you should’ve known better than to let rafe convince you onto the boat.
not when he had that look in his eye — the one that said he already decided how this was going to go.
the water rocked gently beneath you, sun dipping low, everything warm and golden… and rafe was way too close, hands braced on either side of you like he owned the space. like he owned you.
“relax,” he murmured, smirking when you didn’t move away. “no one’s out here.”
yeah. right.
his fingers dragged slow along your waist, teasing, testing — like he wanted a reaction. like he knew he’d get one. and when you finally grabbed his wrist, trying to steady yourself more than stop him, he just laughed under his breath.
cocky. always so damn cocky.
“you act like you don’t want this,” he said, leaning in closer, voice low enough to send a shiver straight through you.
the boat creaked softly as he shifted, the space between you disappearing completely. it was dangerous how easy it was to get pulled into him — the heat, the tension, the way his grip tightened just slightly when you didn’t push him away again.
and then—
voices.
distant at first.
then closer.
way too close.
rafe froze for half a second, then glanced past you… and broke into the most ridiculous grin.
“well,” he muttered, not moving back nearly as much as he should have.
you turned your head just in time to see another boat cutting across the water — john b at the front, jj loud as ever, pope and kie behind him… and sarah right there with them.
your stomach dropped.
“rafe—”
too late.
jj definitely saw. the way his head snapped, the yelling starting instantly—
“YO?? IS THAT—”
john b trying (and failing) to steer while looking over, kie covering her mouth, pope already shaking his head like of course this is happening.
and sarah—
sarah staring straight at the two of you, eyebrows raised, somewhere between disbelief and she is never letting this go.
meanwhile rafe?
completely unfazed.
he leaned in just enough, voice brushing your ear like nothing had happened.
“told you no one important was out here.”
you shoved at his chest this time, heat rushing to your face while the pogues’ boat drifted past, the chaos fading into laughter and shouting behind you.
rafe just chuckled, grabbing your wrist before you could move too far.
“relax,” he said again, softer now — but still smug. always smug.
“they’ll get over it.”
note: there is seriously not enough season one rafe cameron content on tumblr and i will be fixing that immediately .
This is chapter 20 of my Abby x Reader/oc fic called ‘Suffer Does The Wolf, Crawling To Thee’ on Ao3 (link👈🫶)
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You spent the day pacing. Fidgeting. Not able to sit still as the hours stretched on and on. Maybe it was the rush of emotions from your nightmare, or something else entirely but you had the sickest feeling in the pit of your stomach that something was just, wrong.
Her cold gaze as she turned away from you yesterday was like knife digging into you. You should’ve kept your composure, you should’ve walked away from Holly, but fuck anybody who would even try to talk about Abby like that.
Your blood boiled.
You hadn’t even realised how protective you’d become over her.
But then you thought of Jackson. How you yelled at Owen for letting her run off in the snow on her own, how even after you watched her brutally beat Joel slowly to death you only wanted to take that hurt she was feeling away from her, that deep rooted pain that festered inside her for years, bleeding raw.
You’d hold it in your hands if she let you, and you’d tell her that it doesn’t mean she’s broken.
You thought of how you threw yourself at that bloater underground, desperate to pry her away from that monster that almost teared her apart, even if it risked your own life because you couldn’t bare to watch it happen.
And then yesterday, Hollys cruel remarks at Abby, designed to hurt you. The lowest hanging fruit she could tease at and you took the fucking bait like an idiot.
You pace circles around your bedroom picking at the skin around your nail, growing more impatient by the second, just waiting for Abby to come through your door like she always did after a long day to find her rest and comfort with you.
Your ears snap to attention when you hear voices and footsteps shuffle past the outside of your door, you rush to open it as the people who live in the apartment down the hall continue walking, you scan over them, muddy, dirty, tired.
They just got back from an assignment.
You rush through the halls back to Abby and Manny’s door, knocking frantically.
‘Helloo?’?’ You call, knowing how crazy you probably look right now but anxiety never has been a rational thing has it? And right now the only conciliation to your raging thoughts was to make sure she was okay. Even if she didn’t want to talk to you, you just needed to see her, alive.
The door opens and a wave of relief washes over you, if only for a moment.
‘Woah, hey, did something happen? Or are you just trying to break my door down for fun?’
Manny stood on the other side of the door.
‘I need to see Abby. Please…’ Your breathing was heavy, words coming out almost breathless.
‘She’s uh… not here’ He says rubbing the back of his neck, looking away from your gaze.
‘What? Where is she?! Why isn’t she back?’
Manny peers down the hallway a second then pulls you into the apartment, closing the door behind the two of you.
‘Ok, I need you to not freak out’ He says to you with his hands raised, palms facing outward, your eyes blown wide filling with panic, thinking the absolute worst case scenario, that your dream was some sick premonition you were always going to lose her.
‘Owen’s missing’ he said with a pause, watching your face carefully as you wait for the part where he tells you she’s gone.
‘She snuck out to the aquarium to find him’
Your eyes search his, waiting for more, waiting for the worst part, but that was it. Your breaths start to slow as you take in what he said, your vision returning to a normal focus.
