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It’s eight in the morning and the sports field is alive and bustling despite it being fall break for the students. The football team is at the far end of the field warming up for practice while Ellie and her track team does the same at the other end.
She’s tired from a long night of arguing with her on and off fling, Dina, about her getting back together with Jesse. They were all friends and that adds a level of awkwardness to Dina’s pinballing back and forth between the two of them. Ellie nurses a redbull as she goes through her stretches, her body warming up even as clouds start to overtake the weak autumn sun.
She glances around her team, gauging where her fellow runners are at in their warm ups before she calls them all together. “Alright guys, we’ve got a meet in two weeks with the Rattlers, they’re the only thing standing between us and state.”
“I know we’ve been undefeated so far, but we need to make sure we keep it up!” She continues, pacing slowly in front of her teammates. “I believe in you guys.”
She gets a couple of half awake cheers from her team before she claps her hands together. “Alright, lets do some laps and then we’ll start setting up for the 400 meter relay.”
Ellie leads the pack at a brisk pace, definitely nothing close to their normal speed but she needed them to last the two hour practice. She plans to push them harder once they were closer to the actual meet. It was break after all, she didn’t need to be a ruthless dictator...yet.
She slips in an ear bud and selects her workout playlist as she’s rounding onto the far end of the track. A flash of blonde hair catches her eye and for a moment she’s lost watching the only girl on the football team warm up.
Ellie has never really interacted with Abby Anderson, but admired her from afar for the amount of guts it took for her to try out for the football team, let alone to make it. She’s seen her in passing before, knows that she’s built like a brick shit house, but until now, has never seen her out of her signature crew cut shirt and jeans.
Abby is wearing a pair of black athletic shorts with a matching sports bra and it leaves nothing to Ellie’s gay little imagination. “Well shit,” she murmurs under her breath, her eyes lingering on Abby’s god like physique.
She’s about to tear her gaze away from the blonde, really she is, but then the toe of her shoe catches on a small dip in the track and it sends her flying forward. Ellie slams her face into the turf, her limbs scraping against its rough texture. She lays there for a moment, just gathering her wits before she tries to push herself up.
“Hey, are you okay?” An unfamiliar voice asks and suddenly Ellie’s cheeks go red.
“Yup,” she mutters as she lifts her head to find Abby fucking Anderson standing over her looking like sex on steroids. “Peachy.”
Ellie spits out a mouthful of blood, ignoring the way her chin aches. “Let me help you,” Abby says and then there are warm, strong hands on Ellie’s upper arms, all but lifting her from the track.
“Thanks,” Ellie says softly, wiping her mouth with the back of the hand that isn’t bleeding. “You uh--can go now.”
“You sure about that, slick?” Abby chuckles, a hand on Ellie’s shoulder to keep her steady. “You just took one hell of a fall.”
“Yeah, yup, I’m good,” Ellie replies a little too quickly. She can’t believe this was happening to her. I don’t what I did to piss karma off, but god damn.
“Sure looks that way,” the blonde rolls her eyes, glancing over her shoulder. “Why don’t we go to the locker room and get you some ice and clean you up. You’re bleeding pretty badly.”
Ellie lets out a sigh of embarrassment before she turns to see her team watching them idly. “Nora! Take over, I’m going to get cleaned up.”
“You got it, boss!” Nora replies a little too excitedly as Abby starts to lead Ellie toward the women’s locker room.
“So, you’re like the captain of the track team, right?” Abby asks and Ellie can already tell she’s about to get teased. “Shouldn’t you know how to...run?”
“Fuck off,” Ellie grumbles, wiping at the blood that drips from her chin. “Shit happens.”
“Maybe you should keep your eyes on the track next time,” Abby smirks and Ellie scoffs, slapping a scuffed hand at Abby’s arm. “What? Not my fault you were checking me out!”
“I was not!” Ellie snaps, her brow furrowing as Abby opens the door for her.
