Kerry/Abby Series

I apologize for any bloopers, I was eating a mini cinabon whilst I wrote this (Hey look I got whilst in a sentence!), so there might be many a mistake to be made. This is kind of Future telling of a past experience told in the present tense. If that makes sense at all.....your smarter than me.

Disclaimer: I own the story dammit. I also own Roz and 'Scrappy' (don't ask, cuz I don't know).

Archive: Oh yes please, just warn the bard so she can get a happy off it.

Rating: NC-17 for some NEKKID Abby.

Pairing: Kerry/Abby (it's what Tori's do best)

Summary: Abby goes through a keepsake box.

Author's note: This happens after "What Dreams May Come" and yet it's also not long after "Clean Slate" Though there's a good year between.
(Once again if you understood that...I salute your intelligence)

Feedback: It's an addiction. Humor me...

FF: Picture Perfect
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Kerry's been called in again. So I'm alone. Still on leave from the 'accident'. I'm bored, there's really nothing to do. So I clean.

Right like you've never cleaned when your restless?

Don't shake your head I know your lying. Lying like a rug.

I wanted to clean the Kitchen first then I realized with it being Kerry's domain, it was already spotless.So I started with the living room. I fluffed pillows, dusted pillow's, cleared, and filed away my newest fanfictions. I can't believe I'm still addicted to that stuff.

Kerry says I need 'real' literature, but I don't listen. She reads them when she thinks I'm asleep.Femvamp's her favorite. Wulleente in a close second. I organize so that their fics are on top.

Hey I can be neat too.

I sigh when I realize that the living room is clean. I'm still restless, so I move to the bedroom.Only the bed is unmade. So I quickly make and then hesitate. "Now what do I do?"

Oh great now I'm talking to myself. No wonder Kerry worries.

I flop on the bed knocking one of the pillows to the floor. Hey something to do!
I'm desperate.

I reach for the pillow and peek under the bed hoping to find something I have to sweep out.
That's when I see it.

Kerry's keepsake box.

She had this habit of keeping the smallest things from our times together. A flower, a leaf, she even has this napkin with 'I love you' written on it. I remember writing it. We were in this really fancy pants resturaunt, and the waiter was hovering. I asked for his pen and told him to return in 10 minutes. He came back in 5, but Kerry already had the napkin tucked away in her purse. It was good linen too.

Their loss.

I laughed again when I see what's on the cover of the box.

Armitage.

Yes that's right. Kerry is an Anime freak. Dual Matrix, Poly Matrix, and what's the other one? I don't know but she's got them all.

I open the box and the linen napkin is right on top. It's folded so that the 'I love you' is visible when you look at it. My eyes tear up.

I can't help it, I love her so much. I lift it from the box and sniff it. It still smells like her perfume.
I remember when it spilled. The napkin had been on the dresser then.It's then I see the love notes. Written on lose sheets of paper. Sometimes the backs of medical charts. She's kept them all. Not one is missing. I set them on the floor next to the linen. Wait...

There's something new here. An orange envelope, kinda official looking. It's got my name handwritten onto it. I open it and gasp at what I find.

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Past

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"I think it'll be good for us" Kerry still held my hands. She was pleading with me. This was really important to her.

"I'm not sure" I'd agreed, but I liked to give her a hard time.

"I think it's a good thing to meet other lesbian couples. Might help us be a little more 'out' with our own relationship" she turned those gorgeous gray-green eyes on me.I was lost. I always fell for those puppy-dog eyes.

"Ok Ker. I'll go" I sigh like it's really trying me. She knows it isn't. She smiling like the cat the ate the canary.

"Well there's a small party tonight. Not far from here" she starts backing away "Put on that black
sweater and the tight blue jeans. It's casual"

I sigh again. This time it's serious. Damn that Susan, or maybe it's Kim. They're always trying to get us to join the 'community'. Not that I have any problems with it. I just want to keep Kerry to myself just a bit longer.It's no use though. I go and change.
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She was right. It wasn't far from us. Just down a few blocks. One of those exspensive studio apartments.I'd find out how they afforded it later.

