In Pencil

For A and S.

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She tossed her long hair over her shoulder, her head thrown back in laughter at something her friend said. Her eyes were crinkled at the corners, her cheeks full with happiness as she fell forward, her shoulders shaking. The world seemed to move in slow motion when she was around, a perfect encapsulation of her own name.

 

She was here every day, sitting in the same seat with her friend. He wasn’t entirely sure of her friend’s name, but he knew hers.

 

Khushi.

 

His heart skipped a beat.

 

He abruptly tore his gaze away, faintly disgusted with himself for how utterly ‘romantic-comedy’ he was being right now. He shook his head, turning back to the sketchpad sitting in front of him.

 

His hand moved freely, sweeping lines across the page with his pencil, his lower lip drawn between his teeth. He leaned back briefly to examine his work, before moving to shade one of the curves.

 

“Arnav!” Arnav jumped at the voice, slamming the book shut. He glanced up to see Akash approaching, his gaze narrowing. Akash settled himself next to Arnav, raising an eyebrow. “What were you doing?”

 

“Studying.” He said, hoping his voice didn’t sound too unsteady. Akash regarded him for a moment before shrugging casually, not pushing the matter any further.

 

“Look man, I have tickets to the basketball game tonight. You coming?” Akash asked, fiddling with one of Arnav’s pens. Arnav resisted the urge to snatch his pen out of his cousin’s hands, barely suppressing his irritation.

 

He glanced at Khushi, who was still sitting with her friend. She was gesturing animatedly, her long earrings swinging as she shook her head. He forced his gaze back to Akash, shaking his head.

 

“Uh… I think I’ll stay here. I’ve got a midterm to study for.” He said, fiddling with the edges of his sketchbook.

 

Akash stared at him for a moment. He followed Arnav’s gaze to where it had been, his mouth pulling up into a smirk.

 

“Really? Khushi Gupta?”

 

Arnav’s cheeks felt hot and he looked away from Akash, rolling his eyes. “Just because I was looking in her general direction?” He asked, hating the telling note in his voice.

 

“Well done.” Akash said dryly. “Although, I think her friend is prettier. Payal Krishnan.” He gestured lightly at her with his head. Arnav glanced at her, slightly relieved to finally have a name for the friend.

 

“How do you know her?”

“Payal? She’s in my dorm.”

 

Arnav made a noise of agreement, still focused on Payal’s friend. He couldn’t help but admire her vibrancy, the ease with which she seemed to bubble with happiness.

 

Akash watched his cousin, feeling a touch of pity for Arnav. Someone like Khushi Gupta ran in entirely different circles from them.

 

“But hey, Khushi Gupta and Payal Krishnan are… not exactly in our league, are they?” He said lightly, trying to soften the situation.

 

Arnav smiled ruefully, knowing Akash was right. He drew his gaze away from Khushi, turning back to Akash with a shake of his head. “ Yeah… so what were you saying about that football game?” He asked, changing the topic. Akash immediately brightened, waxing lyrical about their starting forward.

 

Arnav reluctantly packed up. He hated to leave his sketches halfway, but he couldn’t have Akash suspecting that he…

 

He glanced over his shoulder at her, trying to commit her to memory. His gaze caught a deep hazel just as she looked up from the textbook, her eyes widening in surprise. They froze for a split second before her face relaxed into a small smile.

 

He felt Akash touch his shoulder and turned around, wondering if he had imagined it.

 

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“Arnav?” He turned around, hearing his supervisor’s voice behind him. He gave Noah a smile as the rest of the class filed out around him, shooting him glares as he pushed back through.

 

“Yeah, Noah?” He struggled not to glance over obviously to the woman standing by his side.

 

“Khushi would like some extra tutoring.” Arnav took the chance to look over at Khushi, who was standing with her lips pressed into a thin line by his supervisor’s side. “You’re listed as the only person who can tutor Math 375.”

 

Arnav swallowed nervously, nodding. “Of course.” The supervisor nodded, and then walked away, leaving Khushi and Arnav to stare at each other. Khushi shifted from foot to foot awkwardly. He could see that she was embarrassed, her cheeks tinged with pink.

 

He directed a smile at Khushi, who didn’t smile back. “Take a seat.” He said, gesturing to the chair beside him. She dropped her backpack down, sinking into the seat. They sat awkwardly for a couple of minutes, unsure as to what to say.