‘She’s alive?’ You ask, voice small.
‘Wha- Alma what’s going on? Of course she’s alive?’ He places a hand on your shoulder as you slumped forward, finally releasing all the tension that’s had your wound up all day.
‘I- I don’t know Manny but I- I had this dream last night and I thought something bad happened and I-‘ You rambled in circles, a cacophony of thoughts spilling out of your mouth faster than you can think them.
‘Woah Alma, Okay. Breathe for me yeah? Can you do that?’ He leads you over to the couch and helps you sit down.
‘Just take deep breaths okay?’ It’ll be okay, Abby’s okay I promise’ You sink into the couch breaths coming out in broken shakes.
‘I need to see her’ You whisper.
‘She should be back tomorrow-‘
‘No Manny. I need to see her, now’ You stand from the sofa and head towards the door.
‘You said the aquarium right?’ You said over your shoulder looking back at Manny.
‘Yeah but- Alma. You can’t sneak out, it’s almost curfew’
You turn to him, your face saying everything he needs to know, jaw set tight, eyes burning and he rolls his eyes.
‘You and her both, I swear. The same god damn look’
He groans following you out the door without any more hesitation.
~~~
You burst into your room, hands moving fast, throwing whatever you thought you needed into your bag. Your water bottle, some food, medical supplies and for some reason without much thought, you grabbed your journal.
Manny took you through the back end of the stadium, empty echoey corridors. You check over your supplies, hand hovering to your pistol, lower to your pocket knife, the flashlight fixed to the front of your bag. Manny stops in front of a door.
‘Okay, this is as far as I can take you, but once you get outside make a left and keep going till you hit a main road. It’s pretty far from here but hopefully that’ll mean she’ll be there by the time you make it’
You put your hand on his shoulder ‘Thank you. You’re a good friend Manny’
He clicks his tongue ‘Aww come on Almita, you know I can’t handle when you get all soft with me’ You giggle quietly, pulling back and reaching for the door handle.
‘You know…’ You stop turning back to him. ‘You still owe me a drink’
His face frowns for a second before snapping to the memory.
‘Ah! From after the hoard?’
‘Mhmm’
‘Tell you what, when you get back we’ll have another movie night, my shout’ You laugh as you turned the handle opening the door.
‘As long as you don’t run off again like last time’
‘Yeah…Alright, alright’ He says rolling his eyes.
‘No, I want you to promise’ You lean against to open door waiting.
‘I promise Alma’
And with that, you left the stadium heading off towards the setting sun on the horizon.
~~~
The first half of your journey was easy, walking through areas that are patrolled regularly where most of the infected were already cleared and is too close for Scars to roam.
As you got closer to the marina however, things became less simple. The roads were split and the rising rivers made for dangerous rapids that ran through the lower levels of the highways. You cut through an old office building off the side of the highway, hoping it’ll lead you closer without having to find a boat or god forbid, swim.
You drop through the window, keeping low, movements slow and precise. Sidestepping broken glass on the floor, you click your flashlight on to peer down the hallway.
It’s dark, cold and seemingly empty. You still reach for your pistol holding it in front of you with both hands, ready to pull it up when needed.
The warm light of the final rays of sun wash over the empty office stalls, illuminating the dust that floated stagnant in the air. You search through the floor for any remaining supplies, the silence in the building was almost deafening, which is why when you heard the slightest shuffle behind you, your blood ran cold.
You stepped slowly, making your way to the end of the room, shuffling following you quietly. You listened carefully, crouching slowly behind a cubicle, trying to make out any sounds you could to get an idea of how many infected were sharing the space with you, but the silence rung out.
You didn’t have much time till you knew you’d be ambushed by stalkers.
Your eyes dart around the room looking for an exit when you spot a door a little ways ahead that looked like it might lead to a staircase. Your feet move slowly across the floor, keeping low to the ground, your heartbeat was beating thrumming through your body as you passed cubicle after cubicle, checking every corner your eyes could find until the stalker on your tail decided it had followed you for long enough and out of the silence the screech rang in your ear, closer than you thought you’d let it get to you, almost feeling the vibrations of it’s call.
It pinned you to the ground in an instant but you were ready for it, pocket knife already in your hand plunging into the side of its skull just as quickly as it pinned you down, twisting the knife, pulling it out and back through its skull a few more times before you could kick it off you.
The commotion from the first encounter caused a chain reaction, and now you were a few seconds away from being swarmed, bolting down the hallway turning back every few moments to sink a bullet into one of the many infected that were running towards you. You didn’t have time to think about anything, about what might happen if you couldn’t make it out of there because you were running on pure adrenaline.
As the door at the end of the hallway approaches you say a silent prayer to yourself, not that you ever believed in any higher power, but in a desperate effort to gather some form of strength for what you were about to do.
You whip your body around and face the oncoming group of stalkers, five of them. Pistol aimed, feet planted firmly on the ground, you pull back the trigger over and over, aiming right for the head.
Dropping one… two… three… four of them with a kind of precision you had almost forgotten you had, you had almost forgotten your own strength you’ve always carried with you.
