#wlf

It wasn’t often you and Abby were paired together on patrol. 

Isaac knew of your relationship, and of course was diligent in keeping you separated when it comes to work. There had been multiple occasions of your teammates finding you two locking lips in a tent or the corner of the room.  

Neither of you would admit to threatening the soldiers who caught you doing more. 

So, when you saw your names paired together on the rota the night before, your heart raced with excitement. 

Abby too, her hands locking with yours as you walk back to your shared room. 

---  

“Come on, Abby. Why don’t we take a break?” You almost-whine, clutching the strap of your rife, “I’m tired.”  

Abby only chuckles under her breath from in front of you, her powerful strides carrying her faster than you. 

“You don’t even know where we are! We’re lost!” You shout, exasperated. You push your legs farther to catch up, glaring at the side of her face as she continues on through the endless woods. 

She scoffs in a mock-offended way, “We’re not lost.”  

She may say that, but you can tell in the way her eyes dart across your surroundings, that you most definitely are lost. 

You're the one to scoff now, “Huh, yeah. Definitely not lost, but we’ve been walking through these woods for the past two hours-” 

“Well, if you know where we’re going, smartass, then you lead the way.” Abby huffs, stopping still in her path, making you faceplant straight into her broad back. 

“Abby! For fucks-” Your words are abruptly interrupted, however, by the sight of a building ahead. It's the first building you’ve seen for miles, the first sign of what used to be civilisation for miles. 

As everything is in this world, it dishevelled to say the least; windows smashed through, leaving shards of glass all over the moss-covered concrete floor. But it’s only when you get closer do you notice it for what it actually is. 

A sex shop. 

Or, what used to be a sex shop. 

You sneak a glance at Abby, realising that her eyes are already on you, “You want to go in?” She asks with an undertone of excitement. 

You only shrug, leading the way into the shop. 

There's not much left, and all you can think is who is raiding sex shops in the middle of an apocalypse, but brush over it when you find the holy grail of finds for lesbians in the apocalypse. 

A slick leather harness, sitting right there in front of you. You can almost see it illuminated by light, whispering to you: pick me up... 

And you do, running a finger over the smooth leather. 

But what would a harness be without a strap on? 

And that’s when you feel Abby’s presence at your back, her warmth radiating on to you. In her hands, the very object you’ve been waiting for. Something to slip into that metal ring and wear as if it's attached to your own body. 

The blonde lets out a huff of a laugh, “It was still in the box,” she removes her pack from her back to shove the fake dick far into the bottom. She reaches out a hand to take the harness and you give it over. You watch as she does the same. 

“I’m still letting it soak in boiling water. Don't need any UTIs.” You chuckle, leaning against the counter and feeling the electric tension between you two. 

Abby nods, before standing and swinging the backpack over her shoulder once again. “We should focus on getting home first.” She mutters, nodding her head towards the door. 

“You’re right, considering you got us lost.” 

She throws her head back in annoyance and lets out a groan, “Let’s just find the truck!” 

--- 

It took a good few hours before finding the truck again and making your way back to the stadium. Abby continued to insist that she knew where she was going, even though you passed the shop another couple of times before reaching the truck. 

As soon as you reached the threshold of the stadium and put the truck in park, Abby grabbed your hand and tugged you straight up to your room. Isaac could wait for your debrief. 

The door shut and her hands immediately found you, pulling your body flush against hers, one hand on your waist and the other sliding into your hair. 

Your brain catches up when you hear Abby let out a small groan against your lips, the sound making the heat in your stomach increase.  

Her hands were hot on your body, guiding you by the hips towards the bed. Your shins hit the edge, sending you flat onto the mattress. Abby follows, her warmth enveloping you completely. 

Your hands slide up her broad shoulders, pressing back slightly, “Abby-” She gives you one last kiss before allowing you to pull away and rests her forehead against yours. 

“Hmm?” She hums, lips still brushing yours. 

“Go boil the strap.”  

Abby's composure breaks at that, a spluttering laugh escaping her. “What?”  

