Andrea couldn't even remember what led her to what was happening right now. Dale, was gone. Abraham was here. Somehow, when she had been crying to Abraham about her distance with Dale, he kissed her. Or she kissed him…Honestly, it was all a blur as Abraham's surprisingly soft lips moved over hers. Any normal reaction from Andrea, the woman who had only been intimate with two men including her current boyfriend, would push this stranger away, because that's what she was, but right now she couldn't bear to. She didn't know if it was because Dale was different or because she couldn't deny how strangely right it felt to be tangled in Abraham's colossal arms. Andrea didn't even blush or hesitate as he held her close to him, a very forward motion… All it took for her to stop was his hand going to the bare skin under her loosely clinging shirt. She pulled back breathless and shot Abraham a look of confusion before she crawled from his arms and said, "I've got to go." Andrea swallowed as she saw the confusion in his eyes as well. It seemed he was fighting the same internal battle as she was. Hell, he had Rosita. If there was a definition of flawless, sweet, and kind, it was her… and any guy would be lucky to have her. And as for her, she had Dale. He wasn't a protector, but he was a kindness.. a loving force she had never experienced from a man as he genuinely seemed to love her. Something was changing between them though…. They had recently lost their adoptive sons. It seems Ben didn't understand the concept of flesh eating monsters…that these things /weren't alive./ Although Abraham not-so- kindly- insisted she had no right to be upset as they weren't her kids, she let it go and tried to cling to Dale, the man she knew and loved, but he wasn't there anymore. He was hollow and distant towards her, an old man hardened by one loss too man. As Andrea awkwardly excused herself from the situation, she ran right into Rick and she instantly blushed. Now if she saw herself kissing anyone, it would be him. She was always attracted to Rick's tall, dark, confident, commanding presence….the way he seemed to be able, smart, kind, and strong all at the same time…. The question was, why did she find herself thinking of Abraham minutes after their kiss? If she was going to be entirely honest, she didn't even /like the guy/ as he was actually an ass. He was an overconfident ass, but yet he was so protective and loving to Rosita it made her head spin. She had never exactly even /thought/ of Abraham as anything more than some guy who could shoot almost as damn near good as her, so why for the rest of the day did she kept thinking back to a kiss she insisted meant nothing, she had no idea. It took another ten seconds for Andrea to realize Rick was asking her if she were okay, and with that she nodded and ran off to avoid Abraham and Rick.
The thing about avoiding someone, well it never really worked in Andrea's group. Especially in a group of their size, a church this small. Andrea found herself smirking in the pew at how ironically wrong their actions were, and she even found herself snickering that if there were a hell, she would be the first in line for committing adultery in a church. She found Abraham smirking too as he had caught her reaction and that only made her blush in embarrassment. He motioned for her to meet him in the vestibule of the sanctuary where they first shared a moment and Andrea hesitantly followed. Abraham spoke first in a gruff, low voice. "Nothing fucking happened. I mean yes something fucking happened, but it's never going to happen again…Got it?" Andrea quickly nodded before she could even think, and she muttered a few choice words in agreement, not caring to test her luck at trying to explain what she was feeling as she obviously was the only one. Andrea quietly excused herself and returned to Dale, spending the rest of the day with him.
