A/N: Adult content ahead. Here is the actual encounter that upset them both so much.


Abigail had been to Will's house last week for the kids' party. It was one of the best nights of their life as a family and it brought a smile to her lips but it quickly faded.

Mark gave her the details about Will's injury as he raced alongside her toward the barracks area. Will hurt his back and hit his head when falling off a roof while chasing a Sixer.

Since the kids were enjoying Kyle's newest girlfriend, she was free to leave without any guilt. Abigail had to admit she felt a pang of jealousy that the kids were having fun with another woman, but it did give her freedom to check on Will.


Will told her the code to get in the door and she used it after knocking. He must be asleep.

She walked across his darkened living room/kitchen area to the bedroom in the back. Abigail pushed the door open to see Will lying spread eagle on top of his blankets in his t-shirt and pants. He'd obviously crashed after getting home. Must be the pain meds.

Her eyes assessed his body in the dim light from a chem lamp near the head of the bed. His hair was stuck up in all different directions, making him look younger than his thirty-two years. Abigail always had the urge to run her fingers through it to even it out. She saw a bruise on his jaw where the Sixer must have hit him.

"Abby," he moaned, a grin covering his lips.

"Yes, Will?" Abigail found she couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bed and reach out to brush a lock of hair off his forehead. The attraction she felt for him couldn't be explained, but she'd stopped fighting it. Will was brave and strong. Being in his arms made her feel safe and alive. She was ready to share herself with this man if he wanted her.

When her fingers touched his forehead, it must have awoken him because his hand grabbed hers and pulled it to his lips.

He kissed her palm; the stubble from his unshaven face scratched her, only adding to the sensations he elicited in her. When he traced a path to her wrist with his tongue she gasped. Heat pooled between her legs and a throbbing once again took up residence deep inside. She'd often felt that way in Will's presence. Is this what desire feels like?

"Will," she said as he tugged her to him.

"Abby," he breathed, his lips and tongue moving up her bare arm. "My sweet, sweet Abigail, come here."

He rolled onto his side facing her and slid his other arm around her waist. Abigail found she couldn't resist her powerful need for this man and lay down next to him. He immediately rolled on top of her and claimed her mouth. It was a slow sensual kiss; one of the ones that made her heart race and all thoughts leave her head.

With each stroke of his tongue, he set off a thousand sensations that all coalesced at the apex of her thighs. Abigail felt a wave of uncertainty because she'd never done this before for an instant when she felt his hardness rub against her thigh for the first time. He felt so big that she was certain he'd hurt her. No, Will Carter will never hurt me.

His mouth left hers and began a trail to her neck, along her jawbone and past her ear. Abigail couldn't resist groaning and some natural instinct kicked in making her rock her hips against his leg, which rested against hers. In the process of moving, her other leg rubbed against his aroused flesh.

"Ahhh, Abby," Will cried as his mouth claimed hers again.

He shifted so his erection pressed against her core. Her body froze at the intimate contact even though it was through several layers of cloth.

"I've dreamed about you in my bed for months," Will said after his lips expertly worshipped her mouth once again.

"Will, I-I…" She wanted to say she wasn't ready. That she should go, but he moved again and something amazing happened. A feeling of such intensity passed through her body that she stopped breathing. "Ohh."

Will lifted his head and the dim light illuminated the smirk she often wanted to slap off his face. His eyes were barely open making him appear like he was asleep. "Did you like that?" He ground his hips against her again.

"Will!" Abigail cried out once again and clutched his powerful arms. She wasn't sure what was happening to her. The feelings between her legs drove her body to move against Will's in an age-old rhythm. We're still dressed? How can I feel… Abigail stopped thinking as her body tensed.

As he moved her over the edge and into her first orgasm, she forgot her fear of sex. Forgot the bruises on the women who left her house after a weekend with her father or brother. Forgot the screams of pain and sounds of slapping flesh that made her afraid of physical contact. Forgot the pig in the limo. All she knew was that Will showed her true pleasure and that she wanted more of it.

"Oh that looked like fun," Will said. "Mind if I join you?" his voice was deep and ragged.

As the wave of pleasure subsided, she felt him move off of her. "Please don't go."

"I'm only getting rid of these barriers. I'm not going anywhere," he growled as she heard his clothing being removed.

Abigail had never seen a naked man in the flesh. Her eyes widened when she saw Will's swollen member. A tiny voice in the back of her mind said he'd never fit, but she ignored it. She wanted more of the pleasure he brought to her. It has to feel better with nothing between us.