"Hey you guys came" Kim answers the door.

It throws me for a second. I know they don't live near here.

A dark haired woman appears behind Kim giving me and Kerry a once over "So these are the infamous 'friends' Kimmy?"

"Yes" Kim turns and punches the woman in the arm.

"Ow" she taps Kim back.

"Ok don't abuse the woman in her own house" Susan pushes Kim away and pulls us inside.

"Hi I'm Roz" the dark haired one offers a hand. Kerry takes it and they shake.

"I'm Kerry. This is Abby" she gestures to me. But I'm too busy scoping out the deck.

The place is amazing. Not overcrowded and not to sparse.

"My baby does it. She has a keen eye for art" Roz comments.

I realize I've been standing there staring at the apartment for a while. Kerry has moved on, she's now talking to a tall blonde.

"Wow. She sure does" I agree with her. It's true. Like I said, the place is amazing.

"Drink?" she lures me away from the open door.

"Sure. Got a diet coke?" I ask.

"No alcohol?" she asks reaching into a mini-fridge.

"I'm recovering" I answer. I don't know why I tell the truth.

"Oh me too. I keep it around for friends. Baby would kill me if I even took a sip" Roz smiled.

The door shut with a slam. I turned and there's a young girl standing behind it. Frowning.

"It closes for a reason"

She's not looking at anyone when she says this. Just kinda staring into nothing. Or maybe at the door.

"Hey it's time for get to know you!" Kim calls "We've got a few new couples tonight. Let's get on with it!"

"Come on. This is the fun part" Roz usheres me, and my soda, over to one of the sofa's.

I sit next to Kerry and she leans into me.

"Let's start with the blonde" Susan taunts.

"Okay" the blonde reply's with a stereotypical cheerleader chant "I'm Jenn, and this" she wraps her toned and tanned arm around a pale brunette with a sloppy style in her hair "this is my baby
Image" she pauses for effect, "Yes that's really her name." We move on to the next couple.

"I'm Elise" this big guy looking woman says. She's wearing the trademark flannel "This here's Tonie" she taps her boi on her shoulder. If this wasn't an all lesbian thing I'd swear that 'Tonie' was a pretty boy. Sometimes they just fool ya. The next couple is boring and I can't remember them clearly. Pretty soon we're at Roz. She's sitting alone.

"I'm Roz, this is my home, this is my party" She turns towards a closed door "Scrappy come here"
We all wait to see who this 'Scrappy' is. The girl who shut the door earlier comes out. She's wearing a paint stained smock and jazz pants from what I can tell.

"This is my baby Scrappy" she turns and says proudly.

"Baby is right" the flannel woman says shaking her head. 'Scrappy' just looks at her. Roz lifts a brow.

"She's legal. I checked it out" Roz makes a face at the woman. She blushes. Go Roz. Kerry sits up straight all of a sudden. It brings my attention to her. She's staring straight ahead, with this curious expression. I follow her gaze and she's studying 'Scrappy' who's studying....

Me?

"Model for me?"

She has this cute little voice. Like a child. She is a child. Roz isn't. But it doesn't seem wrong somehow.

"Now?" I ask. I really don't know what else to say.

"Why not?" she shrugs. I look at Kerry. She smiles her answer.

"Ok" I move to stand.

"Wait is this nude?" Kerry grabs my arm holding me in place.

"If you want" Scrappy shrugs again. I can feel her eyes run over me. It's an interesting feeling.
Not like I'm being watched, or undressed, just like she's seeing through me, into me, she's seeing something.

"If she goes for it" Kerry releases me. I look back at her. She's smiling.I know then I'll be nude.
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She leads me into the room she's just left. It's huge and filled with pallets, sketch books, and the walls are covered and colorful paper. All except one. It's mostly just a blank white, with some sketches pinned on it in no particular order that I can see. It isn't my room after all.

"Should I take my clothes off?" it was too silent for me. She'd gone straight to a desk and sat down watching me.

