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abby & nina with marley <33
marley is the mvp of bunks & bulletlight highkey
ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ, ᴄᴏᴘɪᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ/ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ꜰᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴀɪ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍꜱ.
Synopsis: Abby never enjoyed picking fights and always tries to keep the peace between herself and the people around her as well as possible. But what happens when she's forced to room with one of the people she hates most at the Front?
Full fic (ao3)
NEXT CHAPTER
Chapter 1:
"New Vendetta"
‧₊˚✩ Summary: Abby gets tasked with an extermination alongside her new roommate, whom she hates. A stupid decision and an injury caused by it force certain feelings to bubble up to the surface.
‧₊˚✩ Tags: Abby Anderson/Female OC, enemies, rivals, canon-typical violence, infected, minor injuries, arguing
‧₊˚✩ Word count: 3405
Abby Anderson had always been quite a role model. She was far from socially awkward, in fact, others tended to grow fond of her very easily. She never enjoyed picking fights and tried to keep the peace between herself and the people around her as well as possible. She was also pretty open-minded and tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, to hear them out. She wasn't the judgemental type and always intended to see the best in people.
That being said, there was one person whose guts she absolutely despised.
Her new roommate, Nina Kingston. Abby couldn’t stand her. Never in her whole life had one person managed to rile her up and piss her off as much as she did. And it always seemed as though these negative feelings surfaced for no particular reason, hell, she still wasn’t entirely sure why she hated the brunette so much, but it appeared to be mutual so she didn’t really plan on beating herself up about it.
To the untrained eye, Nina seemed like a very nice woman. She had many friends, the elders at the front seemed fond of her, she volunteered for any and all positive efforts advertised on the community board, and she just had that look to her, what with her soft, hazel eyes and bright, toothy smile. Some would even consider her a gentle “giant” due to her toned stature and nearly six feet of height, making her eye-level with the blonde. But through Abby’s own expertise, she knew that wasn’t exactly true. At least in her experience, Nina was mouthy and rude. It may have just been the latter matching her own energy, but the favourable reputation that she’d garnered so easily made Abby a little suspicious.
The brunette, also, looked to be popular with the ladies, even if she rarely entertained them. Whispers here and there could be heard from her past endeavours, yet apparently no new information surfaced and it was all the same recycled stories, indicating she’d likely pumped the brakes on her love life.
And, as much as Abby hated the woman, she couldn’t deny that, once or twice, her eyes may have lingered a touch too long on her. Who could blame her? She may not have been entirely likeable as a person, but she sure was easy on the eyes. The blonde tried her best to revert to her usual hateful internal dialogue anytime she caught herself staring, finding it easier to simply deny rather than to deal with whatever had to be unpacked there, even if she did so with a flushed face.
It definitely didn’t help her situation that she had replaced one of her closest friends, Manny.
One of the stadium’s apartment blocks had run into some serious plumbing issues and everyone there was forced to evacuate temporarily to allow them to fix it. As a result, those people had to be moved around and, unfortunately for the both of them, Nina had ended up rooming with Abby. To her misfortune, Manny had been moved to a different room to share with a different person from the former’s block. As much as she was glad they’d found a place for the poor residents, it still didn’t take away from the fact that Abby was utterly enraged with the new arrangement.
Although it didn’t look like Nina was particularly happy about it either, she still seemed to be taking it much better than the blonde, and her relaxed attitude only served to piss Abby off more. Why was she the only one out of the two feeling genuinely affected by this situation?
Obviously, this mutual resentment didn’t just surface once they became roommates, it had lasted for far longer than that.
Nina had joined the WLF a little under two years ago. Before a patrol group found her by chance, she’d been roaming Washington for a while, managing to survive on her own but just barely getting by. A few years before that, she had been in San Francisco. Unfortunately, she’d never met her real family, at least that she could remember, leaving her in the Fireflies’ care throughout her formative years.
The WLF had been accommodating, happy to have yet another former Firefly join their team. Taking her in ended up benefiting them immensely since she quickly became one of their best soldiers, along with an esteemed weapons engineer and their honorary technician. She was incredibly thankful, she was, but she still didn’t appreciate the predicament in which they’d recently placed her and her “enemy”.
She’d never really been the type to complain, though, especially not when she was well aware that there was nothing that could be done to make their lives easier at the moment, therefore complaining would get her nowhere. So, the two were just forced to accept the situation and go about their days as usual.
Neither side was happy about it and it was clear to absolutely everybody, due to their very well-known rivalry. And God knows Abby couldn’t keep her objections to herself, so word got around quickly that they loathed each other. However, as stated before, there was nothing to do about it since all the available rooms were occupied, so they simply had to suck it up.
And the two begrudgingly did suck it up, for the first three months at least.
The others knew not to task them with joint responsibilities under any circumstances. If that were to happen, it was highly probable that nobody would know peace for weeks. And they managed to keep true to that goal, that was, until the number of infected around the stadium drastically increased. Their usual clean-ups never required more than two to three groups at a time, but as conditions worsened, they needed any and all the manpower they could get.
Obviously, not everyone at the stadium had been tasked with these exterminations – they only chose people who were skilled out in the field. To their misfortune, two of the people chosen this time around had been Abby and Nina.
The pair had been informed of a horde of an estimated fifty infected, mainly runners, that needed to be dealt with ASAP. Initially, it had seemed like a routine “clean-up” of the borders outside the stadium. That was, until said extermination took place.
Abby and Nina had been, unfortunately for them, the only two assigned to this area, so they now had to sit in a truck in complete silence, only accompanied by the rumble of the engine and the scraping of the tires on gravel. Nina even, incredibly pettily, crossed her arms and looked out the window with a frown the entire ride to the target point, like a child.
The radio was also broken in this truck, so Abby was getting pretty put off by the lack of any actual noise. As a last resort, she even tried defusing the tension a bit and coaxing Nina into talking. Any noise is better than nothing, right?
“You know, you should be saving your silence for the infected,” she sassed, hoping it would lighten the mood a little so that the mission would, at the very least, be bearable to get through. Their current lack of communication wasn’t going to jeopardise the mission in any way, since they’d already gone over a plan before getting in the truck. As much as they disliked each other, neither could deny that they worked well in the field together. But they really could benefit from a little small talk.
“Bite me,” the brunette growled, turning her head only slightly to make sure she got heard. She’d been irritated since that morning and the blonde’s voice only served to tick her off further.
So much for that…
Abby sighed in response, anticipating the deep-set frown lines she’d experience in the future as the cause for them sat annoyingly next to her.
The silence continued for another five minutes, when they finally arrived a safe distance away from the targets. Abby turned the key in the ignition and pulled it out, letting the engine rumble into silence. As she was getting out, she already heard the trunk opening, indicating Nina had immediately stepped out and went to get their weapons and duffles.
“You want the sniper?” She asked as the blonde approached, handing her her duffel and waiting for an answer with both rifles in each hand.
“Yeah, sure,” Abby replied, getting her weapon shoved at her before the culprit started heading to the designated area.
“Dude, be careful!” She complained, earning an aggressive eyeroll and the snarked response of: “The safety’s on.”
The blonde stared in disbelief for a second before shaking herself from her thoughts and falling into step beside her partner.
They walked in complete silence, until they got close enough to the horde, keeping out of sight to go over their plan once more.
“I’ll get on the roof of that building,” Abby started, pointing quickly to their right, “you stay low until I fire the first shot. Try planting–”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s not like we went over this a million times already,” Nina cut her off sarcastically, giving her a signal to “GO” before scurrying between buildings to set up her tripmines.
Abby rolled her eyes, carefully heading to the entrance of the building she’d chosen, climbing the stairwell as fast as she could without exerting herself too much. When she got to the roof, she put her duffel down and started setting the sniper up, looking through the scope occasionally to check the horde’s position, which stayed consistent so far.
Once she was done, she moved the rifle around to check how Nina was doing, having enough decency to at least wait for all the traps to be in place before alerting the horde. The brunette was setting one of the last ones down, moving impressively stealthily. Abby estimated the time it’d take the other to finish and get into position, as she moved her rifle back into place to watch the horde. She noticed that the patrol group who’d informed them of the infected hadn’t focused as much as they should’ve on the types that were roaming: there were only around twenty runners, and thirty clickers.
She cursed under her breath, regretting not having brought their walkie-talkies as now she couldn’t inform Nina of the mistake. They’d just have to make do.
Hopefully she brought enough pipe bombs.
Abby moved her rifle to quickly check if Nina had even noticed, and was a little relieved to see her staring right back at her wide-eyed with her arms beside her, mouthing “What the fuck do we do?!”
She raised her arm to indicate that she was going to sign something and her partner should pay attention. In situations like these, she was grateful that the WLF made sign language a part of their training. Whether it was distance or nearby clickers that impeded one from communicating aloud, using one’s hands instead made everything much more convenient.
Abby watched through the scope as the brunette deftly pulled out her binoculars and gave her a thumbs up. She signed “stick to the plan, we’ll improvise if things go south”, and watched as the other sighed heavily, biting her lip nervously as she put her binoculars away. Nina curtly nodded at her and got back into position, hiding in a dark, leafy alley.
The blonde fixed the direction of the sniper, taking a deep breath and pulling the trigger, nailing one of the clickers in the head, effectively killing it. The sound of the rifle firing made the runners start sprinting in its direction and the clickers to grow frantic. Abby held her breath as she nailed around ten more clickers in perfect succession, letting the air out through her nose steadily. Over the growls and moans of the horde, she heard a distant breaking of glass, watching as half of the clickers started in the opposite direction than before and the rest continued limping after the runners.
