[electricalienn]

One of my favorite things to do in RDR 2 is read the journal, and I thought about how important and interesting journals are in video games. It's a way to get to know the main character better and how they really reacts to what happens in the story.

So I made a silly meme, hahaha.

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Detail and edit: The Cave of the Storm Nymphs, 1903, by Edward Poynter.

[alcohol-veins]

It’s Just a Party

this is my first ever fic. please be kind. pairing: bestfriend!abby x reader word count: 5.3k synopsis: after your girlfriend breaks up with you, you decide to use your best friend of 2 years to make her jealous cw: top!abby, bottom!reader, switch!abby, switch!reader, oral sex (r!receiving, abby!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), semi-public sex, slight choking, face grinding, demanding (?)

graphic content: minors and men DNI!

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“This is so stupid,” Abby chuckles with her eyebrow cocked. Your best friend of 2 years after meeting at a karaoke bar with mutuals.

 You immediately noticed her size as she towered over everyone with her height and muscular physique. Her body is insane; arms large and defined enough to show through the long sleeve shirt she was wearing, and thighs as big as your waist. While her body was the first thing you noticed, you weren’t blind to how beautiful she was. Her blue eyes sharp yet gentle, nose striking and strong, her full lips that tug into an adorable smile as she laughs, her skin clear and soft in the purple and blue lights of the dive you were in. She’s stunning.

You two bonded over the same music and shows while sharing the same sense of humor, laughing at your friends’ renditions of bad pop songs. You exchanged numbers at the end of the night, leading to texting every day. Nothing romantic or sexual ever came from your friendship, it was just an immediate bond that couldn’t be explained.

“No, it’s not! You know how bad she was to me,” you say in a drawled-out whine as you push her arm.

“Yeah. Which is why I kept trying to convince you she was horrible and to leave her,” her voice being stern while huffing out a laugh.

Tris, your ex-girlfriend of 6 months. Abby never liked her; she hated her pissy attitude and brooding face during every hang out. She would look at you and Abby with a confused face when you guys would exchange jokes. Abby kept telling you how muted she had made you. You always thought she was being dramatic, and it wasn’t until Tris broke up with you because you “prioritize Abby more than your own girlfriend” that you realized Abby was right.

“Yeah yeah I know,” you let out in a monotone annoyed voice as you roll your eyes. “You’ve given me the whole ‘I told you so’ speech a thousand times. Which is WHY I have to get her back,” you huff in exclaim as your hands shuffle through the hangers in your closet, holding shirts up and putting them back as they weren’t hot enough.

“What makes you think she’s even gonna be there?” she slightly shakes her head and throws her hand up in question, grasping at any straws that could get her out of this.

“Because she always goes to Leah’s parties, you know that,” you continue to sort through your closet to find the shirt Tris always loved.

Abby scoffs and sighs as she crosses her arms with a hesitant look on her face, looking at her feet. You put your head down and walk over to her.

“Look, I’m sorry for being so pushy,” you say genuinely. “But wouldn’t it be great to see her fuming after all the shit she put me through?” you put your hand on her shoulder in a slap and cock your head to the side while narrowing your eyes. She watches the desperation grow stronger on your face. She knows you’re not going to stop asking until she caves. Abby throws her head back, arms still crossed and lets out a dramatic sigh.

“Fiiine, I’ll do it. But you owe me.”

A squeal bursts out of your wide smile as you throw your arms around her shoulders and neck.

“Thank you thank you thank you! I swear, you’ll get whatever you want after this,” you run back to your closet to continue your search.

Abby lets out a chuckle as she rolls her eyes and sinks onto your bed.

“God, I’m gonna regret this,”

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You’re dressed in a black mesh top with a black bra underneath, fishnets, and the shortest, tightest pair of shorts you owned. Dramatic and precise wings line your eyes accompanied by black smoky shadow and glitter that coat your lids. Your one expensive perfume sticks to the scented lotion on your skin and pulse points, emitting a sweet and musky aroma everywhere you walked. Confidence radiates from you, you feel like nothing could possibly ruin the high you feel right now. Abby let you dress her, as she didn’t know what “look hot” meant in your instructions. You put her in a black t-shirt with sleeves that hug her biceps, ripped dark wash straight leg jeans, a leather jacket, and black boots. With persistent begging, you convinced her to let you put her hair half up rather than in her signature braid. The only compromise being that she wouldn’t accessorize, the most she was willing to do was hang her keys on her belt loop. You have to admit, she looks very hot. Abby never put much effort into her appearance, it made her feel awkward and conceited. To see her so put together and as the epitome of masc, you couldn’t help but stare. Your attraction to her has always lingered, but you loved her too much as a friend to even try to pursue it.

