Phones and Moans (mature)

Arnav: Red bra with black lace, matching panties. 30 sec ago

 

Khushi: We’re at a dinner. With your parents. now

 

Arnav: Does that mean I’m right? now

 

Khushi: That means you need to stop texting me and put your phone away. now

 

Arnav: It’s been six months. now

 

Khushi: And you can’t keep it in your pants? now

 

Arnav: Tell me Khushi. Did you imagine my fingers down there, stroking in slow, torturous circles until you’re sobbing into my shoulder? 6 min ago

 

Arnav: You’re turning red. 5 min ago

 

Arnav: You’re flushed and damp with need, aren’t you? I could thrust deep into you right now, and you would clench around me and scream my name. 3 min ago

 

Arnav: Or would you rather I taste you, dipping my tongue into you again and again until you’re writhing under me and begging me to take you hard and fast? 2 min ago

 

Arnav: I don’t enjoy being ignored, Ms. Gupta. 1 min ago

 

Arnav: Voice recording: KhushiPhoneSex now

 

Khushi: Oh my god. now

 

Arnav: 😉 now

 

Khushi: Your mother nearly heard that. now

 

Arnav: So? We’re getting married tomorrow. It’s not like they don’t know what we’ll be doing. 😉 10 min ago

 

Khushi: They think we’re virgins. now

 

Arnav: If I recall, I made you come… Five times, was it? now

 

Khushi: Two. now

 

Arnav: Five. now

 

Khushi: Two. now

 

Arnav: I’ll prove how correct I am tomorrow. now

 

Khushi: Please. Don’t get too cocky. now

 

Arnav: I do have one. 4 min ago

 

Khushi: How mature. now

 

Arnav: I don’t appreciate your sass, Ms. Gupta. You’ll have to be punished. I’m going to have to the you down and thrust into you with long, slow strokes until you’re pleading with me to give you release. 15 min ago

 

Arnav: Khushi darling, are you sure you’re not sick? now

 

Khushi: Forget suhaag raat, you’re sleeping on the couch. now

 

Arnav: Would you like a Tylenol to fix that fever? now

 

Khushi: I can’t believe you told your mother that I don’t come because it’s too big and can’t fit. now

 

Arnav: I meant that you never come with me to my office, because it’s too big of a problem since it won’t fit into your schedule. now

 

Khushi: I am not amused. now

 

Arnav: I will make you moan so loudly that the neighbors will tell me to be less… Effective. 10 min ago

 

Khushi; Why am I marrying you again? now

 

Arnav: Because you love me. now

 

Khushi: God knows why. now

 

Arnav: Hamesha, Ms. Gupta. now

 

Khushi: That’ll be Mrs. Raizada to you. now

 

Arnav: That sounds kinky. now

 

Khushi: Arnav! 5 min ago

 

Khushi: Arnav, what are you now

 

“Amma, Khushi and I are going home.”

 

“Arnav, you can’t just take her! The wedding is only tomor-”

 

She broke off upon seeing the determined glint in Arnav’s eyes, her words dying on her lips.

 

Arnav ignored Khushi’s mortified protests as he swept her up in his arms, carrying her out to the car standing at the curb.

 

Just before he tossed her into the backseat, he leaned in, murmuring in her ear.

 

“Six times, tonight.”

 

“You-”

 

He cut her off with a deep, bruising kiss, pulling away only to tug her sharply into his lap.

 

“Hari Prakash? Please put up the privacy screen.”

 

***

 

Note: For the not so sanskari Baaraatis. 😉

Double Date (mature)

“Come on, Khushi, at least consider it!”

 

“No. He’s almost five years younger than me, Payal. For god’s sake, he’s your former classmate!”

 

“He’s hot!”

 

“Why don’t you date him then?”

 

“Because his twin is hotter.”

 

I roll my eyes, and she gives me her standard puppy pout.

 

“No. Don’t try that on me. I’m not Dad.”

 

“Khushi! You’re finally single after you broke up with that twat NK-”

 

“He’s a perfectly nice guy!”

 

“Please, did he ever get past your neck?”

 

My pause is enough to tell her, and she gives me a knowing look. I glare at her, unhappy by the fact that my younger, nosy sister knows more about my love life than I do.

 

“Come on, Khush. He’s sweet.”

 

“He has a tattoo. That says ‘fuck me’. How charming.”

 

“Just because you’re a prude-”

 

“I am not a prude!”

 

She pointedly stares at my tight bun and collared shirt, buttoned all the way to the top. I blush furiously, knowing she’s right.

 

“Fine. One night. Then you’re off my back.”

 

She grins, and I immediately regret my words. She drops a kiss on my cheek as she leaves, calling out something about me being the best sister ever.

 

I’m dreading tonight already.

 

***

 

“You’re not wearing that.”

 

I look down at my modest, navy blue dress. It’s perfectly respectable, a great fit for this god forsaken double date with my younger sister.

 

“It’s perfectly-”

 

“Old woman like?”

 

Payal silently thrusts a short, bright blue dress in my hands, along with a pair of silvery stilettos.

 

“You’ll be able to see my underwear.”

 

“Then change out of those granny panties and wear a lacy thong.”

 

“I’m not going to sleep with the guy.”

 

She gives me a look that she’s picked up from our mother, and I sigh defeatedly, and take the clothes from her hands.

 

I tug uncomfortably at the dress as we walk into the restaurant, stumbling as the stilettos hit the ground. I envy Payal, who looks calm and collected despite the height of her own heels.

 

We walk in, and I glance down at the table to see my partner for the evening.

 

He’s leaning back in the chair, his eyes focused solely on me. His eyes trail down my figure, and I pull down the short dress in a failed attempt to cover my exposed legs.

 

Payal elbows me, warning me with her eyes not to pull the dress down again. I grit my teeth uncomfortably when he stands up to shake my hand, pulling out the seat.

