Synopsis: You hired Sevika to rebuild your entire house, it was completely empty. A project. Though your contractor? She's lonely, and you give her all the attention she craves... Once the project is finished will Sevika be leaving? Or will she stay?
Wc: 0.9
Warnings: g!p Sevika, unprotected sex, blue collar sevika, she's kind of a perv, praise kink, slight body worship, creampie, implied breeding kink, mentions of baby trapping?
Sevika needn't worry about anything other than perfecting this job. Making her lunch for herself in the mornings? You'd take care of it at lunchtime, especially if Sevika claimed she 'forgot it again' like she usually does just to see you fuss over her. She takes water but she prefers the coffee you pick up for her on a morning because she 'works hard' and 'deserves it'. Your words, not hers.
What was once only empty rooms connected with plasterboard was now transforming into a fully fledged, beautifully renovated home. All Sevika's doing. At first you had your concerns... a single contractor taking on a big project like this? Surely it would be too much work, though Sevika insisted she loved working alone and more personally with her customers.
The minute she met up with you to talk timeliness and payment she knew she would take the job. Offered you prices that were far too low. There was hardly any profit for her though she couldn't care less. As long as she got to be around you, that was payment enough.
"Darlin'? Can you come here a sec?!" Sevika's voice carried through to the living room easily where you sat working from home on the couch. Most of the renovations were done bar the kitchen- which she was working on and the upstairs bathroom.
"Yeah, what's up vika?" Taking in the kitchen you lean against the stripped down door frame. Sevika has built the base of the island in the center and the base of the counters but not put the countertops on them yet.
"Come stand here a sec, darlin'. Just needa check something." Without question you step closer to where she was gesturing to, right by the counter.
"Oh yeah, that's a perfect height for you, ain't it darlin'?" For a moment you stand there completely baffled. Confused as to what she's talking about, even as she easily lifts the white marble slate up onto the countertop. Not one of her muscles were hidden, not when she wore a flimsy, barely there wife pleaser which was almost see-through with sweat...
No. Stop thinking about that she's you're contractor.
"Perfect height for me? For what? Chopping vegetables?"
"No no darlin'... to bend over it."
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In reality, Sevika never thought she'd actually succeed in bending you over and taking you from behind. It was purely a fantasy... until now.
"Jesus christ doll- look at you hm? Takin' it so good darlin', so good..." with every thrust of her hips, Sevika couldn't help grunting and moaning as she buried herself home, deep into your warmth which she knew would feel so fucking good wrapped around her.
"It's so big... oh my god Sevika what the f-fuuuck..." your knuckles were white where you gripped the counter, which was shaking beneath you as you took every brutal intrusion of Sevika's cock. If she didn't have both hands on your hips you're balance would be completely destroyed with one leg hiked up on the countertop to spread you open wide.
"You're takin' it doll. Fuck yeah, you're taking it all atta girl fuck-" either Sevika hadn't had a good fuck in a while or she genuinely has never had pussy like this because she is feral. No matter what you do there's no stopping her, she's going to take you the way she wants too, for however long she wants too.
And not one part of you feels the desire to stop her.
Her hands explore the body she's been eyeing for months, the dip of your waist, the fullness of your hips, hips perfect for birthing children... hopefully hers. The cute rolls on your back which she's almost positive is her favourite thing except being buried deep in your cunt. This was pure heaven.
"Keepin' you doll. Gotta keep you all f' myself. Ain't letting no one else have this pretty pussy- not a fuckin' chance." No words were forming in your brain. Not one. Sevika was so possessive and claiming... you didn't need words to tell her how you felt about it, your unfaithful, unloyal pussy gushed even more telling her exactly how you felt.
A feral, primal noise escapes Sevika, almost hiding the wet squelch of her cock driving into you over and over. With each brutal drive of her hips the tip of her fat cock nudged that spot inside you which had your eyes rolling back, mouth hung open with pleasure.
Disciplined. That's how Sevika described herself- hell she'd waited months to have you like this, bent over and taking her cock like a good girl... though holding back from letting herself finish inside you? No self control. None.
Unable to hold back anymore she forces herself to keep going even as her fat, meaty shaft twitches inside you as she stuffs you impossibly full of her seed, willing you to fall over the edge with her.
And you do.
The warmth that fills your tummy from the inside out has you moaning and wiggling beneath her as your core tightens around her, pulsing and milking every single drop from her. Like your body knows it needs it.
Sure you weren't on birth control, and you definitely weren't thinking about it right this second... but being connected to Sevika forever wouldn't be a bad thing.
She doesn’t regret hurting Joel exactly. He deserved everything coming to him and more, of that she has no doubt. It’s just that now when she looks back on that day, she sees the image of Ellie on the floor. She hears her screams. She remembers her begging and thrashing around as Abby raised the golf club.
Abby knows what it's like to find someone so dear in a puddle of their own blood on the floor, realizing it's already too late.
Chapter one:
Dust roads and the history of life unknown
wc: 4.8k
ELLABS Post game
Ellie had meant to come home.
That was the idea, anyway.
But home—whatever it once meant—had packed up her life into cardboard boxes and abandoned them in an upstairs room that didn’t smell like her anymore. Not like sweat and ink and soil and guitar strings. Not like Joel. Not like Jackson. Not like Dina.
It smelled like dust now.
Like vacancy.
She stood outside Tommy’s house with her arms limp at her sides, the sleeves of her flannel stuck to her forearms with sweat. The late summer sun bore down like a punishment, baking the road dust into the canvas of her torn Converse. Her shoulders were tight. Her chest felt hollow.
Nothing warm inside her anymore. Nothing left.
Her tail was tucked—figuratively, yeah, but she felt it all the same. Like her spine had coiled downward, curled in shame. Like her ribs were scaffolding for something she was barely keeping upright. The weight inside her chest was thick and shapeless, dragging her down from the inside.
The house hadn’t changed, but it felt different.
The paint on the shutters was peeling.
The porch creaked beneath her as she stepped up to the threshold.
The curtains were drawn.
A half-dead potted plant sat slouched in the corner like even it had given up.
She raised a hand, hesitated—
The door creaked open before her knuckles could land.
Tommy stood in the entryway, silhouetted in the amber spill of late-afternoon light. The sun behind him made a halo of brittle gold around his shoulders, but it didn’t suit him. It felt like mockery.
The air that drifted from the house smelled like old liquor, mothballs, and the kind of rot you can’t clean out of floorboards. His eyes were sunken. His hair grayer than she remembered. He hadn’t shaved in days.
But it was his face that stopped her.
He looked older. Not just aged—but used up. Weathered in a way that came from grief, not time. The corners of his mouth had fallen into a permanent sneer, even when he wasn’t speaking. His right hand hung a little too still. His limp was heavier.
He looked like a man held together by memory and alcohol.
His eyes pinned her.
“Did ya do it?” he asked.
No hello.
No welcome.
No invitation across the threshold.
Just five words.
The question dropped like iron between them.
His voice was dry, gravel pushed through whiskey. The words came sharp, as if he’d been sharpening them for weeks. Months.
Ellie didn’t answer at first.
Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
Her throat tightened, clenching around the things she wasn’t ready to say. Her fingers twitched at her sides—eight of them now, one hand forever incomplete. She flexed them like maybe they’d find something to hold on to.
Like maybe she could brace herself.
But there was nothing to fight here.
Just Tommy’s eyes. And the ghost of Joel standing between them, silent and heavy.
“She wasn’t…” Ellie started, voice thin and breaking. She stopped, swallowed. Tried again. “She wasn’t like before.”
She hated how small she sounded. How young.
Tommy’s mouth twitched.
Not quite a sneer. Not quite anything. Just the flicker of an old reflex that didn’t have the energy to finish.
He turned from the door without a word, dragging his bad leg behind him as he limped toward the window. Every step sounded like protest. He didn’t look back.
One hand rose to his face, rubbing the deep furrow between his brows. Then he scratched absently at the edge of the scar that curved around his temple—the one where the bullet had skimmed too close and left him half-blind.
The flesh there was pale and warped, like something had chewed it and spat it out. A pink crater. Angry and permanent.
He squinted into the light—not to see the street, Ellie knew. But to not see her.
She watched him, her stomach curdling.
That scar—it wasn’t just a wound. It was a sentence. A reminder.
Her fault. Even if he never said it out loud, it echoed in every inch of his posture.
Santa Barbara flared in her brain—sun-bleached bodies, sand clotted with blood. Joel’s skull crushed under a scream. Abby’s face gaunt and ghostly beneath the pier.
Had it been worth it?
She wanted to ask.
Wanted Tommy to scream yes, so she could scream no.
Wanted someone to tell her that what she had done hadn’t damned her.
But the man standing before her now wasn’t the brother Joel had trusted.
Not the man who’d once given her a rifle and a half-grin and said “you’re a natural, kiddo.”
That Tommy had died somewhere back in Seattle.
This one?
This one was all ash and bitterness.
He turned his head slightly, enough that she could see the line of his jaw. When he spoke again, the words were barely more than a breath.
“You’re a disgrace.”
They hit like a slap.
Quiet, precise, undeniable.
They floated in the room like smoke—acrid, staining everything they touched.
He didn’t raise his voice.
He didn’t need to.
“Get the hell away from my house.”
That last part he said without looking at her. Without anger.
Just finality.
Like slamming a lid on something that had already been buried.
Ellie stood there for a long moment.
She didn’t move.
Didn’t cry.
Just stared at his back, trying to remember the last time she felt welcome anywhere.
Then she turned.
And walked away.
Each step felt like a goodbye.
But to what, she didn’t know anymore.
To Tommy?
To Joel?
To Jackson?
To herself?
Maybe all of it.
Maybe none.
Ellie didn’t argue. She didn’t cry.
She left with the quiet of someone who had nothing left to defend.
By the time Ellie reached Dina’s new place, the sun had already begun to bleed out behind the trees, spilling long amber streaks across the road. The world had turned a soft, dusty sepia—like an old photograph too long left in the sun. Shadows stretched like reaching hands, lazy and golden, wrapping around porch steps and fence posts.
Everything felt quiet.
Not peaceful—just still.
The kind of stillness that presses against your ears, muffles your breath, makes you feel like the only person left alive.
She stood on the edge of the porch for a long moment, her boots planted firmly on the wooden step, unmoving. The house was simple, smaller than the one they'd shared before, with flower boxes lining the windows and a child's tricycle overturned in the yard. The wheels twitched slightly in the breeze, squeaking like a memory.
Her eyes climbed the front door slowly, following the grain of the wood as if it could tell her something—if she stared hard enough, maybe it would part for her, crack open and swallow her whole, or tell her to go away.
She wanted it to decide for her.
Her hand lifted before she realized it was moving, rising shakily through the thick air.
Eight fingers.
One palm.
Trembling.
They hovered near the doorframe.
Not touching. Not knocking.
Her throat constricted like a fist had closed inside it. Her chest ached, hollow and full at the same time. Her stomach twisted sharply, the kind of nausea that comes from too many emotions pushed too far down for too long.
She couldn’t breathe right.
She leaned forward just enough to brace her knuckles against her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut as bile surged hot up her throat.
It passed.
But the weight didn’t.
Behind that door was JJ.
Behind that door was Dina.
The last place that ever felt like maybe she was allowed to be loved.
And she couldn’t do it.
Not to Dina—not after everything she’d done.
Not to JJ—not with all the blood still on her hands.
Not to herself—because if she opened that door and saw rejection in Dina’s eyes, it would finish whatever was left inside her.
She stood there for another breath. And then another.
Then—quietly, slowly—she stepped back from the door.
Her boots creaked on the wooden porch as she turned.
And walked.
Down the steps.
Back into the fading gold of the world.
Her shoulders stayed stiff, her spine curled slightly forward like she was trying to fold into herself. She didn’t look back.
What followed wasn’t a return.
It was an exile.
Not a grand farewell, not a dramatic disappearance.
Just… quiet.
She didn’t look for Abby.
Didn’t trace any leads or follow old paths.
She just moved.
Forward. Sideways. It didn’t matter.
One broken town to the next.
One stretch of overgrown highway to the next.
One forest clearing, one riverbank, one dead end.
Then another.
Rivers became mirrors—reflecting a face she didn’t always recognize.
Roads became bruises—marks left behind on the soles of her feet, on her spine, in her chest.
She slept where she landed.
Sometimes in collapsed barns with half-rotted rafters.
Sometimes curled beneath broken billboards.
Sometimes in the arms of the earth itself—dirt and roots and silence.
She learned to catch trout with her bare hands, quick and sure, knuckles chapped from the cold. She drank straight from glacial creeks. She carved notches into the bark of trees to track time, though eventually she stopped counting. The marks were more ritual than record.
Her journal came with her at first.
It had once been full of sketches.
Of JJ’s round cheeks and gummy smile.
Of Dina’s hair curling behind her ear, loose and soft.
Of life. Of hope.
By the end of the third month, she no longer drew Dina.
By the seventh, she no longer drew anything.
The pages turned blank.
A silence began to bloom between the lines.
Love, she decided, wasn’t made for people like her.
It was for the unbloodied. The unruined.
It was for the ones who hadn’t watched the light die behind too many eyes.
Who hadn’t let it happen.
Who hadn’t caused it.
Human touch?
That was a relic now.
A dead language she couldn’t remember how to speak, and wouldn’t dare try.
But today…
Today, she sat hunched beside a shallow stream, her knees pulled up, the backs of her thighs wet from the damp moss-covered ground. The water moved fast—ice-cold, clear, singing its way over smooth stones. It made a sound like distant wind chimes or broken glass being carried gently away.
She whistled to herself.
Barely audible. A low, wandering tune that didn’t belong to any song. It just was.
Her knife moved in a steady rhythm across the whetstone in her lap—shhhkt, shhhkt—the metal edge catching the afternoon light in glints.
Each pass was deliberate.
Methodical.
As if she believed, deep down, that with enough pressure and time she could grind herself into something sharp again.
Something clean.
Above her, sunlight filtered through the pine canopy, dappling her coat in soft patches of golden-green. The fabric at her elbows had worn thin from use, threadbare and fraying. A squirrel chattered nearby, claws scraping against bark, but Ellie didn’t look up.
She didn’t have to.
She knew the sounds of the woods by now.
Knew what belonged—and what didn’t.
So when it came—
That crack.
That snap of a branch underfoot—
not the light, skittering weight of a raccoon or fox.
Not the shamble and wheeze of something infected.
But footsteps.
Measured.
Cautious.
Human.
Ellie stilled.
Her blade paused, halfway down the stone. Breath caught between inhale and exhale.
Everything in her body went still, tight, coiled—like a wire pulled taut.
The stream babbled on, indifferent.
The trees swayed.
The squirrel fled.
The whistle in her throat thinned into silence, cut clean as the edge she’d been honing. The whetstone rasped once more under the knife, then stopped. Even the stream seemed louder now—water tumbling over rock in silver ribbons, careless, alive.
Her hand slid to the revolver at her hip before her mind caught up. Muscle memory. Instinct carved into tendon and bone. Her pulse didn’t race—it dropped, heavy and cavernous, each beat echoing deep in her chest like something seismic shifting underground.
She wasn’t alone.
Heavy boots. Measured. Confident.
And beside them—lighter steps. Smaller. Careful.
A voice drifted through the trees, warm and easy, carried on pine-scented air.
“Maybe we’ll get lucky and score some salmon.”
That voice.
God.
That infuriating, steady, almost motherly cadence. The way it dipped slightly at the end, like she was smirking. Ellie could hear the shape of her mouth when she spoke. Could picture it—relaxed, certain.
Her stomach twisted.
Ellie rose in one smooth, sharp movement, rifle snapping up as she pivoted. The world narrowed into iron sights and breath.
The barrel pointed straight at the boy.
Dark hair. Wide eyes.
“Abby!” he screamed, voice cracking into the trees.
And like an obedient dog to its name, Abby came running—boots pounding earth, revolver raised in defense, shoulders squared.
She looked—
Different.
Her hair was longer now, grown into a short bob, braided back from her face. Clean. Intentional. Her frame had filled out again, muscle resting solid and healthy beneath worn fabric. She wasn’t the skeletal, sunburned corpse Ellie had cut down from a post in Santa Barbara. She wasn’t hollow-cheeked and delirious.
She was alive.
Strong.
Thriving.
Ellie’s hands trembled harder.
“Why the fuck are you here?!” she rasped. The words scraped her throat raw. Panic bubbled under her ribs, threatening to crack through bone.
Abby stopped short, lowering her revolver slowly, carefully—like approaching a wounded animal.
“Come on…” she breathed. Not command. Not threat. A plea. “Let’s not do this again.”
The words hung between them, thick as humidity.
Again.
Ellie’s jaw clenched.
Again meant Joel’s skull.
Again meant blood in a theater.
Again meant a blade to the throat on a California shore and the choice to let go.
Ellie’s vision blurred for half a second.
She closed her eyes.
Lowered the rifle.
Not because she forgave. Not because she trusted.
Because she was tired.
So fucking tired.
She turned her back to Abby before the tears could crest. Her throat burned. She refused—refused—to let Abby see her unravel. Not her. Not the woman who had beaten Joel to death and walked away with her hands intact.
“Just passing through,” Abby said softly behind her.
Ellie heard her shift, subtle but deliberate. When she glanced over her shoulder, Lev had moved behind Abby’s frame—protected. Shielded.
The sight hit her harder than any punch.
She had been protected once.
By Joel’s broad back. By his rough hands guiding hers on a rifle. By the weight of his arm around her shoulders during bad movies, the crackle of a low fire, the steady thrum of safety in his presence.
Protected.
The word tasted bitter now.
Ellie shook her head sharply, swallowing something jagged and unforgiving.
“You have five seconds to leave.”
Her voice was steadier this time. Dead steady.
Abby swallowed. Ellie saw the movement in her throat. Saw the tension flicker behind her eyes.
“Why are you out here?” Abby asked quietly, brow knitting. There was no sarcasm in it. No cruelty. Just—concern.
Concern.
Ellie almost laughed.
How dare she look at her like that. Like she could read the fractures under her skin. Like she could see the nights Ellie woke up gasping. The way her hands sometimes forgot how to stop shaking. The way love had curdled into something she couldn’t touch without breaking it.
“Why the fuck would you want to know?” Ellie snapped, turning back fully now. “You don’t get to look at me like that.”
The stream kept running behind them, indifferent.
Wind moved through the pines, carrying the scent of wet earth and distant snow.
Abby didn’t raise her gun again.
Didn’t move forward.
She just stood there, broad shoulders rising and falling slowly, Lev tucked close behind her like something precious.
And Ellie felt something awful bloom in her chest—
Not hatred.
Not quite.
Something more fragile. More dangerous.
Recognition.
The world had carved them both open.
And here they stood, two survivors shaped by the same blade, pretending they didn’t understand the other’s scars.
The space between them pulsed with history.
Five seconds stretched long and thin.
Ellie didn’t count.
She just stood there, rifle lowered, heart shaking the earth beneath her ribs.
Abby licked her lips, a nervous habit Ellie remembered. Her arm was still outstretched, instinctively shielding the boy behind her. Not as densely muscled as she’d been back in Seattle—her arms no longer looked like steel cables wound beneath skin—but she was healthier than she'd been in Santa Barbara. That version of her had been a ghost: sunburned, skeletal, barely alive. This Abby had color in her cheeks again, some fullness returned to her shoulders and thighs, like the woods had offered her penance in the form of wild game and stillness.
She took a breath that looked heavier than it should’ve been. Her chest rose, fell. Then she cleared her throat and said softly, “We have a camp.”
Her voice caught slightly on the word we, as if unsure it still applied.
“Just Lev and I.”
Lev looked up at her sharply, his expression folding into something conflicted—wide-eyed and uncertain. He shook his head once, sharply, brows drawing together.
“No,” he murmured under his breath, low and sharp.
Abby gave him a look. A firm, almost maternal glance from the corner of her eye that held no anger, just the kind of authority forged from shared grief and long roads. Lev folded his arms, jaw tight, and stepped slightly back behind her, silent again.
Ellie watched the exchange with a clenched jaw, her fingers flexing near the rifle strap. Everything felt like a standoff even though no one had moved.
“Camp?” Ellie repeated, suspicion sour in her mouth.
Abby nodded once. “An old log cabin. Stumbled on it a few weeks ago—up past the creek bend, just west of the split rock. There’s a spare room.” Her eyes flicked to Ellie’s boots. “It’s warm. Safe. Clean water.”
Her voice was measured, almost apologetic.
“We’ve been in these woods a while.”
Ellie said nothing at first. She just stared—drank in the way Abby stood protectively in front of him, the way her pack was patched and weather-worn, the faint red line of an old scar peeking above the collar of her shirt. She looked tired. Not just in body. Somewhere deeper.
And yet… they were offering shelter.
A roof.
A bed.
A space where Ellie could finally let her guard down.
Sleep without one eye open.
Feel a fire’s heat on her face without fearing footsteps just outside her reach.
But Abby would be there.
Abby, who had taken Joel from her with a golf club and a scream.
Who had broken something inside Ellie so deep it still hadn’t healed.
The blood on her hands might’ve faded from her skin, but Ellie saw it. She’d always see it.
And still… in the quiet churn of her chest, somewhere beneath the ache and bitterness, she heard Joel’s voice.
Not loud.
Not angry.
Just there.
He would’ve wanted her to go.
To rest.
To eat.
To live.
So Ellie closed her eyes, jaw tightening as the forest breathed around them, and nodded once.
“One night,” she muttered.
Abby didn’t smile. Her lips pressed into a pale, unreadable line. But something shifted in her expression—something small. Her blue eyes softened, just slightly, as if that one sentence cracked the surface of something frozen in her chest.
She nodded in return. Like it mattered. Like the invitation soothed something ancient and rusted inside her.
And in that second, Ellie hated her all over again.
For looking relieved.
For needing Ellie’s acceptance like it washed her clean.
Because nothing would ever be clean again.
Not between them.
Not ever.
But she followed anyway. Through the trees, toward the unknown glow of a fire and a cabin that waited like a memory never lived.
Following Abby felt… wrong. Off. Like she was stepping into someone else’s dream.
Abby walked ahead with steady purpose, the straps of her pack pulling tight against her back, broad shoulders rising and falling with each breath. She was taller—by a full four inches at least—and Ellie had never felt it more than now, trailing behind her like a shadow that didn’t belong.
The forest shifted around them, pine needles crunching underfoot, soft light filtering through the branches like smoke. Ellie could hear Abby’s breathing: slow, even, a rhythm she seemed to carry like armor. Lev walked just behind her, his boots lighter, quieter. Every so often he glanced over his shoulder—quick, sharp looks, like prey tracking a potential threat.
Lev’s scared of me?
The thought hit strange. Unsettling.
What had she done, really, to warrant that fear?
But then again…
The image of Abby collapsing into the ocean, bruised and beaten and barely human, flashed behind Ellie’s eyes. That final, ragged fight—salt water in her lungs, blood in her mouth, and Abby’s frame like a dying animal under her grip.
Maybe that was enough.
She pushed the memory down. Buried it deep.
The trees thinned, and the cabin came into view.
It was tucked between tall pines, small from the outside but not ramshackle. Just… humble. Weathered wood, a clothesline hung with drying fabric, a galvanized washbin resting near the steps. A few raised garden beds sat to the left, filled with scraggly green leaves and a line of crooked tomatoes. Ellie caught the faint scent of herbs—maybe rosemary or mint—growing wild near the porch.
Abby stepped up to the door and opened it without fanfare. She didn’t look back. Just pointed to a room off to the right as she entered.
“That one’s all yours,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Her voice was quiet, unreadable.
Ellie nodded without meeting her eyes.
The cabin’s interior was warmer than she expected. Not warm in temperature, necessarily, but in spirit. Light filtered through threadbare curtains. The walls were decorated with hand-drawn pictures—Lev’s, probably—crudely taped or tacked to the wood: wolves, mountains, rough outlines of birds in flight. A row of jars lined the counter, filled with preserved peaches and tomatoes. On the couch sat a blanket stitched from animal hides, its edges singed but repaired. A small fireplace sat at the heart of the room, and above it, hooks held a few well-used cooking pans.
Books were stacked haphazardly on a coffee table, their spines cracked and titles faded. A crank record player rested beside them, the kind Ellie hadn’t seen in years. Dust caught the light on its surface. In the far corner, leaned against the wall, sat a guitar. Untouched. Forgotten. Its strings dull and loose.
Ellie’s throat tightened.
She didn’t say a word.
Just walked past the living room, into the small side bedroom Abby had pointed to. The door creaked as she pushed it closed behind her.
The room was simple. A narrow bed, a chipped dresser, a woven rug at the foot of the frame. The bed was made—sheets thin but clean, blanket folded with care. There was no mirror, no clock. Just stillness.
Ellie dropped her pack beside the bed and sat down. Her hands came to her face, palms dragging over tired skin, fingers digging into the sockets of her eyes.
The mattress dipped beneath her weight. Soft. Too soft.
She hadn’t had a bed in months. Not a real one. Just dirt, concrete, cold metal, the sharp edge of exhaustion cradling her bones. Here, the springs barely creaked.
Outside the door, voices rose.
Muffled at first—then louder. Abby and Lev, arguing in hushed, urgent tones. Lev’s voice sharp. Abby’s low and firm. Ellie didn’t try to make out the words.
She lay back without undressing.
Still in her jacket. Still wearing her shoes.
She stared at the ceiling for all of two breaths before her body gave in.
The mattress cradled her like it remembered what it was to hold a person. Her limbs grew heavy. Her chest sank. Her jaw unclenched. For the first time in what felt like a year, her eyelids fell shut without force.
And even with the argument still murmuring beyond the door,
Even with the ghosts she hadn’t yet buried,
Even with Abby just on the other side of the wall—
Ellie slept.
It felt like only seconds had passed.
But the amber light leaking through the window slats said otherwise—sunset had slipped in while her eyes were closed, painting the walls in warm gold and dying pink. The air in the room had shifted. Softer now. She blinked herself awake as a smell, rich and wild and strangely comforting, curled beneath her nose.
Then—fingers. Soft, barely-there taps on her shoulder.
She rubbed her face with both hands, the grit of sleep still clinging to her skin. Her joints cracked as she sat up. Lev stood just in front of her, small and still, holding a tin plate between his hands.
Steam rose from it in lazy coils. Meat. Root vegetables. Thick broth.
Ellie’s eyes adjusted slowly, and behind him, Abby leaned in the doorway, arms folded, posture quiet but alert. Like she wasn’t sure whether Ellie would throw the plate or eat it.
“It’s deer,” Abby said, voice low and even. Her chin tilted toward the food. “Trapped it a few days ago. There’s rosemary in the broth.”
Ellie narrowed her eyes, flicking her gaze from the plate to Abby.
“Oh,” she muttered, lips curling into something sour. “I thought it was people.”
A moment+ passed. Abby’s brow twitched, mouth tightening—but then the corner of her lip lifted, a nearly imperceptible twitch of amusement that didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t respond.
Ellie snatched the plate anyway, muttering a clipped “thanks” in Lev’s direction.
Then she devoured it.
Not with manners. Not with caution.
She ate fast, like the food might disappear if she looked away. Her jaw worked hard, the stew scalding her tongue, but she didn’t care. Her stomach clawed for it. She hadn’t eaten anything real in… weeks? Months?
The sensation clawed at an old place in her brain—something feral and cold. She was back in that jail cell. Back with David. Snow outside. Hunger inside. The metallic taste of fear thick in her mouth.
She shoved the memory down, forced it into the pit where all the others lived.
Gone.
By the time she scraped the last of the broth with her finger, Abby had disappeared from the doorway. In the quiet of the house, Ellie heard the clink of dishes, the soft slosh of water against metal. She was washing up.
Lev hadn’t moved.
He just stood there, hands at his sides, watching.
“What?” Ellie snapped, half a bite still in her cheek. Her tone cracked sharp, harsher than she meant.
Lev didn’t flinch.
“You should stay longer than one night,” he said quietly.
Ellie stilled.
Brows knitting together, she swallowed and shook her head. “I’m good.”
Lev drew a slow breath, standing taller despite his smaller frame. “It’s going to get colder soon.”
Ellie exhaled sharply through her nose. “I know. Wyoming gets snow this time of year.”
But Lev’s brow furrowed deeper. He stepped back, expression puzzled.
“Wyoming?” he repeated.
She looked up at him, licking a smear of broth from her thumb. “Yeah,” she said flatly.
Lev paused, then glanced down the hall toward the living room. “Why would Wyoming matter?”
The question pulled something taut in her chest.
She blinked.
Stared at him.
Then, without answering, she stood and picked up her empty plate. Her fingers were tight around its edges.
“No way I’m making her wash this,” she muttered, already walking out of the room.
The living room greeted her in warm twilight. The fireplace was just a low burn now, casting flickers against the walls, making Lev’s drawings seem alive. The washbin sat near the back door, filled with water that had been warmed by the fire, judging by the steam rising in tendrils.
Abby stood beside it, sleeves rolled to her elbows, scrubbing a pan with practiced care.
As Ellie approached, Abby moved slightly to the side—not in retreat, but in respect. Careful not to crowd her. Careful not to trigger anything.
Ellie stepped in, lowered the plate into the water, and began cleaning.
The silence buzzed. Lev hovered in the doorway.
Then, behind her, Abby’s voice came, quiet and careful.
“This is Oregon.”
Ellie froze.
The plate in her hands squeaked faintly against the tin basin.
She turned just enough to see Abby’s face—calm, but tight. Lev shifted behind her, watching them both like a tether between two frayed ends.
Ellie blinked, then looked down.
“Oh,” she said simply.
Just that.
Nothing more.
She dried the plate, her hands moving automatically, and returned to the bedroom without another word.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Oregon, she thought, lowering herself onto the bed again.
She had walked so far. Wandered so long.
She hadn’t even realized she’d crossed the border.
It was like her brain had stopped keeping track.
Like her body had been moving, but her soul was still stuck somewhere in Wyoming—still at Joel’s grave, still on the porch with Tommy, still staring at a door she couldn’t bring herself to knock on.
She stared at the ceiling, the hush of the cabin settling around her like snowfall.
How far had she come?
And why did it still feel like she hadn’t moved at all?
Dina catches Ellie packing with socks, and Ellie is super embarrassed—until she realizes Dina is really, really into it.
contents: transmasc Ellie (Dina calls her "my boy," she/her pronouns), soft domme Dina, subtop Ellie (briefly), mentions of past trauma, dry humping, teasing, biting, praise, fingering (d!receiving), clit/cock worship (e!receiving), edging (e!receiving), squirting, aftercare
wc: 3.6k
Dina catches her in the bedroom, angling her hips in the full-length mirror, a look of firm concentration on her face. Ellie doesn't notice her there in the doorway at first, so Dina has a few moments to piece it together—to trace the curve of Ellie's worn-out t-shirt down to the belt of her black jeans, to the barely-there bulge between her legs.
That's what has Ellie’s attention, too. Frustrated, implacable, trying to look so hard that something grows—the same way she treats the seedlings in the garden.
Dina clears her throat, just loud enough to make herself known, and Ellie jumps like she's been hit.
"Jesus!" She doesn't know what to do with herself, hands fluttering to cover her crotch. She seems to realize that's more suspicious than not doing anything, and they fly to her sides instead, trying to find some kind of composure. The flush on her cheeks that was already there grows deeper.
Dina uncrosses her arms. She moves past her slowly, settling on the bed behind Ellie. "Whatcha doing?"
"Nothing." The word comes out too quickly. Unconvincing. Ellie throws her hands up in performed nonchalance, and Dina can't help but smile. She's so easily flustered, so guarded in a way that Dina always sees right through.
Dina's eyes skate down to the slight bulge in Ellie's jeans again. There's real curiosity on her lips when she says, "That doesn't look like nothing."
Ellie crosses her arms, even redder, if that's possible. "Look. It's not— It isn't like— it's nothing, okay? I don't—"
"Ellie. Relax." Dina can see the genuine panic boiling under the surface, carrying Ellie away too easily. "Just c'mere for a second."
Ellie approaches the bed cautiously, coming to rest between Dina's thighs. She shivers when Dina tugs her a little closer by the belt, hands sinking to her hips so she can't squirm away.
"Gonna tell me what you've got in there?"
Ellie buries her face in one hand, body tensed. "It's... They're just socks."
That shouldn't be hot to Dina, not really. But something about Ellie admitting to it sends a warm shudder from her sternum to her core. Not that she wants Ellie to know that. "Socks, huh? I hope they're not mine."
"Oh, fuck off." Ellie gives her a gentle shove on the shoulder, but Dina doesn't let go—won't let Ellie shy away from this. "No, they're mine."
"Which ones?"
"The little like... Sport ones. The black ones." When she catches Dina grinning, she gets even more exasperated. Groaning, "What?"
Dina bites her lower lip. "Well, aren’t you going to show me?"
Ellie goes still and quiet. She just looks, eyes darting nervously over Dina's features for some hidden meaning there. "You can already see..."
"Take your jeans off."
She says it just forcefully enough to let Ellie know that this is not a joke to her. She isn't going to laugh. She just wants to see Ellie, all of her. And for some reason, the urge to see her girlfriend with a bulge in her boyshorts lights a fire low in her belly.
Dina lets go, and Ellie takes a step back. Then another. She undoes her belt, and then hesitates.
Dina gives her a nod, encouraging, gentle. "Go ahead. Show me, baby."
Ellie sighs, frustrated, and shoves her jeans down to her knees in one motion. She just stands there, rigid and blushing.
When Dina doesn't say anything at first, she starts to get restless. "So? Now you've seen it." She starts to reach for her jeans again, to pull them back on, but Dina stops her—
"Come here. Just let me look at you."
And she does. Once she can touch her again, Dina's hands run up the backs of Ellie's thighs until goosebumps spring up under thin blonde hairs, hips rocking subtly toward her before Ellie regains her balance. Then up over the sides of her boyshorts, admiring the pouch where Ellie is usually flat, the tastefully small bundle of socks that make her look soft and delicious. Dina has to stop herself from putting her mouth on her then and there.
"What do you think?" Ellie's voice comes out strained, softer now. Aware of the care Dina is holding her with, aware of the warmth passed between them. Because Dina knows that looking at Ellie like this always makes her shy, makes her feel too seen.
Dina catches her eyes. Holds them. "I think you look fucking hot, babe." She means every word.
She turns them easily so that Ellie takes her place on the bed, so Dina can stand above her briefly, thumb running over the roughness of chapped lips, the soft fuzz of her cheek. "Ellie..."
Ellie hums something in response, a question maybe, but the sound catches and doesn't make it out all the way. Her fingers tense around Dina's forearm, tug her in closer.
It kills her to pull away, but it's only for a moment. Dina strips off her shirt, watching the way Ellie's eyes widen, the way she swallows at the sight of Dina in only a bra—like she hasn't seen her naked almost every day of the week—and kicks off her jeans. Stripping down the separation between them. Then she's back on her, sinking down onto Ellie's lap until the already-damp fabric of her panties touches the firm bundle in Ellie's underwear.
Ellie's mouth opens in an 'o' and Dina takes in a harsh breath. She settles, resting her full weight over Ellie’s lap, lets herself feel the dull friction through layers of fabric, before she finally pulls Ellie into a kiss.
It’s soft at first. Testing, like it’s the first time, and both of them are holding something precious and trying not to break it. But then Dina nudges her hips forward just a little, and Ellie opens her mouth to groan against her lips. She chases that feeling, that urgency—tongues and teeth, Dina biting hard on Ellie’s lower lip until she tastes blood, until she feels Ellie squirming under her.
And she’s—She could probably cum from this alone. From the way Ellie's hips buck up to meet her, like she's fucking her already, arm around her waist to keep her steady. From the way Ellie is so different like this, quiet, unthinking, determined. Wanting so badly. And it's the thought—the certainty—that Ellie is soaking through her boyshorts that has Dina leaning in and mouthing along her neck, words spilling before she can think them through, "God, Ellie... So good.” Teeth grazing. “My sweet boy."
Ellie just stops. Doesn't freeze over like she usually does when something goes wrong—like the few times she's had a flashback while they're together, when Dina pushed one of Ellie's wrists above her head without thinking, when they knocked a screw loose and a shelf fell from the wall with all their books clattering onto the floor. She doesn't feel that racing in Ellie's chest, the sense she's tensing to run.
Dina sits back anyway. Takes her in. "What is it? Was that okay?"
"Um, yeah." Ellie's lips are slack and swollen, hair ruffled, sweat glistening on her collarbone. In her eyes, there’s something dark and wild Dina can't quite read.
"Do you like when I call you that?"
Ellie nods slowly. "Yeah, I do." And then, cautiously—"Have you been thinking that? About me?"
"All the time." Dina combs Ellie's hair out of her face, feeling the slickness of her skin. "I didn't know if you'd mind."
"I don't, I—" She's fumbling, but Dina lets her find her way through it. "I really like it, actually. I want to be that, for you."
"My boy?"
"Yeah." It comes out with a sigh, letting go of a weight she's been carrying.
Dina looks at her hard, brings her back even when Ellie wants to turn away. She needs her to really hear it. "You are. You're my boy, Ellie. And—” She gives Ellie’s chin a firm squeeze, “I love you."
-
It's not long before Ellie is lost in it and needing more. Dina, teeth dragging over her throat, hips grinding a steady rhythm into her packer, close but not close enough. Ellie's fingers bite into her hips, trying to anchor herself. Whining, losing her pace.
"Please what?" She kisses Ellie's lips softly. Too sweet, like she doesn’t know already what Ellie’s asking for.
"Let me..." Eyes searching, trying to find the words. "Let me fuck you. Please."
Dina tries not to let her see the way her heart skips in her chest, the way she can't breathe for half a second, the way she's already leaving a wet spot on Ellie's lap. She presses one last kiss into Ellie's jaw. "Sure, baby. All you had to do was ask."
Ellie doesn't bother with the strap in the dresser—they both know they're chasing this moment, can’t lose the contact of skin on skin for more than a second. So as soon as Ellie has Dina with her back on the pillow, she's already working her panties aside, already has two fingers probing ungracefully for her entrance, gasping when they slip inside so easily.
Ellie’s fingers curl, and she just moans.
She's always like this—just the feeling of Dina's warmth around her makes her fall apart. Dina pulls her in close so she can taste her mouth, so she can whine against Ellie's cheek, so Ellie knows that all of this is for her. Because of her.
Ellie sinks into her. Her fingers work a ragged, uneven rhythm that matches the pace of her hips as she bucks against her own hand. Dina can only gasp out praise through the warmth that swells inside her: "so fucking good baby... my good boy, g-god Ellie, so good—" All the while, Ellie moans into her shoulder like she's the one getting fucked.
That's what does it to Dina. Not the way Ellie's fingers curl inside her, even though she knows exactly where Dina needs them, not Ellie's palm grinding against her clit, slick with her own wetness, but the way Ellie loses herself to it completely. Can barely keep herself upright, twitching and moaning and already on the edge without Dina even having to touch her. Ellie's teeth sink into her shoulder—unplanned, sharp—and that's all Dina needs, thighs clenching around Ellie's arm, breath gone, every muscle tensed for release.
