Abby pt. 2

	“I can’t believe you really like these movies, Anon.” Abby said, only partly watching the Twilight movie you’d put on. “Who could ever like these?” You sunk a bit deeper into the couch that you sat on and Abby floated above, legs crossed.
	“There’s a reason they call it a guilty pleasure.” you said. “No need to make me feel more guilty.”
	“Oh, I’m sorry, Anon.” she said. “But you know how I feel about films like these.”
	“Yeah, yeah.” you said. Abby drifted a bit closer to you.
	“I’m just glad that the romances here are so far below our relationship—” Her eyes glanced away from you. “Oh! O-our uh-uh…” she said, flustered. You turned to the door to see the looming figure of a confused Father Costilla.
	“Oh, hey Padre.” you said calmly.
	“Our relations with the Draculas!” Abby blurted out, followed by a nervous chuckle.
	“Yeah…” you said. “Abby and I were just talking about the Draculas.” Costilla nodded.
	“It is a bit of a dodgy situation…” he said. He glanced at the tv and frowned. “You’re watching those movies again, huh?” You shrugged and nodded. “Well, I’m going to be away for an hour or two. Just hold the place down.” Your brow creased.
	“Where are you going?” you asked.
	“Well, the groceries don't just waltz into the fridge themselves, do they?” he said as he turned, leaving the room. Abby held her breath until she heard him leave through the front door.
	“That was a close one…” she said.
	“Abby, you gotta cool it.” you said. “There’s nothing suspicious about us hanging out.” She sighed.
	“I know...I’m just scared of somebody finding out.” she said, descending down closer to you. “Especially Father Costilla.”
	“Yeah, I don’t want him finding out either.” you said. “But that’s just more reason that we have to act natural.” She touched down onto the couch sitting lotus style, presumably so her feet wouldn’t touch the cushions. She sighed.
	“You wouldn’t happen to have a nagging feeling that people are going to find out no matter what we do, would you?” she asked.
	“Of course I do.” you said. “I think we should just enjoy what we have now before it get’s harder.” She looked forward, a dashed sullen expression crossing her face, before falling off, leaving her with a small smile.
	“Yeah.” she said, nodding. “Yeah...fun.”
	“Uh huh.” you said. “Fun. So let’s just relax and watch the movie.” you tried to put your arm around her heavenly shoulder, but she grabbed your arm and took a deep, nervous, or perhaps excited breath.
	“Maybe we should pause the movie.” she said.
	“Abby, you said you’d watch it.” you complained.
	“But, Anon…” she said. “I-I’m saying that we...you know...pause the movie.” She, looking embarrassed, waited for you to pick up what she was saying. You brow ruffled.
	“You don’t mean…” Her face rapidly began to flush a bright red as she quickly nodded. “I don’t know Abby…”
	“You...don’t want to?” she asked.
	“No, no!” you said. “I just...I mean, we’re already committing an egregious sin, aren’t we?”
	“Yeah…” she said. “Isn’t that the point? Isn’t this, ideally, what humans do to express their love?”
	“Well yeah, but…” You looked up at her. Her perfect facial features, her hair hanging immaculately down her neck and over her shoulders. She was a creature of absolute beauty, but that isn’t why you wanted to do this. You wanted to do it because it was Abby. Who do you love more than her? Who does she love more than you? You put your hand on top of her and felt her supernatural, heavenly warmth, emanating from beneath skin to smooth and flawless for any human to have. Despite all of her beauty and grace, Abby looked at you, her cheeks harshly blushing, as if it was her who was unworthy of you. “...Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked.
	“Never with anybody but you.” she said. You stroked the back of her hand with your index finger. “...You might have to walk me through some of the...more subtle nuances of human love making.” You chuckled. “What?” she asked, embarrassed.
	“Nothing.” you said. “I just can’t believe we’re about to do this.”
	“Yeah.” she said. “I can’t either.” She bashfully ran her fingers on the couch cushion. “So...are you ready?” she asked.