It wasn't until the next morning when she realized something was wrong. Andrea woke up for what seemed like the fiftieth time and looked around the Sunday School room for Dale. No sign of him. His blanket sat unfolded which immediately set Andrea off as everything Dale left was neat. She quickly put on more presentable clothes and tiptoed from the Sunday room, scowling when she stubbed her toe on a bible in the sanctuary. Father Gabriel was in there and Andrea immediately asked about Dale, but he only redirected her to outside where Gabriel Stokes said the old man went to relieve himself. Andrea walked outside into the crisp, morning air and nearly shit her pants as Abraham Ford stood in the corner, cigarette in his hand. Andrea detested cigarettes and with her anxiety over Dale, she saw no reason to hold back. "You know…if the walkers weren't bad enough, you trying to kill yourself with cancer sticks….Now that is just disgusting." Andrea spoke without remorse as she walked down the steeple steps, but she knew it wasn't over as Abraham's pride was too strong for that. He grumbled as he took in another puff of the poisonous stuff, and a surprisingly soft response came from him, "Don't know why it matters much now seeing as hell has kind of frozen over. We're all as good as dead anyways….So what difference does it make if I smoke one God- damned cigarette to ease my worries?" Andrea sighed as she tilted her head back to look at him, but instead of returning the honest conversation, she found herself smirking with a false air of confidence, despite the fact that Dale was missing, "You know, you really shouldn't say "God damned" …. We are on the porch of a church, remember? Gabriel might smite you where you stand." Andrea smirked somewhat playfully knowing Abraham held the church in about the same regard as she did. He let out a low and throaty chuckle to her surprise and for some reason she wished she could hear more of that. He shook his head at her, watching her with an interesting and revealing expression that made Andrea want to hide and add ten layers of clothes. "Now come on Andrea, we both know that is as much horse shit as Eugene's cure." Abraham's words took her by surprise… total and utter surprise. Andrea stumbled for the words to say, but Abraham watched her with that all knowing expression again. He knew and Eugene was leading them on a false, hopeless mission to Washington. Andrea shook her head angrily, the hurt blatantly clear as she marched to the woods, Abraham calling for her to come back, but she just wouldn't.
It only took her about five minutes to realize Dale was gone, but she still searched for him for fifty- five minutes more. Andrea began running through the trees aimlessly with no weapon…this being the most reckless behavior she had ever exhibited, By the time Abraham had found her, she was sitting on the ground in a balled up heap, not crying, just staring blankly ahead, her eyes sunken in her skull. Andrea barely acknowledged him as he picked her up easily in his arms and silently carried her back, not saying a word until the church was in view. "I'll help you find him." Andrea nodded a tiny bit to show her awareness of his words, but she said nothing else for the rest on the day as she sat on the pew in the church, thinking of how fucked up everything was right now.
The group decided to make decisions for her because apparently she was deemed incapable somehow as if her silence warranted her unaware and insane. They had agreed to send out a search party the following day. Not that Andrea objectified to that anyway. As she lay on the pew, Carl paid her a visit with some food and for once she actually found herself perking up and wanting to talk. She spent the rest of the day talking and hanging with Carl, and the only person who seemed to notice was Rick who was watching them somewhat contently. So when night rolled around, she expected him to visit. Much to her dismay, Abraham did not appear, and she lay on the pew blankly all night while she listened to Maggie and Glenn going at it in the vestibule. "Oh no. Oh yes. One more time baby. I love you so much. I love you so much. I love you more. I love you the most." Their words made Andrea entirely sick, maybe then again, it was jealousy, never having experienced a love that strong and intimate to this day. Andrea made no effort to move, instead, she tried to tune their sounds out as she found herself humming quietly. She was entirely unaware that Abraham had somehow snuck in, damn that army stealth, and sat in the back pew. He listened to her with eyes closed as if somehow her humming calmed him and his every worry. He said nothing, and when the cold, winter morning rolled around, he was more than happy to sneak out onto the front steps again, looking for Dale.
