Realism Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Abigale, Abigale ❯ Chapter 2

Abigale was lying in her bed when the doorbell rung. She didn't want to get up, but she knew no one else was home. She slipped on a pair of shorts under the large shirt she was wearing. She glanced at the candles she kept lit at night to be sure they weren't close to anything flammable. Then she headed down stairs when the doorbell rang for the second time.

The person she met at the door was not who she expected. He was the last person she expected. It was Lucian. Before she was over her initial shock he had closed the door behind him. He had his hands in his pockets and wore a button up shirt, unbuttoned, over a black wife beater.

“What are you doing here?” she asked finally. He gave her that sexy half grin that always made her heart beat faster.

“I'm here to cheer you up,” he said, stepping closer. Abigale gave a mirthless laugh as an answer.

“I don't think you can,” she stated. “There's nothing you can do.” He had taken another step closer.

“I think differently,” he said, slipping his hands into hers. Abigale lost her train of thought as the blazing sensation his touch brought consumed her. He moved closer and nuzzled his way to her neck, trailing his hands up her arms. A thought struck her and she clung to it so as not to get lost in the sensations rocketing through her body.

“What about my family?” she asked, pushing him away.

“They won't be back until tomorrow afternoon,” he said confidently. She opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off. “I know where they are, Abby.”

She'd forgotten exactly how he could manipulate his father into telling him where people were and when they were getting back. His father worked at the airport.

She lost her train of thought again when his hands slipped around her. He lifted his lips to hers. The kiss started soft with him going as slow as if it were her first. She slid her arms around his neck, trying to get as close to him as possible. Her body was burning so hot she couldn't stand it. He wasn't deepening the kiss and she was getting impatient. She felt him moan into her mouth when she bit his lip and deepened the kiss herself. When they broke the kiss they were both breathing hard. Abigale's eyes had grown dark with the heat that was coursing through her veins. He backed her up against a wall and slid his hands down her sides. He slipped his fingers in the waist band of her shorts. He tugged them down slightly. She gasped as his lips met her hip. Her hands went to his shoulders as he trailed kisses along her panty line. He pulled her shorts the rest of the way down, taking her underwear with them. He lifted each foot carefully to slide the material from her legs. While kneeling he slide one hand between her legs, hooking the back of her leg and bringing it over his shoulder. Holding it there he gripped her hip with his other hand. He laid kisses along her inner thigh, leading to her center. Her fingers bit into his shoulders as a moan escaped her lips.

“Lucian,” she called so softly he barely heard. With one last nip he rose from between her legs. The look in her eyes made him yearn to be inside her. She slipped her hands between them and started to undo his belt. “Lucian, I need you,” she said in a husky voice that was a mere whisper. He caught her lips with his as he pressed her further against the wall. She fumbled with his buttons, tugging free of the kiss to concentrate. He reached down to help her. His jeans pooled at his ankles within moments. He never wore any underwear. They pushed their bodies together once more, lips joining. His hands wandered down her sides, finally cupping her rear and lifting her. She wrapped her legs around him as soon as her feet left the ground. One hand holding her thigh, he put the other between them to find her center. He slipped one finger inside her then slid his member in alongside it. She moaned with pleasure. He pulled his hand back and placed it on her other thigh, holding her in place as he thrust himself deep within her. Her nails were digging into his flesh through his shirt, her other hand twined in his dark hair. He was using the wall as leverage to get the best angle of penetration. Her calls were becoming more high-pitched with each second. She was driving him on with her heel. they both cried out with orgasm. Her legs clamped tight around him through her release.

Lucian disengaged and set Abigale down. They were both breathing hard. He bent down and pulled on his pants, picking up her shorts along the way. He wrapped his hand around hers and lead her up the stairs.

Closing the door behind them he left her in the middle of the room to go put her shorts in the dirty clothes hamper in her bathroom.