“I mean, I know what I saw, but okay,” the blonde grins, earning herself a scathing glare from the smaller girl. “We both know you think I’m hot.”
“Cocky much?” Ellie snorts as she walks to the sink, grimacing at the state of herself. She’s got a large gash on her chin, her lip is split pretty badly and she’s already got bruises blossoming across her pale skin.
“Unfortunately for you, I don’t have that equipment with me,” Abby replies with a smirk that makes Ellie's heart stop.
“Fuck you,” is all Ellie can think to say as she works soapy water into her injuries. It burns but is a welcome distraction from the flirting quarterback. Fuck, she’s probably just making fun of me.
“Sack up and fuck me yourself, Williams,” Abby replies and suddenly Ellie is acutely aware of how close the blonde is.
She’s taken aback by the comment, so much so that she just stares at Abby’s reflection in the mirror. She seems to be quiet for too long though because she can see how Abby’s face falls into something akin to horror as she starts to back away from Ellie.
Before Abby can get too far, Ellie turns and catches her by the wrist, pulling with all her might to bring the quarterback close. She crushes their lips together, ignoring the way it makes the split in her own throb.
Abby is frozen for a fraction of a second before she’s wrapping Ellie up in her muscular arms, pulling her impossibly close. They move in sync, Ellie threading a hand into the base of Abby’s brain, fisting the hair there.
Abby gasps softly and Ellie uses it to slip her tongue into the blonde’s mouth. She tastes of sweet peppermint and something tangy that vaguely reminds Ellie of the redbull she had gunned not too long ago.
Ellie can’t think straight, not that she ever did, but Abby’s hands are everywhere, her hair, her back, and then they’re on her ass, lifting her easily. It’s Ellie’s turn to gasp and Abby wastes no time taking control of the kiss.
Abby nips at Ellie’s lip, earning a soft hiss from the runner as she settles Ellie on the edge of the sink. “God, this is a dream, right?” Abby whispers as she pulls away from Ellie, pressing their foreheads together.
“If it is, I don’t want to wake up,” Ellie breathes out, her eyes traveling across Abby’s features. The blonde’s lips and chin are smeared with Ellie’s blood and there’s something about the sight that makes Ellie’s core throb. “I didn’t think you even knew I existed.”
Abby lets out a soft chuckle before pecking Ellie’s swollen lips softly. “Of course I know you exist, you’re literally an award-winning athlete.”
“Ah, I see,” Ellie grins, a hand sliding from Abby’s shoulder to trace her collarbone. “Jock is hot for jock, yeah?”
Abby rolls her eyes and Ellie has to do her best not to just smother her in kisses right then and there. “To oversimplify it, sure.”
“You’re cute,” Ellie murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss, much softer than their first, to Abby’s lips.
“Fuck off,” Abby snorts softly, her lips brushing against Ellie’s.
“I’d rather fuck you,” Ellie smirks, wrapping her legs around Abby’s waist. “We should go to the bench.”
Abby does as she’s told and moves them to the bench, settling down so she has Ellie in her lap. She lets out a shaking breath, burying her face in Ellie’s shoulder. “I--I’ve never...with a girl”
“It’s okay,” Ellie hums, removing Abby’s hair tie so she can run her fingers through golden locks. “We don’t have to.”
“No!” Abby all but shouts, pulling away to look at Ellie. “I want to. I do, I just want to make you feel good and I don’t think I know how.”
“Okay,” Ellie smiles, cupping Abby’s face in her hands. “Let me show you, yeah?” Ellie says before kissing Abby hard.
Ellie rocks her hips against Abby slowly, wishing she had a little more friction, but they’re both wearing athletic shorts. Ellie pulls away from Abby’s mouth, smirking when the blonde whines softly. “Patience.”
Ellie kisses her way along Abby’s strong jaw and to her neck, nipping and sucking at the pale skin there. Abby shivers and pulls Ellie closer, a soft moan passing her lips when Ellie grinds into her lap hard.