It only took the sound of Abraham's cry to wake Andrea from her dozed off state. She immediately sat up from the pew, her heart in battle mode as she bolted for the church's steps. Abraham was on the ground now, gripping his leg which had an arrow precisely shot into him. She ran to kneel beside him, offering him a hand. "Damn it Andrea! You get your ass inside!" Andrea quickly shook her head no as she tried to help him, but of course his pride made him refuse. Abraham grumbled as he forced himself to some kind of standing position. Andrea instantly wrapped her arm around his waist and helped him inside, sitting him in the pew in the entrance way. "I'm going to go get Rick… We are being attacked." Abraham quickly shook his head. "No damn it! Get your ass over here and take this God-damned arrow out!" Abraham whimpered some which certainly caused Andrea a length of pain. She returned to him and said, "What did I say about the God-damned thing," as she pulled out the arrow, taking him by surprise. "I'll be right back." Andrea walked off quickly for Rick and the others, Abraham staring baffled after her as she left. When she returned with Dale's first aid kit and the others, Abraham spoke up, "These fuckwards aren't trying to kill us. In case you haven't noticed, that wasn't a shot to kill. Shooting someone in the leg isn't going to kill them, it's just going to make things damn near impossible for them to escape." Andrea listened to Abraham's words as everyone agreed quickly. Because of his past job history, everyone assumed he was always right even though Andrea knew he was damn always wrong, but not this time. She swallowed as she nodded a tiny bit and Rosita went to coddle Abraham. Andrea didn't detest that, but right now that wasn't what Abraham needed. What he needed, was his gushing leg sewn up. Andrea gave them a few more moments as she heard Rosita say, "But Abraham, I'm far too squeamish." Andrea tried to hide her tiny smile at Rosita's innocence as she turned her head back to them. "I can do it Rosita. It will take me no time at all." Much to Andrea's surprise, Rosita nodded thankfully and excused herself from the scene. Andrea instantly found her cheeks reddening at being alone with Abraham, but she put on her overly confident facade to not show she was actually worried about him. " Pants off." Andrea spoke in Abraham's direction with the most neutral expression she could, considering the situation. Abraham nodded a tiny bit and took his pants and ripped them so that they weren't actually off. He loved being a smart ass like that. "Thank you Sergeant Smart- Ass, but I believe I said pants off." Abraham chuckled at that and bit his lip, surprised he could even do so with the unbearable burning in his leg. Andrea walked to him despite his inability to follow her clear instructions and opened the first aid kit. "Why would someone do this?" Abraham shrugged, "Damned if I know… Things are different now, people are different, but the one thing I know is people only have one goal… and that's to survive no matter what that takes." Andrea nodded a tiny bit as she began to clean and stitch the wound. She could tell this wasn't his first time suffering, that pain to him was a necessity almost as he barely flinched when she poured the hydrogen peroxide on his wound and it bubbled in his skin. A slight grunt was the only thing escaping his lips as she sewn him shut silently. Andrea was the first one to break the silence. "You know, for a guy who doesn't talk a lot, sometimes I feel like you do a lot of talking to me." Andrea spoke softly so no one would hear as she looked to him, thinking of yesterday on the steps and what he had said about Eugene. "Maybe that's because no one really listens to me. I've always sort of told people…but people just hold onto that string of hope…that there's more to this shit storm, but I told you because you know just as much as I do that this is it. There is no more. That's why I told you, 'sides, words like that would crush Rosita, crush Maggie and Glenn, but you're stronger than that." Andrea swallowed as she forced her eyes to focus on the needle. She didn't know why Abraham trusted her with such a secret that could possibly get Eugene murdered, but she suspected it was in a way to protect Eugene, who Abraham clearly felt needed that protection. Even though Eugene was around Abraham's age, Andrea often suspected Abraham saw his own children in Eugene. The story of his daughter Sam's rape, and his ex-wife, Beth's were well known among the camp. It was all too well known that Josh, his son had to watch. Upon Abraham finding out, he slaughtered the men brutally, and his wife left with the children who were afraid of him. The story gave Andrea chills and she never brought it up to him, although it clearly meant something despite Beth being his ex- wife, as he still wore his wedding ring. Andrea looked up to Abraham quickly who was actually watching her. The sight made her cheeks flush red and she internally muttered some of her favorite swears as she reached for the gauze to seal him up. She finished her job in silence before she looked up to Abraham. "You should definitely clean this once or twice a day to help with the risk of infection." Andrea swallowed as she stood up and walked away, not quite sure what to say to the fiery man who was still watching her disappear into the chapel.
