Part four.

It wasn't untrue that she was still moving through the stages of grief while dealing with him and all of what had been thrown her way. It wasn't easy. Not in the slightest.

The next few seconds were filled with thick silence as the wind appeared to have increased its pace. Leaving chilliness in its wake. While he was already filled with a troubled expression and experience, it was getting harder to rationalize. "I've always wanted the best for you, little one. But not like this. Never like this."

He was mumbling incoherently to himself when he heard his name being called again.

Confused and irritated, he blinked twice.

"Uzair?"

There it was again that sound. He blinked, tilting his head to look at the intruder, playing with the burning stick between his two long, lean fingers.

"What happened?"

"What are you doing here?"

Both had questioned the other at the same time.

"I am in no need of a blow job right now. You can leave."

His tone sounded so cold. So unforgiving.

"I-I am.."

"You should better leave," he was barely able to utter in a clear voice. "I don't need your assistance."

Her face turned red at his blurt reply. Feeling repulsed, she dismissed his words before moving forward to remove the empty alcohol bottle and almost-filled ashtray from beside him.

"I told you to leave," a rough touch on her wrist bothered her. She tried looking into his eyes to grasp any gap to support her point. "I came here to check on you, Uzair."

"I am alive. Am I not?" his tone sounded heavy with all the emotional lumps he could feel in his throat, which in return, scared her. His behaviour with her. "So, leave."

"Just let me check-"

"Did I ask you to?"

"No."

"Then stay the fuck away!"

"You can hurt yourself or either cause physical pain to yourself in this state."

"I am not some boy. I know how to take care of me," he replied sharply, making sure to grip her wrist a little bit tighter to get her away from him.

Stepping closer, she bent down to whisper, "hurt me all you want," his furious eyes watched her as she took her wrist away from his hold, uninjured. Along with the empty bottle of alcohol, "I am not going anywhere until I make sure you are okay."

"I am very much fine."

"Tell yourself that." Walking backwards, she took the remaining scattered empty bottle and other junk to throw them in the dump.

"I told you to-"

"Because I know you are not. I will stay the night," she cut him, taking a u-turn in his way before cupping his stubbled cheek with her warmth-radiating palm.

He stayed silent. Thinking of something. Or maybe, he was thinking of someone who wasn't the one who was standing before him.

"I don't mean any harm," she managed to whisper in his barely awake stare. "Please," he was having trouble breathing, "let me help you."

"No!"

A moment of odd silence lasted between them before leaning further closer towards his face, she kissed him, grazing his cheeks through her soft warm fingers. "Please let me take care of you for once. I know you don't need anyone. I am just here to take care of you, I promise. Nothing else."

He was too intoxicated to answer back.

Taking his pause as his way of agreeing with her, she took his silence to her advantage. Smiling so fluently, she took one of his large palms which didn't have the cigarette and placed them on her ample protruding chest. Squeezing them through his fingers, she let out soft noises from the back of her throat between the kisses while she kept smooching all over his fair visage.

The pleasure was enough to light up the lust ignited in her. Putting his thumb in her mouth, she wetted it before slowly making its place to stroke her covered tit, feeling it getting aroused at the pleasure that she made herself put on it, she gave out a soft moan in the kiss.

"No...no...you aren't her. Don't touch me.."

The images were getting blurry for him to see and the alcohol made him too slow to react to any of the administrations she was pulling in him.

"Ssh.." kissing the corner of his lips, she cooed. "Don't think too much of it. Just let me take care of you, okay?" Without giving the time to reply, she captured his lips in hers, devouring them to her heart's content, slowly letting her hands fall on his space between the buckle of his pants.

Gripping her wrists harder than before, he uttered with his eyes tightly closed. "No!"

Persuading his mouth to open, she lured him in towards something that she knew he wouldn't be able to say no to. Tits. The favourite part of every male.

"Ssh..just feel." She held him closer. "I have got you. With you, by your side, I am here. Only for you" Her words dug deeper into what she felt in her sentiment. Unsure of how to make him believe what she felt inside, she put all her efforts into loving him. Or rather putting all her efforts into making love to him. By equally showing him how much he meant to her.

"No," amidst her ministrations, he said, finally, "no." His eyes were something akin to fear she could have sworn to have never seen before on him. There was a declaration of desperation, and seriousness, and most of them conflict between his expression and eyes.

Tracing the line of his jaws, she trailed wet kisses on the length of his neck. "I love you. I always have," stopping to look at him, she narrated. "You don't need to say anything. I have got you." Her lips remained to fondle his face. "I don't need your answer right now. Just let me show you how much I love you." Her wet lips hovered over his, shivering slightly with the pleasure and contentment of finally having him the way she always wanted. "Let me just make you feel better."

Watching him look so innocently at her made her eyes burn with tears. If only he could love her the same way as she did him. Or if only her love towards him did not mean so much to her as it did, she would not do what she was about to. She knew what she was about to do was immoral on so many levels. But if it was true, why did it feel like the right thing to do? Her body buzzed with the euphoria involved in gaining him. With her racing heart, she leaned in towards his laid figure, prying the almost burnt cigarette from between his fingers, she tore it away before dousing it in the empty ashtray, straddling him.

It was the last stroke of the object which needed to be removed from between the two of them to become one. To finally become one.

And finally, it happened. The moment she had been waiting for. Straddling his hips completely, she stared at him with her large green gems, decreasing the space between them, she deftly took his lips into her mouth before moving her lower body on his to create friction..

For the whole night, the darkness turned bleaker, witnessing the vigorous actions of the two young beings under the full night of the moon which was nothing but brutal with a tint of savagery in their lovemaking moments. It was as if they were trying to claim the other with their disparaging vision of the other person. It was as if the other person was trying to totally consume the other person in their own way by fornicating.

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