She adjusted her position, focusing on the runners coming towards her building at a fast pace. She sucked in a breath again, managing to shoot around two thirds of the runners, exhaling deeply. Perhaps this mission wasn’t going to be such a pain in the ass after all.
Suddenly, an explosion went off around where Nina had lured those clickers earlier, causing the rest of them to turn and scatter in that direction instead.
Abby decided this diversion was a good opening for the second phase of the plan. She swiftly packed her things up and slung her duffel over her shoulder, the rifle strap over the other as she headed downstairs quickly. As she was nearing the exit where the remaining runners were roaming, she pulled her pistol out, quietly screwing the silencer onto it and aiming at one of them, taking it out easily. She did the same for another two, then sneaked out to strangle the three that were left, each luckily hunched over in a different direction.
As she was dealing with the last one, she heard another explosion, this time a little closer than the first. She glanced over to see some of the clickers and their burning body parts flying. She set the, now, dead runner down and started towards where she assumed Nina was to gauge the situation, trying to stay as light on her feet as possible.
She suddenly heard the brunette yelling something at the top of her lungs to lure the remaining ten clickers over to her.
What the fuck is she doing?!
Abby, still crouching, tried to speed over to where her partner was, catching a glimpse of her running from the horde and towards a trap on the main road. She felt her eyes widen and her heart skip a beat as she almost yelled out to the brunette, but the latter expertly avoided the mine at the last second and pushed herself to sprint a little faster. Even though she got far enough not to die, the blast still knocked her off her feet and the fall clearly injured her a bit.
Abby immediately set off running towards her, not even checking if all the threats were gone, trusting that the fire resulting from the explosion would do its job. She slid to a stop next to Nina who was now getting up and coughing, crouching down to help her stand straight.
“You hurt?” She asked, panicked. Obviously she saw that Nina was hurt, but she wanted to know how bad it was. And it seemed like the other understood, since she replied:
“Not horribly…”
Abby sighed a bit in relief, which wasn’t long-lived because, as she helped her partner up, a loud croak resounded from behind her.
“Abby!” Nina yelled, unwinding her arm from the blonde’s shoulders and moving away to give her space to defend herself.
Thankfully, she reacted fast and decked the clicker in the face before knocking it over and stomping on its head.
“Are you okay?” The brunette huffed, shuffling towards her, her heart thumping in her chest as the rush of adrenaline remained a little while longer.
“Yeah, just got a scratch from its nails,” She replied, assessing the surface wound on her arm, “Let’s go, that was the last of them,” She continued, readjusting the strap of her duffle as she started in the direction of their truck, tripping with a hiss.
“What’s wrong?” Abby asked, coming up to her side quickly, ready to catch her in case she fell.
“I think I twisted my ankle…” She said, trying to step on it and whimpering, gripping Abby’s upper arm reflexively.
“C’mon,” Abby mumbled as she slung the brunette’s arm over her shoulders, holding it there with one hand while the other grabbed her side to help keep her upright.
“Fuck…” Nina hissed as she felt her joint sting with each careful, tiptoed step she took.
They finally got to the truck and Abby had Nina lean on its side so she could set their stuff down. She dropped their things in the trunk, adrenaline still coursing through her as she stepped over to the brunette to help her walk over to the passenger side. She opened the door and tsked at Nina when she tried to get up on her own, before helping her up. She reached into the glove compartment and pulled out the bandage strip from the first aid kit, slamming it closed, making Nina flinch slightly.
“Geez, what’s gotten into you?” She asked genuinely, surprised at how the seemingly composed Abby from before was suddenly very irritated.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Maybe “livid” was a better choice of words. The brunette swallowed, confused and, frankly, concerned at the outburst, “Uh, no?”
“I’m going to kill you, I swear…” Abby murmured, visibly trying to calm down enough to wrap her partner’s ankle and not cause any further injury. She took her shoe off, along with her sock, starting to wrap the joint tightly, tying the bandage when she finished to keep it secure. It would have to do, at least until they saw Nora.
She wordlessly set her foot down and slammed the door shut, the action a stark contrast to how gently she’d treated her injury, walking around to the driver’s side and getting in. She turned the key in the ignition before speaking again.
“You’ve got some fucking nerve to ask me what my problem is when you almost got yourself killed!” Abby raised her voice, turning the truck around and heading towards the stadium.
“What are you talking about?” Nina asked, now offended at the accusation and the tone directed against her.
“I’m talking about you running a barely survivable distance away from a horde of clickers and towards a fucking bomb.”
Nina stayed silent for a second as they sat in the tense air, just the sound of Abby’s heavy breathing accompanying the engine’s rumble.
“It was the fastest way to kill all of them. Effectively,” She said, hissing when she accidentally put pressure on her injured foot.
“No, it was the fastest way to cost us a soldier! What if you’d stepped on the mine?! If you’d actually died, Isaac would’ve had my head!” Abby argued, gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white in an attempt to ground herself.
She didn’t get a response this time, leaving her with her thoughts once more. However, she wasn't done just yet.
“I don’t even get how you managed to become one of our best if that’s how you deal with things in battle! That was seriously your best and brightest idea?” She scoffed.
“Maybe if we’d gotten the right intel, I wouldn’t have had to take such drastic measures.” Nina replied sarcastically, huffing in annoyance, “And what great alternative should I have taken, smartass?”
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” Abby snarled, taking a deep breath as they approached the gate to the stadium. She rolled her window down, curtly checking in with the guards and driving through to the garage.
As she got out, she drew another deep breath to try and calm down, walking around to grab their things and drop them off at the armory by the entrance. She begrudgingly walked back towards the truck to help Nina down – who, in the meantime, had attempted to get out by herself, clearly struggling and miserably failing – and held her up as they headed to the med bay.
The entire walk was silent, save for the sound of Nina’s shoes scraping against the concrete as her grip around Abby’s shoulders only tightened. Once they arrived, they managed to get her ankle wrapped correctly, and Nora cleaned both their surface wounds and applied antiseptic just in case. Neither spoke as to not cause a scene and not to disturb the other patients, but once they got out and Nina was able to walk on her own with her ankle brace, Abby immediately continued berating her. The brunette just took it, hoping it’ll be over soon and she could finally get to their room and get some rest, trying to tune the blonde’s voice out and, instead, focusing on the steady ache in her ankle and the slight sting in her chest as she failed to ignore the insults thrown at her.
i decided to post this fic on here as well, that way I can figure out the format I wanna use in my posts and y'all get to see this too :)
ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ, ᴄᴏᴘɪᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ/ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ꜰᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴀɪ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍꜱ.
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PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Chapter 10:
"Confessional"
‧₊˚✩ Summary: As promised, Abby returns the favour. A secret is revealed that only brings the two women closer together.
‧₊˚✩ Tags: Abby Anderson/Female OC, explicit smut, fluff, resolved feelings, slight dom/sub, dom!Abby, oral (n!receiving), fingering (n!receiving), masturbation, multiple orgasms & marking (implied), voice kink, abby's a tease
‧₊˚✩ Word count: 4089
After having dressed up fully and made sure the coast was clear, Abby and Nina left the library and quickly made their way up to their shared quarters. They chatted the entire way there, both feeling a sort of relief and closeness they hadn't felt with another person in quite a long time, respectively — at least not of this nature.
As their room number came into view, Nina swiftly pulled out her keys and walked up to the door first, unlocking it with ease as their conversation continued comfortably.
"You owe me a hair tie after that shit you pulled back there." The brunette commented jokingly, letting Abby walk in after her before closing the door and locking it anew.
"Really? You're gonna be petty over a hair tie?" The blonde deadpanned, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched her roommate for a reaction. Nina smirked, clearly still in a lighthearted mood as she responded.
"Hey, you ripped apart one of my belongings. Hair tie or not, you will reimburse me somehow." She said, feeling her grin widen upon seeing Abby's own across the small distance between the two women.
After a short moment of wordless but charged staring at each other, Abby broke the silence.
"Where's Marley?" She questioned, glancing around the room once more as she noticed a clear lack of enthusiastic greeting by the furry creature upon their arrival.
"Oh, I dropped her off at the vet's this morning so they could check her progress, but because of how serious the injury was, they wanted to keep her overnight for observation," she started explaining, "She seems to be doing fine, so they told me not to worry. They just wanted to make sure she's healing well."
The blonde simply hummed in response, nodding in understanding.
They were quickly left in another moment of silence as each woman contemplated her next move. They both obviously knew what was bound to happen here, so it was only a matter of time before one of them built up the courage to make the first move.
After a beat, Abby took the first step — literally. She walked towards Nina, moving with slow, almost tentative strides. The brunette let her, watching her each and every move.
Eventually, she stopped right in front of the woman, gently snaking one of her hands around her midsection, resting it on her lower back.
She momentarily met her gaze — making sure she was on board — and as soon as the other woman began leaning in slightly, Abby closed the distance between them fully, pressing her lips against Nina's.
The kiss was slow, drawn-out, languid… It was a stark contrast to their previous endeavour from mere moments ago, the only common denominator being the passion poured into it from both sides.
As the kiss progressed and tongues and teeth met, both of Nina's hands gingerly made their way to either side of the blonde's face. And as they fell deeper into it, they pulled each other as close as possible, their hips and chests pressed together as they got lost in one another.
