oldercommander!abby x reader
**THIS IS AN AU SOME EVENTS IN THIS WILL NOT MATCH THE ORIGINAL GAME STORYLINE**
cw: sweet sweet sweet fluffy sex YEAHHHHHHUH super sweet
You let out a slow breath, your fingers tightening around the fabric of Abby's shirt. The words lodged stubbornly in your throat, refusing to come easily. You looked down at your hands instead, tracing the worn seam beneath your thumb while your heart pounded hard enough that you were certain she could feel it through the way you sat against her.
"I..." You stopped, biting gently at your lower lip. "I wouldn't mind."
The confession barely escaped your mouth. It was so quiet that even you weren't entirely sure you'd spoken aloud.
Abby's eyebrows lifted. "Huh?"
You glanced up just long enough to meet her eyes before your courage abandoned you again. Heat rushed into your face, and you quickly looked away, shifting uneasily in her lap. Suddenly, the folds of her shirt seemed much easier to study than her expression.
"It's been..." You swallowed, your voice catching with embarrassment. "A while."
Understanding slowly settled across Abby's face.
Her expression softened, but concern quickly followed. She let out a quiet click of her tongue before her hand moved instinctively to your side, careful not to press against the bruises hidden beneath your shirt.
"Donna..." She shook her head gently. "You're hurt." Her voice remained impossibly soft. "I couldn't." She looked away for a moment, her jaw tightening. "I'm..." Her eyes closed briefly, frustration flickering across her face. "I'm too rough." The admission came reluctantly. "I'd spend the entire time worrying about hurting you."
Silence settled between you.
You continued absentmindedly smoothing the crease in her shirt beneath your fingertips, your thoughts circling the same quiet certainty that had been growing since you'd woken in her arms.
"You could learn to be gentle," you murmured.
Your voice carried no accusation.
Abby's breathing faltered.
Her eyes found yours again, searching your face carefully, making certain she understood what you were trying to say instead of what she feared you meant.
"If..." She stumbled over the word before beginning again. "If that's something you want..." She exhaled slowly. "I..." Another small shake of her head interrupted the sentence.
"No." She corrected herself with a faint, nervous smile. "Only if you want to." She reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face. "And only when you're ready." Her thumb lingered lightly against your cheek. "There isn't any rush."
You shifted again, settling a little closer against her without realizing it. Your fingers still toyed absentmindedly with the hem of her shirt while you searched for the right words.
“I think…” You swallowed, the words thick in your throat. “I think it would make me feel better.”
The admission slipped out quietly, carrying far more vulnerability than confidence. For a moment it simply hung in the air between you.
Abby froze, her brows drawing tight as she stared at you, the conflict sharp across her face.
But you didn’t give her time to retreat. You moved, leaning down slowly until your lips met hers. Your mouth pressed soft and warm against her own, lingering there with care. The heat between you crackled in the narrow space that remained, electric and unsteady.
“I can guide you,” you gasped against her mouth, breath trembling. “I can help you go slow.” The plea left you in a desperate whisper, raw with need.
She pulled back just enough to breathe, her chest rising and falling in sharp bursts beneath your palm. You could feel her heart hammering hard against your hand, fast and unsteady.
“How do you want me?” she asked softly, her voice low and rough at the edges.
You shifted in her lap, your underwear already soaked through. Your faces remained inches apart, breaths mingling hot and close in the charged silence.
“Maybe…” You bit your lip, pulse racing.“You could kiss me… slow.” You swallowed hard. “And sweet.”
Her hips rolled once against you, sending a jolt through your body. Her mouth hovered barely touching yours, teasing, before she kissed you again.
“My pussy,” you whispered, the word barely audible as it left your lips. “Slow.”
She nodded, her eyes dark with want. “I can.”
You bit your lip harder, the sting sharp. “But I also want… your fingers.”
A low chuckle escaped her. “I can do both,” she whispered, kissing you again, deeper this time. “I can kiss your whole body better.”
You nodded quickly, trembling as you took her hand and guided it into your underwear. The moment her fingers slid through your soaked folds, she whimpered against your mouth.
“My body hates being away from you,” you breathed into her, grinding your dripping cunt down onto her fingers with a needy roll of your hips. “It hates not being touched for this long.” A soft, broken moan slipped from your throat. “Make me feel better,” you whined.
She watched you now, her eyes wide with surprise.
