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Pissed was an understatement.
The moment Abby heard about what happened in her absence [she had a couple of auditions to go to and sneaking out was becoming a bit harder] from her older cousin, she immediately tried to get Ben to tell her more details, only to get the runaround. So, since he didn't want to talk about it or at least approach her, she decided to leave all his messages on read. Were they still engaged? Yes. That didn't mean she couldn't give her fiancé the cold shoulder in ALL ways possible,
Including her bed, or anywhere else he wanted to try and be intimate for that matter.
Eventually she got tired of her phone pinging at all times of the night and decided she would show up at the current construction site they were working on [something something really rich guy she doesn't care about], workers parted like the red sea when they saw the ‘princess’ making her way towards the ‘Boss’, ready to spit some fire and brimstone like she was some sort of dragon. The smaller woman marched up to where her fiancé was currently, poking a delicately polished nail in his chest. “YOU need to learn COMMUNICATION BENNETT KEEGAN!”
Who skips out on telling their supposed fiancé that they DIED not too long ago?! Ben, that's who.
The moment Abby heard about what happened in her absence [she had a couple of auditions to go to and sneaking out was becoming a bit harder] from her older cousin, she immediately tried to get Ben to tell her more details, only to get the runaround. So, since he didn't want to talk about it or at least approach her, she decided to leave all his messages on read. Were they still engaged? Yes. That didn't mean she couldn't give her fiancé the cold shoulder in ALL ways possible,
Including her bed, or anywhere else he wanted to try and be intimate for that matter.
Eventually she got tired of her phone pinging at all times of the night and decided she would show up at the current construction site they were working on [something something really rich guy she doesn't care about], workers parted like the red sea when they saw the ‘princess’ making her way towards the ‘Boss’, ready to spit some fire and brimstone like she was some sort of dragon. The smaller woman marched up to where her fiancé was currently, poking a delicately polished nail in his chest. “YOU need to learn COMMUNICATION BENNETT KEEGAN!”
Who skips out on telling their supposed fiancé that they DIED not too long ago?! Ben, that's who.
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He had been busy. Busy working. Busy with end of the year classes. Busy not DYING…. Again. Mostly just trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. But that hadn’t stopped him from texting Abby. And calling her… and sending flowers…. And texting, again and again. Only to get ghosted. Or as ghosted as one could be when he did get periodic updates to make sure everything was ok, other than pissed off fiancé.
But what he hadn’t expected was to be on the worksite of the most pressing job they had, only to have Mac, the site foreman, widen his eyes and point behind him. It didn’t take a genius to know someone had shown up, but what he wasn’t expecting when he turned around, was to see a petit vision in pale pink. A little blonde vision drifting over the construction debris like a fairy… or one pissed off witch. She was practically levitating!
He was tempted to take a step back as she stopped right in front of him and jabbed her perfectly polished pink nail into his dayglow clad work shirt. Biting back the urge to snap at her, they had an audience so he bit his tongue, he just tipped the front of his hard hat up some so he could see her more clearly. “I’m not the one who didn’t answer their phone, Princess.”
But what he hadn’t expected was to be on the worksite of the most pressing job they had, only to have Mac, the site foreman, widen his eyes and point behind him. It didn’t take a genius to know someone had shown up, but what he wasn’t expecting when he turned around, was to see a petit vision in pale pink. A little blonde vision drifting over the construction debris like a fairy… or one pissed off witch. She was practically levitating!
He was tempted to take a step back as she stopped right in front of him and jabbed her perfectly polished pink nail into his dayglow clad work shirt. Biting back the urge to snap at her, they had an audience so he bit his tongue, he just tipped the front of his hard hat up some so he could see her more clearly. “I’m not the one who didn’t answer their phone, Princess.”
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Oh really?
“Oh yeah!? I'M not the one who AVOIDED telling information!” Her gaze narrowed and her eyebrow started twitching, “You skirted around the issue, and even then I had to hear from Alex first hand before I even asked you!” Abby crossed her arms under her chest, fingers thrumming on her arms. “If you had told me first I would not be half as angry as I am now, Ben. Sure, you can drive me up the wall sometimes, but we ARE a couple. Last time I checked, couples don't hide anything from each other.” She whispered this last part, knowing the others didn't need to hear it, “What would you do if it was me instead? If I kept the fact that I died from you?”