Right as the last stalker comes hurdling towards you, you grip you pistol tight cocking your arm back for a swing and right when it’s close enough, you follow it through with your whole body slamming the base of the handle into the side of its skull, and just as it stumbles from the impact you aim right for it’s head, close enough that when you pulled the trigger it’s rotten flesh splattered up the wall of the hallway.
You stand still, unmoving barring from your heavy gasps for air as the room stills. You wait for just a moment longer, listening.
‘Oh… thank fuck…’ you breathed out, letting your body relax.
Opening the door thankfully did lead to a stairway, following it down you exit the building. The sun had set long ago now and for a moment you had lost your bearings weaving through the broken highway littered with empty cars, some overgrown with vines.
Rain began to fall against the pavement ahead of your path filling the air with the smell of petrichor and cement.
Up ahead you spot an old shipping container yard, at the very least you could take some shelter there for a moment, before moving on.
The rain had soaked through your clothes by the time you get to the fence surrounding the yard causing the occasional tremble from the cold, hair sticking to your face you lock the toe of your boot through a gap in the chain link fence hauling yourself over and down in front of a large wooden crate.
The path ahead now, a maze through large empty metal containers that echoed the rain as it fell over them.
You moved to continue forward out from behind the crate, when suddenly you are pulled back by a large pair of hands grabbing you from behind and your eyes shot wide, panic filling back through you as your adrenaline surges one more time. One of the hands pull you back covering your mouth the other grips the side of your arm and your free hand pulls out your pocked knife ready to sink it into whoever was behind you till your back sinks flush against a familiar feeling, and a familiar voice whispering a low ‘shhhh’ into your ear.
You loosen your grip on your knife before you even need to turn around to see her and she slowly releases you from her grasp. You turn around slowly and you eyes land on Abby, just as soaked from the rain that you were, her eyes wide with shock, anger, confusion, brows furrowing as she searches for face for a moment.
‘What the fuck are you doing here Alma?’ voice muffled slightly by the rain, but hearing her voice was all you needed to crack open the dam that had held all your worries and fears since you woke this morning.
‘I was looking for you…’ your voice came out smaller, more fragile, more desperate than you intended it to.
She pulled back. ‘What? Why?’
Your chest was rising with heavy breaths, eye swelling with tears that were masked by the rain and the absence of the sun that had now long since set over the horizon.
Abby stared straight through you. Eyes sharp, searching for something that could possibly offer her a rational explanation for you following her out here, but what could you even tell her? That you had a dream you held her cold lifeless body under you and that it seemed so real you would’ve torn yourself apart over it? That you were scared of something happening to her?
‘…I- I just-‘ your voice catches in your throat as your eyes look her over pulling to a stop when they land on something that wasn’t there yesterday.
A large rope burn that stretched across her neck and your hand reaches for it on instinct, slowly rising up towards her before her had grips hard onto your wrist holding you back.
‘Abby… what the fuck happened?’ Neither of you pull your hands away, yours stay raised just inches from touching her and hers stays firm around your wrist holding you back, but not pushing you away.
‘It’s nothing Alma, I’m fine’
‘Abby…’ you plead, testing her grip on you slightly, trying to move closer to her again and her hand goes slack letting you reach gently for her neck. She turns her face away as you slowly run the tips of your fingers just under the mark.
‘You give me shit every patrol’ You say with a shake of your head, hand still running along her neck slowly, her chest starting to rise and fall as her breaths get deeper from trying to steady herself, her rising emotions.
‘… and then you sneak out, alone, getting yourself in trouble. Abby what if something happened?’
‘Well it’s good thing nothing happened then’ She snapped swatting your hand away from her.
‘But it almost? Right?’
She went quiet, looking away from you again and the two of you sat in the tense silence for another moment as the rain continued to batter down over you, hazing everything in the distance.
‘Stay here’ She snapped at you. Eyes wide ‘I’m going to make sure up ahead is clear’ And before you could say anything she took off.
You lent your back against the crate tilting your head back, letting the rain fall across your face, feeling the drops as they gently hit your skin. You listen to the echoes of Abby’s gun firing in the distance muddled with the sound of the metallic clanging of the rain hammering onto the nearby shipping container.
When silence fell over your ears you used all your restraint to stay where you were, eyes closed, hand over your chest to feel your breath rise and fall and after what felt like way too long the sound of wet heavy footsteps brought Abby back in front of you.
‘C’mon, the aquarium isn’t far from here’ She says as she takes off through the maze of metal and crates. You haul yourself to your feet and follow her in silence, waiting for her to break the rift that is still hanging between you, but she never does.
You follow her through the fallen debris of a highway, weaving through old rusted cars and road dividers, the image of the ferris wheel loomed closer ahead of you. An unmissable landmark. You kept a few paces behind her, watching her move through obstacles in your way. The swing of her braid against her back and the way her rain soaked clothes clung tight against her body showing all of her sculpted strength through the fabric.
~~~
Dropping down from a collapsed bridge brought you right in front of the aquarium entrance. You took in the area as Abby tried the front door calling out for Owen through the cracks in the glass above the door.