They lie there for several minutes, Ellie absolutely slack on top of her. She whines when Dina nudges her fingers out, like she can't stand to be separated from her even for a second. Her own breath getting more even, Dina just holds her, strokes her back. "You did so good for me, baby. So fucking good."
When Ellie rolls onto her back, Dina just takes her in. All splayed out, eyes hazy, still way too dressed.
Dina pushes up onto her elbows, testing her own strength. She’s still shaky and a little bit wrecked, but Ellie needs her too, and she’s not done with her quite yet.
She slips a hand under Ellie's shirt—Ellie jumps at the touch—and pushes it upward to reveal the tense muscles of her abdomen.
"Did you finish?" Dina asks, just a note of teasing in her voice.
Ellie looks almost offended. "What? No! I didn't—"
It wouldn't be the first time it's happened, Ellie so far gone with her head between Dina's thighs that she's trembling and crying and can’t stop herself until it’s too late. It's actually kind of a miracle she's kept it together this long.
Dina's hand glides further up Ellie's chest, pausing below the curve of her breast. Just resting there. She feels Ellie's breath expand and shrink in her ribcage. "Do you want to?"
Ellie takes a deeper breath before she nods, voice a little shaky. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."
"Good boy," Dina whispers, grinning at the way the words alone make Ellie fold in on herself, a low whine escaping her throat. And then she's hooking under the waistband of Ellie's underwear and peeling them down her thighs, all the way off, and tossing them somewhere they'll probably never find.
"Jesus Christ, Ellie." Ellie kicks her feet a little as Dina nudges her thighs open, just admiring how wrecked she is already, the wetness that's painting her thighs, the way she's glistening under the cute little tuft of brown hair that runs from her belly button to her groin.
"Fuck," Ellie whines, burying her face in her elbow. "Don't say anything."
"I don't even have to," Dina says, just letting her fingertips glide up Ellie's thighs, down her belly. "All this, just from fucking me?"
"Dina." It's meant to be a warning, but Ellie doesn't have any business giving warnings right now.
"Move your hands, baby. Let me look at you."
It knocks the wind out of her, the way Ellie meets her gaze. Embarrassed, yes, but also so so sweet, so needy, so hers.
Ellie's hips rise toward Dina without her meaning to, and Dina steadies her with a gentle hand. "I bet you're so close already," Dina says. "Without me even touching you."
"Gonna fucking—" kill you, is probably what she intends to say, before Dina cuts her off with her fingertips, spreading her open so gently. Just to look, to admire.
She's told Ellie about a hundred times how much she loves it, the way her clit pokes out between her folds, how slick and swollen it gets at the slightest touch. How cute it is. How pretty. Usually Ellie just flushes, rolls her eyes (if she has the capacity at that point to do anything), kicks her away with a gentle whatever.
And maybe that's not what Ellie wants to hear.
Dina lowers herself enough to rest her cheek on Ellie's thigh, breath ghosting over her center. Ellie yelps, body jolting at the feeling.
Her touch is feather light, barely there, just a fingertip stroking the underside of Ellie's clit. It’s enough for Ellie to seethe off the mattress, making a muted, choked-off sound somewhere between a gag and a whimper.
Another breath. "So sensitive, baby," Dina teases, with more warmth than edge. "You're so hard for me already."
Ellie just whines, trying to push her hips upward, anywhere, but Dina soothes over her stomach, stroking the hair there gently.
"Need something, sweet boy?"
"Fuck, Dina—" is all Ellie can manage through gritted teeth.
Dina's head is already fuzzy from the scent of her, from the way Ellie just keeps dripping with hardly any contact, and her grip on Ellie's thighs isn't just to keep Ellie still. She bites it down, that rising fire in her gut—slow down, make this last. Make it good. Ellie's been so good for her.
"You want my mouth on your cock, baby? Would that feel good?"
Ellie’s clit twitches when she says that. Actually twitches. Dina barely hears Ellie's fuck yes please because her mouth is already on her, because she needs this so much more than she expected.
And, fuck—The minute Ellie's clit is on her tongue, her body reacts like it’s all new—like she’s never tasted Ellie before, never had all of her, like this is the only thing that matters. She just holds her there at first, lips soft, letting Ellie adjust to the feeling—back arching from the mattress, eyes glued shut, mouth open silently.
Then she collapses, breath coming short, and she's grinding her hips upward into Dina's mouth. Asking for what she needs.
And Dina could never deny her that.
She finds an easy rhythm, the pulse of Ellie's clit in her mouth matching slow, intentional swirls of her tongue. Ellie kicks her feet, sometimes gasping, sometimes growling in frustration when she isn't getting as much as she wants.
It doesn’t take long for her to get close. "Oh, fuck Dina, that's— I'm—"
Dina pulls away for a second. For a breath, and to see—
When she does, Ellie chases her mouth, clenching around nothing, whole body flexed on the precipice.
And something just breaks. Some resistance, something withholding, and when it does, Dina feels the spray of wetness on her lips—tastes the sweet tang of her—feels it between her fingers on the sheets.
Ellie’s panting, still writhing, her clit pulsing a steady beat.
It takes Dina a moment to find her words. "Ellie. Baby."
"Mmmm?" Ellie mumbles, still gone, eyes pinched shut.
"Did you just cum?" It's not a taunt this time. She's actually asking, because it's never happened like this before. Not unless Dina is fucking her with her fingers, hitting that swollen spot inside her just right, that's the only time Ellie squirts like that.
Ellie's forehead creases, eyes still shut. Like she’s trying to trace the nerves in her own body, to find where they end—trying and failing. "Um... Not sure."
"Can I?" Dina drags her thumb ever so gently through Ellie's thick wetness, watching the way she tenses, but doesn't squirm away. Ellie takes a sharp breath when she reaches her clit again, circling it lightly. "Still okay?"
"Yeah, it's... fuck, I'm—"
She can feel her bearing down, the pressure almost too much. And then it happens again, a rush and a trickle glinting, and then dripping down the curves of her ass.
It’s all the encouragement Dina needs. Because Ellie's still catching her breath, and somehow she still hasn't cum, and Dina wants to keep her like this as long as she can.
Chasing it. Feeling everything.
She’s patient, not cruel—though Ellie would probably disagree. Keeping Ellie close with her fingertips, her tongue, just enough pressure and suction to feel that tension, the way Ellie swells and pushes into her, and then she eases up. Lets Ellie tremble without her touch, lets her spill, over and over, Dina trying to catch as much of it on her tongue as she can.
She doesn’t know how long it lasts. Time stretches, and Ellie stops begging. Her tongue doesn’t make words anymore, only animal noises, only whines, only sobs, telling Dina exactly how close and how far she is from what she really needs.
When she asks, finally, Ellie is barely there. Heavy-lidded eyes blinking slowly, lips moving absently.
"Ellie, baby. Want me to let you cum?"
Ellie can barely give her a nod, a string of sounds that sort of resemble yes and please, but Dina already knows the answer. Ellie can’t ask anymore. Just needs.
It doesn't take much. Dina is gentle with her this time, slipping two fingers inside—finally—and Ellie just cries, low and broken in her throat. Thumb stroking over her swollen, over-sensitive clit, Dina curls her fingers with precision. She only has to stroke her twice before she feels Ellie start to clamp down, to tense around her and try to push her out.
She shatters again—this time more final, more broken, spilling over Dina's palm, her wrist, the sheets below them.
Ellie is incoherent when Dina crawls to her side, more sore than she'd like to admit—and it’s absolutely fucking worth it. She kisses Ellie's cheeks, salty and rough with tears. Ellie can't look at her yet, can't open her eyes, so Dina just holds her. Kisses her shoulder, rubs circles into her hip, letting her feel the contact and soften into it.
"My sweet boy,” she whispers. “You did so good for me, Ellie. So good."
It's a long time before Ellie starts to stir, turning to look at her. Frowning, studying. She shifts her hips to the side, noticing how wet the sheets are for the first time. "Jesus Christ. What did you do to me?"
Dina tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear, thumb dragging over her freckled cheek—she just can't help it. "That was all you."
Ellie just hmphs, head falling back to stare at the ceiling. Too tired to argue.
Dina lets her fingertips wander over the smooth muscle of Ellie's abdomen, watching her flex at the cool touch. "So the socks..." She prods a little, careful not to embarrass Ellie too much. "Is that going to be a regular thing, or...?"
"You actually like it?" A little bit incredulous, tentative. "Really?"
"Ellie..."
She's already thinking about it, Ellie sneaking up behind her while she does the dishes, pressing against Dina's ass with the weight of the packer there. Ellie dressed up in her one pair of nice slacks for a trip to Jackson, nobody else but her knowing what's waiting when they get home.
More than the rest of it, though, she thinks of Ellie sprawled on the couch in her underwear—worn out, drifting, chest rising and falling in slow lilts—a soft fullness between her legs because she wants it there. Because it feels like her.
"I think it's really hot that you like it."
"Okay." Ellie just mulls it over. Taking it inside herself like she always does, needing to dissect and digest in private before she can let Dina into the way she really feels.
Dina can feel the weight of something settling for both of them. The outbreath. The reminder that it’s okay to be here, in the unknowing. Neither of them needs an answer.
For now, Dina is satisfied just to brush the hair out of Ellie’s face, just to hold her. Eventually, when she's mustered enough strength, to get both of them out of bed, to run a bath, to change the sheets.
All of that can come later. For now, all she needs to do is hold her.
Sitka, Alaska is a place only accessible by land and sea, a small town that collides between the secluded coastline and the outreaching wilderness.
Its main affliction being seafood ports and Tourism for its Native and Russian culture- it’s not a bad spot to end up between the months of April to September- if you don’t mind the cold, that is.
But sometimes- ya gotta bring people in to get the job done..
An older lady- late forty’s maybe, walks into the back of a wooden general store, humming along softly at the oldies playing on a record player as wooden boards creaked under her booted feet.
She walked up to the front counter poured herself a cup of coffee. She coughed a little, dropping a nickel into a large glass jar beside the stained glass pot.
“Mornin’ Jude.”
“Mn- mornin Bill.” She muttered, a cigarette hanging from her lips as she saw him walk up. She nodded to him and walked back to a tight disorganized office, turning an open sign on the door as she turned the key and walked in.
“When the new crew comin in!” Bill called from the back.
“A week! If they wanna work that is..” she muttered the last part to herself as she sat down in an old wooden chair- the wood groaning under her weight as she brushed away the blooming grays from her eyes- and picked up two Manila folders labeled ‘approval notice’
She looked over two files- and hummed softly.
Though she had started doing research on the ten coming to work for her months ago- she had to question the motives of the people in front of her- their pictures anyway. Of all the places in the country to go- hell- of all the places in Alaska, why would a war vet and a hunter choose Sitka?
Sitka wasn’t bad, per se- it was beautiful during the summer months, but there were other places to go- more beautiful places to see.
Though- she wasn’t going to complain, it wasn’t often she got one much less two people competent enough to carry a weapon and be actual ranger material.
She was expecting a couple planes and the AMHS ferry to arrive sometime within the next week. After a month-long training, it’d be open season for the summer months- and the money would be rolling in…
She ashed her cigarette in a stained tray labeled ‘Sitka Touring Co.’ as she flipped the second Manila folder open.
She had a feeling this one was a Wildcard. She smirked a little as she took a heavy sip of her coffee, and read over the file once more. She’d been on this earth long enough to see just a little of her teenage self in some of the people she employed. She hoped it’d be a good- non eventful season..
At a swift knock, Jude lifted her head to a familiar face.
“Well I’ll be damned.” She smirked, plucking the cigarette from her mouth and setting it in the ashtray as she walked around her desk.
“God you’ve grown up- look at cha!” She smiled, bringing in a woman in her early twenties into her arms. The woman laughed softly “heya Jude, you look good.”
“It’s wonderful to have you another season hun, welcome home…You see your folks yet?” She asked as she stepped back.
“Not yet- thought I’d come by and hand you this before I head over, they’ve got some Coho and Crab bisque waiting for me. Seafoods far too expensive in Mass- I’m excited..” she muttered off, adjusting her flannel as she handed over the newspaper from a couple towns over.
“Saw this on the plane over from Ketchikan..” she muttered, flipping through a few pages and settling on one. “Natalia-“
“I know, I know. Leave it be. Everyone says that- but they were found in the trees Ju-“
“Mountain lions and bears- maybe even a lynx if one was stupid enough to somehow end up here. Every year I hear this, Talia, and every year- I say this.” She said, taking her cigarette- and settling it between her lips again.
“I put you on ocean tours this season, with a guy who’s real nice and knows about the water. You won’t have to be on land until you go back to your big fancy Boston college- alright?” Jude said gently, and the woman nodded, hands brushing over the braid in her hair.
“Good- now, go see your folks..and I expect some bisque if they can help it.” Jude said, patting the young woman’s back as she made her way through the general store, grabbing a brown paper bag of items from bill on her way out..
Jude sighed, and closed the office door- looking at the newspaper again- bold, dramatic letters printed in black:
‘Bodies Found Mutilated by Animal.’
And under it..
‘Will Sitka officials hunt down the wildlife responsible?? Sitka mayor holds conference after death of 25 year-old hiker Kyle Chankovitch on March 2nd, 2009.’
Jude grunted- before turning to a messily organized filing cabinet- and pulling up a map.
She set it down like it was a relic of an anniversary she’d rather not celebrate. She didn’t think it would start so early…
This time though, she was ready. 
“I’m gonna hunt that fuckin animal down- and mount it on my wall.”
…
(Yes, I know the cover is a Pinterest collage- no I don’t know how to edit an actual cover for this series- yes this really was the best I could do.)
This has been conceptualizing since I joined tumblr- and being inspired by people like @punkassfrance with their series, I’d really like to get into this new romance, action, and mystery genre.
I really wanted to get as accurate as possible with this one- and I’ve spent this last month world building for this. I don’t have the first chapter out yet- but I think you’ll find these ‘recovered’ files a nice appetizer- I’d say it’s more of a short prologue than anything- and it introduces the world our two lovely ladies are gonna go into lol.
Share some comments! Give me suggestions! I’m excited!
Was the only thought that ran over and over In Abby’s mind as her eyes glanced over from her spot on the couch- her head never moving, but eyes tracking.
The darkened kitchen, only lit by the overhead stove light- displayed a sight that any other reasonable human being wouldn’t even look once at- much less twice.
It was just her roomate, in a tank top and dinosaur boxer shorts.. nothing to even consider- nothing to even think about.
…but god damn it. Abby was fucking sick.
…
She was unsure how she even ended up with her as a roomate, really.
Abby had this other…roomate. Well, sorta. She met her in a Com-Sci class a semester ago. They tolerated each other enough to become Roomate’s, though- she was more of an acquaintance than a friend. Dina, some Communications major.
They lived in peace, the apartment clean, organized- quiet. Abby liked it like that, made it easier to think, stick to her routine. Of course, they’d bring over friends to hang out or drink or study. It was a college apartment, you couldn’t expect any less.
Dina had her group of friends, though..Abby had to admit her relationship to some of them was..hard to interpret.
She’d sometimes bring this random chick around to smoke some weed, play her console on the tv in the living room, fuck around. Basic college student shit- Abby didn’t mind, she was usually out of the apartment anyway.
She was kind of just..always there- a staple in the household. abby had eventually learned her name was Ellie, and even occasionally nodded to her when she came in from the gym as she played COD alone in the living room while waiting for Dina to return from her classes.
She thought they were dating- but then, when Ellie wasn’t there, Dina would bring some dude home..it was confusing, but Abby just left it be. Wasn’t her business.
Weirdly though, Dina had cut her lease short in the middle of the semester without saying anything- just moving out in the middle of the night while Abby was spending some time at Nora’s place.
When Abby came home to half of the shit in the apartment gone- she was moreso pissed than confused.
Ellie was Apparently just as confused as Abby by Dina’s departure, showing up at her front door and asking where she was. When abby told her Dina had moved out, she could tell that the woman was shocked, and was even kind of..upset about it. It seemed like there might have been some type of lore that Abby haddnt been in on- and she questioned if she wanted to be in on it at all.
She tried to leave it be, live her life as normal- let the whole situation just be some random happening that she didn’t think twice about..
But when Ellie found out the room was open though, she just..kind of moved in, took over the lease. Something about her living with her old man not working out..It was really random, but it’s not like Abby could do anything about it. She was honestly just happy the rest of the rent wasn’t being dumped onto her.
But Ellie was..different.
Abby didn’t really care to get to know her all that well since being cordial was far easier than being ‘nice’, but Ellie was one of those people where something was always happening with her..
and Abby hated how…entertaining it was.
One time, Abby had been cooking when the door slammed open, and Abby turned- carrots still stuck to her chefs’ knife as a mud-covered Ellie trudged in the door.
“…the fuck happened to you?” Abby asked, almost hesitantly.
“Fell.” Ellie said simply- tone deep between ominous disappointment and acceptance, hair still dripping as she walked through the apartment with a water soaked hiking bag dragging behind her, boots tracking mud where she walked.
“…I’ll mop up later” she stated, shutting the bathroom door behind her, much to Abby’s total and utter dismay as to the context to the woman’s state. Abby ended up mopping up the mess before Ellie even got out of the shower.
Another time- Abby woke at 3 AM to the sound of their smoke alarm wailing and the clanging of pots and pans coming from the kitchen.
When she opened her bedroom door, still in her sports bra and sweats- she found Ellie about to throw water on a grease fire that had resulted from her trying to make mozzarella sticks while she was absolutely blasted.
“Oh shit-oh shit oh shit-oh SHIT!-“ the auburnette panicked as she filled a bowl of water, red eyes frantically looking back and forth between the bowl of water and the fire.
Abby trudged over- sleep still in her eyes as she tugged Ellie out of the way by the back of her shirt- took the lid of the fire-filled pot and threw it over the flames, watching the fire extinguish as she sleepily turned off the burner.
“Oh…uh…thanks.” Ellie said as Abby stepped back to assess the damage. Ellie glanced between Abby and the mess- still in her oversized white t-shirt and boxers- tongs in hand.
“…you think my mozzarella sticks are still good?”
It was a miracle that this woman was even alive.
She’d hop into the backs of strangers’ trucks when her own broke down to get more oil for the leaking engine, decided to go on road trips without even thirty minutes of thought about where she was going- and not telling anyone about it.
she was random.
unstructured.
wild eyed every time she brought home a new project she’d get all excited about- and then either complete it or drop it entirely within a week.
Abbys’ clean, minimalistic apartment slowly filled with astronomy posters and dinosaur figurines- Ellie’s hoodies finding their way onto the backs of chairs- random piles of dvds stacked beside the tv.
it was utter chaos.
They were constantly bickering, Abby always coming home to tell Ellie to clean up whatever mess the woman had made- only for a new one to appear hours later. Ellie was a walking category five tornado that Abby would constantly have to save from herself.
she thought it was a bother- but, she never was bored- that’s for sure..she thinks that’s what made her interested in the first place.
“Wow Abby- your house..actually looks lived in.” Nora chuckled as she walked in with Manny for a study session.
“I know, it’s bad. It’s my roomate, she’s a fucking slob.” Abby muttered
“No, I’m serious.” Nora said, moving a nasa hoodie out of the way as she sat down on the couch. “It actually looks..less depressing.”
“Actually yeah- I’m fuckin with the dinosaurs.” Manny said, picking one up and looking at it. “Your roomate seems badass- you jealous?”
“Yeah, pendejo- I’m jealous of a grown woman that still plays with dinosaur figures. Shut up and give me your graphing calculator.”
The worst part though?
She actually began to expect her around- her noise to fill the silence. She’d predict her peace to likely be ruined, and slowly began to wait for it- anticipate it…and kind of want it. As the months went by, Abby was starting to notice Ellie in a lot more ways than she did before..a lot more.
“Yo! I’m home!”
“Uh huh..take your shoes off at the door.” She muttered as she hardly looked up from some meaningless task, before her eyes eventually began trailing Ellie as the smaller woman begrudgingly did so, happy to take off her outside clothes and walk around in her wife beaters and boxers…
Abby used to look away- finding it weird for her to walk around in her underwear (sports bras not technically counting in her eyes since she wore them out to the gym a lot)- but she had eventually grown comfortable with Ellie walking around in those stupid fucking boxers with the patterns on them, even found amusement in them.
“I hope those aren’t the same boxers you wore yesterday.”
“No, those were the ones with the non-specific pterodactyls on em. I’m wearing the velociraptor ones- they don’t even fly Abby, learn your dinosaurs.” Ellie groaned as she grabbed a soda from the fridge, and Abby rolled her eyes.
“Riiiight.”
Jurassic park, Rick and Morty, she even had ones that said ‘milf slayer’ on the ass. She dressed like a teenage boy, ate like one too..
So fucking stupid.
Abby would meal plan every Sunday, cutting up fruits and vegetables for the week ahead as Ellie used the same unwashed pan to cook chicken nuggets and chug a Dr Pepper for the third night in a row.
“…you’re gonna get a fucking kidney stone from consuming all that crap.” Abby found herself saying one evening- to which Ellie turned around.
“Hey- if you get your rocks off to rabbit food, live your best life I guess- but you will never know the joy of a chicken nugget- gym rat.”
Ellie smirked, looking to the salads Abby was placing in those clear, aesthetically pleasing plastic containers in a stack- it’s labeled day clear on the front.
Ellie raised an eyebrow to the woman “I mean, you know how many containers are in here- why the labels…and why all the vegetables- eat some ‘pasta carbs’ or whatever yall gym people call ‘em.”
“Pasta…carbs?” Abby paused, looking back to her.
“I’m just saying- I make a mean Alfredo.” She teasingly suggested
It was clear who’s fridge shelf was who’s by the organization and variety of one- and the chaos yet emptiness of the other…
“I don’t think I’ve ever even seen you eat a vegetable in the months we’ve lived together.” Abby stated dryly.
Ellie rolled her eyes. “They’re expensive and hard to prep- why would I eat them if I can eat something else for half the time and half the price- you sound like Joel.”
“So, you do like vegetables? Wait-who the hell is Joel??”
“Well, sometimes. And Joel’s my..ugh, nevermind..” Ellie muttered as she took out a paper plate from her cabinet on the opposite side of the kitchen- because of course she didn’t have dishware..
While her back was turned, Abby scooped a leftover serving of her salad onto Ellie’s plate- she already made hers..wasn’t like she was gonna do anything with it.
Abby turned and placed the dirty bowl in the sink before wiping down her counter.
Ellie turned, and paused.
“What is this. Why’d y’ do that.” She deadpanned.
“It’s Leftover salad, you Neanderthal- just eat it so my money doesn’t go to waste…” she muttered, before starting to wash her dishes.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Ellie put some chicken nuggets onto her plate, and walk into the living room to eat her food. “Don’t eat on the cou-“ “yeah yeah..” Ellie muttered, setting her plate down on a foldable dinner tray.
She looked down at the salad- and nodded approvingly, before taking a bite. Abby’s mouth quirked up- if only for a moment.
She might have been Ellie, but she still appreciated fresh food. Didn’t have a lot of that at the group homes.
..from then on, Abby coincidentally added a couple extra containers of salad to Ellie’s messy fridge shelf. It was just the leftovers- nothing crazy…
It’s not like she was actually changing shit around for this random chick. No way.
…
When she found out what Ellie did for a living though, it..changed something in her.
She didn’t really care to know what she woman did for a living, even if they had been living together for nearly half a year at that point- it just… never really came up.
All she knew was that a couple times a week, Ellie would wake up before dawn to leave- and come back long after dark.
Abby spent most of her weekdays on campus- either in classes, lifting weights, or working her part time job tutoring on campus (since her scholarships were literally paying her way through her bachelors). She’d leave at four and be home in time to make dinner.
Of course, to save money- she lived outside of town; past a whole bunch of farm land where the rent was cheaper and the place was quiet.
This time, though- she spent most of the afternoon hanging with Mel and Nora in the library- catching each other up on recent happenings while feigning actual study time. Fall was just beginning, and it was already starting to get darker earlier. She called it a night- and waved to her friends as she went out to the parking lot
As she drove home, a two lane drive lined with farm land and barbed-wire fences, she noticed a familiar beat up truck parked on the side of the road, tires planted firmly in the grass with the hazard lights on.
She sighed, thinking ellies’ truck had, yet again, broken down. She could only have the false hope she wouldn’t find yet another stranger in her house after Ellie probably would insist they stay for a drink as a thank you.
-A midwesterner at heart, really- if ellie ever pieced together how to make a casserole, they’d be in some real trouble, that’s for sure.
Abby pulled over a good ten yards up from where Ellie’s truck was parked- and hopped out, walking down and finally seeing Ellie hunched over in front of the truck. Though, she wasn’t messing with its shitty radiator- she was messing with the..fence?
“The hell are you-“ Abby started, before she watched Ellie’s’ gloved hands lift up a metal fence post driver-slamming it down onto the post and watching is make its way into the ground. Abby’s eyes widdened a little bit.
She looked wild, no- she looked firm…maybe a little bit of both. A far cry from the Ellie that she knew- all lazy stoner, drowning in oversized hoodies and spider-man boxers shorts while she chugged a beer that had more carbs than a loaf of bread.
hair messily tied back, loose strands sticking to her sweat-slicked forehead, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she nailed the post into the ground.
“Fuck, that’s it.”
Abby’s throat went a little dry.
Ellie had her earbuds in, absentmindedly tapping her mp3 player to skip a song or two in her playlist before her toned arms lifted once again to drive the post further into the ground.
Abby’s eyes wandered lower, her rust and dirt stained wife beater practically soaked in sweat down her chest and back. The fabric was practically transparent- making little effort to hide-
Fuck.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Took that fucker long enough- god I hate this rocky ass dirt..” Ellie muttered, leaning down to inspect the pole before standing up and looking back.
The jumped a little, then paused, taking out her earbuds and wiped her brow with her oil stained glove. “Uh..Abby? What..are you doing here??”Ellie asked, confused since well- she was working.
“I uh..saw your truck, thought you broke down again.” Abby stated, eyes flickering down to her chest again, merely for a second before her gaze turned, finding the empty pasture to prevent her eyes from trailing again. Out of respect, of course.
“Hah, not yet- I’m working, actually.”
“Fixing fences?”
“Yeah. And like, road signs and shit. College town- drunk drivers, good work I guess.”
“Why..didn’t you tell me.” Abby suddenly said, more of a statement than a question- it just tumbled out.
“…y’ didn't ask.” Ellie shrugged. “Anyway- I’m good, I’ll call you if I break down again though. I’ll be home at like..seven…maybe nine.” She said, taking out some pliers and mending the barbed wire on the fence. Abby nodded slowly and got back into her car, and drove back home in silence..
Since then, the thoughts wouldn’t stop.
Everytime Ellie yawned out as she messily made scrambled eggs in the late morning, Abby would catch the rise of her t-shirt, and she’d know just how she got that toned stomach, eyes tracing her tan line like she had committed a mortal sin.
Abby would be peacefully reading when Ellie would walk out to look through her pile of half-folded laundry beside her side of the couch, and bend over in her boxers to look for a specific pair of dickies she needed for work that afternoon- and Abby’s fingers would tense so hard she’d crease the paper.
Once she knew what Ellie’s tits looked like- she’d see the faint outline of her nipples against all the bras and shirts she wore- and Abby would have to bite her lip and almost physically hold her self to keep her head from tracking the woman’s movements.
Hell- she started having dreams about her. At least twice a week. How Ellie’s smile would only be directed at her- how abby would cook for her, how she’d messily tie her auburn hair back and get on her knees between her thighs-
Fuck..
She was becoming downright obsessed.
It got to the point where even her near boyish laugh as she played Fortnite on her Xbox at one AM made Abby wonder how she’d sound if she could taste her, run her mouth over her neck and just bite down-
She shivered; hand trailing to cup her aching core against her shut bedroom door as Ellie’s voice echoed through the apartment.
After that day, Abby had gotten..softer with Ellie, indulged more in her jokes- started being around when Ellie made her chicken nugget based dinners, and eating salad with her. She’d find her dishes done after coming home from classes-and ellie would come home after work to her laundry actually folded.
Ellie eventually did make that Alfredo for Abby, surprising her after midterms. “I was looking it up on google, it’s good when athletes carbo-load, or somethin’ like that.” And Abby would just shake her head with a smile and sit down on the couch with her, play fighting about who’s turn it was for the remote.
hell, they were basically best friends at that point. An unlikely friendship founded by the balance of two vastly different personalities, genuine favors, and a supposedly one-sided crush.
It was starting to get to Abby.
She was practically aching every time Ellie would make that dizzying little half lidded stare at her as she hit her cart- ghosting it as she listened to Abby repeatedly pause in her own words as she talked about some douchbag that kept hogging the fifty-pound plates at the gym.
Abby, thankfully though, wasn’t obvious- at least to her anyway. She had a stone-hard exterior that hardly faulted. But- it was only a matter of time until that exterior was influenced. Probably by drugs.
…
The two were sat on the couch one cold November evening, it was a Friday night- and Abby was finally off for the weekend. She had decided to indulge Ellie in a movie night after weeks of Ellie casually mentioning the idea- her third twisted tea in hand as she looked at the screen. “So this is basically just a cheap knockoff of Star Wars.”
“Yyyep.”
She stared at the screen a little longer. ‘Spaceballs, the movie.’
“How is this legal..?”
“Disney haddnt bought Star Wars yet when this gem came out.” Ellie responded, taking another hit of her cart- and coughing it out after choking on her own spit. “Fuck-“ she muttered, and Abby chuckled teasingly.
Ellie turned to her “oh don’t fuck with me- if you took a hit of this your perfect little weight lifters’ lungs wouldn’t be able to handle it” Ellie joked, that half lidded stare and cocky little expression issuing a challenge that Abby was just a little too drunk to not indulge in.
“I’ll take that bet, Williams.” She muttered, snatching the pen out of her hand.
“Wait- take a short hit first to get your lungs-“ Ellie started, but Abby had already taken what was going to be her undoing, and gagged as she coughed out a loud cloud of vapor.
“Holy shit- you good abs??” Ellie chuckled, before she started laughing harder because Abby’s face was just too good to not laugh at as she woman doubled over.
“Holy shit-“ Abby coughed out
Ellie patted her back a couple of times, and handed over her can of half-drank Dr Pepper.
“You good?” Ellie asked again a couple minutes later, still chuckling. After taking a long sip- Abby nodded. “Fuck..yeah.” She muttered, settling into the couch. “Fuck..” she muttered, voice hoarse and deep.
A few minutes passed, silence between the two, and Abby chuckled softly, rubbing her eyes “fuck…” “What?” Ellie asked, tone the same- and Abby turned to look at her.
“I’m crossfaded as fuck right now.” Abby mumbled, head rolling to look up, then back at the tv. “Pfft- is the dog guy supposed to be-“
“Chewbacca- yeah” Ellie chuckled, stretching her legs over Abby’s spread lap as she cemented herself into her new position. Abby froze for a few seconds, looking down at her bare legs, eyes trailing down to her mismatched socks, and then back up to where the fabric of her patterned boxers stretched to fit over her thighs.
Abby swallowed, not sure where to rest her free hand- so she rested it on her shin, the side of her hand resting- as little skin as possible. She could feel one of the many scars on her legs from what she could only assume was her misadventures.
She didn’t shave her legs….well duh- it was Ellie. Abby didn’t shave much either…Maybe once a month, if that. Not like she had any guy to impress after she and Owen had broken up.
Her palm pressed against ellies’ leg as her mind began to wander- her head still facing the screen. She knew Ellie didn’t shave her underarms either. She wondered what she’d look like, beneath those patterned boxers…full bush definitely.
Her hand ran up and down Ellie’s leg as her heart beat began to quicken, her facial expression still stone cold.
Ellie and her laundry piles, and her shitty cooking , and the way she laughs, and all the shit she gets herself into, and that expression she makes when she’s high, and her cute tits, and fuck her skin is warm-
“Uh, Abs?” Ellie chuckled, and Abby snapped out of her trance. “Mhm?” She responded, her tone almost unsure- like she had said something out loud- eyes barely open enough to look at her.
“You got a thing for legs?” She stated, that cocky smirk plastered on her face as Abby looked down, hand firmly squeezing Ellie’s upper thigh.
She froze, and looked back up to Ellies’ expression again- and she felt her clit throb.
“Shit-“ she muttered, quickly pulling her hand away, and directing her head back to face the tv.
A few seconds pass, and Abby visibly swallows as her eyes look back over again. Ellie was still staring at her.
“I’m-uh- sorry.” She muttered out- hardly able to get her own thoughts together enough to face her. “Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, or anything..just..got into my own head..or whatever.” She muttered.
Ellie hummed, and Abby swore her chest was tightening.
Then Ellie started chuckling. Abby turned.
“..what?”
Ellie laughed a little bit more. “Okay okay-wait-hold on-okay-“ she rambled. “Do uh…do you..haha-“ she started laughing again, and- like her laughter was some sort of contagion- Abby’s lips quirked up- and she started chuckling too.
“Fuck- what are you talking about?…stop making me laugh..” She chuckled, and Ellie finally took a breath
“Do uh- you like..like women?” She asked, and Abby paused a little- though, still letting out little chuckles.
“Uh- yeah- sometimes..” she said, eyes trailing her expressions. Ellie’s tongue glossed over her bottom lip, and Abby paused, smiled dropping before she looked away.
“Don’t look at me like that..” she muttered, hand brushing through her hair, not even realizing she said it out loud -because the implication was far too much to come back from if she had, if she was sober.
“Why? Is it cuz you like women?” Ellie teased- this time actually prodding her. Abby turned to look at her, rolling her eyes with a coyly annoyed expression.
“No, it’s ‘cuz’ I like you.”
The statement was firm, clear.
Ellie paused, then smiled a little bit. “You like me?” she asked, in that stupid syrupy tone that made Abby hate herself for just how much she liked it..
Wait-
Abbys expression didn't change, though- if there was a physical description of what was going on inside her head- it would probably be that stupid meme Ellie showed her with that little cartoon dog saying ‘this is fine’ while its world burns around it.
Pretty accurate description.
She just kind of…sat there as she assessed just how fucked she was, Weighing her options- so to speak.
She could either deny she ever said it, ignore the situation entirely..or..
“Yeah.” Abby said simply- providing little context or explanation. Hell, she’d thought she'd earned one after dealing with ellies’ constant shananagans.
…
“…huh.” Ellie muttered. tone inflicting curiosity rather than confusion.
Abby swore her eyelid twitched. ‘Huh??’ just ‘huh??’ that's it?? No big reaction, no further questions? No confusion, no disgust?
A pregnant pause settled between them, before Ellie just had to open that damn mouth.
“And here I thought you just tolerated me. If you had the hots for me, you could have just asked. ” Ellie said, sitting up.
Abby looked over to her, throat dry, palms sweating. Feeling her cool composure crack under the pressure. “What?”
“I mean, you're hot- I'm hot…” Ellie continued, looking at her like she wasn’t actively ruining Abby’s life.
Her expression went from stone neautral to utter confusion.
“Wait..what?” she asked again, eyebrow raising as her heart rate picked up.
“You heard me.” Ellie stated, looking her up and down, eyes hazy and slow.
Abby scoffed. “Stop lookin at me like that..Fuckin perv..” she muttered, crossing her arms.
“You’re the one that said you liked me.” Ellie countered.
Abby scoffed again, arms still folded as she looked at her, before she had to look away- the embarrassment becoming far too much for Abby to handle. “Not like that. You misheard.”
“You sure?? I think you're strawmanning”
“What? No im fucking not?-“
“Mhm, sure.” Ellie teased, and that deep, raspy chuckle that released from her lips made Abby’s heart drop to her stomach.
Damn it.
They had a dynamic- and Abby liked that dynamic. It was safe, it came easy. Everytime her eyes met ellies though, she could see that…look- and every inch of her being was begging to rip across the couch and tear that cocky little look off her roommates face with her fucking teeth.
But Ellie simply looked at her.
high enough to really test the waters- because hell, why not?
“No, I am not-”
“-I like you too, ya know.” Ellie interrupted, sitting up and taking another hit of her pen as her hazy bloodshot eyes practically stared Abby down, legs spread and arms lazily draped over the back of the couch.
Abby physically paused for a second, just staring at her, still tucked neatly into her corner of the couch.
“…stop fuckin with me Els…”Abby muttered, breaking her line of sight- looking over and avoiding Ellie’s piercing gaze.
“I’m not.” Ellie said, tone serious.
Abby was rigid, sat nearly up straight as she kept her eyes away, but they (along with her thighs) squeezed together when she felt the divot in the cushions beside her.
“Ellie-“
“Abby.” Ellie stated exasperatedly, almost playfully. her voice so close to Abby’s ear, she whipped her head around- only to see Ellie, sitting less than a few inches away, her knee grazing her outer thigh…
“I-“ red flushed the tips of her ears- climbing up the back of her neck, her internal monologue only able to preach out one word: close
God, she was so close.
And still in those damn printed boxers..in the dim light of the flickering tv, Abby could just hardly make out the darker skin of her nipples beneath the white fabric of that stupidly hot sweat stained wife beater-
“You’re always so..tight, Abs..y’ gotta loosen up- you look like you gotta stick up your ass…you need another hit or somethin’?” Ellie asked teasingly, though- her voice softened at the last part.
It was..
less of an offer…and more of a check in. A reassurance- A chance to back out- because while Abby did have the ability to be stone faced, to not show her hand- to be in control…
Ellie could tell she was losing it.
Abby’s fingers twitched, her chest rising and falling in shorts breaths. God..she could smell her. And that boyish two-in-one shampoo and her cheap axe bodyspray and just Ellie.
She was drowning, and she didn’t want to come up for air.
“You’re so needy..” Abby muttered finally, a soft- slightly embarrassed smirk gracing her face- eyes flickering to Ellie’s pen as a silent request, it still being held firmly in her palm. Abby’s tongue subconsciously glazed over her bottom lip, an action Ellie captured- but surely didn’t comment on.
Ellie was just about to pass it to her, before she directed the tip of her cart to her own lips with a hazy smile.
Abby’s head tipped downward - the action itself showing amusement, and almost disappointment as she scoffed, blue eyes meeting green.
“If anything is a pain in my ass, it’s yo-“
Ellie leaned in, and if Abby’s pupils weren’t blown before- they sure were now. She was too close now. She could see every freckle on her face, count her eyelashes, push back a strand of hair if she wasn’t so afraid of moving her hands. Ellies’ eyes were lazy, bloodshot, and utterly devastating..
Ellie’s held in that hit, glancing down at Abby’s lips before looking back into her eyes. Abby’s lips parted, shakily as she exhaled- eyes closing before she could feel the warmth radiating from Ellie’s face.