 

His hand is warm and large, completely swallowing my much tinier one. I see the words “fuck me” written across his wrist, and fight the urge to roll my eyes.

 

His hair is messy, falling carelessly around his face and hanging around his ears. His eyes are dark, and I feel naked under his probing gaze. I disapprovingly note the way his tie hangs loosely around his neck, his shirt unbuttoned down three. He looks like he hasn’t shaved in three days, a thick layer of stubble darkening his cheeks.

 

Definitely not my type.

 

I eye him with marked disapproval I know he can sense, but he doesn’t seem to care. He gives me a lazy grin as we sit down, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

 

I feel a pull in the deep pit of my stomach at the look in his eyes, and I hate it.

 

Payal blushes and flirts shamelessly with his much more pristine twin, a man with glasses and an innocent face. She’s always been fond of men who fall under her spell, and this man seems to be no exception.

 

Unfortunately, his brother is not amused, and tosses a disgusted look their way when she accidentally brushes his foot while she’s playing footsie.

 

I smile brightly at the man in front of me. I might as well attempt to engage in conversation, instead of sitting here awkwardly as my sister giggles the night away.

 

“So… What do you do, Arnav?”

 

“I’m a musician.”

 

I fight the disapproval, and paste a tight smile on my face. He smiles innocently, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

 

I hate that glint.

 

Especially since his dark eyes send the heat pooling between my legs, in a way that thoroughly irritates me.

 

“That’s… An interesting profession. What, er, music do you play?”

 

“Rock.”

 

I shift in my seat as he looks at me, clearly trying to keep his amusement at bay. He’s enjoying my discomfort, and that bothers me.

 

“And you’re an…?”

 

“Engineer.”

 

“Ah. Stuck up and prissy.”

 

My mouth falls open in indignation, and I’m about to argue back sharply when I note that the teasing expression has only grown stronger, along with the pull of desire.

 

He’s incredibly attractive, in a way I never would have expected. The easy carelessness and the glimmer of teasing humor is admittedly a refreshing change from the men I usually date, who tend to be serious and focused on themselves.

 

But he’s immature and reckless, and from what my sister has told me, spends more time strumming his guitar than actually doing anything productive. She did mention that he’s naturally gifted at his studies, but I can’t overlook the fact that he seems like a lazy ass.

 

But the temptation… No. He’s five years younger than me, still in college, and lacks a steady job.

 

And at the ripe old age of 27, I’m looking for someone to settle down with. Not a hot, desperate one night stand.

 

He’s looking at me like he’s mentally undressing me, and I shift in my seat as the throbbing ache grows stronger.

 

“I’m going to the bathroom.”

 

My sister barely acknowledges my statement as I hastily flee the table, unnerved by the deep, aching need I feel for this man that’s nothing but trouble.

 

I clutch the sink, staring into the mirror at my flushed face. My eyes look glassy, and I recognize the tingling want. I haven’t had sex in over a year, since NK was determined to wait until marriage.

 

I barely know this… Kid, but I can’t deny that he would probably give me exactly what I need right now.

 

“Thinking about me?”

 

I let out an embarrassing squeal at the sound of a thick, husky voice behind me, and whip around to find him leaning carelessly against the gray stall.

 

I look around furtively, thanking my stars that no other women are in the bathroom. I lower my voice to a whisper, hoping that my admonishing tone is evident.

 

“What the hell are you doing here? This is the women’s bathroom!”

 

“I’m well aware.”

 

I resist the urge to argue with him, knowing it’ll get me nowhere. He grins at me, a dimple creasing his stubbled cheeks.

 

I curse mentally when my body immediately responds, squeezing my legs together tightly.

 

“You want me.”

 

I gape at him, shocked by his blunt statement.

 

“That is completely, utterly-”

 

“You want me, and that is why you hate me. Because you think I’m reckless and immature, and that I’m too young for you, but you still can’t help that you want me.”

 

I hate the way he’s pegged me effortlessly, and attempt to walk away. He grabs my wrist and tugs me into the open stall, whipping me against the door.

 

His lips are temptingly close to mine, his warm breath fanning over my face as he speaks. His voice is filled with obvious desire, and it makes me go weak in the knees.

 

“You know I’ve liked you since I saw you at our gig in freshman year, right?”

 

“I was a graduate student then!”

 

“And then you started dating NK. Tell me, Khushi, did he ever make you tremble the way you are now?”

 

I fight him, squirming in his grasp. He’s right, of course, but I don’t want to admit that.

 

Because if I do, there’s no telling what I’ll do.

 

“This is incredibly inappropriate. I’m five years older than you, and I’m only here because I’m helping my sister.”

 

“She doesn’t need help, and you know it.”

 

He steps closer, pinning me against the stall door. His lips drop to my neck, sucking gently at the exposed skin. I clutch his shoulders, trying to steady myself.

 

“Arnav, I- oh, fuck it.”

 

I lift his head to mine and press my lips to his in a searing kiss, and he indulges me without hesitation. His mouth opens underneath mine, swiping his tongue against my lips until I’m gasping for breath.

 

I’m already wet, the flimsy thong soaked through with my desire. I attempt to brace myself against the tiny stall as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a condom and easily slipping it on.

 

He lifts my legs around his waist and thrusts into me in one, swift move. He groans, reaching to my hair to let it tumble down my shoulders. It sticks to my neck, and his lips trail across my collarbone, hot and wet.

 

He begins a slow rhythm, careful to keep the movement of the stall door to a minimum. His hands thread through my hair as he nips at the edges of my cleavage, pushed up by my tight dress.

 

I gasp when his tongue probes just underneath the hem, pulling the strapless dress slightly down to expose my breasts. I’m not wearing a bra, and he suckles on them hard, his tongue licking and biting in time to his thrusts.

 

I hear the door to the bathroom open, and my eyes widen as I realize that the stall is making the tell tale noises of a passionate encounter.