When you walked in, the party was in full swing. Colored lights, dancing and sweating bodies, and the music vibrating through the entire house. It was hot and humid from all the people; it was impossible to walk without having to squeeze through people. You look over at Abby, whose face had “overstimulation” written all over it. You grab her hand to get her attention; you lean up toward her ear.

“Wanna go to the kitchen to get drinks?” you attempt to shout over the music. Abby quickly nods, noticing the kitchen has significantly more room to stand.

You continue to hold Abby’s hand to not lose her in the crowd. Her hand large and strong, gripping yours firmly. You guide her through the crowd toward the kitchen.

After seemingly endless “sorry”s and “excuse me”s, you finally make it to the counter and find a half full bottle of vodka accompanied by a 2 liter of Coke. You pour yourself and Abby a mixture of the two into solo cups. You hand one to Abby who takes a sip.

“Remind me to never let you make our drinks ever again, you fucking suck at it,” she says as she winces and furrows her eyebrows from how strong the drink is. You laugh and hit her arm.

“Hey! I figured you’d need something strong to help me do this.” You explain as a half attempt to make her forgive your horrible drinks.

The sting of the alcohol hits the back of your throat as you begin to scan the crowd, looking for Tris or any friends of hers. No luck. You and Abby decide to plant yourselves next to the counter while attempting to act as regular party goers. The two of you laugh at the terrible dancers that populate the makeshift dance floor. For a second, you could swear that Abby is actually having a good time, and surprisingly you are too.

As the night goes on, multiple drinks are downed, creating a buzz in your head. Neither you nor Abby spot your intended target, frustration begins to grow inside your chest as you secretly hope you didn’t waste your outfit and makeup. The mixture of your buzz and disappointment make you feel heavy. Abby nudges your arm, interrupting your pity party. You look at her as she nods toward the wall behind you. You look over and see her across the room. Tris, leaning against the wall, talking with friends, arm lazily draped over another girl’s shoulders. Your ego is bruised, not realizing how quickly she was able to move on. You nod and purse your lips in bitter acceptance of the sight. Abby notices your face drop which only angers her. She hurts for you and hates that someone could be so inconsiderate and horrible to you.

“Let’s go dance,” Abby says in your ear suddenly, having a newly found confidence from her resentment and slight buzz. You’re shocked by her proposal, she hates dancing, always has. Before you could question it, Abby is dragging you by your arm to the middle of the dance floor.

“Are you sure?” you shout toward Abby as you arrive at a slightly open spot. She looks at you and nods with a shrug.

“Fuck it. And fuck her,” you almost didn’t recognize her. She looked so confident, so determined. You liked it.

Your hips start to sway a bit, getting used to the rhythm. You admit it, you’re a bit stiff. The confidence that once filled your body was jaded by seeing Tris with someone else. Your gaze keeps drifting towards her, only torturing yourself more. Abby notices your eyeline, she shifts you both so that your back faces Tris. She leaned toward your ear:

“You’re really not gonna let some bitch ruin your night, are you?”

You look up at Abby, her face radiating with smugness and challenge, she always knew how to egg you on and bring out your stubbornness. It gave you the confidence to really dance. You swing your hips more confidently and skillfully, moving your hands up your body landing in your hair to fluff it a bit. Abby watches you while swaying to the beat. She couldn’t believe how hot you looked, seeing you in your element looking so carefree. The heat of her body gets closer to you; she moves her hands onto your hips and waist. You face her as you make eye contact, her eyes piercing and showing awe. Your hands meet her shoulders, gliding them across her collar bones and chest while continuing to dance. A smile creeps onto Abby’s face as she follows your lead, moving her body with yours. She glances up and notices Tris glaring from across the room. Their eyes meet, creating tension from tens of feet away. Abby glares and chuckles cockily.

