In the soaking rain Abby’s boat sailed back to Catalina Island. 6 months now she, Owen, Yara and Lev had been back with the Fireflies and it hadn’t been easy. The tasks just seemed to get harder, this last month was no exception. Owen had been tasked to go with a recon group in Los Angeles for a month, while she was to go with another group to Santa Barbara. They left at the same time going their separate places, and were to return just days apart.

It had been so fucking hard for Abby. First, the fact they were leaving Yara and Lev by themselves. They were going to be safe with the Fireflies on Catalina though, she knew that. But Owen? First she’d tried to get the lead Fireflies to have him on her team. They’d already rekindled their relationship and were back together. Beyond that, she trusted him as a combat partner. But the Firefly leadership committee wanted to have them in separate groups, for a newbie test maybe.

However you spin it though, it was a month apart from each other and both would be at risk. Abby worried about Owen, he wasn’t the most agile, he didn’t have the bloodlust others did. He could he bit or shot. Especially when she wasn’t there. She should be by his side, that’s all Abby could think for 4 and a half weeks.

“We know the team arrived back safe,” said her fellow Firefly to her. They’d gotten the radio signal earlier today. Still, Abby needed to see him for herself.

The rain didn’t let up the whole rough ride to Catalina. There wasn’t much cover on the boat and Abby was soaked, her clothes drenched in rain and seawater. She stared out as the island and the dock got bigger and bigger, counting down the minutes. Owen. Something told her he’d gotten hurt and they just didn’t want her to worry.

Her teeth were chattering from being soaked to the bone, and Abby ached to be back in her shared home with Owen. As they approached, Abby strained on the bow to make out the figures, there were about a half dozen of people waiting for them under a makeshift pavilion. People called out to each other when they got close, and at last Abby spotted Owen’s grinning face.

The boat docked and everyone rushed forward, Abby and Owen moved to the side away from the crowd. Abby lept into Owen’s arms and hugged him tight, but immediately she could tell something was off in how he held her. Taking him in, Abby saw the bandage on his shoulder under his shirt and nearly burst out in tears.

“Owen! What happened?”

Her boyfriend’s beard was trimmed short though the tan of his face told her he’d grown it long for a while and just had it cut. His face was more lined than someone as young as them would usually have, but Owen’s life had been overwhelmingly stressful, except for times like these when he had his love in his arms.

“Well, I got shot in the shoulder by some Hunters a just over a week ago. I also have some other scrapes and bruises, but I’m healing. Despite that, we got the job done, and now I’m back with you and everything’s okay.”

Owen pressed a kiss on her mouth, Abby kissed him back for a moment and then stiffened, aware of the people around them. She preferred to be affectionate in private with Owen and felt uncomfortable being like that around others. Owen had been her constant rock, even at the WLF. When they’d broke up, she’d spiraled. Abby didn’t quite want to share everything about their relationship with outsiders, even if their new group was the Fireflies. Most of the people once close to her were gone and dead.

Abby pulled away but stayed near, holding his good arm. “Oh, you idiot. You need to be more careful.” Abby hadn’t gotten a scratch on her with her time away, she was just soaked and cold. “Where are the kids at?”

“Lev and Yara are good, they’re busy with a project and I told them we’ll meet up with them first thing tomorrow.”

Their other team members announced they’d all debrief the next day and to get home and warm. Owen tried to offer Abby his drier rain jacket but Abby refused, saying he needed to keep his bandage dry. They half jogged home to their Catalina house, eager to be alone.

It was lucky the island had electricity and this beach house had heating. Abby immediately felt the warm comfort of their home and exhaled. They kicked off their boots and she dropped her pack, they’d only stopped moving for a second when Abby pointed and ordered her boyfriend to go “upstairs.”

Still dripping, Abby flung her wet braid over her shoulder and began undoing her cargo pants on the way there. Owen looked back and smirked, taking off his sweatshirt carefully. It took a bit of effort and shimmying to get out of her tight and frictioned cargo pants but Abby kicked them off at the top of the stairs and followed her man into their bedroom. He watched in eager silence as she then stripped off her blue tank top, tossed her bra, and then turned around and slipped off the red cheeky thong she’d been wearing.