Eventually, Abby began slowly stepping backwards, not breaking the kiss once as she led the brunette towards her own bed behind her. Once she felt her calves hit the side of the worn mattress, she carefully pulled away, turning them around and gently pushing her onto the plush surface whilst maintaining eye contact.
Nina stared back up at the woman as she lied on her back, watching as the other crawled on top of her before resuming their kiss.
Abby held herself up above the brunette, revelling in the feeling of their tongues sliding against each other and exploring each other's mouths. She hissed — though not unkindly — at the feeling of the other woman's teeth momentarily sinking into her bottom lip as they moved to switch the angle.
It was all very slow and controlled, unlike the haste and prevalent hunger that had been shown earlier in the library — Abby was taking advantage of the new relationship dynamic; she was savouring finally, officially having Nina all to herself and — additionally — being in control this time around.
Then, she started kissing down Nina's neck as she let her hands roam down towards her sweatpants, slipping one under the waistband and palming her through the soft material of her underwear.
"May I?" Abby asked softly, searching for any uncertainty in the brunette's eyes as she met her gaze.
"Please." Nina replied just as softly, shakily inhaling as the other woman slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties.
"I've got you, gorgeous." The blonde rasped as her fingers finally made contact with her roommate's already throbbing core.
The brunette gasped faintly at the feeling — definitely not affected by the attached comment and the manner in which it had been spoken — sighing at the shortly granted relief after so much waiting. She felt one of her own hands clench beside her on the bed, pulling at the frayed sheets below them as Abby began to move.
She started slow, simply rubbing in circles while continuing to kiss down the other woman's neck. She used her other hand to carefully push her shirt up, quickly noticing the brunette was also lacking a bra. She exhaled a laugh before commenting on it, unable to resist the opportunity to tease.
"Would you look at that, we're matching." She joked, smirking as she watched her partner's face for a response.
"Shut up…" Nina said, face flushing at the remark. She secretly hoped her words would outshine her physical reaction to the other woman's tone, but she — unfortunately — had no such luck.
"'You sure you want that?" Abby responded, easily seeing right through her.
"Huh?" The brunette tried to play it off, acting clueless. But Abby wasn't an idiot — she knew exactly what the other woman was thinking.
"Oh, don't act so coy," she started, trailing kisses up her neck, reaching her jaw as she continued speaking, "I've noticed how you react to my voice. Well, it was hardly a challenge, you're like an open book... But I caught it."
Nina didn't say anything in response as she tried to steady her suddenly quickening breathing, feeling herself reflexively swallow as the pressure on her clit persisted.
"I mean, just a bit ago, you practically came just from hearing the sounds I was making."
The brunette squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as she collected herself — the unhelpful reminder of their recent endeavour only served to arouse her more and scramble her thoughts further.
She eventually retorted, "What can I say? Making you feel good turns me on…"
"Oh, but it's not just that, is it?" Abby replied, moving to whisper directly into the other woman's ear.
"You love hearing my voice, don't you?" She asked rhetorically, intentionally lowering her tone as she did so. She simultaneously let the tip of her nose graze against the side of the brunette's cheek as the woman inhaled sharply at the words.
"I'm right, aren't I?" The blonde continued, moving her free hand to palm one of her partner's breasts.
She waited a moment for a reply before urging her further, "'You gonna answer me, gorgeous?"
Nina unintentionally let out a quiet whimper as her legs tried to close around one of Abby's in response to her taunting. The latter smiled at the reaction, feeling immensely proud of herself for causing it so easily, and relishing the fact that the brunette was unable to answer as a result.
"Does my voice turn you on, baby?" She murmured right in the woman's ear, increasing the pressure on her clit just a touch while keeping up her movements.
"Fuck…" Nina groaned, letting one of her hands snake up to the blonde's side as she finally replied, "Yes…"
Abby smiled yet again, moving her other hand to tease at the brunette's nipple as a reward. The latter's grip on her side only tightened at that, blunt nails digging into her partner's skin as a soft moan escaped from her lips.
"What do you want me to do?" Abby asked suddenly, pressing a few more gentle kisses across Nina's neck as she patiently waited for a response.
"What?" The latter asked, confused and out of breath already.
"I said I'd return the favour, right?" The blonde clarified, looking the other in the eye.
Nina just nodded.
"So how do you want me?"
The low, taunting words go straight to the brunette's cunt, making her swallow roughly as she tried to think clearly about what she wanted. She knew it from the start, but formulating a coherent sentence to ask for it was a completely different story.
"Hm?" Abby hummed inquisitively, slowly pressing open-mouthed kisses on the brunette's burning hot skin, speaking between them, "Do you want me to make you cum with just my hands?"
Nina shook her head, once more unwilling to verbally respond as she felt the blonde increase the pressure on her clit even more.
"Mm…" She continued, trailing kisses up her jaw again, "Maybe you want my pussy on yours… Huh, baby? Is that it?"
"No— Ah…" Nina moaned as she felt her speed up the movement of her fingers just a little.
"Then, what do you want?" Abby asked, letting her teeth graze against the other woman's skin teasingly.
The brunette took a second to answer, since all the stimulation she was being provided with proved to be incredibly distracting. Eventually, she found the ability to speak as Abby only continued on with her ministrations.
"I want you—" she started, trying to form a sensible sentence, "I want you to eat me out…"
"Oh, but I won't be able to talk to you, then," the blonde started, her tone slightly condescending in the best way possible, "'You sure you can handle that?"
"Yes, just get down there!" Nina responded, frustrated and far too pent up for any more teasing.
"Alright, alright, whatever you say, pretty girl." Abby replied with quite the cocky smirk on her face, leaving one last kiss on her roommate's cheek before moving down her body.
She made sure to watch her partner's face as she dragged her tongue down her navel wantonly, relishing the full-body shiver the action earned her.
She maintained eye contact as she pulled the woman's sweatpants down to her knees, swiftly and expertly situating herself between her thighs as she let the brunette's legs rest upon her own shoulders. She moved one of her hands up to her folds and separated them gently, looking away from her face to focus her attention on her cunt instead.
"Fuck, you're so perfect, baby…" Abby commented half-mindedly — yet truthfully — before shuffling even closer to the brunette and diving right in.
Nina immediately threw her head back at the sensation of her partner's tongue pressing against her folds, an involuntary moan escaping from her throat.
In turn, Abby adjusted the hand she already had between the brunette's legs in order to slide two fingers inside her hole. She hummed against her cunt as she inwardly appreciated the feeling of her squeezing around her thick digits. The vibrations from the noise caused Nina's hips to unintentionally buck up towards the sensation.
"Fuck, Abby—" The woman gasped, moving one of her hands to the blonde's head, threading her fingers in her hair in an attempt to ground herself.
Abby gradually sped up the movement of her hand, all while keeping up the suction around the brunette's clit. She tried her best to curl her fingers right into her g-spot on every other stroke and — judging by the reactions she was getting — she seemed to be succeeding at it.
She slid her free hand up the woman's side towards her torso, reaching right under the fabric of her raised shirt in order to palm one of her breasts. As she tweaked her nipple between her middle and forefinger, she managed to pull a broken whine from the woman below her.
Just a few minutes of the same consistent routine was enough to bring Nina closer and closer to her release. All the noises she was letting out were going straight to Abby's cunt, making her own arousal nearly impossible to ignore.
She quickly focused back up, slightly speeding up the movement of her hand as she increased the suction around the brunette's clit. As the cherry on top, she deliberately moaned against her, knowing the feeling of it alongside hearing the sound itself would drive the other woman crazy.
The action caused Nina to reflexively pull at Abby's hair, the subsequent sting sending waves of pleasure through the latter's body. She pressed her thighs together as she moaned against the brunette again — this time involuntarily — making her pull even harder at her hair due to the resulting sensation.
She could tell that Nina was slowly nearing her peak, judging by the slight tremble in her legs and her increased squirming, along with the noises she was making. She wanted to find release with her, but her thighs rubbing together barely eased her throbbing arousal.
So she quickly moved the hand she had on her partner's chest down beneath her own waistband, groaning in relief as she matched the pace of her other hand, rubbing tight circles over her own pulsing clit.
The vibrations from the sound reverberating through the brunette's oversensitive core — once again — made her twitch and moan in response. She moved her hips with more intent this time around, fully grinding against Abby's face as she chased her release.
"I'm close—!" Nina keened as she felt the heat in her lower abdomen rapidly increase.
"I know, ah—" Abby groaned, continuing to sloppily tongue at her partner's cunt as she felt her own climax approaching fast, "Cum with me, baby…"
The words only served as more fuel thrown onto the fire in the brunette's core, bringing her significantly closer to her peak.
After just a few seconds, the coil in Nina's gut finally snapped, leaving her moaning and clenching around the fingers still inside of her as her thighs tried to close around the blonde's head. Even through her own need for relief, Abby made sure to slow down the movement of that hand as to not overstimulate the woman.
But as the brunette had reached her peak, her grip on her partner's hair somehow tightened even further. And — apparently — the pleasurable sting was enough to push the blonde over the edge, her voice high in her throat as she moaned at the sudden rush of sensations.
She felt the waves of her orgasm shooting through her body as she gradually slowed the movement of her fingers against her cunt, her hips twitching slightly with the aftershocks.
