Day 62
She was spiraling and found that losing her job had led to her becoming dependent on Dabi and Digit. Digit financially and Dabi physically.
Ali had just taken rent to the landlord and after that she headed straight toward Dabi's apartment. There was an adrenaline that ran through her veins whenever she saw his face. Her delight at seeing him, triggers his own just before he pulls her by her neck into a wet, and dear she say passionate, tongue filled kiss as he dragged her into the apartment.
Day 65
She was a mess and felt like she was becoming a chore for Dabi and Digit to deal with. But Dabi for sure didn't seem to mind. Was it passion or possession that kept bringing them back together?
The way his hands roamed her curves and went past all of her boundaries and how he opened himself up to her to explore all that his body had to offer. Taking turns in feral dominance that was dirty and mind altering for Ali. It had her wonder if it was one sided. If her inexperience is what drove her to feel so driven to Dabi.
Day 67
He helped her with her insecurities and at some point she had started to notice that she was helping the man with his as well. The full nudity didn't start at the beginning but gradually they had both started to linger fully naked and engage in pillow talk.
Pillow talk that was nothing and something all at the same time. From pointing out his white roots to the antics of his friends that she'd only met once that first night.
Day 70
Ali thought that she was going crazy till she heard from Digit that she was the only one that Dabi had been putting out for these days. It was noted that Digit's tone was one of annoyance. She was also curious on how Digit knew such a detail on Dabi's sex life.
She needed him around and after hearing from Digit that he was only sleeping with her she felt like Dabi needed her too. Those thoughts and opinions weren't spoken but she felt like she accidentally confessed it once.
They were at Dabi's apartment and were ignorant to the people in the living room. Oftentimes she made sure to leave before or after them so as not to have to interact with them.
Their bodies were in missionary and it wasn't their first round that evening. Fatigue was apparent on both of them. Her legs were still trembling after having the last squatting position she had while riding Dabi. Now they were wrapped around his waist holding his torso close to hers.
His arms trembled to keep him upright and his thrusted were much slower and softer than when they started. Sweat glazed over his body and made his staples shimmer. His eyes were locked with hers and never left.
"Purr for me Tiger." He breathed as he could feel her tightening and getting closer to the edge. It was a combination of his words, their eyes locked, and him moving his hand to cup her cheek that made her orgasim hit her hard.
Making her already trembling body even worse. Becoming a whimpering mess under him. A mess that Dabi watched with upturned lips just before he brought her lips to his and had his own release.
And then it was then when their eyes locked again. The slip up that her eyes spoke.
'I need you.'
She feared that the confession her eyes gave would have him flying. Only it didn't.
The hand that once cupped her cheek brushed her hair back and for the first time he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. As if to say:
'I need you too.'