“Damn, quite a show,” Owen praised. But he was still annoyingly dressed.

“Take it off. I won’t make a big deal about any scrapes I promise.”

Owen sighed and carefully pulled over his shirt. A square bandage was on his shoulder and some healing scrapes on his elbow, as well as a new thin cut on his back. Abby winced and poured at the sight of her poor boyfriend’s marred torso, but she kept in more scolding.

“Alright here,” Owen conceded. Then he took a good look up and down of Abby’s glistening, naked body. “Goddamn,” he murmured.

Abby knelt on the ottoman foot rest to a chair in their bedroom. “You still like what you see?”

“I always like what I see when it’s you, Abs.”

“Take him out please. I want to see him. I missed him.”

“You missed him, huh?” Owen smirked, thumbs in his waistband. “How badly?”

“So fucking badly.”

“You have any fun with yourself while you were away?”

Abby got down on the seat and made herself look pathetic and pleading. “No. I waited for my Goober. I was so worried about him.”

Owen smiled knowingly, “Good girl. I didn’t either. Didn’t feel the need without you and well… I wanted to give my Abigail a big load when I saw her again.” He slowly unbuckled and took off his pants. He was hard in his briefs from watching Abby this way, her sexy strip tease, her desperation.

Abby had a small smile, “Then you’ve been a good boy too. And you deserve a reward.”

“Do I? Exciting.”

“You should take pictures,” Abby whispered, glancing at the polaroid camera on their dresser. Owen didn’t need to be told twice. He was amassing quite the collection of Abby lewds.

Abby sat on the stool and looked properly obedient waiting for her present with a pout. At last Owen’s manhood sprung free and Abby and leaned forward gasped with a smile.

“Give it.”

“Open wide, sweetheart.”

Abby used a tight suction on the tip and massaged it with her tongue, before putting more and more length down her throat.

Precum leaked from his cock, and Abby happily slurped it up. The taste of his cum again just ignited her passion more.

Though he let her service him with just the bob of her head for a few good minutes. Owen couldn't help himself and took hold of the blonde’s head, fucking her dutiful face. Loudly, sloppy sounds of her head sheathed on his cock filled their bedroom.

“I think I want to see that pretty face covered in my cum, how does that sound?”

Abby hummed in agreement, and Owen pulled from her mouth and shot his thick loads on Abby’s features, painting her in himself. Abby stayed still and grinned gleefully as he covered her eager face in his cum.

Abby was determined to not let any of the cum go to waste. After Owen snapped another picture, Abby started cleaning herself off, wiping the loads into her mouth and swallowing.

“There you go, good girl.”

Abby was soaking wet from beyond just the rain now. She wiped every last bit of Owen’s cum off of her face and into her mouth.

“I missed tasting you so bad, Goober.” She whined. Finished now, she grabbed at his half softened cock. “I need more.”

Owen chuckled, “I know, sweetheart, I know. Just give me a minute to recover. You know how fast I’ll get hard for you again.” He lovingly took her chin in his hand and then knelt down on the ground by her so they could lean and cuddle against each other. “You want me to eat you out, Abs? I do miss the taste of your pretty little pussy.” His hand held her upper inner thigh and his thumb rubbed back and forth. “That poor, neglected little pussy.”

Abby bit her lip, thinking, “I do want that. I want your mouth on me so bad… But I want to cum first to your cock in me. You can do whatever you want with me after.”

Owen grinned, “Abs, so fucking needy aren’t you? You just want me for my big cock to fuck you silly, don’t you?”

Abby whined and squirmed on the seat. “Shut up.” She went back to eyeing his cock, contemplating going back to sucking and licking it again to make him hard again faster.

Owen chuckled and cocked his head. “You know what I learned from our fellow Fireflies on our mission about you?”

Abby picked up her head, “What?”