As they both came down from their respective orgasms, Abby mustered up enough of her strength to move up Nina's body in order to lock lips anew. The latter moaned at the taste of herself on the other woman's tongue, reflexively pulling her even closer, shamelessly chasing the flavour.
After a short while, the filthy, hungry, open-mouthed kisses turned into slow, delicate, passionate ones. And — eventually — they pulled apart, just enough to catch their breaths.
"You sure know how to return the favour…" Nina joked breathily, smiling as she attentively watched the corners of Abby's eyes scrunch up slightly as she laughed.
"Thanks for the feedback," She responded, momentarily taking on a serious expression as she joked, "What would you rate my performance out of ten?"
Now it was Nina's turn to chuckle as she halfheartedly slapped the blonde's shoulder, jokingly reprimanding her. As her laughter died down and they made eye contact again, the brunette let her arms wrap around the other woman's neck, practically hanging off of her like a koala as she replied.
"A ten, without a doubt." She said sincerely, gently moving some of Abby's hair out of her face in order to see her clearly.
They stared reverently at one another for a while before Nina decided to break the comfortable silence with yet another quip.
"So…" She began.
"So…?" Abby responded curiously.
"We have a lot to catch up on tonight, huh?" She continued, biting her lip as the blonde easily caught her meaning.
"Oh, we're gonna be real busy." She assured.
"So much fucking, so little time…" The brunette piled on as she sighed exaggeratedly, "Whatever shall we do?"
"Well, good thing neither of us have any assignments tomorrow, right?" Abby offered, smirking as her partner grinned right back, distantly marvelling at how easily they bantered with one another.
"We'd better get started, huh?" Nina taunted, beaming up at her roommate. She yelped as her lips suddenly got captured in another kiss, feeling as the blonde smiled against her as they got lost in each other once again.
They were in for a long night…
After far too many orgasms to count, the pair lay together, facing one another as they listlessly engaged in a steady stream of comfortable conversations.
Neither woman would change this moment for the world — it was probably the most intimate exchange both of them had experienced in a long time, as simple as it was.
Eventually, Abby felt the need to get something off of her chest — something that had been bugging her for some time now, that needed to be left out in the open.
"Do you remember that time I got called up for something in the middle of one of our training sessions a couple months ago?" She inquired suddenly, catching Nina by surprise at the nature of the question.
"Yeah?" The latter began, intrigued yet a bit worried, "What about it?"
"Well," Abby started, her gaze shifting down to her partner's outstretched arm currently resting under her head, continuing to speak as she idly drew shapes on the smooth skin, "Since this was originally my room, they called me in first to ask if I wanted to change roommates 'cause some other rooms finally opened back up."
Nina's lips parted slightly as her brows shot up in surprise at the statement. She couldn't find any words eloquent enough to voice how out of the loop she felt about all this, so she settled on a sigh and a simple "Oh."
At that, Abby pointedly avoided the brunette's gaze even more, suddenly feeling self-conscious and guilty about the decision she had made that fateful day. Nonetheless, she continued her thought, if only to explain herself.
"I, um…" She swallowed roughly, now actively picking at a loose thread on the sheets, "I barely even thought about it, honestly."
The brunette simply continued staring at the blonde in shock as the woman unveiled her secret.
"I declined." She confessed.
"Why?" Nina asked suddenly, immediately wincing, regretting her response as she saw the hurt overtaking Abby's features at the simple word.
"I meant—" She started, sighing as she tried to formulate the question properly, "I meant, why did you decline when you still hated me back then?"
The blonde refused to respond to that, fearing that opening up any further tonight would only cause her more harm than good. But as she felt a hand tenderly cradle the side of her face — coaxing her into meeting her roommate's gaze — all those worries just… melted away.
The look of pure adoration in Nina's eyes told her everything she had to know, and it gave her all the reassurance she could possibly need in that moment. It motivated her to speak, finally.
"I already told you I never actually hated you, so…"
"Yeah, but you still could've asked for Manny back," the other woman began, "Why didn't you?"
"I guess… I just didn't want to throw away what we were building towards so quickly." Abby stated, hoping she articulated the response well as to not seem like a bad friend. She loved Manny, he was a great friend, but he himself personally urged her to continue down this path. Moreover, he was fully aware of the declined transfer as soon as it had happened, so no harm, no foul. He was more than fine with staying with Dennis if it meant he could see his best friend find love and finally be happy.
"Oh, wow… I never realised you felt that way…" Nina admitted, mindlessly brushing her thumb over the skin of the blonde's cheek in a soothing motion.
The latter smiled slightly as she thought of what to say next.
"Besides, the only benefit to having Manny as a roommate is the occasional night of drinking and having friends over. Otherwise, we'd fight over chores and I'd have to spend many nights sleeping elsewhere because of him and whatever new one-night stand he managed to find." The blonde said, hoping to lighten the mood.
Both of them obviously knew what a good friend Manny was, but one's personality and their ability to co-habit a space were two entirely different things — the man may have excelled at one, but the other clearly proved to be a challenge.
"Really?" Nina asked, slightly amused as she watched Abby nod in response, "So, then, what are the benefits to having me as a roommate?"
"Well," the latter started, moving to brush some of the brunette's mussed hair out of her face.
"Yes?"
"You keep to your side of the room," Abby said as she let her hand faintly slide from her partner's hair down the side of her neck.
"Mhm…" Nina hummed, suddenly feeling goosebumps all over her body at the feather-light touch on her sensitive skin.
"You're pretty quiet and neat," the blonde continued, moving her hand back up in order to cup the other woman's jaw before moving her face a bit closer, gently nosing at her neck, right where a dark bruise was beginning to form from her earlier ministrations.
She relished the inhale the action earned her, moving even further up, pressing soft kisses all the way towards the brunette's ear.
"What else?" The latter asked breathily, letting one of her hands rest on her roommate's side as she melted into the contact.
"You fuck me so well…" Abby whispered, moving down just enough to be able to graze her teeth over the same dark hickey from before. The contact against the sensitive area pulled a gasp from the woman as she tightened her grip on the blonde's hip.
"As much as I'm loving this, I don't think I can physically handle another round. I might actually pass out…" Nina admitted, smiling in response to Abby's sudden giggle at her words.
"Yeah, me too." She assured her before pulling her closer, allowing both of them to settle into a snug embrace — Abby's head tucked under the brunette's chin, their chests pressed together, and their legs entangled completely under the covers.
They stayed like that for quite a while before Nina broke the comfortable silence.
"I still can't believe you denied a room transfer without telling me." She stated, mindlessly running her nails up and down her roommate's bare back.
"It was selfish, I know," Abby replied, speaking into the warm skin of Nina's neck, "But it turned out alright, don't you think?"
The brunette exhaled a laugh at that, a content smile pulling at her lips as she thought about her next words.
"Yeah…" she said simply, pausing momentarily, "For the record… I would've done the same."
"I know." Abby replied, pressing a light kiss to her neck.
After a beat, Nina shifted where she lay, moving down slightly so she could be eye-level with the blonde. The other woman simply watched her, amused but curious as to what her plan was.
The brunette's gaze met her own, holding it for an intense couple of seconds before the former spoke.
"I'm glad you stayed." Nina confessed, carefully brushing a rebellious strand of Abby's hair behind the woman's ear. The gentle gesture paired with the words caused the latter to smile honestly.
"Me too." She responded simply.
As they fell asleep that night — although the sun had already begun to rise — both women relished the comfort and safety wherein they unexpectedly found themselves.
Sleeping in another person's arms had never felt so right.
The line between love and hate is astonishingly thin, yet crossing it — clearly — tends to be quite the feat.
thank you all for all the support, I didn't expect my silly little self-insert oc fic to be so well recieved, but I'm damn grateful for it!
seriously thank you so much and I hope you enjoyed the ride!
P.S. I will be writing some shorter stories within this universe, so keep an eye out for that if you'd like a continuation of these two characters' journey together :) ("Keep reading..." is already out, wink)
ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ, ᴄᴏᴘɪᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ/ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ꜰᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴀɪ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍꜱ.
abby & nina from bunks & bulletlight lmao
me when i realise i have to write and develop the actual plot between all the smut and sexually charged fighting in my abby fic
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Chapter 6:
"Pent Up"
‧₊˚✩ Summary: One person's disappearance can awaken a lot in those close to them. Owen flees, the group has their individual realisations. Abby and Nina find a way to deal with everything together.
‧₊˚✩ Tags: Abby Anderson/Female OC, hurt/comfort, sparring, sexual tension, banter, mutual pining
‧₊˚✩ Word count: 4559
As productive as their hours-long conversation had been, Abby and Nina both ended up barely getting any sleep last night. After they had finally cleared everything up and the discussion had decidedly come to an amicable end, Nina and Abby each went to their respective beds to at least try to get some shut-eye.
And as important as all that talking had been to whatever this thing between them was, they strategically avoided mentioning it from the moment they both woke up that morning, even though the elephant in the room remained mockingly present. It was as if that intense vulnerability that had been shown pulled them farther away from actual progress rather than achieving any obvious positive changes.
One step forward, two steps back.
But alas, they stuck to their stubborn ways and went on about their morning. They each got dressed and eventually headed to the mess hall in time for breakfast – together, as uncomfortably silent and strained as the trip was.
Once they arrived, they grabbed their food and walked over to their usual table – everyone from the group was there except for Owen. Neither of them thought anything of it – the trip to Jackson had been heavily emotionally tasking, after all. However, as the meal slowly neared its end, it became increasingly obvious that he wouldn’t be coming down from his room at all.