The rest of the day consisted of Andrea pacing the church anxiously. So anxiously, it made her head spin. Andrea was so busy with her distracted habits that she didn't even take notice to the people who clearly staring at her like she was some kind of mental patient who would snap at any minute. She didn't notice the tall, seemingly formal man moving towards her as the others went to bed. Abraham ducked his head some as he spoke quietly to her, "Can you clean my leg?" Andrea nodded a tiny bit and began walking back to the church vestibule, but to her surprise, Abraham grabbed the first aid kit and scanned the area quickly. He made sure the coast was clear and walked to the edge of the small tan room. He pulled down a string that brought down a small, brown staircase that led to the attic she wasn't even aware the church had. Andrea was just as surprised as he motioned for Andrea to climb first. She did as she was ordered and took the kit from him before he started climbing. She couldn't help but watch him with a worried expression as he climbed, and Andrea took his hand in hers to help her up. Much to her surprise, Abraham reached down to retract the ladder. This gave Andrea time to examine the small, dusty attic which was filled with old pews, Christmas decorations, and books— bibles, on bibles, on bibles. Andrea helped Abraham stand and he limped over to a pew where Andrea repeated her earlier instructions, this time suspecting he would obey. Andrea could sense the tension in the air as thick as peanut butter. Andrea laughed lightly as she remembered a spat she had with Abraham over precious peanut butter and how much he hated it. She hadn't even noticed that Abraham willingly slid off his pants and was waiting for her, watching her. She walked back to him and tried not stare. Now she seemed all too aware of his presence. Even his legs were built, the muscle definition hard and strong. Andrea swallowed as she kneeled to unwrap the leg, his skin warm under her touch. She quietly changed the wrapping as Abraham stared, no admired her. Afterwards, she looked up to him with a confused look and sighed. "What is it?" A small silence carried out between them. "Nothing." Abraham quietly responded as Andrea stood and went to walk to the small,circle window. Abraham stared at the back of her head and said, "You know, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry I was such an ass about Ben and Billy…. I know what it's like to lose a child. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. " Andrea swallowed at his words as she fiddled with her hands and sighed. "I'm sorry too… for what you went through. You're a strong man. But even strong men need a break sometimes. I don't want you helping me find Dale.." Andrea swallowed as Abraham's face dropped and he stood, "You don't want my help? Too damned bad because I'm helping." Andrea shook her head curtly and turned back to face him. "No you're not. I don't want you getting hurt. You're not helping! Rick and Glenn will help me." Andrea crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at Abraham. Abraham on the other hand was moving closer, so slowly, that if you were someone watching, you would barely notice. Abraham growled some as he watched her, "Do you fucking listen to anyone Andrea? I want to fucking help you and I damned will help you!" Andrea in turn let out a growl she didn't know she was capable of doing as she moved towards him some. "Why won't you listen to me?! You're the one who got shot today!" Andrea now pushed him firmly in the chest, but that was a bad move. She could now feel his tense muscles under her tiny hand and she knew…there was no going back for either of them.