“That basically everyone, at least a good chunk, men and women, want to fuck you. Or, more specifically want to get fucked by you.”

“What? They said this?”

“Yeah, we found a stash of alcohol and all got a bit wasted one night… One of them let it slip it’s basically an inside joke around here that everyone thinks you’re super hot and want you to pin them down and fuck them. Little do they know what a submissive good girl you are.” Owen cradled her cheek and Abby melted into him again. She was just so devoted to him, she could hardly imagine being with anyone else. She wouldn’t know how to act, would she be different with other people?

Abby tried to think of who was on Owen’s mission. “Who said this? Jake? Andrew?” Jake was a built guy she often had spot her at the gym, Andrew was a lanky guy she’d caught staring at her quite a few times.

Owen hesitated, “Yeah, them. Also Sara and Maddy, basically everyone was agreeing about how hot you are. Which is true, obviously.” He rubbed her back, “But you’re mine.”

A mix of emotions hit Abby. She was flattered but a bit intimidated the basically whole Firefly base was thirsting after her. She’d definitely had her share of admirers at the WLF too but she’d mostly just tried to brush them off and give them the cold shoulder, even when she was single.

“Well… what they think about me doesn’t matter. Because I’m with you. I love you, I want you.” A rush of affection swelled in Abby, but she wanted to tuck that away for later. She was still so goddamn horny, she needed rough sex from her man and then to cuddle his stupid ass after.

“I love you too,” Owen told her, as he did often in this new revamp of their relationship. Abby gave him fierce kiss and gripped his hair, making sure he could taste himself on her tongue. Heating up again, Abby felt so desperate for his touch, Owen’s gentle hands on her waist weren’t enough.

Abby shifted, uncomfortably pent up. She brought her mouth to his ear and whispered, “I’m yours and I’m fucking aching for your cock, babe. Please fuck me.”

Owen gained a dominant look in his eye. “Show me how bad you want it, Abigail.”

Abby bit her lip and groaned in frustration. She pushed him back and got on her hands and knees on the ottoman and presented to him her pink pussy with its golden bush. Abby looked back and spread an asscheek to him, looking submissive. “Look how wet I am,” she begged, “Please, daddy.”

Owen sheepishly looked around, hard again at the sight of Abby’s pussy. It got him going knowing how no one else got this view but him. “Abigail, I would but… we don’t have any condoms.”

Abby growled in frustration. “Fuck me raw, cum in me, I don’t care! Owen…”

“Alright, alright! Don’t kill me.”

Owen lifted up the camera again and took a picture and a good hard look at Abby’s beautiful parts.

It was a tight squeeze getting his cock into Abby. She was properly wet but still, it’d been a while and she needed a good stretching.

After a little acclimation, Owen soon was pounding away at Abby, all while she moaned for more of his length, told him to go harder, and bounced her ass to meet him.

“Like that! Fuck! You feel so good in me, yes! Fuck me…!”

“You want me to cum inside, Abigail?

“Cum in me, yes. Please I love it when you fill me up, please.”

It was obviously not a good idea to cum inside of Abby when they weren’t really trying for a baby, but doing that always made each other insanely horny and feel so connected. It was a special occasion anyway.

Owen grabbed Abby’s hips tight and came a second huge load into her, keeping her sheathed until his balls were empty. Abby shook and cried out as her pussy clenched around him, cumming as well.

“Fuck!” Owen swore, finally pulling out and admiring his handiwork. Cum dripped out out Abby and on the furniture.

“Goddamn,” Abby gasped, now wet from the sweat. “That was so good.”

“Yeah, babe,” Owen agreed, catching his breath.. “I just don’t want to be apart from you for so long again.”

Abby hummed in agreement and gingerly reached for their rag to clean herself up. “Me neither, but at least the sex when we reunite is–”

“-amazing!” Owen finished. “But still, I miss you too much. I’m an idiot and lost without you.”

“True.” Abby laughed, and kissed him.

Fatigue hitting them, they cleaned up for bed and snuggled under the sheets together, grateful to be safe again in each other’s arms.