She crossed the room to her bed, feeling the rug that surrounded her bed between her toes. She sat on the black satin of her bed and glanced down at the wood floor surrounding the dark violet rug.

Lucian came out of the bathroom and leaned on the door frame. Abigale turned his way, and smiled. He kicked his shoes off and pulled off his button up shirt. Abigale's smile slowly faded as he drew closer.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked. Lucian froze where he was, a couple steps away from the rug. His expression became pained.

“When you collapsed in class I was so worried. I-I didn't know what to do.” He swallowed audibly. “I don't know if you've noticed, but I-I can't keep my eyes off you. I can't stand seeing you in pain.”

“That's not why you're doing this. I don't know if I should trust you,” she state3d blandly. His expression became even more pained.

“You're right, but-but I can't lose you!” he said, voice breaking. He closed the distance between them quickly, falling to his knees, burying his face in her lap and wrapping his arms around her. “I need you. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I didn't know what I had.”

Abigale placed one hand on his back and stroked his hair with the other. A faded smile on her face.

“Oh, Abigale, Abigale. Will you ever forgive me?” he asked, raising his head to meet her eyes. More of her smile faded into existence.

“How could I not?” Pure love was reflected in her expression. Lucian's eyes darkened in that moment from brown to near black. Abigale gasped at her body's reaction to slight changes in his expressions.

Lucian rose to place his lips against hers. He deepened the kiss immediately, a deep need emanating from hi. Abigale's body responded obediently to his touch. Without knowing how or why, she was pulling his shirt off over his head. He trailed his fingers up her sides, pushing her shirt up along the way. His touch left a burning sensation on her skin, causing a shiver to roll down her spine.

The shirt was gone, catapulted to some remote corner of the room. He moved her to the center of the bed, not bothering to pull back the blankets. His pants had disappeared at some point between him moving her and climbing onto the bed himself. He parted her legs as he lowered himself atop her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, weaving on hand into his dark hair. He entered her then. Digging her nails into his back and tugging on his hair, she strived along with him to reach climax. When it did come, it came fast and hard. They lay there panting with exhaustion afterwards.

Abigale recovered first, her heart slowing to the pace it usually was when Lucian was close. She began running her fingers through his hair, it had grown since the last time he had touched it. She glanced down to where her arm rested on his shoulder. It still amazed her how much her skin color differed from his. Where his was a deep caramel, hers was a milky white. They were complete opposites, yet he was the most desirable man she had ever known.

Lucian pulled her from her thoughts when he started to move. He rolled onto his side and stared into her eyes.

“You're beautiful,” he said. Abigale turned on her side, propping her head up with one hand and placing the other on her hip. She stared at him in all her splendor.

“Are you being complimentary, Mr. `I'm Still Wearing my Socks?'” she stated. They both laughed; him with his rare laughter, though he smiled a lot his laugh was heard less often; and her with her laughter that shook her entire body and cheered her eyes. He pulled his socks off and they both climbed under the covers.

Settling herself in his arms, Abigale brushed a stray lock away from her face. She was content to let her mind wander until a question popped into her head.

“Lucian?” she whispered, not wanting to wake him if he was sleeping.

“Mm-hm?” he mumbled, opening his eyes.

“Why do they call you Lucy?” she asked. He turned a little red and smiled slightly.

“You know I have two little sisters, right?” She nodded, of course she knew. She didn't spend much time around them, though. “Well, one of the guys was around when the oldest got out of preschool. Little Chelsea. She couldn't say My name when she was little. Instead she called my Lucy. I think it was her first day or something because she was really excited to see me. Well, she tackled me and shouted `Lucy!' Benny started making fun of me and it kinda stuck.”

“Awww! That's so cute!” she said, smiling up at him. He returned the smile and kissed her forehead.

“Hon, you need to get some sleep. It's almost midnight,” Lucian said gently. He pulled the blanket up further around her and tucked his arms around her.

Abigale fell asleep to the sound of his heart resonating through her being.

 

 

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