 

He smiles impishly, leaning in to whisper against my ear.

 

“I guess you’ll just have to be quiet, Khushi.”

 

I bite back a moan when he brushes his thumb over my wet, exposed nipples, pushing into me once. I tighten my legs around his waist, driving him deeper into me.

 

His hands are teasing my breasts, and he lifts me farther up the smooth, cold door to change the angle slightly. The minute change makes my eyes star, and I feel myself clench against him. My nails mark his skin, sinking into his muscles.

 

I can hear a woman bustling about, blissfully unaware of what’s happening in the stall next to her. She’s humming, and I hear her unzip her makeup pouch.

 

He puts me down, turning me around, pushing my dress up further. I place my palms flat against the cool metal, bracing myself against the stall door when he drives into me from behind.

 

I’m holding the door shut, keeping the pounding to a minimum as he thrusts into me with force. He reaches around me to tease my nub, and I clench my fists, as I stifle my cry of pleasure, a moan making its way out.

 

I hear the woman start at the mirror, and feel her turn to glance at the door.

 

“Miss? Is everything okay in there?”

 

He rubs his fingers in torturous circles, thrusting into me slowly. I’m on the brink of a release, and he knows it.

 

“I’m- oh- I’m f-fine.”

 

My voice is strangled and unsteady, and I can feel his grin as he thrusts into me once more. His fingers slip in just a little, stroking me just where I need it, and it’s enough to send the sensations crashing around me.

 

“Miss? Are you sure? You sound… Pained?”

 

I press my hand to my mouth to cover the sob, closing my eyes tightly as I feel myself tighten once more. He throbs within me pleasantly, and I can hear him struggling to contain his groan.

 

“Miss?”

 

I let out a shuddering breath when I come down, steadying my breathing before I attempt to answer.

 

“I’m- I’m fine. Just… Cramps, you know?”

 

I feel the woman nod, and hear the click of her heels fade as she walks out.

 

He pulls out of me, holding me up against the door. My entire body is weak, and my entire body aches with satisfaction.

 

I haven’t felt this good in a long time, but the indignation fires through me when I realize what he’s done.

 

I whip around to see him smirking as he leans against the side door, clearly satisfied.

 

“That, was completely inappropriate!”

 

I poke him in the chest, but he’s completely unfazed.

 

“How could you do that to me?!”

 

“You didn’t seem to be complaining two minutes ago.”

 

“You’re insufferable.”

 

There’s a poignant silence, and then he’s pressed me up against the wall again, taking my lips in a bruising kiss. I give in immediately, and he rakes his hands through my hair. When we pull back, we’re both panting, my lips tingling and swollen.

 

He smiles slightly, before stepping out of the door, tossing me a wink over his shoulder.

 

“Have a nice evening, madam.”

 

I hear his voice call, and confusion overwhelms me. Why is he addressing me as madam?

 

I step out of the stall to see an elderly lady looking at me in the mirror, and I barely withhold my gasp of surprise.

 

“He’s a keeper if he’s got you that flushed after a romp in the bathroom.”

 

With that, she walks out, leaving me alone in the bathroom, absolutely mortified.

 

I stand outside of the car as my sister exchanges sweet words with Akash, smiling bashfully. I refuse to look at Arnav, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered.

 

My hair is back in the tight bun, and I sigh with relief when she finally decides to sit in the car. I’m about to slide in after her when I feel a sharp tug on my hair, and the silky curtain tumbles around my shoulder once more.

 

Before I can say anything, his husky voice filters in my ear, whispering hotly.

 

“Next Friday, leave your hair down. And skip the thong.”

 

He pushes me lightly into the car, and I ignore my sister’s questioning stare as we drive away.

 

I wink at him through the window, and I see his eyes widen in surprise, the dimple reappearing on his cheek.

 

Maybe… He is my type, after all.

 

Cops and Robbers

“Hey! What are you-”

 

A woman dressed in a loose, sinfully short black dress whips around, her face masked behind a thick, woolen monkey cap. She holds my laptop in her arms, and nearly stumbles as she attempts to get away.

 

My reflexes are too quick for her, and I catch her just as she’s about to land on the ground. Wide, hazel eyes look up at me, laptop still encased in her arms. I can feel the heat of her skin through the skintight dress, my hands resting tightly on her waist.

 

She takes advantage of my momentary paralysis and gives a sharp bite to my arm, before attempting to kick me. I yelp in surprise, dodging the kick just in time as she ducks away.

 

My hands grasp her wrist and spin her to me, pulling her into me with force. The laptop is clutched against her chest, and I swiftly pick her up in my arms, ignoring her yells and protests. She kicks and screams, but I pay no mind to her, walking calmly into the dark room and dropping her unceremoniously to the floor.

 

The door slams shut behind me, and in one, soft click, I have her locked in. I can hear her yelling curse words at me from inside, pounding on the door furiously as I walk away.

 

I come back five minutes later with a bag of ice on my hand, attempting to alleviate the dull ache that’s present where her teeth sank into my skin.

 

Thank god I came back from the annual Officer’s Ball early, or she would have obtained classified information about my latest case.

 

She’s huddled on the floor, hazel eyes staring up at me angrily in the dark, illuminated only by the sliver of light shining from the crack underneath the door. My eyes adjust to the dark, and I can see the silhouette of her features through the woolen cap.

 

“Are you going to let me go?”

 

“You were trying to rob my house.”

 

“I didn’t know you were home!”

 

“Tough luck, sweetheart.”

 

I walk up to her, my nose nearly touching hers, and I tug the monkey cap off her head swiftly, tossing it to the floor.

 

A stream of long, dark hair tumbles out, and it smells distinctly like cherries as it falls around my fingers. Her lips are full, inviting me to kiss her senseless until they’re swollen and tingling, and I can feel her breathing softly against my face.

I am not supposed to be this attracted to a thief.