 

Arnav cleared his throat. “Hi. I’m Arnav. I’m a sophomore, I’m studying computer and electrical engineering.” He said, sticking out his hand.

 

She sighed heavily, reluctantly taking it. “Khushi. I’m a freshman, I’m studying political science. And I really don’t want to be here right now.”

 

“I hadn’t guessed.” Arnav deadpanned.

 

She didn’t laugh.

 

He exhaled a quick breath, forcing a smile back onto his face. “So… political science. Why Math 375?”

 

“I thought it would be interesting. And I like math. Or I did until this class.” She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back.

 

She was wearing black jeans paired with a thin striped white shirt and a deep maroon blazer, her long hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Her bright pink backpack seemed out of place with her attire, something so sophisticated worn with that.

 

Arnav nodded slowly. “So what’s the issue with this class in particular?”

 

“I hate theory. I don’t know why I took this fucking class.” Arnav choked on his sip of water when she swore, all of his blood rushing south. He adjusted himself in his seat, running a hand through his hair.

 

Fuck, that was hot.

 

She hastily glanced up at him, bright spots of pink blooming on her cheeks. “Um… sorry, I didn’t mean to swear. I curse like a sailor.”

 

Arnav smiled ruefully, shrugging. “No harm done. I-”

 

“Wouldn’t have expected it? Yeah, I know, I look like the prissy sheltered girl.” Khushi snapped, far too defensively. Arnav’s mouth snapped shut. There was a tense silence.

 

“Actually, I was going to say that I swear like a sailor too.” He said quietly, pinning her under a deep caramel gaze. Khushi looked up, embarrassment flooding her cheeks. She gave him a small smile, relaxing.

 

“I’m sorry. I just… people always underestimate me, you know? I’m not… I’m not stupid.” She said, bitterness lacing the last couple of words. She fell silent, and then looked up, her eyes blazing. “And I don’t need a tutor. I can figure this out myself.”

 

Arnav didn’t say anything. Khushi slouched back in the chair, a scowl on her face as she looked away. He regarded her for a long moment, watching as she twisted the cap on her pen.

 

“Alright. We don’t have to tutor.” He said, shrugging. Her eyes snapped to his, widening in surprise. “But… we can study together. For the class.” His gaze was sharp as he waited for her reaction.

 

She pressed her lips together, and swallowed audibly. “Alright.” She said quietly, turning to him with wary eyes. A shadow of a smile crossed over his face, and he pulled out his textbook.

 

“So… would you like to study Math 375 with me?” He asked. She looked up at him incredulously, opening her mouth to argue. But the amusement flickering behind his eyes stopped her, and she found herself restraining laughter instead.

 

She bit her lip, nodding as she pulled out the textbook.

 

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Khushi snuck a glance at him out of her peripheral vision. He was leaning back on two legs of the chair, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he studied the book in front of him. He pushed his glasses up his nose, shaking his head to dispel the lock of hair that had fallen onto his forehead.

 

He was wearing a plaid shirt in an ugly yellow and black, the cuffs rolled up to reveal his forearms, smudged with the pencil he had been working with. He had an atrocious sense of style, but there was something… endearing about it.

 

She could just reach over and brush that hair off of his forehead and…

 

She sucked in a sharp breath, willing her mind to focus on the triple integrals in front of her. There was no way he would be interested in a girl like her. She just wasn’t… his type.  

 

It had been three months since he had been… studying with her, and she couldn’t deny that it had helped. Immensely.

 

He had a way of explaining concepts that just made them easy to understand. And there was the fact that his voice was like rich chocolate, melting her through as she listened to him.

 

She snuck another glance at him, watching as his pencil moved across the page with ease. He was sketching something, as he always did when she was working on a problem set he had given her.

 

She had never seen him without that sketchbook. He never used colors, only his pencil, sometimes flying across the page and sometimes lingering as he bent forward to meticulously add details. His glasses inevitably slid down his nose and he would push them up, running a hand through his unruly hair.

 

Damn it. She really needed to focus on these problems.

 

Shaking her head to clear it, she turned her gaze back down to the endless stream of Greek letters, trying fruitlessly to focus.