"Do you want to?" her answer is a question. A simple one. Or so you'd think.

"Uh.....not yet" I stand staring down at my feet, letting my hair cover half my face. I hope I'm coverng up my nervousness. But she's just *so* quiet. I look up and find her sketching me.

"It's okay. You can move" she doesn't even look up. She just kinda knows that I've frozen in place so as not to ruin her sketch.

"Okay" I say slowly. This kid is kinda weird. I must of said it outloud, because she replied,

"I'm not a kid. I'm legal" it's a simple answer. I don't think she speaks more than one sentence at a time.

"Oh yes your *so* old" I say sarcastically. I'm instantly sorry. She doesn't deserve that.

She laughs a little and looks up at me "How old do you think I am?"

I consider this a moment. I think it calls for a joke "Well, you act about 30, think about 40, look about 12. So I'd say barely legal at 18"

She smirks and quirks a brow "Close"

"Ahh I missed it" I snap my fingers. She flips the page and goes back to drawing "Ok I give how old *are* you?"

"Me? I'm at the ripe old age of 19" she stretches her fingers out to the end of the desk.

"How old is Roz?" I ask turning my back to study some sketches that are behind me.

"Roz is an amazingly young 31" she says sweetly. I can hear the love in her voice.

"And how long have you been together?" I turn and look over my shoulder. She flips another page and starts again. I've got to be ruining her sketches with all my motion, but she doesn't seem to mind.

"Three years" she says briskly.

"That's illegal" I point out flipping my hair.

Another page.

"That's love"
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"Take off your shirt please?" She says it as if she asked if I wanted someting to drink. Speaking of which I left mine out there with Kerry. I pull the sweater over my head. It's a heavy fabric, there's only my bra underneath, I undo it.

"Stop"

I stop.

I hear a faint 'zip' and a light flashes on. I'm blinded temporarily. I'm half facing her, my eyes are closed and I hear the distinct sound of a picture being taken.

"Photography too?" my eyes are still closed.

"It's art" she always had a simple answer.

"Now the pants please" her voice is soft. Not like she's ordering me to undress, just a calm and quiet instruction.I undo my fly. I hook my thumbs into the waist band and start to pull down.

"Stop"

Of course I do.

After a while the 'click' of the camera goes off again. It's been minutes after she told me to stop.

"Off now" she commands softly. I can hear her walking around behind me, snapping off frames as I drag off the pants and kick them away. I jump when she touches me.

"Sorry" her apology is almost a whisper. She's that close to me. She slides my bra strap down a little, so that it's hanging on one arm, but the on the shoulder of the other. A few more frames go off. I hear the chair scrape as she pulls it out and sits.

"Drop the bra please" her voice is calm. It's worded like a question but it isn't one. I comply dropping my bra to my feet. I'm so nervous.

"You're nervous aren't you?" Damn does she reads minds too?

"Kind of. I've only been this naked around my mother, my doctor and people I've slept with" I joke hoping to calm myself with humor.

"I'm not your doctor, too young to be your mother, and I don't think you want to sleep with me" she chuckles.

"Well that's true. Your pretty and all but..." I trail off. Where did *that* come from?

"Too young, I know. It throws alot of people" she says this as a fact. No hint of hurt in her voice "you should calm down. Nervousness makes for a poor subject"

I laugh. It's a nervous laugh "Sorry"

"It's okay. Would a distraction help?" I hear the chair again, she's standing. I'm too shy to turn around.

"Yeah I guess"

"Do you like cats?" she crosses the room and into my line of vision. There's a small curtained off portion of the room.

"I guess. They don't bug me" I watch her disappear behind the curtain. When she comes back there's a small bundle of black fur in her hand. It's a kitten. Maybe eight weeks old. She sets it down near my feet.The most glorious green eyes blink up at me

"Meow"

"Oh my god it's adorable" I laugh. There's that chair. She's sitting again.

"What's it's name?"