And that's how it started. Andrea found her hands clenched tightly in his shirt in frustration, her wide blue eyes focused on his as he lowered his head some. She didn't even bother to mention Dale or Rosita because none of it seemed to matter as she stretched to kiss him. She closed her eyes as she did so, and she wasn't even sure if Abraham had felt her kiss as it was so light on his lips. A few tears began to trail down her cheeks as she kissed him and Abraham naturally wrapped his powerful arms around her, muttering a few words to her as he broke the kiss briefly, "Just for tonight." Andrea nodded as she moved her hands in Abraham's surprisingly soft red hair, his hands now moving lower to try a grab at her ass. Andrea continued the tender kiss from before, surprised that either of them were even capable at such a delicate action. The sensation of kissing Abraham made her head spin and soon she found herself whispering his name on his lips whether it be in confusion or pleasure, she wasn't quite sure. Andrea was the one to deepen the kiss as she traced her tongue over his lips. Abraham willingly let her in as his tongue met hers halfway and they really began tasting each other. Andrea truly couldn't hide her happiness as Abraham moved his strong hands to her ass and gripped it tight, lifting her off the ground. He let out a slight groan of pleasure from that action as her ass felt just right, perfect to him. Andrea now was beginning to breathe heavy. Abraham's hands were moving down to her thighs to hold her up. Andrea moved her legs behind him as he pushed her on the wall and she let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure at his forward movement. He now moved his lips down Andrea's pale tender neck and she was groaning slightly, neck kisses being her turn on. Those groans were all it took for Abraham to lose his mind. He couldn't wait anymore, his manhood ready to burst through his boxers, hell it was bursting, but he wanted to treat Andrea right. Abraham pinned her to the wall as he lifted her tee shirt. His eyes widened at the sight of her toned body. Her chest was practically tumbling from the ocean blue bra which nearly matched her eyes and his. She watched Abraham curiously as he reached back to set her chest free. With his body weight pinning her, he found his hands roaming to squeeze and caress her chest as she moaned quietly. He was kissing at her collarbone now, getting closer to his target as he moved his hands, one on her butt and one on her breast as he moved his lips and tongue over each breast, Andrea's reaction driving him certifiably crazy. He wasn't going to rush this as they had both agreed this would be it. Andrea couldn't help but want more as Abraham claimed her with his tongue. He was soon sliding down her pants and her matching blue undies. The sight of Andrea undressed nearly took his breath away, and it certifiably did as he easily hiked her legs over his shoulders, wanting to "provide for her." After kissing down her chest and abdomen, he found his hands gently stroking the outside of her, preparing her as he slid a few fingers inside of her. He couldn't believe how ultimately satisfying that feeling was as he moved his tongue and lips lower on her, pleasing her first like he always tried to do. He had needs too, and she was more than ready for him as he pulled his mouth away and lowered her with him to ground now. A damned bible hit Andrea's back and she yelped as she threw it across the room, the pages getting loose and flying as she let out a small, seductive laugh that nearly drove Abraham over the edge. Andrea reached up to take his shirt off and she wasn't disappointed as she saw his bare chest and the scars that lined it. Andrea murmured at the sight as he removed his boxers. She pushed him down now as she began to kiss over each and every scar, showing him she found them beautiful. Abraham watched her almost in shock at her actions, and he too repeated them on her scar, murmuring, "You're so damn beautiful," in her ear. It wasn't long before Abraham had put Andrea back on the ground and he was hovering over her. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands going to spread her as he finally made contact with her. He felt his vision glaze over at how warm and tight she was around him, her loud groan filling the attic. At that he slipped his hand over her mouth to try to cover her sounds as he moved in her, his force commanding and known. Andrea's head was spinning by now as Abraham moved in her. It was originally a slow, almost loving motion, but things soon turned steamy and hungry as Abraham moved in Andrea with an insatiable hunger. They weren't through with each other for quite sometime, and Abraham actually finished in her, which normally would have terrified her. As Abraham rolled away, breathless, and reached for Andrea, she was staring widely at the dusty wall, her back sore from all of their… positions. She didn't know what to say as he pulled her to his chest, holding her firmly there. He kissed the top of her head as he realized he didn't want this to be tonight only, he wanted it to be every night for the rest of his life. He spoke softly, so softly, that if you didn't know he were speaking, you wouldn't have even heard it. "I might as well be damned anyway…. I'd rather be damned from being with you than alone and in Heaven." Andrea cracked a small smile at this as she looked up to him. "Damned if you do, damned if you don't, right?" Andrea sighed and kissed his chin. "It's not like you or I believe in that anyway Abraham… but after tonight…. I'm feeling like I might finally have something to put my faith in."