 

He subtly glanced at her profile. He barely needed to look down at his paper as he sketched the little upturn of her nose, skimming down to the curve of her neck. His eyes dropped lower and he suddenly felt the need to avert his gaze.

 

He looked down at his paper, a deep tug in his groin as he sketched the fabric. He took a deep breath as he drew the gentle curve the fabric swept dangerously low over, drawing her hands fisted in the cloth.

 

There was something about her that refused to let him draw anything… more, as he had occasionally done of other subjects. She was different.

 

He looked up, and met her gaze. His hand stopped working, his gaze locked on hers. His eyes were darker than she had ever seen them, glinting behind his glasses. They sent tremors of pleasant heat through her, blood rushing through her veins as he stared at her.

 

She swallowed, the heat pooling in her stomach as his gaze lingered.

 

He blinked, color rising up his cheeks as he tore his gaze away. He cleared his throat. “So… how are the uh… problems going?” He asked, giving his head a shake as he pulled her notebook towards him.

 

“They’re fine. This stuff is similar to second semester calculus, it’s not that difficult.” She said, her voice huskier than she had intended it to be. She saw his gaze flick up towards her and then back down again, stopping on her lips.

 

He squinted as he looked at one of the problems, leaning closer. “What region are you integrating over? And where is your sketch of this one?” He asked. She leaned in closer to look and he nearly groaned, the heady scent of her driving him crazy. She pointed to a tiny figure in the corner. His eyes followed her hand, suddenly envisioning them wrapped around that fabric, loosening slowly as she would…

 

Shit. He really needed to control himself.

 

“The front of that figure right there.”

 

He leaned closer, laughter in his voice as he spoke. “Seriously? That’s your figure? It’s tiny, how on Earth do you see anything in that?”

 

She glowered, unamused by his teasing. He always made fun of her for her atrocious handwriting, forever harping on her to draw bigger figures. “I can see it just fine. It’s right there!” She said, stabbing at the paper with her finger.

 

“Really?” He drawled, his voice infuriatingly amused.

 

She looked up at him to snap back but the words died on her lips when she realized just how close they were sitting. She could see the little scar above his eyebrow, the indentation on his nose where his glasses sat. He was so close, far too close.

 

Awareness crept in, making her skin tingle as she caught the unnamable flicker in his eyes. She tilted her head up, her limbs heavy as their noses remained just millimeters apart. She moved closer, her eyes dropping down to his lips as she turned more fully towards him, brushing up against-

 

Thunk.

 

They sprung apart as if they had been burned, her calculator falling to the floor. He expelled a breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he hastily turned away from her. He could see the deep red spread across her cheeks as she picked her calculator up, her lips pressed together.

 

He fingered the edge of his sketchbook, closing his eyes in frustration. He would never be able to forget the way her hazel eyes darkened as she looked up at him, the little gold flecks at the edges brighter than ever as her lips parted sensuously.

 

He was going to be sketching for hours.

 

He thought dourly. He had hoped his sketching would have put an end to this ridiculous infatuation with her.

 

“What do you sketch?” Her voice interrupted his thoughts. He froze, his heart tightening nervously.

 

“Um… just… things I see.” He said vaguely, hoping she would drop the subject. Her eyes lit up in interest, and he cursed mentally.

 

“Like people?”

 

“Ah… yeah, sometimes.” He said. She leaned back quietly, and he realized he wanted to tell her more, ignoring the warnings in his brain telling him it was getting too close. “It sounds creepy but…” He said sheepishly, “people are interesting subjects.” He finished.

 

She smiled. “They are. I love studying people. Their interactions are fascinating.”

 

He nodded, their gazes meeting. The silence surrounding them was comfortable, and neither of them wanted to break it. He sighed, reluctantly glancing at the clock.

 

“I should go. I promised Akash I would be back to watch the basketball game with him.”

 

Khushi nodded, helping him collect the various items they had spread across the table as they worked. She handed him things as he put them into his bag. She hesitated before picking up his sketchbook to hand to him.

 

“Your sketchbook too?” She asked.

 

“Yeah, hand me that too. I can’t seem to find my favorite pen…” He muttered, glancing around the table. She picked the sketchbook up, but a paper slid out of it, fluttering onto the floor. She bent down to pick it up, finding his pen on the ground with it.

