

When they pulled apart, Mel was smiling. Abby couldn't help the grin that formed on her face, like it always did when she saw Mel grin like that. "You taste good," Abby whispered, to which Mel replied: "I know."

"I'm gonna, uh," Abby trailed off, gesturing down. Mel laughed, nodding, "Yeah, get on that," She whispered, pulling the blond closer. The tip of the toy brushed up against Mel's clit, making her shiver. Mel was practically dripping onto the sheets. Abby could feel warmth pooling in her pit of her belly just at the sight of her.

Abby reached down, her hand on the base, guiding it so the tip pushed against Mel's cunt, making her shudder. "Gently," She whispered, her big brown eyes meeting Abby's icy blue ones. Abby nodded, "I will be," She promised. As if she wasn't already going to be. It was their first time with anything like this, she didn't want to charge into it. She was tempted to stop, to make sure Mel was really okay and didn't need anything else to make it feel more comfortable. But she was sure Mel would scold her if she did.

Almost achingly slow, Abby pushed in. Mel bit down on her inner cheek, brow furrowed, trying her hardest not to tense up. It would feel better if she stayed relaxed, she reminded herself. Abby paused for a moment, watching her closely. She waited until Mel nodded before starting to move again.

Mel guided one of Abby's hands up to her chest, and the blond nodded, knowing what Mel wanted. She cupped one of Mel's tits, leaning down to press a kiss against the other as she pulled her hips back just enough to push back in, deeper this time. Mel's back arched off the bed and she groaned, and Abby was desperate to hear it again. She shifted, slightly, so it was more comfortable for them both.

"Put your legs around me," Abby whispered, to which Mel nodded and hooked her ankles around Abby's lower back. Abby sighed as she finally bottomed out, chewing on her bottom lip as her eyes traced Mel's face. The brunette's eyes were shut tight, her mouth had fallen open slightly, and her brow was knitted together. Soft huffs left her lips every few seconds as she attempted to relax.

Abby couldn't help herself from leaning down and pressing needy kisses to the corner of Mel's lips. "So pretty." She whispered between each kiss, it just made Mel more flustered.

"You can move," Mel finally whispered, the subtle sting fading into something sweeter. Abby nodded, still making sure her movements were gentle. She didn't want to hurt her.

Mel's huffs slowly shifted to louder, needier whines. "You act like I'm going to break," Her hands slipped back into Abby's hair, giving it a few soft tugs.

Abby's teeth grit together and she shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. But her hips bucked, forcing the dildo deeper into Mel's cunt. Mel groaned, nodding. "Like that," She affirmed. "I'm not fragile, Abby,"

Abby hesitated, shaking her head. She considered it, the possibility of hurting Mel still scared her, but the prospect of drawing more of those beautiful noises from her girlfriend's lips outweighed any fear.

So, she nodded, "Yeah, okay," She whispered, hands steadying herself on Mel's waist as she gave an experimental thrust. Her eyes were trained on Mel's face the entire time, double checking, making sure she didn't seem like she was in pain.

When Mel gasped and whined again, Abby knew she was doing something right. She found a rhythm fairly quickly, Mel pushing back against her. The wet sounds filled the room, making Abby's pussy clench. "Touch my clit," Mel whispered, "Please." Mel asking nicely was rare and Abby could't say no to it. She reached between them, quickly finding Mel's clit with two of her fingers. She brushed against it, finding it already swollen and needy.

Mel groaned, tensing up, her thighs trembling slightly. "There," She nodded, reaching down to guide Abby to press harder.

"You like that?" Abby whispered, hoping she didn't sound too out of breath. She was trying not to be quiet, like she usually to as during sex. Mel liked the affirmation. Mel nodded, panting, her hands gripping Abby's hair. "Yeah," She replied, breathlessly as Abby thrust into her.

It didn't take long before Mel was shaking in Abby's arms. She always came fairly quickly, especially when Abby rubbed her clit. Her moans turned soft and high pitched.

Abby knew her tells like the back of her hand and continued exactly how she had been. That was the easiest way to get Mel off. "Close?" She asked. Mel nodded, not giving a verbal reply, her brain was too mushy to think about anything more than Abby's hand on her clit or the toy fucking into her cunt. "Come on, baby," Abby coaxed. "I've got you."