Will's hands reached for the hem of her shirt. "Are you really here?"

"What?" Abigail said, confusion entering her voice as his hands pulled her shirt off.

"I must be dreaming," he said as his mouth descended to kiss across her abdomen as he pushed the shirt up.

Abigail felt self-conscious of her small breasts, but had no time to object. Will pushed the shirt up her arms and left it tangled around her elbows. His hands pushed the material of her bra aside and a hot, wet tongue lapped her swollen nipple.

Abigail bucked and cried out. It was as if the point of flesh on her breast had a direct connection to her center.

"You're made for me, sweetheart," he said as his mouth claimed her breast. The small size allowed him to cover a lot with his mouth and tongue.

Abigail cried out as another wave started forming. Since she knew the result, she longed for it. "Will. Will, help me. I need you."

"With pleasure," he said, as his deft fingers undid her pants.

She should object as his hand slid into her panties, his fingers furrowing through her curls to touch her heated flesh, but she couldn't. Will Carter was destined to be the first man to kiss her, to touch her, to bring her such pleasure. She couldn't hold anything back from him.

When his fingers slid through the slick folds and crossed the point where it seemed all her nerves coalesced, it was back. A coiling of nerves deep inside that would result in that amazing feeling again, a feeling of pure pleasure only to be shared with this man. She pressed her hips up and screamed. The intensity of this orgasm shattered the previous one.

Will laughed and claimed her other breast with his mouth. His other arm slid under her and held her off the mattress while his hand in her panties stroked and teased out as much pleasure as he could manage before she collapsed.

"I have got to get in on this action," Will said as he released her breast and moved his arms.

He quickly pulled her pants down and was lying on top of her before she could get cold. He helped her remove the shirt and bra that was tangled in her arms.

Abigail could barely react to the cool air on her exposed body before his naked body was on top of hers. Will's muscular body was capable of much violence, but something about having all that strength being held in check lest he hurt her gave Abigail a feeling of power she'd never known. "Will, I-I want you."

"Abigail," he moaned as he quickly slid his aroused flesh between her legs.

He thrust into her quickly, causing her to cry out from the pain. Will Carter wasn't a small man by any means and even though she was more than wet enough for him it was the first time she'd had sex.

Will froze. Abigail felt a few tears squeeze out of her eyes. The lack of movement was allowing her body to get used to his intrusion. Abigail felt oddly complete, like this was meant to be. Remembering the amazing feelings that rubbing against him gave he, she moved her hips.

"No!" Will cried. "Abigail, don't move. We can't…"

She ignored Will and moved, setting off sensations throughout the region where their flesh was joined. It felt a hundred times more intense than him rubbing her from outside.

"No," he breathed, his voice ragged and his body twitching of its own accord.

Abigail moved again and didn't care what Will said. A long deep moan was torn from her as he began to pull out. "Don't stop," she gasped and out of instinct wrapped her legs around his thighs to hold him to her.

"Abby," Will muttered as his body acted in opposition to his words.

One definition of ecstasy was a state of emotion so intense that one is carried beyond rational thought and self-control. The definition didn't do justice to the feelings Abigail felt as she lay under Will Carter's powerful body as he taught her a dance lovers used since humans first walked the Earth.

The pleasure Abigail received from Will made her forget the momentary pain. When he growled – or rather roared – her name once again she felt fulfilled. This very physical act brought her closer to a man than she ever imagined that she'd be.

Her hands slid over his muscular back as he trembled from his own release. A grin took over Abigail's features as the strong, brave man in her arms trembled.

"You weren't supposed to be a virgin. This is a bad dream," Will muttered as he rolled off of her and fell back to sleep.

The sudden cold made her shake. She sat up and looked at the sleeping man next to her. All his words came back to her. Words she ignored as she took her pleasure from him.

"Oh God, what did I do?" she cried. As tears slid out of her eyes, she scrambled out of his bed, scooping up her clothing and rushing into his bathroom.

There was blood on her legs and she could barely stop trembling to wipe it off. A sob tore from her as she pulled on her shirt and pants. She threw the towel she used to wipe the blood into the trash and rushed from Will Carter's house. How am I going to face him? He was expecting an experienced woman, not a virgin.

TBC


A/N: Now you know the good and bad of what happened. Remember Abigail never had anyone to talk to about sex or love. She misinterprets a lot and is too scared to ask.