 

“I found it.” She called from underneath the table. But she stilled when she turned the paper over, her heart freezing. The rush of blood in her head seemed entirely too loud in her ears as she stared at it.

 

It was a sketch of her, dressed in nothing but a blanket that fell strategically around her body. It was clutched in her fist, her hair tumbling around her shoulder in loose waves. She had her lip pulled between her teeth, her eyes wide as she looked up at someone.

 

Him.

 

She could scarcely breathe, the image making her furious while unexpected warmth spread through her. She let out a shaky breath, looking up from the image to see him duck out from underneath the table with a smile, his glasses slightly crooked.

 

He adjusted them and walked up to her, reaching for the pen she silently handed to him. His brow furrowed in confusion, slightly taken aback by her suddenly cool demeanor.

 

“Is this one of your drawings?” She asked, her voice deathly quiet as she handed the paper to him.

 

He stiffened, his heart pounding in his chest as he took the paper from her hands. He swallowed nervously, his mouth drying as he glanced down at it. He closed his eyes, pressing his lips together.

 

Shit.

 

He looked back up at her, her expression unreadable as she stared at him.

 

“Yes.” He said quietly.

 

“Why?” She asked. He remained silent. “Why would you do this to me? What on earth possessed you to draw… this, this picture of me?! Why the fuck would you do this to me, Arnav?” She asked, her voice trembling.

 

“I- I don’t understand. Is this some sort of game? Did someone put you up to drawing this? Are you selling these? Why the fuck- why would you do this, Arnav?” She asked, anger punctuating every word. He stayed quiet.

 

“Why would you do this?!” She asked again, shoving at him. He grabbed her wrist as she spun around to leave, whirling her back towards him. She breathed heavily, forced to tilt her head up to look at him.

 

“Because I like you!” His voice was a whisper but it was as if he had yelled it, frustration lacing his words. “I can’t stop thinking of you! You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re funny and you’re so damn addictive.”

 

Her eyes widened in surprise but he wasn’t done, continuing. “I can’t… I can’t think straight around you. You drive me absolutely nuts, and this… this was the only way I could…” He broke off, struggling to find words to explain. She stared at him, completely stunned.

 

His grip loosened around her wrist, and he took a step back. They looked at each other for a long moment, tension crackling in the air.

 

“No one has ever seen these. They’re mine.” He said quietly, his voice almost defeated. “I’m… sorry. I never intended for…” He trailed off, and then shook his head. “I’m sorry.” He said simply.

 

She didn’t say anything, not meeting his gaze. He regarded her quietly and then gave a slight nod of his head, turning to pick his backpack up.

 

“Arnav.”

 

He froze, turning slowly back around. She walked up to him, tilting her head up until their lips were a whisper apart. Her eyelids were heavy, and she could feel his sharp intake of breath as she stood just millimeters away from him.

 

They stood like that for a heavy moment before he slowly leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. She sighed into the kiss, lacing her arms around his neck as she pulled him closer.

 

They reluctantly broke the kiss, breathing heavily. His forehead leaned against hers for a moment, his eyes darker than she had ever seen them. A spark of intent glimmered in them, and his hands cupped her face, tilting her head up to take her lips in a searing kiss.

 

A moan vibrated in his throat as her tongue swept across his bottom lip, her hands tugging at his hair. He backed her up against the bookcase in the corner, relishing in the quiet sighs that spilled from her lips. His lips left hers to trail across her jaw, placing infuriatingly light kisses all the way up to the base of her ears.

 

His head dipped lower, his teeth grazing her collarbone as he cupped her breast through her shirt. She arched up into him, pulling his head up for a deep kiss. Her eyes were drugged with want, and she murmured his name, her hands reaching for his belt.

 

He laughed huskily as she fumbled with it, finally tugging it off with a curse word. He bent down for another kiss, smiling against her lips as they pulled away so she could take off his glasses. Goosebumps erupted on her skin as he pressed hot kisses across the expanse of her skin revealed by the unbuttoning of her shirt.

 

His hands slid down to the edge of her skirt, and he met her gaze, silently asking her if it was okay. She nodded, leaning in for a soft kiss. His hands slid up her thighs and she shivered when she felt the heat of his palms against her bare skin. His fingers slowly slid into her, and she gasped his name, her eyelids fluttering shut. He gently thrust them back in, his eyes darkening as her head fell back in pleasure, her lips parted.

