I - New End: Danielle ✔️

Part 29 - Do you trust me

* Mature Content *

Ben/Two small arms grab me into a tight hug, as soon as I reach Danniis apartment. I don't even have to knock, Jackie practically jumps into my arms. I feel her arms clenched around my shoulders. Although I feel a primitive urge to be with Dannii, I give my sister the time she needs to share her pain with me. I can't imagine how she feels. Losing a brother hurts. Losing a twin, she must be going through hell right now.

"I'm sorry I really needed to feel a tight hug right now." She apologizes when she lets go. "He's gone Ben, it's just us now."

"I know. It seems so surreal." She's right we are the only two adults left of our family.

"Listen, Ben." She sighs as she walks in. "Dannii..."

"What's wrong, how is she?" My heart starts to race as Jackie immediately goes in to the Dannii talk.

This can't be good.

"Dannii hasn't eaten all week. She just lays in bed all day. Refusing to talk to anyone." I clench my teeth. "We practically had to sedate her to get the dress off."

"The dress?" What is she talking about.

"We were at the wedding shop when I got the call. She was getting her wedding dress fitted."

What the fuck, how messed up is this?

"Please, Don't get your hopes up!" Jackie lays her hand on my shoulder, before she hands me a plate with a sandwich and a Coca Cola. Then points me to Danniis room. "Dannii's in there. I'll leave you two alone for a while, I need some air."

Inside the room, it's dark and musty. I give my eyes a second to readjust to the dim lighting that falls from the cracks through the heavy curtains. This surely isn't the bright love shack from a few weeks ago. I faintly smile at the thought of making love to her in this bed.

"Danielle?" I whisper at her dark outline on the bed. But she turns her body away without hesitating.

My lungs reject the air in the room as she denies me.

It's fine, she doesn't want anyone to be here. I try to remember Jackie words.

Without thinking I crawl into bed next to her. I don't touch her though. She needs me to keep the distance.

After a while she turns around and grabs me by the waist. Laying her head on my shoulder, she starts to cry. No words only a stream of tears running down her face, soaking my sweater. I try to comfort her by caressing her back.

When she's done crying, I break the silence.

"You need to eat something, Danielle!" She nods against my chest.

I grab the sandwich that Jackie handed me before and give it to Dannii. Two little bites is all I get, but I can't be more thrilled. This is progress.

She washes the food down with a few sips of Coke and lays back down.

"It hurts, Ben." A knife goes right through my heart.

Ben? Dannii no, call me Benjamin!

"It so ... fucking ... hurts. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye. I should be the one, he did nothing wrong. I cheated! He was always good to me. I should be the one who died!"

What?

"This has nothing to do with us! It was an accident!" I try to get her to think straight again. She needs to get out of this negative spiral. Take a shower, go for a walk, get some fresh air, a new perspective.

"Do you trust me?" I ask, running my hand down her hair.

She nods.

I raise myself out of bed and pick her up from her cradling position. No resistance is formed as I carry her to the bathroom down the hall. Her arms wrapped around my neck, afraid to let go, remind me of the first day we've met ten years ago. Stepping into the light my surprise is eminent when I notice she's wearing the T-shirt I left for her to claim.

The water starts to gush down as I pull the handle. Warm soothing drops flow down my face as I step into the shower with her still in place. Sliding down the wall, I bend down to sit in the middle of the shower. Letting the water stream down on us. My clothes, her T-shirt, getting wetter by the minute. Her body feels heavy on my bruised abdomen, but I don't care. She needs to wash all of this negativity off. And she can't do it alone.

She starts to cry again, laying her face in the curve of my neck.

"It hurts, Ben."

Ben ... Stop saying Ben, please. That hurts as well!

"Make it stop!" Her face starts to move upwards. Lips trace my jawline. I flinch as she accidentally touches my injured chin with her fragile hands, wanting to bring me closer.

I can't do this can I? Cole isn't even buried yet.

"Please Benjamin!" Two bloodshot eyes beg me to ease her pain.

The urge over grows the reason, as soon as I hear her say, Benjamin. All my fuses pop, the moment I close in on her moist skin. Her wet lips meeting me in the middle. When they touch, I start to feel normal again. My battery recharges as it's been empty for a while now. The splatter of het water drops seem to spark the electrifying jolts going through my body. Its a sick thought, that my brother had to die so I could finally feel alive again.

She moves to straddle me, hair sticking to her face as the water is running down. Her T-shirt is already clenched against her body. The white fabric turning see through, her pink nipples peaking out, beging me to touch them.

Our breathing gets heavier as the kisses get more intense. I feel her small hands trailing underneath my sweater, pulling at the hem.
Once again to much clothes, why do I even bother with her. I should be nakend like all the time, so she has access when ever she wants me. We disconnect for a second, but return for touch down as soon as the obstacle is removed.

"Danielle..." I run my hands through her wet hair, down her spine to rest on her ass. Her soft tongue is tainted by the salty taste of her tears.

She fiddles with the buttons of my pants, before quickly tugging my pants down a bit.

Her eyes widen as she registers the size of my full grown comforter.

"Please, let me in." I whisper against her mouth, while lifting her onto me. My words holding a lot more to them than I let on. I easily slide in with the seeping water, as she bites my bottom lip. A sensational feeling hits me in the stomach as I thrust inside her, again and again. My fingers digging their way into her neck, holding her in place. A growl is inevitable as my primitive side takes over.

"Tell me you love me!" She demands.

Oh, fuck! Yes, I do. I fucking love you!

"I love you!" I say a little less eagerly than I did in my mind, my eyes locking onto hers. I would rip my chest open, so I could give my heart to her. With those honest words, I let all of me flow into HER.

"Benjamin" She hisses. "Thank you!" She whispers as her body falls on top of mine in ecstasy.

A small piece of me hoped she would finally be ready to say it back. But who am I kidding, she's still in love with my deceased brother. This is just 'make me forget' sex.

I love the way he is so caring. 💗

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