“Can I take your bra off?” Ellie asks, her lips brushing against the blooming bruise that nestled against the crook of Abby’s shoulder.
Abby snorts softly and Ellie can picture the rolling of blue eyes. “Do you really have to ask?”
“Consent is sexy, Anderson,” Ellie chuckles as her hands slip down Abby’s chest slowly, smirking as Abby all but melts against her fingertips. “So, can I?”
“God, yes, please,” Abby huffs out as Ellie pulls away enough to see the blonde’s face scrunched up. “Fuck.”
“You’re so impatient,” Ellie grins, gripping the hem of Abby’s sports bra. “We’ll have to work on that.”
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Abby whines, tossing her head back in frustration.
“You’ll learn to love it,” Ellie smirks as she tugs at the black material. “Arms up.”
Abby does as she’s told, lifting her powerful arms up and over her head, shivering as the fabric slides against her skin. “Good girl,” Ellie murmurs, tossing the bra to the floor with a hum.
Abby makes a soft sound in response to the praise, her cheeks glowing red as her arms settle back down and around Ellie’s waist. “You liked that, huh?” Ellie asks and Abby can only manage a nod in response.
“Didn’t think you could get much hotter, but fuck,” Ellie chuckles out softly as she slips from Abby’s lap to kiss her way down her muscular chest.
“I’m not...” Abby whispers softly before yelping softly. “What the fuck, that hurt?”
“Don’t argue with me then,” Ellie says sternly before smoothing her tongue over the nipple she had bitten a little harder than necessary. “You’re fucking sexy, deal with it.”
Abby doesn’t respond other than the soft grunt that Ellie’s mouth pulls from her. She had never really thought of herself as beautiful, no one had really ever made her feel it either. She doesn’t dwell on the thought long though, Ellie’s mouth is far too distracting.
Ellie slips further down, her hands moving with her, brushing up and down Abby’s thighs slowly. “God, you’re fucking ripped,” Ellie whispers before she starts to kiss and suck her way along Abby’s defined stomach.
Abby’s ego inflates slightly as Ellie all but worships her abs, each kiss sending hot throbs through Abby, the heat pooling between her now spread thighs. Ellie’s chest brushes against Abby’s core every once in a while and it drives the blonde crazy. Ellie must be able to read Abby’s impatience because she snaps the band of her shorts. “Off.”
“Yes ma’am,” Abby responds without thinking, her blush spreading to her chest. “I--I mean...”
“Oh my god, Abby, that was hot, please just lift your ass so I can take these fucking shorts off and eat you out!” Ellie demands, tugging Abby’s shorts off along with her underwear. “That’s my girl.”
Abby isn’t sure she wants to dwell on the way those words make her feel and thankfully she doesn’t have to because Ellie’s tongue is hot against her aching core and it sends Abby into a whole other world. “Fuck!” Abby groans, her hips jerking forward of their own accord.
She can feel Ellie’s smirk and opens her mouth to tell Ellie to fuck off but the only sound that comes out it a strangled moan as Ellie’s tongue circles her clit slowly. Is this what she’s been missing out on? Owen never even tried to make her feel this good when they dated and here’s this girl she barely knows turning her into a quivering mess.
“You taste so good,” Ellie murmurs before dipping her tongue into Abby’s entrance, reveling in the sounds it draws from the quarterback.
Ellie’s got Abby’s hips pinned down with her left arm, her right slipping along Abby’s thigh slowly. She was determined to make this something Abby would never forget. Ellie drags her tongue through Abby’s folds until she finds her clit once more.
She sucks the little bud between her lips, her tongue flicking against it as she pushes a finger into Abby slowly. Ellie’s sure she’s soaked through her shorts but ignores the throb in her cunt in favor of drawing more delicious sounds from Abby’s lips.
“Ellie,” Abby moans softly at the addition of another finger. Her head is thrown back, her chest heaving. Who knew this could feel so good? Ellie crooks her fingers forward and Abby gasps out a groan, pleasure seeming to spread up her spine.
