caring isn't for everyone | z.k •PRETTYMUCH AU•

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She watched him closely as he walked away, leaving her on the couch alone to gather her thoughts. It was tempting to go after him to prove her point, instead she chose to sit there for a moment.

Since she was here there was no point of leaving again, she cared way too much to pull a stunt like that again. So she didn't want to push it.

Amari sat up and grabbed her bags, following behind him to their shared bed room throwing it somewhere in one of the corners of the room. She watched as he tiredly, plopped into bed, pushing the suspicious lotion bottle from the edge to keep it from falling.

"Zion."

"Yes?" He answered, almost as if he were a bit annoyed.

She paused, pushing her hair back. "Did you even really want me home?"

He nodded.

"Then kiss me," She demanded. The distance between the two lessened for a moment as Amari had taken herself and got up on the bed with him, getting inches away from his lips.

"What if I don't feel like I should?"

"But why do you feel that way?!" The volume was cranked up a bit.

He rolled his eyes. "I know you aren't dumb, baby. You know exactly why."

"You're pissing me off," She pushes him in his chest, not fazing him. "You're playing with me like I didn't know what I did, and like I did it on purpose."

Amari was on the verge of tears. A little bit of reassurance from Zion would really help at the moment. All he was doing right now was trying to decide whether he should show his frustration through bending her over or holding her tonight.

He wiped her tears away, before it had gotten worse. Her expression was hopeful suddenly, his touch feeling right. Even if it was just a thumb on her cheek. This leverage was then used to give her a slow, sweet kiss upon her lips. Her eyes screwed shut as she furthered the kiss, taking both her hands and placing it on the side of his face.

She was the one who broke the kiss. Their foreheads rest together. "Z. I don't know how much I need to prove that I would never do something like that to you on purpose.

"Amari—"

"No shut up. Listen to me. I don't think you get it," She leans back, disconnecting them. "Lay down."

"What?"

"Nigga lay down!" She raises her voice again before he actually obeyed the command.

It was quite weird. Her eyes still wet from her tears, she dragged her hand underneath her eyes making sure they wouldn't threaten to fall again. Now that she was frustrated, this was her way of resolving it.

He laid on his back, comfortably in the center of their bed. He was still very shirtless, his stomach rising up and down slowly to the rhythm of his breathing. In relaxation, his hands rested behind his head, showing his "613" tattoo on his inner arm clearly . Lastly his shorts, only shorts on his bottom half. Nothing but that—nothing underneath.

She could see. She got on top again at a second attempt. Bending over to his face, she seemed to go for a kiss to which he fell for. She inched slowly down his body, leaving kisses down his abdomen, straight down the middle.

Stopping by his crotch, she kissed him through the shorts as well. She reach for his shorts, pulling them down only for his member to nearly slap her in the face. He was hard, and clearly has been for a minute. Stiff as a rock. He grunted as the cold air in the room hit it.

Zion looked downward at Amari, who'd already begun to to take him into her mouth. They made eye contact for a moment before he through his head back, letting out such a vulnerable moan, not even he'd ever heard himself make that sound.

"Amari." His breath was shaking. "You didn't need to do this,"

She ignored his clear suggestion to discontinue. Her head bobbed up and down as her lips were tight around him, her tongue doing light work. As it went on she took him further into his mouth, getting the tip to hit the back of her throat. He let out a series of profanities as abs tightened, his eyes closed and his lips parted. He tugged on her hair instinctively.

She never done this for him, and they had actually had an agreement that she wouldn't because it was just something he seemed woman should be doing for the man.

Remember, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Yet, in this very moment he didn't give fuck about whatever agreement they'd just made and neither did Mari. In any way she could she wanted to prove she'd only wanted him. This seemed like the last resort, but she wasn't even hating it.

Her mouth made a popping sound as she gave her mouth a break and began stroking him at a similar paste. She looked at him again, his eyes still closed. Amari made her tongue kitty lip his tip which caused him to shutter.

"I'm trying to show that I love you. Is this enough, Z?" She asked, watching his hips buck up at her hand movements.

He didn't quite give an answer, he just groaned.

"Answer me." She leans back down to take him in her mouth again, this time picking up the speed.

"Yes," He grunted, his hips bucking again hitting the back of her throat a few times, causing her to be still for a moment.

Placing her hands on his thighs she made an attempt to deep throat, which surprising to her was a success. She continued to that until she felt his warm liquid pumping into her mouth.

"Oh shit." He muttered, letting go.

She took her mouth off, and continued to stroke him as she asked him again.

"Baby is this enough?"

With heavy breaths he responded. "Yes, you can stop stroking me now."

"No," She shook her head.

"No?" His eyebrows furrowed together tiredly.

"I still don't think you get it."

"I get it," His breath began to quicken, not able to move from underneath her hand. "I get it."

"Do you, Z?"

He nodded, beginning to sweat just a tad bit. "Please."

She stopped, gazing upon him a bit satisfied. Maybe even more than he ought to be after all of that.

"You have no reason to hold a grudge against me anymore. I think I've made my point clear." She stood from the bed, exiting the room leaving Zion in all his glory, ass naked on his bed. "I'm going to go get some fresh air.

Still there was a bug in his mind telling him to keep on with this stubborn attitude but the rest of him couldn't do it. Not even cause of this but because of who she is. All the love he had for the girl could overpower his doubt.

He felt like he didn't have a choice but to forgive her.

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