49. Left for good

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"A replay of my birthday can't sound bad as of now." She says abruptly. It's around 9 p.m and everyone has left.

I flinch.

"What exactly?"

"Not everything entirely. We can skip to the part which involves less talking and---"

"Kellane you're high on those drugs they injected you. You're not yourself." I cut her off.

"It's been eight months Bally, eight freaking months since I felt alive. And by feeling alive you know what I mean. Unless you want to tell me that the four months I'm missing out on, I was ...well. tell me."

"Kellane." I swallow loudly. "If you knew better you should just..." My hands frantically run to my hair, pulling it. "It's a lot."

"Tell me. What is it? Or Maybe it is because I look like a skeleton right now...so I'm distasteful to you... or maybe it's because I've been gone for so long and you don't feel the same and the only thing you're feeling for me right now is empathy...other than that---"

"Damn it woman! You just woke up today but you're already running me wild. And let me put this straight into your head. You'll never be distasteful to me, you're still the most beautiful creature I've ever come across." I say rubbing her cheeks lightly. Her eyes glosses over. "Please don't cry, I just want you to heal and then we'll see about that." I wink at her.

"I want it now." She pouts inching closer to me.

"Kellane no." I say lowly.

"Well..." She grabs my already raging boner and now I'm conflicted between doing what's right or giving in to my needs. "Isn't my friend here happy to hear me?" She palms it through my slacks and I feel like I'm loosing it.

"Kellane stop!" This time I raise my voice slightly.

"No...you know you want it too." She crosses over her tiny hospital bed and straddles my lap.

"Please princess." It comes out barely audible. I don't even trust my voice anymore now.

She doesn't say a word. Instead she moves her face closer to mine and suddenly her mouth closes over mine. I'm reminded how soft her lips are again. She tastes like medicine but there's still a hint of her taste left and as her lips move slowly over mine, she unfurls her fingers in my thick curls. And when I fail to kiss her back she bites my lower lip unleashing the beast in me.

I draw her impossibly closer making her moan louder as I start kissing her back exerting more pressure. Her hands involuntary run all over my body as she wriggles her ass on my boner. She's kissing me fervently and I'm trying to keep up with the needy masochist in her. Suddenly she sneaks her hands under my slacks and she immediately hums in satisfaction. She runs her thumb over my head and I feel like I'm going to explode into a million shatters.

My hands are over her breasts and I must say that they have reduced in size. When I pull the tie on her back which binds her hospital rugs, it slides down on one side so I use both of my hands to push it off. My mouth finds her breasts and I take one nipple in as I tease the other breast. She lets out a loud moan pushing her breast into my mouth further.

"Keep it low, we are in the hospital remember." I warn her huskily and she just nods her head biting down her lip.

When I'm about to go down on my knees and eat her out like I've never did before, Chesca's image pops in my head and Kellane's image when she found me banging her. The broken image on her face that day corrupts my mind completely and I stand up immediately, plucking her hands off me.

She looks astonished at first and the look on her face is quickly replaced by an angry look.

"Why did you stop? Am I---"

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