Ellie exhaled, so close to Abby that it was near painful. Abby dragged in the vapor into her lungs, suffocating in the idea that she was breathing her air. That she was so close, she could just-
Abby coughed slightly, her drink dropping to the floor, her hand grabbing a hold of anything in front of her as her head tipped down again to avoid coughing directly in Ellie’s face. She cleared her throat, and looked down to her lap, too nervous to look at her now…only to find pale, freckled thighs above her own.
Her large hand gripped a little tighter- and she nearly choked again.
Ellie was straddling her.
“You good?” Ellie asked, raspy and chuckling voice stabbing into her as her final undoing.
“Els…you’re driving me fucking crazy.” Abby said, finally looking up to her- desperate and broken…
She had finally been broken.
…
“…Well? are you gonna do something about it, or am I-“
Abby’s lips pressed to Ellie’s- defeated, deprived,
hungry.
Ellie’s arm wrapped around her neck and pulled her right in- kisses sloppy, open mouthed- desperate. the kind of kiss that makes you dizzy, where the weed just makes it so much better than it already is. And fuck, was it.
Even when Ellie ran out of air- attempting to pull back- Abby pulled her right back in, biting at her bottom lip.
“Abs, Abby-” Ellie muttered, and Abby finally pulled back with a heavy breath to look up at her- eyes wide, strands of hair fallen out of her braid as she looked to this.. Nerdy, spontaneous, beautiful, hot fucking mess of a person- and she breathed heavy against ellies’ blushed lips.
All she wanted right now was Ellie.
“Tell me to stop.” Abbys voice cracked in a harsh grunt- hands gripped tight on her body like she didn’t deserve her- like she haddnt earned her warmth.
“Tell me to stop right fucking now, Ellie.” she whispered harshly, almost in warning-
No, definitely in warning.
She knew that once she did this, she couldn't go back- even if she knew she was already in too deep. The tips of her fingers already slipping beneath the hem of her boxers as her half lidded eyes desperately looked into hers as she processed the idea of rejection- her mind almost considering scrambling away like some sort of wild animal.
Suddenly, Ellie cupped her cheek- the tension ceasing- only for a moment. Abby let out a shaky sigh, eyes fluttering before snapping back to Ellie’s again.
“If I was gonna tell you to stop, I wouldn't have let you kiss me in the first place, ya goober” Ellie chuckled- but Abby was silent, still waiting on a definitive answer.
Ellie rolled her eyes, and leaned in close to her face, whispering-
“Dont you dare fucking stop Abby.”
Abby dove right back in. Lips against lips- teeth against teeth.
It was all just…insanity.
And Abby loved it.
She felt Ellie Ellie’s body shift closer to hers as her lips trailed down Ellies jaw- every shift- every touch- it made Abby haywire.
“You are..fucking impossible Els..” Abby muttered, one hand on ellies hip, and the other trailing up to squeeze her breast.
Ellie hissed a little as abbys teeth grazed her pulse point. “Fuck Abs..” she muttered, chuckling softly- before letting out a little whine. Abby physically paused, pulling away from her neck at that tiny little noise.
“-Oh Fuck!” Ellie gasped as Abby bit into her shoulder, kissing and sucking messily on her tanned skin.
Her hands were literally shaking.
she felt like she was tasting something far too sweet- something out of reach- something not allowed. Her never changing daily routines- her diet, workout regimines. Always the same, never changing- never rushed, never refused. It was a life she unecessarily forced upon herself- but there was no reckless abandonment like there was with Ellie.
Ellie was so bad for her.
She was excitement.
Amusement.
Erotic.
She was indulgence and Abby was sinking her teeth in without a second thought. She didn't need to think twice, didn't want to.
“Shirt off. Now.” Abby muttered, watching Ellie raise her arms- her own breath hitching as Ellie’s breasts were finally in view. Ellie panted softly, her neck and shoulder already blooming with red and purple bruises.
Ellies pupils were blown, looking down at abby. High and wanting. “Yours too.” she stated, helping the dirty-blonde out of her t-shirt and sports bra. Her fingers felt over the taught muscles in abbys shoulders and arms, coming down to her breasts.
Her nipples were smaller than Ellie originally envisioned, the color of her lips though- perked against the cool air. Ellie leaned forward, lips latching on one breast- hungry for her warm, freckle blessed skin.
Abby choked on her own breath as ellies hot, slick tongue caressed her bud, suckling a little after a firm groan passed her lips.
Her fingernails gripped into the plush of ellies hips, crescents indenting her skin. “Oh, Ellie..” she muttered, the other hand now threading into her auburn hair and holding her to her chest.
“Fuck..suck like- umph..good girl..” Abby muttered softly, and Ellie moaned gently in response. Her remaining hand finally moved from the safety of ellies hips, rolling ellies nipple in between her thumb and index- nearly smiling everytime she heard the smaller womans’ breath hitch, before slowly moving her hand back down again.
It was all messy, no clear plan, so many possible outcomes. Confused hands- rushing to meet skin. Abby wanted nothing else but the uncertainty.
She almost felt perverted, knowing just how badly she had wanted to touch Ellie’s work earned muscles- drag the pads of her calloused fingers over every scar, trace the lines of her ‘farmers tan’- as Ellie called it.
It became like waves, the gentle movement and sensual rhythm of their bodies moving against each other as the noise around them faded like static in their ears.
Ellie’s breath hitched when Abby’s fingertips traced up and down her torso, trying to savor the feeling of her body- set the boil of her girl-crush down to a simmer when their breaths- heavy and shaky- found each others again.
Ellie’s hips rolled , stuttering slightly as her lips sloppily dragged against Abby’s. Ellie could feel Abby’s hand in her hair, gripping- holding. Her hands were so big- so firm, assuring. She couldn’t help how much she liked it- how much she liked Abby.
Abby was fucking stunning, and she liked her. The both of them wondered if the other was insane, though- for vastly different reasons.
The buzz in Ellie’s brain, that sticky, dizzying high- her body. It was Oxytocin in her veins, creating a headrush she thought could have been nausea- but when she felt Abby’s tongue against hers, Ellie realized it was pure want. Sex was different on weed, sure- but this..this was different. More.
More.
She needed more.
more of Abby.
Abby felt that deep rock, that firm grind of Ellie’s hips, and she met that pace. Slow and seductive and wanting.
Their lips separated, foreheads pressing against each others- Ellie’s eyebrows threaded as her hips rolled forward. “Abby-“
“I got you, I got you Els.” Abby whispered breathlessly, voice far more stable than she felt.
Abby shivered at the feeling of Ellie against her, the dull pressure was enough to drive her fucking crazy.
“Ellie…” Abby muttered- licking her lips as hand trailed down and over ellies’ cunt through her boxer shorts. The pads of her fingers barely grazed over the fabric, and Abby could feel the cotton sticking to her skin.
“Fuck Ellie- you’re soaked..” she panted, and Ellie’s back arched softly, hips stuttering with every pathetic rock against Abby’s warm fingers.
“Jesus Christ Abby- just touch me- please just fucking touch me..” Ellie whined breathlessly, grabbing Abby’s wrist and directing her hand to the waistband of her boxers.
Abby watched in pure awe as Ellie looked down at her with begging eyes- and her soft noises just..broke her. She folded, unable to contain her need for this woman.
“Look at me..” Abby said gently, hand slipping inside her boxers, Her palm cupped her firmly before she dragged her fingers through her wet folds. Full bush- as Abby entirely wanted and expected “Mn..abs..oh!-“ Ellie suddenly gasped out as the calloused pads of Abby’s fingers pressed against her clit.
“Keep making those noises..please.” Abby whispered, her fingers circling the shorter ones’ clit tightly as Ellie’s thighs shook- twitching every time her finger made that dip, pressing her hood back with a kind of pressure she’d never felt from another person before. Her gasps and moans were downright pornographic, if she wasn’t so overwhelmed with how good it felt- Ellie would curse herself for sounding so..pathetic.
When her eyelids fluttered open, if only for a second- she saw the expression on Abby’s face. That look of awe, of desire- restraint.
Ellie realized that she wouldn’t mind seeing that face more often- wouldn’t mind wanting to spend true time exploring the things the other expertly kept back. Actually- she really wanted to…And she never really wanted anything.
Abby was desperate- her clit ached so hard it hurt. “Ellie-Ellie- fuck..” she whispered softly, looking up to her beautiful green eyes. Like hell she was gonna stop- she wanted payback for Everytime this woman made her wet- Everytime she was too fucking hot and handsome for her own damn good.
“Fuck- mhm, put em inside me Abby..” she panted, head tipped up with a look of bliss as Abby’s thick fingers plunged inside of her. Ellie’s body froze, before breaking out in a shudder. Her body lifted slightly, raising up before sinking down.
“Like ridin my fingers?” Abby muttered softly, kissing Ellie’s collarbone as the woman leaned in to rest her torso on the larger woman.
“It’s fucking criminal how big your hands are..fuck…” Ellie muttered, wrapping her arms around Abby’s neck. her hips jutted everytime Abby’s fingers curled deep into the velvet of her insides- punching out a whine that Ellie would surely never live down.
Abby buried herself in the auburnettes skin, licking the sweat off her collarbone and letting her mind melt into the moment- hips rocking every time Ellie’s body sunk down on her fingers. The slight friction of the seam of her sweats against her clit was mind breaking- but Ellie’s was plenty to satiate her.
Ellie leaned in to kiss her lips again, and pulled off of Abby’s fingers, Her mind only being able to make the connection that Ellie wasn’t on her anymore, and she wanted her back.
She didn’t even realize Ellie was sliding between her legs until her eyes opened- all hazy as she looked down to Ellie, having kicked off her boxers and resting fully naked in between her legs. It was like a switch was flipped in Abby’s mind
She let her middle and ring fingers, the ones that were inside of Ellie’s tight cunt only moments ago, beckon Ellie closer. “C’mere” she muttered- watching Ellie shuffle closer, and slide her tongue across those heavenly large fingers of hers.
Abby watched Ellie’s eyelids flutter as her lips wrapped around her digits- and her gorgeous greens met Abby’s own. “You’re liking this too much..” Abby chuckled softly as Ellie’s tongue slicked between her fingers again, her hands smoothing up her legs and thighs. She let her fingers hook into the waistband of her sweats- and pulled down.
Ellie pulled her mouth away, and smiled that stupidly handsome Ellie smile. “Think you’re just jealous my mouth isnt where you want it.” She chuckled softly as she tossed the fabric.
“..woah.”
Ellie was infatuated. Short curls-labia shaved- big clit..she definitely needed a taste.
“Is it..too much?” Abby asked, voice raspy, panting. Men didn’t exactly dig the size of her clit, not like any of them were actually gonna eat her out anyway.
Ellie looked up at her again. “Abby…you’re fucking perfect.” She whispered, before taking Abby by her calves and pulling her to the edge of the couch, inciting a harsh gasp from her lips as Ellie’s tongue ran through her folds, spreading her muscled thighs and tonguing her. “Jesus Christ Abby…” Ellie muttered. The loud, wet slurp that followed had Abby huffing out a sharp and embarassed “Ellie!”
The auburnette looked up, her chin already dripping. “What?” She asked, head tipping slightly.
It was too fucking cute.
Abby’s hand push a strand of hair out of her eyes, before tangling her fingers into her locks.
“You’re..so fucking crude..” Abby muttered, looking her up and down. “Y’ gonna sit there..or are you gonna suck on my clit and make all these months of torture worth it?” Abby stated, and Ellie hazily smiled up at her “…yes m’am.” she stated, before her head was pushed foward, and Ellie’s lips enclosed over her clit and sucked.
Abby gasped again, before her voice settled on a low growl coming from the back of her throat. “Fuck- that’s it” Abby muttered, head leaning back as her hips bucked slightly against her mouth.
Ellie groaned- which only spurred on Abby even more. At least she was finally getting confident..
Abby’s brain couldn’t really think about much- only that Ellie’s tongue was so fucking warm.
Ellie was Abby’s. She had to be, needed to be. Maybe not after this- maybe not ever. Maybe she’d change her mind- toss Abby away. It didn’t matter. Abby’s thighs shook- the deep beat in her pussy grew faster, tightening around Ellie’s occasional prodding tongue.
“Ellie, that’s it Els, so good for me…oh..yeah, mhm. that’s my girl-“
Abby choked on her own words, but more tumbled out when she heard a pathetic whine from in between her legs- desperate breathing through Ellie’s nose as she licked and sucked.
“My girl, my..my girl- Ellie. Mine.” Abby grunted loudly- fingernails embedded into her scalp. Ellie cried out softly with a harsh tug of her hair- and it was over for Abby.
Abby pulled Ellie’s head back a little and looked into her eyes. “Fuckin look at me, right fucking now-” Abby stated- grinding her clit against her tongue, and let out a sharp cry as she came in Ellie’s mouth, back arched against the plush of the couch.
Heavily panting and silence from the both shadowed behind the absolutely mind breaking orgasm, thighs still shaking as she pulled her cunt away from Ellie’s face. From the nose down, she was dripping, jaw locked open, tongue still lazily drawn out like she had no problem being used like that again. Abby’s heart skipped a beat at the sight.
“S-shit…” Abby muttered, cupping her face. “Els…Ellie, you good?” She asked hesitantly. Ellie was still looking at her. Ellie nodded, and smiled up at her. “You’re…so fucking pretty.” Ellie muttered, swallowing her cum, and licking her lips. Abby’s lips quirked up.
RIDE IT (or abby gets high and rides ellie's boot. that's it!)
pairing: ellie williams/abby anderson
contents: drug use (weed), finger sucking, boot riding, boot licking, spit, dom!ellie, sub!abby.
everybody say thank you @yokedtablet (who i wrote this for) <3
word count: 3.3k
The music is loud enough that Abby can feel the bass in her teeth.
It rattles through the cracked walls and up through the floorboards, thudding in her chest like a second heartbeat. The dive bar is all chipped paint and sticky floors, lit dimly in red and green flashing lights that she’s pretty sure are giving her this wicked headache.
It's the kind of place Ellie loves: walls plastered in old posters, bathroom graffiti layered with a decade’s worth of history, and a small, dented stage where the band thrashes and plays for their lives.
It’s a far cry from her usual scene, but Abby would follow her just about anywhere.
They're tucked at a corner table, far enough from the crowd to talk, close enough to still feel the energy of it all. Abby's chair creaks every time she shifts, facing Ellie like it always does. Ellie’s mid-sentence, talking about the band, gesturing loosely with the bottle in her hand.
Abby tries to listen, she really does. But her eyes keep catching on the way Ellie’s lips press against the mouth of her bottle, the way her tongue darts out after each sip. The low rasp of her voice sends something skipping in Abby’s chest, her own drinks buzzing pleasantly in her veins like they’re conspiring against her.
Then Ellie moves, still entirely casual and without missing a beat in her rant. She lifts one boot—scuffed black leather, the laces loose—and sets it on the edge of Abby’s chair, right between her legs.
Abby freezes. Her eyes drop, unthinking. The toe of Ellie’s boot rests just shy of the seam of her pants, so close she swears she can feel the heat of it, or maybe she's just imagining it. She probably is.
Ellie keeps talking, completely unbothered, but there’s a flicker in her eyes when Abby looks up. It’s like she knows.
Abby swallows. That eager, shamefully needy part of her brain whispers just a little closer. Just an inch and the tip of Ellie’s boot would press right there and—
“You ready to head out?” Ellie asks suddenly, her voice cutting clean through the haze.
Abby blinks. She has to clear her throat before she can nod. “Yeah. Yeah, let me just—” she stands too fast, grabbing their coats from the back of a chair, trying not to let her hands shake.
Outside, the cold hits them fast. It’s the kind that gets under your clothes, lingers in your lungs. The air smells like wet concrete and cigarettes, the streetlights haloed in fog. It's just on the edge of winter. Still tolerable if you’re moving, unbearable if you’re standing still.
Ellie lights a cigarette, cupping it against the wind. She takes a long drag before handing it to Abby, who takes it without thinking. She doesn’t smoke, but she does a lot of things when Ellie is the one offering.
They walk close, shoulders brushing, breath visible between them.
“I liked the opener,” Ellie says, after a beat. “Wish I didn’t have stupid work tomorrow, or I would’ve stayed for the whole show.”
Abby huffs out a laugh, exhaling smoke. “You’re so brave and so responsible.”
Ellie glances sideways, grinning. “I don’t know why you say that like it’s not true.”
Abby shrugs, but her mouth betrays her—soft, fond, a little helpless. She hands the cigarette back, trying to clear the burn from the back of her throat. They eventually fall into a comfortable silence for the remaining blocks home.
Their apartment is warm when they step inside, a welcome contrast to the cold outside. Ellie tosses her keys into the bowl by the door, stretching with a soft groan as she rolls her shoulders. Abby shrugs off her coat and hangs it up, already tugging at the end of her braid to loosen it.
“Think I’m gonna hit the shower,” she says, glancing at Ellie over her shoulder.
Ellie’s already rifling through a drawer near the kitchen where she keeps her weed in a little tin box with a faded Space Oddity sticker slapped on the top. She glances up and grins. “You do that. I’m gonna smoke.”
Abby disappears down the hall.
Steam curls out from under the bathroom door not long after, and Ellie sinks into the saggy comfort of her bed, legs spread, joint perched between two fingers as she lights it. A tiny puff of smoke spirals up toward the ceiling.
Eventually, she hears the door creak open.
Abby pads into the room with damp hair and warm skin, freshly showered and dressed in worn sleep shorts and a black tank that clings to the contoured planes of her body. Ellie watches lazily as Abby drops down at the foot of the bed, legs folded underneath her on the soft, plush rug Ellie keeps there.
Abby runs a hand through her hair, tucking it behind one ear. “You good in here? Not too existential?”
Ellie stretches out like a cat, blinks slow a couple of times before answering, “Not yet. But I’m getting close.”
She lifts the joint in offering. “Wanna hit?”
Abby hesitates, then laughs a little. “Never done it,” she says, though she’s not sure if that’s a real answer. If the way Ellie rolls her eyes is anything to go off of, it’s not.
Ellie raises an eyebrow. “Really?” She asks, her tone not really mocking. Just an open sort of curiosity.
“Yeah. I dunno if I’ll like it.”
Only then does Ellie shift fully upright, sitting cross-legged on the mattress now, facing her. “Only one way to find out,” she says, handing it over with two fingers. “And if you don’t like it, at least you’re at home where you can just sleep it off.”
And that’s good enough for her. Abby takes it, clumsily mimicking what she’s seen Ellie do a thousand times. She pulls—too quickly, not deeply enough—and the smoke hits the back of her throat like a punch.
She coughs. Hard. Eyes watering, face turning red.
Ellie laughs, biting down a smile. “Oh no,” she says, dragging the joint back and flicking ash into the tray beside her. “You okay?” Her voice trembles a little with the laughter she’s doing a poor job of holding in.
Abby glares through her coughing fit. “Shut up.”
“Okay, okay, sorry.” But Ellie’s still grinning, and then she tilts her head slightly. “Wanna try again? I can help.”
Abby raises an eyebrow. “Help how?”
That’s when Ellie scoots to the edge of the bed, her legs caging Abby in. Her voice drops, slow and easy. “Like this.”
Abby watches with rapt attention as Ellie places the joint between her lips, pulls in the smoke without inhaling. Then, her hand comes up, fingers gently tipping Abby’s chin up, steadying her. The contact is soft but sure, thumb brushing just under her jaw. Then, with only a breath between them, Ellie parts her lips and exhales.
Abby lets her mouth fall open immediately. She inhales slowly this time, properly, and tries not to visibly shiver at the way Ellie’s looking at her. Like she’s studying every inch of her reaction. Ellie doesn’t pull back. Her thumb presses a little more firmly under Abby’s chin, still cradling it like she’s not quite ready to let go.
“See?” she murmurs, voice honey-warm. “Not so bad.”
Abby nods, barely. “Yeah. Better with…help.”
Ellie smirks. “I thought so.”
They keep going like that: Ellie taking long pulls and shotgunning them gently into Abby’s waiting mouth, her fingers lingering a little longer each time. Each breath shared feels like its own conversation. And Abby is
By the time they finish the joint, Abby’s eyes are a little glassy, her limbs loose and warm. Ellie finally lets her chin go but only to brush some hair behind Abby’s ear, her knuckles grazing skin.
Abby doesn’t know when she ended up like this, but she’s not about to move.
She’s still on the rug at the foot of Ellie’s bed, but now her head is resting in Ellie’s lap, cheek pressed against the rough denim of her jeans. The weed has settled into her bones, thick and lazy, and the warmth of the room, the press of Ellie’s thigh under her cheek, the slow drag of fingers through her hair—it’s all blending into this perfect hum beneath her skin.
She feels like she’s floating.
Ellie’s hand moves slow, combing through the damp strands, scratching gently at her scalp in that absentminded, grounding way. Abby could melt under it. Her eyelids droop. Her breathing slows. Her whole body is pliant.
Ellie keeps petting her like that for a while, and Abby lets herself sink deeper, her knees spreading a little more on the rug, muscles uncoiling inch by inch. It’s peaceful, dizzying.
Then Ellie’s fingers shift, and her thumb slips down to trace along Abby’s jaw. It’s featherlight at first, like she’s just following the curve. Then the pad of her thumb strokes softly along Abby’s chin, brushing the corner of her mouth. Again and again, casual and slow.
And it does something to Abby.
The contact is barely anything, but in the haze she’s in, it might as well be electric. Her lips part before she even realizes she’s doing it, her breath hitching just slightly. When Ellie’s thumb brushes across again, Abby lets her lips close around it. Sucks it into her mouth.
She feels the jolt that moves through Ellie’s body. The stillness that follows.
But Ellie doesn’t say a word.
She just hums—low, approving—and presses her thumb deeper.
Abby shivers.
Ellie’s free hand returns to Abby’s hair, carding through it as she slowly begins to move her thumb in and out, gentle but deliberate. The slick sound of it is just barely audible over the quiet. Abby’s eyes flutter shut, her tongue dragging instinctively along the pad, tasting salt and smoke and something so Ellie.
She doesn’t even care what she looks like right now. She wants this. The attention. The softness. The pressure.
Ellie keeps the rhythm steady, watching her. Watching the way Abby goes loose in her lap, breath deepening with each push of Ellie’s fingers into her mouth. Her lashes are low, her expression blissed-out and dazed.
“You’re doing so good,” Ellie murmurs, barely audible over the soft buzz of the room.
She presses in again, a little firmer this time and Abby moans around her thumb. Almost mindlessly, Abby starts to squirm. She’s rocking her hips back and forth in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing between her legs. She’s chasing the sensation of her clit crushed against the toe of Ellie’s boot, sending a dull shock of arousal up her spine.
Ellie notices. Of course she does.
Her fingers pause at Abby’s mouth, just for a second, as she watches the way Abby’s hips shift again. It’s an awkward grind that doesn’t go anywhere, doesn’t give her what she wants. But she’s trying, slow and pathetic in her need, chasing friction she doesn’t have the nerve to ask for.
“Oh, babe…” Ellie breathes, voice syrupy with amusement. “Are you seriously trying to fuck my leg right now?” Abby lets out a shaky whimper around Ellie’s fingers, the embarrassment only making the ache worse.
Ellie doesn’t scold her. Doesn’t tease. Without much fuss at all, she simply adjusts.
With the hand that’s not feeding Abby her thumb, Ellie slides her boot forward—placing it firmly, deliberately between Abby’s thighs. Her heel digs into the rug, toe angled just so.
“There,” she says, like it’s a favor. “Go on. I’ll help you out.”
And perhaps if she wasn’t horny beyond reason and floating through this high, her pride would’ve demanded that she show some kind of restraint. Instead, she’s moving immediately.
She lowers herself onto Ellie’s boot like she belongs there, like the only thing she’s meant to be doing tonight is rutting against the toe of Ellie’s Docs like a pathetic animal who can’t help herself. She finds the angle easily, her clit pressing perfectly against the hard leather, and she groans around Ellie’s fingers—loud and wrecked and needy.
The rhythm comes quick: her hips rolling in small, desperate motions, grinding down again and again. Her thighs start to shake, the pressure already too much and not enough all at once.
Ellie’s finger slips free from Abby’s mouth with a wet pop, only to be replaced by two. She sinks them in with no warning, no hesitation, stretching Abby’s lips around them, thumb tucked under her jaw to guide her open.
“Look at me, Abs,” Ellie murmurs, soft and commanding.
Abby lifts her gaze, hazy and wide and full of something raw. Ellie’s looking down at her with lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, her mouth parted just slightly. Her gaze drips heat and dominance, so casual and unshaken, and it’s the hottest thing Abby’s ever seen.
She moans again, louder this time, nearly gagging on Ellie’s fingers as she fucks herself harder on her boot. Ellie, content to let Abby try to make herself come, lets her pull off her fingers to bury her face between Ellie’s legs. Abby drools on the fabric, mouthing at Ellie like she’ll be able to taste her through it.
“I wish you could fuckin’ see yourself,” Ellie murmurs above her. “I can’t believe this is happening right now.”
Abby opens her mouth to respond, but Ellie presses the boot against her harder. She rolls her ankle and the friction is enough to have Abby’s words dissolving into a choked out cry.
“Stand up,” Ellie says. Abby doesn’t miss the breathlessness in her words; the thought that this is affecting her just the same is enough to make Abby’s brain go fuzzy around the edges.
It takes a moment, but eventually Abby stumbles upright, dazed, legs shaking. Her eyes are glassy, her face flushed, lips red and wet and shining.
“Take em off,” Ellie says. “I want to see everything.”
Abby obeys. In truth, there’s no much she wouldn’t do right now if it means she gets to come; something tells her Ellie is all too aware of that fact.
She peels her tank off slowly, the fabric clinging slightly to the sweat at the small of her back. Her breath shudders out as her bare skin meets the cool air of the room, goosebumps rising immediately across her chest, her arms, her thighs. Her nipples harden from the chill—or maybe from the way Ellie’s eyes are raking over her with quiet hunger.
Then her shorts follow, sliding down strong, trembling legs. She steps out of them, deliberate, the muscles in her thighs flexing as she straightens. She’s left completely bare. Tall and tense and still flushed from the high, thighs slick and glistening with want.
Ellie leans back, eyes slow and possessive as they drag down every inch of exposed skin.
“Fuck, Abs,” she murmurs, voice low and thick. “You’re unreal.”
Abby swallows hard, heat licking up her spine from the praise alone. But she doesn’t speak. She lowers herself onto Ellie’s boot again, hands gripping her clothed thighs for stability and the shock of contact is immediate.
She gasps, a loud, wounded sound, hips jerking as her clit meets the rough leather and catches on the edge of the laces. It’s almost too much—too raw—but it makes her body light up from the inside. Her knees buckle, and she lets them, sinking fully into the feeling.
“Put your hands behind your back,” Ellie says, casually like she’s not watching Abby fall apart right in front of her. “Make yourself come for me.”
Abby whines, but she obeys, arms pulling tight behind her. The new vulnerability—the exposure of her chest, the helplessness of it—makes her dizzy.
She starts to move again, hips rolling with a jerky desperation. There’s no grace to it. Just need. Her breath stutters out in sharp little pants as she grinds against the toe of Ellie’s boot, dragging her slick clit over leather and knot, again and again. Her thighs are shaking, her rhythm uncoordinated, frantic, but she’s chasing it like it’s life or death.
Ellie watches from above, lazy and devastating in her stillness. She’s leaned back, legs spread, the picture of unbothered control. Eventually, she moves. One hand lifts and grabs Abby’s hair, pulling her up to meet Ellie’s eyes.
“Open,” she says, voice dark and warm.
Abby doesn’t even hesitate. Her jaw drops obediently, breathless.
Ellie leans in. She spits right onto Abby’s tongue. Abby moans outright, her hips faltering. Then Ellie’s fingers are sliding into her mouth, slicking the spit deeper, pressing past her tongue until they hit the back of her throat.
“Yeah,” Ellie breathes. “Take it. That’s it.”
Abby’s eyes flutter closed, a tear slipping from one corner as she gags just slightly, the pressure, the rhythm, the overstimulation crashing into her all at once. Her hips stutter again and it only takes one final grind before she’s coming.
She chokes on a sob, back arching, thighs clamping around Ellie’s leg as she comes. It’s messy and loud, her body convulsing, trembling, twitching through it with ragged, helpless noise. Her arms strain behind her, knuckles white, teeth sunk down on a groan that doesn't stop for several long, blinding seconds.
And then she goes still. Heavy panting, sweat-slicked, drool at the corner of her mouth, wrecked.
Ellie reaches out and taps her cheek with the tips of her fingers. “You still with me?” she murmurs, eyes softening just a fraction.
Abby nods, dazed and shaking, her voice a ragged whisper: “Yeah. Yeah.”
“Good. Don’t think you’re done,” she says, voice low and rich with satisfaction. “Clean it.”
Abby blinks up at her, dazed, lips still parted. Her breath stutters out in little puffs as she begins to shift. It should be humiliating how eager she is to follow the instructions, but she’s too far gone for that.
She bends low, mouth to leather.
Her lips brush over the toe of Ellie’s boot first, soft and reverent. Then she starts to lick with slow, deliberate drags of her tongue over the scuffed leather, catching the slickness she left behind. She kisses the toe, the laces, the top of the arch. She mouths at it like she’s grateful for it—because, god, she is.
“Thank you,” she murmurs between kisses. “Thank you, Ellie.”
Ellie just watches, calm and flushed and deeply pleased. “I should be thanking you,” she says laughing in a way that’s just on the edge of mocking, “you’re putting on such a pretty show for me.”
Once Abby’s finished, lips red and shining, Ellie leans forward, grabs her by the arm, and pulls her gently up into her lap. “C’mere, baby,” she says, a little softer now.
She draws Abby into bed, pulling her close and tucking them into the warm nest of sheets and tangled blankets. Abby crawls in willingly, curling into her side like she belongs there.
Ellie kisses her slow and open-mouthed, their tongues sliding over one another’s. She brushes her nose along Abby’s cheek, presses soft kisses to her jaw, her temple, the corner of her mouth.
“You taste so good,” she whispers. “You’re so perfect, Abs. I can’t believe you’re real sometimes.”
“Believe it, baby.” Abby lets out a breathy laugh, nuzzling her nose into Ellie’s throat.
“You’re disgusting, you know that?” she mumbles. “Didn’t even shower. I can smell the dive bar on you.”
“Ugh, I’ll shower in the morning. I’m sleepy,” Ellie whines and Abby can hardly believe this is the same woman she was just on her knees for. Still, she just sighs in that fond way she always finds herself doing and lets Ellie pull her in closer.
Abby knew to never raise high hope when doing these kinds of missions- it was often many didn’t come back.
That’s the thing with soldiers, they burned bright-but quick.
“On your Nine!”
“Ay!”
There was an unseen yet beneficial aspect of your usual silence…
You were exceedingly, piercingly, downright horrifically loud when you wanted to be.
abby could only think it so as the five rode like hell through the streets of the Judins Park district- minus you- for a stetch you would hopefully survive.
Abby thought You were crazy for even attempting it, really. Especially in the dark.
The ride had actually been going incredibly good until the group neared the final stretch- before they were split up by a large horde of what were mostly runners.
Abby knew W.L.Fs patrols didn’t typically go out this east- but this was ridiculous. She hadn’t seen this many infected in one place in months.
Infected and poorly trained horses didn’t mix. There was a reason W.L.F’s operations didn’t often include them, if at all. Usually trucks…always trucks…but- there was decent reasoning one would see a truck coming. Better for an ambush. So, horses.
Mel’s horse started panicking at the sight of infected running towards it, and you called out to manny- the man you really haddnt cared to learn the name of yet.
“You know where to lead- ¡te Cubro!” You yelled out, planning to cover them as they rode down a tight backstreet in order to escape the horde and prevent being bucked off their horses.
You had fortunately trained your horse well in combat- as well as the art of distraction, something you didn’t think you’d need so prominently until you were running circles around them.
While it wasn’t your smartest move, given cities weren’t exactly your preferred domain (in fact, this was the largest city you had ever seen..like ever.)- it was clear you were the only one competent enough out of the group to outride them: ‘them’ being both the infected and the team now a couple blocks ahead. You could just make them out as the sun came over the horizon
You finally turned your horse around, and let out a cry as you rode to catch up to them.
“Holy shit- look how fast she’s coming up!” Nora yelled, before turning back and looking down intersections as they passed.
Abby turned her head to look back, and you were practically standing in your stirrups as your horse huffed to catch up- neglecting the reins to pull back on your long bow.
“Manny! There’s a-“ Nora started, before an arrow made a clean headshot through another infected, and you yelled out.
“tsxį́įłgo! You’re clear!” You yelled out.
“Nearing our boarders!” Manny called back to you, head still facing forward.
Abby watched with what can only be described as a ‘what the actual fuck’ face, as you proceeded to wail out a victory cry, a noise that, surprisingly- made the others smile and cheer along with you.
“HELL YEAH!” Mel yelled.
“oorah!” Owen laughed out as you rode alongside the group.
“Bitch you ain’t military!” Nora laughed with him as they continued fast down to the compound, finally slowing down as they could see its flag waving proudly in the distance..
Abby couldn’t even help herself, looking between her friends- expression in near amused disbelief at the energy you brought to the group.
“That is the craziest fucking shit I’ve seen in a hot ass minute girl, kudos to you.” mel said, raising her hand to you- you noted the movement, and copied her, hand only raising.
“Good enough!” Mel responded.
Abby turned back and sighed. “Fuck…” “hey hey Abby, we made it back alive.” Manny chuckled, reaching back and patting her calf approvingly.
You rode behind, noting the beginnings of crop rows as the group rode towards the gates. The bright, tall steel walls, lined with barbed wire made recollection to memories you’d rather forget, ones that FEDRA had created.
The guard stood and waved. “Manny! Glad to see your trip with no- oh wait! You did better than no casualties! A new resident?” The guard yelled, raising an eyebrow at your unusual attire.
“She’s my welcomed guest! I’m introducing her to Issac!”
“Oh-ho! A presence with the king!”
“Ay! A Demotion is in your future!” Manny laughed
“Get on in here already, I’m tired of yelling down at you.” He yelled back with a smile as he whistled for the gate to be opened.
It was clear operations were still improving, security gates and holding areas still being built, it was couple hundred more people away from being the well oiled machine it would be a few years down the road. Still though, it would be impressive if it wasn’t so…overwhelming.
As their horses walked through- you realized they were walking through a sort of outdoor market area. You looked up to the massive structure in front of you- and tried to rack your brain about what kinds of things the elders of your troupe had told you about the old world that would make this..whatever this thing was- make sense.
You looked down to people living their lives- walking by, congratulating those on horseback for another semi successful mission, but that didn’t stop the stares.
This was the most people you had seen in..a very, very long time, if ever- And it was clear you were an outlier amongst the crowd. Abby watched as A child stood and pointed at you- your eyes darting in every which direction, wild at all the sounds and sights.
She imagined what your life was like before this moment…and for once, she could kind of understand your potential perspective. After all, Her life completely changed after turned wolf.
“Hey, wild woman- ride up here with me will ya?” Manny requested, and you slowly directed your horse to move beside his. Abby glanced down, your fingers white as they gripped the carved longbow in your left hand.
“So- i figured that this is going to be very new to you..so I’m gonna tell you what’s going to happen.” Manny said, and you looked toward him.
“There’s..many.” You muttered.
“People? Sí. Hundreds. You’re gonna meet a lot of them. We usually don’t ride out on horses, so it’s going to be a tad different for you your first time around..usually when people come in- there’s a..check in area.” He said, and turned to you- to your confusion.
“A person is going to help you get organized, catalogue and shelf your weapons take your horse to the stables-“
“Ata’ri stays with me. My things stay with me.” You stated, confidently. They were your things- there was no reason to take the things that belonged to you.
“Is- oh- is that your horses name? Ata’ri?” Owen piped up, and you nodded. “She fights with me, she stays with me.”
“Oh..uh..” manny hummed, realizing this might be a little more complicated than he originally thought.
After riding through a tunnel, the group was finally in the center of the sound view stadium- where farm animals were fenced.
“Your horse, is going here, nowhere else.” Manny explained in multiple syllables.
“I am not stupid- I know where my horse will be- but I will not be far from my horse. Not for long.” You stated simply, threading your long bow over your shoulder as you looked over your bags. “I keep my things with her. She protects them.”
“Uh…okay- I’ll see what I can ask about keeping them with your horse…” As the group got off their horses, you were looking around at the people- watching from a few yards away. Gates. Fences, locks, organization. Things you’ve never even seen in such quantity.
Voices, activity. People.
You slowly removed yourself from your horse- and stood close to her. Abby watched your hands brush along your horses side, nearly hugging the animal as manny convinced you to come to the weapons hold.
“Chica, we have to take your bow, and especially that knife. Just for now- until..uh”
“Until we can deem you as safe.” Owen commented, though- manny gave a slight disapproving look to him.
Owen walked away with Mel, who was telling him about the drama that had occurred while their team was gone.
You shook your head. “You did not say that you will take my things. They..They are gifts. They are..um..the..the word..” you muttered, trying to find the words in any of the languages you spoke. Sometimes they overlapped- it was hard.
“Abby- we gotta get you to medical-“
“Hold on-“ abby muttered, Stepping forward.
“Hey, you.” She started, kind of awkwardly. She didn’t really know what she was going to say before she stepped into the conversation- but she knew that look. That panic, and she understood it.
“You uh…you did me a really big favor- patching me up. I know all of this is really confusing-“
“I am not stupid-“
Abby huffed in slight frustration, trying to remind herself that this place as a concept was entirely new to you, just as it was to her almost a year ago.
“You’re not, I know..But I want to help you out- and return the favor. I can keep your weapons- and give them back to you when you need them.”
“But…I always need them. I used my bow only a little while ago.”
“Okay okay, The infected- the Scars? They can’t get in here- they couldn’t even try.” Abby explained, walking up besides your horse. The horse huffed, and tried to push in between the two of you- but you clicked your tongue again, and she resumed to her spot beside you.
You looked around, and understood. The place was entirely surrounded..it was still an entirely wild thought though- that this space was entirely safe..
Manny looked between the two. “Can you stay with her for the exams? I’m going to go to medical to get my exam and then do mission report .” He said, already walking off, Nora close behind him.
“Wait- mann-“
“Have fun!!”
The two of you stood, alone in eachother presence for the first time. Her head turned as You slowly took off your longbow and quiver. “I..”
“I uh… know. It’s hard. I slept with a knife under my pillow for weeks after I got here..but i promise I’ll take care of them- nothing is going to happen to your things.” She assured awkwardly.
“You..will be the only one that touches it?”
“yeah, I promise..” She said, and you slowly placed the bow and quiver in her arms. She could tell you were distressed by even letting the items go.
“And your knife.”
“It…was a gift.”
“It’s uh, still a knife.” Abby muttered awkwardly.