"I don't know yet. Either Nicodemus or Amadeus. Something that sounds intelligent. I don't want him having some cutesy name that sounds like he's a kitten his entire life" I can hear the frown in her voice. This is important to her.

"How about Mr. Kitty Fantastico" I joke. She chuckles. It's cute. Like everything else she does.

"Buffy fan huh?" I hear the 'click' of another frame being taken.

"Willow fan" I correct.

"Figures. Willow is hot" she comments.

"But so young" I sigh. The kitten tilts his head and looks at me. He sits his little bottom on the floor and watches me watch him.

"She's 27"

I turn and stare at her in amazement "No shit?"

"No shit" she's holding the camera at breasts level. It's a Nikon. She's serious about her art.
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The kitten has rolled onto his back and is now pawing the air. He's got one eye shut like he's rubbing my head or something. Are cats that sophisticated?

"Skivvies off" she says this in a calm sure voice. I try to copy her. I began to pull them down. They just clear my ass when she demands that I....

"Stop"

The camera goes off three times, she's moved to three different angle's. She has yet to see the front of me.

"Ok all the way off" I pull them off, and on a whim I drape them from a fingertip. A few more 'clicks'.

"Hold that pose please" I hold. She sketches.

"You can drop them" I let go. They float to the floor like a feather. The kitten bats at them and I know I'm going home commando. Good thing I didn't wear the silk ones. She snaps several pictures of me staring down at the black furball. I notice but I don't care.

"Not so nervous anymore are you?" she asks. She already knows the answer. It is her art after all.
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"Will you do some frontal shots?" This is really a question, her first since "Model for me?"

"Yeah" I shrug and turn to face her. She's staring at my body, but she's not. I drop my head, my hair falls over my cheeks. I turn to the side and it sweeps my lips. She starts shooting. It's nothing like in the movies, where the photographer talks to you throughout. She's just silent and let's me move. In a sudden shy moment I cover my breasts and mound, turning my head so fast that my hair flies and covers my face.

"Your pretty good at this" It's a compliment. I nod. I feel a pressure against my lower leg. The kitten has braced his front paws on my leg and is massaging the tough little pads against me. I reach down and wriggle my fingers. He swipes at them and falls over. She keeps shooting. I reach down and scoop him up. He clutches for dear life. Good thing he's declawed. I bring him to my face and start the baby talk.

"Did you fall little man" I pucker up and blow a kiss at him. He bats for my nose. She giggles but keeps shooting. I play with him a while longer. She shoots off an on. She mostly watches. I set him down and run a gentle hand along his arching back. He rubs his body against my ankles, weaving between my legs. She snaps a rapid tattoo.

"Done"

I look up "Already?"

"I've taken three rolls, and tons of sketches" she smiles "You really didn't notice?"

"No"
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We I leave her studio, only a few couples remain.

"What were you doing in there" Kerry hugs me "It's been nearly four hours"

"Art" I shrug.

"Scrappy" Roz calls the young woman to her "Elise here says it's physically impossible for someone to hold their foot up behind their head"

Scrappy looks at Elise and smirks. But says nothing. She's mysteriously mute.

"Kerry says it's possible but only with amazing flexibility" Kim says rapidly quirking her brow.

"So what does have to do with me?" Scrappy says innocently. The look in her eyes says something else.

"Do the Scorpion" Roz says pointing to the space made from the rounded furniture. Scrappy moves to the middle and stretches her legs. First extending her right leg pointing all the way down to her toes. It's so graceful, and she does it with the ease of long practice. She repeats it with her left leg. Instead of placing her left leg back onto the floor she extends it behind her, bends her knee and reaches back grabbing her foot. Slowly without wobbling, she pulls on her foot unti it's directly behind her head just inches from her hair.

"Holy shit" Elisa mutters. Image blinks and makes an incoherent sound.Scrappy twists at the ankle and starts a slow turn. Everyone see's the hold from every angle. She had to be balancing for at least a minute. She gently brought her leg back down and settled on both feet.

"So that's where you met her" Kim shoots Roz a devilish smile.