Your eyes were half-lidded as you leaned back, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and pulling them to the side.
“Abby,” you whimpered, voice already cracking. “You talked so sweet to me.”
Two of your own fingers pushed inside your soaking cunt, sliding in with a wet sound that filled the quiet between you. You gasped sharply as you sank them deeper, all the way in, your back arching slightly at the stretch.
Abby’s mouth parted as she watched you fuck yourself, her gaze dark and fixed, barely blinking.
You reached down with your other hand and spread yourself open for her, trembling under the weight of her stare. “I need you,” you whined, the words cracking. “Why did you talk so nice?”
Abby swallowed hard, her throat working visibly. “Well…” A nervous chuckle slipped out of her, rough and unsteady. “I want—”
The words cut off as you pushed a third finger inside yourself, a broken gasp tearing from your throat at the fuller stretch.
Her eyes flicked down to where your fingers disappeared, her breath catching sharply in her chest.
You rolled your hips down onto your fingers, moaning softly as your cunt squelched wetly around them. Your lips curled inward, eyes fluttering as you moved faster, chasing the pleasure with desperate little gasps. Your pussy was dripping, soaking her thighs beneath you with every roll.
Abby grabbed your wrist suddenly, shaking her head. “I need you to slow down, angel,” she said, her voice rough with restraint.
“I don’t want to,” you whined, still rolling your hips, greedy and impatient. “I want to feel good.”
She exhaled sharply. “Donna.” Her tone turned stern, low and commanding. “Remember when I said I wanted to be gentle?”
You bit your lip, looking up at her through heavy lashes. “Uh huh,” you answered sweetly, almost innocently.
She let out a slow, strained breath, her jaw tight. “You’re making it very hard to control myself,” she admitted, her voice thick. “Especially when you stuff yourself with three fingers like that.”
You whimpered and tried to tug your hand free, desperate to keep moving, but she held firm.
She shook her head again, eyes dark but patient.“Let me do it.” She leaned forward and kissed you sweetly, her lips soft and lingering. “Nice and slow, yeah?”
You whimpered into her mouth, the sound needy and frustrated.
“Take a nice breath for me,” she commanded softly, pulling back just enough to look at you. “Calm down a little, okay?”
You obeyed, inhaling slowly through your nose and letting it out through your mouth, your body still trembling with want.
“Good,” she murmured, sweet approval warming her voice. “Let’s lay you down.”
Your gaze flicked toward the bed behind you. She followed your eyes and nodded. Without another word, she stood, lifting you easily into her arms and carrying you the short distance to the bed.
She laid you down slowly, her touch careful and reverent. Her hands moved with patience as she slipped your underwear down your legs, then eased your shirt up and over your head. Once you were bare beneath her, you spread your legs open for her without hesitation.
Abby chuckled lowly as she climbed onto the bed, straddling you as she leaned down to kiss you. “You never open for me that easily,” she groaned against your lips, then dipped lower to kiss along your neck.
“I need it,” you exhaled, voice shaky with want.
She nodded, breath warm against your skin. “Be patient.”
You bit your lip hard, your thighs trembling around her body as she continued kissing down the side of your neck. She pulled back just long enough to slip her own shirt and bra off, revealing the muscular lines of her frame. Your fingers shook as you reached for her, pulling her closer, but she was careful not to rest her full weight on you, mindful of every bruise and injury.
She nipped gently at your neck and you jumped, a quiet giggle slipping out. “That tickles,” you whispered.
She smiled and rubbed her nose against yours before kissing your lips again, soft and sweet. Then she moved lower, her silver-blonde hair brushing lightly over your skin as she kissed along your cheeks, your jaw, and back down to your neck. She continued lower, pressing slow, tender kisses across your chest, lingering over every bruise as if trying to soothe them.
Your nipples were already tight and aching. You arched your back, running your hands over them and bucking your hips, but Abby gently caught your wrists and pulled your hands away.
She kissed around the swell of your chest with aching care before pausing at one nipple. She placed a soft kiss there first.
A loud whimper tore from your throat.
Abby smiled against your skin, then took the sensitive bud into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it slowly, eyes slipping closed as she savored you. Her other hand moved to your second nipple, rolling it gently between two fingers.
Your whole body trembled beneath her.
Your hands found her shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscle there as pleasure rolled through you in heavy waves.