Mel groaned, letting herself go. She gasped, thighs clenching Abby's waist, back arching. Her head fell back again as needy moans left her lips. Abby just worked her through it, grunting softly. Then, Mel placed a hand on Abby's shoulder when the overstimulation, signaling for her to stop.

Abby immediately froze, then pulled out, slowly, getting up to remove the harness. Mel winced at the feeling of being empty, but was quickly soothed when Abby returned with a wet cloth, cleaning between her thighs.

"Was that okay?" Came Abby's voice after a moment. Mel nodded, still spacey. "Perfect," She moved her hand up onto Abby's shoulder, pulling her down just enough to kiss her. "Let's do it again? Maybe we can trade spots."

Watching Mel with Owen was suffocating. The way Owen would place his hand on her lower back to guide her places. The way Mel hung onto his arm when they walked through the base. It was enough to make Abby leave the room when they entered.

Abby avoided Mel whenever she could, Owen was less avoidable as he actually searched for her when they hadn't talked. Mel, however, seemed content to never give Abby another glance. Ten years of friendship immediately going to nothing over a man. Fine. Whatever. Abby didn't care.

Then, patrol happened. Manny pulled some strings and got Abby and Mel on a supply drop off up to the school together. Of course he did. Abby had half a mind to lock him out of their room or to at least skip the patrol.

She couldn't afford to be on Isaac's bad side, so Thursday morning, she got up and got ready. She picked at her breakfast, then went to check out her gun, finding Mel already by the car, Owen at her side. With a roll of her eyes, Abby grabbed her gun, approaching the pair.

"I'll be okay." Mel was telling Owen, a hand on his arm. "It's just to the school. She does this route all the time." She assured him. Abby wanted to gag.

Owen noticed Abby first and he grinned. "Ugh. You." He said, a bit too playfully. Abby forced a smile, locking eyes with Mel. "You ready to head out?" She asked, ignoring Owen. He was always too eager for her attention. "Make Abs drive." He told Mel.

Mel nodded, handing Abby the keys. "We're taking ten. It's loaded already." She said, giving Owen a kiss, then walking to the car. Abby looked away, trying not to look too upset. Fucking Mel.

She gave Owen another forced smile, walking by him to get to the truck. She started the engine with a sigh. The drive shouldn't be too far, half an hour at most.

It was silent until they pulled up to the gate, Abby looked out the window, letting whoever was at the gate know they were headed to the school. Then, it was silent again. Way too awkward. It almost made Abby sad. A year ago they would have talked each other's ears off, when they were still friends.

"We have to walk back." Mel said, breaking the silence. Abby's eyes flicked over to Mel. The sun was hitting at an angel that highlighted her features.

"The fuck? Why?" Abby asked, stopping herself from staring, forcing her eyes back to the road. "It'll be dark by the time we get back."

"They need the truck to run out to the FOB." Mel replied, looking out the window. Abby huffed, mumbling something under her breath about how bullshit it was.

Abby's hands tightened around the wheel. "Doesn't seem safe. Surprised Owen let you out of his sight knowing that," She grumbled.

Mel just shrugged. "He didn't want me to. I told him I could handle it. He doesn't need to be all over me." She messed with the zipper of her jacket as she talked.

"Damn." Abby laughed, shocked at how bored Mel sounded. "He's really overbearing, huh? Thought he would have gotten over that."

Mel grinned, nodding. "Mhm. He's... a lot." She sighed, looking over at Abby for a second. "But I love him."

That made Abby's mood sour, the scowl falling back over her face. She didn't know why. She was over Owen. It just pissed her off knowing her best friend got with him the second they broke up. "Yeah." She replied, shortly. "School in twenty."

Mel seemed to pick up on the shift in mood and went quiet, looking back out the window. "We could see if they have an extra room there for the night." She offered. "There's people stationed out there. They should have something."

Abby just shrugged, not in the mood to talk. She kept her eyes on the path before her, desperately trying not to think of how Mel spoke about Owen. Her stomach twisted and it felt like her breakfast was trying to come back up.