You slowly untied the sheath, holding the intricately beaded item in your hand- and Abby realized how distraught you were when you spoke. “Shimá bił hólǫ́…” she swore she could see your expression wilt before you handed it to abby- It was obviously precious to you.
She felt..bad. You were only human, and it was hard to let down ones guard after living behind it for so long. These things were gifted to you by someone you held dear.. Everytime she held up a state quarter- she understood that feeling. She understood you, but didn’t really know how to express understanding.
“Don’t worry, it’s going to get better from here.”
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It, in fact- did not get better from there.
Hands. Touching.
The entire team was being inspected for bite marks, wounds, infections. it was common practice, always a medical check-in before releasing them further into the compound. The charge nurse, a woman named Darlene, asked you questions as she flicked a toward and away from your pupils.
Questions. They were studying you.
You sat awkwardly in a small metal chair, legs tucked close to you. It was too cold. It smelled weird, like blood- like metal- like something else.
“The team told me you were quite the spectacle, saving our own like that.” She said, having already checked on Abby.
“Have you treated aconite poisoning before?”
“Once. He didn’t survive, but he wanted to go. His hermosa had turned..” You responded, body stiff as she felt over your arms.
“Well- I’d really appreciate some medical documentation on treatment plans for poisoned arrow wounds- with what you had out in the field, you removed the arrow incredibly well. We could use that information is they start using those arrows around here.”
“Magnesium sulfate is the best course medications wise..if you have some like to trade before I leave- I used mine for..”
“Abby?”
You paused, remembering the woman. “Abby.” You responded softly. “She is…”
“Stubborn? We are all aware.” She chuckled.
“Infection and heart issues is what I’m worried about.”
“That’s what Nora and Mel said..” she smiled, looking in your hair for lice and ticks, scabies. You were starting to become annoyed at the poking and prodding. “Don’t worry, she’ll get antibiotics and plenty of rest.
we did an echo- and she looks okay, your work saved her life, and perhaps her career as a soldier.” She said, before going to a cabinet. “I think you’re in the clear though- feeling any illness?”
“I’ve only been sick once”
“In your life? that’s quite lucky, what were you sick with that one instance though?”
“Pneumonia, the winter sick.”
“Okay..do you have any breathing problems after that?”
“No.”
“Where were you before you ended up here?”
“I travel.”
“Constantly?”
“Never stayed anywhere more than four months- hard winter in the plains kept me and others for six though.” You shrugged, picking at one of the tassels on your clothing.
“Okay…were you in any of the other compounds?”
“No.”
“You’re telling me you’ve been out there by yourself your entire life?” She stated, a slight smile as if catching you in a lie.
“No. I had my clan- I’ve been on my own for..a while.”
“A..clan? For how long?”
“A year, two months and six days.”
“Are you native?”
“I don’t know, I’m looking for them.”
She laughed nervously “I’m..kind of confused.”
You shrugged, avoiding her questions and confusion. “I’d like to leave now.” You stated. Darlene paused at your bluntness, before nodding. “You can do that- I can find someone who will show you around-“
“No, I can manage.” You said, standing and walking out of the door. You looked down the hall, and saw no one.
So…you just started wandering.
Turns out, big places like this have a lot of rules.
“What are you doing here?”
“Um..this area is for mechanics only..”
“Hey- you need to sign this out before you can use this!”
It felt like a different world, it was a different world. Motivational posters on the wall advertised freedom from militarization, independence, organization…but it didn’t really feel like independence, it just felt like..fancy imprisonment. Personal freedom for conscience.
Everywhere you went- you had to sign your name. Looking down at printed name boxes, scratching random letters in messy handwriting into the paper.
What was the point of knowing how to write when you didn’t have anything useful to write in the first place?? what application would it be useful for in your situation?? You haddnt written anything since..ever. You knew how to read, incredibly well from your elders diaries that you had kept- but writing was…
For a person who looked so different compared to the rest of the residents at the compound- you were surprisingly hard to find. When the group had met up around lunch time in the cafeteria- it became an entire mess of finger-pointing and “I thought she was with you?!”’s when they realized you haddnt been seen since 9 AM that morning.
Abby pinched the bridge of her nose as the four argued over who’s fault it was.
“Okay okay- I’m just saying that last Mel and I saw her we were heading away from the stables, I had to sign in with Mel.
“I tried to find her after my exam, but when Darlene told me you guys had left- I thought she was with you.” Nora said to abby.
“Abby- I told you to stay with her-“ manny started
“Oh no- you do not get to put this on me. I don’t babysit- besides, after my exam I had to take her primitive shit to the weapons counter and get them documented.” She retorted.
“Fuck…fuck!- I mean, she couldn’t have gotten into that much trouble- she’s one woman-“ manny stated, putting his head in his hands as if he just felt a demotion coming from Issac any minute.
“Bold of you to underestimate the person that rode circles around runners for fifteen minutes straight.” Abby stated.
“She didn’t even break a sweat..” Mel muttered.
“Not.helping.” Manny replied.
“Oh! Why don’t we just use the intercoms and make an announcement for her.” Nora suggested.
“That’s- an embarassing display of how we lost her- but I’d prefer the embarassment over her getting into actual trouble…if she hasn’t already..ay Jesus christo…” he muttered under his breath.
“Same here- let’s just have Niles call her name over the intercom.”
“Okay, awesome! What’s her name again?”
…
“..uh…”
Manny looked between the group, and Mel looked at the three who originally went on the mission to begin with with amused disbelief.
“You’re kidding.”
“Mel-“
“Not one of you asked her for her name, seriously guys?…Abby?”
“I-I don’t-“ abby started, before folding her arms and looking off to the side.
Mel looked around
“ You guys have seriously just been calling her ‘wild woman’ this entire time?”
…
“..damn. You guys are dicks-“
“Just- okay!! We gotta find her before the entire place realizes we’ve lost her.” Manny said.
“Should we start asking people-“
“No. Just start looking- I mean- a quarter of her face is painted black, she’s wearing less than half of the clothing an average person would wear around here- it cannot be that hard.”
“Do we like, think she’s a threat??” Owen asked before abby hushed him, and the group looked around at each other.
“ She was mystified by how the front gate worked-I heavily doubt she’s willing to fuck around and find out.” Abby argued.
“I feel like we’re underestimating her again. That woman gave a headshot from nearly sixty yards away-“
“Owen.” Manny stated, before taking a breath. “If we find her, meet up at the library at three.”
“And if we don’t find her..?”
“We pray.”
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Abby was starting to really get tired of you. She had wanted to spend this afternoon bathing and catching up on the novel she had left behind nearly half a week prior. now, she was stuck looking for a woman that was far more of a nuisance than a benefit.
“Where do we even start..?” Owen said
Nora sighed. “Honestly, based where manny was headed- he’s probably looking in the most high risk places. The mech shop, armory, higher up office areas…we should do the same, clear those areas faster.
“I don’t think so.” Abby said, glancing toward the exit of the cafeteria.
“If I’ve learned anything from that woman- it’s that she’s sticking by her things..”
“So…the weapons counter?”
“I- you know what, yeah- the weapons counter, Owen.” She said, and Owen looked at her before commenting “I can’t tell if you’re serious or not, so I’m gonna go anyway” he said, before walking away.
Abby let out a deep sigh, rubbing her temples.
“Follow him and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.” She said to Mel, she was happy to do so.
After watching then walk away, Nora looked up.
“…we’re going to the stables right?” Nora said, adjusting her jacket, and abby sighed.
“At least one of you isnt incompetent…” she muttered, walking out and up the stairs toward the doors to the inner parts of the compound. As they walked up, Nora hummed.
“So…speaking of which..what’s going on between you and Owen.”
“whatdya mean?” She muttered, unfortunately seeing where this was going.
“Are you and him not…exclusive anymore?..or..”
“We never were exclusive, Nora…”
“Well, yeah…but..I feel like he’s kind of..bouncing back and forth between you and Mel.”
“‘Course he is. man couldn’t make a decision on something if it was life or death.”
“So..why are you indulging him?”
“I’m not.” She said as she walked up the stairs, standing and looking back- waiting for Nora to finish the flight.
“So then…why did I see you two entering his room last week?” She asked, teasing softly.
Abby sighed, pushing the metal doors open to the early afternoon sun.. “I really don’t feel like having this conversation with you right now..”
“Come on- I think we both know why.” Nora chuckled, before continuing.
“Small brain, big dick?”
Abby shoved her lightly. “Shut the fuck up..” she chuckled.
“So..you aren’t that beat up about it.?” Nora asked, and abby shook her head with a smile. “Mel can have him- I need someone that’ll pick up what I’m putting down.” She stated, finally walking down the stadium and out to the field.
As they arrived at the stables, abby went up to your horse, and clicked her tongue slightly. “Easy girl..” she muttered as she looked on either side of your horse from afar.
“Okay, most of her camp items are gone- so she must have taken them somewhere.” Abby concluded.
“Just great…but Why? They must have given her a room to stay in.” Nora asked
“If there was no one to show her around; how would she get to her room??”
“…touché” Nora replied, humming. “I’m just wondering where the hell she could set up camp around here…you don’t think she left did you?”
“Nah, she made that fuss about going everywhere with the horse earlier- she wouldn’t camp outside of bounds.” Abby mentioned, looking around.
“She’s a wild woman, so food would probably be her first priority.” Abby continued, walking towards the outdoor market.
“I feel like this nickname is starting to get insensitive..” Nora muttered as she followed- though, not without giving ata’ri a pet first.
“Probably.”
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By three, four, and five, the group was exhausted- having extended the search by two hours- abby was pissed- and manny was straight up panicking.
“How could she just vanish off the face of the earth??” Manny said as he paced around the library, lights dark in the after hours.
“She didn’t, her horse is still here- did you check with Darlene??” Nora asked.
“Yeah- hasn’t been seen since nine.”
“Maybe..she’s just hiding.”
Abby turned “hiding, seriously?” Abby said sarcastically.
“No no, hear me out! - what did we all do when we first got here??” Owen asked, and they shrugged.
“Nora- you stayed in your room for weeks- Abby, you hid in the library in that little book corner- and I just sat in the cafeteria at all hours of the night..We all hid, in our own way, maybe we just gotta..be patient.” He suggested, and manny sighed.
“Owen..it’s…it’s more complicated than that. You’re not apart of Issac’s meetings. They’re- the things he has planned…Everyone here has a file, has a purpose- is kept tabs on.
Because if we don’t, if this place gets sloppy for even a second- let’s one stray get by, it could ruin everything issac has built. For us.
Our lives are built on this place…we can’t let anything go. This is sanctuary. It can be a sanctuary..but people gotta follow the rules, including her. She’ll learn.” He said, looking up to the group staring at him, before he looked back down.
Abby sighed. “Honestly, I think we’ve spent enough time chasing after a grown woman who’s plenty capable of taking care of herself. If she gets herself in trouble- she’ll get herself kicked out.” Abby said- tone frustrated, as if she’d given up.
“Abby-“
“I am still covered in various fluids I’d rather not name- I’m showering- whether that woman shows up or not, and going to bed. Goodnight.” She stated, standing up from her seat and walking out of the library.
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Being able to finally scrub the layer of grime off her body was a heaven sent, and she even managed to get ten more minutes of hot water. The wait was almost kind of worth it..
She walked out of her shared bathroom in black sweats and sleep shirt- happy to finally feel comfortable in clean clothes- though, rewrapping the bandages was a pain. She dried her hair with her towel, and swung it over her (working) shoulder as she bent down to grab her novel from her bookshelf.
After dragging a chair from inside to her balcony, she settled into it with a sigh, admiring the sun that was slowly coming down. She propped up her legs on the concrete ledge of her balcony (or whatever it could be considered as) and turned to the page she had last left off…
She was just getting ready to start reading when she noticed movement across the arena. It wasn’t atypical, it was only six, maybe six thirty. people were finishing their jobs for the day, finding their families or friends- going to dinner. What was atypical was the climbing.
Like, actual climbing.
Abby let out a deep sigh as she unpropped her legs, shutting her book with one hand as her body leaned forward-elbows settled on her knees.
She watched a form that was undoubtedly you, directly across the stadium from her balcony. She blinked slowly as she watched you hop and jump between the buildings and structures of the lower arena-and even using an actual rope (where the fuck you got that she hadnt a clue-) to climb to the upper tier of the stadium, where-
Of fucking course..
Your little tent was propped up to look over everything- she could even see smoke from a fire wafting up. She slowly stood, and pushed the chair to the side- before looking out to the flights of stairs and garden platforms further down the stands..
There, a little boy was picking caterpillars off the tomato plants, dirt swipped across his cheek- he seemed to be taking his chore very seriously.
“Hey, kid!” She called, taking out a sheet of paper and quickly scribbling some things down.
The kid looked up, and immediately ran over. Of course he did- abby was a soldier- and soldiers were the coolest.
“Yes’m?” He asked, eyes wide. “Hey, think you can do me a favor?” She asked, kneeling down to get on his level as she folded the sheet of paper.
“You know where the comms booth Is?” She asked, and the boy nodded quickly “that’s Mr. Niles booth- he’s really nice. He let me announce my birthday once.”
“Mhm, I like Nile’s too- but I need you to go there ASAP…and if he’s still in the booth, hand this to him, and tell him that this needs to be announced immediately. If the message gets out, I’ll take you out of class tomorrow and you can eat lunch with me and the other soldiers.” She said, sticking out her pinky.
“You got that?”
“Uh huh!” He said, wrapping his little finger around hers.
“Then go, you’ll be way faster than I will.” She encouraged gently- standing up as he ran off down the stands’ stairs and out of sight. Abby looked back across the stadium, and sighed, her hand reaching back to messily braid her hair as she rushed to slip into her shoes and grab something out from under her pillow, before rushing to the other side of the stadium.
The comms crackled overhead as the crew ate their dinner in the cafeteria with mannys father after leaving the library- hoping a meal would make the day go down a little smoother.
“Last messages of the day wolf nation; the time is 6:52 PM- the weather is clear, and the temperature is 70 degrees.
Announcements; for the Salt Lake Crew, the missing item has been found- message repeat, the missing item has been found.”
The entire crew let out visible sighs of relief as mannys father looked over in confusion “no problema papá, no worries..” manny said, patting his back.
“Have a good evening, and go wolves.”
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You sat on the concrete ledge of the stadium overhang, legs dangling as you looked at, well- everything. Where the structure met the sky, where the sun met the sea..it was so...vast, you had no idea a city could be this big.
You sat and watched the sunset as the breeze blew through your hair. you had never missed one before, and you weren’t going to start now.
Besides..wasn’t much to do after camp was set up anyhow...you honestly wished there was, something to make it seem you had done something worth…anything that day.
“People have been looking for you all day, you know that right?”
You turned to look, seeing Abby standing a few feet away, and you turned back- face sullen as you looked down at the farm animals- specifically ata’ri, who circled the fenced area below. You knew she had never been fenced before- but you had the unfortunate comfort knowing that she was at least experiencing the same thing you were.
Abby wanted to be pissed, wanted to tell this woman how much of a burden she had been to the crew all day- wanted to tell you how weird you were, and how if you couldn’t follow the rules- you should just leave.
“I am..not meant for this place.” You said, voice laced with defeat.
“Well..You should have tried to find us instead of wandering off, it’s not that hard.” Abby stated, arms folded.
“I…I tried. There was..so much. Everyone moving- going. Everyone had purpose- their place..I don’t..I don’t have a purpose, I have no place here..”
You paused, before looking down and wiping your eyes- fingers staining black. You looked down at your hands, resting in your lap.
“..I’m sorry.”
Abby’s expression softened. You continued speaking.
“There are so many, and they look at me. I do not know their names..I am..alone, amongst so many. It’s just…impossible.” You said softly, before your open hand directed Abby’s eyes to your campfire, where vegetables and pieces of chicken cooked a few feet away.
“I did not trade for that. The people, they just…gave it to me. I could not even offer, they gave.” You said.
“And, they are gifts- and I should be happy. Grateful. But I did not..contribute, I was not a part of this. I just took- without giving back. It’s not right.”
Abby’s folded arms slowly fell-hands awkwardly slipping into her pockets as she realized just how upset you were..acknowledging the weight of your presence. The feeling was all too familiar.
That Fear, that unknowing,that burden abby felt she was- especially at the beginning..Being a ward of nothing and nobody, having no purpose- being a forgettable face in a sea of important ones. Taking, without feeling as if she’d earned it. She understood it, of course she did.
Abby slowly walked down a few stairs, and sat on the ledge beside you.
Abby set down something between the two of you- and you glanced to the side to look at the object, before your head turned- eyes meeting hers.
“You-“
“I know what it’s like- I was new here too, once...” Abby said- a little awkwardly, the pads of her fingers grazing the intricate beading on the sheath of your blade. Tassels worn, well loved.
Abby recognized that; not the weapon that it was, but what it represented.
What you represented.
“How..do you remember all their names?”
Abby hummed.
“I don’t…I probably never will.”
She said, her own hands settling together in her lap.
“From what people told me..this is what the old world used to be like. Hundreds of thousands, millions, hell- billions of people..all together- but all alone- maintaining life as they knew it.” She said, looking out to the setting sun, wind tussling stray hairs from her messy braid.
You watched her, nodding slowly.
“There aren’t many places in the world like this, it’s one of a kind…out there, people don’t get to make choices for themselves. They fight and scrounge for a world they might not get to survive in. They don’t get options..but there’s options here. It’s just..more complicated.” abby continued, looking down to the world below.
“I get it, though…not a lot of people are from the old world- not many get the option of well, options…
It’s hard to make choices and figure yourself out in this kind of society when you’ve been in survival mode all your life…I was the same way.”
“You..adapted.” You responded, and abby looked back to you. “We all adapt, this is just…a different kind of adaptation.” She said, and looked down to the blade beside her.
You followed her eyes, and slowly reached out to your sheathed blade, fingers caressing the leather carefully. “Aren’t you supposed to..do that..thing? Keep it away from me or..something?” You asked.
Abby shrugged, pushing it towards you. “Think ya earned a break for this one.” She replied, looking at the faded ash on your face, the beads in your hair- the color in your eyes as the sun shone into them. It slipped out before she even attempted to measure it.
“..what’s your name?”
You looked up to her gaze, and you told her, hesitantly.
“I thought you guys didn’t care to know..to be honest.”
Abby let out an awkward huff of a chuckle
“Ehh, we all figured it out when we tried to find you earlier..I should know out of all of us, really.”
“Cuz I saved your ass.” You responded, and abby paused, before huffing and looking off to the sunset.
“Yeah yeah- you saved my ass…my names-“
“Abby.” You responded
Abby looked back to you. “You’re kind of making me look like an ass here..”
“You’re not an ass..you’re living for the first time, like everyone else..like me. There is no fault in that.” You said, smiling softly at her.
“Thank you. For my blade- it means more than…you could ever know.” You said.
Abby looked over your face, as if trying to read you- before she looked down. “Ya know, I’ve never been this high up here before.”
“..I’ve found that sometimes, it’s easier to understand something when you’re able to get the full picture.” You shrugged.
“Plus- where else was I gonna camp- a man told me I couldn’t sleep in the stables with Ata’ri.”
Abby paused, smirking slightly at your absurdity, though, you didn’t see it. “You know, i can find a room for you- if youd rather be indoors.” Abby mentioned, hand scratching the back of her neck.
“I think I’d rather be out here- whenever ata’ri calls for me, I can answer- even if it’s from far away.” You said, and abby nodded “right- the uh- horse.”
You nodded.
“I want to speak with the Issac man your Spanish friend talked about though- sooner. I need to see if there’s any information he can give me.” You stated, and abby nodded.
“I think I can..actually help with that, but it might take a while. Issac is constantly on the move, always busy. I hardly get a chance to talk with him.” She said, before looking towards her balcony, where even from far away- her chair still sat.
“Tomorrow morning- you can meet me at my room, I can give you an actual tour.” She offered. You nodded quickly “I need to figure out what places I can actually be- there are SO many places you can’t.”
“I don’t know if I wanna know how you figured that out.”
“I got kicked out of a lot of places.” You responded.
Abby sighed, she pointed down. “Do you see those large windows? The light coming out- where that chair is?”
You nodded, realizing someone else was moving in the room. “The one with the person in it?”
“That’s my room, I share it with Manny.. I wake up early to use the gym..would you want to wake at dawn?” Abby suggested, and you nodded. “Yes. Dawn.” You affirmed- and smiled. “I think we are going to be ak’is” you said, and abby raised an eyebrow.
“Friends.” You corrected, once you realized her confusion.
“Riiight..what uh- language is that?”
“Diné Bizaad- traditionally anyway- but nowadays it’s just Navajo.”
“Oh- ok.” Abby nodded, before looking back to the doors she came from.
“I should uh..go.”
“Yeah- it’s almost dark.” You said, turning and sitting down besides your camp. “Sleep well, maybe prop your body upward so you can sleep better”. You suggested, and abby nodded.
“Right.” She said, turning around and walking away. She bit her lip, before turning around.
“I hope you uh- sleep ok too..I’m sorry your first day was so shitty.”
“I did not end the day dead..and I didn’t end it alone. It is all I can ask for.” You said gently, smiling at her. “Goodnight abby.”
“Goodnight.”
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When abby finally walked back into her shared room, manny ran up. “Abby, dios mio- you found her- wait, where is she? Did you take her to her room? Is she okay?-“
“Calm down mans, she’s fine..actually- I gotta show you somethin you’ll get a kick out of-“ She said, walking back towards the back balcony, and opening the door.
“Look across the arena.”
“Where her horse is?”
“Up.”
Manny paused, before choking. “Eh?? Why is she- how did she get up there??-“
“That’s the funny part, she climbed.”
Manny turned to her.
“No.” He said, clearly flabbergasted.
“Is that smoke??”
“Oh yeah- she managed to get chicken and vegetables. She made a fucking meal.” Abby leaned against the concrete frame, looking up towards the camp with a look of amusement.
“Has anyone..noticed?” He asked.
“Honestly I don’t know- but she was running around all day trying to find us..eventually got tired and just set up camp.” Abby muttered, sitting down in her chair and picking up her book.
“I-..”
“I told you, she’s a grown woman. She’s fine.” Abby said. “I’m giving her a tour tomorrow.”
“I thought you weren’t interested in playing babysitter.” Manny muttered, leaning against the wall beside her.
“I’m not.”
Manny looked at her expectantly, like she owed him more of an explanation. She rolled her eyes as she flipped through the pages of her novel.
“I just..she’s valuable, she’s a valuable asset to us. How she fought those scars? Those runners? We can use her..but we gotta help her.”
Manny raised an eyebrow. “You trust her now?”
“I-“ abby paused, before shaking her head “‘course not, she’s crazy as shit..now leave me alone, Ive been chasing her all day- I’m owed my novel.”
“Yes ma’m.” Manny chuckled, before walking back inside.
Note: This is a fic based on the idea that after the cordeceps breakout, a club of survivalists, rangers, and exiles from the quarantine zones and/or seraphites joined together and became a nomadic troupe that seasonally migratesafter their original base was destroyed by FEDRA for noncompliance to join the quarantine zone established in Atlanta, GA. This group was established around 2014 and was raised by this group until they were separated by some sort of natural disaster and/or infected incident.
Lots Mexican and native (specifically Navajo, per a request ❤️), and African influences with this one- since I don’t see a lot of those cultures or reader perspectives very often. Will try and be respectful as possible to represent these cultures accurately and appropriately, call me out If you see BS.
Basically, While I have a SHIT ton of lore I've been piling into this idea that’s crazier than a shit house rat, I'm just gonna write these chapters and maybe post them on AO3, why? Cuz I can- lol. This is mostly an establishment chapter so- not really any romance or tension here, All I’m sayin is that if you’re in it for the long game you shall be rewarded with some bangin fuckin’ smut.
Enjoy?
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Abby had no idea how WLF got a stray.
For a place that was so militarized, so structured- Abby couldn’t find it in herself to examine just how you had managed to get away with being at the compound, basically coming and going as you pleased…probably helped that you were far to unpredictable to control.
But hey…that’s how strays are.
You kind of just..showed up. At a very needed time, to your credit- even if you were perfectly capable and wanting to stick to your own and make no loyalties.. you stuck around, and Abby couldn’t figure out why…
Late Spring 2033 was a rainy time for Washington, of course it fucking was- it was Washington.
Abby had just established herself in W.L.F. - nearly six months in, Abby had proven to be a soldier- a woman of orders, of structure, a future top-scar killer…so to speak.
She needed structure after..she didn’t like to think about her father, or the fireflies- or the life she lost. She just needed to do..something. Fill the void, fill the silence, fill the time. Find family with who she had left.
Abby had been on back to back patrols for months now, each time going further and further out of Seattle. Each time, spending longer and longer out. There had been rumors of Seraphites fucking with supply routes coming in on highway 90 through what used to be ‘Issaquah’- the trucks never being heard from again after meeting the checkpoint.
Considering that hundreds of people were relying on those supply trucks- Issac sent his best (and damn near craziest) out to investigate…And Abby was one of them.
Manny and Abby were quickly rising through the ranks- and given that soldiers of Issac’s weren’t exactly living all that long, it was relatively easy to do so. Though, it was questionable if the rank was worth the insanity,
It was thought to be that the seraphites had an encampment just east of Issaquah and were taking the supplies around the south bend and back to haven- At least that’s what the theory was.
Owen, Manny, and Abby were sent on two horses and enough supplies to last a week- before they started the trek to the junction where the camp was most likely to be located.
It took a quarter of a day to get there, their main goal being to stay off the highways and stick to the suburbs and the woods- killing infected on the way in order to keep their presence to a minimum. Scouts were everywhere, after all.
“I’m looking at it- and I have no doubts that the encampment has to be around where highway 90 and 18 converge..” Owen said, circling the map with his finger. “Gives them the upper hand if they surround both sides- they’ve probably figured out the delivery system by now.” He muttered.
“The hell happened to ‘no old world involvement’?? These deliveries are filled to the brim with supplies.” Manny said, and Abby scoffed.
“It’s like that with all religions. people will always make ‘exceptions’ in their faith for things that are convenient, sinful, or gives you the upper hand..Just the way it is.”
“Not with all religions, just the crazy ones.” Manny chuckled, and Abby raised an eyebrow.
“Weren’t you catholic?” Abby asked.
“Yeah…and…?”
Abby paused.
“…you’re really sticking with that one- okay.” She muttered, looking back to their horses. “I say we ride out to the bend of highway 18, leave the horses a couple miles out, go on foot at sundown, and light the place up.” She suggested. “Can’t be too many of them, just enough to keep the hoard until other scars can come and get the supplies..” she muttered, and the three nodded.
Unfortunately, the latter of that statement was far, far off base.
…
“We gotta fall back!” Manny yelled, pulling a seraphite by its hood and caving in his face with a crowbar. The three were practically surrounded, a torch had fallen, set supply crates ablaze, the forest close to catching if it wasn’t for the rain.
Abby whipped her head around, Owen was already on the ground as a woman screeched, knife stabbing at the ground beside his head.
She took the scar in front of her by the arm, and pulled- her elbow coming down and breaking the scars’ arm, forearm bent completely backward as the bone shattered. Abby raised her pistol, giving a headshot to Owen’s scarred’ seraphite- before her gun jammed. Moisture and metal didn’t mix.
“Shit-“
“Abby!” Manny yelled, and her eyes widdened- feet taking off towards him before Abby’s eyes caught the form of a hooded figure- bow strung to fire. Panic couldn’t even set in before the arrow was in her shoulder.
The sting was far duller than the whistles that followed, sharp in Abbys ears as more seraphites approached.
Abby scrambled, her body slipping in the mud as she moved foward- the arrow digging deeper as she let out a pained grunt, watching as Manny recovered and caved in a skull- backing up as Abby moved to get up and unjam her gun.
“They’re closing in!” Abby yelled, eyes wide and nearly panicked as she realized just how outnumbered they were when she saw them through the trees.
The three of them looked to each other as the group of seraphites closed in- weapons raised, knowing that if they went down, they went down together.
In the chaos, there was suddenly a noise. An ululation that echoed through the trees- shrill and ominous, before a seraphite dropped to the ground, the shaft of an arrow fully pierced within its’ head.
It was a split second of silence- before Abby felt an arrow whiz past her from behind, and strike another Scar in the chest. A loud hollow reverberated, interrupting confused seraphite whistles as Abby watched a figure jump out from in between the trees and slitting a scars throat from behind, rushing to headshot another coming from behind Owen- longbow in hand.
There was far too much havoc to question the saving grace-Now having the upper hand. the three finished off the last of the seraphites as the figure dragged a scar into the darkness, the sound of repeated stabbing and cries of death slowly came to an eerie halt.
Abby looked around in the dark of the woods, the threes backs pressed together. “Jesus fucking Christ..” she panted- jammed gun still in her hand as her eyes frantically followed the sounds of scars choking drowning in their own blood, only to be met with flickering darkness..
Finally, in the light of the fire, Abby watched a woman step out, a carved long bow pulled back and aimed at the three of them.
You.
Abby couldn’t see much of you in the darkness, but she could see…color. Texture. Clothes Unique and unfamiliar- handcrafted, unscavenged. like you had come from somewhere foreign.
It was hard to focus with the adrenaline still pumping, she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears, it was a close call. But now there was uncertainty rather than imminent danger, and Abby couldn’t decide if she disliked it more or less.
There was a long pause between the four of you, the sound of light rain being the only respite from the silence as you all looked between each other.
Waiting.
“You are…not those prophet followers.”
Abbys eyes finally found your face, her mind still questioning who or what exactly you were. Ash was painted across your eyes, she couldn’t tell. She wanted an identifier, and allegiance, preferring to find comfort in the knowledge of an enemy rather than the unknowing of a stranger.
who the hell was this bitch?
Manny was the first one to reply to your words. “No- no, we’re from WOLF.”
There was more silence, and you raised an eyebrow.
“W.L.F- the Washington liberation front.” Abby grunted, feeling the serrated arrow dig into her flesh, unsure if you knew what exactly they were talking about.
“FEDRA?” You asked, tone stronger, harsher, feet digging into the mud.
“Hell no, we’re anti fascists, thank you.” Owen said, a stolen seraphites’ hammer in hand, form still low as if deciding whether or not to throw it.
Abby watched as your eyes fall upon her, particularly the arrow in her shoulder. Your voice muttered softly as she watched you look around for more seraphites in the darkness. “There’ll be more soon. come every week, Couple days from now.”
The three watched in near disgust as you walked up to a pierced Seraphite- and pulled your arrow from their skull- glancing at the tip before placing it back into a quiver strapped to your side.
“Jesus..” manny muttered.
Your face tips up as you make some sort of call- one that Owen flinches at from the sheer volume of it alone. The noise echoes through the trees, before shuffling in the distance sounds from the dark of the forest.
Abby watches you click your tongue as a horse appears through the trees a few yards away, bags strapped to the side of a leather saddle, beads and sachets braided into the dark hair along the top of its neck. Its movements were more of stalking, almost intimidating- particularly in the rapidly fading light of the bonfire that was once their supplies.
Abby watched intently as the horse rounds the woman in front of them- once, twice- its eyes fully locked on the three at all times..when your hand grazed its neck, the horse huffed softly. It was then that Abby realized that the horse was rounding to protect you. It was trained. Frighteningly well.
“You. on the horse.” Abby physically paused as she realized your eyes found hers. “Whos your affiliate?” Abby stated, tone hoarse- unwelcoming. You weren't having it.
“The longer that arrow stays in you, the more likely you'll get an infection- or worse. It needs to be removed.” you muttered as you turned to adjust the saddle. In Abby’s eyes, that was incredibly vague, and vagueness warranted suspicion.
“I have a camp southeast from here. I can remove the arrow- and you can go to wherever you are going peacefully.” your tone wasn't all too interested, more so leading, as if your thought Process shouldn't have to be explained, far too logical to be questioned.
“This is our supply route- so what are you doing scouting Scars?” Owen asked accusingly, before manny glared toward him with a ‘why the fuck would you say that?’ Expression.
Abby would rub her temples in annoyance if she wasn't so focused on deciding whether to kill you or not-she wasn't keen on being lured anywhere, nor having anyone revealing WLF mission information to some random chick.
She tried to logistically imagine traveling back to W.L.F headquarters..technically- with no interruptions- it could be done. The ride would only be half a day… though- with her gun down and herself being fucked up like this, it would definitely be a risk to ride back where they came if infected repopulated the area.
If they cut the shaft of the arrow and kept it in place, they could keep it from doing much more damage to her shoulder.
She decided on the safer route- moreso the route she knew more about. Unknowing meant variables she couldn’t control- and that could mean loses.
“We don't need whatever assistance youre offering”Abby stated hoarsely.
“Seems like you needed it five minutes ago.” you retorted. Abby swore her eyelid twitched a little as she clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth. “Fuckin-“
“Hey- hey, and we thank you- for your help, but were going our separate ways- if you'll let us.” manny stated, standing in front of Abby to play diplomat. Abby was sure manny was excited to do so- given that whenever they came across previous survivors, they were either babysitting or executing. Abby wanted no business with either.
Her hand came up to her shoulder to hold it closer to her- starting to feel a sort of tingling sensation at the wound site. She wondered if there could be nerve damage, and then sighed, knowing WLF nurses were going to berrate her for this one. Abby was hardly ever flustered in combat- much less enough to actually be injured, it was more annoying than frightening. It was just a part of what the job was..
You were silent for a few seconds, before you stepped into the stirrups of you saddle and swung a leg over to straddle it.
“Go, then.”
She heard you say before you rode away slowly through the trees, and Abby watched as your silhouette threaded into the darkness- the fire finally going out in the mud that left the three of them with only their headlights.
“…what the fuck was that?” Owen asked, more of a statement than a question really.
“Gonna be honest, I have not a clue, never seen anyone or anything like her before..Abby?”
Abby sighed a little in relief at your departure, letting her grounded expression fade into ache as her shoulder began to throb.
“I don't know what the fuck she was…maybe someone from that Jackson Commune that one guy talked about a couple months ago.” she muttered as she turned around and started walking in the opposite direction.
“Oh yeah, that guy that works in the kitchen now?” Owen muttered as he searched for his compass- finding it. “Says we’re heading south; lets start walking west a little more- gotta find our horses.”
“Got it…and I don't know..she looked like she came out of a fuckng western- did you see her chaps?” manny stated
“Were those..chaps?” Owen raised an eyebrow
“I don’t know..just Those pants she wore- honestly I couldn't call them chaps though, more like..strappy leggings.”
“You would be the one that starts at the bottom of a woman wouldn't you?” Abby said, blinking her eyelids a couple times as they walked in their new direction- trying to adjust to the gaps in the trees in front of them.
“I mean, come on-did you see those things? She wasn't even wearing anything underneath except like, weird shorts, it kind of looked like some sort of native shit.”
“God you're a fuckin creep.” Abby muttered, huffing softly.
“You ok Abs? You don't look so good..”
“I have a fucking arrow in my shoulder, the hell do you think?- im lucky I’m not bleeding like a faucet..”she replied, continuing to walk- stumbling a little in the dark.
“All I'm saying is that she is definitely not from here, from the looks of it maybe south- like- far south-“
“Can we stop talking about this? The less noise we make the better chance we have getting back alive.” Abby stated, before softly continuing.
“Honestly we should be fucking embarrassed- we almost got decimated by a couple of scouter scars, not a good look for us guys.” Abby muttered, before leaning against a tree, and breathing heavily. The two in front of her turned.
“Abby?”
She could hear we heartbeat in her ears again, but the adrenaline was long gone. It was..more than that..faster, stronger, painful-
Abby fell to her knees as she realized she was taking in a lot more air than she was before, eyesight going hazy as Owen dropped to look at her. “What the fuck- Abby, Abby- look at me. What the hell is wrong with her?!” Owen said, voice starting to panic.
“I don't know- ¡mierda!” manny cursed, rushing over, instinctively checking for bite marks. that's all he was trained to do, all he could figure out what was wrong.
Abby choked slightly, before leaning forward and aggressively vomiting onto the wet soil as Owen called her name, helping her lay on her side as Manny looked through their small first aid kit.
Abby blinked aggressively as raindrops fell onto her face- her eyesight spotting as she realized something was actually wrong. Abby was never the one to get hurt- the most she had ever gotten was a dislocated arm or a bruised rib. But the panic began to seep in when she realized she couldn’t move her legs- couldn’t move, couldn’t speak- shit. Something was seriously wrong.
the last thing she heard was a quick “get out of the way-” as her mind faded.
…
When Abby came back to conciousness, her eyes caught the movement of tree canopys moving with the wind, the morning sun shining in patches across her body as she laid flat on the ground. the smell of wood smoke and something..almost medicinal graced her nose as she slowly turned her head, her arm instinctively brushing her waistband for her gun.
“Your friends took It off.”
Abbys body flinched instinctively at the unfamiliar voice, before the felt a hand over her sternum, pressing her back down to the ground. “You’re going to hurt yourself-Stop moving-”
Her hand jerked to grab the wrist of whoever was pinning her down, before your face moved to hover a foot or so above hers, looking down at her with a neutral expression, your eyes were striking against the background of that now faded painted ash…
That weird…wild woman from last night??
“I cannot help you if you keep moving in this way.”
“You-“ she started, trying to sit up again, before glancing to her side, her once arrow-pierced shoulder now wrapped up tight, arm in a makeshift sling- she assumed to stabilize the wound to prevent tearing.
“Abby?” Abby heard Owen’s voice call out, rushing over kneeling down beside her. “Abs- Jesus- you’re alright.” He said, looking down at her.
Abbys expression displayed an expression of confusion and anger, pushing your hand away as much as she could.
“Get the hell off me-“
“Abby! we’re cool- she’s cool.” Owen assured, yet Abby continued to try and sit up, before hissing slightly, letting go of your wrist as she was laid back down.
“Keep her there… and still. I have to get her something.” You said to Owen, and he nodded- which confused Abby even more as you stood and wordlessly walked away, passing the threshold into one of those..tents she’d seen in a history book once…couldn’t remember what it was called though.
She felt that unfortunately familiar feeling of vulnerability creep through her as her face turned back to Owen, realizing his expression wasn’t one of fear or tension- but one of worry…and almost pity.
“Fuck..how long was I out.” She muttered, wanting her questions to be answered quietly.
“Just the end of two days. manny left before midnight yesterday to bring back support-“
“What?? Why the hell would he leave-“
“Abby.. we didn’t think you’d make it through the night.” Owen said, holding her hand tightly.
“What?-“
“Those prophet followers gave you an aconite arrow..” you said, the twos heads turning as you walked toward them, stirring something in a handmade wooden cup.
“A..what?”
“A poisoned arrow, of a monkhood flower. It’s in the same family as wolfsbane..you seemed familiar with their type- thought you knew.” You said simply as you kneeled down behind her. Abby tensed once again as you slowly lifted her torso up.
“I-“
“Drink.” You stated.