She sucked once, rough and sudden, then pulled back with a sharp gasp. Her mouth moved lower, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down your stomach. Every two or three kisses she paused, letting her tongue roll warm and wet over your skin.
You bit your lip hard, staring down at her, brows pinched tight with need.
She reached your thighs and used both hands to spread your trembling legs wider. She kissed up and down the sensitive skin there, holding you open as she settled between them. Her breath ghosted over your aching clit as she hovered there.
You grabbed at her head desperately. “Abby, please hurry up,” you begged, hips bucking, your clit brushing against her lips.
She smiled, eyes dark as she watched you squirm.
Her hands pressed your hips gently back down against the bed.
“Relax,” she said, her voice dropping into a low, crackly, sultry tone. “I’ll take care of you.” She kissed your clit softly. “You have to be patient.”
You let out a long, protesting whine, huffing in frustration as you looked down at her. Your hands moved to cup your breasts, fingers squeezing as you stared into her half-lidded blue eyes.
She kissed your folds with sweet, gentle pressure, then slowly slid her tongue out, wrapping it around your swollen clit in soft, deliberate circles. The pace was agonizingly gentle.
You gasped, breath coming in quick, shallow bursts as you fought to stay still. It had been so long, your clit throbbed painfully, and her slow pace only made the ache sharper, more unbearable.
She ghosted her middle finger at your entrance. You chased it with your hips, but her other hand held you firmly in place. Her mouth closed around your clit, tongue rolling over the sensitive bud again and again.
“Abby,” you whined, voice breaking. “Harder.”
She shook her head slowly, refusing, and eased her middle finger inside you instead, inch by careful inch until she was buried to the knuckle.
You exhaled shakily, eyes rolling back as your back bowed off the bed and your hands fisted the sheets. You tried to roll your hips faster, but she had you pinned, completely under her control.
Her tongue continued its gentle rhythm as she added a second finger, stretching you open with slow, patient care. Your cunt tightened around her fingers while she pumped them upward, her mouth never leaving your clit.
Your legs began to shake around her head as the pressure built unbearably.
“Abby,” you exhaled, voice desperate. “I’m—”
You clapped a hand over your mouth as she sped up just enough, fingers moving quicker but still careful, pushing you right over the edge.
You finished hard, cunt clenching rhythmically around her fingers while your clit pulsed against her tongue. A muffled cry escaped behind your palm.
Abby groaned into you, deep and satisfied, savoring every twitch and every drop of your release.
You whimpered, tapping weakly at her shoulder. She pulled back slowly and placed one final, soft kiss on your swollen clit.
Abby slowly pushed herself up until she hovered above you, one hand braced beside your shoulder while the other gently cradled your jaw. She searched your face for a brief moment, her eyes soft with affection before she leaned down to kiss you again. The kiss lingered, slow and unhurried, deepening naturally until she finally drew back just enough to look at you.
A faint smile touched her lips.
She lifted two fingers to your mouth, her gaze never leaving yours.
"Taste how sweet you are," she murmured, her voice low and almost reverent. "I love the way you taste."
A rosy warmth had settled across her cheeks, and her eyes had grown heavy beneath lowered lashes. She looked utterly captivated, unable to tear her gaze away from you.
You obediently parted your lips, drawing her fingers into your mouth. Your eyes remained fixed on hers while your tongue slowly traced over them. Abby let out the softest gasp, her breathing growing uneven as she watched you. She bit gently at her lower lip, tilting her head ever so slightly while her chest rose and fell beneath increasingly measured breaths.
Your brows drew together with quiet concern.
"I want you to feel good," you mumbled around her fingers, the words slightly muffled but no less sincere.
The simple confession broke whatever spell had settled over her.
Abby's expression immediately softened. She carefully withdrew her hand before cupping your cheek once more. Leaning down, she kissed you with quiet tenderness, lingering just long enough for your breathing to settle alongside hers.
"It's okay," she whispered when she finally pulled back. "Don't worry about me."
Your hands drifted uncertainly to the waistband of her pants before resting there.
"I want you..." The words came quietly. "I want you to feel good too."
Abby's smile deepened, touched with equal parts affection and restraint.
She gently covered your hands with her own, stopping them without force. "I'm okay," she said softly.
She brushed another lingering kiss across your lips before trailing smaller, gentler kisses along your cheek and the curve of your jaw until she reached your neck.