Nobody mentioned it, believing that bringing attention to it would only make the air between them all suffocatingly tense – at least, more than it already was.
Instead, they continued with their mundane small talk, desperately trying to avoid the topic currently clouding everybody’s minds. Eventually, Abby decided to bite, unable to bear the silence anymore. She bravely stated that her roommate, now, knew everything.
At first, everyone stared at her incredulously, sharing concerned glances amongst themselves, but once she explained the extent to which she’d spoken with her the night before – albeit leaving out a few minor details – they began to relax slightly. So far, they had felt incredibly uneasy in Nina’s presence specifically because Abby had initially ordered them to keep quiet on the matter. So, finding out that that was no longer a requirement took somewhat of a weight off their shoulders.
Naturally, they still feared breaching the topic after everything that had gone down during the past month, but a little definitely did go a long way. As soon as Abby finished her explanation, Nina stepped in to express her support to the group.
As she had told the blonde the night before, she would have been on board with the mission regardless of whether or not she was directly involved in it. Having gone through what she had, she completely understood the incentive behind it all and she would have done the same, had she been put in that position.
Additionally, their conversation helped Abby realise the selfishness behind her actions, urging her to express an attempt at an apology to her group. Sure, it may have been a bit stilted and indirect, but at the very least, the mere existence of her guilt got through to them and that was what mattered. She hoped they could come around and forgive her eventually, but for now, that had to be enough.
Shortly – after a very light discussion of the situation – the air between them all shifted ever so slightly. The tension may have still lingered, but even the most minute progress was something.
Eventually, they finished their meals and headed to their scheduled tasks for the day. Unfortunately, none of them would have a moment of peace until dinner that evening, leaving them quite exhausted by then.
As Mel and Nina headed to the canteen – having had a supply run to take care of together – they were met with hushed chatter that instantly ceased as they drew near, and uncomfortable – almost pitiful – stares directed their way. Naturally, that left them both pretty confused, but they tried to brush it off as they pushed those heavy double doors open.
The mess hall was as quiet as ever, and more of those awful glances met them as they carefully looked around the room. Nina quickly noticed that all the stares had been strictly directed toward Mel.
That made her feel even more uneasy as she urged the woman toward their table, her hand protectively landing on her back as she tried to gauge the situation. They sat down, dinner-less, before Nina inquired about the prevalent tension in the space.
“What the hell’s going on?” She asked, looking between their friends worriedly.
Silence overtook their table as their friends across from them shared uncomfortable looks. Eventually, Manny broke it.
“Owen’s MIA…” He said hesitantly, looking at Mel with sympathy painting his every feature.
Before she could even think to reply, Leah interjected carefully.
“There’s a boat missing from the marina, they think he might’ve stolen it and fled sometime today,” She explained. Everybody kept their eyes on Mel, who was at a complete loss for words. What’s more, her expression was eerily neutral, making her friends worry even more.
“Are we sure he’s MIA? What if he just– Do we even know that he took that boat for sure?” Nina tried, scrambling for all possible alternative options, grasping at straws in hopes that the news wasn't true. She never took much of a liking to Owen, feeling as though they just didn’t have anything in common and never really clicked. And that was completely valid, but knowing how much he meant to Mel… She had to get to the bottom of this.
The woman next to her still hadn’t uttered a word or moved an inch, making Nina feel even more concerned. She worriedly searched Manny’s eyes for even a smidge of doubt, unfortunately to no avail.
“Some groups were already sent to search for him after he didn’t show up for his morning patrol, but…” He explained, sighing disappointedly, “He’s gone. I’m sorry…”
Once again, all eyes landed on Mel.
Still distraught, she promptly felt a hand comfortingly rest on her upper back, causing her to reflexively look over at the person beside her. She distantly registered other people’s attempts at consolation as she made eye contact with Nina.
“I’m so sorry,” She heard her say whilst continuing to rub her back soothingly.
But she couldn’t bring herself to reply. She couldn’t think straight and was barely picking up anything anyone was telling her at that moment - almost as if she were wearing earmuffs, the sounds drowned out entirely against her will. Her gaze automatically shifted to the empty spot on the bench across from her.
After what felt like hours, she finally felt the shock starting to wear off. As it ceased, Mel’s vision became increasingly blurry and her breath began coming in much shorter, hastier intakes.
She barely even noticed Nina standing and gently pulling her up with her, letting her body operate on autopilot, easily trusting her.
“I’m gonna take her to her room,” The brunette told the others, turning to Manny momentarily as she politely asked him to get some food for their friend and bring it up later.
Before heading for the door, she glanced subtly at Abby, hoping her expression showed understanding and comfort.
The latter simply held her gaze, nodding almost imperceptibly at the gesture before the two finally left.
At an hour far past midnight, Nina found herself staring up at the ceiling above her bed in the darkness of her room, unsurprisingly restless. For the life of her, she just couldn’t seem to fall asleep, thoughts of the past couple of days – and the past few hours – clouding her mind and keeping her awake against her will.
After a quick internal debate with herself, she decided to quietly get up and go to the gym to at least try to tire herself out. She quickly got dressed, pulling on some old workout shorts and a loose muscle shirt before mindlessly grabbing her handwraps and the hair tie on her nightstand and finally heading out.
The halls were completely empty and she shortly found the gym to be in the same state. She walked in, sighing heavily before approaching the expansive mat in the middle of the room, setting her things down and beginning her warm up.
After about ten minutes, she stood with her hands on her hips, glancing around the room as she contemplated what exactly she was going to take her emotions out on. Her eyes easily locked onto the rubber mannequin in the corner of the room.
Bingo.
She jogged over, grabbing underneath the artificial torso to lift it up, carefully moving it over to the mat. She set it down with a huff and made sure it was stable before turning toward the bench she had draped her handwraps over. But she froze as her gaze met that familiar aquamarine one from across the room.
There by the entrance, stood an equally frozen Abby, her own handwraps already secured around her knuckles. She took a reflexive step forward as she spoke, suddenly feeling a strong need to explain herself.
“‘Didn’t think anyone was gonna be here,” She said, sheepishly maintaining eye contact as she scratched her arm lightly, an anxious habit she just never seemed to shake.
Nina watched her for a moment before deciding to dignify her with a response.
“What, you didn’t notice my bed was empty?” She teased, knowing her incredibly vigilant roommate had, in fact, noticed her absence, but wanting to see that faint blush that always formed on her cheeks whenever she got embarrassed.
Abby stayed silent for a beat, her gaze averted as she slowly began her warm up, muttering: “It was dark…”
Nina only huffed out a laugh in response, finishing wrapping her right hand before moving on to the left.
“I thought you went to bed already,” She commented conversationally, wondering why the other was suddenly up when she clearly saw her tucked in under her covers just a bit ago. Although she already knew the cause for her sleeplessness had to have been identical to her own, perhaps she just needed an excuse to keep the exchange going.
“Couldn’t fall asleep,” The blonde explained simply, stretching her arms carefully, one at a time. The brunette watched her, the intricacies of securing her handwraps already second nature to her at that point as her eyes shamelessly wandered over the woman’s rippling muscles. She begrudgingly shifted her gaze upwards, meeting her eyes before she replied.
“Guess we’re in the same boat…” A silent acknowledgement of something neither felt the need to voice, but both understood. She privately relished the slight upward curl of the blonde’s lips at that, letting herself break out into a small smile of her own.
Nina looked down and, as she finally tightened the bandage on her hand, stretched her fingers out slightly, checking if her mobility was at all restricted. Deciding that their conversation had come to an end, she turned fully towards the mannequin, getting into position and inhaling deeply in preparation. She wound up her first punch and landed it firmly on one side of the mannequin’s chest. She quickly followed with two more sharp hits, alternating sides.
She pulled her arms back, keeping her guard up as she took another breath. She easily landed two hits before twisting herself sideways just enough to raise her right leg and land a powerful kick to the doll’s side. The heat building in her body and the sweat beginning to bead across her skin from the exertion felt exhilarating.
After a few more minutes of the same routine, Abby spoke again from behind her, unmoving from her spot on the opposite side of the mat.
“‘You wanna spar with me instead?”
The offer caught her off guard, making her form on her last punch falter. If Abby noticed, she didn’t comment on it as Nina turned her head to look at her.
“Seriously?” She asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow at the blonde.
“Yeah,” She replied offhandedly, “Ditch the mannequin and practice with me.”
Her doubling down caused Nina to turn her body fully to face her properly, hoping to accurately gauge the sincerity behind her unexpected words. Her expression showed confidence, the look in her eyes nothing short of a challenge. So, after a moment of deliberation, the brunette spoke.
“Alright,” She started, crossing her arms over her chest, “but prepare to have your ass handed to you.”
“You wish,” Abby shot back, casually beginning to undo her loose ponytail in order to tie it more securely.
“Your cockiness will come back to bite you in the ass eventually, Anderson,” Nina warned, pointing a finger at the woman in a playfully scolding manner.
“Just put the doll back and get over here,” The blonde snarked, narrowing her eyes at her roommate.
“Yes, ma’am!” She replied, faking the cheerfulness in her tone as she put the dummy back in its original place. Abby scoffed at the nickname, shaking her head slightly as she walked further inward on the mat.
Once Nina returned, they both got into position, keeping a few feet of distance between themselves as they prepared.