‘Let’s try the back’ she said mostly to herself, thinking out loud.
A locked door, and a few perfectly aimed bricks later you and Abby had made it into the aquarium. The inside was wet and cold, as you walked through the hallways the blue hue from the tanks made everything feel even colder. Each passing moment felt less likely you would find Owen in here, you both started calling out for him down the empty halls till you reach a door that opened up to an outdoor stadium, lined with seats facing a large pool of water in the centre, and docked off the side of the pool was a boat. Warm light leaking out from its windows.
‘Abby! I think I found him’ you call over your shoulder as she walks up behind you, following your gaze to the boat on the water.
‘Of course’ she says through an exhale.
You follow her into the boat slowly, watch her take a seat on the lounge to the left of you. Owen hunched over in the middle of the floor. He avoids your eyes at first, then he explains what happened, why he ran away out here.
You admittedly didn’t know much about why Abby had to follow him out here but when he confessed to shooting his patrol partner it all became much more serious than you could’ve guessed.
How would any of you return to the stadium now?
Your eyes search over Abby as she listens to him, her eyes occasionally flicking up to yours.
Then Owen talks about a Scar, one he couldn’t kill. The way the man looked him in the eyes, the way his patrol partner Danny wouldn’t let him off the hook for not pulling his trigger, and Abby’s eyes snapped to yours, this time longer than a moment because this story sounded all too familiar now.
Owen continued, ‘I’ve killed a lot of scars… but this one guy… I just couldn’t do it’
‘Danny pointed his gun at me and…’
Abby gets up, pacing around the room ‘you defend yourself, okay? It’s fine I can explain to Issac-
‘I’m tired Abby! I’m tired of fighting over land I don’t give a fuck about anymore!’ Owen pleads.
A beat of silence passes.
‘I’m leaving. I’m going to Santa Barbara’
‘To chase a rumour?’ Abby cocked her head down at him.
‘What’s in Santa Barbara?’ You cut in.
‘He thinks the fireflies are regrouping there’
‘I’ve heard it more than once Abby’
Your brows pull in slightly, thinking.
‘Well why not go? Surely it’s better than living in the middle of a war out here?’
‘Since when were you so against all of this?’ Abby folds her arms, her frustration starting to simmer.
‘I’m not against anything Abby! But don’t you think there’s more we could be doing with our lives?’ Your voice starting to raise.
‘What fucking lives Alma?!?’ Abby shouts, the silence following her words ring out for a moment before Owen shuffles to his feet.
‘You know what?’ He walks over to the sink next to where you are standing, putting his mug down. ‘I could have this boat fixed in like what? 2-3 days? Whether either of you come or not, I’m going either way’
‘I’m done with this’ His words final, walking out of the boat leaving you alone with Abby’s now slowly rising rage.
‘Don’t you want something more than this Abby?’ You plead.
‘Come on Alma you can’t be serious. Santa Barbra?!’
‘And what if there’s nothing out there? Then what?’
‘Abby. I’m not a soldier like you. I’ve tried to be, I’ve tried to be like you and-‘
‘Like me?’ She repeats at a whisper, arms dropping to her sides, her face contort with a slight hurt.
‘I can’t do what you do Abby!’ You voice somewhere between frustration and desperation.
‘I can’t kill hundreds of people every day and still go to be bed at night! I can’t spend years of my life tracking down one man who killed my family just to torture him till-‘
And before you could finish, Abby’s rage had peaked past her strength to hold it back and she shoved you against your shoulders back against the cupboards behind you with a grunt, you push back against her on instinct as her hands curl into fists around the fabric of your shirt you clutch at her arms, her shoulders, anything you could to hold her back but your back slammed against the cupboards a second time, this time harder.
Between you, your breaths catch, heavy and full of heat, till you reach for her hair, past her neck your fingers shot against her scalp pulling her head back and somewhere in the small space between the moments, the heat of her anger melted into a heat of another kind, with her grasp still tight on you, your eyes search each other. You don’t want to fight her, you don’t want to hurt her, and as her grip loosens, breaths between you becoming faster, her hands open slowly against your body, palms flat against your chest and as you loosened your grip in her hair giving her the slack to move. It was in a second before her lips crashed into yours, hands roaming in a frantic desperate need for you, bodies pressed back against the wall as the warmth of her mouth envelopes you. Abby pressed her lips firm into yours parting them open, deepening the kiss as her tongue moves to meet yours, swirling in a dizzying dance of heat and desire.
You felt your hands tremble as they held her, running down the length of her back, pulling her in by her hips. Desperate to feel every part of her against you all at once. Abby’s hunger for you was an impossible force that couldn’t be overcome anymore. Her hands fumble at the hem of your shirt before breaking away from the kiss to pull the still damp fabric over your head, discarding it without even half a thought, crashing back into you like she was starved for you, her only thought was you, as her hands run down your bare back she pulls you forward and you stumble into the side of the table pulling at the hem of Abby’s shirt, needing to pull away from her for another agonising moment to strip her of her shirt.