She tried pushing you away yet again, but this time- you gripped back with your free hand. “Dííłchʼíní, This medicine is going down your throat one way or another, either you drink- or your boyfriend is going to hold your mouth open while I pour it.” You stated harshly, the first word being a language that neither of the two could understand.
“The fuck did you just say to me-“
“Oh, uh- she’s not my-“
“Stop being a child- and drink.” You stated, pressing the edge of the wooden cup to her lips.
“Abs- I’m telling you, she’s cool.” Owen assured her. Abby relented, relying on her trust in Owen as she downed the liquid. She coughed heavily as the last of it ran down her throat.
“That’s- ugh- that’s fucking disgusting-“
“Sitting for four hours covered in your vomit while I painstakingly peeled your muscles and tendons back from that arrow, was disgusting.” You retorted, before standing up.
Abby watched as you walked away to tend to you and Owen’s Horse with an expression of disdain plastered on her face.
She hated that some stranger was the one to take the arrow out- to save her. It was already hard enough to be the one hurt in the first place- it cut a tad deeper than the physical wound, even worse- they were all separated, and she couldn’t feel her fucking feet.
What if something happened to Owen, or manny? - all because of-
“I think that’s the most I’ve heard that woman speak the entire time we’ve been here..” Owen muttered.
She let out a deep sigh, knowing that she needed to keep alert- figure out who you were, what you wanted. They had hardly anything to steal- you already had a horse…what was your angle?
..Now that she got a better look at you, Abby could tell that (as much as she hated to admit it), manny was at least a little right about your choice of clothing. It was…weird. Hell- you were weird.
The ‘strappy leggings’, as previously mentioned by manny, were inner leg guards made of some type of worn leather- Deer maybe. She guessed they were riding chaps for long distances. She could understand that though- what she couldn’t understand was the rest of you.
Your movements were..organic, unique- individual, like you haddnt had a society to teach you how to act like a modern person. You moved in ways a normal person just…wouldn’t.
And Your clothing was..decorated. Handcrafted. She could even spot beading in the sling bag you wore across your chest- ocassionally taking items out of it to use. Your hair was chopped at odd angles, braided in others- and sachets tied to the straps on your waist, along with a sheathed blade.
You were just…weird. As if your adaptation to this chaotic world was more of an advancement than a hindrance.
Abby started to wonder if you actually were just a survivor that had managed to last this long on your own..no affiliation, no identifier..she shook her head.
that was impossible though, you couldn’t be older than her-
“Are you going to keep staring at me, or are you going to tell me how you feel?”
“What?” Abby asked, realizing she had been caught staring, but felt too proud to look away.
“What did you feel before you passed out?” You asked, lowering yourself to the ground and maneuvering towards her on your hands and feet. Owen had helped Abby sit up on her own, and moved to let you work.
“Uh..I don’t know..dizzy, could hear my heartbeat- was fast..” she muttered, mouth twitching slightly in discomfort as you took her wrist, fingers taking her radial pulse.
Okay, now that was even weirder. You looked and acted like this, but you knew medical knowledge like how to take a pulse? Things just..weren’t adding up.
“Where did you come from.” Abby stated, like she wasn’t asking.
“I don’t ‘come from’ anywhere- I’m a nomad.” You muttered, before pulling away. “Heart rates a lot better- blood pressure is what needs to be looked at though. Hey, You.” You mentioned over to Owen
“Me?”
“Your friend is bringing uh…what’s it called- support- that include medical?”
“Uh-yeah..”
“Good.”
You said, unintentionally Ominous..before standing up.
“ What the hell does that mean?” Abby asked, looking up at you.
“There isn’t a cure for aconite poisoning, but magnesium sulfate helps in non ingested cases.”
“And you gave me..magnesium sulfate.” She muttered-not wanting to seem like she was asking, like she was unsure.
“If I wanted you to die, I wouldn’t have wasted medicine on you- the fuck did you think you were drinking, my piss?” You suddenly responded with clear annoyance, before walking over and checking on the curing meat above your fire as Abby watched in nearly choked silence.
“Honestly, you’re lucky it wasn’t in you longer- you likely got the cardiovascular issue parts of the poison, a stronger dose and you would have been shitting and vomiting yourself to death…
So you’re welcome.” You finished- before walking back to your tent.
It was silent for a few seconds, before Owen turned his head slight, and Abby could just tell he was trying not to smile.
“Shut the fuck up.” Abby muttered.
…
The next few hours passed by relatively quietly, Abby had noticed You had subjugated the area in peaceful silence as you worked on some sort of weaved item, though, she wasn’t sure what it was.
Every hour or so, she would watch as you moved over and looked her over- looking at her pupils and giving her that same tonic, though- Abby was sure to check the color of it now.
She eventually regained the strength to stand, and had slowly begun to pace as Owen sat nearby- in between the two of you.
Of course he had to break the silence Abby had so desperately wanted. What was with her friends and desperately wanting to be diplomatic? Isn’t it good enough for them to just survive??
Her pride was what hindered her, however. Abby knew that this woman saw her at her weakest point, and made no effort to hide it. Why would you? You had no idea what Abby stood for- what she represented.
“By the way- uh..thank you for that…help, with the scars the other night.” Owen said, looking to you. Abby glared at him, before you spoke.
“Scars…is that what you call them?” You asked, threading some beads from a small bowl onto a thread.
“Well, they’re technically called seraphites- they follow-“
“Oh I know their philosophy..the prophet followers..a large number of my people were expats from their cult, at least the beginnings of it anyway...” You muttered, looking down at your project.
“Ah..” Owen replied awkwardly, and you looked at him. “Thanks for not killing me when you realized I followed you.” You said, and Owen slowly nodded.
“I’ll be honest- I didn’t know that they had started using poison arrows.”
“Normally, they can’t unless they preserve the plants well to travel with. they don’t typically grow in places with tightly packed soil…they talked about it and going through some place called ‘Seattle’, when I listened in…I don’t know where they come from, but it’s far from here, I imagine.”
“It’s an island, actually. They call it haven. We’re actually Seattle, it’s our base. Our faction is actually at war with them right now-“
“Owen!” Abby yelled, before coughing a bit.
There was a slight pause between the three of them before Abby nodded, signaling she was okay.
“Owen, c’mere.” She said, walking a yard or so away.
“What the hell is wrong with you? We dont know who this person is- or where she’s come from, or what the hell she’s capable of. We’re lucky she hadn’t decided to kill us yet- so stop telling her shit like where we are, because she could be leading ‘her people’ right to us.” Abby grunted.
Owen looked down at her with an annoyed expression. “Y’ know what Abby? You’re right- we are lucky she hasn’t killed us yet, we’re lucky that she saved your fucking life. You would have died if she didn’t follow us.”
“But why would she follow us Owen? Why would she follow us?” Abby whispered back harshly.
“Well- I don’t know Abs, if you were traveling alone through the Pacific Northwest wilderness, the closest compounds and communes being hundreds and hundreds of miles away- I’d believe you’d wanna stick by some fellow human beings as well.” Owen stated sarcastically, still whispering at her.
“I am second in command, technically right now- I’m first-“
“Fuck your chain of command.” Owen said, gripping her uninjured shoulder.
“Chain of command doesn’t matter in survival, Abs. She saved your life twice in the past forty-eight hours, I think a little courtesy is warranted.” He suggested, before Abby sighed.
“I…I’m sorry, alright? I just..you and manny could have died back there at that Scar encampment because I wasn’t prepared. I fucked up. I just..didn’t want something to happen to you guys because of me..and I want to make sure nothing happens to you now..especially now that we’re..split up.” She muttered.
Owen’s hand squeezed her shoulder. “Hey, we’re alive. That’s what matters..” he said, the two looking at eachother with soft expressions- Owen glancing at her lips, before the two of them turned as a twig snapped further away.
You hushed them as you grabbed your long bow and quickly stepped in front of the two- drawing back, before watching Manny come into view with Nora and Mel On horseback.
You lowered the bow once again and looked around, making sure the three weren’t followed, before manny slid from his horses saddle.
“Abby, youre-“
“Alive- yes I know.” She stated, a soft smile on her face as Mel dismounted from her horse, and came up to Owen. “Owen, you okay?” She asked, and he laughed softly. “Yeah Melon, I’m good.”
“I told you to stop calling me that…” she replied with a bashful expression, before turning to Abby- and quickly looking away.
Nora had abby sit down as they both took out their Medkits. “When did you wake up? We heard it was a poison arrow?” Nora said, taking out a blood pressure cuff and various medications.
“Yeah, acotane- or something-“
“Aconite.” You stated, walking up to the group.
“Like wolfsbane?- oh…wow. Manny said you were different, but you really are..” Mel started, before pausing at your raised eyebrow.
“Not like that’s a bad thing, your medical knowledge saved one of wolfs’ best after all..” she chuckled, and you crouched down beside Abby.
“No problem, her pulse has been steady, pupils are reactive. She had some paralysis or muscle weakness in her legs, severe vomiting within the first two hours..I think outside of paralysis and vomiting- the uh…what’s the word for the mind and stomach medically?” You clicked your tongue.
The rest of them glanced toward you- though, you didn’t notice as you looked over medical supplies rare enough to be the average saving grace. The group was just as confused as Abby was about your medical knowledge- and your now increased desire to speak.
“Neurological and gastrointestinal?”
“Yes, Ahéhee’- those issues stop there…cardio on the other hand might be an issue..”
“You think?”
“Well, she’s been moving fine since about..what? Five hours ago?” You mention to Owen, who nodded. “Yeah- that’s about right.”
“así es.” You continued- to which manny perked up.
“¿Que? you know Spanish?”
“A bit, was around a lot of languages.” You mentioned. Abby watched as the group had continued to talk back and forth- and she looked between all of you like this random woman wasn’t just..a little too convenient? She just..couldn’t shake the feeling something about you was off.
After further discussion, it was agreed to let Nora and Mel redress and properly disinfect Abbys’ wound before saddling up and making the way back to W.L.F headquarters.
As the two wrapped Abby’s arm, you walked over to sit in your previous spot, watching as it slowly got darker outside.
“Hey, you.” Abby watched manny walk up and regard to you.
“Mn?” You responded, looking up at the man.
“You really have some skill to survive out here for this long on your own.”
“I know.” You replied, stringing another strand of beads and working them into the fabric in your lap.
“We’re always looking for more survivors to join the front- if you’re interested.” He suggested.
“Do you have anyone in your front that came in with any other nomad groups…¿Alguien con un tatuaje de herradura?” You asked- avoiding the offer, and watching as manny shook his head.
“usually, I get information about any groups traveling through the area- and I haven’t seen anyone with any horseshoe tattoo..”
Abby watched you look down in clear disappointment. You were looking for someone.
“…but- our head of operations, Issac- hes one of the original founders of W.L.F…and he’s seen it all. He might know or have contacts with people that could be able to help you.”
You nodded slowly, before standing. “How long would the ride be?”
“With all of us, we’ll need to go a lot slower- probably a day.”
Abby watched you nod, and turned to quickly start disassembling your camp, a tad annoyed that you were joining their troupe-
“Abby, earth to Abby- you good?” Nora asked, and she turned “yeah- just thinking…” “good- okay, tell me all that you felt again so we can document it.” Nora said, starting to pack up her kit.
Manny looked out into the increasingly darkening woods, and looked back to the group. “Ay! Alright- we gotta get on the road.
Since we’re now a larger party- we move slower, it’s only a matter of time until we come across more scars again, so let’s back track the way we came and ride quiet.” Manny finished as you knotted the ropes on either side of your horse holding up the lodgepoles for your tent.
Abby stood and walked over, helping to stomp out the coals of your fire. “Abby, be careful- don’t over exert yourself.” Nora stated, and Abby rolled her eyes “if I can walk- I’m fine.” She stated gruffly, glancing over to you. She was surprised when you met her eyes.
“Thank you.” You muttered casually- to which she nodded, but didn’t reply, climbing up and settling behind Owen- wincing as her shoulder tinged, you noticed absentmindedly.
You attached your quiver to your hip, and settled on your horses back. “Did you..make those things?” Nora asked, referring to your gear.
You looked down at your things- and shrugged. “Mn..most of it. Some was gifted.” You said, looking at her- before looking away.
You haddnt been around this many people (at least this many that haven’t tried to kill you), in over a year. It was hard to no longer just be alone with your thoughts..the transition the first time was hard enough.
As they started riding through the woods at a smooth pace, Nora admired the beadwork.
“That’s incredible, how did you learn how…to…“ Nora started as you nocked an arrow on the string of your bows. You looked back up to her. “I’d rather be prepared.” You stated, shrugging.
“Don’t you have a gun? It’s impossible to be out here without one now- I even see scars using them.” Mel questioned, clicking her tongue to keep her horse straight.
“My troupe used them sometimes against infected- but ammo is heavy to carry, loud, and once you run out- a guns about as useful as tits on a bull.” You shrugged.
Abby, admittedly- liked your logic. If she wasn’t with W.L.F, she’d have little to no access to well maintained firearms, nor bullets to fill them.
“Ha!- I like you wild woman, you’re funny as hell.” manny laughed lightly from his spot riding in front.
You raised an eyebrow, but looked down and rode on.
Abby turned her head slightly as they continued to ride, now in silence as their surroundings enveloped in darkness. headlamps and cranked flashlights lighting the way.
The group truly had no idea how much of an impact this wild woman was going to make. Well, that’s what you get when you bring in a stray.
It was gonna be a long night…
I don’t care if anyone doesn’t like this, I will be making more- 🫡
“Well if you keep fucking talking- yeah, they are.”
Ellie felt herself being pulled along by the cuff of her jacket, and she tugged her wrist away slightly. “And stop touching me, Anderson.”
“Not my fault youre blind, williams” Abby muttered, stepping further and further into the trees. Ellie didn't know what time it was, but she could guess around three AM based on how long their friend group had been drinking.
An early September camping trip wasn't exactly what Ellie had in mind for fall break. She had wanted to bank up all the rest she could get before powering through the rest of her six classes this semester.
It was gonna be the best chance she had of getting her bachelors next spring by overloading her requirements…
But, Dina and Jesse had convinced her to come out to Olympia with ‘a few more people’ as they put it- and camp out for the week. Smoke some weed, drink- and eat whatever half-priced shit they could pack into their coolers- fuck around, have fun.
Ellie would have been able to survive it, at least partially enjoy the nature and pray her back will recover from sleeping in whatever Dina brought for her to sleep in, find at least a little relaxation in the situation.
That was, until the car pulled up to the trailhead- and there stood Abby Anderson with a legitimate backpackers bag, rolled up sleeping bag on top and all- standing with her arms crossed and ready for the five mile hike to their camping spot.
The thing is, they don't even hate each other. Quite the opposite, actually.
The amount of times they've ended up in each others’ beds was quite frankly attrocious for two people who ‘just wanna hook up’.
Each time, they say ‘never again.’ and wash their hands of each other until abbys pressing Ellie against her bedroom door, or Ellie is bending Abby over the sink in the bathroom of whatever frat party their friends dragged them to..
Their friend group was impeccably intertwined, and that wasn't stopping any time soon. they actually manage to get along, despite their bickering- even finding humor in each other at times.
It was more of…a feelings issue.
One that neither of them have enough balls to bring up. They're both horribly non-communicable-but only with each other. Its like all of their emotional maturity flies out the window when the question of ‘what are we?’ Comes up- though, who actually asks the question?
No one, which was kind of the point.
The tension was seeded the moment they started on that hike, leaving their cars at the trailhead and carrying everything they needed, all six of them basically shuffling- slowest in the front, fastest in the back. The two of them had been placed at opposite ends of the line, but everytime Ellie looked back to talk to Dina- the two caught each others eyes- and quickly looked away.
Setting up tents was also not anywhere near ellies expertise.
“Fuckin, poles arent- UGH!” ellie threw her metal tent poles on the ground. “Ellie stop whining- ill help you once I'm finished setting up our tent.” Dina called over as she adjusted her own metal tent poles from inside her tarp.
Abby walked up after completing her own. “Dont worry, I got it.” she said, kneeling down- and waving Ellie over. “If it falls apart, you gotta put it back together yourself.” she muttered. “See, they're labeled. A goes into B, B goes into C, and then when they make a triangle you connect D, E, and F…” she muttered, pulling the canvas over the poles. “Like…that.” she finished- turning to Ellie, who had come to kneel beside her. “you got it?” she asked, flipping her braid to her other shoulder. Ellie nodded, looking away as the sun basically radiated around her dirty blond hair.
“Uh yeah, thanks..” Ellie muttered, taking out her sleeping bag.
Don't even get Ellie started on when Abby started chopping wood for the fire. As everyone built up some rocks for a fire pit- Ellie dragged over a large stone to give at least some type of contribution, just in time to see abbys’ axe fly down to a tree stump and split a log in half- and she hated herself for how much it turned her on.
“This is so fucking stupid..” she muttered to herself as she went back to find another rock- only for her to continuously make eye contact with the woman as her arms swung down the heavy metal, muscles flexing under her pale skin- sweaty in the sunlight..
Abby wasnt spared from the torture either
smoking some pot at four pm to enjoy the afternoon with the group by the river seemed to be a relaxing pass time- while Abby typically enjoyed beer more, she wasn't afraid of watching Ellie use that expert tongue to finish off a blunt and hand it over.
Ellie had much more.. Urban talents, ones that not many respected- but Abby took a great deal in noticing. To her own suffering, Abby would watch Ellie dive into the rivers’ swimming hole in her sports’ bra and boxers- eyes trailing ellies ass from the water as she bent down to collect rocks to make info pendants later when they got home.
Abby felt like she’d witnessed some sort of gift as water rolled down ellies’ tattooed forearm, long- slender fingers flicking a flat rock to skip across the water.
Going on a hike, she watched Ellie stop on the trail multiple times to sketch plants, frogs, the occasional bird- but she also knew in that sketchbook were more than just drawings of nature, some that involved her body in poses only Ellie will ever see..
But the straw that broke the camels back?
Abby left for ten minutes to piss out in the woods. Ten minutes. If she had been at the fire, she would have stopped manny from placing a bunch of river rocks from the water into the blaze. “My boots are wet man, I saw this on life below zero once- you put hot rocks in your boots and they dry your boots out.” he chuckled. “Well hey, look at you Mr. Outdoors man..” Ellie chuckled as they sat around, drinking beer and laughing.
The logic was sound, except for the very important detail that the rocks are supposed to be from dry ground, because if they aren't when you put them in the fire, well..
Abby walked back from using the bathroom- rubbing hand sanitizer into her palms as she sat back down in her camping chair (coincidentally besides Ellie), taking a long sip of her beer as she began to talk with the others.
When she heard a high pitched squeal from the fire- she raised en eyebrow “who put wet wood on the fire? We have dry timber right here.”
“We haven't added any wood..” Nora said.
“Must be the rocks heating up, dry boots- here I come.” manny chuckled, kicking back in his camping hair.
“Wait- you didn't get the rocks from the river did you?”
“Yeah why-”
A loud pop sounded out as the river rocks began to explode. “GET DOWN!” Abby yelled as shards of hot rock flew- the stones popping and exploding one after the other.
“Agh! Fuck!” ellie yelled as a shard hit her arm, and Abby pushed her back out of her chair and down to the ground, laying on top of her as the group shielded themselves from the exploding rocks.
When the popping subsided, Abby lifted herself up “everyone okay??”, and then looked down at Ellie. “You okay? hold on- lemme see.” she said, taking her arm. “Shit- its just a burn Abs, I'm good- your back ok?” she asked, turning Abby slightly by her waist. “Yeah- just got my jacket a couple of times.” Abby muttered, fingers grazing the burn. “Put some hand sanitizer on it.” she said, the two looking into each others eyes “uh-yeah- got it.” Ellie muttered, before Abby was off tearing manny a new one.
“Manny! The fuck were you thinking?!?” Abby yelled, looking back as Ellie took the remaining rocks out of the fire and kicking the shards away, brushing her hair back in the firelight.
They made eye contact.
…fuck.
…
So, here they were, walking out into the middle of the woods, far; far away from their friends because ‘neither of them could sleep’.
They walked in (near) silence, well, as much silence as you can get when you're with Ellie. “Where the hell are you taking us anyway? You better not get us lost.” Ellie muttered under her breath as they walked out. “I think I'm the last person that would get either of us lost- els.” Abby said, turning around at the edge of a clearing.
“Seriously… is your arm okay?” she asked, taking ellies appendage again- and Ellie let out a huff of a laugh. “Its just a burn, it'll scar up in a week..” she muttered, but abbys expression didn't change.
Abbys fingers trailed down ellies forearm, and Ellies voice softened “Abs..im good..” she said, feeling her fingers caress abbys in the dark, the only lamination being the bright moon above the clearing.
“Cant leave my friends alone for five minutes.” Abby joked softly, and Ellie chuckled. “Its manny, what are y’ gonna do?” “fair point...” Abby said, before their voices went quiet again..
Abby felt the familiar pull of ellies fingers hooked on her belt loops- pulling her in- and ellies breath hitched as abbys large palm smoothed against her cheek, holding her face as the two stumbled back against a pine..
“Fuck Els..”
Ellies lips were always chapped against Abbys’. She might have been the more outdoorsy, sportsy one- but Ellie would always be more rugged looking. Abby had a clean, almost minimalistic look, it was just her...
But Ellie was messy, disheveled- in a way that made Abby wanna dig into her and see how much of a mess Ellie could make out of her.
Abby gripped ellies’ waist as her lips pressed over and over against hers, passionate and wanting.
“Missed you..” Abby muttered against her lips, before pulling at ellies’ bottom lip.
Ellies lips curled upward, almost as if the dark could hide her expression “you're so cute Abs..” Ellie said teasingly, before her lips were caught in a hot kiss- abbys tongue intruding ellies lips.
“Mhn-” ellie moaned softly as abbys tumbs stroked ellies’ v-line up and down; wanting to get a taste of everything she hadn't been able to have for a couple of days.
Their kisses were always messy, primal- needy. It was something Abby had to get used to, when they first started hooking up..but now- its all Abby wanted. That desire, the mess- the feeling of sucking on her tongue and hips on hips.
Abby suddenly felt herself behind turned, her back now against the pine tree as Ellies lips trailed down her jaw, sucking slightly into her pale skin. Abbys voice trailed out In a shaky sigh as ellie sucked a hickey behind her ear “asshole- they're gonna see that-”
“I know.” Ellie said, pushing that oh-so sensitive line from being hidden from the world- to exposing what they were for everyone to see. It was maddening, and they both towed it. Because it was risky enough- because it was fun.
Ellie pressed her knee in between Abbys legs, and Abby shuddered softly, holding Ellie tight to her body as her teeth grazed her pulse point. “Fuck…” Ellie grunted as she pulled away, looking into Abbys eyes in the moonlight. “I missed you too..”
Their hands silently explored their bodies- fingers carefully unbuttoning jeans and breaths nearly matched in the uninterrupted silence of the clearing. Water rushed in the river nearby, crickets chirped in the field- a cool September breeze made their heated bodies shiver.
Warm fingertips grazed hotter skin- ellies calloused fingers trailing up under Abbys tank top and sports bra. “Fuck…youre so warm…” Ellie muttered, pulling the fabric up and over Abbys torso, tossing her clothes to the side. Ellies kisses grew iron hot on abbys skin- the cool air brushing across abbys perking buds as her fingers buried themselves in the brunettes hair.
Ellie was drunk on the way abbys chest rose and fell with each kiss- her heels resting back on the ground now that she didn't have to reach for abbys’ neck. Her lips barely grazed her nipple- and abbys breath choked. “Ellie..” she breathed out- and ellies pupils blew.
Her lips and tongue rushed, sucking and nipping at abbys perky little tits with every push and pull of her knee In between abbys legs. Ellie swore she lost all sense of rational thought when she was held against Abbys chest- she wanted Abby to feel her. Wanted her chest to feel sensitive when she had to pretend this never happened tomorrow- wanted Abby to press her thighs together everytime the fabric shifted across her swollen skin.
Abbys head was tipped back against the tree, panting softly as she shamelessly ground back against her knee. “Fuckin hell-” Abby muttered, her head tipping back down- eyes finding ellies- staring at her. Watching, observing. She looked away- but Abby slapped her cheek lightly as her teeth pulled at her breast.
God..abby could stare at those green eyes all fucking night.
“Keep looking at me Ellie.” she stated, hand tightening in her hair. Ellies eyes fluttered as they rolled back, before looking right back at Abby again with a pathetic little whine. “Thats a good girl..” she muttered, pulling ellies head back and pressing her mouth to her other tit- watching Ellie scramble to give it just as much attention, lapping as sucking like she was hungry.
Abby let her left hand trail down, down her pearl Jam T-shirt and just under the hem- letting the pads of her fingers graze her happy trail. Lower and lower.. Ellies head pulled away from her chest. “Fuck…y’ gonna keep teasing me? thought we were past that baby..” Ellie smirked softly, before she let out a soft sigh as abbys fingers slid between her wet folds, index dragging over her cunt painstakingly slow.
“From how wet you are, feels like I've been teasing you a lot longer than I thought..” Abby muttered, and Ellie let out a huff of a laugh as Abbys other hand left her hair, and unbuttoned her jeans.
“Well..we’ll see who's fairing worse when my fingers are..inside your..” Ellie started, but her words tapered as Abby slowly kneeled in front of her
“U-uh Abs?” Ellie started nersously- watching as Abby slid down her jeans and boxers- meeting her eyes as the fabric dropped to her ankles- leaving her puffy clit bare. Ellie covered her mouth with the back of her hand. “Abs-Abby-” Ellie whispered, before she gasped, hand grasping into abbys scalp.
Abbys tongue licked a long, hot stripe up ellies wet pussy- hands holding the outside of her thighs to keep her steady.
Abby couldn't care less if Ellie messed up her braid- let her hair down- left impressions in her skull from gripping it so hard-
all she could think was Ellie Ellie Ellie.
Nose buried in her brown curls as her tongue dug deeper to taste that slick that drove her fucking mad. The smell of her sacarine sweat and pinesmoke and Ellie just flooded her senses- took her over- made her loose her own head.
Abby, always cool and collected and knowledgable and knowing what to do.
Abby, that always led- constantly leading.
Abby, the responsible one.
Abby, that always had to think too hard.
But then she was like this, and she didn't have to think at all. Ellie didn't need Abby to think- didn't need Abby to lead. Ellie just wanted Abby, pure- unadulterated Abby.
“Oh god-” Ellie whispered softly, hips bucking against her mouth- legs already threatening to buckle. Abby nearly smiled, letting her thumb caress her thigh to comfort her. Abbys tongue circled her clit, lips pursing and sucking deeply into her cute little button. Her hand slowly trailed up, collecting ellies’ dripping juices on her fingers, before slowly pressing inside of her.
“Oh fuck..your-fuck!” Ellies hole fluttered around abbys fingers- tightening around the digits as Abby slowly started to thrust them in and out, curling right where Ellie needed them.
Abbys hair started unraveling from its braid as Ellie pulled her hair harder- eyes screwed shut in that cute way Abby knows is displaying her trouble with keeping it together. Abby curled her fingers hard as she sucked her clit firm. Ellie was breathing deeply- nearly gasping.
“Abby-i-i can't-” Ellie whimpered- and Abby pulled away, kissing her pubic area. “You can. A little longer, els..” Abby whispered, before sucking deep into her clit to hear Ellie cry out. Abby was practically holding her up now- trying her best to lap her tongue over and over just the way she learned Ellie liked- feeling her grip in her hair tighten and loosen everytime Abby pulled her fingers out, only to thrust them back in again.
“Abby, I'm close- I'm so fucking close-” Ellie said, voice begging, her husky voice cracking slightly as Abby picked up the pace.
ellies’ head tipped up, the moon casting a shadow on her face as her eyes rolled back. “Oh-oh my god- fuck..fuck! Abby!”
She gasped out, knees buckling and falling against Abby, who was already on one knee to catch her and hold her close as Ellie came; fingers thrusting lazily inside her until her cunt stopped pulsing.
“Okay-thats it..you did good els, so fucking good..” Abby whispered, kissing her temple as Ellie came down in her arms. Ellie let out a shaky sigh, and Abby laughed- gentle and sweet as she realized Ellie was still holding onto her. She leaned back against the pine, holding Ellie against her chest.
Unbothered, badass Ellie Williams..
Sometimes, Abby looked at Ellie in her element- in other environments- around other people, and sometimes she’d be confused. She'd wonder how this person- who knew how to pack a bowl, play bass in a garage band, and punch a neonazi during a pride parade could also be the same person that was in her lap, right now.
Ellie, That begged (albeit terribly) for her to sit on her face, to be in damn tears when she got to ahead of herself and slapped Abbys cheek during a rough hookup (Even though Abby really did like it- but Ellie didn’t need to know that)-
The Ellie Williams that whispered the best compliments and praises that abby had ever heard in those small periods of silence after sex, the ones that truly made both of their hearts beat the loudest..
Ellie was just..so layered, so complicated, so chaotic and so fucking imperfectly perfect.
Abby watched as Ellie’s breathing calmed, before her eyes opened again- her raspy, flirty tone returning. “You look pretty with your hair down..” she muttered, fingers brushing through it.
Abby smiled softly, leaning into her palm unintentionally. “Thanks…” she said, her eyes slowly trailing up as Ellie kicked her loose jeans and boxers off- converse still on despite her naked bottom half.
When Ellie turned back, her eyes met Abbys- watching blue suddenly look away. “Abs..” Ellie whispered, waiting for Abby’s eyes to look into hers again.
“I…” Abby started, but her eyes finally found green again. The both of them looked into each others eyes..before Ellie leaned in, and pressed a slow- soft kiss to her lips..
When she pulled away, Abby suddenly gripped onto Ellie’s shirt- and pulled her back in…but..her kisses continued to be tender, unhurried…
Ellie cupped her face, thumbs smoothing over Abby’s flushed cheeks as they sighed- breathing deep, touches loving..
They both knew that once this was over, it’d start all over again. They knew there wasn’t really any great risk- any horrible end if they both came out with their feelings. But neither of them could admit it, neither of them could admit the cold hard truth that neither of them were sleeping-nor wanting- of anyone else.
All Abby could think about during those late nights in her bed was how Ellie was the only one that could fit the space..make those days and nights warm..
and All Ellie could picture was how nice it would be- to have mid-morning coffee, lazily dancing to R&B in what Ellie could imagine was their shared kitchen. Maybe one day, a little cabin in Montana or Colorado- maybe a life after college. Maybe…
Just, maybe…
They so desperately loved and longed for each other- but neither of them could take the jump, make the push-
Because what if push came to shove?
What if it didn’t work out?
What Abby destroyed something good for asking too much?
And what if Ellie wasn’t what abby wanted, what if she left? Left her alone?
she couldn’t be left alone again..
“Ellie..” Abby whispered, leaning forward to meet her lips when Ellie pulled away for merely a second, only for the two of them to fall back into the grass.
“Abby-oof!” Ellie sounded out as her back hit the ground, looking up at her.. the night stars, the moonlight against her blue eyes- that look on her face as her hair fell past her shoulders.
“Fuck..you’re beautiful…” Ellie whispered, letting the words float in silence- because she simply couldn’t let this one go. She couldn’t possibly not say it- knowing how absolutely breathtaking she was right now.
Ellie could only think that she could never have this woman, not truly..but she had her tonight- and she could live with it, she could live with it if Abby kept looking at her like that.
Like Abby was Ellie’s…and Ellie was Abby’s.
Ellie flipped Abby over, looking over her as her hair spilled out like a halo onto the grass. Abby could hardly speak- no matter how much she didn’t want to admit it to herself.
“Can I..” Ellie asked softly, directing her eyes down to Abby’s hiking pants- and Abby nodded, watching as Ellie slowly tugged down her pants, biting her lip as she saw Abby’s sage green boy shorts.
“You..kept the ones I bought ya…”
“Yeah..they’re uh- soft.” Abby stated, glancing away - trying to pretend as if they weren’t her favorite pair.
Ellie smiled, not that usual cocky smile she always had though..it was soft, more genuinely happy.
Ellie slowly traced the bump in her panties- and abby shivered as Ellie’s other hand removed the pants over her hiking boots. She carefully spread her legs, fingers ghosting over the hem of that soft green fabric.
“Just- just take em off Ellie..” Abby whispered, her clit basically aching for stimulation. “You’re starting to sound desperate…I finally crack you?” Ellie asked, husky voice teasing. Abby rolled her eyes with a smile. “I think you’re forgetting who came first..” she said, and Ellie paused. “Damn..got me there.” She smiled, pulling down her panties and tossing them elsewhere.
Abby could swallow the tension between them, looking up at her. Abby always had such a neutral expression- almost an angry pout. Ellie used to call it her ‘resting bitch face’- which she very much so had- but she stopped using the term.
Ellie wasn’t always the most… socially aware person- but despite what people think, she has amazing attention to detail. When she notices Abby would simply look away instead of giving her usual quips right back, she looked away.
Ellie stopped using it immediately, and Abby could tell. Those gentle grazes past her- a firm but flighty grip on the hip was enough of a ‘sorry’ to make Abby smile. Because Ellie knew-Ellie always knew.
Ellie looked down, and slowly spread her legs a little firmer- her core aching as she looked down to her fully naked body..Ellie stripped off her Pearl Jam shirt, leaving her in her sports bra. “Take that off-“abby barely got out- and Ellie obeyed. Obeyed like a god damn dog..
…
So here they were, fully naked, out in the open- the cool wind blowing by as the two of them just looked between them. They shivered a little, Ellie letting out a shaky breath. Her clit was aching for her.
..Abby wasn’t much better.
She looked over Ellie’s body, eyes trailing over toned muscles- how her hands found place on her hips. Even Abby knew that Ellie was frozen like a deer in the headlights…and Abby truly wasn’t much better. She was soaked, cunt begging for some attention as Ellie’s was.
“Ellie…” Abby whispered, eyes glassy and lips swollen. It was like Ellie snapped right back to reality, and her eyes ran down her body, those pretty tits, toned abs- a little bit of fat on her stomach that Ellie could just drool over…and her large clit- literally pulsing.
She could stroke it with two fingers if she wanted..and she’s done it before- under a diner table after a heated argument about the way Ellie drove.
“It’s literally a switch, Williams- using a turn signal to go into a neighborhood is literally what the-the turn..the turn signal w-was meant..oh..sh-it..”Abby’s voice trembled off as Ellie stroked her clit slow and hard under the table.
“I use my turn signal..but there was so one coming at that moment…plus, I think incoming traffic isnt the main thing I’m focused on cumming right now..” she muttered, other hand carrying a fork of pancakes to Abby’s mouth.
Ellie bit her lip at the thought as her fingers slowly teased her clit. “Fuck- Ellie, please- I need…” abby whispered, large hands gripping into the fat of Ellie’s hips.. “want me against you abs..?” Ellie asked, to which abby nodded furiously. Abby never begged- but this tension, this need, this hold-off.
“If I don’t feel your fucking cunt against mine in five seconds I’m gonna pin you down and fuck you myself.” Abby grunted, to which Ellie threaded her legs over and under hers, and tipped her head forward- letting her saliva drip onto Abby’s waiting clit.
“Ellie-“
“Abby..” Ellie whispered gently, before sitting forward, and letting out a deep sigh as they pressed against each other, Abby bucking immediately into her wet warmth. “Hold on baby, lemme do this for you..” Ellie muttered, on hand on her hip, the other threading into Abby’s.
The roll of her hips was agonizing, the slick sounds of their combined bodies almost teasing in Ellie’s slow movements. Abby moaned out loudly for her- and Ellie’s eyes widdened, before she picked up the pace.
“Fuck you feel so damn good abs…” Ellie panted as their hips pulled back and rammed back into each other- panting hard, needing more. Abby gripped and moved Ellie’s hips with that stupid super-human strength that turned Ellie on so fucking much.
“You’re so wet..” Abby whispered- head tipping back against the grass. “Harder- harder.” Abby demanded breathily- feeling her clit graze Ellie’s entrance. “Fuck!” She choked- her eyes already welling with tears.
“I wanna be inside you so bad..” Abby whispered, nearly in tears as she bucked up- clit tribbing against Ellie’s with delicious friction. She haddnt even realized she said it, until Ellie moved her body upwards- and sat on her clit.
It was an awkward set up, but Abby practically lifted Ellie up with her hip thrusts- expertly practiced in the gym. “Holy shit-“ Ellie gasped, leg wrapping around hers as they continued to grind- Ellie found solace in Abby’s semi-smooth pubic area, rutting against it like a bitch in heat…cuz she kind of was.
“Fuck!” Abby groaned, her clit shallow in Ellie’s warm entrance, but the slight feeling of her cunt pulsing was taking her down mentally- pathetically rutting up into Ellie, grinding and fucking into her like she never would again.
“Fuck- you’re fucking perfect els- you’re fucking perfect-“ Abby gasped- and Ellie looked down at her expressions. “Come on abs, that’s fucking right- good fucking girl-“ Ellie grunted, feeling that familiar bloom in her stomach. “Fuck me like you mean it baby- fuck me- like- shit, oh-oh shit!” Ellie whispered.
Abby’s whines and moans grew louder with each passing second. Thank fuck they moved so far out. “Ellie..Ellie- I’m-“ Abby moaned, looking up at Ellie’s fucked out expression.
“Kiss me els, fucking kiss me-“ Abby didn’t have to wait a second, Ellie’s lips messily colliding with hers as their breathing quickened.
Abby held onto Ellie’s hand, fingernails gripping into her skin as her orgasm hit her- the blinding feeling of it making her back arch off the ground with a gutteral, almost primal moan as she squirted against Ellie’s body. An act that Ellie shamelessly got off to.
“That’s it, give it to me Abby- FUCK!” She screamed, cumming on her clit as she reached her peak, calling her name, and grinding on her a few more times as Abby’s wet release made their slowing grinds slicker.
Ellie rolled off of Abby, the both of them collapsing into the grass as their heavy pants practically echoed between them. Ellie looked up to the star-lit sky- and back to Abby…
Abby felt a touch against her pinky finger, Ellie’s finger beside hers. Touching…
Reaching out.
Abby clasped their hands together, and her head turned towards Ellie’s
The two silently looked between each other, almost searching for the answers on their faces- hoping they’d find it without the trouble and torture of words.
Ellie’s heart beat even faster, eyes hopeful- body and mind wanting.
Abbys other hand reached out as her body turned to her side, and she cupped Ellies’ cheek.
“No one…makes me feel the way you do…you know that, right?” She whispered, a seamless confession- towing on the line- the line they so horribly drew themselves.
Ellie leaned into it, and she let out a soft huff of a laugh as a tear gathered in the corner of her eye. “If only you’d let me..” she said..
By morning, Vi meant twelve in the afternoon- nursing an unfortunate hangover and quietly anguishing the look on your face when she looked down at you…
God she was sick.
When she found the will to get out of bed around one, she pounded some Tylenol and an instant coffee from the hotel rooms Keurig- more so in a daze as she replayed the previous night over, and over, and over again.