 

He fumbled with his wallet, rolling on a condom quickly. She laughed huskily when he cursed, but it quickly turned into a moan when he kissed her deeply. He lifted her legs around his waist, thrusting in a smooth stroke. They stayed there for a moment, and her fingers ghosted across the scar just above his eyebrow.

 

He slowly began to move, burying his head in the crook of her neck. She bit her lip, her breath coming out in shuddering gasps. He whispered her name against her skin, lifting his head to take her lips in a drugging kiss.

 

His movements grew uncontrolled as their pleasure grew, her nails indenting his skin. She lifted her hips to match his thrusts, straining towards that elusive peak. Her legs tightened around him as she murmured his name thickly, her head falling back.

 

“Please.” Her voice was hoarse with need. He struggled to maintain the last strands of control, thrusting deeply as he tilted her face up to capture her lips in a heated kiss, their tongues tangling together.

 

“Look at me.” He murmured, pulling back. Her eyes snapped open, hazy with desire. His control shattered and he slammed into her, coming apart just as she clenched around him, his name a low cry on her lips. She shuddered with pleasure, gasping.

 

He braced himself against the wall, breathing heavily. He turned his face to press a gentle kiss to her lips. She deepened in, sighing softly.

 

They adjusted their clothing, relieved that they were in a secluded location in the library, late at night. She leaned into him, smiling against his lips as she ran her finger over the rim of his glasses.

 

“They’re crooked.” She murmured, straightening them.

 

“Mm.” She fingered the top button of his shirt, looking up at him through her lashes. His face grew serious as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

 

“I’m sorry, Khushi, I didn’t mean-”

 

“I know.” She said softly, cutting him off. He nodded, relief showing on his face.

 

She tilted her head up, still playing with the top button, her expression inscrutable. “But… if you really want to make it up to me… you could show me the other sketches and maybe… we could make sure they’re… accurate.” He caught the wicked glint in her eyes, not fooled by the innocence in her voice.

 

“I guess I could arrange that.” He said, kissing her as he lifted her on to the table.

 

She hummed in pleasure, sliding back on the table as she whispered huskily in his ear.

 

“Apology accepted.”

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Note: Long time, no BTD! Sorry about the er, dry spell. The… descriptive sketching was inspired by a romance novel, a fanfic, and a touch of real life. I hope you enjoyed it, and as always, please do let me know what you think with a like or a comment. 

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Love always,

Choti

Bura Nahi Lagta (mature)

“Jiji, humein kapde toh badalne do na.”

 

He opened his mouth to correct her assumption, but decided against it seeing her furrowed brow. He could tell that she was confused by his behavior earlier, by his choice to dance with her like that.

 

His eyes swept over the large expanse of skin that was exposed by her blouse, the dark green fabric contrasting with her pale skin. He knew what would happen if he trailed his fingers across that skin. He could practically feel the goosebumps erupt, see her biting her lip in a failed effort to hold her pleasure back.

 

He felt the pull of desire, the curl in his stomach that had been ignited by that dance.

 

Not that he needed to dance with her for her to affect him.

 

He had realized a long time ago that Khushi Kumari Gupta could show up in those pom poms and she would still make him crazy with need.

 

“Samajhte kya hain apne aap ko. Humein faraq nahi padtha! Unhe shaayad-”

 

She broke off, her eyes widening in horror as she finally caught a glimpse of him leaning against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips.

 

She was just as affected as he was.

 

“Koi faraq nahi padtha toh ruk kyun gayi?”

 

He saw her swallow nervously, averting her gaze.

 

“Kya hua? Chup kyun ho gayi?”

 

“A-aap?”

 

He pushed himself off of the doorframe, walking towards her. He saw the shock in her eyes, and relished the way she nervously stumbled backwards.

 

“Tum itna dar kyun rahi ho? Main tumhe kha thodi jaunga.”

 

The innuendo wasn’t lost on her, and she flushed deeply, her gaze focused on the ground as he forced her closer to the mirror.

 

Her hands clenched in his hair, holding him in place as he placed kisses up her thigh…

 

Her sharp intake of breath told him she was remembering the same moment, and he felt the slow smile spread across his face. He pushed her further back towards the mirror, glancing down at her hands, which were fisting in the fabric.

