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⊹ ₊ ⁺‧₊˚ SIGNAL — part 3

part 1 — part 2

pairing: abby anderson x fem reader

synopsis: after months flirting with your online gaming partner, the last thing you expected was to unexpectedly meet her at a work meeting.

cw: +18!! oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), reader is fem presenting, not proofread

There comes a point in everyone’s life when you have to take a deep breath and ask yourself how, exactly, you ended up here.

That’s exactly what you were doing in that moment. Because never in your life you imagined you’d be in this situation.

When you woke up that morning, you thought it would be just another day. Well except for the very noticeable absence of Abby.

It had been almost three weeks since you last spoke to her.

After what she had said, you started coming up with excuses to avoid your game nights with her. The excuses became more and more absurd, from conveniently timed headaches to made-up deadlines at work that had to be finished that same night. At first, you even tried to be convincing, but deep down, you already knew it was far too obvious. Abby wasn’t stupid. She had asked you a few times if you were avoiding her, but it wasn’t as if you could simply admit the real reason behind it all.

You weren’t mad at her. You couldn’t be, even if you wanted to. She had every right not to get involved with someone from work. Still, it hurt more than you were willing to admit. The thought kept echoing in your mind like a catchy song you couldn’t shake off. Did that mean that if Abby ever found out you were a coworker, she’d just stop talking to you?

Your chest tightened just imagining it, and you wanted to kick yourself for being so oblivious. You didn’t realize how much you liked her until now. The memories played on a loop without your permission. Every time she’d suggested meeting up in person flashed through your mind like a movie you couldn’t pause. And along with those memories came the bitter taste of every excuse you’d given, always rehearsed and laced with a little bit of fear.

Maybe that was your punishment for rejecting her so many times.

You walked to work that morning, burdened by the same thoughts that had lingered for the past three weeks.

Honestly, you were getting irritated at how much of your life revolved around Abby. You thought about her, dreamed about her, and caught yourself scanning strangers’ faces in the street, looking for someone who looked remotely like her.

Lost in a spiral of self-pity, the sound of hurried footsteps snapped you out of your daze. Your face was still pressed against your arm, lying on the desk, staring at your dark computer screen, when you heard your friend’s voice beside you.

“Why do you look like a zombie?”

Her voice cut through the silence like a sudden blanket pull on a cold morning. You lifted your head with effort, blinking a few times to focus on her eyes, and let out a dramatic sigh.

“I think I’ve lost the love of my life.” you murmured, as if you were in mourning, resting your chin in your hand and letting your whole body slump forward.

Your friend frowned, pulled up a chair, and sat down beside you. “What happened?”

You straightened in your seat and began to explain. Fifteen uninterrupted minutes detailing the whole story with Abby, from the first time you met in that game to the day of the fateful comment, that “I don’t date anyone from work” that had echoed in your head for days. You gestured as you spoke, leaning forward with intensity or sinking back into your chair as if the words exhausted you.

By the time you finished, your friend was laughing. Not just a chuckle, but a full, uncontrollable laugh that drew curious stares from across the floor. She was holding her stomach, slapping her leg, completely unable to stop.

“Don’t laugh! I’m serious!” you complained, feeling your face heat up but unable to fully hide the small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “I’m suffering here!”

She took a few deep breaths trying to compose herself, but every time she looked at you, another wave of laughter began. When she finally managed to speak, tears from laughing so hard still shone in the corners of her eyes.

“So she’s the reason you were all sulky after that meeting?” she asked, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “Oh my God… and she said no?!”

“Don’t remind me.” you muttered, grabbing a sticky note pad and tossing it at her. It bounced harmlessly off her shoulder, and she didn’t even bother to fake offense.

“You’re being so stupid it’s actually funny.” she said, still grinning.

“Excuse me?”

“She clearly likes you.”

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head.

“She likes the version of me she knows online. Once she finds out who I really am, she won’t want anything to do with me.”

Your friend sighed, rolling her eyes and muttering something about how “you lesbians make everything complicated.”

“Abby’s been asking you out since the day you met in that stupid game. Do you honestly think she’s going to throw her chance away just because you work together?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. You just sat there, resting your face in your hand, processing what she’d said.

“She’s God’s strongest soldier,” your friend went on with a smirk. “And you’re the dumbest.”

Her words echoed in your head as you turned back to your computer. Maybe she was right. Maybe you’d been running away from something you wanted more than anything, just because you were afraid of what might happen.

And that’s why you couldn’t focus for the rest of the day. Her words had burrowed deep into your mind, and the more you thought about it, the more convinced you became that the best thing to do was tell Abby everything and beg for a chance. You were going to do it. Your dignity had been gone for a while now anyway.

