Messy - Abby Anderson x Fem Reader

Chapter 15 - Please be mine. Only mine.

As soon as we walked through the gates back into the settlement, we parted ways rather awkwardly. Eve, surprisingly, shot Abby a nasty glare but I didn't say anything. As long as she's off my back for once, especially with what just happened with Abby.

Abby's patrol group checked up on her as usual but I hastily made my way back to my little cabin. Luckily, Lev nor Mel were there so I had some peace and quiet to sit alone.

And try to figure out how to hide the hickeys on my neck.

'•'•'•'•'

“What's the deal with you and Y/N?” Eve asks, eyes narrowed as she steps closer, waving the rest of the patrol group off despite their concerns over Abby who simply raises a brow in response. Though, the team disperse, leaving Abby and Eve alone.

“What's it to you?” Abby rasps out, adjusting her beanie on her head as her own blue eyes pierce Eve's. She had a bad feeling about Eve since they first met, remembering the woman's unnecessary glare.

Eve only huffs as she tries not to let the height difference intimidate her. “If the answer weren't something wrong, then you'd tell. Wouldn't you?” Her tone is a smug one, trying to challenge Abby.

A scoff escapes Abby's lips which upturn into a smile. She stays quiet for a moment before her tongue probes the inside of her cheek and she adjusts her stance, crossing her muscular arms. As she speaks, her smile remains. “Does your boyfriend know you're interested in my girlfriend?”

Eve's expression drops even further and anger seems to overtake her. She holds back though, incredibly aware of the height and strength difference between the two women. “She's— seriously? So, what, you're her new toy now? You know what happened to Leanne, right?”

There's a tiny movement in Abby's brows - a soft crease between them which does not go unnoticed by Eve.

“There's no way you two are girlfriends and she hasn't told you about Leanne,” the woman taunts.

“We’ve spoken about Leanne,” Abby retorts, her voice firm to gain some sort of power back in this conversation. “But we haven't spoken about you once.”

Eve huffs once more before taking a step closer to lower her voice. “She's never spoken about you.”

Abby swallows thickly, her mind snapping back to the journal she found and how her name was written in there for every single entry. She bows her head a little to get to Eve's height, and mutters back, “No. She doesn't speak my name. She moans it.”

Eve grimaces and clenches her fists by her sides. “God, I knew you'd be so… so—”

“Go take care of Mel,” Abby interrupts, her voice a little louder this time. Muttering swears under her breath, Eve turns to leave, storming off down the small, snow-covered pathway.

Abby rubs her neck, thinking back to the hickies. Then she lets out a deep sigh as she realises she had called Y/N her girlfriend. Her goddamn girlfriend. Were they even on those terms yet? Clearly not since they continued to argue even after sex.

“Fuck,” she grumbles, laughing dryly to herself, and she sets off in the direction of the cabin.

'•'•'•'•'

My head snaps up as I hear the door open, my eyes landing on Abby. She avoids looking at me, as expected, and I re-tie my shoelaces just to keep my hands busy.

God, it's so fucking awkward. How the hell did I kiss her so hard? The hickeys are so…

Okay. Stop it. Focus on fixing this.

No, she should be the one apologising.

Did she even fuck me for me or would she have done that to anybody?

“Abby,” I call out, my eyes on her back as she places her backpack down on the floor by the table. She pauses but doesn't turn to look at me. “Look at me, come on. Don't be a big baby about…whatever. I don't even know what I mean when I say whatever because what the hell just happened between us?”

Reluctantly, she turns to face me, slipping her beanie off as she does so. Her hands blindly flatten her hair, making it neater. Her expression seems dazed though, and that makes me frown.

“Abby? What the— why do you look so weird?” I stand up, taking a few steps towards her.

“I called you my girlfriend,” she says quietly. Her lips remain parted as she stares at me, and I halt in my steps. My heart skips at her words but my cheeks redden with the sudden panic that rises in me.

“Girlfriend?” I splutter out.

She lets out a deep sigh, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, and she looks away, shifting her weight onto one hip. “Was there anything between you and Evelynn? Ever?”

Eve? I scoff, but I'm still caught off guard from the “girlfriend” comment. “Slow down, alright? What the fuck, Abby?”

She rubs her hand over her face, in what I can assume to be mild frustration, and she steps closer to me, her gaze finally locking with mine. “She asked me what's going on between you and I, and I told her you were my girlfriend. You are, right? I mean, you will be? Fuck. Will you be?”

Her words take me by surprise and my eyes widen. I stare at her in shock, trying to comprehend her words. Is she asking me to be her girlfriend?

Is she fucking asking me that?

My throat goes dry so I fail to speak, but my mind races with thoughts. I ignore the uncomfortable look on her face.

“Did I mess up?” she asks quietly but not shyly, simply lowering the volume of her voice.

“You're asking me to be your girlfriend,” I state after a moment. Why was Eve even asking this? And why the fuck was Abby's first instinct to say I'm her girlfriend? Sure, the sex was good, but does she actually like me like that? “Eve isn't interested in me, you don't need to try to own me with a label that I'm not sure you'll even be able to commit to.”

She takes another step closer to me and her hands reach out towards my face, as if wanting to cup it but they lack the confidence to do so. “Don't say that. I'm not trying to own you. We— we had sex before I could ask the question so—”

“We had sex because you were lonely though, didn't we?” I mutter, pushing her arms away as I turn stubbornly. God, why isn't there one thing she can do for me that's genuine? “And don't act like you would've asked the question anyway. You didn't even want me when you had me.”

“Fuck, Y/N, listen to me.” She grabs my arm, tugging me in her direction, forcing me to look back at her. I keep my expression hardened. “I deserve this, okay? I know that. I'll take it. I'll take what you throw at me. But at least give me another chance? I know I hurt you but I'm not gonna do that again. I— not when I regret a lot of things with Owen.”

My expression softens as I feel my resolve breaking, my love for Abby beginning to resurface. But I don't say anything.

“You can be mean. It won't push me away. And I won't ever let you go again, and I won't push you away, and—”

“Shut up,” I mutter, my hands already on her freckles cheeks and pulling her in for a kiss. As our lips meet, her grip on my arm loosens and she holds me by my waist instead, responding quite softly.

It feels perfect.

It feels so fucking perfect and right. She's the one for me, I know. I know now. How can it not be true when I feel so complete when I'm with her? When she's giving me attention?

“You promise?” I murmur against her lips, breaking the kiss.

Her arms pull me closer until my hips touch hers. “I promise,” she mumbles back, resting her forehead against mine. “Don't say yes now. I want to earn it. Just pretend for Eve, I don't plan on looking like a fool in front of her.”

I chuckle quietly and allow my hands to rest on the back of her neck. “Alright, alright. Think word’ll get out?”

There's a light smile on her lips now. “Nah.”

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