 

I step back hastily, the tight pants of my uniform already feeling tighter as the blood rushes down. I’m unsettled by the way this girl has managed to turn me on, without even touching me.

 

I snap off the shining stars on my shoulders, unbuttoning the top two buttons of my shirt. I can feel her eyes on my back, burning me with her gaze.

 

Her heated gaze follows my biceps, before trailing down my back to rest just below my belt, and it’s clear that her eyes have adjusted to the low light. She flicks her gaze to mine for a second, and I recognize the desire even in the darkness. I can feel the blood pumping in my veins, and I fight to keep control as I turn around to face her.

 

I see her eyes drop to my arousal, and she looks back up at me appreciatively. I ignore her, and bring my face close to hers, noting the quickening breathing and the heaving of her chest.

 

“Who are you working for?”

 

She juts her chin out defiantly, looking me directly in the eye.

 

“I would never tell you.”

 

My finger slides down her arm slowly, and I hear her sharp intake of breath as she shifts back away from me.

 

“No? You won’t tell me?”

 

“Never.”

 

Our eyes lock, and I’m held captive by the hazel eyes swirling with what I can only describe as want.

 

Before I can react, she lifts her head and presses her lips to mine in an intense, powerful kiss. My hands slip against the slick, hardwood floor, and I fall against her in my shock.

 

It doesn’t take me long to respond, sliding my hands down her waist as I swing my other leg over her body, straddling her. The kiss grows desperate as she bites down lightly on my lips, eliciting a groan from me.

 

Her dress slides down, revealing breasts are encased in the thin, black lace of a strapless bra. I cup her breasts in my hand, kneading it roughly as she moans in pleasure.

 

My tongue flicks against the peak, and it buds instantly underneath the thin cloth. I pull at the curve of her breast gently with my teeth, leaving marks that I know will be visible in the morning.

 

I don’t notice her reaching for my belt, pulling it off and tossing it into a corner. The metal clatters against the floor, surely leaving dents, but the need to have her is so overpowering that I don’t care.

 

She tugs at the stubborn zipper as my hands slip up her legs, the flimsy nylon of her dress fluttering lightly over my straying fingers. I come up against the lace of her panties, and I push it aside to slide my fingers into her.

 

She cries out underneath me, her hips bucking against my hand as I slip my fingers into her again, rubbing in teasing circles. Her hands reach blindly for the waist of my pants, tugging them down with my boxers to my knees.

 

Her hands close around me, and my own fingers still in surprise. The sensation courses through me, and my eyes close as I bite back a strangled groan. She strokes me again, her small fingers shamelessly taunting the way I did to her. I feel myself reaching a peak, and I grasp her hand to stop her movements.

 

“Not yet.”

 

My breath is ragged as I settle myself over her. I push into her slowly, and she wiggles her hips impatiently around me. It takes all of my control not to take her fast and hard against the floor, but I have to do this if I want answers.

 

“Are you trying to tease me or fuck me?”

 

The dirty phrase from her lips nearly causes me to give in, but I steel myself at the last second, refusing to give her the upper hand. I pull out and thrust back in again, keeping the pace torturously slow.

 

“Tell me who you’re working for.”

 

She gasps, reaching for me to tug me down to her. I look directly into her eyes as I pull out once more. I’m barely in her, and I can feel the friction pressing against me, teasing me as much as I am her.

 

“No.”

 

I move slightly further in, and she thrusts her hips against me, trying to force the pace.

 

“Tell me.”

 

She looks like she’s about to give in, and I smile in satisfaction as I prepare to finally give into the desperation.

 

But at the last second, her eyes turn steely, and she reaches down to brush her fingers against me. The unexpected feeling of her fingers causes me to slip, and I fall against her. Her lips brush my ear as she whispers in my ear, taunting me for my mistake.

 

“Not if I ever have a say in it.”

 

I growl in frustration and thrust into her hard, sending her sliding against the floor. She sobs against me, her head falling back against the floor as I continue to pound into her.

 

I feel her clench around me, and I hold myself back as her keening cry of pleasure pierces the air. With one last thrust, I collapse against her, my entire body slicked in sweat, my uniform sticking to my skin.

 

I pull myself out of her, and she tugs her dress down as she tosses her ruined panties into a corner. She slips out of the door as I stand in the middle of the dark closet, still reeling from what just happened.

 

She pauses at the door, her back to me as she tiptoes out, the monkey cap in her hands.

 

-***-

 

I walk into work the Monday morning, throwing my coat against my chair in frustration.

 

It’s been three days, and I can’t get the feeling of her off of me. I don’t even know her name, and don’t even know what she really looks like. All I can remember are those damned hazel eyes, clouded over in desire.

 

I step into the interrogation room, the harsh fluorescent lights adding to my pounding headache.

 

I sit down with the file, looking up across the table to see who I’m talking to today.

 

Amused, hazel eyes meet me from the other side, with legs covered in tight, dark blue jeans resting on top of the table confidently as she smirks at me.

 

“Khushi Gupta. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

 

-*Part Two*-

The satisfied, confident smirk on her face makes me want to wipe it right off. I know I can’t say anything, or I risk revealing what happened between us last night.

 

I grit my teeth and smile at her tightly. She smiles back sweetly, acting perfectly innocent.

 

“Ms. Gupta, what were you doing Friday night between the hours of 10:30 and 12?”

 

I know that’s exactly when we had our encounter, and that she’s innocent of the murder. I slide the picture of the man in front of her, and she flinches slightly.

 

So she knows him.

 

“I was… busy.”

 

“Busy? With what?”

 

Her eyes flash in warning, since it’s in both of our interests to keep our history quiet. But I can’t resist poking the bear with the stick, especially when she has that look of superiority on her face.

 

“I was with someone.”

 

“Someone?”

 

“That is what I said.”

 

I narrow my eyes at her tone, not appreciating the way she’s undermining my position of power.