“Don’t be afraid to hurt me, I can take it,” Abby said, putting her guard up as she continued staring challengingly at the brunette.
“You thought I was gonna pull my punches?” She scoffed, rolling her neck slowly, humming appreciatively at the light crack it earned her.
“Well, we all know you have a soft spot for me, so I wouldn’t put it past you,” The blonde teased further. She expertly dodged the swing that abruptly came her way at that.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Nina growled, smirking as they carefully circled each other. Since her first attempt at an attack had failed, she decided to at least find a strategy that would work against the blonde. But before she could even begin to formulate a plan of action, Abby moved with an unfair speed for someone of her stature, easily hooking her heel behind the brunette’s own and knocking her off her feet in an instant.
The latter grunted at the impact of her body against the mat, grimacing slightly at the feeling of her loose hair sticking to her sweaty back.
She pushed herself up to sit, taking the hair tie off her wrist to pull her locks up into a half-assed bun as she looked up at the blonde through her eyelashes.
“Point for Abby,” She announced smugly, crossing her arms over her chest with a clear lack of intention of helping the brunette up.
“Fuck off…” Nina muttered, huffing in annoyance as she stood on her own.
Once they got into position again, round two commenced. They practically danced the same dance as Nina missed a couple of hits, received one on her shoulder and got knocked over yet again.
“Come on, you can do better than that!” Abby taunted her purposefully, hovering over her form before offering her a hand this time, “Imagine I was an actual enemy.”
“When am I not?” The brunette commented bitterly, no real bite evident in her words as she accepted her hand, pulling herself onto her feet with a weak glare directed at the woman before her.
They separated and quickly prepared for a third round.
“Just take me down,” Abby said, doing a come hither motion with her hand as she spoke, “I know you can do it.”
Nina took a deep breath before running forward, dodging the punch headed for her chest this time.
“Ah, good one!” The blonde exclaimed, grinning widely as she almost casually ducked under the retaliatory swing from her opponent, “Looks like you’re finally learning.”
The brunette took this moment of slight distraction as her opportunity to strike. She moved as quickly as she could, lowering herself enough to wrap her arms around both of Abby’s legs, finally tackling her to the ground and successfully knocking the wind out of her lungs with the impact.
She pulled away to look at the blonde’s reaction, being met with a barely hidden look of shock.
“2-1,” Nina said, feigning surprise as she continued, “Huh, I guess I am learning,”
“Relax, you’re still behind,” Abby retorted, sitting up with a smirk, unable to hide the pride she felt at her roommate’s flawless execution of that takedown.
“The score will even out, just you wait,” She shot back, helping the other up with a shit-eating grin on her face.
The blonde let go of her hand, stepping back as she rolled her shoulders, “In your dreams, Kingston.”
“Whatever dreams I have of you, I assure you we are not fighting in them,” Nina joked with a wink, exaggeratingly blowing the blonde a kiss.
Abby simply rolled her eyes, but the smirk still pulling at the corner of her mouth was undeniable. She couldn’t tell if it was the adrenaline currently coursing through her veins causing her to give into Nina’s relentless flirting so willingly, or if it was something else entirely, yet she surprisingly didn’t care – she just wanted to continue training and, perhaps, pull more of those witty comments from her opponent, simply for her own amusement.
They quickly got into position again, each feeling far more confident this time.
Neither rushed into it this round, steadily circling each other as they both gradually closed the distance between them. Once they were close enough, Abby lunged forward, missing a swing as Nina ducked under her arm just in time, instead landing a firm punch to her midsection, causing her to back away at the contact reflexively.
Unfortunately for the brunette, Abby managed to swerve her next attempt at an attack and land two punches – a firm one to her side and a much intentionally weaker one to her cheek.
Nina stumbled from the impact, moving a far enough distance to be safe from further strikes. They circled each other again, both breathing heavily as they strategised against one another.
The brunette suddenly moved forward, dodging Abby’s initial punch, but missing her own two attempts as the woman dodged them with ease. She huffed frustratedly, putting her guard up again as she backed away.
“You’re barely getting any hits in, come on! Aim higher!” Urged the blonde, gesturing toward her head.
“I’m not punching you in the face, Abby!” Nina retorted, the disbelief prominent in her tone as her eyes widened at the indication. Even though she had just received a fist to the face, she wasn’t going to offer her the same treatment – she wasn’t as brutal with her fighting as the blonde was. Besides, they were just sparring, so she didn’t really want to go all out.
Abby only grinned, clearly having the exact opposite train of thought to the other woman’s.
“Pussy,” She said, charging forward so suddenly that her movements turned into a blur. She swiftly grabbed one of Nina’s arms, pulling it over her own shoulder as she turned, her back pressed to the brunette’s front as she crouched and flipped her over herself and onto the ground with an offensive amount of ease.
Nina huffed tiredly, needing an extra minute to breathe after that loss.
“Should’ve used that arm to punch,” Abby commented from above her, the upside-down view of her face still clearly showing her smugness.
“Bite me…” The brunette replied mindlessly, closing her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.
“Don’t give me any ideas, now.”
The next three rounds surprisingly went in Nina’s favour – as exhausted as she already felt by that point, she somehow managed to pull through.
The first began as all the others did: with the two sizing each other up before one of them charged forward – in this case, Abby.
Underestimating her own speed, she got overpowered in an instant. Nina used her momentum against her, grabbing her forearms as she crouched, rolling back and placing her right foot against the woman’s hip, using it to propel the blonde over herself and onto the mat above her head.
Three to two, with Abby still in the lead.
Though, it didn’t stay that way for long as the fifth round called for a bit more attention than she had apparently been willing to give.
Naturally, she kept on taunting and mocking Nina, needing only half a mind to dodge her attempts at an ambush and using the other half for all those well crafted insults. However, she vastly undervalued her opponent’s capabilities.
She promptly got one of her arms grabbed, getting it twisted behind herself as Nina stepped behind her. She immediately kicked her knee in just hard enough to knock her down, effectively immobilising her.
“Guess we’re gonna need a tie breaker,” She said breathlessly, turning her head ever so slightly, enough to glance up at the brunette currently towering over her.
Nina leaned farther down, leaving their faces a few inches apart.
“Let’s get to it, tiger,” She replied lowly, her breath ghosting over Abby’s lips paired with their proximity in that moment causing her heart rate to pick up a bit. The latter became increasingly aware of the contact of the brunette’s palm still gripping her forearm, the touch suddenly feeling scaldingly hot.
They stared at each other for a moment longer, the tension between them borderline suffocating. But, instead of commenting or acting on it, Abby decided to give into her stubbornness and crack a joke.
“Your breath stinks,” She whispered, struggling to maintain composure at the eyeroll the statement earned her.
In response, Nina simply pushed her forward, knocking her over completely this time. She caught herself on her forearm, turning to look up at her roommate with a shit-eating grin.
“Can’t keep your mouth shut, huh?”
Once the blonde got back up onto her feet, they prepared themselves for the final round.
As much as she wanted to win this – regardless of what it would prove about either of them – Abby couldn’t shake the miniscule lingering feeling of lust from mere minutes ago. After all, Nina’s appearance in that moment served as entirely unhelpful to her focus – the intense look in her eyes as she watched Abby’s every move with the precision of a predator hunting prey; her parted lips, better allowing air to enter her lungs as her chest heaved slightly with each breath; her skin glistening with sweat, causing a few flyaways to stick to her forehead; her biceps prominent as she kept her guard up, quads bulging with every step she took.
And, due to said distraction, she managed to get ambushed. Before she could even begin to formulate a strategy, the brunette charged at her, moving with unbelievable skill as she crouched as low as possible, firmly grabbing Abby by the ankle and pulling, causing her to instantly lose her footing.
As soon as her back met the mat under them, Nina crawled over her and straddled her midsection, grabbing both of the blonde’s wrists and pinning her arms beside her head, effectively impeding her from getting back up.
“4-3, I win,” She said breathlessly, triumph clear in her expression as she grinned down at her distraught opponent.
Abby took a second to respond, trying to catch her breath as their current position made it far more difficult to form any coherent thoughts than it should have. She swallowed roughly before finally speaking.
“Guess we’ll have to rematch,” She said, smirking at the disbelieving scoff Nina let out above her.
“Not in this state, you’re not,” The brunette commented doubtfully as she looked the blonde up and down, still keeping her hands around the other woman’s wrists.
“Obviously I meant some other time,” Abby sassed, rolling her eyes in annoyance.
“Oh, right, ‘cause I forgot I could read your mind,” Nina shot back, finally moving off of her, standing up and offering her a hand.
“Ugh, you’re the worst…” Despite the attitude, she took a hold of her hand and pulled herself up onto her feet.
“You love it,” The brunette replied, chuckling at the second eyeroll she managed to coax out of her roommate in under a minute.
They began slowly packing up, each taking their handwraps off and rearranging anything they’d left out of place during their session.
As they were adjusting the mat, Abby decided to taunt Nina further – ever the nuisance.
“Your takedowns weren’t even all that,” She said casually, pushing the edge of the centre mat with her foot to realign it with the smaller ones connected to it. She didn’t care at all about the fact that she had lost, she just wanted to see her roommate irritated.
“Excuse you?” Nina started, stalking over to the blonde before stopping directly in front of her, leaving around a foot of space between them.
“Hm?” She inquired coyly.
“Don’t play dumb, what’d you say?” The brunette asked, feeling an unexpected urge to put the woman in her place.
