I Am Not Yours

A Hush, Hush Contract

November 1913

They stood in his doorway, kissing for what felt like about an hour, though it was not, before Henry closed the door finally and deepened the kiss more. His hands roamed the woman's body with curiosity before he began to undo the buttons on her coat and she pulled it off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the corridor floor before placing her hands on his face again.

Soft moans and hums escaped both of their throats in the kiss while they moved together toward the stairs, not even making it up the fifth step before they collapsed to the ground. Abigail laid back, her body spread across three of the stairs while Henry hovered over her, neither of them breaking the kiss while Henry undid his tie and Abigail grabbed ahold of it, sliding it off of him.

The mayor grew impatient with Abigail's blouse buttons and attempted to untuck the white garment from her lavender skirt, but once it was untucked, Abigail pushed Henry's hands away, still refusing to allow him to see her naked. "No." She whispered into the kiss. "We aren't married." She justified to him.

"Then I will stop." Henry told her.

"Don't you dare!" She demanded, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down for another kiss while her free hand reached between them, hungrily undoing his trousers and pushing her hand down inside them to massage his throbbing member. "I want you inside me again." She whispered against his lips.

Henry pulled his head away to look down at her hand under his pants and he let out a breath. "Abigail." He hummed after saying her name. "We-...We shouldn't-" He began to protest her actions, but they felt so good and he hated how dirty she made him feel but loved it at the same time. "I don't want to make you do something you don't want to do." He finally said aloud.

"Who says I don't want to do this?" She asked him. "Do YOU?"

"Yes." He said without hesitation and Abigail smiled, kissing his lips again with more hunger than before.

Knowing now that they both wanted it made her even more eager for him to enter her and she impatiently pulled off her under slip from beneath her skirt and pushed Henry's pants off of him. Abigail's eagerness only egged Henry on more and he pushed into her the second he could, the feeling of being inside of her once again fulfilling him at last. He had missed being inside her, despite his weak attempts to avoid her the last month when he had thought he took advantage of her the first time. Now knowing that she didn't think of him as a predator (he at least didn't THINK she thought of him as one), made him feel better about touching her and he slid a hand up her skirt to grip her thigh harshly, unintentionally leaving bruises as he did.

Their moans and cries of pleasure rang out in the middle of his staircase and the longer he was inside of her, the more dirty they both felt, but this time in a different way. They knew that if there was a God who watched them...that He would most certainly disapprove of such wrong doings, but it made them act even more as naughty children, rebelling against all the rules. Abigail had always been obedient and did her duties as a daughter, sister, wife, and mother....but now in this moment...she finally understood why outlaws had become outlaws.

It was wrong. But it felt damn good.

"I-I...can't believe we are doin-doing this a-again." She admitted before letting out a sensual whimper while Henry moved in and out of her in a comfortable rhythm. "You make me crazy." She said, looking into his eyes.

"You DRIVE me crazy, Abigail." Henry replied to her, his voice even more raspy than usual.

"Sa-Say my name again." She quietly begged him as she felt herself threatening to cum soon.

"Abigail." He obeyed her and the woman let out a high pitched breath, raking her nails down his shirted back and her legs tightened around him before she reached her climax, moaning his name in return.

"He-Henry!" She whined a bit. "We ca-can't tell anybody about this." She hummed as the man on top of her slowed his movements down but moved more sensually, leaning over to kiss her neck. "God, why does this keep happening?" She hummed, tilting her head to the side to give him more access to her neck. She slid a hand up into his salt and pepper hair, massaging it and tugging on it with approval as his tongue slid over a bite mark he gave her. "You are like an addiction." She whispered, closing her eyes and taking in the smell of him so close to her.

Soon, Henry's movements grew a bit out of rhythm as he was certain he would finish soon and Abigail pulled his head away from her neck to look at him, nodding a little as if to demand he cum in that second and looking into her eyes pushed him over the edge as he spilled his juices inside of her with a soft groan.

Abigail softly smiled up at him before pulling him down for a soft but sensual kiss and she clenched her walls around him a few times to make sure he still felt good before pulling out of her without breaking the kiss.

"Mmmm, you should stay the night." Henry offered her after a long session of pecks and french kisses.

"I can't." She stated softly, still massaging his hair. "I need to get home to the kids."

"And nobody can know about us." He said, knowing that would be the next thing she would say.

"They won't understand....we will be judged harshly for this. You could lose your job. I'd lose the cafe. We have to be careful. The only way this could EVER come out is if we get married and THAT is definitely NOT happening." Abigail insisted before she suddenly sat up. "Oh, God...Frank....Nora...What have we done?"

"Don't do that. Not now. You will ruin a good moment." Henry begged. "I don't want to go back to feeling like I have to stay away from you. It's too hard and then I find myself..."

"What? You find yourself what?" She asked.

"M-..." He sighed at what he was about to admit. "Missing you."

"Henry, that is ridiculous."

"I know." He answered her, though it felt as though he had been stabbed in the chest. "Then don't say another word....And kiss me more."

Abigail couldn't help but smile as he said that and she leaned over him beside her, kissing him for a while longer on the stairs before she soon broke it to stand, her blouse halfway out of her skirt and she noticed a few undone buttons. Henry sat up on the stair his butt was seated on and he watched her fix herself up to look presentable before even giving her hair a few shakes with her hand.

"I am glad you started to wear your hair down." He told her, breaking the silence.

"What?"

"After that day in the cafe...when I told you that your hair was very becoming of you...I was glad you started to wear it down following my statement."

"That wasn't for you, Henry." Abigail half-lied. She HAD wanted him to compliment her more after that, seeing as she liked the attention from anyone after Noah passed away, but she had also begun to feel more beautiful herself by wearing it down. It was a decision she made on her own, though Henry aided in the decision slightly.

"Well...either way...I think it looks lovely." He smiled up at her.

"Thank you." She smiled back a bit before taking a deep breath. "I have to go....Thank you for tonight and....I am sorry that this happened again."

"I'm not." He admitted.

They both exchanged soft smiles and an eye contact that acted as a hush, hush contract and Abigail left his place, just then feeling the pain in her back from hitting the stairs so much while they–

She smiled to herself and realized how much better she felt this time leaving his place though she knew what they did was very wrong, but it gave her a new confidence she hadn't felt before and she knew that the next morning...she would waltz right up to that Caroline and give her a piece of her mind before ever allowing her to take those children away from her.