First Son, Cursed Son

She's gonna raise hell

Willow pulls back first to draw a shaky breath and looks up through her lashes to see his reaction. He's looking at her and she sees the flicker of desire in his eyes. She exhales and laughs, reaching up to kiss behind his ear. He moans slightly, digging his fingernails into her waist. She intertwines her fingers with his and tugs him towards the stairs.

They sink down onto her bed, Abel roughly tugging her shirt up so he can explore her stomach. She follows his lead, pulling his kutte off and slipping her fingers under the waistband of his jeans. He sucks in a breath and she grins, finding his mouth. He grabs her ribcage and moves her further up, hovering over the top of her, one knee between her legs.

She gasps, an overwhelming urge to vomit overtaking her. She tries to breathe but the air isn't making it to her lungs. She presses on his shoulders desperately, wheezing, her eyes bulging. In a flash, Abel is off the bed and across the room. Willow sits up shakily, drawing her knees to her chest and using them to support her chin. She closes her eyes and focuses on making sure her breathing returns to normal.

"I'm sorry. I should've known." Abel whispers, his voice sounding broken. Willow opens her eyes and finds him sitting in her chair, head in hands. "Wills, I'm sorry. I should go." He stands up and Willow leaps off the bed, catching his hand. He looks at her, eyes glistening.

"Abel, it wasn't you." She says, the words rolling off her tongue before she can even try to formulate what she's going to say. "Are you forgetting that you were the one who got me out of there? I just need... To go slower." She reassures him and he's still.

"I knew that trauma like that leaves scars and I completely disregarded it. I could've caused something much worse." He mutters.

"But you can also fix it." She says softly, gently guiding him back to her bed. "The last time I got a full nights sleep with no nightmares was when you stayed with me. Please stay again." She asks and he nods without looking at her. They carefully climb into bed, Willow placing Abel's arms around her.

"Are you ok?" He asks her, his nose nuzzled into her hair. She smiles slightly at the sensation of his hot breath against her scalp.

"Perfect." She murmurs back.

She wakes up to the feeling of someone still pressed up against her back and she smiles to herself, rolling over without opening her eyes. When she doesn't collide with a body, she frowns and cracks her eyes open. She spots a piece of paper on the bed next to her and picks it up, reading and rubbing her eyes.

Willow, I'm downstairs. Didn't want your brothers to know.

She stretches out, pulling on an oversized sweatshirt and walking downstairs, looking around blearily. Abel is sitting at the kitchen table and she smiles, entering and making her way towards the fridge.

"Get my note?" He asks, reading the paper.

"I did." She confirms, grabbing the orange juice and holding it up. He shakes his head, gesturing to a glass of milk. With a shrug, she pours herself a glass and stands behind, reading the top stories. "Any trouble with the club?"

"None." He says distractedly, scanning the paper. "Give it a couple days though just in case."

"Of course." She says, resting her chin on his head. He twists so he's looking up at her. She raises an eyebrow.

"About last night." He says and her heart sinks. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tried to move that fast with you."

"That?" She asks in surprise. "Abel, I told you, it's ok. I just needed a second to compose myself. You didn't do anything wrong. I didn't even know I would react like that. I just think if we take it slow, I'll move past it."