UAE Ambassador Urges Immediate Action on Climate Fund Investment

UAE Ambassador Urges Immediate Action on Climate Fund Investment

By Mohamed Hassan Ali the United Arab Emirates has called for immediate action to invest in the Green Climate Fund (GCF) and ensure that its goals are achieved. This comes as an effort to curb the global climate crisis.

In a statement, UAE Ambassador to South Korea, Abdulla Saif Al Nuaimi said: "We must work diligently to provide the necessary funding for GCF-approved programmes around the world."

He added that it is crucial to mobilise financial resources in order to support developing countries' efforts in mitigating climate change and adopting sustainable development policies.

The GCF is a fund established within the framework of the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change (UNFCCC). It aims to assist developing countries in adapting to and mitigating the impacts of climate change by providing grants, concessional loans, equity investments, and guarantees.

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PART SEVEN:

Heather eyed the clock on the wall of the coffee shop. Her heart rate quickened as the seconds ticked by.

I hope this isn't a mistake.

A familiar face appeared in the doorway, causing Heather's breath to catch in her throat. It was Jackson, just as she had remembered him. Tall and muscular with dark, wavy hair that fell just above his intense blue eyes. He wore a black leather jacket over a gray t-shirt and faded jeans, giving him an edgy, bad-boy look.

He looked around the coffee shop before his gaze landed on Heather. A smile lit up his face as he walked over to her table.

"Heather," he said, his voice low and husky. "It's been too long."

She couldn't help but smile back at him. "Jackson. I can't believe it's really you."

He pulled out the chair across from her and sat down, never taking his eyes off her. "Believe it," he said with a smirk.

Heather felt her cheeks flush at his intense gaze. She had dreamed about this moment for years, but she never thought it would actually happen. Not after what had happened between them.

"So," Jackson said, breaking the silence. "What brings you to New York? Last I heard, you were living it up in California."

Heather took a sip of her coffee, trying to gather her thoughts. "I...uh...needed a change of scenery," she finally managed to say. "And I've always loved New York."

Jackson nodded, his expression serious.

"I read about your promotion," Heather continued. "Congratulations on becoming editor-in-chief of The Times."

A hint of pride shone in Jackson's eyes before being replaced by something else- something that made Heather's heart skip a beat.

"I've missed you," he said quietly, his voice filled with emotion.

Heather's breath caught in her throat. She had hoped he still cared for her, but to hear him say it out loud was overwhelming.

"I've missed you too," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jackson reached across the table and took her hand in his. A jolt of electricity shot through Heather at his touch, causing her to shiver.

"Listen," Jackson said, his voice full of urgency. "I know we have a lot to catch up on, but there's something I need to tell you."

Heather looked into his eyes and saw a mixture of emotions- desire, longing, and something else she couldn't quite place.

"What is it?" she asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

Jackson took a deep breath before speaking. "I never stopped loving you, Heather. Not for one second."

Heather felt tears welling up in her eyes at his words. She had always wondered if he still felt the same way about her, and now she had her answer.

"I love you too," she said, the weight of years' worth of unspoken words finally lifted from her shoulders.

Jackson's smile could have lit up the entire coffee shop as he stood up and pulled Heather into his arms. It felt like coming home after a long journey- warm and familiar and right.

As they held each other, all the pain and heartbreak of the past melted away. In that moment, Heather knew that no matter what obstacles they faced or how much time had passed, their love was meant to be.

Heather and Jackson's embrace in the coffee shop deepened, their bodies pressed against each other as if trying to merge into one. The years of separation melted away as the fire between them burned hotter and stronger than ever.

Heather could feel Jackson's muscular frame through his leather jacket, his scent intoxicating her senses. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their lips finally met in a passionate kiss.

The electricity that surged through Heather at Jackson's touch now radiated from their connection, igniting a wildfire of desire within her. His strong hands moved down her back, gripping her firmly and pulling her even closer to him as their tongues danced together.

Heat pooled between Heather's thighs, the familiar ache of need intensifying with every second that passed. She broke the kiss, gasping for air, and looked into Jackson's intense blue eyes.