 

“Tum hamesha peeche kyun jaati ho?”

 

“Kyunki a-aap ha-hamesha aage aate h-hain?”

 

There was a poignant silence as they stared at each other, his eyes raking over her body as she leaned closer to the mirror. She closed her eyes in anticipation, awaiting what she knew was next.

 

“Ab time waste karna band karo, aur jaldi neeche aa jao. Sab wait kar rahe hain.”

 

Her eyes flew open in surprise as he stepped away abruptly.

 

That was all? He wasn’t going to- stop it, Khushi! Buaji would use you to fuel the fire for the havan if she kenw what you were thinking.

 

He saw the surprise cross her face, mingling with displeasure that she hastened to hide. He turned to leave, watching out of the corner of his eye as she placed a hand over her heart.

 

She looked up when he strode back towards her, his hand reaching for the clip in her hair. His eyes focused on the hair that tumbled down her back, just the way he liked it.

 

Especially when that hair was fanned out across his white sheets, or falling around his face as she leaned over him with a teasing smile.

 

“Ab theekh hai.”

 

She reached a hand up to her hair, touching the loose locks.

 

“Waise yeh rang tum pe…”

 

He trailed off, shamelessly letting his gaze wander over her figure.

 

“Itna bhi bura nahi lagta. Lekin-”

 

She loooked up in surprise, waiting for his next statement. He stepped closer, leaning in to murmur in her ear.

 

“It would look better on the floor.”

 

Her mouth fell open in an ‘o’, and he took advantage of her temporary paralysis, swiftly undoing the pin holding her pallu in place. She gasped, clutching it to her chest as her eyes shot up to his.

 

He slowly undid her fist from the pallu, gathering the fabric into his hands. He tugged lightly, the folds easily coming loose from the petticoat as the fabric pooled on the ground beside him.

 

He lifted his hand to her ears, removing the last of her jewelry as he gently took them out, placing them on the dresser.

 

She turned away from him, failing to realize that he could see everything in the mirror. He slid his hand along her stomach, mimicking his movements from earlier as she took in a shuddering breath.

 

“Arnav, yeh-”

 

She ended in a moan of pleasure as he placed his lips at the base of her neck, suckling and nibbling at the skin. His hand toyed with the thread holding her petticoat up, slowly beginning to unravel the knot.

 

His lips dragged across her shoulders, moving closer and closer to the bow that held her blouse together. She squirmed, trying to alleviate the pressure building in her as his teeth grasped the dori, undoing it with a sharp tug.

 

Her hands went up to clutch the blouse to her chest as his other hand snapped open the brooch, before trailing down her spine slowly.

 

“Arnav, please- oh!”

 

Her hands fell away from her chest as her petticoat dropped to the ground, his nimble fingers slipping underneath the soaked green lace and between the wet folds.

 

“You’re wearing it.”

 

He murmured in her ear, pulling at the lobe with his teeth as she bucked her hips against his palm, his fingers slowly pumping in and out.

 

“I-”

 

She bit down on her lip sharply as he took the sensitive peak between his fingers, rubbing in slow circles. She writhed against him, begging him to bring her to the release she was craving.

 

He abruptly slipped his fingers out of her, stepping away from her. Her eyes opened, murky with need, her cheeks tinged a deep pink. She struggled to catch her breath, her fingers shaking.

 

“You can’t just-”

 

She broke off, unable to finish the sentence. He saw her blush darken when she realized she was ready to beg him to fuck her, her eyes flitting about the room.

 

“I can’t just? Everyone is waiting, Khushi. I think we should go.”

 

Her eyes flashed angrily, and she stepped forward, pushing him towards the wall.

 

“How dare you? You can’t just- leave me like this!”

 

“Can’t I, Khushi?”

 

“I-”

 

He flipped them around so he was pinning her to the wall, his hard length pressed against her. She pressed her lips together, determined to not give him what he was asking her to do.

 

He ground his hips into her, allowing her to feel him. He lifted his fingers, pulling at the stiff peaks of her breasts through the thin lace bra he had given her, running his thumbs along the edge. Her eyes closed as a breathless moan escaped her, her small hands blindly reaching for his belt.

 

“Do you want me to… make you come, Khushi?”

 

He kissed the base of her ear, tugging the zipper of his pants down as he kicked them away. She could feel him rubbing against her through the flimsy lace, and struggled to control herself.