She was sure he would be none too pleased with her, as he should be.
Waiting for his answer she blew a stray strand of blonde hair from her face, regretting the fact that she didn't manage to do something with the long wavy mess.
“Oh yeah!? I'M not the one who AVOIDED telling information!” Her gaze narrowed and her eyebrow started twitching, “You skirted around the issue, and even then I had to hear from Alex first hand before I even asked you!” Abby crossed her arms under her chest, fingers thrumming on her arms. “If you had told me first I would not be half as angry as I am now, Ben. Sure, you can drive me up the wall sometimes, but we ARE a couple. Last time I checked, couples don't hide anything from each other.” She whispered this last part, knowing the others didn't need to hear it, “What would you do if it was me instead? If I kept the fact that I died from you?”
She was sure he would be none too pleased with her, as he should be.
Waiting for his answer she blew a stray strand of blonde hair from her face, regretting the fact that she didn't manage to do something with the long wavy mess.
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Ben kept his mouth closed, lips tightening into a thin line, even as he kept his sharp gaze on the firecracker currently throwing a tantrum in front of him. “Mac, go on break. Take everyone with you.” He didn’t even look over at the large man who was still standing there. Instead he started towards Abby and with a firm hand turned her around and practically propelled her towards the site trailer.
The urge to just physically pick her up and carry her into the small space was strong but he was also aware they were in public, and honestly putting hands on her like that in anger was something he would never do… lust maybe but not anger and that is what he felt bubbling through him right then. Instead he carefully, almost too carefully, closed the trailer door behind them once they were both inside before turning to face her.
“First of all I was busy! I was working and taking finals, not to mention the rest of the crap!” He practically hissed out, keeping well back from her so he wouldn’t shake some sense into her. “I’ve been dealing with it all, no thanks to you just flouncing in when it's convenient for you.” He should have stopped. He should have bit his tongue and kept silent but didn’t and the venom that had been building up came spewing out. “I DIED? Well so what? Big ******** deal, we stopped it didn’t we? I’m back aren't I? And where were you? Not here, that's where! Would I have even been in that situation if I had never met you? Would I have actually died? ******** no… I would have been living my life the way I always had been without being saddled with a brat who dragged me into this ******** up fight without a ‘by your leave’.” His eyes were a bit too wide, a bit too vacant, as his mind drifted back to that void he had been in. The emptiness that had stared back at him.
The logical part of his brain knew he wasn’t angry at her, not really. He was just lashing out. Verbal barbs thrown out to keep her from getting close. To prevent anyone really, from learning what happened. What he had seen.
The urge to just physically pick her up and carry her into the small space was strong but he was also aware they were in public, and honestly putting hands on her like that in anger was something he would never do… lust maybe but not anger and that is what he felt bubbling through him right then. Instead he carefully, almost too carefully, closed the trailer door behind them once they were both inside before turning to face her.
“First of all I was busy! I was working and taking finals, not to mention the rest of the crap!” He practically hissed out, keeping well back from her so he wouldn’t shake some sense into her. “I’ve been dealing with it all, no thanks to you just flouncing in when it's convenient for you.” He should have stopped. He should have bit his tongue and kept silent but didn’t and the venom that had been building up came spewing out. “I DIED? Well so what? Big ******** deal, we stopped it didn’t we? I’m back aren't I? And where were you? Not here, that's where! Would I have even been in that situation if I had never met you? Would I have actually died? ******** no… I would have been living my life the way I always had been without being saddled with a brat who dragged me into this ******** up fight without a ‘by your leave’.” His eyes were a bit too wide, a bit too vacant, as his mind drifted back to that void he had been in. The emptiness that had stared back at him.
The logical part of his brain knew he wasn’t angry at her, not really. He was just lashing out. Verbal barbs thrown out to keep her from getting close. To prevent anyone really, from learning what happened. What he had seen.