With all those thoughts rattling around in your head, you barely noticed when someone stepped into the elevator with you. You were too busy staring at Abby’s contact on your phone, wondering if you should text her now or wait until you were home.

“Hey.”

The deep, familiar voice sliced through the air with a weight that made every muscle in your body tense, as if you’d been snapped to attention without warning. You lifted your gaze slowly, almost afraid you were about to see a ghost or confirm a sinking suspicion. For one fleeting moment, you let yourself hope you were wrong. But you weren’t. It was her. Abby stood there, filling the elevator with an effortless presence that was almost maddening, as if the cramped space belonged entirely to her. Her relaxed stance only sharpened the contrast against the tension coiling in your chest.

Almost on instinct, you locked your phone and shoved it into your pocket like it was incriminating evidence, certain she had seen exactly what you were looking at moments before. The dark screen felt hot against your thigh, and you briefly wondered if it would have been smarter to fake a phone call and avoid any interaction.

“Hi…” the word slipped out soft and hesitant, and you cleared your throat quickly before repeating it. “Hi.”

Maybe it was just your emotional and physical withdrawal talking, but she looked even more beautiful than the last time you saw her. Her blonde hair was tied in its usual braid, every strand perfectly in place as if it had been trained to stay there. But it wasn’t her hair that caught you, it was the outfit. Perfectly tailored black dress pants and a dark blue button-up shirt that looked like it had been made for her. There was something delicious and almost indecent about that kind of elegance, especially when everyone else in the office barely seemed to have bothered running a brush through their hair before leaving the house. Abby seemed to operate on her own standard of existence, entirely untouched by the casual disarray of everyone else.

She shifted slightly, resting her weight on one leg and letting a faint smile tug at her lips as her eyes lingered on the slow climb of the elevator’s floor numbers. Her question landed like a pebble tossed into still water, meant to stir the surface.

“Busy day?” her tone was casual, but there was a trace of interest in it you had always found dangerous.

“ same as usual.” the words came out too quickly, almost on autopilot, like you’d been caught off guard and wanted to shut the conversation down before it could go anywhere.

“Yeah, same here.” she let out a light sigh, the kind that sounded lazy more than tired. Her shoulders moved in an easy, relaxed way, and for a moment you wondered how anyone could look so comfortable in such a cramped space. “Feels like the week started a month ago.”

You forced a smile, trying to wrestle your heartbeat back under control. Abby was close. Too close. Her perfume wrapped around you in warm, invisible waves, saturating each breath you took until it felt like you were breathing her in.

It was already too much. There was a knot in your throat and the sinking certainty that if you kept this secret any longer, you’d disappear under the weight of it. Telling her felt inevitable, even though a voice in your head screamed that an elevator was the absolute worst place to do it. But you also knew that if you didn’t say it right now, you’d lose your nerve and only bring it up weeks later—maybe too late.

“Listen, there’s something I need to tell you…”

She turned to face you, and the moment your eyes met it hit you like a punch. That piercing blue gaze had the power to strip away every rational thought you’d been holding on to, and you pressed your thighs together without meaning to, searching for some relief as you felt your clit throb.

“Yeah? What do you need to tell me?” her voice was low and smooth, the kind of softness that made warmth curl down your spine. She turned fully toward you, and somehow that small shift made the space between you feel even smaller.

You were so lost in your own impure thoughts that you didn’t notice when she slid her hands from her pockets and began to reach toward you, slow and deliberate, as if she had fallen into a trance where the only goal was to touch your skin.

Then the elevator jolted hard. The sudden lurch broke her out of it instantly. The lights flickered, then went out completely, plunging you into darkness before returning with the dim yellow glow of emergency lighting. The hum of the motor was gone, replaced by a thick, oppressive silence.

“What was that?!” your voice was sharper and higher than you intended, the edge of panic already creeping in.

Abby tilted her head back slightly, eyes lifting to the ceiling like she could figure it out by looking. When she spoke, her voice was steady, calm in the way that made you think nothing could rattle her.

“Probably just a power cut or some technical glitch. It happens.”

“It happens?!” the air felt heavier now, thick enough to press against your lungs.

“Hey, breathe. It’s fine.” she angled herself toward you, still relaxed while you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. “Elevators have safety locks. Even without power, they don’t just drop.”

You wanted to believe her, but your body refused. Your heart was hammering so hard it hurt. Abby stepped closer, lowering her voice a fraction.

“Look at me. You’re okay.”

