Always Together

Always Together. 5

"Ugh fine. You don't love me anymore." Natasha said in a hurt tone and turned around, her back facing him. She was a bit dramatic like that.

Daniel smiled looking at her. He was used to her tactics by now. But he liked to indulge her like he didn't know that it was one of her tricks.

He bent down and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaving his half weight on her and she struggled in his hold and he hummed, amused by her trashing around.

"Baby listen to me please." He seductively whispered and placed a wet kiss on her cheek. She stilled a bit but was still squirming so he neatly arranged himself behind her not leaving his hold on her and peppered kisses along her neck. She moaned leaning into his touch.

"Daniel..." She moaned arching her back and pressed against his groin. He grumbled as her back came into contact with his c**k which was already hardening by having her so close to him. She was grinding against him as a form of revenge for kissing her. He placed a open mouthed kiss on her neck last time and held her for a while. He didn't want to leave but it was a important meeting.

"How about we go to that fancy place tonight? The one with your favourite gelato?" He bribed as she turned to look at him. She chewed on her lip and he closed his eyes. Jesus he was really lucky to have her.

"But you don't like their steak." Natasha pouted knowing very well how Daniel gets grumpy if his steak is not as his taste. She had to hear him whine the entire way home and it was not cute. She almost regretted going to that place if it wasn't for that delicious gelato.

" But I love you." He said giving her a dimpled smile. She giggled and slapped his arm.

"You're such a sap." She mumbled pressing her lips against his. He groaned opening his mouth and swallowing her lips. He teasingly bit her lip just the way she likes, gentle and bity. She opened her mouth a little allowing him to slide his tongue and lick into her. She tasted so delicious, like chocolate and her. Maybe it was because of that brownie they had earlier. He furiously swiped his tongue to which she pulled his hair and extracted her lips from his.

"Don't you have to go?" She breathlessly questioned. He had that effect on her. His eyes darkened looking at the bright swollen lips which had them shining because of the saliva. Before he could press her lips again she tutted swiping her tongue on her lips.

"I don't want to go now." He croaked as their breath mingled. She was just a breath away from him and he was so hard that it hurt.

"But you said it's important." She whispered and he just shook his head and hid his face in the crook of her face. She moaned as he began sucking on her sweet spot. With her hand which were tangled in his hair she pressed his face harder on her neck. Her toes curled in pleasure and she released breathy moans.

With his other hand Daniel traced her waist till it rested on the curve of her breast. He softly squeezed her left breast causing her to moan louder. He massaged her breast, tweaking her n****e with his thumb and index finger and she squealed in pleasure. Her n*****s were always sensitive and Daniel loved to tease her. Suck and bite on them and make her squirm and beg.

Their heated moment was interrupted by the phone. Daniel groaned knowing very well that it must be regarding the meeting. He sighed into her neck and pressed a last kiss and moved away. She exhaled sadly at the loss of contact. Her nubs were hard after he had teased her and she felt that tightening in her belly. Stupid phone call.

Natasha wiped her eyes as the memory flashed before her eyes. What happened to them? Why can't they be like that again?

"I'll see you then." Daniel whispered standing at the edge of the bed. She did not even turn around pretending that she was sleeping.

Daniel was not stupid he knew that she was not actually sleeping. He could guess from the pattern of her breathing. But he didn't catch her because that would cause even more argument and he wasn't in mood.

He waited for a while. She knew that he was still standing there on the hope she'll turn around but she didn't move a inch, freezing in the same spot.

He sighed and turned around and walked away. It was no use anyways. She would have been like that till he went away. She's very stubborn like that.

Natasha exhaled when she heard his retreating footsteps. She didn't want to cause another fight. She was not in a mood. Already her lack of sleep made her cranky.

She looked at the clock and sighed. Maybe she should get up. It was not like she'll fall asleep now. Maybe she should continue her writing. Yeah that'll help.

Raising from her sleeping position she stretched her limbs and goes to the washroom to do her business.

A sigh slipped out of her lips looking at the messy papers on her desk. She quickly picks the typewriter and settles into her regular writing spot.

So far she has written the sketch of the story. It was non fiction and that is always a big no to sell in the market because people always preferred fiction over non fiction and also she had to make sure to skip the important deatails from the story. But she tried to make it seem as real as possible. Piecing the entire story is always a difficult process and this was a true crime so she had to make sure that she didn't skip the important details.

She arranged all the paper articles neatly on the table again. She snorted looking at one of the headline which read, Ucciso per 8 buone ragioni which translated to Killed for eight right reasons. What was even that? The journalism in her town was a pile of garbage. She can't believe that people bought that and read it. The people in this town were so easily manipulated and she wanted to show them the truth because this case was so hushed up. Also one of the reason was smoking since when it Italians shy away from smoking? The whole article was a sham. And she couldn't even imagine the trauma the family must be going through.

"This is bizzare dio mio" She mumbled looking at another article. She read every article on that case.

She even met the police on duty. It was the most stupid conversation and so much waste of time because they were being so uncooperative. They knew her. The entire town knew her because of her book were translated into Italian as well. So people read her books and admired her.

"Signora you are wasting time." The on duty constable muttered shaking his head as she was asking him several questions.

"Signor this is important. Per favore aiuto" She pleaded to which he just shook his head and walked inside not even giving her another glance which was such a waste of time. She was so hopeful that it would work.

"Signor." She yelled after him but he did not even turn around once. Such a helpful person.

Now she knows the rules when it came to homicide but they had brushed it off as suicide without even investigation. She had patiently waited three hours outside the station to talk to the officer but that guy dodged her so efficiently that it was ridiculous. She went for three days continuously to meet him but not even once did he show up. She even tried talking to those on duty constables but they never opened their mouths. They were rigid and cold assholes.

She shook her head at the memory. That was such a wasteful time. She had so many hopes that she'll find dirt on the case by talking to them but they were strong resolved people and she should have know that they'll not break easy. They are police officers for a reason. How naive of her!

She chewed on her lips looking at the drafts. They were only four pages. She only managed to write four pages in three weeks. It was difficult okay. She had to deal with so many things and also concentrate on writing. Sometimes she does wonder if this was a good idea because her assistant herself was so paranoid and told her not to do it.

Speaking of her assistant, she should call her. Her leave days are up. She again looked at the clock and twisted her lips. It was only eight thirty. Too early to call her. Maybe she should wait for her to show up by herself. Yeah like that'll will happen.

She arranged all the sprawled papers and took the third page, the last one she had written and turned around to read her written work. She squinted her eyes looking at the smudged ink. Who must have done that? The paper was fine yesterday.

She sighed. She had to type the whole thing again. She tried to read the last sentences she wrote.

He wasn't the one to kill himself, and I certainly don't have eight reasons to tell but there are more than eight reasons for him to be alive.

She mentally patted herself for the last few lines. She didn't want to be mean but this was a slap to those journalist who worked only because they want to make easy money and they think this is the easiest way. But it's so hurtful for his family. She had to make amends.

She picked her laptop because she didn't trust the typewriter anymore. It was good but she was sure that she would definitely make some mistakes now and she didn't want to use the whitener every time. That would look a bit ugly. A lot actually.

She continued from the part where she left. At first she was going to cover about all those bizzard articles and rubbish comments written about the hard working official. She wanted to create awareness on how one comment can hurt people.

She continued writing for a while and then decided to take a break, exactly after forty five minutes of writing. She manged to squeeze in fifteen hundred words and she was proud because those three pages had only thousand words and she spent three weeks on them so this was a accomplishment compared to them.

***