"I want you," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

Jackson's gaze darkened with raw hunger as he took in Heather's words. Without saying another word, he grabbed her hand and led her out of the coffee shop.

They walked briskly through the busy streets of New York City until they reached an upscale hotel just a few blocks away. Once inside their suite on the top floor, Jackson wasted no time closing the distance between them again.

He backed Heather against the wall near the door, pinning her body with his own. Their mouths collided once more in a searing kiss while his hands roamed over her curves with desperate urgency.

Heather moaned into his mouth as he squeezed her ass and ground his hardening cock against her hip. The need for him was overwhelming; she had craved this man for so long, and now that he was here with her, she couldn't wait any longer to feel him inside of her.

She tugged at the hem of his t-shirt impatiently until he got the hint and pulled away from her. Jackson quickly discarded his jacket and t-shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs, covered in a light dusting of hair.

Heather's breath hitched at the sight before she too began removing her own clothes. She peeled off her sweater, revealing her lacy black bra that barely contained her full breasts. Her fingers fumbled with the button of her jeans as she kicked off her shoes.

Before she could remove the rest, Jackson's hands were on hers, undoing the buttons of her jeans and sliding them down along with her panties in one swift motion. He stood up again, completely naked now, and drank in the sight of Heather's exposed body.

"You're even more beautiful than I remember," he said huskily, his gaze raking over every inch of her.

Heather flushed under his intense scrutiny, feeling desired and wanted like never before. She reached out to him, needing to touch him again as she said, "I need you, Jackson. Please."

His eyes darkened with raw desire at her words as he stepped closer to her, their bodies once again pressed together. He trailed kisses along the curve of her neck while his hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over the hardened nipple.

Heather arched into his touch, a low moan escaping from deep within as pleasure coursed through every nerve ending in her body. She wrapped one leg around him instinctively as he continued to lavish attention on her sensitive skin.

"I need you too," he growled against her ear before nipping at the lobe.

Unable to wait any longer for what they both craved so desperately, Jackson positioned himself at Heather's entrance and slowly pushed inside of her.

They both groaned at the exquisite sensation of their bodies finally joining together after years of longing and anticipation. Heat enveloped Jackson's thick length as he filled Heather completely; it was a perfect fit, as if they were made for each other.

Heather's walls clenched around him in a tight embrace, the feeling of being stretched and filled sparking waves of pleasure that radiated throughout her entire being. She dug her nails into Jackson's back, anchoring herself to him as he began to move.

With each slow, deliberate thrust, he set a rhythm that was both maddening and delicious. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, a dance of passion and desire that transcended time and space.

Moans and gasps filled the air as their lovemaking grew more urgent and intense. Jackson's hands gripped Heather's hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he drove himself deeper inside of her.

Heather met his every movement with equal fervor, matching his thrusts with her own hips. The pressure built steadily between them, the need for release coiling tighter with every stroke.

And then it happened- that glorious moment when everything shattered and exploded. Heat surged through Heather's veins like liquid fire as she tumbled over the edge of bliss. Her body tensed and convulsed in ecstasy, the intensity of her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Jackson followed right behind her, his face contorting with pleasure as he found release within the depths of Heather's embrace. He buried himself deep inside of her one final time before stilling, their bodies pressed tightly together as they rode out the aftershocks together.

Time seemed to stand still as they clung to each other, their heavy breathing slowly returning to normal. The connection between them was undeniable; it went beyond physical desire or sexual attraction- it was a soul-deep bond that had never been broken despite everything they had gone through.

As the haze of pleasure lifted from Heather's mind, she realized that this was just the beginning. They had so much more to explore and rediscover together, and she couldn't wait to dive into the depths of their passion.

She looked up at Jackson, his face still flushed with the remnants of their lovemaking. There was a tenderness in his eyes that took her breath away, a silent promise of what was yet to come.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Jackson's lips as he brushed a strand of hair away from Heather's face. "And I love you, always."