And that was how the longest ten minutes of your life began. Trapped with Abby in that small, closed space, you paced from wall to wall, breathing hard and biting at your thumb to stop yourself from clawing at your hair. The clock said ten minutes had passed, but it felt like hours.

“Stop pacing.”

“Why? Are we not allowed to move? Is the elevator going to fall if I keep walking?” the question tumbled out in a rush, a direct product of the anxiety already dictating every move you made.

“No—oh my God.” Abby answered quickly, exhaling as she rested one hand on her hip and pinched the bridge of her nose with the other in a gesture that was equal parts patience and mild frustration. “I just want you to calm down, okay?”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, okay?” you muttered, going back to gnawing at the edge of your thumb harder now, feeling the sting of sensitive skin under your teeth. “That’s not helping.”

You leaned back into the corner of the elevator, the cold metal seeping through your clothes and into your skin, sending an unpleasant shiver up your spine. You tried to make yourself as small as possible, as if you could just merge with the wall and disappear. Abby, however, was completely focused on you, arms crossed loosely, a faint glint of amusement in her eyes like she was studying your every reaction.

“How about we talk about something? Might distract you.” the suggestion came soft, without any obvious sarcasm, as if it were just a genuine attempt to pull you out of the moment.

You let out a short, incredulous laugh, crossing your arms in a sharp, defensive motion. As if there was anything interesting enough to make you forget you were trapped in an elevator with the one person who had been messing with your head for weeks.

“Yeah, like what?” your voice carried impatience, but Abby seemed entirely unaffected.

“You could tell me what you were about to say earlier.” Abby tilted her head slightly, eyes fixed on you, her tone still calm, almost careful.

You almost choked on your own saliva. No. Absolutely not. The thought of confessing, locked in with no escape, right now sounded like a perfect recipe for disaster. It would already be a nightmare dealing with her reaction under normal circumstances, but in a cramped box like this? Unbearable.

“It was nothing.” You looked away quickly, fixing your gaze on the worn floor of the elevator as you wrapped your arms around yourself, your posture betraying more defensiveness than disinterest.

“Seemed important.”

“It was nothing, okay? Can’t you just be quiet?!” your voice came out too loud, thick with frustration and fear, and the echo inside the elevator only made the outburst feel bigger than you intended.

Silence followed, and Abby just watched you for a few seconds. You started to think the subject had died there, but then you felt a vibration in your pocket. Without lifting your head, you pulled out your phone, and before you could react, her voice cut in.

“You always have so much to say. Why so quiet now?” she asked. Her voice carried that teasing edge you knew far too well.

Only then did you lift your eyes and realize she was looking right at you. Her phone in her hand was lit up, and on the screen, the contact name “princess” stared back at you.

You lifted your head slowly, your gaze locking with hers, which glinted with pure mischief. Then you looked back down at your own hand, at the name glowing on the screen. Heat rushed up your neck to your face, and you felt completely exposed. Abby’s smile curved at the corner of her lips, steeped in satisfaction.

“How did you find out?! When did you find out?!” the indignation came tangled with embarrassment, your voice trembling just slightly.

“You really thought I wouldn’t recognize your voice?” Abby sounded genuinely offended by the idea. She let out an incredulous laugh, like it was too obvious to even explain.

You shrank in on yourself, your cheeks burning hotter. Every time you’d tried to disguise your voice by pitching it higher replayed in your head like an embarrassing film reel, making you want to smack yourself for ever thinking it would work.

“Since when?!” your tone was almost accusatory, though curiosity was starting to outweigh anything else.

“Since that meeting. I heard you talking to that woman, princess.” Abby watched you with a small, restrained smile, the emergency lighting catching in her eyes and making them look even sharper. The last word dripped with an irritating sweetness, as if she had practiced saying it that way.

“You’re joking right now?! You’ve known since that day?!”

“Well, in my defense, I was frustrated because you kept saying no every time I asked to meet.” Abby gave a light shrug, as if that were the most reasonable explanation in the world.

“I can’t believe this.” You dragged your hands down your face, trying to piece together how this had all slipped past you.

You hadn’t felt in control of the situation, but now, thinking back, you were almost grateful not to be in her shoes. Had she really been playing you all along? Abby?!

“So in that meeting, you already knew who I was? And you said you didn’t think I was pretty?!” Your voice was sharp with disbelief, and before you could stop yourself, you started smacking at her muscular arms. You knew she probably couldn’t even feel it, but you wanted her to understand exactly how mad you were.

“And after that? You said you’d never date anyone from work!” you kept hitting her, your little smacks becoming almost rhythmic.

Abby didn’t bother to defend herself. If anything, she stood still on purpose, watching you with that small, calm smile that only made you angrier. A low chuckle escaped her, vibrating in the air as her solid muscles absorbed every touch without even flinching.