Before her shirt had even hit the ground Abby crossed her arms in front of her gripping at the bottom of her bra before ripping it off over her head and the second her arms made room for you, you delved into the crook of her neck, snaking one arm around her back to pull her chest flush with yours, head spinning in the heat of her skin and breaths, while your other hand runs along the length of her torso, feeling every inch of her strength tensing under your fingertips, palming at the peak of her breast rolling her hardened nipple under your thumb as you sunk your teeth into the side of her neck.
Abby gasps at the sudden pressure, arching into your touch further, her hands still all over your body, holding anything she could reach, anything she could get her hands on till you feel her touch trail lower, as she fumbles with the buckle of your belt. It’s all too much for either of you to hold back from anymore as each breath and each gasp turning more desperate by the second. She unbuckles your belt and in one motion she pushes both your pants and your underwear down to your ankles, in a daze that you try to steady for a moment you kick them off along with your boots.
Your eyes land on hers, and you watch them move as she trails them lower, feeling the heat of her gaze without her even needing to touch you. She watches you with reverence as you unclip your bra letting the final piece of clothing fall to the floor, baring all of yourself to her. All of your scars that mapped across your body, her eyes trailed over them first before her hands followed, running them across your chest, and down your stomach and inching lower that your breath had begin to stutter. Your hands move slowly now, only for a moment, as they find her waist again, her skin still damp from the rain and now the sweat from the heat between you. You unbuckle her belt as your inched closer to her again meeting her lips only softer this time. Savouring their soft warmth against you pushing down against the hem of her pants, just low enough to give you access.
Without warning you deepen the kiss again moaning into her as your hand trails down her body, passing a patch of coarse hair before finding her heat between her legs, and her whole body shook for a second as you slid your finger down through her soaking wet folds.
You start slow, running up and down the full length of her slick circling her clit with barely any pressure when you reach to top before dipping back down.
‘Fuck…’ you whisper just under your breath when you feel her tightening around the emptiness inside her when your finger hovers over her entrance, but you don’t give her what she wants yet, you keep exploring her slowly till she’s trembling with a need so desperate her breathing devolves into soft whines and whimpers.
‘Fuck Alma… please…’ she pleads against your lips and your pull away to watch her, because how could you possibly keep her from what she wants? Maybe under different circumstances you wouldn’t be so merciful to her begging but this was months of simmering tension and almost’s. Every bit of your restraint dissolved between the heat of your bodies.
You press against her entrance slowly, watching over her face, the way her eyes begged you without words and it cracked something deep within you open as you pushed two fingers into her, finally relieving her ache, her eyes shot wide letting out a guttural moan that you quickly stifled with your mouth, letting her moan into you as you fucked her slowly, but unwavering, never faltering in your pace but never giving her more either, keeping her right on the edge of her pleasure without it being too much she could tip over that edge. At least not yet.
Her hands grasp you firm trying to ground herself as she loses herself in the feeling, rocking her hips forward to chase more but you press her hips down against the edge of the table holding her in place, forcing her to feel every slow and purposeful movement of your fingers inside her.
The breathy sounds of her soft whimpers grow into ragged involuntary moans against the shell of your ear as you continue kissing down her neck and the sound of the growing desperation in her voice only increases your own heat swelling at your core, sending shivers down your spine.
You needed more. You needed her like she was your only lifeline.
You withdraw your fingers causing Abby to whine out against your temple, her lips ghosting over the side of your face. You pull her away from the table and push her down back onto the couch against the side of the room.
Falling to your knees in front of her you slow your pace down. As the frantic whirl of the initial heat simmers in the space between your bodies now, you wanted to savour this. You needed to, you needed to carve every moment, every touch, every breath into your memory, praying to overwrite the ones you’re better off forgetting now.
You untie her boots, slowly, watching her as her breathing never settles, her hunger for you only growing as you undress the rest of her. Tossing her boots to the side and sliding her pants and underwear down together in one slow motion down her legs, letting your fingers linger against her skin as you made your way down.
You sat in front of her, leaning back on your heels before leaning forward, crawling closer to her, eyes burning with a deep hunger as hers burned back. You place both hands on her knees and slowly pry apart her legs, eyes never leaving hers as your palms slide down from her knees to her inner thighs, holding her there, open for you as you sit up slightly to find her lips again.
Abby leant down to meet you halfway in a slow, warm kiss that made your core pulse with heat.
You let your mouth trail lower, down her neck again in slow torturous open mouth kisses against her skin trailing all the way down till you stop just above where she needs you, just above where you need too.
But instead you let your eyes gaze over her as they found her soaking core, dripping wet with need as your fingers spread her open slightly gazing at her pussy like it was a work of art. You drag your thumb slowly up the length of it rubbing gently against her large swollen clit at the top, throbbing and erect with arousal.
‘Fuck- are you just gonna tease me all night?’ She whined above you, words almost coming out as a sob.
‘No baby, I’m sorry’ You coo looking up at her as she writhes in borderline agony from your teasing.