You smile, watching her cheeks turn red, “Go put it in boiling water. Like I said earlier, I don’t want any UTIs.” 

She shakes her head, before pushing herself off you and rips the items you found out of her pack. 

Once Abby dropped the plastic dick in the boiling water to soak, she pounces on you once again. Though, this time, your head rests comfortably against the pillow. Her lips hit yours immediately, the kiss deepening within seconds. 

Her tongue invades your mouth eagerly, the hot muscle battling with yours for dominance. You let her win, this time. 

Her hair, still in her usual tight braid slips down her shoulder, the end brushing against the top of your breast and prompting you to remove the band. Her hair is always something you admire about her; the locks long, soft and surprisingly well taken care of, with a beautiful golden tint which practically glows in the sun. 

The release of tension in her skull causes Abby to let a moan slip against your lips, sending vibrations deep in your body. Her hands tighten against the hem of your shirt, before giving in. She pulls you up and tugs it over your head, the bra quickly following. 

You don’t let her push you back down, however, ripping her own shirt off her muscular body before pressing yourselves back together. 

Abby's mouth, instead of returning to yours, trails down the side of your neck, pausing to leave a couple purple marks that you will definitely get shit for by your regular patrol group tomorrow. 

She trails her lips down, latching one against your hardened nipple, one of her hands reaching up to roll the other one between her thumb and forefinger. Your back arches into her, hand sliding though the loose strands of her hair to guide her mouth against your chest. 

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, tongue swirling around the hardened nub. The pleasure increases when she moans out at the feeling of your thigh reaching the apex of her thighs. 

You could cum at the sight of her rubbing against it, plump ass sliding back and forth underneath her clothes. 

Without thinking, you pull her off your chest, ignoring the small whine of annoyance she lets out to unbutton her trousers. Abby lets you tug them off with her underwear. 

Her wet pussy returns to your thigh, this time bare, and continues to grind against the rough fabric. She's dripping—arousal leaving a large wet stain across your cargos. Now you can see her freely, her ass tightening with every thrust, and her face scrunching with the pleasure. 

You still have your grip on her hair, forcing her to face you as she chases an orgasm by humping your thigh like a dog. 

Small whines escape her lips, head tilted slightly and eyes squeezing shut, “Feel good, baby?”  

She opens her eyes to look at you like the good girl she is, and nods, “Yes—yes! Feels so good.” Her words are slurred with pleasure, her brain failing to recognise anything other than pleasure as she brings herself closer and closer to her orgasm. 

You release your grip on her hair, allowing her to throw her head back, to bring the free one to her hip, dragging her body back and forth in little thrusts against the length of your thigh.  

Her whines turn into moans, brain pushing out the only words she remembers—your name. Its scrambled and incoherent, but you know exactly what she’s trying to tell you. 

“Come for me, Abby.” You order, hands helping her hips drag harder against your flexed thigh. 

She does as told, a loud string of moans and curses flying out her mouth as she releases against you, leaving the wet patch of arousal even bigger as her cum soaks into the ruined fabric. 

She rides the pleasure out, breath stuttering and hips slowing and she comes down. 

“Holy shit...” She breathes out, falling forward, but bracing her hands either side of your face. 

You lean up to peck her lips before guiding her down onto her side, “Still up for using the strap?” You ask, watching as she immediately perks up at the words. 

Without saying anything, Abby jumps off the bed, butt naked, and picks the toy out of the, now lukewarm, water. She makes her way back to you manoeuvring into the leather harness and tightening the straps snug against her taut ass. When fully secured, she guides the toy into the ring. 

She wears it as if connected to her body, with a confidence you’ve only ever seen her wear when taking down a scar or ramming a metal pipe into a clicker’s face. 

You pull her back over you, allowing her to tug your trousers and underwear off and run her lips down your sensitive body to come face to face with your core. She leaves hot, wet kisses up and down the length of your thighs, and you know she’s going to tease you until you force her to do otherwise. 