It’s not like she could sleep- she just…laid there. The entire night.
Like a pussy. Like a coward.
She could have gone over. Could have knocked on the door and apologized, or told you that you didn’t actually love her- that it was just a phase, a lapse in judgment, something to fill the silence that came after you left her room…
But she didn’t.
Of course coach planned an afternoon conditioning- because why the fuck not?
The walk to the nearby park was even worse. Vi couldn’t see you- and she wasn’t sure if she could face you. She looked like shit, which was pretty on par with how she felt too.
Standing in formation, she glanced over to Gert, who was looking down at her feet, actively sweating- fidgeting with her hands.
Vi raised an eyebrow, wondering if she was either hungover and trying not to puke like the rest of them- or if something was bothering her.
Vis head turned as their coach droned on about the importance of this last game, when vi glanced beside her again, she met Gerts eyes- only for hers to dart away.
Vi knew something was up.
She leaned to the side a little. “You..okay?”
Gert nodded a little “uh-yeah- yeah it’s- I’m fine.” She muttered.
Vi’s eyes looked ahead of her again. Something was definitely up. She might not have cared to know much about her teammates- but she knew them well enough to know when one of them wasn’t acting right.
“No, you’re not. You sick or somethin?” She sighed out, more so annoyed than curious.
“….”
“Well?” Vi stated, still looking ahead
“She..she didn’t come back to our room last night.”
“Uh..who?” Vi said, the cogs turning in her head…
Vi’s head whipped to the side to face Gert as she put the pieces together, eyes wide with a mixed expression of fear and anger.
“… the fuck did you just say?” She stated, tone quiet, but in severe warning.
“I..haven’t seen her since- since last night. Her dress is on our rooms floor b-but she isn’t back.”
Vi immediately took Gerts wrist, and dragged her out of formation.
“Lanes! We need you for this drill!” Coach yelled out.
“I need a minute!!” Vi yelled back, taking Gert a couple yards away.
When they stopped, vi turned around “where is she??”
“I just told you I don’t know!” She whispered harshly. “I thought she went and slept in someone else’s room I- I didn’t think anything of it.”
“So she’s not here?”
“..no.”
Vi paused, eyes wide as she looked around- hoping you were in the crowd somewhere, hoping Gert was just wrong…but she didn’t see you. Anywhere. she turned back to Gert.
“Well?! When did you last see her?” Vi asked exasperatedly.
“At the bar-what about you?”
“She made it back to the hotel. We went together.” Vi stated, palm cupping over her mouth as she tried to think about where you could possibly be- regret and fear playing over in her mind.
The two continued to harshly whisper to each other, Vi becoming more and more distressed.
“Well? Call her!” Vi said.
“Don’t you think I tried that already?!” Gert snapped.
“We’ll call her again, text her- hell email her if you have to-“
“Wait- Why were you two even together in the first place??”
Vi paused.
“I-she- she was drunk, had to take her back before some prick got a hold of her.”
“Why in the world would she leave then??” Gert asked, mostly to herself-but vi could feel the weight on her shoulders bearing down, crushing her.
“I-we got into a fight, like..like we usually do she left my room and then-“
“Why was she in your room??”
“Does it fucking matter? The point is that we have to find her!” Vi snapped loudly.
“Find who?” Jules asked, walking up- slightly sweaty from her drills.
Vi and Gert looked between each other, panic laced in their expressions as Jules raised an eyebrow.
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“ffffuuuucck, holy fuck guys- we’re.so.fucked.” Jules groaned as they all paced you and Gerts’ hotel room, looking over your things in a way to piece together where the fuck you had gone.
“Shut up! And stop touching shit! I’m trying to figure out what happened here..” Gert muttered, hands on her hips as she looked over your messily scattered items.
“You’re not a fucking detective Gert…and you probably shouldn’t go through her shit. What if you find a dildo or somethin.” Jules huffed, falling back on one of the crappy lounge chairs in the corner of the hotel room as Gert riffled through your duffle bag.
Gert rolled her eyes “we’ve shared a room all fucking season, if she had a sex toy- I’d know about it. It’s not like any of us are getting laid around here anyway..” she muttered, much to Vi’s discomfort.
Vi’s teeth ground together in silent agony- knowing if she had just apologized, done something- said something, anything- you’d be safe- and okay- and you probably would hate her but you’d be safe.
You hated her, of course you fucking hated her. Since the beginning- even if your orgasmic words played through her mind like a broken record- heart pounding everytime the words ‘I love you’ popped into her head..
If only vi wasn’t such a fuck up..
“Okay. She’s had the same wardrobe this entire tour. The only things missing are some of her conditioning gear and her phone- and her headphones too..” she muttered.
“Okay, so she’s just..conditioning.”
“For over 12 hours??”
“I…ugh! Janna’s sake, She’s never been gone this long before..what if..what if something happened to her-“
“-Don’t you dare say that. Don’t you fucking say it.” Vi suddenly snapped, voice filled with distraught as she walked in a few circles, hands on her hips.
Gert and Jules looked between each other, then to Vi’s turned back as she ran her hands through her short hair, taking a deep breath.
“Try calling her again.”
“Vi, we already tried-“
“Just try it again!” She said, taking Gerts phone from her hand and trying to unlock it.
“Ugh!” Vi yelled out in frustration throwing it at Jules.
“What the fuck?!” Jules yelled.
“Vi- you need to calm the hell down-“
“I’m going to find her.” Vi said.
“Coach needs us back on the field-we’re late enough as it is-“
“So you’re gonna go back onto the field knowing one of our own is fucking missing??” Vi laughed in bewilderment.
“Vi, why do you care so much?” Gert asked
A pregnant pause filled the air, vi walked to the door.
“Of you’re not gonna at least try to do something, I will.” Vi stated, slamming the door behind her.
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Your body felt like it was on fire.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Your sneakered’ feet hit the dirt with every drill you ran, touching a tree from one side of the rec center to the other.
Your shirt was sweaty, your heels ached every time you lifted them from the ground. Kicking a shitty ball around, doing drills.
Back and forth, back and forth.
It was funny, to be honest.
You weren’t sure why you were reacting so..dramatic? Scared? You were avoiding a woman that you knew inside and out- you knew who she was, and she wasn’t even scary.
You cringed every time you went back on it…fleeing and sputtering away. that wasn’t you.
you weren’t a coward.
But you still wondered why you said it..
Well, you knew why you said it. You, after all, weren’t a coward.
You fell for her.
You fell for her hard and you damn well knew it.
More so..why you said it then, in that moment- and why the hell were you avoiding it now?
You decided after hour five it was that smile she gave you, sitting on a park bench as you made it through the early morning, watching the sun go up.
It was that smile. The way she looked down at you, face cocky, but not in the way that usually annoyed you. Vi had depth in her expressions, and you knew she was looking down at you with so much..more.
You just thought she…might have felt that same.
You checked your phone again as you took a deep sip from the public water fountain, praying you don’t get a cold sore (or tetanus) from the rusty fuck. You scoffed. If anything, vi was a coward. Not one text, not one call.
While your friends had been messaging you constantly, vi was absent…now that was fucking cowardice..
The worst part wasn’t even anything about your feelings- your feelings didn’t matter. If you and Vi weren’t on your A-game, the team would be out of sorts against Piltover. You needed a win, you needed this championship, and you needed the front and center position on the team…it was just like when you started.
You knew things would be different now, but you, quite frankly, didn’t have time for it….you needed to go back, practice with your team. Get shit done, be ready….
You had to face it eventually..
…
Maybe just a little bit longer.
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Vi had been searching for hours. It was Five PM before she realized just how bad she’d messed up. She knew she messed up of course- but the guilt and worry that something had happened to you was tearing her apart.
What’s worse? Coach found out you were missing- and as soon as she figured out the cause, Vi was benched.
“This is the last damn straw with you Lanes! All season you have been nothing but angry, irresponsible, and just…shitty- and that’s me saying it. You were doing so. Damn. Good Vi, what the hell happened??”
Vi held her phone to her ear, voice quiet
“M’ sorry coach..” she whispered, rubbing her eyes furiously.
Vi..actually cared about her coaches input. Honestly, she was the only reason vi had gotten on the team in the first place. When she came in late- coach took a chance on her. It’s not like Vi had many positive female role models in her life..and despite her exterior- being benched meant that it was likely she wouldn’t be welcome back on the team next semester…
Her grades were shit, her attitude was shit..she was shit. She made her bed, and now she had to lie in it.
“You better hope and pray that she isn’t hurt- I mean- Jesus Vi, I don’t have a family to call if she goes missing. No one”. Coach stated, and Vi’s voice broke a little.
“I- I know..I’m looking-“
“If she’s not back by 3 AM, I gotta report this to the cops- okay? I mean, vi- do you understand how bad this is??” Coach sighed, and vi could imagine her punching the bridge of her nose.
“I’ll get her back. I promise..I’ll never say a word to her again.”
“Not before an apology you won’t.”
She heard the line end, and Vi sat on a rock in the park where this whole mess started, it had started to get cloudy as the afternoon turned to evening. Vi curled up, forehead on her knees as she let the phone slip into the grass- knowing her soccer career, scholarship- and everything with it was probably gonna be gone before the season ended. Including you…yeah, she was kinda spiraling.
She wanted to be angry at you- wanted to reserve herself to that familiar rage she felt a month ago. She wanted to hate you again..but all she could think about was how much you might hate her. And how much that thought hurt her.
You weren’t a runner, you were a fighter- Vi knew you. You? Running? It really hammered home just how bad she messed up…she didn’t know why she didn’t say it back. She just froze…
Well, It wasn’t like anything could get any worse..right?
…
..she should have just kicked herself down when she had the chance.
She sighed as she heard the crunch of gravel under feet getting louder with each step. She knew from their shoes that Gert and Jules were standing in front of her. she really didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, much less apologize for being a little bitch earlier (which was heavily unlikely to happen anyway) because- let’s be honest- it’s Vi.
Gerts’ hands rested on her hips as she looked down to Vi.
“What happened last night?”
Vi’s eyes widdened as she felt a cold pang of anxiety strike her- looking down at the ground between her knees.
“I’m not..in the mood to talk right now guys.”
“Something happened between you and her last night, and you know it.”
Vi looked up, heart rate spiking.
“What are you talking about..?”
“You’ve been acting weird since yesterday. Hella weird.” Jules added, standing beside Gert.
“I…I don’t know-“
“Oh- you fucking know.” Jules replied, walking up besides Gert.
“You’ve been acting guilty as hell since all this shit started. Not giving details- being gone for hours at a time-“
Vi’s face paled, she felt sick at the implication.
“what.did.you.do.”Gert yelled down at her. Vi’s breath picked up, heart beating faster.
“I didn’t do anything- why the fuck are you treating me like I’m some type of suspect?!” vi said, voice cracking as she buried her face in her hands.
“Because you said that you got into a fight- and after that fight she left- or-or who knows! Maybe you…you did something-“
“I didnt do shit!” Vi yelled, voice desperate and hoarse as she stood up, the exhaustion in her tone clear. She was breaking.
“Then why would she leave vi?? What’d you do?!Get madder than you always do- you probably lost control-“
“No!-“
“You fucking hit her, didn’t you!”
“-I would never lay a god damn hand on her-“ voice raising, singed with despair-
“-Because YOU hate her fucking guts-“
“I FUCKING LOVE HER!”
Vi screamed, her voice echoing across the field- a small flock of birds fleeing from the trees at the disturbance..
The air was practically still, the scent of moisture nearing as the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance…
“I wouldn’t…ever…fucking hit her…” she started, looking between the two of them.
Vi wiped her eyes, and laughed a little at the insanity of it all “I think you guys would know better than anyone that she’d beat my ass if I pulled that shit..” she whispered, before sitting back on the rock she was previously sat on.
Jules and Gert simply stood there, a little too shocked by Vi’s behavior- particularly that she was crying. Vi never cried- and if she did, it was only in silence.
Vi wanted that statement alone to be enough, but if they were your friends? they wouldn’t stop until they knew you were okay, and Vi knew that.
“…we’ve been sleeping together for weeks…but I don’t know where she is…and I’m so…so fucking scared something happened to her……i fucking…i love her..” She cried softly, looking back down at the dirt and gravel once again as rain started to fall.
“…holy shit.”
You had 5 missed calls from Vi.
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“Hey my girl, what’s up?”
“Vander..”
“Vi? You don’t sound good..What’s wrong, did you get hurt? Did the team-“
“I messed up, dad.” Vi whispered into the phone.
“I’m benched. I’m off the team.”
There was some silence on the end of the line..
“Do you wanna talk-“
“I fucked up okay?!” She yelled, hand tugging at her hair. “I fucked up- bad. I’m not gonna be playing the championship- and I’m not gonna be on the team anymore after the season is over. It’s..it’s over.” She stated, letting out a shaky sigh.
“ I just…I wanna go home.” She whispered.
“Vi..I’m not saying you shouldn’t be upset, but if you put all this work into getting into these championships- you need to see it through, even if you’re not playing.” Vander stated softly.
“You’re my girl, and you’re not a quitter. I know you aren’t.” He said, and vi let out a soft cry.
“I need a plane ticket. Something.” Vi pleaded. “I can’t ride over twelve hours in that bus again…I can’t.” She said, and Vander sighed.
“Vi…what is this really about?”
Vi paused, before she let out a shaky sigh. “I just…want to go home…please.”
“Is it really that bad?.” Vander muttered, more to himself though- because vi didn’t back out of anything. Becuase, well, it was Vi.
But you had changed her, it was like to took her and broke her mold, only to reform her into a version of herself that couldn’t handle the life she was living. The pressure was overwhelming.
“I’ll try to find one for tonight.”
“I’ll work it off in the shop..I promise.”
“Just focus on getting home, I’ll be waiting for you at the airport, okay?”
“…okay…”
“No matter what you do, you will always be welcome home.” He said, and vi nodded, even if she didn’t say anything.
“Bye V-…bye dad.”
“Bye Vi..”
Vi hung up the line as she walked into her hotel room- packing her things in silence as Jules quietly watched from her bed.
“Where..are you going?”
“Home.”
“But..the championship-“
“I’m benched.”
“What?? Why would coach-“
“Jules.” Vi stated, staring at her with red eyes and an angry expression.
“But…what if-“
Vi grabbed her duffle- and opened the door.
“What am I gonna tell her when she realizes you’re gone?” Jules finally asked, almost an attempt to get her to stay- because everyone knew that if you abandoned your team, you couldn’t turn back.
Vi paused. She wanted to ask if Jules meant coach, but she knew that it was you she was referring to.
“Tell her that she..deserves front and center…and..that I would have said it back…” She said-before the hotel door was behind her. Getting a cheap taxi was probably the hardest part of this, she spent most of her money partying- but, to be fair- she didn’t think she’d be cowering back home.
But…here she was.
She sat past security- waiting for Vanders call- waiting for the time ticket and gate number.
She got your call first.
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When it started raining, you made your way back. To your hotel, to the relief of the team.
“Girl, don’t you ever do that shit again! Where the hell have you been?!” Gert asked, and you shrugged “conditioning.”
“Con- oh my fucking god- im getting coach.” Gert rolled her eyes, and walking off, you looked around the hall. “Hey….where’s vi? I need to talk to her.”
“Oh, shit…um..”
You raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Didn’t you see the group chat? She left girl.”
Your eyes widdened.
“Left??? The hell do you mean ‘left’?”
Jules came out of her room after reading the text that you had come back.
“Coach benched her when she found out your guys’ fight made you uh..run away.”
“Well, she’s coming back, right?? Coach would never actually bench her- she’s our best player.” You laughed nervously.
“No, coach was dead serious- I heard her talking with the board about her behavior….i gotta go.” Gert said, quickly running down the hall.
“Wait-wha?”
“Vi said something about catching a plane, she’s going home man.” Jules said, and you whipped your head around.
“She’s…what.” You stated angrily.
“She’s going AWOL…I know, I was surprised as you ar-“
“Oh that fucking bitch! So fucking selfish- that redheaded cunt just abandoned us?!” You yelled, still in your sweaty conditioning clothes as you stormed down the hall.
“Wait!! She wanted me to tell you something.” Jules said, and you turned around.
“What?!”
“She…she told me that you deserved the center front position..”
Your expression softened.
“And…”
“And what??” You asked.
“She said that ‘she would have said it back.’” Jules stated.
“She told me and Gert that she loved you…and I think she meant I-“
You take down the hall, phone in hand as you dial her number.
Vi looks at her phone, and freezes- she’s still so long it goes to voicemail. She stumbles and hesitates over and over to answer the call- by the third call- you’re pissed.
“H-hell-“
“VIOLET LANES, ARE YOU AT THE FUCKING AIRPORT RIGHT NOW?!” You screamed
Vi froze, an unintentional smile gracing her lips as she heard your voice, she swore her body physically slumped in relief to hear it.
The relief, unfortunately- did not last for long.
“Yeah..” She said, voice small.
She heard a car door slam, and you yelling the words “DRIVE” as the phone shuffled back to your ear.
“I am gonna beat. Your. Ass. When I find you Lanes-
You don’t go fucking AWOL and abandon your god damn team after coach yells at you. You fucked up, and now you gotta deal with it like the rest of us do. You think I’ve never been benched before?!” You start, and vi shuddered over your words as she tried to find some sort of explaination or excuse. God you were terrifying..why did she like it?
“And THEN!-you told Gert and Jules that I ‘deserved’ front and center all dramatic like you’re a god damn soap actress? I might be dramatic but at least I can admit it! I’m beating you for front and center, no matter if you’re on the field for that championship or not!” You yelled into the phone.
“I-I-“
“AND LASTLY..I’m..fuck- hold on I gotta get out of the damn car, where are you?”
“In terminal 5…”
“Seriously?? I gotta go through airport security to drag your fine ass back to coach just to beg her to keep you on the team after this stunt? I gotta take off my shoes vi!” You grunted, to which vi imagined you were actively getting checked in through security, shoes in the plastic bin and all.
Vi slowly smiled, and laughed, tears dripping down her cheeks as she stood up, and started running
“You will NOT be laughing when I have you in a choke hold in a few seconds.” You stated, putting your sneakers back on and only getting a few steps before you saw her, phone still against her ear.
“And lastly…” you pant, your hand dropping to your side. “You don’t get to tell my friends that you love me..without telling me fir-“ you were interrupted by vi kissing you, hands cupping your face as she pulled you in. You kiss her back, holding her by her hips as she slowly pulled away, forehead on yours.
“You’re so dramatic..” you smile softly.
“You were gone for twelve plus hours..I get to be dramatic.”
“..touché.”
“I’m…im sorry.” Vi whispered.
“I am too...” You replied, holding her hand over your cheek.
“And I…really, really wanna have an emotional reunion and all that jazz, but if we don’t get back immediately I think coach will literally track us down and rip our heads off personally.” You said, and vi cursed.
“Shit- yeah- let’s go.”
They ran out of the airport, got into the taxi, and started the drive back to the hotel.
“…we’re in so much trouble, aren’t we?” Vi says.
“Oh yeah- like- really big trouble”. You state, leaning on her shoulder.
“But we got ourselves into this mess..let’s see if we can get out dumbasses out of it.”
…
A hell of a lecture was given to the both of you as you sat on the shitty chairs in your coaches’ hotel room. “I just- I can’t believe either of you!” She said, pacing back and forth. “I mean- I just-“ you nervously took Vi’s hand, and she held onto yours.
“I just don’t understand what possesses the both of you to just take off and not talk to me- I am the responsible adult here, do you know how bad it reflects on me when you don’t even give me the respect of telling me where you’re going? We’re a team! A tea-“ she said, turning around and looking between you two, specifically at your clasped hands.
“….You gotta be kidding me.”
“Wish we were, coach..” Vi muttered.
Her face grew red with anger, before she took a deep sigh. “Of course it’s a fucking lovers quarrel…
Okay. We still have a final to play…and I have no idea what to do with you two. We play tomorrow night, guys.” She said, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Due to the both of you’s actions within the past twenty-four hours- both of you are suspended from the team.”
The both of you were silent as she walked around your chairs. Vi could see (and feel) your knuckles going white against her hand.
“But..because the both have you have been essential to the team this entire championship- I am allowing the both of you one more day before your suspension takes place.” She said, and the both of you let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you coa-“
“Do not thank me yet, lanes.” Coach said, sitting on her bed in front of the two of you.
“The suspension will require the two of you to go individually in front of the board of sports directors and plead your case to stay on the team- that meeting will occur as soon as we get back. I hope they they will vote in your favor, but the both of you need to realize that your actions don’t just affect you- or your..relationship- or whatever it is..
We are a team, we communicate, act, and represent each other as a team- and the both of you can have your petty arguments and rivalries, but no matter what- we are a team. You both need to act like it…I suggest you start creating professionally worded essays immediately.” She stated, brushing her hair back.
“Now please leave my room and get cleaned up- get ready for the game tomorrow..and be at warm ups early.” She stated, hand out towards the door. The both of you left immediately. The moment the door closed, vi was on you, kissing you sweetly as the both of you fell against the hallway wall.
“Thank you, thank you thank you thank you..I’m so fuckin stupid- thank you..” vi whispered as she kissed your lips and face over and over.
“Vi- pfft- vi stooop..” you smile, pulling her in to kiss you. “I told you…I’m gonna beat you for that position fair and square..” you teased against her lips, eyes closed.
“You think we’re even qualified after the suspension?” Vi asked leaning to kiss at your jawline, you gasp, then chuckle- head leaning back against the hallway wall. “Hope so..if we can convince the board..” you mutter, humming softly as you open your eyes to look at her. “Now for fucks’ sake, take me to your room and-“
“Uhhh…”
The both of you whip your head around to find nearly half your team only a couple feet away, plastic cups in their hands- presumably from listening in on the two of you’s lecture.
“Holy shit..” Jules said, and Gert turned to her.“Bitch, we were the first people to know!”
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You sighed as you stepped into the hot water of the shower, happy to have your body rinsed of the dirt and sweat you had collected through your twelve hour drill- feeling the weight of the day and night finally leave your shoulders as you realized just how exhausted you were.
There was a soft knock, and the door opened. “Mind if I join?” Vi’s voice echoed off the tile walls, and you smiled tiredly. “You really don’t know when to leave me alone, do you?” You chuckled.
“Can’t help it- used to seeing your pretty face all the time.”
“Stop flirting with me and wash my hair already.” You retort as vi stripped her clothes and stepped into the hotel shower with you.
Jules and Gert had made the collective decision to give you and Vi a room to yourselves for a night- which was desperately needed to express the affection both of you had been hiding.
Vi gingerly scrubbed your scalp, and you sighed. “Reminds me of when you did this a couple weeks ago..”
“You liked that?”
“Actually, yeah- didn’t realize how nice showering was until I had someone to do it with me.” You chuckled, leaning back against her chest..
Vi laughed a little. “Funny…”
“What?”
“That’s when I realized I liked you.” Vi smiled softly.
You sighed. “For Janna’s sake..”
Vi chuckled “what??”
“You always gotta say the best things, you fuckin sap.”
“I am not a sap!” Vi chuckled, rising your hair and massaging your conditioner in as well.
“Mm..i think I made you a sap.” You yawned, and vi smiled, kissing your temple as she began to wash your body, hands massaging your back gently.
“I’m so tired…” you muttered. Vi chuckled “then let’s finish up and get you to sleep..” she said gently, turning you around.
“You..call Vander back about the plane ticket?” You asked gently, and she chuckled.
“He told me he never bought one..said he knew I’d change my mind..” she sighed. “He knows me a little too well…” she muttered.
“Well…you’re his daughter, of course he knows you.”
Vi paused as you turned off the water spout, reaching out for the towels hanging on the hanger.
“Yeah…guess you’re right.”
The tv played forensic files in the background as you laid in bed- watching vi come out in her boxers and her tank top as she climbed up the bed to you. You blushed slightly at the indent in the fabric from her pierced nipples.
“Mm…hi…” you said, bringing her close as she slipped under the covers with you. “Hey…” she muttered, hands trailing up and down your torso. You smiled, hands threading into her hair.
“You think we’ll be able to actually win this..?” You asked softly. Vi looked up at you, and she smiled. “Of course…” she responded, reaching up and playing with your hair. You sighed, voice tinged with anxiety as you realized just how big this was..what winning this meant.
“What if..everything changes after this? If we win this- hell, even if we don’t win this- better schools, better opportunities are gonna be up our asses..”
“Ain’t that..what you wanted?” Vi responded, looking into your eyes. You shrugged “well..yeah, but- I never had a reason to..stay. Nothing really..kept me here.” You said quietly.
“Aw…cuz you have me now?” Vi asked, and you rolled your eyes “not just you, lanes- don’t flatter yourself.” Vi snorted “pfft- offended.” She muttered, kissing your collarbones gently.
“Fine fine- yes, definitely you…but..I didn’t think anyone in the team would really care about..me? I guess?”
“What?? Half these people are your friends- what the hell are you talking about??” Vi chuckled.
“Well yeah..but I thought it was because I played good..they were actually worried that I was gone. Didn’t think it would matter all that much…I didn’t even think about it. It just seemed like I was there..and that was it.” You muttered, hands in Vi’s red hair.
Vi lifted her head up. “Sweetheart…we’re all friends here, even if we aren’t close. A team is not just..a group of coworkers. There’s a lack of individuality that makes us experience every win, loss, conditioning- everything..together.” She started.
“Jeez vi..didn’t think you were all-“
“Competent in what playing for a team is like? I may suck ass at it but it doesn’t mean I don’t a knowledge it…we’re all worth something individually in this team. We have chemistry, like..you and me- just uh, not sexually. Or romantically. Though- I did see that Nikan and Haelic are getting pretty close..”
“No!” You said, smile on your face
“Yes! I’m serious! They were totally eye fucking each other in the lobby.” Vi chuckled, then sighed.
“You matter. To all of us. But if a big fat-cat rich ass team comes along and sweeps you off your feet…I’ll support you.” She said, finally crawling up to lean in to a kiss with you.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah baby..”
Her hoarse voice muttered as she finally kissed your lips.
“Now go to bed.” She finally told you, laying next to you and holding you close to her chest- breathing slowing as she got comfortable. You rested against her warm skin limbs tangling as you muttered “I love you violet…”
…
“I love you too.”
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(Smut time- feed you whores)
The cheers were loud and aggressive in the stands, the game only a couple hours from starting- and the field was covered in performers and interactive games for the fans in the stands- the parking lot had plenty of people pregaming for the event…god- was college soccer that much of a big deal?? You doubted- yet here you were.
Though many from your school were far too poor to travel across the country to your final game- there was a large electronic board dedicated to recording the reactions of schoolmates and loved ones’ from home- a pre-organized effort from your coach.
If you had had a family- you would have been insanely grateful. Your team was your family though, and they were right here…
You panted heavily in the hall, you swore you could still hear cheering even though it was the last thing you wanted to hear right now. You didn’t exactly know where you were, but by the medical equipment and cots- you assumed this was where EMS took injured players…you prayed this room wasn’t going to be used tonight.
You were panicking, of course you were panicking. It’s not like anxiety dodged you every game- but this game meant everything. Years and years of hard work to get a scholarship to play at your school had lead up to a moment like this. You were excited, scared…
But weirdly, all you wanted was something a little too specific.
Vi was in the locker room stretching when she got your text- looking down, concern bloomed across her face as she read the words.
‘Med room, now.’
worried you had gotten your period or something, she grabbed her duffle and ran down a few halls until she reached the door, and quickly walked in. “Babe? You okay-“ her voice started hesitantly- before you pushed her back against the wood.
“I need you.” You stated, the lock clicking as you turned its’ mechanism
“Fuck-“ vi gasped in surprise- looking into your eyes as her duffle fell to the concrete.
“Now??”
“Yes violet, right fucking now.”
Violet chuckled as she watched you strip off your jersey and bra.
“You seem uh- mad. I do somet-“
“Yes, I’m mad- you’ve fucking trained me like a Pavlovian dog to feel horny everytime a game is supposed to start- you asshole.” You muttered- and vi yanked her own jersey away from her body.
“Makes sense, not gonna lie my clits been aching since I got on the bus…” she muttered, before flipping you so you were backed against the door, and palmed you.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” She muttered, leaning in to kiss you aggressively.
You moaned against her lips, pulling her in by her hair as you bucked against her fingers. “I need you so fucking bad right now” you whined against her.
“Gotta be quick-“
“I know- I fucking know-“ you begged softly- feeling vi pick you up and lay you down on one of the cots. “What do you need from me pretty?” Vi whispered against your ear as the two of you dry humped each other- panting as the tight fabric compressed your weeping pussies.
“Anything, you- I just-“ your brain turned to mush as you aggressively pulled her in, biting at her skin with every rushed grind of your hips. She suddenly sat up and turned you over onto your stomach- before walking away to her duffle bag.
“What are you-“
“Stay.” Vi commanded, and you sat there, looking back as she took out the strap she’d bought for you earlier in the season from her duffle. Your face reddened as you turned back and your forehead rested against the cot.
“Cannot believe you brought our strap to the final ga-“ you started, before you were dragged to the edge of the cot by your ankle with a surprised gasp.
“Vi-“ you started, before your shorts were yanked down, and feeling Vi’s hand slap against your ass so hard you hissed, back arching as you pathetically whined into the plastic tarp-like material of the shitty med cot.
Vi chuckled, voice husky- and you shivered as she leaned in.
“Mn…you need it the way I always give it to you before a game huh?” She muttered against your ear, your back arched further “Yes vi, yes-“
You could feel her fingers wrap around your throat, the tip of her pretty red strap pressing against your tight cunt.
“yeah, you want me to fuck you hard and fast..fuck you like I hate your fucking guts-don’t you?” She chuckled crudely- and you nodded with enthusiasm.
You suddenly felt choked from the ‘seven inches of heaven’, as vi called it- thrusting into your tight hole. You let out a muffled cry, but vi was quick to cover your mouth as her pace was set to a brutal standard. You were falling apart already, and she’d barely started.
“I fucking love this pussy- you know that? Love the way you squeeze on this dick, grinds against my clit so-fucking-good!” Vi emphasized with rough thrusts into you- and you screamed against her palm as tears dripped down your cheeks.
Your cervix was bruising and you loved it- loved the way it ached under the way she fucked into you just right- loved the way you were getting lightheaded as she choked the will to scream out of you.
“I love you, I fucking love you so-oh my god- so-ah!-Ah!- Oh my GOD!” You screamed shamelessly- knowing someone was probably gonna hear you. You couldn’t give two shits, because this perfect woman was giving you the best sex of your life- and then you were both going to win a god damn championship.
Vi leaned into your hair and kissed your head as her hips moved to really drive that thick strap home into your wet cunt. “Yeah? Look at you- takin it like the fucking whore you are? You like this dick huh? Tell me how much you love this fucking dick!” She grunted against your ear- but you were too far gone to respond.
“I fuck you too hard pretty girl? Come on- keep those hips up, we got a championship to play in a god damn hour.” Vi stated, giving a particularly hard thrust to you that made you gasp out. “Ohfuckvi-“ you slurred, and vi slapped your ass with her free hand again.
“Gonna cum huh..?” She panted heavily against your ear. “Mhm- mhm, please-“ you choked, pushing back over and over on the strap as you desperately tried to climax.
Vi’s thighs were shaking, clit practically throbbing as she kept thrusting. “I know, I know- gimmie a few more minutes baby girl, m’ gettin close.” Vi panted out, vi wrapping her arm around your waist as she pulled you in.
Your eyes rolled back as vi picked up the pace. “Don’t stop! Dear god- please don’t stop!”
“I know- I-oh fuck- I’m cumming-“ vi suddenly gasped, slamming good and hard into you a few more times as she finally pushed you over the edge- you letting out a pathetic scream as you came all over her strap, your cum dripping between you two as Vi’s lips finally found yours- kissing as the both of you got the relief the both of you had been waiting for for days.
“Fuck…the game.”
“I know.got an hour.”
The two of you panted roughly. Vi slowly pulling out, you flipping around to hug her.
“I love you..” vi whispered against your shoulder.
“I love you too..” you responded.
“We’re gonna win this..” vi said, looking into your eyes.
“I hope-“
“No. I know so..” vi stated, holding your hand.
“And when we win, I’m gonna take you home- and take you on the best first date you’ll ever have…and I’ll do this right.” Vi stated, kissing your palm.
Your face blushed, and you smiled. “Okay.”
…
Of course your team won- like you’d admitted to yourself before, your sex made all the difference in the both of yous’ performance. Though- the collective team effort to make the final goal that would secure your victory was enough to make history.
The moment you pushed out of middle field and made the legendary final goal, Vi ran. She ran to you and kissed you in front of the entire world..so to speak.
You realized that this was the start of the rest of your lives. This changed everything. And you couldn’t wait to do it with her..
It was probably the best day of Vi’s life…besides your wedding- of course, which would happen five years later after you went pro- and Vi got her mechanical engineering degree to rebuild Vanders autobody shop.
Going back on the photo, fifteen years down the line, vi sat besides you on the back porch as your baby girl chased fireflies in the backyard- handing you a plate of cherry pie and a cocktail as the both of you reflected on good times.
“God..can’t believe how long ago this was..” you muttered, looking at the photos of the both of you in a literal fight a few months before the finals even started- and you chuckled.
“Saw on Facebook that Gerts’ wife is pregnant again?” Vi stated as she took a sip of her beer.
“Kid number five??” You turned to her
“Yyyyep.”
“That is three kids under five, I would die.”
“Have you met Gert?” Vi chuckled as she flipped through your shared photo album.
“Fair point…” you muttered, looking to your five year old daughter.
“Momma!” She called out
“Yeah baby?” Vi called back.
“Can we go play at auntie J.J.s house tomorrow? I wanna see isha!!” She yelled back, vi turned to look at you.
“Your choice mamas..” she winked, and you pushed her arm a little. “Stop calling me that before I take her over there tonight.” You muttered to your wife.
“We can go over tomorrow Feli!” You call out, her adorned nickname since you both wanted to name her after Vi’s mother.
“Fuck yeah!”
“Felicia!” Vi stood up, walking out to the backyard as you burst out into laughter.
“What did I tell you about copying me?? Your mother is going to beat me ass if- wait! God damn it- WAIT!-“ you heard your wife stumble over her words as your daughter fell onto the ground laughing.
You wipe a tear as you looked down to the photo album, the grainy picture of vi kissing you out on the field after her goal- while not the best quality, a picture that still makes your heart stutter every time you see it.
MAKE IT REALITY (or ellie's cool, popular college roommate finds some incriminating journal entries and makes them come true)
pairing: ellie williams/abby anderson
contents: mean!abby x loser!ellie, college au, perv!ellie, dominant bottom abby, submissive top ellie, they switch a little at the end tho, pussy eating, tit slapping, hair-pulling, spanking, doggy style, strap-on usage, choking, biting and scratching, overstim, multiple orgasms, abby like it rough basically.
word count: 7,018 (jesus christ)
Ellie thinks about Abby slightly more than the average amount that could be considered healthy. But she’s got a million little ways to justify her insatiable need to dwell on all things Abigail Anderson.
The most convenient excuse is that Abby’s impossible to ignore. She’s huge and walks around campus like it’s hers by birthright. Loud too, always laughing like she’s never once been embarrassed, always roughhousing with her teammates like a golden retriever in human form.
Also, she’s Ellie's roommate.
Which, okay, is not the end of the world. Abby’s usually off with her volleyball cult and that leaves the dorm quiet in a way Ellie likes—just her and her laptop and the vague scent of weed clinging to the window curtains. She can lounge around in nothing but boxers, spine curved like a shrimp, typing or doom-scrolling or watching whatever depravity the internet spits out at her without worrying if she looks hot doing it. She can smoke, blow the evidence out the window, and jerk off without headphones.
That last part (Ellie spending a frankly alarming amount of time watching porn) is a recent development. Directly tied to the fact that Abby exists the way she does. In shorts that barely count as clothing. In shirts that don’t even bother with sleeves. Smelling like something sinful and soft, vanilla and cashmere, which Ellie figured out from the perfume bottle Abby left on the desk like she wants Ellie to fantasize about that scent clinging to her.
Something about already being high and relaxed and then seeing Abby breeze in—sweaty, smug, muscles flexing like she lives to be admired—just hits the kill switch in Ellie’s brain. Even when Abby sneers or tosses out some bitchy comment about Ellie’s chronic bed-rotting, it doesn’t help. Or rather, it helps in exactly the wrong way. Makes Ellie’s stomach clench. Makes her want things she probably shouldn’t want.
She likes that Abby’s mean. It gives her fuel for all kinds of delusional fantasies. Ones where Ellie gets to flip the script, shut her up with a hand between her thighs, bend her over the mattress and fuck her just right until that smug little smirk disappears.
Not that Ellie’s that guy. She doesn’t have the stamina, emotionally or physically, to break a girl like Abby Anderson. Hell, in the handful (and “handful” is generous) of sexual experiences she’s managed to collect, she’s always the one on her back. Always the one panting and whining and asking for more. Not that she’s complaining. She still gets there.
The harmless thoughts and the occasional (read: extremely frequent) jerking off aren’t really the problem. Ellie’s true crimes live in the bottom drawer of her bedside table.
First: the strap-on. A panic purchase, made during what Ellie can only describe as a bout of sudden-onset insanity. She’d been high—obviously—and something about that thick, purple dildo screamed this is what you’d use to ruin Abby Anderson. Small snag: she’s not actually fucking Abby. Bright side, the harness has a built-in pocket for a bullet vibe. So whenever the mood hits (which is often), Ellie cranks the thing to max, closes her eyes, pumps into her fist, and lets herself pretend. Pretend it's Abby.
A deeply pathetic display.
Then there’s the underwear. A pair of panties Abby accidentally tossed into Ellie’s laundry pile: sheer crotch, baby blue, little white heart print. They were immediately rescued and hidden away like stolen treasure. It took Ellie a full day to work up the nerve to bury her face in them. And when she finally did—well. To this day, she has never come harder than with Abby’s panties clutched in one hand and the other between her legs, imagining Abby walking in on the whole sordid scene. And somehow, that’s still not the worst thing in the drawer.
That honor goes to the journal.
Important context: Ellie has a lot of journals. Sketchbooks too. One for daily brain rot. One for serious thoughts. A couple for class notes. One for landscapes. One for portraits. All very organized. Very normal.
Then there’s that journal. The one that never leaves the drawer. The one reserved for every foul, depraved fantasy she’s ever had. Most of them—okay, all of them—involve Abby in some capacity. There are entries about wanting to bite and slap her tits until they’re puffy and red, nipples raw from too much attention—directly inspired by Abby wearing a tank top with no bra on one unreasonably chilly morning. Or the one where Abby is sitting full on Ellie’s face, thighs locked around her skull, and Ellie’s arms are wrapped tight around her waist, determined to keep her there until she’s had her fill and then some. Pages upon pages of shit that should probably get her institutionalized.