 

“Can this someone corroborate your story?”

 

Her eyes hold a challenge as she leans over the table slightly, and my eyes drop down to where her v neck has slid down, revealing the tips of the same, black lacy bra. I shift in my seat to alleviate the immediate tightening, and curse the effect she has on me.

 

When I look back up at her, I can see that she knows her action has had an effect. She looks incredibly satisfied with herself, and I feel the frustrated resentment bubble up.

 

“I’m sure he could.”

 

“What were you doing with this… someone?”

 

“What do you do with a partner on a Friday night, agent…?”

 

“Raizada.”

 

“Agent Raizada.”

 

“What I do on my Friday nights is none of your concern.”

 

She regards me with cool distance, and her eyes are steely when she responds.

 

“I was having sex.”

 

I grip the cool, steel table hard at her statement, completely thrown off by her candid admission. I hadn’t expected her to actually tell the truth about what she was doing.

 

“I was having really bad sex.”

 

Her addition makes my jaw drop, and my knuckles turn white with how hard I’m gripping the table. She raises an eyebrow, her gaze falling to my hands, and then looks back up at me calmly. She knows she’s unsettled me, and I hate the superiority in her eyes.

 

“Bad?”

 

She leans back, the front two feet of her chair rising up slightly above the ground.

 

“Yes. He didn’t really know how to give a woman pleasure. Too desperate, too fast.”

 

“This interview is over.”

 

I storm out of the room, and my colleagues give me an odd look as I walk out.

 

“I’m going out for lunch. Her alibi checks out. Let her go.”

-***-

 

I hear the door open as she walks in, and before she can do anything, I grab her wrist, spinning her into the door as I press her up against it. Her skirt flies around me with her hair, and I’m enveloped in the scent of cherries once more. The door slams shut, the sound echoing in the hallway.

 

I place my hand over her mouth to cut off the scream, and she looks up at me with shock as she squirms in my grasp.

 

“You’re working for yourself, aren’t you?”

 

She stills, and I lift my hand off her mouth, keeping my body pressed into hers.

 

“Don’t even try and deny it, Gupta.”

 

“You have no proof.”

 

“Really? I could show you the entire list of thefts supposedly attributed to you. Pretty impressive ones too, if the intel is right that you’re behind the Rembrandt theft that went cold. That’s why you were after my laptop, isn’t it?”

 

“You caught me in the wrong position.”

 

“You certainly need to be taught a lesson on lying, Gupta. Is that even your name?”

 

“Lying? My entire life is based off a lie, Raizada, if you’re correct. Where would you begin to teach me?”

 

“I know just where to start. What did you say I was? ‘Too desperate, too fast’?”

 

I grind my hips against her once, making sure she can feel my arousal as her eyes flutter shut.

 

“Y-yes.”

 

“I’ll just have to take you slowly then, won’t I?”

 

She sucks in a breath when I step away from her, wrapping her arms around herself.

 

“I’m going to wait until you’re trembling and begging for me to take you hard, right up against this door.”

 

Her eyes fly up to mine, and she shifts her legs, pressing them together. I drop my eyes down once, before meeting her tortured gaze again.

 

“You’re wet, aren’t you?”

 

She doesn’t say anything, biting her lip and looking away.

 

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. I move my lips down her cheek and across her jaw, trailing feather light kisses all over her face. I suck gently on her earlobe, watching in satisfaction as the goosebumps erupt on her arms.

 

“W-what are you- oh!”

 

Her question fades into a gasp as I sink my teeth into her neck, soothing the mark with my tongue. She grips my shoulders tightly, her nails digging in through my shirt. I blow a stream of cool air on the spot, which is already beginning to turn light purple.

 

Her breath comes out in ragged pants, and her lips are parted as she sinks into the door. I press my lips to her in a soft, slow kiss, pulling back to kiss her again and again until her lips are swollen and pouted.

 

My thumbs tease the peaks of her breast, and I bring my tongue to join my fingers. I drop between her legs, hiking up her skirt. Her simple, cotton panties are not what I expect, but they’re alluring as I shift the damp cloth to rub against her.

 

I avoid the sensitive tip, barely touching her as she writhes underneath me. My breath is cool against her, and she thrusts forward in surprise when she feels it. My tongue moves slowly, gently moving with my fingers. Her hips move desperately, trying to get relief from the ache.

 

My last name is a cry on her lips as she pleads with me to give her more. I finally brush my tongue against her, and she sobs in relief, her cries ringing in my ears. I give her more, my tongue moving slightly faster until she comes apart, nearly sliding down to the floor.

 

I lift her up as I stand, my hands pulling her legs around my waist. I drive into her with long, slow strokes, and her legs tighten around me. She’s almost trembling in my grasp, her body still shaking from the force of the peak.

 

“Raizada, please-”

 

“Please…?”

 

She gasps as I push in deep, her hands clutching my collar as she tugs me down into a fierce kiss. I increase my pace, and the doorknob jingles behind us as her hands rake down my back. I suckle on her pulse point, earning a low, guttural moan, her hips moving in tandem with mine.

 

I slow my pace torturously as I sense her approaching a peak once more, and she whimpers in despair, wiggling her hips as she tries to get the friction she desires.

 

“Say my name, Gupta.”

 

She shakes her head once, and I pull out, ignoring her cry of displeasure.

 

“Arnav. Say it.”

 

She gives me a single, smoldering look that drains all the blood from my head, and cries my name in a piercing scream just as I thrust into her, completely letting go.

 

I can’t even recognize my own groan of satisfaction, barely holding her up against the door as my knees threaten to give out. We sink down to the floor together, trembling and breathing heavily.

 

I lift her up and carry her to the bed, placing her on it gently. She curls up, her hands tightly entwined in mine. She tugs me towards her, and I lean in to hear her whisper, her voice husky.

 

“Best sex I’ve ever had, Raizada.”