"Maybe another time," she murmured against your skin, her voice warm with reassurance rather than disappointment. "Right now, I just want to be here with you."
She shifted onto her side beside you, her fingertips gliding slowly up and down your stomach as though she could soothe the frantic rhythm still lingering beneath your skin. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before she leaned in and brushed another lingering kiss across your shoulder.
"You're so beautiful," she murmured, her fingers never stopping their gentle path across your stomach. "I've always thought you were beautiful."
You swallowed hard before turning into her, burying yourself against the warmth of her bare chest. Her arms closed around you without hesitation, drawing you tightly against her until you could hear the steady beat of her heart beneath your ear.
"I love you," you muttered into her skin, the words barely louder than your breathing.
"Hm?" she asked as she gently pulled you back just enough to see your face. Her brows lifted with quiet curiosity as her thumb brushed beneath your chin. "What was that?"
Heat rushed into your face.
You turned your head away before she could read your expression. "Nothing," you muttered, refusing to meet her eyes.
A slow smile spread across her face.
She climbed over you again, her weight settling carefully against your body while she peppered soft kisses across your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, refusing to let you hide from her.
"Tell me again," she whispered between kisses, her voice barely brushing your skin.
"No," you said, laughing under your breath as you pushed weakly against her shoulder. "Don't make it weird."
She shook her head immediately before her lips found your neck again, kissing slowly beneath your jaw. "Say it again," she murmured against your skin.
"I said it once," you scoffed, trying not to smile despite yourself.
She paused beside your ear, her breath warming your skin before she spoke again. "I need it again," she mumbled quietly.
You let out a slow breath. "I love you," you said softly.
She smiled against your neck before kissing her way upward again, her lips lingering along your cheek. "Say it again," she whispered, brushing another kiss across the corner of your mouth.
"No," you complained with a small laugh. "I've said it twice now."
She answered by pressing a slow kiss against your lips before pulling back only far enough for her forehead to rest against yours. "More," she begged, her voice cracking around the word.
You looked directly into her eyes. "I love you," you whispered.
She nodded almost frantically, her eyebrows pinching together as though the words had only made her hungrier for them. "Say it again," she begged in another whisper.
"No!" you laughed, throwing your head back against the pillow. "I've said it three times." You shook your head, smiling in disbelief. "How many times do you want it?"
"A million," she gruffed before immediately kissing you again. When she finally pulled away, her forehead remained pressed against yours as she exhaled shakily. "I want you to say it until your throat is so raw..." Another kiss landed against your cheek before she continued. "...that I'm the only one who ever had the privilege of hearing your voice before you lost it."
You stared at her. "Abby," you complained, your laugh escaping despite yourself. "That's insane."
She paused only long enough to kiss your cheek again before her eyes drifted back to yours.
"You make me insane," she admitted with a quiet breath. Her hand slid into your hair, gently combing her fingers through it before she smiled sadly. "You never say 'I love you' first."
You puffed out your cheeks before slowly letting the air escape. "I do."
She shook her head before kissing your lips once more, lingering there just long enough to make your heart ache.
"You don't," she sighed softly. Then her expression melted into something unbearably tender. "I love you too," she whispered.
You settled beneath her again as she wrapped both arms around your body, laying almost completely across you until there wasn't an inch of space left between you.
Your thoughts refused to settle.
Everything inside your head had become warm and heavy, blurred by exhaustion, pleasure, and the unbearable certainty that you would never love another person this way again.
You wanted to tell her everything.
You wanted to split your ribs apart and let her look directly inside.
Abby, you'd whisper. I love you more than I value my own sister.
The confession would leave your mouth before you could stop it.
You'd watch her eyes widen.
You'd probably start crying.
I need your body beside mine the way rivers need stones, you'd tell her. The current still moves without them... but it loses the shape that makes it beautiful.
Your throat would tighten.
The words would keep coming anyway.
I need to die before you.
You imagined yourself begging.
Please let me be buried first.
The thought lodged inside your chest with frightening certainty.
I need to be gone long before you ever are.
You could almost see the horror spreading across her face.
She'd tell you not to say things like that.
She'd cup your face in both hands and make you promise.
But she wouldn't understand.
Because if I wasn't dead enough...
If there was even the smallest piece of me left... I'd crawl back out of the earth just to kiss you one more time.