Abby let out an exaggerated sigh before “begrudgingly” repeating herself.
“Your takedowns weren’t shit,” She doubled down, tilting her head challengingly as their eyes never left one another’s.
“Is that right?” Nina asked patronisingly, taking a step forward, putting their faces at roughly the same distance they had been after the sixth round. She even went as far as to snake her arm around the blonde, laying her palm flat against the centre of her back.
Abby didn’t reply, taken off guard by the sudden proximity, her lips parting on instinct as she searched the other woman’s eyes carefully.
Using that as the perfect distraction, Nina hooked her leg behind one of Abby’s, expertly dipping her instead of letting her fall to the ground. She supported her back carefully with one hand as her other managed to find its way to her hip, aptly sustaining her weight in her crouched position. With the initial shock of the fall, Abby’s hands forcefully gripped the brunette’s upper arms, reflexively seeking out something to hold onto in the momentary chaos.
“How’s this for a takedown?” She asked, smiling teasingly at the blonde as her expression remained shocked, her grip on her arms relaxing.
Once again, Abby took a second to respond, managing to quickly gather her bearings enough for what she hoped would be a witty retort.
“Not impressed,” She said as casually as she could manage, although slightly breathless. She knew her reaction alongside the blush on her cheeks that she could so clearly feel gave her away, but she didn’t care – she wasn’t going to let Nina have this.
To her misfortune, the latter pulled both of her hands away suddenly, causing the blonde to fall onto the mat in retaliation.
“Hey!” Abby exclaimed, sitting up as she glared at her roommate.
“What? I thought you said you didn’t like it,” Nina replied, shrugging as she spoke, feigning nonchalance. At that, Abby moved swiftly and landed a kick to the brunette’s shin, chuckling at her complaints this time.
Eventually, they grabbed all their stuff and headed for the exit.
“That technically counted as a takedown, so is the score 5-3 now?” Nina asked as she held the door open for the blonde.
“Oh my God…”
I respect everyone's opinions on owen, I just personally dislike him and, since I needed some huge consequence for the Jackson trip to happen ASAP (something that would make Abby realise the effect her revenge had on minds outside of her own), I just decided to kill two birds with one stone. His absence makes it much easier for me to write the other characters' business without outright bashing him, as to not try to show bias lol
sorry, owen lovers! 😓✊
ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ, ᴄᴏᴘɪᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ/ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ꜰᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴀɪ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍꜱ.
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Chapter 2:
"Heat of the Moment"
‧₊˚✩ Summary: Nina fights back against Abby's biting accusations, leading them to a position where their frustration with each other boils down to sheer desire.
‧₊˚✩ Tags: Abby Anderson/Female OC, smut, resolved sexual tension, arguing, hate sex, (kinda) rough sex, fighting for dominance, fingering (n!receiving), scissoring, oral (a!receiving)
‧₊˚✩ Word count: 3330
To Nina’s misfortune, Abby didn’t let up even as they were climbing up to their apartment block, making multiple people on the way turn their heads. Nina huffed frustratedly at the scene she was causing, pushing past her to get inside their room when Abby finally unlocked the door.
“Honestly, how does one grown ass woman do something so careless?!” Abby asked, slamming the door behind her and turning to her dreadfully reckless roommate.
“So actually, you never answered my question: What the fuck is your problem?!” Nina retorted, jamming her pointer finger into Abby’s sternum, getting in her face, “Why are you suddenly so pissed that I put my life at risk when it didn’t even jeopardise the mission?!”
“Do you have no value for your own life?!” She screamed, not being able to fathom how someone could genuinely care so little, feeling a twinge of something else on the tip of her tongue. She stepped closer as she did so, disregarding the feeling quickly as anger clouded her mind.
“I DO! That’s why I didn’t fucking die! I knew what I was doing!” Nina yelled back, stepping even closer, leaving them chest to chest, faces just a couple of inches apart.
Neither said anything for a long beat, each exhaling heavily and breathing in each other’s air, eyes flicking back and forth, almost searching each other’s gaze. Nina watched in anticipation as Abby’s eyes darted down to her lips and, from one moment to the next, she was pressing them against her own.
The brunette inhaled sharply at the action, bringing one of her hands up to grip a firm shoulder and the other to cradle the blonde's head, feeling as strong fingers dug into her hips. They shared rushed open-mouthed kisses for a bit before Abby gripped her even more firmly and flipped them, pushing Nina against the wall, making her let out a surprised moan.
They let their hands roam before Nina felt a hand tugging at the hem of her shirt, causing her to reflexively put her arms up so Abby could slide it off, throwing it somewhere behind her. She quickly resumed kissing the blonde, sliding her arms around her neck to pull her closer. The latter slid her fingers down her abdomen and behind the hem of her jeans, pulling lightly in question. They pulled apart only enough to catch their breath, and when Nina nodded frantically, Abby began kissing along her jaw and down her neck, sucking a few bruises onto her skin as she hurriedly unzipped her jeans and pulled them down together with her panties, leading her to step out of them instinctively. The brunette threw her head back against the wall, moaning when she felt fingers tentatively brushing over her lips.
“Do it,” She growled, pulling her in for another kiss as she felt a single finger obligingly plunge into her, moving steadily. Nina moaned into Abby’s mouth, gripping her shoulders as she clenched around the intrusion.
Soon after, she added a second finger and sped up her pace a little bit. Abby reflexively pulled Nina’s injured leg up to rest on her hip, holding it up with one arm as she kept moving the other inside of her. As a result, Nina visibly relaxed in relief, not having even realised she’d been putting pressure on it the whole time, and feeling her fingers reach deeper with the new angle. She lost her train of thought when Abby suddenly curled her fingers inwards, hitting her g-spot and causing her to pull away from the kiss to throw her head back with a groan again.
“Fuck…” She panted, feeling lips and teeth on her neck again and again, and the fingers inside her speeding up.
“I know,” She felt the vibration of Abby’s teasing voice and her smirk against her skin as she set a punishing pace, purposefully making sure her thumb brushed against her clit on every stroke.
“FUCK–” The brunette tightened her hold on the blonde, letting out little whimpers with each thrust of her fingers as her legs shook with it, hips undulating automatically to try to meet her movements.
She didn’t know which sensation to focus on, between the varying contact all over her neck and chest, and the continuous, steady stream of touches on her nethers. Quickly, heat built in her core, making her let out a desperate sound at the feeling. And after what felt like way too short of a time, she felt herself already getting close from the constant pressure from both sides, and subsequently tried to warn the blonde.
“A-Abby– shit– I’m close,” She whined, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt the blonde smirking against her neck, right on her pulse point, the gesture making the knot in her abdomen get more intense, if that was even possible at this point.
“Already?” Abby teased, pressing a kiss to her skin one last time, suddenly pulling her fingers out. Nina whined again in protest, panting as she opened her eyes to see what was going on.
“You’re not cumming like that,” Abby said, putting her, now, free hand under her other thigh and hoisting her up off the floor with ease. She swiftly walked them over to the nearest bed, setting a slightly distraught and incredibly turned on Nina down on it and climbing on top of her.
Their lips furiously met once again as Nina brought her hands up to the nape of the blonde’s neck, inwardly cursing the braid for impeding her fingers from running through her hair and pulling. She steadily let a hand slide down her torso and onto her crotch, palming her through her cargos, getting a hum in response. Nina moved her other hand from her hair to her chest to push her back slightly, allowing her to sit up and get a good grip on her waistband. The kiss never broke as she undid the button and zipper on her pants, before Abby moved her own hands to help slide them down and off, pulling her underwear with, letting them fall on the floor by the bed.
She kneeled between Nina’s bent legs, as the latter quickly ran her hands up and under her shirt, pushing it up and off with Abby’s help. As they discarded it, they continued sharing intense, open-mouthed kisses, and Abby used one of her hands for balance against the bed as she let the other search for the bra clasp on the brunette’s back. After finding it and finally taking the garment off, throwing it on the floor along with the rest of their clothing, Nina lay back down and pulled the blonde back on top of her.
“I think–” The brunette cut herself off, swallowing dryly as she slid and rested her hands on Abby’s sides, trying to catch her breath enough to get the sentence out.
“And here I thought your brain didn’t work,” She snarked, wincing a bit when she felt Nina’s blunt nails momentarily but forcefully digging into her sides.
“Even buck naked and with my pussy juices on your fingers, you manage to joke,” She said, dumbfounded, glaring at her.
“I still hate you, let’s not forget,” The blonde replied, raising an eyebrow, “‘Can’t have you thinkin’ I’ve gone soft on you.”
“I think you should fuck me,” Nina said suddenly, voice lilting as if she’d carefully pondered a few different options before finally deciding on this one. They blinked at each other for a moment, Nina’s gaze challenging Abby’s surprised one, before the latter spoke up.
“That’s kinda what I was getting to, y’know,” She sassed, face scrunching up in even more confusion, even though her throat suddenly felt and sounded very dry, and her skin turned a light shade of pink.
“Well, you sure are takin’ your sweet time…” The brunette retorted, not-so-subtly letting her injured leg stretch out and fall flat on the bed as she moved her other bent one to the side to spread herself more on the small bed.
Abby smiled almost imperceptibly as she confidently adjusted her position, moving one of her legs over Nina’s outstretched one, positioned at an angle, relishing her sharp inhale of anticipation at the action.