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Abby didn't fight or say anything while Ben walked her to the trailer. She could feel the anger coming off of him in waves, so she was preparing to deal with whatever hell he was about to unleash on her. However, once he started, Abby just stood there. It wasn't the venom that got to her so much as the words that came from them. Keeping her arms crossed with her nails digging into her skin so tightly there was the threat of drawing blood, she responded quietly:
“Well…I'm sorry for not being considerate of the fact that you are working and you're in school too, Ben.” She continued,
“As for ‘flouncing in’...” her voice became smaller, “You won't have to worry about that, I will refrain from doing this in the future.” And now for the meat of the situation, “Yes, you did die and for what it's worth Bennett, which I assume isn't much, it was a big <********> deal to me. But I suppose that doesn't matter right?!” Her voice did grow in volume while the first set of tears started to run, “You beat the thing so dying is just a small thing you do casually!”
Her nails were drawing blood by now but it didn't matter, “I WANTED to be there! I TRIED!” one hand furiously wiped the stupid tears from her eyes, growing even more frustrated when they were just replaced with new ones, “It's true, had you never met me you would be living your blissful little life, unaware of what truly happens in this twisted city. So let me make it easier on you…” even as she continued crying, she was her father's daughter, which entailed the need to be a winter b***h when the situation called for it, “Let me out of this trailer before I rip your <********> starseed from your chest. I suppose since I'm so inconvenient to you, the engagement is off.” There was genuine hurt in her voice when she whispered, “I suppose declaring that I belonged to you was a damned good lie considering I fell for it.”
“Well…I'm sorry for not being considerate of the fact that you are working and you're in school too, Ben.” She continued,
“As for ‘flouncing in’...” her voice became smaller, “You won't have to worry about that, I will refrain from doing this in the future.” And now for the meat of the situation, “Yes, you did die and for what it's worth Bennett, which I assume isn't much, it was a big <********> deal to me. But I suppose that doesn't matter right?!” Her voice did grow in volume while the first set of tears started to run, “You beat the thing so dying is just a small thing you do casually!”
Her nails were drawing blood by now but it didn't matter, “I WANTED to be there! I TRIED!” one hand furiously wiped the stupid tears from her eyes, growing even more frustrated when they were just replaced with new ones, “It's true, had you never met me you would be living your blissful little life, unaware of what truly happens in this twisted city. So let me make it easier on you…” even as she continued crying, she was her father's daughter, which entailed the need to be a winter b***h when the situation called for it, “Let me out of this trailer before I rip your <********> starseed from your chest. I suppose since I'm so inconvenient to you, the engagement is off.” There was genuine hurt in her voice when she whispered, “I suppose declaring that I belonged to you was a damned good lie considering I fell for it.”
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Honestly it wasn’t the anger she directed at him that had him actually snap back to the here and now, it was the tears. He had hurt her. “No,” It was simple. It was final. He wouldn’t move from the door unless she actually killed him. Ben shifted just enough so he was solidly blocking the door and crossed his arms, just as stubborn as she was.
“I warned you when we started… I don’t share and I don’t let my things go without a fight.” He sighed and yanked the hard hat off. His outburst of anger and everything dark in him had faded, even if he could still feel that darkness lurking deep within “Abby… Aberdeen. I know. I know you would have been there if you could, even if I’m glad you weren’t. I’m glad you weren’t trapped in that void not knowing if you had done anything worthwhile. Or knowing that you weren’t going to be returning. How was I to know if anyone survived or was what I fought for, and died for, worth it? God, Abby,” He ran his hand through his hair, ignoring the slight tremor causing his hand to shake. “I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to remember.” He shook his head, “talking just brings it back and it's not something I can deal with right now so let it go.” It wasn’t an order, more like a plea. “I just want to go back to how things were before. Even with knowing how this ‘twisted city’ is, I still just want to forget for a while okay? Can we just be normal for a while?”
“I warned you when we started… I don’t share and I don’t let my things go without a fight.” He sighed and yanked the hard hat off. His outburst of anger and everything dark in him had faded, even if he could still feel that darkness lurking deep within “Abby… Aberdeen. I know. I know you would have been there if you could, even if I’m glad you weren’t. I’m glad you weren’t trapped in that void not knowing if you had done anything worthwhile. Or knowing that you weren’t going to be returning. How was I to know if anyone survived or was what I fought for, and died for, worth it? God, Abby,” He ran his hand through his hair, ignoring the slight tremor causing his hand to shake. “I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to remember.” He shook his head, “talking just brings it back and it's not something I can deal with right now so let it go.” It wasn’t an order, more like a plea. “I just want to go back to how things were before. Even with knowing how this ‘twisted city’ is, I still just want to forget for a while okay? Can we just be normal for a while?”