When they finally made it to the school, Abby helped them unload the heavier supplies while Mel went in to unpack some of the basic first aid supplies.

Once the supplies were unloaded, Abby wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "Hey." She said to the person she was working with, a lithe girl with ginger hair. She'd seen her around a few times but they'd never talked. "Do you guys have an extra room or something? Mel said you need the truck to run stuff to the FOB and it's not safe to walk back."

The girl nodded, "We should. Won't be a full dorm like at the stadium, but it'll get you through the night." She said, leading Abby back inside. "Makeshift med bay's to the left, rooms to the right. The last one on the left is open. Might be a single, I dunno, but it'll work." She said, then she was off, presumably to get the truck loaded for the shipment out.

Abby thanked her, then walked into the medical area. She spotted Mel with her back turned, humming to herself as she presumably unloaded boxes. Abby wiped her hand on her shirt and cleared her throat. "Room is across the hall. Last door on the left."

Mel nodded, turning to face Abby after a moment. "We can go down there. I'm done here." She tossed the empty box by the door as she walked across the hall.

Abby sighed, following her. She'd been hoping she could have some alone time before having to share more space with Mel, but whatever. She could just deal. She pushed the door open, letting Mel go in first.

"You're kidding." Abby groaned. Yeah, the girl had mentioned it might be a single bed, but she'd been hoping it wasn't. "You can take the bed, Mel." She grumbled, dropping her bag by the door.

Mel shook her head, placing her bag beside Abby's. "You can, if you want." She said, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at Abby with those big brown eyes.

The taller girl rolled her eyes, not replying. She just sat by the bed, back to Mel. She could still feel Mel's eyes on her. Stupid doe eyes. Stupid one bed. Stupid Owen.

"Abby-"

"I said it's fine." She snapped. She wasn't really sure why. Just tired.

"Okay, what is your problem?" Mel stood up, walking over so she was in front of Abby.

Abby huffed, ignoring her for a moment, then looked up. "My problem? I can't offer you the bed?"

"I mean- Yeah! But you've ignored me and gotten all pissed when I've talked to you." Mel huffed. Usually, it didn't bother her. She was fine with them dancing around each other, but they needed to talk about whatever this was.

Abby got up to face Mel, looking down at her. "Look. I'm just not in the mood, okay?" She glared, mood souring when Mel spoke again.

"Is it because of Owen? You always shut down when he's brought up."

Abby scoffed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "No." She said, though she was already shutting down, which Mel knew.

Mel rolled her eyes, shoving Abby's shoulders. "Come on, Abby. You're not a good liar. You never were." She stepped closer.

The push was the last straw. She'd had a long day and the last thing she needed was Mel shoving her around. She grabbed the brunette's hips and yanked her closer. "Just shut up, Mel." She said, getting in her face. then, pushed her back again. "I'm not doing this right now."

Mel scoffed, "Right now? You never want to do this." She stepped back towards Abby, this time sitting next to her on the bed. "I'm tired of having to walk on eggshells around you, Abby, seriously."

Abby shifted away from Mel, grumbling something under her breath. "Fuck you, Mel. I told you I'm not doing this."

Then, Mel pushed her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her. Abby's eyes were wide as she stared up at the shorter girl. "Mel, what the fuck are you doing? Get off me." Yes, she could easily move her, but she wanted Mel close. Just in case she needed to defend herself, she thought.

"I'm keeping you here until you tell me your problem. Because it's clearly something." Mel grabbed Abby's arms, forcing them down at her sides. Abby almost looked helpless. Mel liked that.

Abby was at a loss for words, she'd hardly seen Mel like this before. "Mel, stop-" She started, but was cut off.

Mel couldn't speak, she just leaned down and pressed her lips against Abby's. It was only for a millisecond, then she pulled back, looking at the expression on the woman beneath her's face. Abby liked that, Mel could see it. "You're pissing me off."

Abby was frozen for a second, but then she forced her hands free and grabbed Mel's cheeks, yanking her back down into another kiss. "I'm pissing you off?" She rolled her eyes as she flipped them over, forcing Mel onto her back. "You got with my boyfriend a month after we broke up and now you want to be all civil? That's funny."