 

I can’t stop the smirk that curves my lips as I step away, preparing to leave. My hand pauses on the doorknob, and I turn to look at her. Her gaze is slightly glassy, and our eyes meet.

 

I take a deep breath in, knowing I won’t regret my next words.

 

“Turn yourself in, and work with the me to help catch other thieves like you. You’re incredibly skilled at your job, and you’d be an invaluable resource because you know what they’re thinking.”

 

She laughs lightly, and I turn to leave, expecting her to turn me down.

 

“Would I get handcuffs?”

 

A chuckle escapes me, and I grin as I walk out of the door.

 

“Turn yourself in, and we’ll see about those handcuffs. All I ask is that you let me help you… break them in.”

-***-

 

Note: On a scale to Snape’s love for Neville to Snape’s love for Lilly, tell me what you thought. And to the person behind this, ab bolo- did I succeed?

Caper (mature)

“Mr. Smith, what a… pleasure to meet you.”

I trail my hand down his arm, grazing the tips of my french-manicured fingers against his upper arm. The lecherous man smiles at me with a wicked grin, and I have to swallow to keep the bile from coming up.

I can’t afford to ruin this operation to capture one of the most valuable pieces of diamond jewelry that exists, a large, sparkling ring that has had my attention for years.

Unfortunately, pulling this off involves flirting and seducing old, lustful men that can’t seem to keep their hands to themselves, since the jewel happens to be in this man’s pocket.

“Try to keep that turned on look off your face, Gupta.”

The sarcastic drawl comes through my ear, and I grit my teeth at his unneeded comments. My partner in crime happens to be a man, which means that he isn’t seducing the richest, most corrupt men in the world. That honor, goes to me.

I bat my eyelashes at Mr. Smith, slipping my leg out from the large slit that runs up my floor length dark red dress, revealing my well toned legs. I’m proud of them, and they’ve come from many hours of pain on the treadmill.

His eyes drop to my leg and trail up slowly, and I bite my lip hard to keep the shudder from going through me.

“You look like you’re in pain. You’re trying to seduce him, not horrify him.”

I giggle to Mr. Smith as I mentally curse Raizada, knowing that he gets to sit comfortably in our car as I attempt to recover the jewel. He’s probably secretly playing chess on his computer as he hacks the system, and I long to be out there with him.

But I’m stuck here.

My giggling seems to have worked, since he’s now wrapping an arm around my waist and caressing my bare back with fingers that stray a little too far. I shift uncomfortably, trying to keep myself as far from him as possible without arousing suspicion.

“It’s taking all of my control not to rip that dress off of your body and take you right there on the floor.”

I freeze as I hear his husky voice in my ear, dripping with lust. I think it’s a mistake, but then he continues, his voice crooning in my ear as I stand there, attempting to seduce the man standing next to me.

“You know what I would do to you, Khushi?”

I smile tightly at Mr. Smith as my heart thuds in my chest, his words ringing in my ears.

“I would sweep you up in my arms and drop you on the bed with soft, black silk sheets.”

My breathing quickens as his voice drops, washing over me like melted, thick chocolate.

“And then I would tug on that knot at the back of our dress, and I would cup your bare breasts, brushing my thumbs against the tips until you’re trembling underneath my touch.”

My hands grow clammy as the dress suffocates me, my breasts tightening in response to his words.

“I would take your breasts into my mouth, suckling on them until I have you moaning my name, begging me to bring my lips to that throb between your legs.”

I swallow, trying to focus on what Mr. Smith is saying, on the hand that is stroking my back, but I find that my brain is completely lost to the man whispering in my ear.

“I would pull the dress down, trailing my fingers down your stomach as the goosebumps erupt on your skin. I would tear that sinfully small, lacy red piece that covers you, that I know is damp with your desire.”

I know he can hear my heavy breathing that I’m desperately trying to control, and I know he knows that the red panties I slipped on earlier this evening are just as he described them.

“I would slip my fingers inside of you, first only one. I would thrust in slowly, and you would clench the silken sheets in your tight fists, trying not to let me see how much you want me. I’d slip another finger in, slowly rubbing the sensitive nub in gentle circles, waiting for you to arch and buck against my hands.”

Mr. Smith’s hand slides just barely into my dress, brushing against my stomach. I shift away from his prying fingers, the ache between my legs growing stronger as he shamelessly continues to tease me with his voice.

“You would sob into my shoulder, pleading with me to put you out of the sensual torture I’m inflicting on you, but I wouldn’t give in. Not until you’re wet and aching for me, until you’re gasping with pleasure and writhing underneath my body.”

I stumble, and the bubbly champagne sloshes out from the sides of the tall stemmed, crystal glass. Mr. Smith gives me another lecherous look, assuming that he is the reason for my fluster.

“And once you’re begging me to take you against the sheets, your voice coming out in passionate cries, I will finally thrust into you, and you’ll slide up against the headboard, grasping it for stability.”

Mr. Smith murmurs in my ear, proposing a tryst, but I can’t focus on him. My entire body is flushed with longing, my head dizzy with the force of his sensual assault.

“You’ll meet me stroke for stroke, your hips matching my every move. I would drop my lips to your breasts, taking them in my hot, wet mouth. And then when I come apart inside of you, you’ll scream my name, your fingers slipping off the rails of the headboard as I bring you to that peak, again and again.”

I struggle to control the heat pooling in my stomach, the feel of his hands ghosting over my naked skin.

“Now, get that ring so I can take you up against this damn car, right now.”

I sidle up to Mr. Smith, my hands sliding into his pocket as I search for the ring. He raises his eyebrows at me, his straying hands running up my side as I gag. My fingers close on the silvery, cool ring, and I pull it slowly out of his pocket.

“Mr. Smith, I need to make a trip to the lady’s room.”

I wink at him as I sashay away, clutching the ring in my palm as I slip outside into the cool night air.

