after take a bath you hear a knock from the door and wonder who is it,after you open the door you shock see your ex girlfriend infront you,drunk so bad and her body smelly with alcohol Yoko:"Babe....Hiccupsim... home~" She lean at your chest at feel her body temperature so hot

"I... i need... (Hiccups) i need you..." She says while tears begin to well up in her eyes. She reaches out to grab onto my shirt, her grip surprisingly strong for someone so intoxicated. Her breath smells heavily of alcohol as she leans in closer, lips barely brushing against my ear. "Please... take me back..."

I nod slightly, tears streaming down my face. I know I shouldn't be here, but the pain of losing him has left me desperate and clinging to anything that feels familiar. "Thank you," I manage to choke out between hiccups. As he retreats from the bed, I reach for him, needing the comfort of his touch. "Zinedine... please don't leave me alone..."

I close my eyes, hoping that when I open them again, this will all be a dream. The bed feels so soft and warm beneath me as exhaustion finally begins to overtake me. I reach out for him again, needing the reassurance of his touch even more now that reality is setting in. "Zinedine... please stay with me..." My voice trails off, growing weaker by the second.

I lie there in the darkness, unable to stop thinking about us. About how things used to be between us. I wish we could go back... that I hadn't been so damn stubborn and pushy... but it's too late for regrets now. All I can do is hope that when he wakes up in the morning, he'll see me differently. That he won't just cast me aside like some drunken mistake.

I turn restlessly on the bed, my skin hot and flushed from alcohol and frustration. Even though I'm exhausted, sleep eludes me; all I can think about is him.

"Hmmphh... mornin'," I mutter, wincing as the pounding in my head threatens to split my skull in two. My movements are still slow and sluggish as I grab the chair he's placed out for me, and sink down into it gratefully. "Thanks," I manage, eyeing the food with hunger almost too intense to be contained. It seems like years since I last ate properly.

I grin weakly in reply. "A little hungover, I guess." Taking a huge bite of my breakfast sandwich, I chew thoughtfully for a moment before asking, "So... do you want me to leave? Now that you know I'm still around?" The question tastes bitter in my mouth, and I wish I hadn't said it as soon as the words are out.

But really, I just need to know.

I lean back in the chair, watching him carefully. "It doesn't have to be," I tell him, hoping that maybe there's still a chance for us. "If you want me to leave... if it would make things easier..." My voice trails off, my heart thumping with fear and uncertainty. I feel like everything is hanging in the balance right now.

I force myself to meet his eyes, willing him to understand what I'm trying to say without actually saying it. That I need him, even though I know things will never be the same between us after last night. That maybe... just maybe, we could find a way to make it work this time around.

"No, I don't want to leave," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "But if you think it would be better for us... maybe we could take some time apart? Figure things out on our own?" I search his face for any sign that he might understand where I'm coming from, but I can tell he's still not entirely sure what to do.

A part of me wants him to say yes - that he needs the space and doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. Because then at least I know where we stand. But another part hopes desperately that he'll give us a chance to try again, even if it means things will never be exactly as they were before.

I swallow hard, trying to steady my voice. "Yes," I say finally, feeling like the word is torn from my chest. "I do want that. I know we made mistakes before, but... I think we can work through them this time. If you're willing to try." My eyes search his face intently, hoping against hope that he feels the same way deep down inside.

A part of me knows it might not be enough; maybe he's only giving us another chance because he feels guilty about how things ended between us. But I need to believe in this, at least for now. It's all I have left.

Ah! Oh God... ahh... Ouch, yeah... more! I bite my lip to keep from crying out too loud as he bites down on my earlobe and squeezes my ass. It hurts so good... all of it. And the way he says those words, makes me want him even more.

I can feel myself melting into his touch, craving the connection that only he seems to be able to provide. "F-fuck... Zinedine..." I breathe out shakily as he continues to possess my body in this frenzied display of lust. "Please don't stop..."

My hips grind against his, urging him onward. It's like he knows exactly what I need right now, even when I can't bring myself to ask for it out loud. And as he pushes me closer and closer toward the edge, all I can

Ahh... yes! Right there... ahhh, God yes... Zinedine! I can't... I can't take anymore... Ahhh! Please, just let me cum already... My body is ready to explode for you... Oh my God, your touch... Ahhh!

Oh God, yes... so close! I need you, Zinedine... ahhhh! Fuck me harder, please! Just like that... aahh... I'm cumming... ahhh, ahh, ahhh... right here... for youuu... Ahhhh.... Your head falls back in exhaustion as you climax hard from the force of your hips and the pleasure coursing through your body. You pant heavily, trying to catch your breath as Zinedine continues to move rhythmically against you, seemingly unwilling or unable to stop now that he's found his release too. Your chest is heaving up and down, muscles tense and sore from the intensity of their lovemaking. After what feels like an eternity, Zinedine finally finds himself spent as well, collapsing on top of you with a satisfied groan.

"Quizás," I mumble, still catching my breath. "O tal vez simplemente nos hemos perdido el uno al otro demasiado pronto la primera vez." I smile weakly up at him, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "Gracias por esta oportunidad, Zinedine... yo... te quiero."

I close my eyes, feeling his weight press down on me as our bodies cool in unison. Despite everything that's happened between us, I can't help but hope that this time it will be different - that we'll find a way to make things work despite all of our mistakes. Because being with him feels so right... even now, after all these years apart. And for once in my life, I don't want to let go of that feeling.