Mel frowned, hands sliding up Abby's shirt, yanking it off. "Not my fault he was over you." She countered.

Abby shivered when she felt Mel's cold hands on her stomach. She pushed Mel's jacket off, glaring down at her. "Yeah, whatever. I don't care that he was over me. I care that we were together for three years and then you didn't even wait a month."

"He asked me!" Mel defended, caught up in how Abby's muscular back felt against her hands.

"And you could have said no!"

"I wanted to say yes!"

"Shut up!" Abby yanked her into another kiss. "Doesn't fucking matter anymore. I don't care!" She said when they pulled apart.

"You seem like you care." Mel huffed, tugging on Abby's braid. "You still like him, don't you?"

"No." Abby replied, immediately, smacking Mel's hand off her braid. She refused to acknowledge how much it turned her on. "He's desperate."

Mel nodded, her free hand moving to Abby's chest. "You like me." She added. "That's why you get weird when I talk to him."

Abby started to reply, but the words wouldn't come out. She stopped herself, trying to sort out her thoughts. "Fuck you." She mumbled.

"I wish you would." Mel sighed, it almost sounded like a confession. Abby pressed their lips together, pulling Mel's thighs around her hips. "If you mention Owen, I'll stop."

Mel just nodded, yanking Abby closer. "Whatever." She mumbled, already plotting how she was going to rile Abby up next. "Just keep kissing me."

Abby was very happy to oblige, especially if it kept Mel quiet. She only pulled back to tug Mel's shirt off over her head, hands immediately resting on her chest.

"Don't boss me around." She said after a moment, but let Mel tug her back into another kiss.

Mel scoffed, "You're not putting up a fight." She pushed Abby back, just enough to see that pretty pout on her face. "I think you like it." She grinned, tugging on Abby's braid again. "Come on, Abs. Touch me."

Abby nearly choked, caught off guard by the request. "I- Fuck." She whispered, forcing herself to stop. "Owen's gonna kill me."

"If he finds out." Mel added, running her hands down Abby's sides, up under her bra. "Which he won't, because we won't tell him." She grinned as she tugged Abby's bra off, leaning up to press light kisses against her nipple.

Abby was getting ready to protest when she felt Mel's tongue dart out against her chest. She gasped, holding her head there. "Right- We won't tell him." She agreed, just focused on how good Mel was with her mouth.

"No talking about Owen. You said so." Mel nodded, placing her lips around Abby's nipple, sucking gently before moving to give the of-her side the same attention. Her hand slipped between Abby's thighs, into her pants, finding Abby already slick. "Needy?" She asked, teasing, as if her panties didn't also have a wet spot in them.

Abby nodded, helping Mel with her pants. "Mhm. Been a while." She defended herself, hips rolling against Mel's hand as her fingers traced teasingly around her clit.

"Since?" Mel tilted her head, rubbing tight circles into Abby's pussy, relishing in the little huffs she got when her fingers snagged over Abby's clit.

Abby just sighed, reaching down to guide Mel's hand. "A while." She repeated, eyes closing as Mel zeroed in on where Abby needed her most.

Mel nodded, picking up on what she meant. Abby probably hadn't been touched like this since the breakup, maybe before. She never did seem like the type, especially after losing her dad. "Poor girl. Pent up?"

Abby nodded, whining. "You have no fucking clue." She whispered. For the first time in years, her arms were struggling to hold her weight up. Her thighs were already tensed. "Come on, Mels." She whimpered.

"Close?" Mel assumed, speeding up her touches. "Let go, Abby. I know you wanna." She watched Abby's brow crease and the way she bit her lip. Abby's hips rutted down against Mel's hand, desperately chasing the feeling.

It wasn't too much longer before Abby was falling apart on top of Mel, face buried against the brunette's shoulder, silent sobs wracking her body. All while Mel whispered gentle praises into her ear and pressed kisses to her jawline. "Such a good girl."

When Abby came down from the high, she had her whole weight on top of Mel. Though, the smaller woman didn't seem to mind. She was rubbing Abby's back, pressing kisses against her head. Abby wasn't sure if she realized, but Mel was grinding up against her abs.

