The Adventures Of N & Uzi [Season 3]

Till I Collapse

N and Uzi had always had a unique dynamic. Their relationship was built on mutual respect, understanding, and a shared dark sense of humor. Uzi was typically brash and abrasive, a stark contrast to N’s more easygoing and gentle demeanor. Yet, in the safety of their home, away from the chaos of the outside world, they found a rhythm that worked for them.

Lately, though, N had noticed a shift in Uzi's behavior. It started subtly—a lingering touch here, a soft smile there. Uzi, who usually preferred her personal space, had been inching closer to N at every opportunity. At first, N was delighted by the change. He loved any chance to cuddle with his wife, her usual prickliness melting away in their private moments.

"Hey, N," Uzi called one evening as she lounged on the couch. "Come here."

N, busy with his usual tinkering on his canvas, having taken up painting, looked up and smiled. "Sure thing, 'Zi," he replied, setting aside his tools.

As he joined her on the couch, Uzi snuggled up against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "This is nice," she murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm.

N felt his core swell with affection. "Yeah, it is," he agreed, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer. Moments like these were rare, and he cherished every second.

The next day, Uzi was even more affectionate. She sought out N’s company at every turn, her usual sharp edges softened by an unexpected tenderness. During breakfast, she reached across the table to hold his hand. While at the canvas, she hovered close, always finding excuses to touch him.

"N, can you help me with this?" she asked, pointing to a simple task she could easily handle herself.

"Of course," N said, masking his curiosity with a smile. He loved helping her, and if she needed him, he was happy to oblige.

Over the next few weeks, Uzi's neediness continued to escalate. She clung to N like never before, seeking constant reassurance and physical contact. At night, she wrapped herself around him, her grip almost possessive. N found himself waking up several times, tangled in her embrace, but he didn't mind. If Uzi needed him, he was there.

"N, do you love me?" Uzi asked one night, her voice barely above a whisper.

N smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "More than anything," he replied without hesitation.

Uzi's optics shimmered with emotion as she leaned in to kiss him. What started as a gentle peck quickly turned into something more. N responded eagerly, his heart racing as Uzi's touch became more insistent.

Their intimate moments grew increasingly frequent and intense. Uzi's usual reluctance gave way to a fervent passion that both excited and exhausted N. He reveled in their closeness, willing to push through the fatigue if it meant making Uzi happy.

One evening, after an especially passionate encounter, N lay in bed, struggling to recalibrate his venting. Uzi curled up beside him, a satisfied smile on her faceplate. "That was amazing," she whispered, her fingers tracing circles on his chest.

N smiled weakly, his body aching with a pleasant exhaustion. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, though he could feel the toll it was taking on him.

They went four more rounds that night, all at Uzi's suggestion.

As days turned into weeks, the physical and emotional demands began to wear on N. He noticed exhaustion emotes forming on his visor, and his limbs felt heavier with each passing day. Still, he pushed through, driven by his love for Uzi and his desire to see her happy.

Uzi’s behavior grew more erratic. She clung to N during the day and demanded his attention at night. N found himself struggling to keep up with her insatiable need for affection and intimacy.