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth and afterglow of their reunion, Heather knew that she had made the right decision. New York may have been a change of scenery for her, but it was also the place where her heart had found its way back home.

Jackson held his hand out to Heather, and she took it without hesitation. He led her into the luxurious hotel suite, their bodies nearly touching as they crossed the threshold. The anticipation between them was electric, a current of desire that pulsed in the air.

The room was dimly lit, the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A plush king-sized bed dominated the space, its pristine white sheets a stark contrast to the dark wood accents of the furniture.

As soon as Jackson closed the door behind them, Heather turned to face him. There were so many words she wanted to say, so many questions and emotions swirling inside her, but in that moment, none of it mattered. All she wanted was him.

Closing the distance between them, she brought her hands up to his face and pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips met in a frenzy of pent-up longing, igniting a fire that had been smoldering for years. It was an act of reclamation—reclaiming what had been lost and what still remained.

Jackson's hands found their way to Heather's waist, his fingers digging into her flesh as he deepened the kiss. His tongue tangled with hers in a sensual dance that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

Sensing her need for closeness and reassurance, he slowly backed her towards the bed until her legs bumped against it. Breaking away from their kiss for a brief moment, he gazed into her eyes with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

"You're sure about this? About us?" he asked softly.

Heather nodded without hesitation. "Yes," she whispered. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

That was all it took for any lingering doubts or reservations to vanish from Jackson's mind. He cupped Heather's face in his hands and kissed her again with unbridled passion and urgency.

As their lips and tongues continued their intoxicating dance, Jackson's nimble fingers deftly unbuttoned Heather's coat. He shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap, and then moved on to her sweater.

The sound of a button popping free from its restraint filled the air as he tugged the sweater from her jeans. Slowly, inch by tantalizing inch, he exposed the smooth expanse of her stomach and the lacy black bra that cradled her breasts.

A low growl rumbled in his throat at the sight of her, desire coursing through his veins like liquid fire. He kissed his way down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, as his hands roamed over her torso with maddening slowness.

Heather moaned softly, arching into his touch as she desperately sought more contact. Every brush of his fingertips against her skin sent shivers down her spine and ignited a hunger that burned deep within.

Unable to bear the space between them any longer, she tugged at the hem of Jackson's shirt. Taking the hint, he pulled away from her briefly to remove it along with his jacket, leaving him gloriously bare-chested before her hungry gaze.

Heat pooled low in Heather's belly at the sight of him—broad shoulders tapering down to a chiseled chest sprinkled with dark hair that led to a trail disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants. He was even more beautiful than she had remembered.

Before she could fully appreciate that sculpted male perfection on display for her alone, Jackson's hands were back on her, undoing the buttons of her jeans without hesitation or preamble. He lowered them along with her panties in one swift motion until they pooled around her ankles.

She stepped out of them quickly before reaching for him again. Her nimble fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of his pants, and with a little help from him, she pushed them down along with his boxers.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him fully aroused and completely exposed. He was magnificent—long and thick, the head of his cock glistening with pre-cum. The raw need in his eyes mirrored her own, and for a moment, time stood still.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Jackson rasped, his voice rough with desire.

Heather felt her cheeks flush at his words. No one had ever looked at her or spoken to her like this before; it was as though he could see straight into her soul. In that moment, she knew without a doubt that they were meant to be together.

Closing the small distance between them once again, Jackson framed Heather's face with his hands and kissed her deeply. As their lips and tongues continued their delicious exploration, he backed her towards the bed until the backs of her legs hit the edge.

Heather tumbled backwards onto the soft mattress, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Jackson crawl up the bed towards her like a predator closing in on its prey. A thrill of anticipation coursed through every nerve ending in her body as he hovered over her.

The air around them was heavy with longing and need as their eyes locked in silent communication. There was no mistaking what they both wanted—to finally bridge the physical distance that had separated them for far too long.

Without breaking eye contact, Jackson lowered his mouth to Heather's breast and took a hardened nipple into his warm wet heat. She gasped at the exquisite sensation that shot straight to her core like a bolt of lightning.