 

“Please.”

 

Her voice was thick, and he finally gave in, slamming himself into her. She buried her face against his shoulder as he lifted her legs around his waist, his hands cupping her ass as he thrust deep inside of her.

 

She could see their entwined figures in the mirror, his back strained as he pounded into her. Her heels dug into his skin, her cries muffled against his shoulder. She clutched him to her tightly as his hand moved up to cup her face, tilting it towards him to press a heated kiss to her lips.

 

Her head spun as he lifted her slightly, driving into her again and again. He forced himself to slow down, her muted cry nearly breaking his self control.

 

“Look at me, Khushi.”

 

She shook her head against his shoulder, and he thrust into her once, before pulling out until he was just barely lodged in her.

 

“Khushi.”

 

He could feel her writhing against him, the throbbing ache torturing her. She raised her eyes to meet his, her eyes glassy and swirling with a desire reserved for him.

 

He pulled her hips sharply into his, driving himself deep as she clenched around him, sobbing his name. Her voice made his head spin with pounding need , and he came apart with a low groan, barely holding her up against the wall.

 

He placed her legs on the ground shakily, still trying to steady himself. He turned around to give her privacy, as she undid the bra, slipping on the blouse she was supposed to change into.

 

It didn’t seem right to watch her change, even after what they had just shared.

 

“Sab wait kar rahe hain. Jaldi aa jao.”

 

He strode out of the room, trying to tame his racing pulse.

 

He had realized today that it was no longer just about the explosive physical chemistry between them.

 

Perhaps it never really had been just that.

 

*********

 

He glanced across the room, seeing Khushi step out. She looked stunning, and it took all of his strength to not pull her behind a pillar and take her again.

 

“Inti der kyun laga di? Kya hua?”

 

Payal’s soft, worried voice floated across the room, and he watched as Khushi smiled nervously, shaking her head.

 

And just as he had expected, she raised her eyes to meet his gaze, awareness creeping into them. A smirk curved his lips, and her eyes widened in horror.

 

Don’t you dare-

 

He raised a hand to his ear, watching as she mimicked his motion, her brow furrowing in confusion. Her brow cleared in understanding, a blush filling her face as she recalled just why she wasn’t wearing earrings.

 

She lifted her eyes back to him, and he gave her an imperceptible nod. His heart sped up at the small, secretive smile that played at the edge of her lips, her hair falling forward to cover the empty earlobe.

 

She accepted her win gracefully, smiling and nodding at all the congratulations. Her smile faded slightly when she felt his burning gaze, her grip tightening around the statue of a dancing Shiva.

 

Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, she mouthed a quiet ‘shukriya’, before hastily averting her gaze.

 

She could have sworn that he had winked.

*********

Note: In honor of the (in)famous undoing of the dori, the fish, and the stars. 

Assassin (Both Parts)

“When was the last time you engaged in sexual activity?”

 

“…”

 

“Four months?”

 

“Six months?”

 

“It’s been a while.”

 

“It seems as if… she’s distant.”

 

“I’m distant? It feels as if he’s distant.”

 

They looked over at each other, before looking away. Lavanya shook her head, looking down at the list of questions once more before turning back to the couple.

 

“I think you guys need to try communicating in a different way. Maybe start by telling your partner something they don’t know about you. Start with the little things, and work up to the big things.”

 

She inhaled sharply, glancing at him. She heard him take in a breath too, his eyes determinedly focused on their counselor.

 

Lavanya smiled brightly at them, wishing them the best of luck with this challenge. Hopefully, it would reignite their marriage.

 

They stepped out of the counselor’s office together, silence thickening the air with tension.

 

“What’s for dinner?”

 

“Dal chawal.”

 

“Of course.”

 

She simply nodded, and they continued walking down the street, their bodies reflecting the distance between them.

 

***

 

“How was work?”

 

“Nice.”

 

He nodded, taking a bite of the dal chawal. He reached for the glass of water. She calmly continued to spoon the food into her mouth. He stretched, finally giving up and getting up from his seat to grab the glass and pour it for himself.

 

“How was work for you?”

 

“The usual.”

 

She smiled faintly. The buzzing of her phone broke the silence. She glanced across the table at him, but he was too engrossed in eating the food, not even paying attention to her.