Abby decided Mel deserved a a thank you. So, she kissed down Mel's chest, unhooking her bra in the back and peppering kisses over her chest. She leaned back, frowning when she saw a faded hickey on the side of one of Mel's breasts. She huffed and leaned down, sucking a deep mark just to the left of it, making sure it'd stay for a while.

"Abby!" Mel scolded, pushing her back slightly. "You want Owen to find out?" Her eyes traced Abby's face, clearly she had no regrets.

"Oh, boo-hoo. He can't see you shirtless for a week. You'll both live." Abby grumbled, placing another mark right over the faded one, almost as if she was marking her territory. "Just let me."

Mel scoffed, making herself relax, pushing Abby's head down towards her stomach. "Hurry." She said, after a moment.

Abby nodded, thumbs tracing Mel's hips, noticing she was gaining a bit of weight, she had been for a couple weeks now. She liked it. Mel was far too skinny, Abby thought. She unbuttoned Mel's pants, tugging them off before guiding Mel's thighs up onto her shoulders.

"I'm the needy one?" Abby asked, eyes locking onto how Mel's panties stuck to her pussy, outlining her swollen clit. "You're soaked, Mels."

Mel sighed, reaching down to tug her panties to the side, wanting Abby to hurry up. It just made her freeze. Mel was so pretty. Pink and glistening, her hole tensed up around nothing. "God, Mel." Abby whispered, leaning closer to press a chaste kiss right against her entrance. She pulled back, lips stained with Mel's juices, making the woman above her whine.

"Hurry." Mel whispered, hands sliding into Abby's hair to force her down. Abby happily went along, tongue finding Mel's clit, lavishing it with licks and gentle kisses. She wasn't the best at giving head, clearly it was her first time, but Mel didn't care. Abby's mouth was on her and she'd reached up to press a finger deep into her cunt. Better than Owen had done the last time he had her like this.

Abby groaned, her hips grinding against the bed beneath her as she pushed a second finger into Mel, making her hiss. "Sorry."

Abby whispered, too caught up in how good she tasted to stop. Mel shook her head, guiding Abby's face against her. "Gently." She reminded, smiling when Abby slowed down.

Mel started to grind down, unable to stop it. Her thighs tensed around Abby's head as the blonde's fingers poked at her g-spot. "Abby!" She warned, "Close! Please, don't stop." She begged, voice going high and whiney. "Please."

Abby whimpered as Mel tensed around her. She lapped at her clit, sucking it into her mouth, making sure she gave it enough attention. She knew she was doing good when Mel's hips bucked up and her cunt started to spasm. "Good girl." She whispered, working her through it.

Tears pricked up in Mel's eyes, the pleasure was just way too much. "God- Abs-" She choked out, needy moans cutting her words off. Abby just nodded, slowly helping Mel down from the high. She leaned back and tugged Mel's panties off.

"Abs, no. Too sensitive." Mel whined, but Abby just scoffed. She grabbed her shirt and poured a bit of water onto it, gently wiping Mel off. "I'm just cleaning you." Abby mumbled, making sure not to push too hard.

Mel relaxed at that, hands going to cup Abby's cheeks. "Using your only shirt to wipe my cunt?" She laughed, making Abby roll her eyes. "I'm sure someone on base has an extra shirt."

"Like that ginger girl you were flirting with?" Mel poked Abby's shoulder.

"Careful, Mels. You almost seem jealous." Abby tossed her shirt onto the ground and laid beside Mel. "And we weren't flirting. Knock it off."

Mel just shrugged and laid her head onto Abby's chest. "Yeah, sure." She yawned, cuddling close. Abby tentatively wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her back. "You need sleep. Just... rest."

"Don't have to tell me twice." Mel yawned, pressing a kiss to Abby's collarbone. "Thank you, for that. You did good. Even if I do have to keep my bra on around Owen for a week now." She traced over the hickeys on her chest.

"Owen can get over it. You look good with those." Abby yawned, rolling onto her side, away from Mel. "Night, Mel." She said, already half asleep.