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Noe insists that he is fine, that he barely feels the sensations of pain, but, as desperately as I seek to believe those words, I can't compel my mind to. Now, now he is sat on the bed, and I, leaning against the door frame, with folded arms.
He stares into void emptiness, upper body nude, and back straight as a rod, with palms clutching the edge of the bed. He's been mute ever since we got back, and the silence he's graciously offering, petrifies me.
"Noe, I'll go prepare us something to eat. It's only some minutes to midnight. What would you like to eat?"
"I am famished in all honesty. Fried fish and vegetables will do. I'll go wash up."
Even as he speaks, his eyes never look up to meet mine.
"Noe, are you genuinely feeling okay? Will you be able to shower without struggling, or should I assist you?"
As the words tumble down my tongue, his gaze finally lifts.
"I will manage, I promise. Come," is his only response, stretching an arm in my direction.
I walk up to him, stand between his spread out thighs, while his arms snake my waist, forehead pressing against my abdomen.
The room falls deathly quiet, with my fingers combing through his locks.
"Let me go prepare you that meal, Noe. Wash up as you've said, and if you find it difficult to cleanse yourself, call out to me, yes?"
He nods his response, taking my palm in his, pressing one chaste kiss against my knuckles, before rising on his feet entirely.
I exit the room, grant him the solitude he needs, and make my way into the kitchen. I get down to business, tying my curly tendrils into a bun, then chopping and dicing, seasoning and frying, with aromas blending and mixing, until finally, the tantalizing meal is served.
Resting each platter of food on a tray, I make my way back to the room, just as Noe is exiting the bathroom, in nothing but a towel clinging to his thin waist. I shut doors, rest the tray against the bedside table, sit myself on the softness of the mattress, taking precious time eyeing him. The threads used in stitching, dissolve in less than twenty four hours, said Tokyo, and with her being the professional, I opt to cast any doubts aside.
"Need any assistance dressing?"
"Thank you for the consideration, but I'll manage. The food's scent is driving me nuts."
Just those simple words, make my lips curve into a smile.
"I'll go freshen up, enjoy your dinner."
It takes me long minutes to cleanse myself, brush my teeth, slap on a t-shirt, and braid my hair, but I finally wind up with the night routine, making my way past the bathroom doors.
Noe, on the other hand, seems to be having trouble applying the healing gel on the flesh on his back.
"Let me help you with that, Noe. You will pop a couple of stitches," I offer, mounting the bed, and moving to kneel in the space between his back, and the headboard.
He keeps shut, just hands over the ointment, and I push strands of wet hair over his shoulders, gelling the scared skin, all the while maintaining the comfortable quietness.
"Tallulah, can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead, Noe."
"Do you ever plan on going back to the labs, destroying those people permanently?"
The question makes me halt right in my movements, and for a second, I consider being honest with him. What is the point in being deceitful?
"I do, I will, I have to. I will finish what they started, all of it. Then, I'll return to you."
I lean into him, press a soft kiss against his right shoulder, resuming from where I left off.
His long minutes of silence make my heart palpitations rapidly heighten, but I choose to say nothing.
"I love you, Tallulah. I am not sure when or how the feeling bloomed, but I love you, and I need you to remember that."
I don't recall words ever making me grow emotional, but his words just did, they cause my eyes to sting, to temporarily blind with tears, and I press my forehead fondly against the back of his head, slithering arms around his shoulders cautiously.
If my words won't reveal the gravity of what I feel for this man, then my actions should.
I rest the ointment on the bedside table, moving to kneel between his spread thighs, capturing his lips in my own in a passionate kiss. I press light, feathery kisses on his cheek, down his neck, all the way to his chest, and lower.
"Tallulah, what are you..."
"Let me...please..."
Gradually, he relaxes under my touch, and I take the opportunity to reach for his waistbands, helping him discard the sweats.
I wrap fingers around his stiff rod, feeling the tip with my thumb, and the action, earns me a low, throaty groan. I lean in, flick his head with my tongue, whilst gliding a palm up and down his length.
"Tallu...Tallulah, you don't have to..."
"I know. I choose to."
I push his thickness past my lips, swirling tounge around his sensitive tip, then bobbing my head in slow, calculated motions.
His groans and growls, the erotic sounds that vibrate from his throat, only serve as an insentive, so I heighten my pace, all the while toying with his balls. The man shudders, grunts, tenses, and I pull back, gazing up at him. His eyes snap open, hazy and hooded with desire, making my heart swell with pleasure. His eyes beg, plead for me to keep on, but his lips remain pursed.
And so, reaching for the hem of my t-shirt, I toss it to the side, drawing closer to him. Yes, the sound of my heart thrumming is prominent in my ears, the veins on my temples are pulsing, because, truth be told, I have never made love to a man. But, I've had my fair share of romance novels, and so, what I read, I shall implement.
"Tallulah, are you sure about this?" He questions, looking me dead in the eye, our fingers intertwined.
"I am, I promise."
I rest my forehead against his, rest palms against his chest, lift myself off the bed, then lower my pelvis, letting him sink into me. A new kind of pain engulfs me, and I have to bite my lips to keep from gasping.
"Tallulah, forgive me...I am hurting you," he strains to voice, holding me by the waist, before proceeding to kiss the flesh on neck.
"It's okay, I'm okay."
The hurt simmers down gradually, an esctasic feeling effectively taking its place. I gyrate hips, lifting and lowering my body, with my head thrown back, ravishing every second of our intimacy.
His lips claim the pebble of my right bossom, swirling his tongue around the hard mound, while fondling with the other breast. I press my mouth to his neck, marking, memorizing, feeling, devouring, the urgency to reach my peeks, taking over. Then abruptly, and despite his bruised back, he flips us over, pounds hard, drills into me, hammers deeply, until the only sane thing left for me to do, is call out his name.
With his face buried into the crook of my neck, he thrusts, pumps, repetitively hitting one particular spot, and I have to battle to keep from wrapping legs around him. With one final moan, calling out to him, the euphoria sweeps me off my feet, and my eyes roll to the very back of my head.
He groans into my neck, tenses momentarily, and just like that, his hot seed shoots into me. Seconds fleet bye, but his hold around my abdomen never falters, neither does he draw his face from the crook of my neck. He simply pulls out of me, remains immobile, remains silent. I tenderly massage his scalp, as his now shallow, even breathes fan my skin.
"I love you, Noe. More than you'll ever fathom."
The words make him look up at me, small smile tagging on his lips, bringing a smile on my face as well.
"I love you too, Tallulah. More than anything else in this world..."
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Science Fiction'They raised her to be void of human emotion, he made her feel them...' The year is 3000 and technology on planet earth has immensely advanced. After the successful creation of robotic and test tube babies, scientists have teamed up to manufacture t...