“I was just trying to get a rise out of you…” she said, and the casual tone made you want to hit her harder, though you knew it would only entertain her more.

“Was it fun?” you jabbed two fingers into her chest harder than necessary, but she didn’t budge, the firm muscle beneath her shirt absorbing the push. “Was it fun, Anderson?”

Abby stayed quiet for a few seconds, her lips pressed together as if she were trying to look remorseful.

“I’m sorry.” she murmured.

She sighed, lifting one hand as if to dramatize what she was about to say.

“But it was worse for me.” she placed her other hand on her chest, like she needed to underline the weight of the statement.

“How could it possibly have been worse for you?” you crossed your arms, unconvinced.

“You avoided me for three weeks, and on top of that… you were playing with another girl!”

Her lips formed a little pout, as if it had genuinely upset her. And even if she was exaggerating to win your sympathy back, seeing you play with someone else during those weeks she’d been left alone had been the final straw that pushed her to end this game.

“How did you know that?!”

She didn't answer, but her eyes narrowed slightly, like she’d caught you in bed with someone else.

“Oh my God, you were stalking me on Steam?!” you blurted out, your disbelief trailed by a nervous laugh.

Before Abby could answer, a loud metallic groan echoed through the elevator walls. The noise was so sudden you practically jumped, your feet moving on instinct as your arms found her shoulders. You were pressed against her, your face buried in the warm, solid heat of her chest, breathing in the deep, comforting scent of her perfume.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay…” her voice was low, her large hands settling against your back, stroking lightly as if to dissolve the tension. She stayed like that for a few moments, just letting you hold on until your breathing slowed.

When you finally pulled back a little, Abby’s smile was almost innocent, but her eyes gleamed with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Can I kiss you?”

“You think you deserve a kiss right now?!” you shot back, mocking her as you tried to slip out of her arms.

But Abby kept her hold firm, letting a half-smile curve her lips.

“I’m just trying to calm you down, baby.” her voice was a murmur as she leaned in, pressing her mouth to your jaw and scattering small kisses along your skin, making it harder and harder to stay mad at her.

You feel Abby's lips press gently against your jawline, their soft warmth sending tingles down your spine. The gentle kisses trail slowly, sensually, up to your ear where she whispers huskily.

“Shhh, just relax, baby."

Her lips move back down, landing on yours this time. The kiss starts slow and tender, Abby's lips caressing yours with a sweet affection. You can't help but melt into her embrace, the anger dissipating as desire begins to take its place.

But it doesn't stay innocent for long. Abby parts her lips, her tongue eagerly seeking entrance. You grant it willingly, moaning softly as her tongue tangles with yours in a sensual dance. The kiss deepens, turning hungry and passionate. Abby's fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as she claims your mouth thoroughly.

She nips at your bottom lip playfully before soothing it with her tongue. Her other hand slides down your back to grip your hip possessively. You can feel the heat radiating off her body, the want and need in every press of her lips against yours.

"Abby..." you breathed, leaning into her touch. “We shouldn't do this here..."

But Abby paid no heed to your words, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Your tongues danced and intertwined as Abby hands roamed over your body, caressing your curves through the thin fabric of your blouse.

You try to protest, but your words are swallowed by Abby's kiss. Her hands continue to explore your body with growing boldness, finding the hem of your blouse and slipping underneath to touch bare skin.

Abby kisses you fiercely, pouring all her pent-up desire into it. She presses you up against the wall, pinning you with her body as she grinds subtly against you.

Oh, God. The way your body is trembling, wanting her touch, her taste, her everything. It's making her go crazy with desire, her heart pounding against her chest like a wild drum, her breath coming out in labored gasps. Her grip tightens even more on your jaw, her thumb caressing your lower lip as she drinks in your beautiful, needy face, the way your eyes are pleading with her, the way your lips are parted in a silent plea.

She's struggling to breathe properly, need coursing through her every vein. She can't help the low, soft, rough sound that passes through her mouth, her voice barely a whisper as she asks. “Can I taste you?"

You should refuse her. You knew you should. Even if both of you were still trapped inside an elevator, with the lights off where no one could hear, it was still something you couldn’t allow yourself to do. After all, you two were still at your workplace.

But Abby wasn’t making it easy. The way she looked at you, begging you to let her prove herself to you, the way her fingers gripped your waist so tightly they could almost leave bruises. Everything was intoxicating. You never stood a chance against her from the start.

