#just yeah....

It was late and peacefull nighttime. The only who accomponied the person on the balcony, sitting in this silence, were shiny stars which reminded the brightest diamants on the sky. Noone else. Just she, the cigarette between her beautiful fingers and stars.

Yesterday was the day when III was supposed to return from their tour. You always meet up in the first day as he arrived. It was your tradition. So today confusion was all over her as she didn't get a call.

Intoxicating smoke filled her lungs from the bottom to the top, calming nerves with each inhaling. Suddenly, the call interrupted circulating thoughts. His name was on the screen.

'III ! How are you ? You---' the woman was interrupted by sob. 'III ?'

'Darling, can you come to me ? I'm at home' because of the sobs his accent was thicker then usual and more difficult to understand.

'Come to you ? Yeah, of course. You alright ?'

'Yeah, just be careful'

As fast as could, she came to him. The man was on the floor in the bedroom, crying.

'III, ' the woman came closer, kneeling in front of him. 'What happened ?'

'Nothing....I-I...shit. I'm just so tired. I'm tired of all of it.'

She cupped III's cheeks after removeing his hair from the face. His crystal tears, almost falling down from his pale face, were swiped off by her thumbs. The soft smile was on her face.

'Darling, it's okay.' She whispered and pulled man's body in her's own. 'I'm hear.'

He locked her in his hugs tightly and hid his face in her neck. Her scent filled his nose.

'You smoked...' he chuckled

'Yeah.'

'You said the you're gonna quite smokeing..'

'Whatever.'

He chuckled again and pulled her even tightly, enjoying the silence and her presence, while she played with his red hair.

'God, man....you really need conditioner'

'Honey....shut up...please.'

'Can I...can I do two braids? I'll try to be gentle.'

The minute of silence and he nodded. With a big smile, she changed their position, sitting on the edge of bed and gently as possible, started to part his hair. The process wasn't as pleasent as they would like, but the result was worth it. Each of braids were really accurate carefully made.

'You're such babygirl, III' woman bent to the side and looked at the man.

'Yeah, darling, I am' he smiled and looked at her.

His eyes looked at every inches of her face, trying to remember every detailes. Not to miss anything. At the end he stopped on her lips.

He placed his big hand on the back of her neck slightly tighting the grip and closeing the distance between them as in the end to taste her lips and the taste of tobaccoo with a notes of coffee on them. He frowned his brows, but continued to kiss her passionately.

III stood up and crawled to her on his knees not abrupting kiss even for a second. At the end, he looked at her beneath him. She was breathing hardly, trying to fill her lungs with air, hair was all over his pillows and legs seperated, allowing him to place himself comefortably and close to her own body.

Slowly, each of their clothes were throwen away somewhere on the floor of his bedroom untill they were just in their underwears. They looked in each others eyes, smiling. Suddenly, she griped his two braids and pulled back, opening his neck for her. A load moan filled the space of the room. His hands placed on her thigs, gripping them almost painfully.

She started to kiss gently his skin. Not after long, woman found his weak spot and sank her teeth in his flesh. Another moan went out from his throat.

'God....you just' he said and tried to find some frictions.

The smile rosed on her face.

'III, ' she took his braids, makeing him to look in her eyes. 'It's just the beginning and you already so needy, yeah ?'.