Linger

Unstopabbles

Satisfied to see Irina gulp alcohol until she almost lost consciousness, Taruna moved from her place. He walked over to Irina's side, pulling the woman's drooping head slowly on the bar table before carrying her slender body into a sling.

Raga who was still faithful guarding from behind the bar table ran out of place, swiftly helping Taruna bring some of Irina's belongings and then tailed the Taruna who had gone first.

Midshipmen have a bit of trouble to split the sea of humans who are still full of energy even though the night is over. At half-three in the morning, but strangely these drunken men were not yet exhausted and reluctant to stop filling the room. Luckily Raga was always quick to help him open the way until they reached the exit.

"Here you go, you have to keep it at the bar." Said Taruna after Raga opened the door.

But Raga shook her head. The man insisted on driving him to the car, so the cadets no longer protested. Because the most important thing now was that he had to bring Irina home before morning and their existence would attract more attention.

Arriving at the car, Raga moved deftly to open the door, helping the Midshipman to arrange the passenger seat so that Irina could half lie down comfortably. Then Taruna lowered Irina's body and immediately paired the seatbelt.

"Thanks. Tips for you later I transfer." Said the Midshipman after closing the door.

"No need. I'm doing this pure because lo and Irina have helped me a lot." Raga ended her speech with a sincere smile.

"Gue doesn't like to feel indebted."

"It's not debt, man. But symbiosis mutualism. We need each other, right?" After saying so, Raga landed a pat on Taruna's shoulder. Making the older one glance at his shoulder that suddenly felt lighter than before.

"Be careful, don't speed. If there's anything or you need my help, call. You can count on me, brother." Then Raga passed from there.

Long enough the Taruna was silent on the spot, looking at the broad back of Raga who was getting further away from the reach of his eyes. Even Taruna was still unable to draw her gaze until Raga's body completely disappeared behind the door.

Then one shiver on the phone in a pants pocket managed to attract the attention of the Midshipman. With a quick gesture he took the phone out of his pants pocket to check the message that had just entered there.

Done.

Only one of those words was printed on his phone screen and sent from an unknown number. The cadets decided not to reply to the message and immediately walked towards the driver's side. After throwing the phone to the dashboard and installing a seatbelt, Taruna also drove her car splitting the empty early morning streets.

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With a slow movement, Taruna laid Irina's body on the bed wrapped in old gray sheets. Her hands then moved down, removing the bright red high heels from Irina's feet while shaking her head slowly when she realized that the color of these shoes did not match at all with the deep black dress that Irina was wearing. Though usually, Irina is most bothered about matching the outfit worn. But tonight, perhaps because her heart had been crushed, the woman did not care much about her appearance.

Finished with the shoe business, Taruna switched to pulling a thick blanket of color in line with the sheets with the intention to cover Irina's body. But when the blanket just reached the limit of the stomach, Taruna was made to jerk when Irina suddenly blocked her hand.

Taruna raised her face, making her eyes meet with Irina's eyes which now looked cute and slightly reddened. There was a clear fog that enveloped Irina's eyes, only to wait for time until the clear fog was shed into tears.

"Lo needs something?" ask Taruna with a super soft and soft voice.

"I need you."

The cadets were completely at a loss for words. Time seemed to stop spinning as Irina's soft hand moved clasping her hand tightly. Then as the woman pulled him and made him bow so that their faces were within a close enough distance, Taruna held her breath. The smell of alcohol coming out from the side of Irina's slightly open lips did not bother her at all. What is disturbing for Taruna is precisely the thick red lips belonging to the woman who seemed to be waving to him, inviting him to come touch.

The cadet shook her head slowly as dirty thoughts began to fill her head. He may not be a nice guy and this is not the first time he has been in a situation that has trapped him with a drunk woman. But because of this Irina, Taruna simply could not allow those dirty thoughts to overwhelm her.

So before his mind grew wild, Taruna moved to keep her face away from Irina. He intended to get up, but Irina pulled him back so that now the distance between them became closer than before.

For a moment the Taruna thought that Irina was hallucinating. The alcohol that the woman was in the throat may have completely robbed her of consciousness so that now what appeared before Irina's eyes was Gavin, not her. It made sense because all this time Irina had never behaved like this to her. No matter how much he tried. No matter the fact that she was the one who had always been on the side of that woman in every bad phase of her life. In Irina's eyes, there was always only Gavin, not Taruna.

But that thought completely disappeared as Irina reopened her mouth. With a hoarse voice, Irina said. "I need you, Na." Which makes the defense of the Cadets collapse instantly.

Now, he could no longer hold back. Especially as Irina continued to stare at him fixedly with a pair of eyes that increasingly looked foggy and lonely, Taruna completely put away the logic inside her head. With a slow motion, he landed a kiss on Irina's lips. A few seconds their lips meet and the Taruna is still reluctant to withdraw. Intentionally wanted to see Irina's reaction. If this woman shows a gesture rejecting her touch, then the cadets will immediately stop. He will not continue whatever is now in his head.

And when Irina did not try to push her body, Taruna took it as a sign that she was allowed to act further.

So with a very slow movement and not at all demanding, Taruna began to clench Irina's lips. Sip sweet taste that all this time he can only damba in the head so patiently. Treating Irina's lips very gently as if she didn't want to hurt this woman at all.

Time continued to roll, along with the wet crack both of which became more and more and the hands of the Cadets who began to move to the back of Irina's body, gently stroked the smooth back of the supermodel to channel the feeling that he had only kept alone.

Fuck you tomorrow. Tonight, Taruna just wants to have Irina for herself.