“Is this what you had in mind, your Highness?” She asked as she lowered herself down to press her pelvis against the brunette’s, earning a badly hidden whimper from her. The latter bit her lip and moved her hands to rest on the blonde’s thighs as she started moving her hips back and forth, setting a slow, steady pace.
“Somethin’ like that…” Was the strained reply. Abby grinned at the change in attitude, setting a faster pace, grabbing Nina’s side and bent leg for leverage. The brunette threw her head back into her pillow with a groan, rocking her hips up in time to meet her thrusts. The slide of their cunts was shortly made easier by both of their slicknesses, the newfound sensation making them both tremble with pleasure.
“All bark, no bite, huh?” Abby teased, increasing the pressure of her thrusts a bit, starting to huff with exertion already.
“Oh, I’ll show you bite,” Nina breathed, suddenly gaining more confidence and moving a hand off of the blonde and using it to push herself up and off the mattress just enough to reach and sink her teeth into the latter’s trap, earning a loud moan as a result. Abby increased her pace as she felt her tongue run over the bite, moving the hand from her side to her neck, pulling her off of her shoulder and gripping her jaw firmly, making her look at the blonde.
She dove in for a messy kiss, teeth snagging lips and tongues dancing, hums and moans of increasing volume echoing throughout the room. She felt Nina’s chest heaving with the effort to catch her breath against her own, hearts hammering through their ribcages, feeling a hand grip her bicep in desperation. They continued rutting against each other in almost perfect rhythm, bodies synchronised with each other, making both of their releases near quickly.
Nina pulled away from the kiss as Abby pushed her back down onto the bed, somehow improving the angle of her thrusts. She still had a hand on the latter’s bicep, the other twisting in the sheets as she felt heat build stronger and stronger in her core, letting out little high-pitched keens in time with their movement.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” The brunette panted, voice high in her throat, meeting the blonde’s strokes enthusiastically. Abby grinned once again as she moved a hand behind herself, lowering it to be able to thrust two fingers into Nina, curling them just right to earn a groan from her.
“Go on, baby,” She said, not even thinking about the words coming out of her mouth, and not caring as she attentively watched her roommate let out her loudest, most drawn-out moan yet, squeezing her eyes shut, nails digging into Abby's bicep and her hips twitching under her own with the aftershocks from her orgasm.
The slide of her cunt against the brunette’s became much slicker as a result, but she let up, staving off her own release.
“Why’d you stop?” Nina whined, looking up at her with furrowed brows, letting her grip on her relax but not leave.
“You already came,” She answered simply, moving her leg off of the other’s and preparing to stand up, but the hand on her bicep tightened once again.
“But you didn’t,” The brunette stated, still panting a bit, hazel eyes darting back and forth between blue ones as she moved to sit up next to her.
“It’s not a big deal,” She replied defensively, genuinely confused and feeling a little exposed at the worry in her roommate's gaze.
“Oh, it is a big deal,” Nina responded, lowering her voice a bit as she leaned in, testing the waters. If she didn’t want to finish, that was completely fine, but if she only stopped because of Nina, that wouldn’t fly.
They shared a look in silence, the blonde’s skeptical gaze returning the brunette’s questioning one, which quickly turned heated when Abby felt a hand slowly slide over her inner thigh and higher up.
“Tell me to stop,” The brunette whispered, their faces inches away, both taking turns glancing at the other’s lips.
“I won’t,” was the whispered green light that had Nina sliding her hand over her folds and smashing their lips together. She felt a hand fly up to cradle her head, fingers twining in her hair as they moaned in unison.
She quickly pulled away, though, moving to push Abby down so she lay on her back with Nina kneeling over her and resuming the kiss. She shortly broke away again, though, trailing wet kisses and bites down her neck and torso, moving her hands under the blonde’s thighs to push them up and place them over her own shoulders once she reached her core.
“Shit…” Abby breathed, letting a hand rest on the brunette’s head, twining her fingers in her hair once more yet not pulling her away. The latter took that as her final “Go” signal and moved down to lick a stripe from her hole all the way to her clit, which earned her a groan in response.
Nina moved a hand to the blonde’s abdomen, partially to steady her and partially to feel the hard, sculpted muscles there. She began licking more firmly, flattening her tongue against her folds with every pass. She alternated between tonguing at her entrance and sucking her clit, varying the pressure and form to see what worked best. As she pressed her tongue inside fully and managed to nudge her clit with her nose, she got a rewarding loud moan from the woman under her.
Abby felt her thighs tightening around Nina’s head of their own accord, feeling the shiver that wracked her partner's body at the action. This motivated her to continue tongue fucking her persistently, making the heat quickly return to the blonde’s core in full swing.
“Keep going…” She ordered, voice shaky but tone firm as she tightened her grip in Nina’s hair, causing her to moan pathetically at the pleasurable sting. The vibrations from it went straight to her clit and without even having a chance to think about giving her a warning, she came with a long groan, feeling her legs clench around the brunette’s head in an unsuccessful attempt to close. The latter pulled away with a soft moan, looking up at her while licking her lips.
“Was it good for you?” Nina asked sarcastically, voice wrecked, barely hiding a shit-eating grin behind her pressed-together lips. Even with her hair completely messed up and the entire lower half of her face covered in slick, she manages to crack a joke.
“Get off me,” Abby said softly, her reluctant smile not being lost on the brunette, even if she chose not to comment on it. She obliged, sitting back on her haunches as Abby got up, leaving her bed warm but empty.
The blonde headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, downing it in one go before pouring another and heading back to her roommate’s bed, setting it on the bedside table as she sat back down next to her, now, supine form.
They sat in silence for a long beat, the only sound being Nina’s quiet swallows as she drank the entire glass.
“Thanks,” She said gently as she set it down, staying propped up on her elbow, watching Abby’s shoulders rise and fall with her breaths, appreciating the sunset for allowing just enough light to highlight her back muscles beautifully. She felt her throat dry as the blonde unwittingly flexed them.
“’m sorry for my outburst earlier,” Abby started hesitantly, voice quiet and gentle and even harder to hear with her back turned to Nina. But she caught it.
“It’s okay,” The brunette replied, feeling affection wash over her at the apology.
“No, it isn’t,” She protested, "I'm not denying that you put yourself in unnecessary danger, but… you’re alive. I shouldn’t have yelled at you over hypotheticals. You’re a skilled fighter and you clearly knew what you were doing, so… I’m sorry,” Her voice dropped almost to a whisper as she turned her head slightly to make eye contact with Nina, whose gaze was already on her.
They stared at each other in silence, sitting with the sentiment heavy in the air between them. It was rare for Abby to own up to her mistakes, seeing as she was the most stubborn person to walk the Earth, so sue Nina if the sudden declaration made her chest tighten with emotion. Though, instead of acknowledging it, she spoke, gaze still locked on the blonde’s.
“You are going soft on me, lover,” She teased, earning a shove to her shoulder, knocking her onto her back and making her giggle at the reaction.
“Fuck you,” Abby said as she stood up and walked down the stairs and over to her own bed.
Nina pretended not to notice the further clench in her chest, now overflowing with rejection.
“‘Think ya just did,” She said instead, trying to cheer herself back up and getting a scoff in response.
“You’re the worst,” The blonde said as she climbed onto her own bed, sitting upright as she began to undo her braid.
“Whatever you say!” She said in a sing-song tone, pulling her covers over herself.
Neither said anything more after that. Nina lay on her back, staring at the ceiling and stealing occasional glances at Abby, dreading the loss of the sunlight available just a few minutes ago and the appearance of moonlight filling their room, disallowing her from fully seeing the figure she fantasised about so often.
Knowing that their rivalry was one-sided but very much present made Nina feel almost guilty anytime she indulged in said fantasies. She did try to pretend to hate the blonde, if only to keep up appearances, but deep down she didn't have a single grudge-holding bone in her body. And who could really blame her? Abby possessed a rare beauty you'd only get to see a handful of chances in one lifetime: her smooth, freckled skin, littered in scars from various battles, those simultaneously shown in her incredible physique; her hooded, blue eyes accompanied by long, luscious eyelashes that framed them perfectly; her plush lips, always seeming to sit in a pout, and her large, sharp nose, the arch of which was an artist's dream. Her personality was also beautiful, even if Nina never got to experience it firsthand: she was caring and kind, witty and always poking fun with her friends, her smile capable of brightening anyone's day in an instant. The brunette felt a pang of sadness run through her as she pathetically wondered whether she'd ever be able to be the cause of said smile.
In the opposite corner of the room, Abby finished unbraiding her hair, blissfully unaware of the thoughts brewing in her roommate's mind, running her fingers through her golden locks to detangle any knots and to help relax her scalp. As she did so, she coincidentally let her own thoughts drift across the room.
So maybe Abby didn’t hate her. That didn’t mean all negative feelings towards the woman were completely gone, yet she suddenly couldn’t remember the initial reasoning behind her hatred. She was never too good at hating anybody, really, so it made sense that she couldn’t keep resenting this woman for no viable reason, right? As she ran down her train of thought, she pointedly ignored the hint of something that hung in the air before she’d gotten up earlier, chasing after her and clouding her mind now.
As sleep tugged at her eyelids, she decided that that was a problem for future Abby to unpack - present Abby was going to try to get some rest.
is the cure to female loneliness fucking your roommate?
ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ, ᴄᴏᴘɪᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ/ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ꜰᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴀɪ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍꜱ.