Visiting Abigail

The ride back to the Lucky Cat Café was quiet. The boys were in a food coma, leaning against each other in the back of the van, content and oblivious. But in the front, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken words and the wet, rhythmic sound of movement.

Honey Lemon and Go Go shifted in their seats, their faces flushed. Every time they moved their feet, I could hear the faint squelch of my fluid sliding between their toes and the leather insoles of their expensive new shoes. They were marinating in me, carrying my mark home in the most intimate, secret way possible.

When we pulled up to the café, the boys piled out, energized by the familiar sight of home.

Honey and Go Go climbed out carefully.

Squish. Step. Slick.

Honey bit her lip as her heel slipped slightly in the fluid. She grabbed my arm for support, looking up at me with wide, glassy eyes. She didn't want to wash it off. She wanted to keep it there as long as possible.

We gathered in the warm, dimly lit living room upstairs. Aunt Cass was waiting, looking relieved to see us all in one piece.

I stood in the center of the room, the Alpha addressing the pack.

"Great work today," I said, looking at the team. "You defended your city. You proved you aren't just kids in costumes anymore."

Hiro beamed, puffing out his chest. "We made a pretty good team, right?"

"Adequate," I smirked.

Then, I let the gravity drop.

"But my work here is done. The Keyhole is sealed. The Heartless are locked out."

I paused, letting the silence stretch.

"I leave tomorrow at dawn. There are other worlds that need saving."

The room seemed to drop ten degrees.

Hiro’s smile vanished. Fred stopped chewing his gum.

But the girls... they took the hit the hardest.

Honey Lemon’s hand flew to her mouth. She looked down at her sticky yellow shoes, blinking back tears. She had just found me, just submitted to me, and now I was vanishing like smoke.

Go Go crossed her arms, looking away toward the window. Her jaw was set tight, her foot tapping - squish, tap, squish - against the floorboards. She wouldn't beg, but her body language screamed of abandonment.

Cass, standing by the kitchen, gripped the counter until her knuckles were white. She nodded slowly, accepting the reality she had known was coming since the moment I walked in. The Shark never stays in one ocean.

"Leaving?" Hiro asked, his voice small. "But... you just got here. You could teach us more."

"I taught you to survive," I said. " The rest is up to you."

I turned to the door.

"I'm going out for a while. Don't wait up."

"Where are you going?" Honey asked, her voice trembling. "To... to your ship?"

"Not yet," I said, putting my coat back on. "I have one loose end to tie up. I'm going to the hospital."

I looked at them.

"Abigail Callaghan wakes up to a world where her father is a villain and her life is gone. I need to make sure she has a future."

The hospital was quiet, smelling of antiseptic and floor wax. I walked past the nurses' station, my presence essentially making me invisible to anyone I didn't want to see me.

I found Room 402.

Abigail Callaghan was awake. She was sitting up in bed, looking out the window at the city lights. She looked fragile, her skin pale from months of hypersleep, her brown hair cascading over the hospital gown.

She turned when I entered. Her eyes widened. She recognized the coat. She recognized the man who had pulled her from the void.

"You," she whispered, her voice raspy.

"Me," I said, pulling a chair up to her bedside. "How are you feeling, pilot?"

"Like I've been asleep for a lifetime," she said. She looked down at her hands. " The police were here. They told me... about my father. About what he did." Tears welled up in her eyes. "He's in prison. He destroyed Krei Tech. He almost killed people."

"He did it for you," I said calmly. "But he lost his way. The darkness took him."

Abigail wiped her eyes. "I have nothing. My father is gone. My home... the government seized his assets. I'm alone."

"No," I corrected. "You're a survivor."

I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a sleek, black envelope. I tossed it onto the tray table.

"That is a settlement agreement."

Abigail looked at it, confused. "Settlement?"

"From Alistair Krei," I lied smoothly. "He feels... very responsible for the accident that trapped you. And after a very brief, very aggressive conversation I had with him an hour ago, he has agreed to fund your recovery."

I leaned forward.

"It's enough money to buy a private island, Abigail. Or a new lab. Or whatever you want."

Abigail stared at the envelope, then at me. She knew Krei didn't give money away out of the kindness of his heart. She realized exactly what kind of conversation I must have had with the billionaire.

"You did this... for me?"

"I saved you," I said, standing up. "I don't save things just to let them wither away. You're an asset, Abigail. You have a second chance."

She reached out and grabbed my hand. Her grip was weak, but ****.

"Why?" she asked. "Who are you?"

"I'm a traveler," I said, looking down at her. "And you owe me a life debt."

I squeezed her hand.

"Recover. Get strong. Watch over the team for me. Hiro and the others... they're bright, but they're reckless. They need an adult who understands the cost of ambition."

Abigail looked at me, her eyes locking onto mine with a fierce, newfound purpose. She nodded slowly.

"I will," she whispered. "I'll watch them. For you."

"Good."

I pulled my hand away.

"Goodbye, Abigail."

I walked to the door.

"Wait!" she called out, her voice cracking.

I stopped with my hand on the door handle. I turned back.

Abigail Callaghan was sitting up, clutching the sheets to her chest. Tears were welling up in her large, brown eyes, spilling over onto her pale cheeks. The weight of her reality - the lost time, the imprisoned father, the solitude - was crashing down on her, and I was the only anchor she had left.

"You... you saved me twice," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You pulled me out of that void. You saved my future from Krei. I don't even know your name, really. I can't just... let you walk out that door."