The anticipation is driving her insane, and she can see it's driving you insane too, your voice coming out in a breathless whisper, almost broken with emotion as you reply, "Yes. Please…"

It's all she needs to hear, that desperate, almost pleading tone, the way you're practically begging for her to taste you. She feels her control snap, her body acting on its own as she opens your legs wider, the fabric of your skirt hiking up around your hips, showing the damp patch in your panties.

Without another second of hesitation, she suddenly drops to her knees in front of you, her body now positioned between your spread legs, her face now level with your pussy. She can see the desire etched on your face, the hunger in your eyes, and it's the most beautiful sight she's ever seen.

As she moves her face closer, she can feel the heat radiating off of you, the scent of your arousal making her mouth water, her tongue already starting to ache with the need to taste you. Her hands move to your hips, grabbing them firmly as she holds you in place against the wall, making sure you can't move away, even if you wanted to, which she knows you don't.

Her tone is low, rough, almost a growl as she murmurs. “You're so goddamn beautiful like this, princess. I'll make you feel so good that you'll forget everything.”

Without waiting for a response, one of her fingers hook your panties to the side, and she dove in, her tongue lapping at your folds like a starving woman. You gasped, your hands flying to her hair, gripping it tightly as you felt her tongue explore every inch of your most intimate area.

Abby's tongue flicked over your clit, making you buck your hips involuntarily. She chuckled against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. Her hands moved to your thighs, holding them apart as she delved deeper, her tongue delving into your hole, tasting your essence.

"Abby!" You cried out, your voice echoing in the elevator. Abby paid no heed to your cries, continuing her assault on your pussy. Her tongue moved in circles around your clit, flicking and teasing, making you writhe against the wall.

But she didn't stop there. Shifting her position slightly, she brought her tongue to your entrance, moaning as she felt you grab her hair harder. The tip of her tongue ghosted over your hole, each gentle caress sending a frisson of pleasure up your spine.

Your cry was almost a sob now, your body bucking wildly against her mouth as she delved deeper, her tongue slipping into your hole. She fucked you with her tongue, in and out, the invasion a sweet, delicious agony. You could feel the coil of pleasure unwinding, the pressure building, reaching a fever pitch.

Abby sensed the precipice you were teetering on. She slowed her movements, her tongue still teasing your slick folds but with less urgency now.

"Not yet.” she breathed against your sensitive flesh, her words a warm whisper.

Gently but firmly, she turned you around, your back now pressed against the cold metal wall of the elevator. She looked up at you, her chin glistening with your arousal, her eyes dark with lust.

"I'm not done with you yet." she said, her voice sending shivers down your spine.

She brought her hand between your legs, her fingers brushing against your swollen clit. You gasped at the contact, your hips jerking forward. Abby chuckled, the sound low and wicked, before she slowly slid her finger inside you.

You were so wet, so ready, that she entered you with ease. She pumped two fingers in and out, the rhythm slow and steady, each stroke reaching deeper inside you. As she fucked you with her fingers, she leaned forward and captured your neck in her mouth, her tongue sucking your pulse point.

Your hands flew to her hair, tangling in the soft strands as you held her head against your neck. Your body moved in time with her finger, seeking more, always more. The coil of pleasure was tightening again, your body hurtling towards another peak.

Abby added a third finger, stretching you deliciously. She curled them just right, hitting that sweet spot inside you that made your vision blur and your legs tremble. "That's it." she encouraged, her voice strained. "Let go, baby. Come for me."

With a final thrust of her fingers, you did. Your body convulsed, your walls clamping down on her digits as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. You moaned so loud that you were absolutely sure everyone in the building heard you at that moment. Abby held you through it, her arms wrapped around you, her fingers continuing to stroke you through your orgasm.

"God, princess, you feel so good." she whispers against you, her voice rough with emotion, her breath hot on your damp skin. And she means it. Every word, every syllable, every emotion.

Your body shuddered with the aftershocks of your intense climax, your legs giving out from under you. Abby caught you, her strong arms wrapping around your waist, holding you up as you slumped against her.

You slowly lifted your head, your gaze meeting hers. Abby's eyes seemed to shine as she admired your tired expression, while you struggled to catch your breath. Her eyes were soft, but she had a smirk playing on her lips.

“So… you want to see my basement now?” she asked, grinning wickedly as she wiped some of your cum dripping near her chin.

“Oh my God!” you raised your hands, hiding your face while letting out a sigh full of all the shame, anger, and frustration that woman was making you feel.

“Or am I gonna have to keep fucking you in the elevator?”

“Fuck you, Abby!”

a/n: final part!! I hope you all enjoyed it, and I want to thank every one of you for all the support!! 💕💕💕 It’s my second time writing smut, so don’t judge me if it feels a little weird

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