You swallowed hard as tears finally slipped free, disappearing into the pillow beneath your head.
Every cell in my body reaches for you, you thought helplessly. It reaches for you harder than it reaches for life itself.
That frightened you far less than the possibility of living in a world where she no longer existed.
She lifted herself just enough to brush her lips across the tears gathering beneath your eyes, kissing each one away with slow, careful affection. Her thumb lingered against your cheek, smoothing away the dampness before another tear could fall.
"Don't cry," she cooed softly, her forehead settling against yours.
You nodded without trusting yourself to speak, leaning instinctively into the comfort of her mouth as she continued scattering gentle kisses across your face.
After a long moment, she pulled back just far enough to study you. Her eyes searched yours carefully before a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Do you want to get cleaned up," she asked quietly, brushing a loose strand of hair away from your forehead, "or do you want to take a nap?"
You shook your head immediately. "I want to get cleaned up," you murmured.
She nodded once before slipping an arm beneath your knees and another behind your back. With effortless ease, she lifted you from the bed, carrying you bridal style toward the bathroom. Your face disappeared into the curve of her neck while she reached over to turn the shower on, never setting you down as steam slowly began filling the room.
She waited patiently until the water warmed before lowering you onto your feet. Even then you stayed pressed against her, your forehead resting against her chest while she stepped out of the last of her clothes. Her fingers absentmindedly combed through your hair as she reached behind you to test the spray one final time.
Your eyes drifted toward the mirror.
The bruises were still there.
Yellowing around the edges.
Your stomach tightened at the sight.
She caught your hand before you could look any longer and intertwined her fingers with yours. "Come here," she whispered, guiding you beneath the warm stream.
The heat wrapped around both of you immediately. Water rolled over your shoulders and down your backs while she slipped both arms around you, holding you close enough that your bodies swayed together beneath the spray. Neither of you spoke for several moments. She simply rocked you gently from side to side, letting the warmth soak into your skin.
"I want to die first," you whispered at last, your voice nearly disappearing beneath the sound of the water. It was the first time you had ever spoken the thought aloud.
She swallowed before tightening her arms around you. "No," she said quietly, shaking her head against your temple.
You closed your eyes. "I have to."
She released a slow breath through her nose before forcing a small smile onto her face. Reaching for the soap, she lathered it between her palms, trying to pull the conversation somewhere gentler.
"Sorry," she said with an exaggerated shrug, a teasing smile touching her lips. "I've already decided I'm dying first."
Her smile softened as she began carefully washing your arm, her fingertips moving slowly over your skin. "Let's not think about that," she whispered.
You watched the soap disappear beneath the water before lifting your eyes back to her. "You don't want to know what I think about?" you asked quietly.
One of her eyebrows rose as a small laugh escaped her. "What do you mean?" she asked while continuing to wash your shoulder. "Your thoughts?"
"My brain," you corrected softly. "The things I think about in my brain."
She shrugged, completely unconcerned. "You can tell me," she said gently as she moved to your chest, spreading the soap carefully across your skin.
You drew in a slow breath. "Okay."
The word left your mouth quietly as you tried to gather enough courage to explain something that had always made perfect sense inside your own head.
She crouched down to wash your stomach and your legs, occasionally glancing up at you as though she could already tell you were struggling to find the words. Confusion had begun settling across her face before you'd even spoken.
"I think about..." You swallowed hard. "That I'm a rock."
She blinked before a bewildered laugh escaped her. "What?"
You immediately looked away.
It had sounded beautiful inside your own head.
Now it only sounded strange.
"No," you said quickly, shaking your head before correcting yourself. "You're the river."
She stood again, turning you gently so she could wash your back. The soap slid slowly between your shoulder blades while she listened without interrupting.
"And I'm the rocks that hold your water," you whispered, your eyes settling on the white tile beneath your feet. "My body was carved into the shape it is only so it could carry you."
Finally, she smiled. "Is that so?" she asked softly, her hand gliding carefully down your back.
You nodded. "Sometimes..." You hesitated before letting out a quiet breath. "Sometimes I'm a salmon too."
She smiled wider, though there was curiosity in her eyes now instead of amusement. As she knelt to wash your legs, she glanced back up at you. "Oh yeah?" she asked.
You nodded again. "And you're the bear."
"You rip me apart while I'm still alive," you continued, staring at the water circling the drain. "You catch me while I'm still fighting." Your voice remained strangely calm despite the images taking shape in your mind. "I thrash and I bleed and I keep trying to escape you..."