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If she could be sure there wouldn't be witnesses, her hand would be in his chest by now, but Ben was lucky. When he said no, that he doesn't share his things or let them go without a fight, she balled her hands into fists. “I'm not a thing Bennett, I'm a human being.” She at least wanted to make that clear, but then he continued and she listened, her anger fizzled out, but the hurt still remained whether she wanted it or not. She wasn't sure about ‘normal’, Abby isn't the type of person to just shove everything away. “Fine.” So some of the anger was still there apparently, “Now move.”
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Well at least anger was better than tears. He contemplated doing what she asked, to just shift so she could storm out, to go back to being mad at him. Honestly that would be easier. Simpler to just let her go until she ran out of steam. But where was the fun in that? Besides, he was still feeling a little bit vindictive himself. Afterall, he wasn’t the one who started the cold war, she was, and he didn’t exactly appreciate being given the cold side of the shoulder when there was no good reason for it.
With a nod he moved, but not to the side. He took the short distance between them and shrunk it until there was next to no distance between them. Ben’s hand came up to cup the side of her face, his thumb brushing over the tear tracks on her cheek, wiping away the dampness while his other slid around her so he could hold her close. He leaned down so they were eye to eye even as his fingers drifted from her cheek, down the pale smoothness of her throat, to fiddle with the delicate golden necklace that rested around her neck. “Mine,” he murmured quietly before stealing her lips in a quick, if a bit possessive, kiss. The pretty little necklace featuring a small heart lock on it was more than just a necklace. It was a present. A marker. A collar. Something that couldn't be removed without the small key he had around his neck, not without violence. As much as he didn’t want to think about anything, Ben wouldn’t deny that the petite woman got under his skin like no other. With or without the BS that came with living in this city.
With a nod he moved, but not to the side. He took the short distance between them and shrunk it until there was next to no distance between them. Ben’s hand came up to cup the side of her face, his thumb brushing over the tear tracks on her cheek, wiping away the dampness while his other slid around her so he could hold her close. He leaned down so they were eye to eye even as his fingers drifted from her cheek, down the pale smoothness of her throat, to fiddle with the delicate golden necklace that rested around her neck. “Mine,” he murmured quietly before stealing her lips in a quick, if a bit possessive, kiss. The pretty little necklace featuring a small heart lock on it was more than just a necklace. It was a present. A marker. A collar. Something that couldn't be removed without the small key he had around his neck, not without violence. As much as he didn’t want to think about anything, Ben wouldn’t deny that the petite woman got under his skin like no other. With or without the BS that came with living in this city.
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Abby squared her shoulders when she could see that Ben was moving…Towards her? That wasn't moving out of the way! “W-What are you…?” She didn't have to wonder much longer, blue eyes still narrowing even if she began to feel her cheeks heating up at the sudden intimacy. The petite woman swallowed and tried to hold her ground, to stay angry so that she could stomp out that door and never look back. But then he just had to run his fingers down her throat ever so lightly, HAD to touch the necklace that she chose to never take off, eyeing the key around Ben’s neck before he brought his lips to hers.
She was not proud of the whimper she made or the fact that her legs were just slightly wobbly.
As much as she wanted to deny him and be the iciest princess she could be, Abby’s arms eventually ran up to his chest, where she pulled away from the kiss for just a small second. She was still angry, and hurt, so she was going to make him work a little for forgiveness. Narrowing her blue eyes, she said two words: “Prove it.” She was his? He didn't share? Sounded like she needed convincing.
She was not proud of the whimper she made or the fact that her legs were just slightly wobbly.
As much as she wanted to deny him and be the iciest princess she could be, Abby’s arms eventually ran up to his chest, where she pulled away from the kiss for just a small second. She was still angry, and hurt, so she was going to make him work a little for forgiveness. Narrowing her blue eyes, she said two words: “Prove it.” She was his? He didn't share? Sounded like she needed convincing.
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This wasn’t exactly the healthiest way to handle this situation… hell it wasn’t even the smartest, but that didn’t stop Ben. He always was the kind of guy who took what he wanted, damn the consequences.
“As you wish.”
“As you wish.”
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