Every inch of her was on fire and she is all too happy to let it burn as Ellie pulls her closer and closer to an edge she’s never even gotten close to before. “Fuck, Ellie, I’m gonna--”
“Do it,” Ellie commands as she pumps her fingers harder. “Cum for me, Abby.”
And how can Abby not do as she’s told when Ellie’s tongue returns to her clit. There’s tension building low in her gut and when it finally, finally, comes undone, it takes her breath away. Her hand grips at Ellie’s ponytail, using it to grind herself against Ellie’s face, expletives falling from her lips as her whole body shutters.
Ellie draws it out, until Abby is nothing but a whimpering mess, her hand slipping from Ellie’s hair to hang limply at her side. A shiver climbs up her spine as Ellie removes her fingers from her slowly and it’s all Abby can do to keep herself upright.
“Such a good girl,” Ellie murmurs as she kisses her way up to Abby’s lips. “See how good you taste?” Ellie whispers before kissing Abby hard.
Abby moans at the taste of herself on Ellie’s lips and tongue. She tastes of salt and tang and if she had a single thought in her brain at the moment she would be able to form the words that she needs to say. She wants to make Ellie feel as good as she does, but her body feels like jello.
Ellie pulls away to pull off her shirt, chuckling when Abby shifts to lay down on her back, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. She’s too blissed out to manage much more than a vague grabbing motion in Ellie’s direction.
She’s not sure what she was expecting but Ellie straddling her head was definitely nowhere in her floating little mind. “Oh.”
“You’re tuckered out already?” Ellie teases, threading her fingers into Abby’s hair. “That’s okay baby, just open wide for me.”
Abby doesn’t have time to think, let alone speak before Ellie’s hands are gripping her hair hard enough to make her gasp and then she’s tasting a whole different kind of salt that makes her moan. Her hands come up to sloppily grip at Ellie’s ass and hip, trying her best to start a pace but she knows that Ellie is the one that’s in control here.
“You feel so good,” Ellie moans softly and it spurs Abby on. She drags her tongue through Ellie’s soaking folds before swirling around her clit. She repeats this action as Ellie all but grinds against her face. “Fuck, babygirl.”
Abby’s heart skips at the pet name and if she hadn’t just made a mess of herself she imagines that she would be throbbing again. She strains her neck so that she can dip her tongue into Ellie, her ego bursting when Ellie groans loudly above her. She could die like this and wouldn’t have a regret in the world.
Ellie finds an angle that grinds her clit against Abby’s mouth in a way that sends jolts through her. She tightens her grip, head thrown back as she moves her hips, reveling in the way that Abby’s hands grip her tighter. She can’t wait to see what those fucking hands can do to her.
She pushes the thought aside in favor of staying in the moment, enjoying the way Abby’s moans send vibrations through her cunt. She was close, so close and as if Abby could read her mind, she rolls her tongue hard against Ellie’s clit.
“Fuck yeah, just like that, baby,” Ellie groans, her chest heaving as Abby repeats the motion. “I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna swallow everything I give you.”
Abby moans against Ellie’s cunt, her hands squeezing soft flesh hard enough to bruise as Ellie’s hips start to lose their rhythm and before long, Ellie tenses up with a soft whine before she shutters hard. Abby does her best to move Ellie’s hips on her own, collecting every drop of wetness she can before Ellie unceremoniously shoves herself off of Abby’s eager mouth.
“Jesus christ,” Ellie breathes out as she settles herself against Abby’s stomach. “You sure you’ve never done that before?”
“Not even once,” Abby grins, licking her lips greedily. “Did I do okay?”
Ellie snorts softly, leaning down to press a kiss to Abby’s lips, groaning at the taste of herself. “Of course you did good, silly.”
“Good,” Abby chuckles, wrapping her arms around Ellie to keep her close. “God, people are gonna know, aren’t they?”
“Pft, nah,” Ellie smirks, brushing their noses together. “Not like we look good and fucked or anything.”
“Asshole."