	“I am if you are.” you said. She nodded, probably psyching herself up, and rose up off the couch, turning to face you, but averting her gaze. She pinched some of the fabric of her robe, and glanced up at you, her face as flushed as you’ve ever seen, and in an instant, her robe disappeared in a flurry of sparkles, leaving her in just simple, albeit a tad more scant than you were expecting, canvas undergarments. Her arms trembled a bit as she waited for you to say something. But it was hard to think when looking at her like this.
	You already knew angels were supposed to be “the picture of elegance” or “bywords for beauty”. But seeing it all uncovered right in front of you, along with it being Abby, was all a bit overwhelming. She was the most gorgeous woman you’d ever seen. You thought Sibella was beautiful, but she paled in comparison to the arresting looks of the flustered angel in front of you. Your eyes ran across every inch of her flawless skin as it radiated a heavenly glow.
	“Wow.” you said. “Abby, you’re beautiful.” She looked down and chuckled bashfully.
	“Oh, come on…” she said.
	“Well…” you said, taking your shirt off. “You’ve already seen my without a shirt on.” You, a bit hesitantly, took off your pants as well. Abby took sighed, in a huff. If angels could sweat, she’d probably be dabbing her forehead, at least judging by how much she was blushing.
“...You’re handsome.” she said softly, as she floated to the couch, landing on her knees, allowing her feet to touch the cushions.
“Thank you, Abby.” you said sarcastically. She giggled and ran her fingernails across her thighs.
“Ok…” she said. “Are you ready?” You nodded, though you weren’t really sure if you were. She put her warm hands on your shoulders. “Alright. Just, uh...lay back, I guess.” You complied, she slowly crawled over your body. “Ready?” she asked again nervously. You nodded again, taking hold of the elastic of your underwear. “Ok. On the count of three?”
“Alright.” you said.
“One...two…” she gently closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Three.” You slid off your underwear, and, like before, in a burst of sparkles, her underwear disappeared, leaving her completely unexposed. The bosom of an angel stared you in the face, the bosom of Abby, at that. It made you feel lightheaded for a moment. Abby slowly opened her eyes and glanced down at you as your naked body lay under her. A nervous but sincere smile grew on her face. “Ok.” she said.
“You’re ready?” you asked. She nodded.
“But you’ll have to lead the way a bit.” she said softly. You nodded as she put her hands on your chest and crawled forward, into position. You gently guided yourself into her, and she, very slowly lowered herself onto you, biting her lip, sighing, and blushing the whole way down. She shuddered and stretched her arms when her pelvis touched down.
She was tight, though, that was to be expected for an angel. You gently put your hands on her hips.
“This is a lot different than how angels do it.” she said, breathing heavily. “This is so...corporeal and concrete. It’s...fleshy.”
“Do you want to stop?” you asked.
“No, no.” she said. “It’s just that this is...so different. Let’s keep going.” She slowly rose up, gritting her teeth. You had an idea of what angel sex looked like, but no clue what it felt like. But it must have been vastly different to how this ‘fleshy’ sex felt, because she seemed a bit overwhelmed. You placed your hand on hers, which was still on your chest, and squeezed it. But she didn’t seem to notice. She was too lost in the sensation granted by her very slowly riding you. Her eyes were closed, she bit her bottom lip, she quivered, and she moaned. But before long, she squeezed your hand back and opened her eyes. “I’m I doing good?” she asked.
“Great.” you said as you felt her hip and thigh with the hand that was locked with hers. Abby continued up and down, seemingly enthralled in pleasure. She arched her back and let out a sigh, opening an eye to peek at you before a expression dashed with disappointment crossed her face.
