So @leiaorganax‘s birthday was in the beginning of this month, and while I didn’t really know her then, it’s been a week and she’s now a big part of my daily life, so I couldn’t help but bring her a belated birthday present :)
So Happy belated Birthday, Justine!!! I do hope you continue to have a nice year and I hope you enjoy this little drabble :)
Once once again, using one of the @kabbyposmeme, so this goes out for “looks”!!
ENJOY!!!
Marcus had healed well. Abby could remember a time where he had barely been able to stand, and completely bedridden, and before that, she remembered his time in cryo. But now Marcus stood and walked around, shirtless, his scar visible, she knew it would never be gone, a reminder of the time she almost lost him for good.
Abby right now was a bit more focused on how good he looked. Almost double the age of the men he as working with, but he held his own. Building a home for 400 people wasn’t easy work, especially when they still hadn’t woken up everyone, so slowly they were moving things around to make space in the caves for everyone.
Marcus bend down to pick up another piece of wood, his back muscles in full display, and then his arms, lifting the wooden bin over his shoulder and walking up to one of the caves. His large arms, that could hold her down as he fucked her relentlessly, or the arms that held her up when he fucked her against the wall.
Those large and strong arms that she just needed around her right now, maybe for more than just being around her. Marcus was oblivious as she kept watching him as he moved back and forward with the cut wood, sweating more and more, and while Abby was too far to see the actual sweat, she couldn’t help but imagine the small drops running across his body, going under his jeans, that she couldn’t help but focus her eyes on as well, as they hung around his ass rather well.
“You know you could try to be less obvious,” a voice interrupted her thoughts.
“What?”
“You’re almost drooling, Abby,” Charmaine said, sitting next to her. “Weren’t you suppose to be writing down some more medical stuff from the last time they let you go up to see the library?”
“I am.”
“The paper is clean,” she said. “You look about ready to come.”
“Hey!!” Abby protested to only be met with Charmaine’s smirk, and since she wasn’t in any position to argue, she changed the subject. “Where’s Hope?”
“Madi, Indra and Gaia have her. I was going to go help with building the new houses, I’m missing some hard labor.”
“Ohhh... you’re joining them?” she asked surprised.
“Yes, Doc. Why so surprised? Desire to see me shirtless or jealous of me being close to Kane?”
“He will get flustered you with you close to him shirtless,” Abby said with a laugh.
“I would offer you to join us, but I think you’re quite good here on your own,” Charmaine said standing up, taking off her jacket, leaving her only in a top that didn’t do much to hold her chest, which Abby guessed was her plan, as she bend down, giving her a full view of her cleavage, before her lips came to rest close to her ear to whisper, “You will still have a view from the trees, but privacy will be assured.” With that, she left her with Shaw’s jacket that now smelled like her, and one of her signature smirks.
Abby’s eyes followed her figure as she walked off, before finding Marcus again, this time as he laughed at something Bellamy said, resting a hand on his shoulder, as his body stretched back, giving Abby a perfect view on the way his hair led down to his briefs, which she could see the told of now.
Charmaine approached them, Bellamy taking off and leaving her alone with Marcus. As she observed them, the more she knew Charmaine knew she was looking.
Abby observed from afar, as she took every chance to touch him, first in less than obvious ways, but by now, she couldn’t blame Marcus if he was hard, as Charmaine pushed her boobs onto his back, for some excuse Abby couldn’t even fathom.
And while Abby was in part jealous, the part of her that was turned on was much larger, and she was near to giving in to Charmaine’s proposal to look for a more discreet place, when she decided on something else.
Putting on Charmaine’s jacket around her, she got up and walked up to the site, with the full confidence of a woman who needed some relief right now.
“Bellamy, do you mind if I borrow Marcus for a few minutes.”
“Of course not, Abby,” he answered. “The work is moving well. We can hold the fort without him.”
“Thank you,” she said, ready to approach Marcus, but he must have heard her because he was ready to go. But instead of going back to camp, Abby took him down the caves, closer to the water.
But before they were too far away, she made sure to look behind her, and cross her eyes perfectly with Charmaine, and if she was smart enough she would know to follow them.
“I need you,” Abby whispered pulling him into the last cave, far away enough from everybody else, almost everybody else. Pulling his lips down to hers, holding strongly into his hair, Marcus didn’t waste any time kissing her back, and leading her back into a wall, and with his body pressed against hers, she knew she had been right, he was already hard.
“You’re eager,” she said, pulling away from his lips, as her hands fumbled with his pants and zipper, and he didn’t take long to free her as well.
“You’re one to talk,” he whispered, quickly pulling two fingers inside of her, knowing exactly how ready and wet she was.
“Now, Marcus,” she said, pulling herself up, to hold on to him, as he pushed himself inside her. From that moment on, there were no slow movements, everything was hard and fast, desperate for more and for kind of release.
But there was also something else between them, Abby could smell Charmaine still on his body as she held on and buried her face on his shoulder, still careful not to leave marks since he would have to go back to work after, and Marcus had his face deep on her jacket, the only thing protecting Abby from the rocks of the cave, and the object that more distinctively smelled that perfume Charmaine had made and insisted on wearing (much to Octavia’s annoyance who was allergic).
None of them mentioned it, but the smell made each thrust stronger, each movement hotter, each minute closer to orgasm, and while none would say it in that moment, they both came with the thought of a third presence in the room with them. And two distracted by each other, and their own thoughts, none noticed a shadow in the cave entrance, who had simply observed, smirking as she knew she had gotten into their heads (next time it would be their pants).