“Your girl is staring,” she says while still holding eye contact with Tris. This sparks something in you. A wave of vengeance and resentment rushes through you all at once. Every time Tris made you feel stupid or crazy rushes through your mind. How she replaced your interests with hers, making you think they were shared between you. Her trying to tell you that Abby was only trying to come between you two. Her flirting with girls in front of you and then making you feel crazy for getting mad. The memories feel like flashes through your mind, it was dizzying. You look at Abby with a small smirk and narrow eyes.

“Good.”

You press your body into Abby’s; the two of you collide as your arms sling around her neck. She takes the hint and wraps her arms around your waist, making her rest her face in the crook of your neck. You had expected to feel awkward in this position. Being best friends for years, you never even did anything more than a casual hug when saying bye to each other, and now you’re in a position that couldn’t get your bodies closer. Maybe it was just the alcohol loosening both of you up. Her arms flex, making you feel her strength as she presses you further into her embrace. Heat fills your body, a knot forming in your chest and stomach. The smell of pine mixed with vodka and mint meet your nose, intoxicating you, making your buzz stronger. Her nose and mouth run across your neck as you both continue to sway and push yourselves against each other. You pull back, suddenly feeling nervous to be so close to her. Your faces are close, too close. The look in her eyes inviting you in, putting you in a trance. Thoughts are speeding through your head as the fear of messing up your friendship creeps into your chest.

You turn your back to Abby, attempting to create some sort of barrier, still within her grasp she grips your hips to pull you against her again. Her abs flex through her shirt against your back as she continues to move her body against yours with the rhythm of whatever song was playing. You can’t get yourself to focus on the music anymore. Tris is erased from your memory. All that you know is how good your best friend feels against you, how the sweat of her hands sticks to your waist, how the smell of secondhand smoke clings to her shirt. You start to grind into her. Your eyes close, focusing on the feeling, the rest of the party melting away. The vibrations of the music travel through your body from the floor. Fire and electricity were radiating from your body from the feeling of Abby’s hands gripping your hips to grind against you, mixing with the heat and sweat. You bring your hand up to grab the side of her neck to pull her face down to the crook of your neck once again. You can feel her breath and soft lips brush against you. She hums against your neck, giving you goosebumps and making you gulp.

“You smell good,” she says breathily in your ear, causing you to shiver as you let out a hum. You firm your hold on her neck, tangling your fingertips into her hair. Her hands roam to your sides and your stomach. The thought of her stopping felt like torture. You tilt your head to give her more access to your exposed skin. She accepts the invitation and presses her lips to your neck, kissing it up and down. A soft moan leaves your lips which earns a smile and tightened grip from Abby. She bites your ear, making you gasp.

You quickly turn to face her, face red and hot from feeling her against you and the heat of the room. Her pupils are blown as they dart across your face, taking in your flustered appearance. Both of your breaths are heavy and fast. She looked so beautiful. Her once neat, styled hair has loosened from dancing as she now has stray pieces falling in her face. A thin layer of sweat covers her forehead making her glisten under the lights. You wanted to savor the sight forever. Your mind is racing; you didn’t care if what you were about to do ruined your friendship. The intense feeling of need growing stronger; you crave her, more than you ever have for another person. All the moments of suppressing your want for her bottled up into this one moment. You can’t take it anymore.

You grab the nape of her neck and crash her lips into yours. She gasps and quickly matches your pace. The entire room fades away into nothing. The kiss hungry, needy, dripping with desire. You want to drown in her, feel her like this forever. She kisses you like it could end at any moment, fast and rushed. Your hands find their way to her hair, tangling themselves to graze across her scalp. Her hands trace up your back, you can feel how large they are, taking up every inch of your shoulder blades then gliding back down. She grabs your ass as she groans, squeezing it and pulling you closer. You smile into the kiss and hum. You love how much she wants you, how bad she needs to feel every inch of your body. In this moment she’s yours, and you’re hers. She moves your hair to one side, giving her access to your neck once again. She leans down to bite it, soothing it with her tongue and lips. You moan embarrassingly loud at such a mild touch. Abby’s lips curl into a smile against your neck.

“You sound so pretty,” she breathes in a smug tone. Desperation floods your mind and body; you want more. You need more.

“Please, Abby, I need more of you,” you begin to whine.

Without saying a word, you feel her grab your hand and begin to guide you through the crowd toward the stairs. As you climb to the second floor, you glance over to where Tris was standing; she’s still staring. She’s fuming, eyes wide and jaw clenched. You keep eye contact and throw her a smug smirk. Your glance moves up to Abby, still leading you with a clear purpose: find an empty room. In the corner of your eye, you see a couple leaving one of the bedrooms. Abby sees it and darts over.

She yanks you into the room and slams the door behind you. She crowds you against the door, kissing you messily once again, her hand blindly fumbling for the lock. Her hands plant themselves on both side of your face. You moan into the kiss, taken off guard by Abby’s skillful mouth. You’re reminded of how warm she felt, how strong she was. Your hands travel up to feel her arms, her biceps flex and stretch at the sleeves of her shirt. Bending down, she snakes her hands to the back of your thighs, lifting you up as if you weighed nothing. You gasp and instinctively wrap your legs around her waist. The structured fabric of her jeans rub against you, you hum into her mouth.

“Jesus Christ, Abby,” you moan breathlessly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting you like this,” she groans in between sloppy kisses.

Only you did know, you’ve wanted her since you met her, you just never allowed yourself to think it or admit it. The mutual longing was bound to explode eventually, you just didn’t know it would be like this. Rushed and messy at a party from attempting to make your ex-girlfriend jealous.

Abby carries you over to the bed. Already messy from – what you assume – the couple before. Neither of you care, you just need each other. She lowers you onto the bed, hovering over you with both hands on either side of your head. You move your hands to her waist, her shirt had ridden up, giving you the opportunity to feel her hot skin. Your hands roam her body, feeling the contours of her toned back and stomach. She moans at the feeling of your hands on her. You need more.  Tugging at the hem of her shirt, you attempt to take it off. She sits up, pulling at the back of it and over her head. You watch in awe as her arms and stomach flex just from simply taking off her shirt. You’re in disbelief as you get to see her like this. The feeling of what can only be described as envy creeps into you, pointed at every girl that got to see her like this when you had to wait years.

Abby was reserved when it came to sex. She was never into hookup culture; she saved all of it for when she was in relationships and situationships. This isn’t to say she doesn’t have extensive experience, she does. She just always wanted to keep it between herself and someone she knew. You used to tease her about it, but you secretly admired that about her. How she enjoys taking care of people. All making you trust her.

Abby lowers herself onto you again, placing her leg between yours and kissing you again. Her lower thigh presses against your core, applying pressure in the most delicious way making you gasp.

“Fuck~” you breathe. Hearing this only motivates her more. She pushes her leg against you again but with more pressure. It was as if you had never had sex before; she’s barely doing anything and you’re already a mess. You can feel how wet you are just from kissing this woman. Abby continues to rub herself against you as you gasp and moan in her ear.

“I’m barely touching you baby. How’re you gonna sound for me when I fuck you?” she chuckles while watching you writhe and squirm beneath her.

Your nails dig into her back as an attempt to anchor yourself. You start to grind up against her leg to match her rhythm, pressing your thigh between her legs. She groans, signaling that you hit the right spot and encouraging you do it again, earning the same reaction. Her eyes darken in a way you had never seen before. She craves you just as much as you crave her. She clenches her jaw and closes her eyes as she pushes her forehead against yours. You both continue to grind your thighs against each other's heat, the friction causing agonizing pleasure while teasing you both. If she feels this good with clothes on, you can only imagine what she feels like without them. Both of you are sweating and gasping into each other’s mouth.

“God, I can’t fucking take it anymore,” she says as she sits up, unbuttoning your shorts with shaky hands. You sit up on your elbows watching her fumble with the button and zipper. Was she nervous? Or does she just want you so bad that she’s shaking? She finally rips your shorts down your legs, throwing them behind her. Abby freezes at the sight of you with lacey black underwear and fishnets at her disposal. Her eyes wide and dark as she grazes her hands up your thighs. The contrast of the rough strings against your soft skin glides against her fingers. It sends a shiver up your spine feeling her and watching her like this.

“Jesus fucking Christ, y/n,” she says as she drags her stare up your body landing on your face. You blush and smile, gaining confidence.

“What? All of a sudden you’re quiet?” you tease, enjoying every moment of Abby Anderson being flustered and bewildered at the sight of you.

“Shut the fuck up,” she says sternly as she leans up to kiss you again. The kiss was even more sloppy than before. You try to touch her stomach again, but she grabs your hands harshly and pins them above your head with one hand. Pulling back, she watches as your eyes go wide and breath quickens. Nerves and butterflies fill your gut as the heat in your core begins to swell. A smile slings across Abby’s face as the realization set in.

“Oh, you like this huh? You like when I’m a little rough with you?” Her smooth, low, taunting voice teases you as her eyebrows furrow.

You nod quickly, too turned on to feel embarrassed by your eagerness. She smiles again as she hums, bringing her other hand to your throat squeezing lightly, making her grip firm, testing what she can do with you. Your eyes flutter closed, absorbing the pressure of her weight against both your throat and your wrists. It’s too much, agonizing; you need her to touch you. A low chuckle falls from her throat, taunting you. She lets go of your neck as she traces her hand down the length of your torso, gliding her middle finger across your skin lightly. Goosebumps rise across your skin from her touch. She reaches your heat, lightly pushing against your underwear.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” she practically moans. While she would want to tease you more, she can’t take the sight of you anymore without fucking you. She releases your wrists from her grasp to give her attention to something more dire. Abby’s impatience grows. She grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor to be eye level with your core. Before you have time to process what’s happening, you feel your fishnets rip with an unbelievable amount of force. You look down in bewilderment as you watch Abby hungrily rip your fishnets to shreds. She doesn’t even take the time to pull your underwear down as she shifts them to the side. You watch her head dip between your legs as she licks one long stripe up your core.

A drawled-out moan fills the room as your head tilts back once again and your eyes shut. Abby begins to swirl gentle circles around your clit as she anchors your hips down with her arm wrapped around you. You grab her hair as a reflex to the new feeling, already sensitive from the friction earlier, you feel yourself trying to buck your hips. Abby’s grip on you was firm and solid, wriggling was no use. She watched as you were helplessly writhing. She began to lap at your core with expertise, applying slow and steady pressure.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” you gasp and whine as you bite your hand from the pleasure. The sounds you were letting out were nothing short of pornographic. Abby sucks at your clit while using her tongue to flick. Your body starts shaking uncontrollably as you already feel your high approach. You feel her hum in amusement which only intensified the pleasure. Both of your hands fly to her hair to steady her movements with a tight grip. As soon as you think you couldn’t feel better than this, you feel Abby sink one of her fingers into you. Your back arches immediately, jaw falling slack. She begins to gently pump her finger in and out of you causing the perfect amount of pressure and stretch. A string of profanities leaves your lips.

“God Abby please don’t stop, I’m so close,” you beg frantically.

Her pace stays steady without faltering. You can’t contain yourself anymore as you feel yourself unwind. White flashes over you as your eyes roll back and body becomes flexed and rigid. You shake and writhe beneath Abby’s firm grip, you can feel her bicep flex as she struggles to hold you down. You ride out your high as she begins to slow her pace. Your body falls slack against the bed.

“Holy fuck,” you breath out in heaves as you try to catch your breath.

You hear Abby laugh as she crawls back up your body. Looking at her, you see your slick all over her mouth. She kisses you, allowing you to taste yourself mixed with the remanence of vodka on her breath. She brings her finger up to your mouth having you suck on it to savor the flavor of yourself.

“You see how good you taste? You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” Abby coos in your ear.

Tasting yourself spawned curiosity as to how Abby tasted. You pull Abby in for another hungry kiss. You want her more than ever, make her feel as good as she made you feel. You crave to see her shake and feel her grip your head with her thighs. You eagerly push Abby onto her back. Her eyes widen in surprise as she watches you straddle her. You lean down to kiss her again; she holds onto your face firmly as you stabilize yourself on her chest. She sits up allowing you to sit on her lap and tugs at the hem of the mesh shirt you were still wearing, lifting it over your head.

“Can I take this off?” Abby asks as she grazes at the hem of your bra with her fingers.

You nod, watching her unclasp the back with ease allowing the fabric to fall. Abby couldn’t get enough of you. She swiftly grabs one of your tits and brings it to her mouth, sucking and nipping gently. You hold onto her neck, tilting your head back and closing your eyes with pleasure. You almost forget what your objective is but realize quickly.

You push her onto her back as you scoot down to unbutton her jeans. She props herself on her elbows to watch you, eyes wide and wanting. You slowly drag the fabric down her muscular legs and discard the jeans to the side. A wet patch is painted on her boxers, you lightly graze your thumb over it curiously, feeling her folds through the wet fabric. Abby jolts and groans as her hand flies to your arm that’s resting on her thigh. Quickly looking up at her, you look for any signs of her wanting you to stop, but her head was back, and her eyes closed with her jaw clenched.

“Don’t tease,” she lets out through gritted teeth.

A smile spreads across your face, showing your understanding. She’s already sensitive. You wrap your fingers around the waistband of her boxers and slowly pull them down. She’s so beautiful. Her core glistening from want, her blond curls framing them, the muscles in her legs clenching; you run your middle finger down her core lightly out of pure admiration and curiosity. Abby gasps, gripping your arm tighter followed by another groan. She props herself up again and grabs your chin harshly.

“What did I say? Stop teasing,” she says in a stern voice. She quickly let go of your jaw and now remains propped up on her elbows, watching.

You make eye contact with her as your mouth stretches into a wide grin. You’re excited to see what other reactions you can get out of her. You lower your head to slowly drag your tongue up and down Abby’s core.

“Oh fuck~” she drawls out under her breath as it hitches.

A smirk threatens to show on your face as all you want to do is continue to hear how pretty she’s being. You start to lap slow messy circles around Abby’s clit. Her hips start to twitch and slightly buck. You attempt to anchor her, but you hold no chance against her strength. She reaches down to move your hair out of your face and holds it back in a tight grip.

“Look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes,” she huffs out.

You oblige and look up at her, and fuck is it a pretty sight. Her hair has now almost completely come down, allowing you to see her long dirty blonde hair around her face. The sweat glistening across her face and abs makes you feel like you’re in a movie from how beautiful and planned this all seems. Her face is flushed, lips puffy, and pupils completely blown wide. You can’t think of anything else that could possibly compete with this view.

“Fuck, there you are,” she breathes.

You feel Abby slowly start to grind on your face, holding onto your hair and head to steady you. Her chest rises and falls harder than before, her breath getting faster and heavier. The grinding of her hips quickens as she practically using your face as a toy. Her eyebrows are permanently furrowed, eyes closed and nose scrunching occasionally as she tries to find the right pace. You continue to lap and apply steady pressure to her clit. Your tongue dips lower into her opening as your nose nudges against her clit. Abby’s entire body tightens, legs clamping around your head in a jolt.

“Stay like that. Don’t fucking stop until I tell you,” Abby demands in a harsh yet needy voice.

She continues to grind against your face as you maintain your technique and positioning. You can feel her legs begin to shake and movements become sloppy; she’s close. You can’t stop watching her. She’s like a drug, and with every movement and noise she makes, you keep getting higher. Her grip in your hair gets tighter and harsher, her moans and breath are becoming more jagged and raspy. She quickens her pace, chasing her high using your tongue.

“Oh fuck, y/n I’m gonna cum,” she cries out as a plea for you to not stop.

You can taste her finish. You watch as her back arches and legs tighten around your head. Her face contorts into pure bliss as her mouth gapes open, movements becoming rigid and slight. You start to move your head rapidly, mimicking the pace she set before.

“Holy fuck, holy fucking fuck,” she lets out in a panic, sitting up completely and eyes shooting open, but you didn’t stop.

You continued to chase her as she attempted to scoot herself away. You laugh against her, sending vibrations through her body. She was shaking uncontrollably and couldn’t stop twitching. It was too much. She harshly yanks you off by your hair, desperate to get a break from the overstimulating pleasure. Her body falls limp as she breathes heavily and twitches slightly. She pulls you up to her by your hair, kissing you lazily and sloppily. You lay on her, tangling your legs between hers and running your hand through her hair waiting for her to come down.

“Jesus Christ,” she lets out in a chuckle.

You laugh with her as you press your lips onto her neck. Both of you are sticky with sweat, faces flushed and blotchy with red. You still can’t believe what just happened. You don’t think she can either.

“So, uh, you think our plan worked?” you ask jokingly.

“Uh yeah, I fucking think it did,” Abby laughs.

You both lay there, in bliss and silence. You don't talk about what just occurred, you can deal with that at a different time. All the both of you know is that you're with each other, and that's good enough.

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sooooo what did we think? i know it's kinda long for a first fic but, what can ya do. i apologize for any typos or poor grammar, i did my best lmao

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