Chapter 64

"Again!"

Victoria shook her head, groaning when Abigail shoved and provoked her, her own lip busted open. Dean's death had done something to the woman, woke up the sleeping lion because she was a lot fiercer than the first time they'd done this. Tomorrow they would meet up with Bray and the DOV. Tomorrow was war, so Abigail was getting her ass handed to her one last time. Flying back on the ground, Abigail rolled and spit out blood, holding her side and nodded when Victoria asked if she was alright.

"I'm fine." She gritted out, standing to her feet, a bit wobbly and punched Victoria in the face, bloodying her nose. They both smiled at each other, no humor whatsoever in it and began sparring again, adding to the bruises that were already adorning Abigail's face.

When Bray saw her tomorrow, he would barely recognize his pure Queen.

"Nice shot." Victoria backhanded her in return, once again holding back on her strength and pinched her nose before snapping it back into place. That hurt. "Alright, you done now?"

"Do I look gruesome?"

"Yeah, that what you're going for?"

"Then we're done here. Thanks again."

"Now have a drink with me. It's not often I can kick someone's ass, be it woman or man, and still be friends with them."

"Okay."

"Well, we're as prepared as we're gonna be, Deadman." Steve said, walking the encampment with Taker. Since Dean's funeral, things had been pretty grim. "Got your stage prop ready. Malcolm's been talkin' to himself all day, so I'd say he's been workin' on the magic end. All our boys and gals have everythin' primed and scouts say Wyatt's forces are going to arrive basically at the same time we are."

"That'll be fun." They had finally made it around in time to see Victoria and Abigail shaking hands and he flinched at the raw mess her face was again.

Tomorrow, hopefully, this all ended.

Abigail turned her head in time to see Mark and Steve, waving at him and pointed at Victoria, followed by a 'bottoms up' signal with her hand. Apparently, he had other ideas in mind because he shook his head, leaving Steve to the rest of the encampment and guided her over to the nearby lake. It was fresh and people had bathed in it, so it was clean enough. However, when he rose his hand to touch the side of her face, she backed away and shook her head.

"No. You can't use any kind of magic to make the pain lessen. It HAS to be believable." They hadn't had sex due to Dean's funeral, combined with her getting beaten up by Victoria. "Mark, tomorrow this ends and then you can use whatever kind of magic you want on me." She cupped his face in her hands, feeling his forehead very gently press against hers, and breathed him in. "If you want to bathe me, that's fine, but…do NOT tend to my face. Promise me."

"When your adrenaline wears off, Abigail, this is going to hurt. Your face is hardly recognizable." There wasn't a part of her face that hadn't been hit. She was bruised, cut, swollen… Wyatt was not going to have a hard time believing they had abused her, at all. "Let me take away your pain, just for tonight," He was begging now, his voice a soft, pleading whisper. "I'll… give it back in the morning, but there's no need for your to suffer tonight, darlin'."

"Mark…"

Abigail sucked in a breath when he waved his hand over her face, the bruising and cuts vanishing to make her look like her old self again. The pain was gone, and she felt him cup her face in his strong hands, kissing her passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling him lift her to where her legs encircled his waist and the kiss never broke, even as Mark settled in the water with her. They were completely naked, thanks to more magic used and she finally broke the kiss to rest her forehead against his, hoping nobody came over here. What she didn't realize was he'd put a disguise on her, much like himself, so her pain was still very much there, but he'd also made it disappear for the time being.

"You are impossible and stubborn…" She murmured, heaving a gentle sigh, and kissed him again, her fingers playing with his hair. "I love you…"

He had 'borrowed' her pain, taken it into himself, and tomorrow, he would return it in all its painful glory. He could feel it himself and reveled in it for a few minutes, closing his eyes as he held Abigail close to him, murmuring those three words back to her. She had been feeling this, this burning hot, yet dull and ferocious aching, it was enough to make his own teeth grit. But she was planning on suffering with it! Taker tamped it down, beginning to passionately kiss her, trying to convey everything he was feeling in it. His love for her. The desperation he was feeling. His admiration. His fears. All of it.