You figured that she thought you weren’t enjoying yourself. But she probably doesn’t really understand the real reason why. You grew up staunchly catholic your whole life, after all. So if you ever wanted to do anything remotely sexual, you had to be absolutely silent and stone faced. It must have carried over. You felt her pick up the pace a bit, and immediately, her angelic muscles also tensed a bit. She took a sharp inhale through her nose and let it out in the form of drawn out sensual sigh. Her red face tensed up as her comparably red hair bounced, just as she did. Her cool, soft fingers tightened on your hand as her body began to twitch and jerk. Her hips kicked and she arched her back again, letting out soft squeaks and moans. You could feel her muscles contracting and softening over and over as she continued to bounce up and down. She put her head back and let the fingers of her free hand ball up in a fist. She stopped riding and sat still, shuddering, her eyes squinted, muscles tense. You gently lifted her as much as you could with you free hand and let her back, again feeling all of her muscles undulate. Her legs began to jerk and she groaned in ecstasy as you guided her up and back down again. One final time saw her beautiful, immaculate wings beat once. You felt your weight being lifted up. She bucked her hips and her wings beat again, again. You felt your back leave the couch. Abby’s eye’s shot open as she fell out of balance, sending the both of you falling to the floor. You landed hard on your back, and Abby landed on top of you.
“Oh, Anon I’m sorry!” she said, covering her mouth with her hands. “Are you alright?” You were silent for a moment, just feeling for any pain, making sure nothing important got bent out of shape. “Anon?” You looked up at Abby. Her flushed face looking down at you sorrowfully, her halo washing her in a golden light. You began to chuckle, your fingers feeling her hip. Abby hesitatingly grinned and lowered her hands. “...What?” she asked.
“We fell off the couch.” you said. “It’s kind of funny.” Abby looked at you, confused for a moment, before beginning to snicker.
“Yeah.” she said, giggling. “That is kind of funny.” You sighed.
“I love you, Abby.” you said. “Nothing short of getting caught could have made this a bad experience.” She smiled.
“I love you too, Anon.” she said. She leaned down and kissed your cheek, then your lips. You wrapped your arms around her as you kissed her, feeling her tremble and heave. Feeling the soothing breath from her nose. She pulled her lips away and straightened up. She glanced at you, almost embarrassed and reached down, guiding you, slowly back inside her. She moaned softly as she took it to the base, then began slowly and a bit awkwardly bucking her hips. You could feel every one of her pleasurable tremors and see each heave that she took in. You felt the pleasure welling, up yourself. You were close. And judging by Abby, mouth slightly agape facial expression, and her trembling and moaning, she was too. She took your hand again, and squeezed in her shivering fingers. She made one last buck of her hips before stopping. Her legs jerks and tightened around you, and one of yours twitched. All of her muscles tensed and softened over and over, like waves in the ocean. She straightened her back and let out moan of ecstasy. Her huge white wings stretched out as wide as they could, trembling. You’d had enough, and with a curl of your toes, and a buck of your hips, you finished. Her eyes squinted a bit tighter to that sensation, but you couldn’t take your eyes off her wings at their full span. They were huge and gorgeous. They gave off their own ivory glow, like moonlight. Each individual feather made minute movements. You could feel Abby still squirming and writhing on top of you. Her wings slowly un-tensed and lowered as Abby began to still and catch her breath. She slowly collapsed down on top of you, careful to fold her wings behind her, so they wouldn’t touch the ground. You wrapped her arms around her shoulders and kissed her on the corner of her mouth. She moved her hands to your face and clasped onto it, framing it in her hands, looking at your face. Her eyes seemed to glow as she examined every inch of your face, stroking parts of it with her thumb. She leaned down and pecked you, ever so gentle and lovingly on the lips.

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	You held Abby closely as the two of you sat on the couch. You didn’t watch television or even talk. Just enjoyed each other's company. You heard the front door open.
	“Anon.” the gruff voice of Padre called. “Come help with the groceries.”
	“Alright.” you called back, begrudgingly letting go of Abdiel. You walked to the front door, the angel floating behind you, passing Padre. His brow creased.
	“Does it smell strange in here?” he asked. You shrugged.
	“Uh…” Abby said. She was getting flustered again.
	“Probably just some residual Winnie or Char smell.” you said. Padre nodded.
	“Yeah, that must be it.” he said.