As long as Ellie keeps everything carefully under wraps, none of it really matters. Or at least, that’s the philosophy that’s gotten her this far living alongside Abby fucking Anderson.
But all that careful secret-keeping starts to fall apart on Friday.
She hears Abby coming before she even hits the door, which gives Ellie just enough time to crush her roach into the ashtray and shove it—along with her journal—back into the bottom drawer where shame lives.
The door swings open and Abby strides in like a force of nature, her friend Nora trailing behind. Both of them are in their volleyball uniforms, which means those microscopic shorts that make Ellie want to slam her head against the desk. There’s more to the uniform, sure, but Ellie can’t see past Abby’s ass. It should be illegal. She clenches her hands into fists in her lap and drags her eyes back to her laptop like it owes her something.
Abby and Nora are chatting about something—fast, loud, chaotic. Way too much for Ellie’s weed-fogged brain to track. She keeps pretending she’s working on the assignment due by midnight, but let’s be real: she’s not getting a single coherent thought down while Abby is in the room, much less half-naked and glowing from practice.
“Ellie, gimme your lighter,” Abby says, sharp and already annoyed, like Ellie’s been denying her something on purpose. “I know you have one.”
“Huh?” Ellie blinks up, the world's lamest reply.
Abby looks at her like she’s the stupidest girl alive. Which, fair. “Jesus,” she mutters, shooting Nora a look that makes her laugh behind her hand. “Lighter. Give me.”
Ellie freezes. Her lighter’s with all her weed stuff...which is also sitting in the same drawer as her strap-on, Abby’s stolen panties, and her pervert journal. Not ideal.
“I, uh, don’t have one,” she lies, voice too high. “And I was just about to head out so…yeah.”
She slams her laptop shut with a little too much force, scrambles to grab her keys, phone, and her weed pen like she’s suddenly got very important plans. She doesn’t.
“You cannot be fucking serious right now.” Abby plants her hands on her hips, exasperated, and Ellie’s brain short-circuits just long enough to notice how her biceps flex with the motion. Like that helps.
Then Ellie’s out the door with absolutely nowhere to be.
Ellie ends up on Jesse’s beat-up couch, slouched low with her legs spread like she owns the place. Dina’s curled into the other corner with a blanket around her shoulders. Jesse’s on the floor, playing DJ with the speaker that only works if you smack it a little. The room smells like weed and leftover takeout and whatever cologne Jesse keeps pretending isn’t Axe.
The pen gets passed around in a lazy circle, and by the third go Ellie’s got that nice, floaty kind of high where everything feels a little less urgent. Less humiliating.
“Okay,” she says, exhaling slow. “I am calling upon my round table for their sage wisdom. I may have a crush that is ruining my life.”
“Oh boy,” Jesse mutters immediately.
Dina raises her eyebrows, amused. “On who?”
Ellie shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Just Abby.”
Jesse barks a laugh, already halfway choking on his next hit. “You mean, monster on the court, bicep bigger than your head, super scary Abby?”
“Oh come on, man,” Ellie grumbles, stealing the pen back. “She's not that scary.”
“She could bench-press you and me,” Jesse says. “At the same time. For fun. And doesn't she, like, hate you?”
Dina’s still watching Ellie with a look that’s way too knowing for comfort. “You’ve been totally perving on her, haven't you?”
“I do not,” Ellie lies. “She’s just…hot. Like, objectively. And I live with her, so it’s kind of hard to not notice, y’know?”
“Again, she hates your guts. And you live with her,” Jesse repeats, pointing like it’s a discovery. “I know you're allergic to making good choices, but that's a terrible idea for even you.”
“Bold of you to act like you’ve ever had a good idea,” Ellie fires back.
Jesse shrugs. “Fair.”
Dina shifts a little, setting down her drink. “Look. You should go for it if that’s what you want. No point sitting around pining forever.”
Ellie blinks at her. “Wow, thanks for the groundbreaking advice.”
“I’m serious,” Dina says, smile softening. “But, you know, be careful. She looks like she’d chew you up and spit you out.”
“Oh, sick,” Ellie groans. “Thanks for the support.”
“I’m not saying it wouldn’t be fun,” Dina adds with a smirk. “Just that you might die.”
They pass the pen around again, laughing too loud at dumb jokes and mocking each other during a couple rounds of Mario Kart that end in violent betrayal and a lot of middle fingers. At some point, Jesse heats up leftovers and calls it dinner. They all eat on the couch, barely avoiding spills, plates balanced on their knees like the functional adults they definitely are not.
It’s easy, being with them. The way it always is, no matter how many failed relationships they’ve all circled through. Too much history. Too much love.
Eventually, Ellie checks the time and sighs. “I should probably head back. Assignment’s due.”
Jesse snorts. “You haven’t started it, have you?”
Ellie flips him off on her way out the door.
Pretty soon, Ellie finds herself practically floating back to her room. She feels good and the thought of just laying face down in the dark feels like the best idea she's had in years.
When she pushes the door open, however, she finds Abby sitting on her bed with her stolen panties dangling from one finger and Ellie's journal open on her knee, lazily flipping through the pages with a terrifyingly neutral expression.
Ellie considers her options: run away, kill Abby, kill herself. All good choices. Some more feasible than others. Slowly, she starts to pull the door back shut. She can sleep somewhere else for the night. And the rest of her nights for the rest of her life. Maybe Joel won’t be too upset if she drops out of college. Who needs college anyway.
“Ellie. Get in here and shut the door.”
The voice is calm. No edge. No raised volume. Which, somehow, makes it ten times worse.
Ellie’s stomach drops straight through the floor. She steps in, legs moving on autopilot, and closes the door behind her with a soft click. It might as well be a prison cell.
Abby’s still sitting on her bed, one leg crossed over the other, completely at ease. Her massive arms are bare, tank top clinging to her like it was vacuum-sealed on, and her expression is... unreadable. That same damn pair of blue panties dangling from her finger like she’s weighing their value at an auction.
“Had a fun night?” Abby asks, tone light. Almost bored.
Ellie swallows. Her tongue feels three sizes too big. “I...uh. Yeah. Kinda.”
Abby flips another page of the journal. “Cool. 'Cause I’ve had a pretty interesting one myself.”
Ellie takes a shaky step forward. “Listen, I—okay, I can explain—”
“You can explain,” Abby echoes, lifting her eyes at last. “By all means. Explain why you’ve got a journal full of notes on my tits and my ass and 'fucking the attitude out of me'?”
Ellie makes a noise. A pathetic, dying animal kind of noise.
“I mean, full-on thesis-level analysis,” Abby continues, reading from the page without shame. “‘Want her bouncing and sobbing on my shit.’” Her voice is flat. Deadpan. “Real poet, huh?”
Ellie wants to melt into the floor. “Jesus Christ.”
“No, Ellie, that was you.” Abby tosses the panties onto the bed like they’re nothing but evidence bagged and tagged. “Didn’t realize I needed to put a lock on my laundry.”
“I didn’t! It was an accident,” Ellie croaks. “You threw them in my hamper. I—I was gonna give them back, but—”
“But you decided to jerk off to them instead?”
Ellie flinches like she’s been physically hit. “I didn’t mean—God, okay, I know it’s weird, I know—”
“Oh, it’s weird,” Abby says, almost cheerfully now. “But not shocking. I mean, you stare at me all the time. You think I don’t notice? You practically burn a hole through my ass every time I walk past.”
“Knew?” Abby’s eyebrows lift. “Ellie. I’m not blind. And you’re not subtle.”
Ellie’s mouth opens but no words come out. She watches as Abby flips through another few pages, eyes skimming across the lines like she’s reading a grocery list.
“‘Want her to sit on my face until I pass out.’ That’s bold,” Abby murmurs. “‘Would thank her for being mean to me.’ You got a thing for being humiliated, or what?”
“I’m sorry,” Ellie blurts. Her voice wobbles, thick and shaky. “I’m sorry, I—I know this is fucked up. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just—” Her throat clamps up. “I was high, and stupid, and I wasn’t trying to—"
Abby looks up sharply.
“You weren’t trying to what? Fantasize about me while I’m asleep five feet away? Steal my underwear? Speak. Now.”
“I just—!” Ellie squeezes her eyes shut. “I didn’t think you’d ever know, okay?! I didn’t think—” Her voice chokes, breaks. “I didn’t think it mattered. I wasn’t gonna do anything. I swear to God, Abby, I wasn’t gonna—”
“Touch me?” Abby asks coolly.
Ellie nods frantically, eyes glossy. “Yeah. Yeah. I swear. I would never. I mean, I—fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m—”
She’s full-on crying now. Not loud sobs, not drama, just those quiet, helpless tears that slide down fast and uncontrollably. Her voice is a whisper: “I’m so fucking sorry.”
There’s a silence. Long and thick and impossible.
Abby doesn’t say anything right away. She just closes the journal and sets it aside on the bed, her fingers lingering on the cover. Something in her jaw tightens, just for a second.
And then she sighs.
“Sit down.”
Ellie blinks, confused through the blur. “What?”
Abby gestures to her desk chair. “Sit. Before your knees give out.”
Ellie obeys without thinking, dropping into the chair like a puppet with its strings cut. Her heart’s still trying to punch its way out of her chest.
Abby leans forward, elbows on her thighs, gaze locked on Ellie’s. Her voice is quieter now. Still firm. But no longer cruel.
“You’re a little freak, y’know that?”
Ellie lets out a broken laugh, hiccuping through it. “Yeah. I know.”
“I should be pissed.”
“You should. You absolutely should.”
“And I am,” Abby adds. “But also—" She pauses. "You could’ve just said something. Been a normal fucking person. Instead of…” She gestures vaguely toward the journal and panties like they’re part of some performance art exhibit. “...this.”
Ellie wipes at her face, sniffling. “Didn’t think I could. You scare the shit out of me.”
Abby smiles. Just a little. “Good.”
Ellie shakes her head, still miserable. “God, I’m never gonna live this down.”
“No,” Abby agrees. “You’re really not.”
Then, somehow, they’re both laughing. Just a little. Just enough to break the tension.
Ellie’s chest feels light and hollow in a way she can’t describe. A mix of devastation and relief and something else she doesn’t want to name.
Eventually, Abby stands, grabbing her water bottle from the dresser like they didn’t just have the worst conversation of Ellie’s life.
“I’m going to Nora's,” she says. “When I get back, my panties better be exactly where they belong.”
Ellie nods quickly. “Yes. Absolutely. Consider it done.”
“And we’re gonna talk more about this.” Abby jerks her chin toward the journal. “When I feel like it.”
Ellie swallows hard. “Okay.”
Abby lingers in the doorway, one hand braced casually against the frame, like she owns the place. Like she owns Ellie.
“I like your strap, by the way,” she says, voice low and infuriatingly amused. “Purple’s my favorite color.”
Ellie lets out something between a laugh and a sob. “Oh my god, kill me.”
Abby just shakes her head, her smirk crooked and shameless. Then she’s gone, down the hall, off to go bench press a car or something.
The silence that follows is unbearable.
Ellie stares at the door for a full minute, then at the bed. The journal still lies where Abby left it. And those panties. Still there. Taunting her, almost.
She should just give them back. Toss them into the laundry where they belong. Be a grown-ass adult about this.
Instead, because she’s a monster with zero self-control and the moral integrity of a half-crushed soda can, she ends up clutching them in both hands, holding the soft fabric close under her nose. They still smell like her. Like lavender detergent and sweat and something darker, something that punches straight through Ellie’s brainstem.
Abby had been on her bed. Right there. Reading her filth like scripture. With that calm, unreadable face.
Ellie comes with a broken cry, trembling and flushed, her whole body curling tight around the aching heat in her gut. She passes out with her hand still tucked between her thighs, her clit pulsing like it’s trying to send out a distress signal.
After that night, Abby quickly becomes the worst person in the known universe.
She starts hanging around the dorm more than ever. Just always there. Breathing the same air. Existing in the same shared space like it’s normal. Like they didn’t just have that conversation.
Where before her presence would’ve been a dream—Ellie’s private little fantasy to nurse in silence—it’s now Ellie’s own personal hell. Every moment is a minefield. Every glance a catastrophe waiting to happen.
Abby isn’t shy. Fun fact about her.
She changes right in front of Ellie like modesty is a myth. Yanks off her shirt and shimmies out of her shorts after practice, muscles flexing, skin slick with sweat. Ellie’s brain goes offline every single time. She tries not to look. She really does. But the damage is done by the time she even blinks.
And Abby knows it.
She smirks. Right at her. Holds eye contact as she peels off her sports bra. Stretches.
Ellie is going to die. For real this time. Her cause of death will be “brain explosion from overwhelming lust.”
Abby takes to sprawling out on her bed like she’s modeling for a pin-up calendar. Post-practice, hair damp and messy, shirt pulled halfway up her stomach. Ellie thinks about how easy it would be to press their bodies together, slide one leg between hers, bury her face in Abby’s neck and never come up for air.
But instead, she just…watches. Like a creep. Like she always does.
Abby giggles on the phone sometimes, her voice light and happy in a way Ellie hates loving. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger while she talks. Ellie wants to grab that hand, pin it above her head. Wants to bury both of her fists in that hair and tug just to hear the noise Abby would make.
And the worst part?
The outfits.
Every time Abby goes out, she asks for Ellie’s opinion. Every time.
“Too much cleavage?” she’ll say, turning to face her, arms lifted to braid her hair.
“Think these shorts are too short?” she’ll ask, bending down to pull her sock back up on her calf, giving Ellie an absolutely soul-destroying view of thighs and ass.
Ellie wants to say, Too much? Not enough. I’d peel you out of that whole outfit with my teeth if you’d let me.
Wants to say, Don’t go. Stay here. Let me worship you.
Instead, she stammers out the same pathetic reply every time:
“You look nice. Uh…pretty.”
Pretty.
Jesus Christ.
Abby just smiles, slow and knowing, like she’s reading the unspoken part loud and clear.
By the end of the week, Ellie is tense enough to bite cleanly through a steel beam. She can't even touch herself like she wants to so she's just...pent up. Ellie comes back from class, tired, hungry, emotionally hungover from simply being, and she knows Abby is probably inside waiting to drive her to the brink.
As she pushes open the door, Abby’s on her bed again.
On her back.
Wearing nothing but an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of fuzzy gray socks with little smiley faces at the ankles. No pants. Because why would she wear pants? Legs bent at the knee and her thighs pressed together.
And in her hands is yet again Ellie's journal. It doesn't make her nearly as anxious as before because she hasn't had time to put anything new in there.
Abby doesn’t even look up when Ellie freezes in the doorway. She’s flipping through the pages with far too much familiarity now, like she’s really reading it this time, not just teasing her. Like she’s digging in, hunting for the filthiest parts and savoring them.
Ellie’s throat goes dry. Her whole body locks up. Every nerve stands at attention.
“Abby,” she says, voice too high, too thin. “Give it back.”
Abby turns a page. Smirks. “You really are sick, y’know that?”
“Give it back.” She steps forward, weakly, like she might actually do something about it. Like she isn’t trembling with humiliation.
Abby closes the journal slowly, fingers sliding across the soft leather cover like it’s something precious. “You want it?”
“Yes.”
“Then come take it.”
Ellie doesn’t think. She lunges.
The next few seconds are a blur of limbs and grunting and indignity. She manages to grab the corner of the journal, but Abby’s bigger, stronger, and way too used to this kind of shit. She laughs as they wrestle, like it’s funny, like she isn’t actively ruining Ellie’s life.
And then suddenly, inevitably, Ellie’s on her back. Flat against her own mattress. Abby straddles her hips, pinning her down with unforgivable ease. Her knees frame Ellie’s thighs. She’s still holding the journal.
Still smiling.
Ellie bucks beneath her, face burning. “Get off me.”
Abby just opens the journal to a bookmarked page. Clears her throat.
“‘Sometimes I think about tying her up—just her wrists, nothing crazy—and sitting on her face until she cries. Not because she can’t breathe. Because she likes it so much it hurts.’” Abby lifts a brow. “Wow.”
“Abby, please.” Ellie thrashes underneath her, hands pushing at Abby’s thighs, her chest, anything she can reach. “You're being mean—”
“‘I wanna lick her until she forgets her own name. I wanna ruin her for anyone else. I wanna be the only thing she ever thinks about when she touches herself.’” Abby’s voice goes a little quieter. A little hoarser.
And that’s when Ellie notices it.
The shift.
Abby’s hips press down a little harder. A little more rhythmically. Her breath hitches.
She’s grinding on her, entirely shameless.
Ellie freezes. Possibly dies for a second.
Abby flips the page. Doesn’t look up. Doesn’t stop.
“‘She’d taste so good, I know it. It'd be so easy to pull those tiny little shorts to the side and just fuck her with my tongue—’”
“Abby…” Ellie whispers, half plea, half wonder.
Abby doesn’t answer. Her thighs tighten around Ellie’s hips. Her sweatshirt rides up an inch, then another, revealing just the barest hint of underwear—dark gray cotton, high on the hips.
“‘I’d beg. I’d get on my knees and beg just to make her come once. I’d let her use me however she wanted. I’d—’”
The rest is cut off by a shaky inhale. Abby finally looks down, eyes dark, lips parted.
“Ellie,” Abby says, looking down at her like she's a prey animal. “You’re fucking insane.”
Ellie swallows hard. Her voice barely makes it out. “You’re still on top of me.”
“Yeah,” Abby murmurs, unmoving. Her grip on the journal stays iron-tight, knuckles bone-white. Thighs squeeze around Ellie’s hips, grind down with just a hint more purpose. “I am.”
Ellie stares up at her. “Are you fucking with me right now?”
“I was thinking more like you fucking me,” Abby says, breath catching. “If I let you, would you actually do all the filthy shit you wrote in this book?”
Ellie lets out a breathy, borderline unhinged laugh, disbelief painted across her face. “I mean…I’ll do my best,” she says, grinning because her face doesn't know what else to do in the moment.
Abby doesn’t waste a second. She crawls up Ellie’s body, slow and deliberate, until the damp crotch of her panties hovers just above Ellie’s mouth. “Try not to disappoint me, El.”
Ellie tugs the fabric aside, runs a reverent finger through the slick heat between Abby’s thighs, and feels her higher thought processes flee. She wraps her arms around Abby’s legs like they’re lifelines and gazes up, eyes wide and pleading, lashes wet. “C-could you, um… sit? Like… all the way?”
Abby laughs mean and affectionate, all in one breath. “You’re such a fucking loser,” she says, fond as hell, before sinking down and robbing Ellie of every coherent thought she has left.
The scent of Abby floods her senses—sweat, heat, something sharp and sweet—and Ellie moans into it like prayer. She tongues at her pussy greedily, desperate, like she’s starving and Abby’s the only thing she’s ever wanted on the menu.
Every sound Abby makes spurs her on. Every gasp, every curse, every stuttered breath is fuel. Ellie works harder, sloppier, like she might lose her chance if she slows down for even a second.
Abby grinds down recklessly, chasing it, using her, and Ellie lets her—wants it. She’s dizzy, floating, high on the weight of Abby and the wet sounds of her falling apart.
“Fuck, you’re good at this. I can’t—fuck—can’t believe this,” Abby pants, fingers twisting in Ellie’s hair. “Baby. M’so close.”
Ellie just moans in response, helpless beneath her, clinging tighter. She lets Abby ride it out, lets her rut along her tongue, her nose, her chin. Whatever Abby wants, she can have. Ellie’s lost in it, wrecked and grateful for it.
Abby starts to tremble. Her hips jerk, fingers scrabbling at the wall for balance. Ellie looks up, dazed, and nearly comes from the sight alone—Abby flushed, lips parted, hair tumbling over her shoulder like some wild goddess.
She’s still staring, dazed and worshipful, when Abby says something. It takes Ellie a second to process it.
“Don’t tell me I broke you,” Abby drawls, smug and a little cruel. She leans down, cupping Ellie’s cheek. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Ellie snaps out of her daze like something’s broken loose inside her. She pushes up with a strength she barely registers and flips Abby onto her back in one clumsy, hungry motion. Abby grunts in surprise, but it’s short-lived. Ellie’s already yanking Abby's sweatshirt up, tugging it over her head with shaking hands, baring her down to just her bra.
“Fuck,” Ellie breathes, like it’s been punched out of her. She dives in without waiting, mouth hot and open as she latches onto Abby’s tits through the fabric. Her tongue swipes broad and wet, dragging across the thin cotton, soaking it.
Abby hisses, hips twitching. “Jesus, El—”
Ellie doesn’t answer. She’s busy mouthing at one nipple, then the other, running her teeth along each one until the fabric clings to them, pebbled and needy. She bites, gentle but firm, and Abby shudders hard beneath her, breath catching in her throat.
“You're so pretty,” Ellie mutters, almost to herself, voice thick with awe. “And so sensitive. Just like I thought.”
Abby whimpers. It's an incredibly cute noise that Ellie has only ever dreamed of hearing. And that sound breaks something final in Ellie.
Her hand scrambles down with no grace whatsoever and slips her hand under Abby’s waistband. Her fingers brush slick heat, and she actually moans. “Oh my god, you’re—Jesus, Abs, you’re soaked.”
She starts to rub slow, deliberate circles over Abby’s clit, watching her fall apart with an almost feverish fixation. She’s obsessed with the way Abby’s hips stutter, how her legs twitch, how her hands curl uselessly into the sheets.
“Look at you,” Ellie says, breathless and wide-eyed. “You’re fuckin’...you’re perfect.”
But Abby’s not content to let her have the upper hand for long. She threads her fingers into Ellie’s hair, yanks her head back—not too rough, but firm enough to make Ellie gasp.
“Look at you,” Abby says, voice like gravel, fucked-out and cruel. “You look stupid. Let you suck on my tits and your dumb little brain broke.”
Ellie’s pupils blow wide. Her mouth parts, jaw slack, and she doesn’t even try to deny it. She just nods, eyes shining, and reaches behind Abby to unhook her bra with shaking hands. She tosses it somewhere she doesn’t care to track.
Then she’s on her again, mouth latching back onto one nipple while her hand keeps working Abby’s clit in slow, filthy rhythm. She pays equal attention to each breast, switching back and forth like it’s a competition. Her tongue swirls, her lips suck, her teeth scrape, and Abby is gone for it. Writhing, moaning, making these high, broken little sounds Ellie wants to bottle and keep forever.
Abby clutches at the sheets, her body taut with tension, and Ellie—half out of her mind—remembers Abby wants her doing shit from the journal.
Ellie pulls back slightly, eyes locking on the flushed swell of Abby’s breasts. She lifts her hand and delivers one quick, experimental slap to one of her already sensitive tits—nothing too hard, just enough to sting.
Abby arches off the bed like she’s been shocked. “Fuck!”
Abby’s breathing ragged, head thrown back, lips parted. “Do not stop,” she snarls, but it’s weak, ruined, a plea in disguise.
Ellie places a kiss to her swollen nipple before nipping at it. "Told you, I'm gonna do my best." The words come out leagues more stable than Ellie feels.
Ellie’s trembling when she climbs to her feet, legs unsteady, mouth shiny, eyes wild. She strips fast—shirt yanked off, jeans kicked away—until she’s down to nothing but her black briefs, waistband riding low on her hips. Her skin is flushed, her hands shaking slightly as she rifles through her drawer for her harness and strap.
Behind her, she hears the rustle of fabric—Abby peeling off her panties with slow, deliberate motions. Ellie glances over her shoulder and nearly chokes.
“Jesus Christ,” she mutters, turning away too fast, cheeks hot, fumbling with the straps. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She gets the harness on, barely managing to click it into place while her hands work in frantic little jerks. Her heart’s racing, everything spinning around the thought of what she’s about to do. What Abby’s letting her do.
“On all fours,” she says, a little hoarse. “P-please. Please get on all fours, if you want to.”
Abby raises a brow, clearly amused, but obeys. She gets into position, slow and taunting, ass up and legs spread just enough to drive Ellie insane.
Ellie steps closer, running a reverent hand along the curve of Abby’s hip before delivering two sharp slaps to her soaked pussy. The sound is obscene. Abby twitches, gasps then growls low in her throat.
“You’re getting cocky,” she says, voice full of warning and something else. Something whinier.
Ellie doesn’t back down. Not now. She grips her strap and lines herself up, brushing the slick head against Abby’s folds, then easing in slow and careful. She watches with rapt attention as Abby's pussy stretches to accommodate the girth, revels in the filthy squelch as she bottoms out. She watches the muscles of Abby's back tense, groans low as pulls out maddeningly slow and Abby slams her ass back against her with a punched out moan.
Abby snarls, pushing back. “I’m not fucking fragile. Fuck me like you mean it, Ellie. Like you've always wanted to.”
Ellie groans. “O-okay.”
She drives in harder, a sudden snap of her hips that makes Abby cry out and drop her head to the mattress. Ellie sets a brutal rhythm, slamming into her again and again, her fingers sinking into the meat of Abby’s ass, gripping so tight she knows it’ll bruise.
Abby takes it, takes everything. Her mouth open, cheek pressed to the bed, her voice reduced to little gasps and broken sobs of pleasure.
Ellie’s completely, irreversibly gone. She grabs a handful of Abby’s hair, yanking her up just enough to use the leverage, pulling her back onto the strap, forcing her to take every inch.
“Wish you could see what I'm seeing,” Ellie pants, watching where they meet, utterly transfixed. “Fuck, Abs. You’re—fuck, you’re taking it so good.”
Abby comes with a strangled moan, her whole body tensing and shaking as Ellie fucks her through it, never slowing down. She doesn’t give her a second to catch her breath—just keeps going, relentless, her hips snapping with brutal purpose.
But then Ellie slows—just enough to slide out and flip Abby onto her back.
She freezes.
Abby’s eyes are glassy with unshed tears, lips kiss-swollen and parted, chest heaving. Her whole body’s trembling, wrecked and perfect. Ellie nearly passes out from how much she wants her.
“Holy fuck,” she whispers. “You’re so—”
But before she can finish, Abby grabs her by the harness and pulls her down, wrapping her arms around Ellie’s neck like she can’t bear to let her go. Their mouths crash together in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and desperation, like they’ve both been starving for it this entire time.
Ellie groans into it, swallowing every sound Abby makes, hands roaming over her thighs, her waist, her tits—trying to touch everything at once.
Abby bites her bottom lip as they break apart, just enough to sting, and whispers against her mouth:
“Keep fucking going.”
Ellie hitches Abby’s legs up and back, folding her open like a prayer, tilting her hips to get that perfect angle. She doesn’t slow—if anything, the new position lets her fuck in deeper, harder, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing sharp and wet through the room.
Abby gasps, head rolling back, her spine arching clean off the mattress. Her voice is wrecked, half-gone, but still she hisses between gritted teeth, “That all you got, loser?”
Ellie growls. Actually growls.
She dips down and sinks her teeth into Abby’s throat, biting hard enough to leave a mark—then another, and another, dotting her collarbones, her tits, anywhere her mouth can reach. She sucks until bruises bloom under her tongue like flowers.
“Y-you love this,” Abby stammers, breath stuttering. “You love being my—my little toy. So fucking desperate to make me come again.”
Ellie pants against her skin, flushed and wild-eyed. “Yeah,” she breathes. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
Her hand slips between them again, zeroing in on Abby’s clit like it’s instinct. She rubs tight, merciless circles, fast and filthy. Abby arches again, palms cupping her own tits now, needing the pressure.
Ellie watches through half-lidded eyes, totally gone on the image of Abby playing with herself, whining and squirming and needing her.
“Pinch them,” Ellie orders, voice cracking with power she’s never felt before.
Abby obeys with a sharp moan, rolling the sensitive peaks between her fingers, teeth bared as her legs shake harder.
“Now come,” Ellie demands, low and ragged, fucking her through it. “Fucking come for me, Abs.”
Abby breaks.
She screams, and Ellie catches it with her mouth, swallowing the sound in a bruising kiss as Abby falls apart beneath her. Her body locks, then jerks in waves, legs trembling violently, toes curling. Hot tears streak her cheeks, almost silently.
Ellie pulls back just enough to see them. “Oh—shit, baby, you’re—”
She leans down, licking the tears away from Abby’s flushed skin, soft and reverent like it’s the only worship she knows. Her cock slips out as Abby’s muscles clamp down and spasm around nothing, and Abby shudders hard, a broken sob catching in her chest.
“Shh, hey—hey, it’s okay,” Ellie whispers, wide-eyed and frantic, brushing sweaty hair from Abby’s face. “You’re okay. I’ve got you. Just need a little more, okay? Just a little more.”
Abby whimpers. “I can't. I'll literally die."
“You can,” Ellie croons, kissing the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her neck. “You’re so strong, Abs. So fucking beautiful. I swear, I’ll be gentle. Just one more. Just one, baby.”
Abby just makes this helpless noise in the back of her throat, but then, barely, a nod.
That’s all Ellie needs.
She reaches over and grabs the bullet vibe from the nightstand—the one made to fit snug in her harness—and slides it into place. It hums to life in her hand, quiet but deadly, and Ellie lines herself up again, this time slow, reverent.
She presses back inside, inch by inch, watching Abby’s face the whole time. The way her brows pinch, how her mouth opens in a silent gasp, how her legs twitch with overstimulation already setting in.
“Doing so good,” Ellie murmurs, fucking in slow, her arms trembling as her own orgasm sits just on the horizon. “Just a little more. Let me make you feel good.”
And Abby, wrecked, soaked, trembling, lets her.
Ellie rocks into her slow, the harness snug against her hips, the soft hum of the bullet vibe already making her breath hitch. It’s not even at full power and it’s already buzzing deep, curling heat low in her belly. But she doesn’t focus on that yet. No. Abby is still the center of the universe.
Abby’s shaking, her whole body a twitchy, overstimulated livewire. Every time Ellie thrusts in, she makes this soft little broken noise like she can’t decide if she wants to pull away or beg for more.
“Still with me?” Ellie murmurs, forehead pressed to Abby’s, sweat sticking them together.
Abby nods. Barely. “F-fuck—Ellie, I—”
“I know.” Ellie kisses her again, messy and open-mouthed, full of tongue and teeth. “You’re doing so fucking good.”
She picks up the pace, the vibe dragging against her own clit with every thrust. Her hips stutter, the pleasure ratcheting up fast, too fast. She chokes on a moan, grabs hold of Abby’s thigh and pulls it higher, spreading her wider, deeper.
Abby claws at her back like she needs something to ground herself—nails dragging angry red lines down Ellie’s spine, then digging in as she trembles apart all over again.
“Fuck. Shit. Fuck,” Ellie pants, fucking into her harder now, voice wrecked. “Come for me again, baby. Give it to me. I know you got one more.”
Abby shakes her head, even as her hips start grinding up, even as she cries out when Ellie angles her hips just right. “I c-can’t—fuck—I can’t—”
“You can,” Ellie snarls, gripping Abby’s face and kissing her like she means to consume her. “You will. Wanna see you break for me. One more time. Just one more, Abs, c’mon.”
And Abby does.
She sobs—full-body, raw-throated sobs—as her back arches clean off the mattress, legs locking around Ellie’s waist. She comes with a broken cry, like her body is just buckling beneath the weight of it. Her nails bite into Ellie’s skin so deep it stings, and that only spurs Ellie further along.
The vibe is grinding into her just right with every thrust, tight heat coiling sharp and unbearable. Ellie chases it like it’s the only thing that matters, fucking through Abby’s aftershocks until she’s shaking too, her moans dissolving into ragged whimpers.
Then it hits her—white-hot and blinding. Her legs lock, her stomach clenches, and she comes with a low, punched-out cry against Abby’s neck. It rolls through her in thick, unbearable waves, everything overstimulated and twitchy and too much.
She slumps forward, trembling, both of them gasping like they’ve just run miles. Ellie can’t move. She’s half-splayed over Abby, harness digging into her hips, her whole body trembling with aftershocks.
Abby’s arms wrap around her, pulling her close even though her own limbs are twitching with exhaustion. She’s still crying a little—quiet, raw tears that smear into Ellie’s hair as they cling to each other.
Neither of them speaks for a while. Just the sound of panting, the quiet whine of the toy shutting off, the sticky slide of skin on skin.
Eventually, Ellie lifts her head, blinking like she’s waking up from a dream. She brushes the hair back from Abby’s face, touches her cheek gently with the backs of her fingers.
“You okay?” she whispers, voice hoarse and cracking.
Abby nods slowly, eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. “Yeah. Yeah. I feel like a new woman.”
Ellie lets out a quiet, shaky laugh. “I think I’m in love with you.”
Abby rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling—soft, lopsided, fucked-out. “The power of good pussy, I suppose.”
Ellie grins, kissing her again, slow and sweet and lingering. "You know, I've got a bunch more stuff I didn't get to do this time..."
"Oh, naturally, you've got a fucking novel's worth of it," Abby says, running her fingers through Ellie's hair. "I guess I'll just have to keep fucking you. For the safety of the general public, of course."
"Right."
"I'm serious. Who else could handle a disgusting little pervert like you?" Abby sighs dramatically like she's been put upon. "Looks like I'm the only one for the job."
Note: not a clue who’s artwork is in the middle- tried to find the source off Pinterest but I ain’t that good at nothin with technology. kudos to their work! IT. AINT. MINE.
EDIT: someone messaged me saying that the art is by slechyiris on twitter!! So sorry I didn’t post that originally but I checked out their page and it is fucking AMAZING. Please check them out at:
@slechyiris
On Twitter.
Anyway, enjoy!
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Sevika was never the type to indulge in much.
She worked hard, and had a heavy meal with a glass of whiskey at the end of a long day- and she liked it that way. Cattle ranching was never something she thought she would see herself doing at nearly forty years old, Though- she didn’t know where else she’d be.
The Montana wilderness was a gift to experience- and a greater gift to survive. The Zaunite ranch was so far out- the nearest city was nearly five hours away and the nearest town was an hour and a half. People lived, worked, breathed and bled ranch life.
24/7, 365.
Sevika didn’t indulge in much..she didn’t even realize she wanted to..until…
You were a cook for the family meals on the ranch. With nearly forty plus employees, it was likely that those who did such hard labor were going to need a hot and ready meal at the end of the day..and you were perfect for the task.
You came from the south, generally speaking. You traveled across the country after coming across the position on an old, barely used, website for farmers to hire farm hands. You had been working for nearly four months, had your own bunk- and stayed in the kitchen working, saving money to get you to wherever you wanted to be next after maybe a year or two of being there.. You stayed in your lane, and in the kitchen, makin no fuss..and that was plenty enough for you..
When Sevika saw you for the first time, You had no idea…
She was always the first one up, before dawn- In her spurs before the rooster crowed. Sevika would always spend the early mornings cleaning up her tack and getting a check in with her horse. Breakfast was usually ready long after sevika had already left for the fields, and she was fine with missing out…
until she noticed the coffee had been set out earlier- and a small collection of breakfast items earlier too… eggs, some meat, maybe some fruit at the beginning of the month when the budget wasn’t spent. Someone had noticed her.
She had noticed the meals were definitely better than they were previously- definitely well seasoned to say the least, but she realized she had no idea who was making them…that was, until she saw you one morning, carrying two bags of flour over your shoulder as you trudged back from the storage hold a couple yards from the kitchen entrance..At three in the morning.
Apron tied tight around your waist, sleeves pushed up to your elbows, hair tied back- and you cursing under your breath as you kicked open the steel door..
The way you moved in those boot-cut jeans..
She wondered why anyone other than her would be up so early- but she began to appreciate the meals you cooked more as she realized just how laborious and continuous your job was..
You started your shift long before dawn, just after the PM became the AM- up early enough to hand mix the biscuit dough. The ranch-hands needed meals that would stick to their ribs, and nothing raises morale in the cold mornings like fresh coffee and home made biscuits every day.
Now that Sevika had seen you once, she had started seeing you everywhere. Carrying grains, opening gates for the cattle trucks, sleeping in a rocking chair on the little front porch of your bunk house- worn boots messily laid a couple of feet away.
In the early mornings, Sevika would sometimes hear you huffing behind the door of the kitchen as you picked things up and set things down- metal clanging along with your movements. She wanted to wait until you came out to serve breakfast one day- just to thank you for what you did.
Though she was sure you were paid well, appreication went a long way. The ranch took care of Sevika and all her fellow ranch hands, mutual respect- not just money for labor. She thought you deserved the same…Fair and balanced and all.
But…Sevika realized she didn’t really know what to say. She usually wasn’t much for words…
She glanced to the breakfast table, noting a pad of sticky notes and a pen, a discarded note with the words ‘cheese eggs, pastries, venison sausage’ in quick scribbled letters…. She grabbed the pen and wrote a few words- before leaving the pen and pad on the desk, taking a deep sip of coffee from one of the old mugs, and heading out to the barn…
As you bounded out of the swinging kitchen door,slightly sweaty as you set down the food items noted on said notepad, you glanced to it to scratch down your so far checked off list for the day… only to find..
‘thanks for the food.
Like the grits. Biscuits too.’
It was short. Simple..kind of sweet. You knew some of the ranchers got up early (which had been the reason you put out some breakfast earlier in the morning), but no one had ever acknowledged your presence- much less thanked you. You smiled, drawing a smiley face on an empty page, and wrote the question:
‘ Any suggestions? ‘
before sticking it to the wall beside the breakfast table, and carrying on with your day. Another note was passed the next morning- a piece of tissue paper placed near the coffee machine.
‘ you made some… round sausage and cheese ball things a month ago. Very good- easy to eat in the field. Like em a lot- guys like em too. If it ain’t much trouble. ‘
You smiled as you read it, your mother used to make you bisquick sausage balls before going deer hunting in the fall. Easy to take for lunch. Easier to make. You had no problem whipping them up every other day for breakfast- always packaging a hearty amount in a paper sac next to the coffee maker for your mystery note giver.
This messaging went on for weeks, passing quick notes back and forth. One time, the pad of notes was slid under the kitchen door- but when you walked out to see who had done so, there was no one there..
Only to slide your reply under the doors at 3 am the next morning, unsure of when the mystery note giver would return.
Frankly, you looked foward to the blunt praise of the notes, as well as the polite requests. You soon started paying more attention to those around you, trying to figure out which ranchers got up early enough- who seemed to be the type to write little notes…but it was hard to be a detective when you had another much more important - job to do.
Until, one morning- you passed the barn on your way from your bunk after you had forgotten your jacket…
“Hey pretty girl..how we feelin, huh?”
You suddenly paused- like the deep, husky female tone had stricken you. You hear a horse huff softly, and then you hear the voice again. “I know..last day of the week, then you can have a break..I’ll put some extra apples in your feed..how ‘bout that?”
You slowly lean around the corner to get a look, and you watch the woman stand- fuckin Janna she was tall-
Her hair tied back a little, a cigarillo between her lips as she tightened the saddle strap around her horse. You watched her inspect the leather closely- you guessed to make any notes of wear or rips. You were familiar with horses- but only because your mother was a farrier…
You used to ride with her, your mother..occasionally-help her with the difficult ones that needed their feet trimmed or feed treats to help smooth out the process of hammering metal shoes into their hooves, (which of course- didn’t hurt the animal. It was just keratin after all), but it had been a decade since you’d saddled up. Since you saw her..
You watched the woman tighten her brown leather chaps, rolling her neck with a satisfying crack. Her body was definitely conditioned for her work- hell, she was gorgeous. When she turned to lead her horse out of its stable, your eyes widdened at the sight of her face. Deep lines etched in her dark skin- her eyes had experience. History.
The last realization you made- one you wouldn’t have even mentioned if it weren’t for how badass it looked- was her arm. The prosthetic one, that is…well, maybe both.
It’s copper-toned metal glinted beautifully in the warm but dim light of the barns’ lamps- its joints moved with fluidity, almost claw-like digits clenching in a way that rivaled flesh. Nearly surpassed it. You wondered who this ranch-hand was, and how in the world someone like her ended up in a place like this..
“It ain’t polite to stare.”
You finally heard, realizing the womans’ gaze was on you. Sevika had noticed you merely seconds ago- but she recognized you by your apron, still dusted with flour.
Your mouth felt dry for a second. God, even her demeanor was badass. You were more-so embarassed than flustered.
“M’ sorry, it’s uh- it’s early…you just…you care for your horse well, is all.” You said, stepping out into the open entrance of the barn. You paused, but her silence and raised eyebrow make you awkwardly laugh.
“ sorry, you probably haven’t seen me around here. I’m the cook- Make all the meals and whatnot around here.”
“I know.”
“Oh..uh- really? Didn’t think anyone knew who I was around here”
“You think a ghost was passing you notes?” She asked, lips curved up slightly as she took a deep drag of her cigarillo.
Your eyes widdened a bit, and then you took a step forward- smiling.
“Well I’ll be damned. I’ve been trying to Nancy drew out who’s been my mystery critic was for weeks.” You said, holding out your hand.
“It’s good to finally put a face to yer kind words.”
Sevika paused, metallic arm under her cloth poncho- as if it was a practical effort to hide it…though, she eventually clasped her prosthetic hand into yours- waiting for your awkwardness, or tension, or even disgust..
But you shook her hand proudly- deciding not to make mention of it. It was just an arm- nothin to get all worked up about.
Sevika looked at you, before letting out a little breath of a laugh- letting her arm prosthetic fall to her side, living hand still holding onto her horses reigns.
“Ain’t nothin really, good food brings everyone together- gives em’ somethin to look forward to..names Sevika.” She said.
“Nice to meet ya..I don’t mean to keep you from yer work- but if you’re gonna be coming into the kitchen, sit and have some coffee with me sometime- I’d welcome the company. Not everyone is keen to be up at four in the mornin” you offered.
Sevika was quiet for a second, before nodding. “If I get the time- I will. Someone’s gotta get the herd gathered.” She joked softly, tipping her hat to you.
“Nice you meet ya darlin’”. Her voice was gentle to you, looking you in the eyes before walking around and stepping into the stirrups of her saddle, resting on her horses back, and riding away- cigarillo still between her lips. You watched as she went, smiling softly. You couldn’t help but wonder if she called everyone
Darlin’..
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Like sevika, once you noticed her- you saw her everywhere. She was always in the fields, or by the loading dock helping to herd slaughter or seller cattle into their respective trucks. She rode with her living hand, keeping her mechanical one under her poncho as she rode.
Every time she’d pass you, she’d tip her hat. You’d smile at her, and she’d quickly look away, hiding beneath the shade of her attire in the sun.
Everytime you slept on your front porch, sevika would leave a note for you to get more sleep, and you’d leave one in her tack cabinet that if she wanted to eat- you’d have to work.
It was nice..looking forward to her notes..
One morning, you were sweeping room and singing softly as you began to start your shift.
“Black birds singin’ in the dead of night…” you then hummed out.
You were brewing coffee and had already set out a spread… when you heard her voice.
“Didn’t know you were a musical type.”
You froze, and looked up to Sevika standing a few feet away. You haddnt even heard her come in. “I-I try..can hardly carry a tune in a bucket though..” you chuckle.
“You’re at least better then them men I work with. They sound like howling dogs in heat when they jeer about at bonfires..” sevika said
You laughed softly, and set the broom down, pouring two mugs of coffee “come into the kitchen if you’ve got some time- I got some snacks I made for you to take out into the fields.” You said gingerly, passing through the metal swinging doors.
Sevika grabbed her mug off the counter and followed behind you, finding a spot leaning against a metal prep table as she took a look around the large industrial kitchen. As you brought over a little pack of food. Sevikas eyes widdened a little when she realized the care that you’d put into making sure she was fed well...All wrapped up in cheesecloth with a little bow.
Sevikas face flushed, her cheeks growing pink as she looked up at you. “I-you..you didn’t have to do that..” she said, southern drawl seeping through like honey. You shrugged. “Yeah but…you’re like..the only person around here that, ya know..talks to me.”
You brushed your hair back, walking around the metal prep table and chopping up some carrots. “Makin’ stew tonight..” you smiled, and sevika came over, looking into the comically large stock pot. “Smells good..” she said, you slid the sliced carrots into the pot, and you grabbed a tasting spoon, dipping it into the pot and bringing it up to her.
Sevika looked down at you, and then the spoon- she smiled softly, and took a sip. “Y’ like it?” You asked, before you felt coarse skin graze your cheek, and brush a stray hair out of your eyeline. Sevikas’ warm gaze had you feeling dizzy, heart beating fast as she looked into your eyes “damn near the best stew I’ve ever had..”
You look down bashfully as you try to hide your smile, but sevika pulls your face right back up to meet her eyes again. You suddenly feel your feet feel a bit unsteady, and your back pressed against the steel countertop opposite of the stove-still looking up at her. “You…” you muttered, feeling sevikas large hand smooth across your cheek, holding her thumb against your jaw as her other fingers grazed into the hair behind your ear- palm settling on your neck.
You shuddered. “T-that feels…i-um…I like women…cuz y’ need to know that..” you said quickly- almost as if it was a warning to her…
sevika suddenly paused- before slowly chuckling. “Darlin’ I know.”
You let out a pathetic sigh.
“..you think a straight woman stares down a woman cowboy like you did?…jaw on the floor, eyes wider than a doe in front of a bow..” she chuckled. “If it makes you feel better though..” she said, mechanical arm hissing to life as it moved from beneath her poncho, and caged you against her and the table.
She leaned in close, and you swore you could feel your panties actively dampen. “I tend to be fond of absolutely breathtaking women such as yourself..”
You whimpered softly, she was so close, you could smell the leather and cigarillo smoke against her collar. Dirt and field- horses and sweat-
“Yer gettin me all riled up..” you whispered softly against her cheek.
Her thumb brushed against your cheek once- twice- three times, and she looked into your eyes.
“Can’t make a move unless a ladies’ willin’..” she muttered, and your hands ran up her pearl snap flannel..taking her by the collar.
“I’m plenty willin..” you whispered, before pulling her in. Her lips were a little chapped, you could taste the Tobacco on them..and you liked it. Sevikas hand slowly traced down your body, and squeezed your hip as the two of you kissed each other. You let out a shaky sigh, licking your lips as the two of you pulled away for a quick second- but sevika pulled you back in.
You whined against her lips, licking over the plush bottom one as her mouth opened to accommodate you. You felt her large tongue slide against yours, and you gripped into her collar as you sucked on her tongue, pulling away and nipping at her lips enthusiastically.
“Holy-“ you gasped as you were suddenly lifted, placed on top of the metal countertop. Sevika had a wolfish grin on her face, one you haddnt seen before, you felt like a type of prey- and for some reason- you liked it.
“The hell you learn a trick like that pretty girl?” Sevika asked. You chuckled softly “been around the block a few times..ain’t no buckle-bunny lookin for her next fix..” you said, hands threading in her surprisingly soft hair. Sevika huffed out a laugh. “Mhm..seen the way you lift those flour bags..” she leaned into your ear as her metal claw-like fingers gripped into your hip, her other hand slowly sliding down your flannel to reveal your toned, worked arms underneath.
“I like a woman that won’t take no shit.” She grunted, leaning in to kiss your neck. “F-fuck..” you choke out, gripping against her. “Mn..don’t..don’t y’ gotta get out to the fields soon? What if-“
Sevika sucked into your neck, teeth grazing your pulse as her fingers fumbled with your blue jeans’ button. Sevika was panting, you could feel her tongue graze your skin as she licked her lips. “Darlin…I don’t think you realize how long it’s been since I’ve had someone.” She said, finally pulling back to look at you. Eyes hungry.
..you realized you might be in deeper shit than you originally thought.
Sevika brought you to the edge of the counter top, your boots falling from your feet as the dangled. She glanced down, knowing a good pair of boots shouldn’t be dropped like that.
“S’ fine- they’ve got a shit ton of holes in em’ anyway..” you ramble as your jeans clumped up on the tile floor. “Fuck- what if someone-“
“Darlin…you want me to fuck you or not?” Sevika stated, a little pissy since, well, she wanted to feel what the inside of you felt like.
You nodded quickly, legs spread on the countertop that your inner food-safety inspector would be cringing at. Her fingers were large, hands were large- hell- sevika was large. “Been a while since I’ve done this..” you whispered as sevika pulled your pretty little panties to the side.
“Fuck..I knew your pussy would be perfect the moment I saw you in those damn bootcut jeans..” sevika whispered, and you giggled “sevika, didn’t think you had such a dirty mind..” you teased, before you gasped as she pressed a finger inside you. Effortlessly. “Takes quite a woman to make me think the way I think about ‘cha..” sevika said, her finger moving in and out of you, occasionally spreading your warm slick over your clit.
“Fuck….” You whined softly, you suddenly began to hear voices though- male voices. “Sevik-“ you began, before your mouth was covered by cool metal, and Sevikas fingers plunged into your sweet heat. Your eyes rolled back, legs twitching as you felt yourself go limp against her.
You could hear them, talking about the work day ahead of them- wondering what was for dinner that night- hoping the case of liquor they ordered from Costco would be picked up by their shipment company soon. You then gasped.
Deep, slow, almost brutal thrusts of her fingers rocked your core- the curl of them was almost too much to bear. You pushed her metallic arm out of the way, and pulled her closer- sucking deep, purple bruises into her dark skin. Nipping, biting- you felt like a caged animal. And all you wanted was sevika.
“That’s it darlin, take ‘em like a good girl..” she muttered against your hair, pressing a kiss to your head as you held onto her for dear life. Sevika felt like she was breaking you in almost..she almost couldn’t believe your experience..you were so damn tight.
Eventually, the men’s voices trickled out as they went into the fields- and your head tipped back. “Go on, make some pretty noises for me..” she whispered- thumb pressing and circling your clit. You moaned softly, licking your lips as you looked up at her. “‘Yer gonna be lat-“
You let out a loud moan as sevika thrusted her fingers into you good and hard. “I don’t give a fuck.” She stated, her pace brutal as you felt your stomach flip in that way that made you fuck back against her fingers
“Please- please please please, sevika please-“ you whined, gasping out as your clit was firmly pressed into- and you boiled over.
“That’s it baby girl, ride it out…ride it out..” sevika assured you, fucking you through your orgasm as you twitched and whined in front of her, cum dripping onto the tile floor.
You panted loudly as she held you tight, and you hugged her back.
“Fuckin god…that was the best sex I’ve ever had..” you muttered, looking up to her, before you realized she was getting down on her knees.
“Well, a good cowboy always cleans up their mess.”
Loser!Ellie tries so hard to be quiet. She is usually wordless except the occasional smart mouth remark to a guy in class. Usually never talks..when she’s fucking you- that’s a different story. Ellie cannot physically hold her voice as she fingers you, kissing and sucking on your neck- saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth like a god damn dog.
It’s almost like she gets off everytime your wet cunt squeezes around her middle and ring fingers. She moans and pants and tells you how wet you are, how pretty you look- how amazing you sound. She’s constantly talking, begging.
“Come on- babe- please. I promise I can hold out for you” she begs, knowing that if her mouth is on your clit- she’s gonna cum in five minutes. She always makes the promise she won’t, but she always does. Licking up your juices only a few minutes in- you hear her breathing pick up between the silent licks and sucks against your slick heat.
“Els…I can hear you- you promised..” you say in warning, looking down and watching her hand moving quick In her dinosaur boxers as she fingered herself to the taste of you.
“Ellie..” you warn again, looking down at her with an expectant, almost annoyed expression. She looked up at you, and it was over.
Her eyes rolled back and she let out a loud, throaty groan as she came hard in her boxers. You rolled your eyes slightly- listening to her continue to loudly finger herself for a few more seconds, before you pull her up to look at you by the hair.
“You promised..” you frowned softly, even if you knew this was going to happen. Ellie smiled- eyes half lidded as her boxers became all wet and messy, saliva dripping from her chin. “M’sorry..couldnt help it…
Can we please go again?”
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Loser!Ellie masturbates to the smell of your clothes when you’re not around. While you're out- she’ll casually pick up a t-shirt from your bedroom floor and casually walk back to her room as if she could own the behavior if you caught her (she absolutely couldn't).
She'd sit on her bed and take in the smell of you and your perfume, promising herself that was all she was going to do- but before she’d know it she would be playing with her clit with one hand, and holding your t-shirt to her face with the other.
One unfortunate afternoon, she was desperately humping her pillow- your sleep shirt in her grasp. She suddenly gasped as she felt that coil snap in her abdomen, and she panicked as she felt her bladder twinge in that oh-so familiar feeling that she was about to squirt. Hard.
“Oh fuck-
Shit-
I'm gonna-”
In a panic, she pressed your t-shirt down beneath her and gasped as she came all over your t-shirt, choking on her own moans as she soaked the fabric…
“…Shit.”
When you came home later that day, you walked into Ellie folding laundry on the couch. “Ellie Miller? Doing laundry? Have I sucked your dick and didn't realize it??” you laughed, walking over and kissing her cheek. “Ah- well, I know you had a lot on your plate, wanted to do something useful for once..” she muttered. “Youre more than Useful Els, thank you..” you smiled. “You want burgers for dinner?”
“Uh- fuck yeah.” Ellie responded, folding your freshly washed and dried sleep shirt on your PJs pile and standing up to walk to the kitchen.
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Loser!Ellie will do literally anything you ask. No, literally. Anything.
You want waffle house at 3 Am? All you have to do is sit and wait for her to come back with your chocolate chip waffle and apple juice.
You need help studying? Ellie has already made flashcards. “I don't know what the fuck a parabola is, but you got it right.”
But when she gets a text at work with you in something (or nothing), sexy with the words ‘come home.now.’ you bet your ass she's in her truck before her boss even knows she's gone.
She’ll walk in, dirt stains on her blue jeans as she ties her hair back and washes her dirty hands in the kitchen sink, kicking off her converse at the end of the hall and proceeds to fuck you into the mattress as her boss calls the cellphone she left at her workstation. She’ll have your hips and tits bruised up- and grunt in your ear “yeah? Is it good? Fuck- anything you want darlin- ill give it to ya”
She doesn't care how long it takes, how much or how fast or hard you need her- she’ll give it.
(she once passed out on top of you after going for three hours- but she brushed it off after she woke up)
But a lot of angst, this is a long one lock tf in - Low
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Blowing whistles echoed on the field. Cheers in the stands- the dark of the evening blowing cool wind onto your face.
“WHAT AN ABSOLUTE TRIUMPH FOR THE UNDERCITYS’ UNDERDOGS! A SCORE OF ONE TO FOUR HAS ABSOLUTELY DOMINATED THE NOXIAN FOXES!”
The announcer yelled over head as you hugged your teammate tight for making the goal. “FUCK YEAH!!” Vi screamed, the team coming together for a congratulatory meeting.
“I truly didn’t think we were gonna beat these guys- that second match went on FOREVER.” Gert said
“I know! Did you see all the fucking gear they had?? I think they had some guy with a massage gun on the sidelines I swear to fucking god!” You laughed, vi came up behind the both of you
“GERT! that fucking shot you landed on center was fucking amazing.” Vi yelled, grabbing the woman by the shoulders and shaking her with excitment.
“But did you see her?! That fucking ankle breaker had that girls face in the god damn terf!” Gert laughed, elbowing you as she mentioned the absolute killer move you pulled hearing the end of the game.
Some of your other teammates ran up, water bottles in hand. “But come on- Vi, that goal you made from left field? MWAH! fucking masterpiece. I hope someone got that on camera- that was magic, right guys??”
“That was probably the best god damn goal of the season.” You said, and as everyone laughed and agreed- vi looked at you from across their friend circle, watching your teammates hug you and laugh.
Vi’s cheeks flushed a little, before she patted her teammate on the back and went to walk towards the locker room, hands in her pockets as she looked down at her grass stained shoes.
“Vi!” She heard from the sidelines.
“Coach! hey.” She said, walking up to her and smiling softly.
“Wow Vi, I mean- just wow. That is the BEST you’ve played all season long.” Vi smiled and nodded, smiling proudly “oh- uh-thanks coach”
“I don’t know what you did- but whatever you did, keep doing it. You two did amazing today.” She said, nodding to you- being far too distracted getting hyped up by your fellow teammates.
“You keep this up, you might just beat her for front and center” she smiled, patted vi on the shoulder- and then walked toward the team. “LADIES! great job tonight!! Go ahead and go out and celebrate- we got until three PM to get back on the road!” Vi watched as your coach walked over to you, and she turned- she needed a walk..
You sighed, ready to get the feeling of cum, sweat, and turf off of your body as you stepped off the field. Your friends were already talking about going clubbing in the city again, but you weren’t sure if you were going to join..you had a lot on your mind.
You walked into the locker room, and sighed as you peeled off your sweaty gear, and stepped into one of the shower stalls with your shampoo, conditioner, and body soap, undressing behind the curtains and throwing your underclothes in a pile besides your clean towels just outside of the plastic shielding you from the rest of the locker room.
As the rain-style showerhead poured down onto you, you decided to take your time- mostly relaxing in the hot water and not really bathing yourself at first as you listened to the come and go of your fellow teammates. Slowly, the loud voices trickled away as they all showered off quickly and walked back to the motel a block or two down the road. You thought you were alone, intending to stay until you felt in the right headspace to go back into society.
…
As vi walked, getting herself lost in the halls of the overly large building dedicated to the opposing team- she sighed as she wondered about what her coach said..
She should have been happy. Of course she was happy- the coach said it herself, this was the best vi had ever played. This was a HUGE victory- and it meant that she was one step closer to her goal…
‘I don’t know what you did, but whatever you did, keep doing it.’
The phrase in her head over and over- as if it was to convince her that the sex actually benefited her playing. It was stupid to think like that…but you played good today too, really good. Your instincts as a player had always been..on par, but it was like you could guess what the opposing was going to do before they even did it. It was..inspiring..
Wait- ew- no. She hated you. She hated the way you bit your lip before the whistle blew, she hated how you’d make calling sounds to your teammates when you recognized what part of the field opponents were aiming for, she hated the smile you had when Vi scored- nodding approvingly as you ran back to middle field.
Something made a difference today, and if she was ever going to get to a better place than this, she needed to do better- she needed to BE BETTER.
…
As you showered, you hummed lightly now that you felt alone. You bent down to pick up your shampoo, glancing at the label just to make sure you got the right bottle-
The curtain was suddenly pulled back, and you turned quickly- mouth opened to scream, but Vi covered your mouth with her palm as she walked into the shower and closed the curtain behind her…naked.
Your eyes looked down at the hickeys you had placed on her tits only hours ago, and you pried her hand away from you mouth. “What the hell, Vi?!”
“Shut up. We need to talk.” She said, glancing up to the rain spout shower head “damn this place is fancy, I’ve seen one of these only in rich people mags.” She muttered, and you scoffed.
“Yes, thank you for the riveting conversation I’m sure was absolutely necessary to sneak up on me while I was showerin for- you fucking creep.”
“Whats with you always calling me a creep??”
“Whats with you being a creep?” You retorted, bending down and attempting to pick up your shampoo- but it slipped out of your hands. Vi caught it, and popped the cap.
“Vi! That shampoo is expensive, don’t use my shit-“ you started, before vi pushed your arms down to your sides and poured some on your head- then letting the bottle fall to the ground.
“What the hell are you-“
“Coach said something to me.” Vi said, and you paused as Vi’s fingers scrubbed the shampoo into your scalp. You couldn’t meet her eyes, looking down to your feet nervously. It..weirdly felt nice.
“She..she said the both of us played really good today…me more so than you of course-“
You scoffed.
“-but she said our performance was pretty damn awesome…” she said, words almost..gentle as she ran her sudsy fingers through your hair.
“And..she said that whatever I-… whatever WE did, to keep doing it..” she continued, pulling you toward her to rinse your hair under the stream of water. You closed your eyes as Vi’s fingers ran through your hair.. you stepped out of the water after your hair was rinsed, and you opened your eyes to look at her.
“What…are you even talking about??”
“Let’s…put it in a way you can understand-“
“Prick-“
“In a sciency way- I mean…
neither of us have changed what we ate, or what supplements we took, or what stretches we did before the game like we normally did..the way we played has always been the same..until today..” she continued- picking up the shampoo bottle- and letting some of the soap drip into her hand, scrubbing it into her own head.
“And you and I both know..that we both only changed one part of our routine- and it turned into a…hella positive result.”
Her eyes met yours, before she quickly looked away.
“I mean, one to four, in a finals match? That’s crazy, it’s gotta be some type of record for us..” She rambled slightly- tipping her head into the water and rinsing the shampoo quickly out of her own hair.
She made a grabbing motion to you, and you raised an eyebrow, before you followed her eyes and looked down to the conditioner beside you. You looked back at the woman, and rolled your eyes before you picked up the bottle and tossed it over to her.
“So…what are you suggesting..?” You asked, crossing your arms as Vi massaged conditioner into her hair.
“I’m just saying…maybe some type of..arrangement..could benefit the both of us..before a game- I mean.” She said, though you could tell hesitance was threaded into her tone.
When the pieces finally clicked, you paused.
…
That..
You didn’t expect that. You really- REALLY didn’t expect that.
…you both sat in silence for what seemed like forever.
Vi could almost feel herself shrink- but she didn’t know why she felt so anxious..it was a yes or a no. That’s it. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t have mattered.
You didn’t know what to say, but more so, you didn’t know how to feel..you knew you were pretty great today on the field..but did…what you and vi did together really make all the difference??
You needed to think. Or not think- maybe you needed a drink. That didn’t feel right either. Nothing felt right.
Vi watched as you grabbed your towel and rushed out of the shower- leaving her behind as the water poured down from the spout. She was frozen as she heard you messily dress and leave..you didn’t even pick up your soap bottles.
Vi’s back hit the tile wall suddenly, and she slid down as her fingers slid through her wet hair.
Why…
Why did that hurt so bad?
She bit her lip.
It didn’t mean anything.
She wiped her eyes.
None of this..what the both of you did, meant anything.
She hated you…
. . .
And you hated her.
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You watched as your friends got ready to go clubbing. You were in the city afterall- it made perfect sense to check out the clubs that were bigger and better than any of the dingy bars your team frequented in your colleges town.
“You sure you don’t wanna join us??” Gert asked, oiling the scalp in between her freshly braided cornrows as her other teammates did their eyeliner and adjusted their push up bras.
“Nah- after the whole spiking incident- I think I’m gonna chill here and watch some crime docs or something.” You said, taking a swig out of a can of soda.
“Thanks for letting me borrow your body wash though, can’t believe i left it on the bus..” you said-
Lying through your fucking teeth.
As they grabbed their purses, Jules and Gert smiled at you. “Well- have a good night in!”
“You have a fun night out- text me if you guys need someone to come get you…or if you need me to bail you out.” You chuckled.
“Yeah yeah..” Jules said, starting to walk out the door. She turned to Gert. “Glad I’m not in my room tonight- Vi always watches her action movies hella loud. Been in bed since the game- Said she’s sick.”
You glanced over. Slightly.
“Sick? Her?? She never gets sick..wait, where’s my lipstick?”
“In my purse- hold on let me find it” Jules continued as she looked through her purse.
“That’s what I said. But she looked like shit. Kinda sad- it was weird. She was just kind of sitting there- staring at the ceiling.”
Your heart started beating a little faster.
“She probably ate something bad. She always eats the expired food in our apartment.” Jules chuckled a little bit.
“Yeah probably. Love the girl, but she can never waste food.” Gert said, taking the lipstick out of Jules hand, and waving to you.
“Bye girl! See you tomorrow morning!!” They called back to you.
“Bye..” you said, voice slightly faded as the door closed, and you were left in silence.
It felt like anxiety was coring into your stomach like a worm to an apple. Vi has never gotten so sick she couldn’t party, she was a party animal. Hell- it was such a well known fact that you knew it, even if you cared not to.
…
But why did it matter?
It probably wasn’t because of you..
And even if it was- who gives a shit??
She probably had such a big ego that she’d get her little feelings hurt over a woman not wanting to fuck her.. just being a whiny bitch, like she always was..
…
Damn it.
Vi laid out in bed as the news channel played on the motel TV in the background, eyes watching the ceiling fan spin around and around as she replayed the last couple days in her mind..
Your little whines when you were fucked..
The way your fingers threaded into her hair..
How you always pushed her buttons..
The way you looked at her…
Her hair still smelled like your shampoo- for fucks sake…
How the fuck did she get all..caught up in herself? This was all just her feeling lonely. She haddnt had a girlfriend since..well, Cait. She definitely didnt want to think about Cait- especially since she transferred back to Piltover just a couple months ago.
Being a student athlete- one hardly found time for relationships other than quick hookups. Vi was on more dating apps than she’d like to admit- and while she was (of course) successful, she felt she was ready for something a little more..more. She wouldn’t mind holding a pretty woman past daylight- wouldn’t mind waking up to a not-so-empty bed..
Yeah..she just felt lonely…that’s why it hurt. It wasn’t you. It was Vi….
this wasn’t making her feel better.
She tried to ignore it. Put on the action channel and study the stains in the carpet around her bed.. take a sip of a beer she bought at the convenience store on the corner..
Around midnight- a soft knock echoed from her door.
She ignored it- thinking it was housekeeping or something..
Then came another knock, louder this time. Vi groaned softly, setting her beer down- walking to the door in her boxers and wife beater- and unlocked the latch before opening the door.
When Vi’s eyes met yours, she froze a bit. The both of you stared at eachother as you tried your very hardest to say something. Anything that could make her
you…feel better…
Your voice faded in your throat, and your body moved on its own-
You stepped foward and kissed her, lips locking as her hands found your hips slowly, pulling you in closer. Stumbling back, the two of you fell against the bed- the motel door slowly closing and locking behind you….
It was an agreement. A silent contract filled in the weeks between empty motel rooms and stadium storage closets…
When the tension built up between your constant bickering and arguing- there was (arguably) better ways to blow off steam..
But when you called Vi by her name and pulled her in by her jacket collar- Or when Vi would get so pissed she’d whisper in your ear just how much she was going to ruin you for any other woman later that night?
Both of you followed.
Your team kept progressing- you and Vi were absolutely dominating on the field. You realized how much it worked when your team made it into the NCAA college cup finalists..You hated to admit it, but Vi was right. The sex made all the difference.
Both of you had an outlet for your anger, and the both of you were more focused for conditioning and your games…there was only one game left.
Piltover.
During a three day period- the team got to stay at a Hilton via a grant gifted by the college since well- nobody thought the team was gonna get this far. instead of the crappy motels, there were actual amenities- restaurants, shops, bars, and clubs near by to go to. A whole floor for the team- it was badass.
You and Vi were ready to party.
Bar hopping by ten pm- tacos at twelve, everyone was having a great time. Watching recordings of your guys’ plays over the last couple of weeks- your team cheered for every last one of you. After dinner, the team decided to split into five groups..there were literally almost thirty of you afterall.
You and Vi found yourselves with Gert- given you both got along with her and Jules pretty well- along with a couple more girls.
“Woooow- you two are willing to be in the same vicinity as eachother for me?? Augh! I love you guys so muuuuch” Gert cooed as she smushed the two of you together.
“Ow!- ugh- stop it Gert!!” You laughed out as you pushed away from Vi.
“Yeah get her off me, I am haunted by that god awful gas station perfume.” Vi said- wincing as you punched her in the arm
“It’s a gender neutral fragrance”. You groaned. “And I spent a lot of money on it- it’s how I’m gonna get laid tonight, other than using my charm and having a fat ass-“
“Damnnnn girl- okay!” Jules laughed, vi paused a second- wondering if you were joking as you all made your way down the sidewalk. passing neon signs and clouds of cigarette smoke- you were excited to go dancing.
“Shiiit- look at that place, it looks fucking packed.” Jules pointed out to a club called ‘the dropoff’ and you immediately flashed your ID’s to the bouncer.
The club was fucking amazing. Multiple floors, hooka lounges in the back. A dark, moody dance floor that made you feel like you were, quite frankly, tripping balls. Pretty bartenders, Lemon drops and Yeager bombs, Vi was downing shit before she even knew what it was..
Vi wasn’t a dancer.
Like, she really didn’t. Felt weird- her Rhythm could only apply to practice drills, and maybe knowing how to carry a tune in a bucket. She felt helpless on the dance floor- and didn’t mind sitting at the bar and people watching…
But you were…something else. Truly.
She watched the flashing lights cascade around your outline and shade your face, hair moving with you in the shadows of the heavy bass and the thick fog of vapor. She watched you move- aimlessly yet so fucking matched….
And for a quick second- she could see your face as you turned, smiling in the spotlight…
You were alluring- making Vi wanna go to you, pull you close- and drown herself in that special little fragrance you had on tonight…because you were right. You were gonna get laid tonight, and vi plans to be the only woman that’s gonna lay you down..
But..Vi was going to hold herself back, stay in her lane and watch the hypnotizing way you moved….
But then you caught her eyes from across the floor, and the way vi was looking at you had you feeling hot. You looked her up and down- and Vi was ruined.
Vi was on the dance floor in a matter of seconds, pulling you close. “I’m gonna embarrass you..” She muttered in your ear, her warm breath gracing the shell of your ear like a god damn prayer. You spun around, leaning back against her “well then you better make it worth my while then..”
Vi held your hips from behind as you two rocked against each other. The loud music, the alcohol, Vi’s heavy breaths against your neck. God- you wanted this woman. You pressed back against her- and you leaned back against her shoulder, grinding your ass against her front as you danced.
“Fuck…” you whined, feeling Vi’s lips sloppily press against your neck, hand moving down to grip your ass tight as the both of you moved against each other to the beat of the music. “Sweetheart...” she muttered against your ear. Your face flushed, heart beating faster whenever she called you names like that..hand raising to run your fingers through her hair, gripping into her locks as the two of you danced. “Mn…yeah pretty?” You teased against her ear.
Vi let out a shaky sigh, and palmed you, fingers dragging slow up your body as she sucked a hickey behind your ear. She didn’t care who could see them- didn’t want to hide how much she wanted you. The last ten times of sneaking off was so fucking hot, but exhausting. You wanted each other loud. “Let’s get out of here- yeah?”
“Fuck yeah..”
You were already working on Vi’s belt before you even got off the elevator, kissing eachother messily as the two of you stumbled into Vi’s hotel room. Neither of you could even walk back- you were drunk- but that wasn’t the problem. The two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other long enough to walk- ending up in a taxi just to go down a couple blocks…
Didn’t matter.
Unlocking the door, vi pushed it open, the two of you stumbling in the dim room with heavy pants on your breaths “bed.” Vi stated, pushing you back onto the edge. She dropped to her knees like you had devastated her.
You had.
“Fuck- vi I’m probably all sweaty and shit.”
“Don’t care.”
“Vi-“ you started, before hearing the loud rip of fabric.
“Wha- did- did you just rip my panties??”
Vi looked up- and you were done for. On her knees, in between your legs- and looking up at you with lust in her eyes…and maybe something else. Something you liked.
“yeah..” Vi panted, eyes flickering between your face and your bare pussy- right in front of her. You bit your lip at her expressions, she was practically drooling at the sight of you.
You threaded your fingers into her hair. “What is with you and ripping my clothing- AH!” Your fingers gripped tight as vi licked a long stripe up your clit.
“God- been wanting a taste of you all fuckin night..” vi groaned, hands on your outer thighs as she pulled your body closer to her face.
She laps at your pretty pussy like it’s her only purpose, tasting you and pleasing you. You let out broken gasps and moans as her tongue circled your clit- lips enclosing around it as saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.
You were already shaking. Damn this woman, damn her for giving you the best sex of your life every.single.time. Damn her for looking at you like that. That look made your heart race, made you want to see her again and again- made you want to hold on and never let go.
You pushed her back.
“Wha-?”
“Kiss me. Kiss me now.” You stated, pulling her by her collared shirt onto the bed with you.
Your lips felt like heaven to Vi. She couldn’t even deny it. You were..annoying- god- you were annoying…but the chemistry was amazing. You knew where Vi was before Vi even acted. On the field, in bed, day-to-day.
Hell, the two of you could give each other a look across the room- and it was like an entire conversation. You just got vi.
“S-shit-“you hiss slightly as Vi bit your shoulder.
Vi paused, the two of you panting “Sorry- did I-
“No no- it’s uh- it’s fine.”
“You sure?” She asked softly, moving up to look down at you.
“I..”
“If you don’t want to, we can stop-“
“No!..Hell no. It’s just..”
“Yeah?” Vi asked softly.
“I..wanna go slow, this time.”
“Slow?” Vi repeated, smiling down at you, red hair framing her face.
You looked at her, and covered your eyes with your palm. “Shut up..”
“Pfft, I ain’t sayin’ shit…we can go slow.” Vi said, tone assuring.
“Yeah?”
“What, you think I’m incapable?” She raised an eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes.
“Yes, actually.”
“Uh! Offended!” She said, cupping your cheek. “I can go slow..” she started, kissing your lips tenderly. “And…soft.” She muttered as she gently kissed down your neck. “And..gentle..”
Your breath hitched as she lightly kissed and sucked at your nipples, blowing cool air to each bud as you writhed slightly. “S-shit..” you muttered, glancing down to Vi’s perfect body- the muscles in her arms and back flexing beautifully in the mirror placed on the wall across from the bed. Strong hands holding you tight, red hair trailing down her body and framing her large clit.…damn this woman for having the body of a Greek fucking goddess.
You reached out to touch her, but she grabbed your hand. Your eyebrow cocked in confusion, and she looked up at you. “What?” “Don’t you wanna..”
“Don’t worry about me.” Vi stated nonchalantly., looking to your eyes before looking away.
“I wanna make you feel good..” she said softly as she spread your legs, bringing one to rest over her shoulder. You let out a small giggle. “When the hell did you become so sweet..?”
Vi’s face was flushed. “Shut it…now spit on my fingers so I can make you cum..” she said, leaning over you as you took her fingers in your mouth, tongue lapping out against the digits as you let your saliva drip from your tongue.
“F-fuck..” she whispered, hand sliding down your body, her fingers slipping against your soft folds as she thumbed your clit.
Your head fell back slightly, eyes fluttering shut.
“Janna’s tits Vi…just- right there…fuuuck..good..hah…good girl..” you slurred out, and Vi but her lip. Hard. She liked that phrase a LOT more than she realized.
“Christ..” she whispered, watching your expressions as her fingers worked tight circles on your clit. She licked her lips lightly, and you opened your eyes to look up at her.
“No..no comeback? Think you're going soft on me Vi…” you whispered to her, and she rolled her eyes with a bashful smile. “Aint going soft..you wanted slow, I'm giving it.” she muttered.
Small gasps, hushed curses, and short praises littered the room as Vi slowly slipped her fingers inside, thrusting them in and out slow and steady- curling them just right in time with her thumbs movements.
“Just like that Vi, shit, you feel so fucking good..”
You were unbelievably wet, practically dripping as Vi’s fingers thrusted faster. Vi could feel herself, pulsing- wanting…yearning.
“K-keep talking” Vi whispered, fingers moving faster as your juices leaked out onto the bed. She knew you rambled a little- knew you couldn't keep your mouth shut once things got hot and heavy. She's memorized you.
“Oh god- please Vi-”
“Hah… you're- you're so pretty Vi..”
Vi kissed inner part of your leg. “Thats it..talk to me.”
You felt as if you were a sinner, confessing to Vi like she would absolve you from your mortal doings- you felt like you were worth something under her touch.
“Shit- I- I love the way you touch me Vi. You're..youre fucking amazing..” you panted, pushing back on her fingers, looking into her eyes. You couldn't stop yourself- you were too far gone.
“And I love the way you look out for everyone when we go clubbing-”
“Pfft-”
“And-and I love the way you look at me- the way you hold me, the way you kiss me-”
Vi's eyes widdened slightly, she wondered if you were just drunk…you had to be..
“G-go on- right on my fingers babes..” Vi muttered, face flushed.
“Youre so pretty, and sweet- and stupid and hot and dumb and perfect- oh fuuck..” you rambled, tears dripping from the corners of your eyes as your back arched off the bed.
Your eyes found hers, and you couldn't take it anymore.
“Vi-I-“
Vis mouth went dry as she looked into your eyes.
“I-“
Fuck.
“Vi- I love-“
Vi’s eyes widdened as you threw your head back in ecstasy. You practically screamed out her name as your mouth spoke words you didn't even realize you had.
“I LOVE YOU!”
Your eyes rolled back, and your hips bucked with every wave of your orgasm- and you saw white.
…
The silence was deafening.
You opened your eyes to look up at Vi, and she looked down to you with an expression you could only categorize as horror. You suddenly felt far too exposed, feeling empty as Vi pulled her fingers out of you. She only stared at you. You wished she would yell. Insult you- make it a joke, laugh.
But she didn't.
She just..stared.
Your eyes started to cloud with tears.
“Sorry.” you stated, looking down at the white sheets. You suddenly felt compressed- like you needed to move. You needed to leave. “Sorry- I'm sorry-” you choked out as you redressed. You couldn't even look at her as you left, the hotel door slamming behind you.
You went to your room down the hall- only a few were back from clubbing- your friends haddnt come back yet.
You don't know why you said it. You don't know. It felt right? You couldn't figure the logic, didn't know if you wanted to. Not right now. You needed to get out.
You changed into your drill clothes, and grabbed your ball. You needed to run. Needed to drill until your couldn't breathe.
And that's exactly what you did.
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Yo hey, this was a long one cuz I realized halfway through this should have been like- two parts but do you know how hard it is to copy and paste something on this god forsaken app??
Anyway, part 4 should be posted In a couple days. Since this series is almost over, gimmie some requests. - low
Gonna release the 3rd part of the hate your guts series tomorrow. It was supposed to be the last- but I’m gonna have to make a fourth. Wish me luck- this part is as long as my cock on a Thursday night…wait what day is it again? Where’s my strap-“