She felt it all. Every bit of it, knowing tomorrow was the battle, the final stretch, and Abigail couldn't begin to imagine how painful this was for him to watch her suffer. It was for a good cause though. They had to make Bray believe she was in mortal danger or else all of this would've been for nothing. Dean's death would mean nothing and she refused to let that happen.

"I need you, Mark." She breathed against his mouth, her chest rising and falling rapidly, trembling against him with pure desire and intensity.

This could be their final night together if things went haywire tomorrow and Abigail refused to let this night pass them by without making love to Mark one more time. She had a feeling that was what weighed on his mind as well and kissed down his jaw to his neck. Her hand massaged the back of his neck sensually, trying to get him revved up.

"Here?" He asked, somewhat amused, his voice a husky rumble. Taker definitely wanted her, she could probably feel it. "In the water?"

He doubted anyone was coming out anymore, most people did their bathing earlier. Now the encampment was winding down, passing around cups, keeping each other motivated and chipper, even though they all knew what was coming. At her nod, he reached down between them, feeling her shifting and adjusting herself. Within seconds, he was sliding home.

"Here, our tent, in the grass, it doesn't matter. You might wanna put up a sound barrier though." She chuckled breathlessly, watching him wave his hand to do exactly that, and kissed him again, moving with him in the water. They could bathe later, right now all Abigail craved was feeling her man plummet in and out of her body, clinging to him as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. "I love you, oh god…"

The water wasn't letting him move nearly fast enough, his thrusts coming slow and steady, fighting against the weight of the water. There was a small patch of grass on the other side of the lake, away from the encampment, so Mark swam them over to it and laid her down. His naked body covered hers as their heated bodies molded together.

"Now this is much better." She murmured, wanting to properly make love with him on what could be their final night together.

Smiling down at her, Taker began moving in her again, drawing one leg up to rest on his hip. "I love you, Abigail." He rumbled softly, knowing she could hear him, and braced his body up with his free hand, palm down on the ground.

Her face was already messed up, he wasn't adding to that by crushing her. The ground did not have the same give that their bed back home did. Their bed, he smiled against her neck, their home, their tower, their life, their future together… they had so much to fight for. Marriage, babies, happiness…she wanted it all and she wanted it with Mark. Abigail decided she wasn't going on the shot again next month, which is when she was due for it. Of course, she'd discuss it with Mark first before making that decision, not knowing if he wanted children or not. The magic could throw him off, especially after finding out what happened to his mother. Her moans became uncontrollable, he felt too good sliding in and out of her, his lips against her throat only fueling the hot coil within her stomach.

"P-Please…oh god please make me cum for you…only you, Mark…" She moaned out in a plea, moving with him, and kissed any skin she could find before his mouth captured hers, both tasting each other.

Nodding, he reached down between their bodies, his finger finding her swollen clit, and began manipulating her, adding to her pleasure. She was so hot, wet, and the way Abigail writhed beneath him, coaxing and pleading for him to give her a climax… Taker didn't know how to describe what it was doing to him. A moment later, he rolled them both, her riding him, though his massive hands moved to her hips, guiding her, angling her body just right. Every time he brought her down, he brushed against her sweet spot.

Her nails sank into his skin, leaving half-crescent shapes in their wake as she rode him hard and fast, crying out every time he hit her sweet spot, driving her closer to that fine razor edge. Her breasts bounced along with the rest of her body, giving all of her energy into this, her main focus on the man beneath her. Such power resided in Mark, he had no idea how incredibly gorgeous he was, even with the scars, which were showcased for her. The moon was out, shining down on them and bathing them in its soft glow as she gyrated her hips against him, stopping the bouncing for a minute to savor this moment in time. If Abigail could, she would freeze it, never wanting it to end, but knew it had to. He was thinking the same thing, wishing for a way to freeze this moment, but then… then they'd miss out on hundreds, thousands more, moments just as beautiful as this one.