I walked back to the bed. I looked down at her, seeing the raw, unfiltered vulnerability of a woman who had lost everything and found a savior in the wreckage.

"My name is Ray," I said softly. "I'm a Keyblade Master. A guardian of the spaces between worlds."

I brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

"I travel, Abigail. It's what I do. I fix broken things, and then I move on to the next break."

"But I'm broken," she pleaded, reaching for my hand again. "Don't go yet. Please."

"You're healing," I corrected. "But you're weak. The void took a toll on you. I can't stay with a bird that can't fly, Abigail. I need you strong."

She looked down, ashamed of her frailty.

I sighed. I couldn't leave her like this, so sad and small in a big, white room.

"Tell you what," I said, offering a small smile. "I can't stay forever. But I can stay for a view. Have you seen the city since you woke up?"

"No," she sniffled. "Just this wall."

"Let's fix that."

I pulled the covers back.

Abigail swung her legs over the side of the bed. She was wearing a thin hospital gown that tied in the back. Her legs were pale and trembling.

She tried to stand.

As soon as her feet touched the cold tile, her knees buckled. She looked like a baby deer trying to take its first steps, her muscles atrophied from the long hypersleep. She gasped, falling forward.

I caught her effortlessly.

I didn't let her try again. I scooped her up into my arms, bridal style. She was incredibly light, fragile as porcelain.

"I got you," I whispered.

Abigail melted against my chest. She wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in my coat, breathing in the scent of the man who held her. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and lovestruck, completely surrendering to my strength.

"You're so strong," she murmured.

"And you're light," I said. "Let's go."

I carried her out of the room, past the empty nurses' station, and up the stairwell to the roof access. I kicked the door open.

The cool night air of San Fransokyo hit us. The city was a sea of glittering lights below, the Golden Gate Bridge glowing orange in the distance.

I walked to a ventilation unit that had a flat, wide surface and sat down, settling Abigail on my lap.

She shivered, not from the cold, but from the proximity.

We sat there for a while, just talking. I told her about the stars. She told me about the silence of the void.

Slowly, her hands began to wander. She touched my chest, tracing the muscles under my shirt. She touched my neck, her fingers lingering on my pulse. She was weak, but her desire was waking up. She wanted to bind me to her, to make me stay, or at least give me a reason to return.

She leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft, hesitant kiss, tasting of hesitation and hope.

Then, her hand moved lower.

She brushed against the bulge in my trousers.

"Ray..." she whispered, her face burning. "I want to... I want to thank you properly."

I raised an eyebrow. "You're recovering, Abigail. You don't have to."

"I want to," she insisted, her fingers fumbling with my zipper. "I... I don't have much experience with this. I've always been focused on flying. But... I don't want anyone else. I want to do this for you. Before you go."

I let her.

I sat back, letting her unzip me. She freed my cock, which was already hard from her shy encounters.

Abigail stared at it, intimidated but eager. She leaned down.

She took me into her mouth.

She was clumsy, unsure of the rhythm, but the enthusiasm was incredibly cute. She wrapped her small hand around the base, trying to take me deep, making soft, wet noises against the backdrop of the city wind. She was trying so hard to pleasure the Alpha, to prove she was worth saving.

But after two minutes, her energy failed.

Her jaw was sore. Her breathing was ragged. Her body, still recovering from the trauma of the portal, simply couldn't keep up with the physical demand. She pulled back, panting, looking devastated.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, tears pricking her eyes again. "I... I can't. I'm too weak."

"Shh."

I pulled her back up to my chest, kissing her forehead.

"It's okay, pilot. You did good."

I held her face, forcing her to look at me.

"I'm going to make you a promise, Abigail. When I return - and I will return - you're going to be strong. You're going to be flying again. And when that day comes, we're going to do everything. Anything you wish. I'll wreck you properly then."

Her eyes lit up with hope. "Promise?"

"Promise."

I pushed her gently back until she was lying on the flat surface of the vent, her legs dangling off the edge.

"But for now," I whispered, moving between her knees. "You just relax. Let me give you something to remember me by."

I pushed her hospital gown up to her waist. She wasn't wearing panties. The night air hit her bare skin, making her thighs tremble.

"Ray?" she gasped. "What are you..."

"Enjoy the view, Abigail."

I lowered my head.

I buried my face between her legs.

Abigail cried out, her head falling back, staring up at the stars.

I used my tongue. I wasn't rough; she couldn't handle rough yet. I was slow, deliberate, and masterful. I licked her clit with long, broad strokes, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh god!" she moaned, her hands gripping my hair, her weak legs trying to squeeze my head. "Ray... it feels... too good!"

I didn't stop. I kept the pressure consistent, listening to her breathing hitch and spiral. I worked her toward the edge, controlling her pleasure completely.

"Cum for me," I growled against her wetness. "Let go."

She shattered.

Abigail screamed my name into the night, her body arching off the metal vent, her hips bucking against my face. She climaxed hard, a release of all the fear and tension she had held onto for months.

I drank her down, tasting her sweetness, feeling her shudder as the waves of pleasure rolled through her weak body.

When she finally settled, she was limp, breathless, and glowing.

She looked at me with glazed eyes, a smile of pure, exhausted bliss on her face.

"Wow," she breathed.

"Remember that," I said, standing up and adjusting her gown. "That's just the deposit."

I picked her up again, carrying the sleeping beauty back down to her room. I tucked her into bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow, a smile still on her lips.

I looked at her one last time.

I walked out of the hospital, into the night, ready for the next world. But first, i had to say goodbye to Honey and Go Go.