Messy - Abby Anderson x Fem Reader

Chapter 18 - I love you.

"Can you be a bit more gentle?" I mumble, my gaze fixed to the floor as I can barely manage to look into Abby's eyes.

Her hands pause before she continues to remove the bloody bandages from my hand a bit slower, more specifically my blown-off ring finger and pinkie. My whole hand throbs, even days after the gore, but I never complain.

"I'm sorry, you know," I whisper, bowing my head down a little. All I feel is heart-wrenching guilt.

"I know," she whispers back, leaning down to kiss my barely-healing skin.

"I led her right to you. Right to you," I whisper, more so to myself than her. I've been muttering this like a chant for hours on end.

Abby's hand gently reaches out to grasp my chin, guiding my gaze to her eyes. "She's gone," she whispers, her eyes flickering between mine. "We're safe. You're safe. I'm safe."

I swallow thickly and glance down at my bare hand. My face twists into a grimace at my three remaining fingers and I look away, closing my eyes as I try to take a deep breath.

"Can you please wrap it up again?" I whisper. Soon enough, I feel a fresh bandage wrap around my hand, covering the nasty injury. "Thanks."

I remember seeing the gun.

Then it pointing right at Abby.

Then I reached out in front of Abby.

I grimace as I exhale sharply, forcing myself to look back at her face, counting her freckles again. She seems to notice, and she gives me a small smile.

"Stop remembering," she murmurs softly, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I can't help it," I mumble back, my eyes moving up from her cheeks to her eyes. "Please make me forget again."

"Can you drink something first?" But before I can answer, she's already reaching for a bottle of water and handing it to me.

Hesitantly, I take the bottle and drink a few sips. Small sips, but more than I've been willing to have for the past however many hours.

She stands up, clearing away the medical equipment needed for me, and she leans down to press a kiss against my forehead.

Silence falls over the room as I watch her walk over to the windows, closing the curtains to give us utmost privacy.

"And then you'll go out and eat. Properly," she sighs out, leaning down to pick me up off the chair. My arms wrap around her neck and my legs around her waist, and she carries me over to the bedroom.

Feeling the soft mattress beneath me, I close my eyes as I take a deep breath.

"I love you," she murmurs, kissing my neck gently. It's not a lustful kiss, but a loving one.

"I love you too," I murmur back, keeping my eyes closed as I bring the arm of my injured hand over my eyes.

Her hands start to slowly work on my shirt, unbuttoning it before finding purchase on my breasts and slowly massaging.

There was blood everywhere.

On my hand.

On Abby's knuckles.

All over Ellie's body...

Her thumb brushes over my nipple, hardening it. I arch my back slightly as a shaky breath escapes me, and her lips move up to my jaw, kissing along it.

I had never seen Abby so...

aggressive.

Ellie was probably dead with the first punch too...

Abby's hands move down to my sweatpants, tugging them lower and lower until she pulls them off my feet, tossing them aside. She goes for my panties next.

The way Ellie blubbered over her words,

the blood coming out instead of her voice...

My brows furrow at the memory as I squeeze my eyes shut. Abby's lips trail down to my collarbone, and to my sternum.

The cold air fans my pussy as my panties are tossed aside, and I try to close my thighs instinctively but her hands are quick to keep them apart.

"Let me help you forget, okay?" she whispers. I can only nod in response.

Ellie had no chance with Abby.

No chance at all.

She pulls away from my chest, settling between my legs, and her warm tongue licks between my folds. I gasp, arching my back as her tongue probes everywhere it can. My uninjured hand moves down to tangle in her loose hair which she has stopped braiding.

"Mmn..."

I try to gently roll my hips up into her face and she moves her hands up to resume groping my breasts. Her tongue circles around my clit, flicking and teasing my sensitive bud, and I can't help the small whine escaping my lips.

But Abby did it for me.

My Abby did it because I got hurt.

My Abby did it because somebody hurt me.

I buck my hips a little harder as her lips seal around my clit, sucking hard when she slowly lowers one of her hands from my breast. The other hand continues to tease my nipple, groping harder.

She thrusts two fingers deep inside all of a sudden, making me gasp and writhe. As her fingers pump in and out, curling them just right, I let a deep moan rip from my throat.

She laps and suckles at my clit as my thighs tremble, and I gasp, chest rising up and down heavily.

"Abby!" I cry out, rolling my hips as her fingers curl just right inside me, and I try to push her head deeper in me, my thighs tightening around her head.

She loves me.

She actually loves me.

I let out a loud cry as I cum all over her fingers, and she releases my clit to lap up my juices, almost with a hint of desperation. She doesn't remove her fingers yet, wanting to ride out my orgasm, and I pant heavily.

"I love you so much," I breathe out, releasing her head from between my thighs.

After a long moment, she finally pulls away, all breathless, her chin and lips glossy. She looks up at me with her hooded eyes. "I've always loved you. Even when I was with Owen. Even when we were...young."

I pant softly, slowly letting go of her hair as I throw my head back into the pillow. "You're a coward," is all I settle on muttering, albeit playfully.

She chuckles and gives me clit a quick kiss, making me gasp at the sensitivity. Before I can whine, she gives me a kiss on my lips, and I kiss her back deeply, not caring about my juices on her lips or chin.

We pull away after a moment, and she looks down at me with a loving gaze.

"Wanna try more positions?"

I chuckle and smack her bicep. "Fucking—oh!"

She tugs me down by my ankles, turning me over and propping my ass up, and immediately I feel my eyes roll back at the pleasure.

Which lasts a few hours, by the way.