‘You’re just so beautiful like this’ you whisper almost like a trance, your eyes fall back down between her legs before you finally take her in, your mouth finding her heat as you run your tongue up through her folds, groaning into her almost immediately as the sharp taste hits your tongue, her hand flying to the back of your head, gripping into your hair while you lap at her, moaning into her pussy, pathetic and needy on your knees for her.
She bucks her hips into you chasing the friction, hand gripping tighter in your hair pushing your face further into her, using you as her hips begin to roll faster, fucking herself against your face as both hands now find the back of your head, ragged loud moans filled the room with the wet obscene sounds of your sucking and lapping up into her.
Just as her legs start to shake, clamping down around your head she rips you away from her, and you whine at the loss of her warmth against you, only for it seconds later to be replaced by the warmth of her mouth again, running her tongue along your lips tasting herself on you as she pushes you down onto your back, crawling off the couch onto the floor with you.
She positions herself between your legs on top of you, all while never breaking away from kissing you. You arch your back into her, pulling her by her waist down against you but she pulls back when you do, sitting up, eyes washing over you.
‘Fuck… look at you’ she whispers out before shifting again.
Abby tucks her knee under your right leg and straddles over your left leg, bringing both your slicks just inches apart and you jerk your hips up to meet her but she pins you down with a firm grip on your hips.
‘Easy now’ she says with almost a low growl, and your eyes shoot wide at the realisation, that she is in control now, that you were at her mercy.
She looks down at you, her eyes pulling out of the heat for just a moment. ‘Is this… okay?’ She asks in her usual soft voice and your chest flutters for a moment as you bite down on your lips to hold back the swell of emotions, all you could offer her was a nod and a desperate, barely audible ‘please’.
She leans into you, kissing you gently, her hand on your waist rubbing in gentle circles into your skin till you feel it leave your side as her hand slides between your body’s as she lines up your slick with hers and the second her body makes contact with yours in a slow grind across your folds the feeling immediately shoots right through you, letting out a single loud involuntary moan, legs fighting against trembles against her strength holding them open.
‘God Alma you’re so fucking wet’ she groans over you as her hips roll faster against you. She’s already needing more, already chasing the pressure you’ve built.
Your hands sink into her hips, her firm solid core under your hands as you try to press against her to slow her pace down, you were hanging on to reality by a thread, so overwhelmed by her you almost couldn’t handle it, you could feel your legs trembling under her every time her clit rubbed against yours and it was sending you over the edge fast.
You watched her above you, watched her half lidded eyes gaze over you as her hips rolled into yours. Her hair falling over her face coming loose from her braid, her jaw slack from breathing out moans, moans that were growing faster, pulling higher as her pace becomes desperate and you are seconds from the tension in your core from snapping.
‘Abby…’ your hand finds the side of her neck and she leans into, head resting on your shoulder, never slowing her pace down, grinding her soaking cunt against yours feeling the wetness build between both of your bodies.
‘Abby I’m- fuck!’ You couldn’t even get the sentence out before your body locked up under her for a second, arms flying around her holding her body close against your skin as you shudder through your release, eyes rolling back, breathing coming out in short high panting before the feeling became too much and your chest swirled with heat, eyes burning with tears.
‘Wait! Wait it’s too much- please…’ you try to push against Abby but she lifts herself up, pulling your leg against her chest and over her shoulder, giving her better access as her pace continues relentlessly.
She couldn’t stop even if she wanted to, her eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide, her gaze was desperate and pleading, like the thought of pulling away from your body pained her.
‘Please…’ she whimpers into the side of your leg that’s thrown over her. ‘Please just- let me- ah- fuck-‘ Abby is completely lost in it, her own release creeping up on her.
Your body still tense, strung tight from the overstimulation, you gaze up at her through tears rolling heat down your face and she reaches a hand down to wipe them from your cheek.
‘C’mon please baby, fuck- I’m so close- please-‘ Her moans pull higher as she pulls you past the threshold, and a new wave of overwhelming pleasure hits you as she reaches her climax above you. Hips stuttering as her pace finally falters, finally relents against you.
When she pulls back her eyes are locked between the string of sticky warm slick between your bodies, a mixture of yours and her cum slick against you and she kneels down between your legs, just admiring her work.
You let your body go slack, head falling back against the floor gazing up at the ceiling, but Abby wasn’t done. Her eyes still burned with a need that hasn’t yet been satisfied. She runs two fingers up and down along your slick, collecting both your releases before pushing into you slowly as your back arches off the floor.
‘Abby… what are you doing?’ You ask, voice desperate, not knowing if you could even take anymore.
She hums against your thigh as her long fingers reach deep inside you. You scramble at anything you could grab but there was nothing but the hard floor under you.
‘I’m not done yet baby’ She murmurs into your skin. ‘You think you can give me another?’ She asks, curling her fingers upward inside you pulling against that soft sensitive spot making your eyes flutter shut as you tense around her fingers.
‘Mmmm yeah… I think you can pretty girl’ Her voice low, rough from her own release. She kisses down the inside of your thigh, each one causing you to tremble. Her fingers work you slowly, pulling every time at that one spot that makes your eyes roll and your breath catch, already feeling the heat buzz under your skin, building back that tightly wound tension deep in your core.
Just as her mouth trailed down to your clit she grazes over it, passing to the other side of your inner thigh, kissing back up your other.
‘Abby… please’ your eyes still wet with tears from your first climax and she looks up at you with a devilish grin, eyebrow slightly cocked chuckling to herself before her mouth locked over your clit, pulsing her fingers inside you faster, swirling, flicking and sucking at your clit over and over till you were a sobbing shaking mess under her, begging, pleading, almost mindlessly as you teeter on the edge of pulling away and pushing up against her to chase the feeling more.
And you didn’t have to decide, because the moment your body was seconds from locking up again, right as your leg started to tremble around her head she withdrew everything, leaving you grasping at her in desperate sobs as you try to pull her back into you.
‘No- no please don’t stop, fuck- please, please baby please-‘
When you look back at her, her eyes felt different now. The burning hunger had shifted into something else, something raw and vulnerable.
She grabs you by both your legs and flips you over turning you on your stomach. She grips hard at your hips pulling you up slightly towards her and she places one hand firmly on the side of you, the other hovering over the back of your heat slowly teasing your entrance.
‘Alma..’ Her voice was thick, almost sinister. ‘You put yourself in danger again today. You could’ve gotten yourself killed’ she says as she plunges two fingers into you hard, thrusting a few times before pulling them out, resting at your dripping entrance.
‘Wha- Abby- please don’t- I’m- I’m sor-‘ You don’t get to finish before your words devolve into moans as she pushes back into you, leaning down against the shell of your ear.
‘I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you today’ her voice behind you vulnerable, breaking.
Your face pulls into a frown for a second and you pull away from her grasp, flipping around on your back as her fingers slip out of you. You sat yourself up on your elbows looking up at her now.
‘You left me behind, Abby’ You words coming out like a punch to the gut, and she blinks as you, hurt now painting her expression.
‘I mean fuck- Where you even going to come back? Or were you just going to leave me there forever wondering what happened to you? If you were even still alive?’
Abby sits above you, stunned into silence because she knows she couldn’t give you an honest answer. Part of her knowing when she left, that for whatever reason, she might not come back, not realising till right at this moment how much that would’ve broken you.
‘I just- I thought at least you’d be safe there’
‘Safe!?’ You pull yourself back from her even more, the distance burning, part of your skin still craving her touch but your mind was racing too far now.
‘Abby I’m losing my mind in there every single day just trying not to tear myself apart! I’ve told you already, I can’t do this!’
‘So you’d rather run off to California?!’
You sigh, beat, a whirlwind of emotions clouding in you.
‘Don’t you want more than this Abby?’ You whisper, as your eyes search hers desperately.
She doesn’t say anything tho, she pulls back and looks around the room. Grabbing two pillows down from the bed at the back of the boat along with a sheet, tossing one at you before laying her own one down next to you.
‘Just go to sleep Alma. I’m done with this’ she murmurs as she lays down on her back, pulling the sheet over both of you, her voice cold, final.
You scoff at her, feeling the hurt bubble back up under your skin as you rolled to face away from her on the ground, the ache she had left in your core still fluttering. Your body betraying you, still wanting her touch even now, even despite her cold words.
You push back against her ever so gently but she knows.
‘Alma.’ She says, a warning, and a barely audible whine escapes your lips.
‘Fuck Alma, you want it that fucking bad?’ She spits sitting back up, pulling herself back on top of you, leaning down into your ear, her voice low, dangerous.
‘God- you drive me fucking insane’
She presses her thigh right into your still throbbing wet heat and your hips rock into her on instinct, desperate for any kind of friction you can chase from her.
‘Go on, take what you need’ She says over you, hands planted firmly on either side of your body, not touching you, not kissing you, just watching you as you chase your climax against her thigh, whimpering and crying underneath her.
‘Please- please touch me Abby. Fuck I- I need you, please’ Your voice coming out weak, broken, pleading as your hands run up and down her body, along her back, clawing at her, using every last bit of your strength to pull her closer but she wouldn’t budge.
‘No’ she says low, voice stern now. ‘You want to come for me that fucking bad you can do it yourself’ And you completely break under her, wet slick coating the skin on her thigh as she pushes into more, lowering herself down into you slightly as you begin to tremble.
‘Fuck! Please! Please-‘ you cry out, desperately thinking of anything you could say to her to break her resolve, but your mind had already shattered. The only things that exist right now to you is her.
Her body over you, and the hard floor beneath you.
‘Abby please- I’m sorry- I’ll be good- please- it’s not enough- I can’t’
‘You are fucking impossible! You know that?’ Abby spits before pulling her leg back replacing it with her hand. She wasn’t gentle or patient with you like she was earlier. She touched you with a rough desperation bordering on painful, plunging deep into you without warning.
A moan chocked out of your throat through your sobs that she cuts off with her mouth finally giving back into you, kissing you with a raw hunger, moaning back into you as she devours every sound that tries to escape your lips while her fingers fuck you relentlessly, wet sounds filling the room and finally just when you think it’s all too much it finally snaps over you. Your body almost thrashing around violently at the intensity of your release as she fucks you through it slowly till your body goes limp and she withdraws her fingers from you, she lingers a few moments longer in your kiss, tongue swirling around slowly before she breaks away.
Your eyes heavy now, already drifting to sleep as the tension from your release leaves your body, Abby pulls you into her side as she falls back down on her back next to you, and you throw your arm around her, slowly drifting away nuzzled against her side.
Yall dont match my lever of freak when talking abt the boat scene. (Talking abt what happens in my DR rn)
1. This is just a sceneria for my DR. There Wont be comma’s correct places. I have a name not y/n. My first laungage is not english so if You dont like it dont read
2. If You dont like it after u read it quite frankly i dont give a single fuck. This is my DR not yours and i dont Care what You Think of it.
JJ knocks Rafe out and i come in Holding some food i had gotten for Rafe “oh thats where Everyone wa-“ i get cut off as JJ panicks turning around slapping me unconcious too. “What the fuck did You do?!” Pope asks looking at JJ angrily while JJ’s sister Sophie slaps his head “did You just knock out my fucking cousin?!” Juliette asks and JJ looks around before saying “I PANICKED OKAY?!”
I wake up with a pounding in my cheeks and around my eyes seeing Rafe waking up too instantly seeing his Black eye worried but also turned on, before i get to say anything Sarah comes in with some food and i stare Down at the Ground, I hadent talked to the pouges for 1 and a Half year so i guess i was pretty dumb to Think it was all just going to be the same.
“I mean what would dad say if he Saw me like This huh? And why the fuck would You guys bring her too huh? She didnt do shit and You know it, i Can get You guys locking me in here but not her.” I look up as Rafe mentions me “Rafey, its fine” i say and only then foes the attention go over to me and Rafe notices my matching Black eye “no it is-wait. Why the fuck does she have a Black Eye huh? If i find out any of You fucking pouges laks a hand on her they’re fucking dead okay?!” Rafe says looking up at Sarah “Rafe! Dont say that!” I say quickly and before Rafe gets to respond Sarah does “You, Rafe are in here because noone trusts You. And you Hailee are in here because we dont trust You wont let Rafe out AND we know you’d be sad and misserable out there with him in here. Now i have some food and some aspirin for the pain just..Call if You guys need help with eating okay?” Sarah exolains and i nod thinking its a fair point as i look Down at the food Sarah set ontop of the closed toilet lid “asprin? What You gonna throw it in our mouths like we’re seaguls?!” I giggle a little at Rafe’s comment “as i Said before. No good dead goes unpunished. I was trying to help You shits and This is what i get? Being locked up having to see my girlfriend in pain right infront of me?!” Rafe says getting more and more angry as he sees my Black eye again and i so badly want to reach out and grab his face to calm him but i cant from being tied up “baby its fine okay? Sarah just go. Rafe we have eachother thats all i need”
i tell Rafe as Sarah leaves his eyes softning as he looks at me and nods and i awkwerdly move forward using my legs and manege to kiss him as he eagerly kisses me back before pulling his head back “stupid fucking restraints. Cant even touch my Girl” Rafe mumbles as he looks me over stopping at my dress the skirt slightly bunched up from the awkwerd position making my panties show.
Rafe sees it quickly smirking “you’re such a tease, in This micro dress with You panties showing for daddy huh?...if any of thoese dirty fucking pouges Saw that im gonna pluck out their fucking eyes and feed it ro the fish.” Rafe says possesively making me Roll my eyes “You know...your Black eye looks kinda good..” i whisper and Rafe smirks leaning back a little “what was that honey i didnt hear You” Rafe lies wanting me to say it again “i Said your Black eye looks kinda good..” i say a little louder as Rafe licks his lips “oh yeah? This pussy wet just Cause i have a Black eye huh?” I shyly nod and Rafe licks over his lips getting an idea “You know...the walls arent were thick on This boat...since they locked us in here why dont we have some fun and disturb Them huh?” Rafe says moving his legs trying his Best to get me onto his lap and i giggle climbing onto him and smilling qhile nodding slowly grinding on his bulge on his pants. “I Can feel your wetness through my pants sweetie Who made You This wet huh?” Rafe asks while smirking “y-You did daddy!” I moan out and Rafe nods “fuck yeah i did. Moan louder while i try and figure out how the fuck we do This okay?” Rafe saya and i nod doing as he says while he tries to figure something out “okay, You Think You Can take my pants off with your feet baby?” Rafe asks and i nervously nod and he lifts himself up a little and i quickly take Them off “good girl, okay baby now you’re already tied up so submitting shouldent be so hard, just do as daddy says unless You wanna be fucking punished. Now come bounce on daddy’s cock” Rafe says and i moan loudly eagerly doing as he says.
I wont go into details of what we did just know, the pouges came over knockout around 6 times the first Day asking if we could quiet Down. JJ, John b and Kiara all couldent sleep the first 2 days Cause of the noises, me and Rafe lips end up both swollen and massive and when we’re almost drowing Rafe is carrying me Cause i feel asleep in the middle of it.