“Come on, Abby.” You huff out, needing her mouth on you. 

“What? What do you need?” She asks, feigning ignorance. 

You squirm underneath her, raising your hips towards her mouth. She has none of it, bracing her forearm against your hips to press you into the mattress. The outward display of strength turns you on even more. 

“You want my mouth?”  

You nod, your hand returning to her hair and holding onto the strands, “Yes! Please...”  

Before you can think further, she licks a long stripe from your entrance to your aching clit. Your back arches in response, hand tightening in her hair. 

She moans against you, sending vibrations through your sensitive body as she leaves kitten licks over the bundle of nerves. 

You pull her further against you, her mouth tightening around your clit and sucking tightly, making you throw your head back with a string of moans. 

It's just when the orgasm is building does she stop, lifting her head from between your thighs and flipping onto her back, the fake dick standing tall between her legs. 

“Sit on my face.” She demands. 

And you do, hoisting yourself up and throwing one leg over her face. You hover at first, testing the waters, but also because you know that it would irritate her. Abby doesn’t tolerate you hovering, she always insists on you sitting fully against her face. 

That's immediately what she does, hooking her arms around your thighs to pull you flush against her face. 

You moan at the feeling, one hand gripping the headboard and the other returning to her hair. 

Her tongue enters your dripping entrance, filling you up, while the ridge in her nose provides the perfect position to bump against your clit with every hump over her face. 

You can feel yourself soaking her—she’s probably practically drowning underneath you, but she never cares. 

The orgasm builds quicker this time, the heat in your stomach tightening and tightening with every thrust against Abby’s face, her nose rubbing your clit perfectly, sending tingles down your thighs. The skin will surely have bruises tomorrow with how tightly Abby’s holding on. 

You press down once more, her name escaping you with a shout, your hands tightening in her hair as you ride out the powerful orgasm. 

You lift off her face, seeing her completely covered in the remains of your juices and sticky cum. But she just gives you that cocky smirk as she licks her lips, tasting what’s left of you. 

You fall next to her against the bed this time, allowing her to roll back over you once more. This time, the blunt head of the fake dick rubs against your sticky pussy, smearing left-over cum around the plastic. 

It's a decent size; 6 inches and relatively girthy.  

So, when Abby pushes in, you can’t help but take a deep breath at the feeling, attempting to relax as much as possible. 

“You okay to continue?” She asks thoughtfully, pausing her thrust. 

You nod, hips tilting towards her, “Yeah, go on.” 

She nods back and continues, until she’s balls deep inside you. The sight is maddening, having Abby so connected to you making your head spin. 

She tests the waters slightly, bracing an arm near your head and moving her hips in a shallow thrust. Discomfort soon melts into white-hot pleasure as she continues, hips rolling back and forth as if she was born to fuck you with it. 

She presses completely against you, arms bracketing your head and forehead against yours. Her hips work in a rhythmic motion, thrusting into you with the biggest thing you’ve ever taken. 

The size had intimidated you, but within five minutes, Abby had you as putty in her arms.  

Your legs wrap around her hips to bring her closer, one arm around her neck and the other resting right above her buttock.  

She speeds up slightly, chasing her own pleasure against the back of the toy, which presses perfectly against her clit. Your hand slides down fully to grab her ass, forcing her deeper into you. 

The head bumps gently against your cervix, the white-hot pleasure turning your brain to mush, before Abby’s hand slides down between you to rub tight circles over your hardened clit. 

The pressure in your abdomen winds tight once again, clamping down against the dick inside of you, making Abby’s thrusts turn into deep grinds. 

“You gonna cum, baby?” She asks against your lips, rubbing in time with her hips. 

You can only nod desperately against her, brain unable to form coherent sentences, before the orgasm rips through your body. 

Abby follows soon after, you both letting pleads of each other’s names slip against each other.  

Her face soon meets your neck, as she comes down, sagging against you with her dick still deep inside. Your hand soothes through her hair, attempting to catch your breath and stop your legs from shaking so much. 

“We need to do that again.”