"Actually" Roz sits forward as if she's sharing a dark secret "That's where I taught her first"

Wonder is etched across Kim's face "She's one of your girls?"

Roz nodded. Scrappy stood still watching Roz for further instruction.

"So what did you do to Abby?" Roz's change of subject throws everyone but Scrappy.

"Everything and nothing. More and less" Scrappy confuses the hell out of everyone. That's obvious.

"Ok" Roz stares her down "Dance for me?"

"How?" Scrappy's face remains nuetral, it's nearly expressionless.

"Pretty" Roz puts some attitude in her movements when she says this. Scrappy is suddenly a graceful flurry of movement. Ballet, jazz, and something else. I can't quite place it. But it's beautiful. Art. In it's human form.

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"So what did you do with Abby?" She asks again.

"Everything and Nothing. More and Less. Art and..." she trails off.

Roz's face lights up "What's the opposite of Art?"

Scrappy shrugs "Porn I guess"

The looks on everyones faces causes instant laughter. She's hiliarious.

"Ok. Go back to whatever you'd be doing. Don't let me bother you" Roz blows her a kiss. Scrappy mimes a catch, and walks off.

"I'll just raid her darkroom" Roz whispers.

"Stay the FUCK OUT OF MY DARK ROOM!" Scrappy screams as her studio door slams shut.

"Now that I didn't expect" I said to myself. Outloud unfortunately. Everyone just stared.
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It was nearing 3am when we started to leave. But I had one last question to ask.

"Why do you call her Scrappy?" I asked as Roz ushered a tired looking Image and Jenn out.

"Because she's got scraps of everything in her" Roz smiled and got a wistful look. "She's gotta scrap of kink, bitch, slut, Dom, you name it she's got it" Roz shrugs as if it's the easiest thing in
the world.

"Do you ever call her by her real name?" Kerry pulled on her coat, and handed me mine.

"Sometimes she's Scrappy, sometimes she's Lil'bit, or even Patches. I don't think she cares about her real name anymore" Roz flicks Kim off when she walks past and pinches her.

"Patches?" I asked. It sounded like something you named a teddybear.

"Yeah like a Patchwork Quilt. Little-" Roz handed Kerry a small white envelope.

"Scraps of everything "I finished for her "It fits" Just then Scrappy emerged from her studio.

"Hey Cam" I called. She turned. "Pleasure doin business with ya" I nodded at her. She smiled and waved. Kerry and I left.

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Present

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I'm still sitting here on the floor, staring at the images of me.

Me with the kitten.

Holding my panties.

Covering myself.

Most of them are here. Even some of the sketches.

"I see you've been snooping" Kerry's voice startles me.

"Oh sorry hun, just so bored" I shake my head "I didn't know you had these?"

"Roz gave me the information explaining how to obtain them" Kerry shrugged "They're you, they're beautiful. The kid is talented"

"Yes she is" I hold up a shadowed image "But this isn't me?"

Kerry blushes "It's me" she sounds sheepish.

"She asked to you model too?" I wonder why she didn't ask the same night she asked me too.

"No I asked her to do mine" Kerry blushes redder. She's almost the color of her hair. So beautiful.
I study the picture again. The image is sketched. Completely shadowed. You can see her breasts and the outlines of her mons and nipples, though nothing stands out. Her face is turned away and shadowed partially. Her hands rest on her belly, hiding nothing, exposing everything. But secreted in shadow.

"She said she couldn't photograph me. That I was too complex" Kerry sits behind me. Stretching out her bad leg.

"She sketched you so well. Who needs a photograph" I rub her extended leg. I know she's sore.
Her moan is soft and in thanks.

"I think it's beautiful" I say leaning back and kissing her cheek. She takes a photo out of the stack and studies it closely.

"This is my favorite. Your face, the expression. It's so innocent" Kerry traces the curve of my lips and brow in the photo. It's the one with the kitten batting my nose. One of the last frames she
took.

"It's art Kerry" I laugh.
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