I look for the sleek, black car, and my eyes rest on the man leaning against it, his arms crossed over his chest and the bluetooth in his ear.

His eyes devour my figure, burning my skin as they slide up me slowly, tracing my every curve. He tilts his head slightly, his eyes dark and questioning.

The ring glints in my hand, and a slight smile breaks his impassive face. I walk over to him, my dress swishing as I place my hands on his chest, stepping between his legs.

His Adam’s apple bobs as my hands slip down to unbuckle his belt, brushing pointedly against the zipper.

“I believe you owe me a reward for my work, Raizada.”

Note: James Bond movies are fantastic inspiration.

Quarrels (mature)

I collapse into the bed after finally getting Aarav and Keerthi to sleep, my head throbbing with the pain of a long day. The soft, cushiony pillows feel beautiful to my sore back, and I sink into the sheets contentedly.

 

On the TV, the football game blares softly in the background, and my husband sits next to me, typing away on his laptop. I snuggle into his side, wanting him to stroke my hair and put me into a deep slumber.

 

He bends down to kiss me lightly, and I willingly tilt my head up to meet him. He pulls away before pressing his lips to mine again, except this time, it’s a passionate, heady kiss that leaves my toes tingling.

 

He shuts his laptop and places it on the side table as he continues to kiss me, peppering kisses all over my face between long, tender kisses. My mouth opens as he rolls over, pinning me underneath him as his lips drop to my neck.

 

His hands caress my sides, brushing over my breasts lightly as he reaches for the hem of my shirt. He presses a warm kiss to the curve of my breast, lifting the t-shirt up my stomach.

 

Are the kids really asleep?

 

My brain wanders as he attempts to tug the shirt off of me, and I push him off of me just as he pulls it over my head. Snatching it from his hands, I pull it back onto my body, sliding on my slippers as I head out of the room.

 

“I need to go check if they’re really asleep.”

 

I can hear his frustrated sigh, and it stops me in my tracks as I whirl around. He’s gritting his teeth, clearly attempting to control his temper.

 

“What?”

 

I snap, my frayed nerves already on edge. His irritable expression sets me on the defensive, and I immediately know what’s coming next.

 

“Khushi, the kids are fine. You’ve checked on them five million times. Please, come to bed.”

 

“Arnav, the kids!”

 

“I know! I’m aware we have them. I helped with that too, remember?”

 

“Then why don’t you understand?”

 

He sighs, rubbing his forehead with his fingers as he sits up fully, turning to face me.

 

“Khushi, we haven’t had sex in what, six months now? Ever since Keerthi was born, we’ve turned into one of those couples that only has sex on national holidays. Oh, it’s July 4th! Let’s make some fireworks on our own!”

 

His sarcasm does not sit well with me, and I fight to keep this from blowing up into an even bigger argument.

 

This is one we’ve had time and time again in the last six months, and I can feel the tension in our marriage beginning to settle in. We had a passionate marriage, but after the birth of Keerthi, our life has revolved around endless beginner ballet lessons and TinyTots soccer practices.

 

At ages 5 and 4, Aarav and Keerthi keep me on my feet. By the end of the day, sex is the last thing on my mind. Arnav and I usually end up collapsing into bed, falling asleep to some random flop movie from the 80s.

 

When we do have sex, it turns into a chore, with the standard vanilla positions that neither of us are completely satisfied with.

 

I take a deep breath in, and prepare to end this argument for once and for all.

 

“Fine. How about we make a deal?”

 

I see the familiar glint in his eyes, and I have to remind myself that I’m negotiating with a skilled businessman.

 

“A deal?”

 

“If you can seduce me within the week, you’re allowed to ask me for anything you want in bed for the next week.”

 

“Month.”

 

“2 weeks. I am not giving up control for any longer.”

 

“Done. Anything?”

 

“Anything.”

 

“And what happens if I lose?”

 

“You let up on this argument for a while.”

 

I see the wheels turning in his head, and he gazes at me calculatingly. After a few minutes, he sticks out his hand, and we shake on it.

 

“Done.”

 

I nod tightly, and slip into our bed. The silken sheets feel cold, and I find myself wondering if I’ve done the right thing.

 

His hot breath washes over my ear as he leans over, his end-of-the-day stubble brushing the side.

 

“Just in case you’ve forgotten, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, I never lose a bet.”

-***-

 

For the next week, I’m constantly on edge. My nerves are on fire, anticipating his seduction that I know will have me tingling with need.

 

But it never comes.

 

He remains frustratingly aloof, and even goes off for a business trip for three days, leaving me with the kids and yet another round of obnoxious ballet music ringing in my ears. My voice goes hoarse from cheering for Aarav as Keerthi sucks on her apple juice at my side.

 

And he isn’t there for any of it.

 

My anger knows no bounds by Saturday night. With just one day left for the bet, I’m shocked that he’s willing to give this argument up so easily.

 

Does he not want me anymore? Am I not desirable?

 

I know I’m not as slim as I used to be, with the weight of my pregnancies giving me an irritating muffin top when I attempt to wear sexy panties. I’m by no means out of shape, but I do look like I’ve mothered two kids.

 

Does he want… someone else?

 

My mind goes everywhere as I step into our darkened room for the night, a heavy weight settling on my heart. I’m only wearing his white button down shirt that falls to my knees, the one I wear whenever he’s out of town. His smell lingers on me, and relaxes me temporarily.

 

I’m about to reach for the switch when a hand grabs my wrist and thrusts me against the door, slamming it shut.

 

I open my mouth to scream when a silky cloth covers my eyes, a large hand pressing across my mouth to keep me silent.

 

“Shut up Khushi, it’s just me. You’ll wake the kids.”

 

I whimper and grope in the darkness, finding the familiar body of my husband standing in front of me. I recognize the stubble as my hands stroke across his face, tracing the contours. He groans when my fingers brush across his lips, and pulls my hand off of him.