She stopped washing you altogether.
The cloth rested forgotten in her hand.
"But eventually," you whispered, "I stop fighting."
The bathroom fell impossibly quiet except for the steady rush of water around your ankles.
"I let you eat me." You swallowed. "I let every piece of me become part of you."
Her chest rose slowly with a careful breath.
"Donna," she said softly, reaching for your face instead of the soap. Her wet hands cupped your cheeks with impossible tenderness, encouraging you to look at her. Concern clouded her expression now, her thumb stroking gently beneath your eye.
"I'm sorry I was so horrible," she whispered, her wet hands lingering against your face as her eyes searched yours with an uncertainty you had never seen before.
You immediately shook your head.
"If you were that terrible..." You swallowed around the tightness gathering in your throat before finally forcing yourself to look at her again. "...then what does that make me for still loving you?"
She stared at you in silence.
The water continued running between you while a fragile light flickeredd behind her pale blue eyes. Her gaze trembled ever so slightly before she shook her head.
"Don't say that," she exhaled quietly, her thumb brushing beneath your eye.
"Sometimes you're a spider," you admitted softly, watching the water swirl around your feet. "And I'm caught in your web."
A quiet laugh escaped her nose.
"What am I now?" she asked, tilting her head as she reached for the soap again. "The spider?"
You tipped your head back, looking toward the ceiling as warm water rolled over your face.
"The river," you answered with a small smile. "That's why I cried."
She laughed more freely this time, the sound echoing softly against the tile.
"I'm glad I'm not still the bear," she said as she rinsed the soap from your shoulder. She paused before smiling to herself. "...or the spider."
You lowered your eyes until they met hers again.
Her blue eyes always reminded you of deep water.
Beautiful enough to drown in.
"One day..." you whispered, your smile fading as quickly as it had come. "One day I'm going to have to die."
Her hands stopped moving.
Her brows slowly drew together while the water continued pouring over both of you.
"The maggots..." Your voice nearly disappeared beneath the spray. "...they'll hear your voice calling my name while they eat my brain."
Tears gathered quietly in your eyes.
"They'll feel your fingers while they consume my flesh."
A soft, broken laugh slipped from you despite yourself.
"And the mushrooms..." You blinked, letting another tear disappear beneath the shower water before it reached your chin. "...the mushrooms that bloom around my body will sing songs about how much I adored you."
Silence settled between you.
You leaned forward first as she stood up.
Your lips brushed hers gently, lingering there for a long moment before you whispered against her mouth. "I would do anything in this world for you."
A slow smile spread across her face.
"I never knew you were so literary," she chuckled, resting her forehead against yours. "Maybe..." She smiled to herself before brushing another kiss across your lips. "...tomorrow you can tell me your favorite book." She studied your face fondly. "I love poetry."
You searched her eyes with quiet suspicion. "Since when?" you asked, a small smile tugging at your mouth.
She shrugged lightly while turning you beneath the shower, carefully rinsing the soap from your shoulders and chest. "Since forever," she said with an easy breath.
You watched her in silence while she rinsed the last of the soap from your stomach. "What am I?" you asked quietly.
She didn't answer immediately.
Instead she thought, her hands moving absentmindedly over your skin while she searched for the right image.
Finally she smiled. "A doe," she said softly.
You nodded once, waiting.
She stepped closer again.
"In my mind," she murmured as her fingers traced slowly along your back, "you're a doe I've chased for miles."
Her smile became smaller. "I've scared away wolves." She paused. "I've killed hunters trying to reach you."
Her eyes drifted downward.
"But when I finally catch you..." She swallowed before looking back into your eyes. "...I can't bring myself to kill you."
"So I keep you," she whispered with a shy smile. "I build you somewhere safe." Her fingers slid gently through your wet hair before resting against your cheek. "I bring you everything I can carry while my own belly grows emptier."
She laughed quietly to herself.
"I think..." Her smile turned almost embarrassed. "...I'd let myself starve if it meant watching you wander peacefully through the forest I burned down trying to protect you."
You frowned thoughtfully before a small smile crept onto your face. "I like mine better," you admitted.
She laughed again, the heaviness between you finally beginning to dissolve as she leaned forward to kiss your forehead.
"Me too," she murmured warmly.
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