"Come on darlin'," He ran his hands up her ribs, to her breasts. "Stop worrying about tomorrow."

His hands were now cupping her face, forcing her to meet his stare as he rocked his hips up to meet hers. Tomorrow was so far away and they had all of tonight to be together. Abigail nodded, resting her forehead against his, and kissed him, putting her full focus and attention on making love with her man. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.

"I-I'm close…" She whimpered, her face contorting in a beautiful mixture of pleasure and need, her mouth falling open as the first orgasm rocketed through her body. "Mark! Right there!" He rode out her first climax, his hands gripping her backside and squeezed it, urging her to shatter against him again. "Ohhhhh…"

"Again, woman!" He ordered in a growl, bringing both hands down on her backside, slapping those delicious cheeks of hers. Feeling her spasming around him, Taker did not surrender to his body's very pressing desire to have his own release. "I want everything you can give, and then some." From personal experience, he knew she had quite a bit to give.

His low, baritone demanding another climax from her just made her want to please him in every way humanly, and magically, possible. Abigail gripped his shoulders, any part of him she could, and felt her body giving into him again, surrendering everything. Mark wanted every last drop out of her and she would happily and willingly give it to him. No questions asked, no hesitation. However, by the third climax, Abigail was starting to sag against him, whimpering and pleading with him to end his suffering. He was bulging, pulsating inside of her and she knew he was on the verge of exploding, her eyes locked on his.

"Let me feel you…please cum inside of me…let me feel you explode, Mark…" She craved it, trembling lips pressing against equally trembling lips.

Tonight was not the night to put her through her paces. Well, in theory, with the overall look she was going for, it probably was. He could definitely give her the fatigued thing since Taker had done it before. However, she would need her wits about her; she wouldn't be able to do that if she were dead on her feet. Righting himself into a sitting position, he held her against him, supporting her, and buried his face in her throat. A few thrusts later, he felt everything coursing through him, leaving him momentarily breathless as he finally gave in to his own climax. It was a damn good thing he had cast a sound barrier because he roared her name.

Nothing was said between them for a while as Mark held her close in the grass, both coming down from the intensity of their sexual high. Finally, Abigail pulled back enough to look into his eyes, trying to memorize every contour of his face, scars and all. She wanted to remember him this way, happy, relaxed, and a bit brooding. Smiling at that last one, she rested her forehead against his and had so much she wanted to say. All she could do was let the tears flow down her cheeks silently, giving in to the fear she'd held back for so long. This entire situation terrified her, she didn't want to see Bray again, but it was inevitable.

"If something happens tomorrow, promise me something. I don't…want you to stop living if I can't be there with you, Mark. You deserve every bit of happiness this world has to offer, and you have too big of a heart to simply shut down. I know we have a plan, I know that, and it'll probably work, but just in case it doesn't and something goes wrong, promise me you'll save yourself. Don't…protect me. Don't die for me. Run and save yourself, if it comes down to it, and leave me behind. Please don't sacrifice yourself for me. I love you and I only want what's best for you." She sniffled, feeling his entire body tense, and kissed him soundly, tears flowing faster. "Will you do that for me? Will you put yourself first?"

"We've already had this conversation, Abigail, or something very similar to it."

He turned his head from her, not about to be silenced with her kisses. Though, he did begin kissing at her tears, tasting the slightest hint of salt on his tongue. She had made him promise not to go 'human', and in return, he had made her promise not to do anything stupid, like sacrifice herself. Taker had already fulfilled his end of the bargain.

"Leaving you behind would mean you had sacrificed yourself. Those were not the terms and I wouldn't leave you behind anyway. We WILL win."

"Damn it, this is not the same thing and you know it. Dean died protecting me and I refuse to let someone else I care about, especially the man I love, sacrifice himself for me. It's not happening. We're all banking on this blood spell to work, but what if it doesn't? Everyone will be slaughtered, everyone will…" Her eyes closed, her body going rigid and suddenly, she was in the middle of nowhere with Mark, the encampment no longer in sight.