 

I realize I’m angry at him and smack him hard across the chest.

 

“What the hell was that for?! You could have- you scared me! What if it had been someone else? Then what would I-”

 

He silences me with a punishing, deep kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth as he presses me into the door. My head feels light, and it takes all of my strength to shove him off of me as I try to maintain my anger.

 

“I’m not done! Don’t think you can just- mmph!”

 

He wraps another cloth around my mouth, effectively cutting off anything I would have said. He picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder against my incoherent mumbling from underneath the gag, placing me in the middle of the bed.

 

“Not one more word.”

 

The commanding tone in his voice silences me, and he takes my wrists in his hands. He lifts my arms over my head, pinning them to the headboard. I feel cool silk against my wrists, and I open my mouth to scream again in horror.

 

“I said, not one more word.”

 

I wriggle my hands, trying to move them, but find that I’m tied to the bed. I can’t see or talk, and I realize that I’m entirely at his mercy.

 

“Now that we’ve taken care of that…”

 

He trails off, and I twist my head towards his voice. I can hear clothing dropping to the ground, and my heart thuds in my chest in anticipation of what’s coming next.

 

“I’m going to make you beg, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada.”

 

My heart drops to my stomach as I finally realize what he’s planning to do with me. His husky, seductive voice makes my head spin, and I feel the heat pool in my lower stomach.

 

I know Arnav is incredibly skilled at slow, burning seduction from my own experience, and I know it will take all of my energy to resist his endeavor.

 

“Now, can I open the gag, or are you planning to scream some more?”

 

I shake my head in the negative, and he undoes the gag, but immediately covers my lips with his. His lips are insistent, and his tongue brushes my bottom lip over and over again, asking for entrance. I open my mouth and give in to the comforting sensation of him.

 

His lips are hard and demanding, taking everything and giving nothing. He suddenly pulls away, leaving me aching for more.

 

“I think… this has to go.”

 

He reaches for the buttons of the shirt, unbuttoning them painfully slowly. His finger follows the trail of buttons, slowly dragging against my sensitive skin. I hear his groan of approval when he finds that I’m wearing nothing underneath it, completely bared to his roving eyes.

 

My body is on edge, and I feel the deep loss of control as he leans away from me. The warmth of his hands are just inches away from my skin. I arch my back in anticipation, begging for his touch without words.

 

He indulges me, cupping my breasts in his hands and kneading them gently. His lips brush over the tips, making me gasp in shock and pleasure. He takes full advantage of my immobility, tauntingly suckling on my breasts as the peaks tighten under his assault.

 

He caresses my body relentlessly, pressing kisses everywhere. His mouth is warm, his tongue teasing as he licks the gentle curve of my hip. His lips coast over the heavy skin that hangs in my belly, bestowing a soft kiss on the area.

 

“You’re even more beautiful now, Khushi.”

 

The reverent tone in his voice nearly melts my resolve, and my hands long to pull him close, into a long, deep kiss.

 

But he has other ideas, and I shiver when he brings his mouth to where I’m craving him the most, blowing cool air against me.

 

I writhe against him, trying to alleviate the trembling, punishing pressure he has built up within me. He takes his time, slowly pressing his mouth to me in a gentle kiss, and I strain to keep myself from crying out from the sensations swirling around me. My hands ache to bury themselves in his hair and pull him to me, but I’m bound by the silk ties.

 

I feel him move away from me, and I bite down on my lip to keep myself from whimpering in displeasure.

 

I hear him move, and then I feel him pressed against me. He’s barely there, but my nerve endings are attuned to every miniscule move he makes, and it makes me wiggle my hips, trying to get him closer. My movements only make the tortuous ache stronger, and I almost whine with the unfairness of it all.

 

“What do you want me to do, Khushi?”

 

His voice is laden with lust, and I can hear that he’s straining to keep himself from burying into me.

 

He thrusts into me once, a long, gentle stroke that sets me on fire.

 

I shake my head, refusing to answer him.

 

“Do you want me to thrust into you right now, fast and hard, until I have you screaming my name?”

 

I hear an unknown squeak come out of my mouth as I turn my head away from his lips, which are trailing light kisses up my jawline.

 

“Or… would you prefer if I took you in long, slow strokes until you’re trembling underneath me?”

 

He strokes himself up me once more, and I shudder with the feelings. No matter how much I writhe, I can’t get rid of the taunting throb, and I know I’ll have to give in.

 

It’s only a matter of when.

 

“Tell me, Khushi, what do you want?”

 

“I want you to fuck me, Arnav.”

 

My voice comes out in a sob, and I have no shame in begging for him to take me right then and there.

 

“As you wish, Khushi.”

 

He plunges into me, and I cry out, arching my back. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him as he continues to thrust into me.

 

Just as the sensations begin to spiral, he slows down, kissing me tenderly. My legs slide around his waist, and I press myself against him as much as I can, my slick body melding against his.

 

We both come with a crash, and he collapses against me in exhaustion. He unties the silk and reaches around me to pull the blindfold off, and I’m momentarily surprised by the soft light that bathes our room as my eyes adjust.

 

The look of adoration in his eyes remind me why I married him, and I realize that I’ve missed him desperately this last week. I haven’t enjoyed not having him by my side every night to hold me close, to throw my legs over his body and hog all the pillows blankets.

 

I gently kiss him again, running my hands through his hair as he sighs into my mouth.

 

“I love you, you know.”

 

He smiles wickedly, his eyes glinting teasingly as his hands slide along my naked skin.

 

“Is that surrender?”

 

I roll my eyes, smiling as I admit defeat. I’m more than willing to be at his mercy for two weeks- after all, I signed up for life when I married him, and two weeks are hardly anything.

 

He pulls me in closer as my eyes droop, cradling my body against his own.

 

“By the way, I love you too.”

 

Note: This oneshot was inspired by this article, which I came across on my daily romp through the New York Times