 

Sighing, she hit accept.

 

“It’ll happen. Don’t worry.”

 

She ended the call, her voice curt and brisk. She put her phone down to see him looking up at her, his plate empty.

 

“Everything alright?”

 

“Just work. I have a deadline.”

 

He nodded, picking up his plate and walking into the kitchen. She heard him turn on the tap, the scrubbing of the sponge against the ceramic.

 

“I’m going to sleep. Long day.”

 

She acknowledged him with a nod, and continued to eat, not changing her pace at all.

 

***

 

She slipped into bed next to him, noting the way his breathing was deep and steady. He was curled up next to her, his mouth open slightly.

 

He was in deep sleep.

 

She reached over to her bedside drawer, pulling it out as quietly as she could, taking care not to wake him up. She checked for bullets, looking over the weapon.

 

She glanced back at him, checking that he was sound asleep. She closed her eyes tightly as she lifted the gun. It was a few centimeters from his forehead, her finger on the trigger.

 

Swallowing, she took in a shuddering breath.

 

One second, and it would all be over.

 

She opened her eyes again, sweeping over his face one, last time. She shook her head, determined to see this through. Her finger tightened on the trigger, and she prepared herself for the noise, squeezing her eyes shut tightly when-

 

Boom!

 

She heard the familiar shot of the gun, but she was flipped over on the bed, a heavy weight on top of her. Her hands were pinned above her head in a fiece grip, just tight enough to keep her from moving.

 

She could see the bullet hole clearly. It had ricocheted away, making a hole in the wall across from their bed.

 

She heard a click, and felt the cold metal being pressed against her temple.

 

She looked up to see glinting, caramel eyes staring back at her.

 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Arnav?”

 

He snorted derisively, the gun still pressed to her temple. His other hand tightened on her wrists. She stayed stock still, knowing that one move could get her killed.

 

“I should be asking you that, shouldn’t I, Khushi?”

 

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

 

She spit, her eyes flashing in frustration.

 

“So are you. It’s a pity I messed up the poisoning. Would have been quick and painless.”

 

They stared at each other, heavy breathing the only sound in the room. She could hear the thud of her heartbeat against her chest, her adrenaline rushing as she realized that she would be dead the very next instant.

He slid the gun down her face, making her shiver. It rested at the base of her neck, pressed into the skin.

 

“I should have known. Tell me Khushi, why are you trying to kill me?”

 

“I should be asking you that, shouldn’t I, Arnav?”

 

She mimicked his words from earlier, and he smiled slightly. He stared at her, her eyes looking up at him expectantly. They were shuttered, but he could see the fierce glint behind them, the jump in her nerves.

 

He felt her shift slightly underneath him and held back a groan. Her hips were grinding into his, and he knew she could feel his pulsing hardness against her.

 

The passion was still there, apparently. Even though they had tried to suppress it.

 

He now knew why she had been so distant, of course. She was trying to assassinate him. There was no way she could let her emotions get in the way.

 

He remembered the day clearly, the day they had been assigned to kill the other.

They had deceived each other, stealing the most important assets right from underneath the other’s nose.

He had stolen his documents, the ones that another agent had taken from him.

 

But he had been shocked when he had seen her slipping away with his documents just days later, her slim figure unmistakable.

And then, once she was safely out of his range, she had turned around… and winked.

 

He would recognize that figure anywhere.

 

His hands loosened on her wrist, and within seconds, she had flipped him around, straddling him. He could see the lace peeking out of the loose shirt… his shirt.

 

The gun clicked, and she had her own gun pressed to his head. The cool, rounded metal was pressed against his skin now, her lips inches from his.

 

“First rule. Don’t ever get distracted.”

 

He could feel her hot breath on his lips, the familiar mint. He smiled, shaking his head as he lifted his hand up to her temple.

 

“Second rule. Immobilize your target.”

 

They each had a gun at the other’s head, their eyes fixed on each other. The air was thick with tension as they stared at each other, guns pressed to each other’s foreheads. He could feel his veins pounding, knowing that just one, stray move…

 

“Shoot me, Khushi.”

 

“Touche.”

 

He felt her finger tighten slightly on the trigger, but not enough to set it off.

 

“Do it, Khushi.”

 

She pressed it into his skin, and he could feel the indentation. He closed his eyes.

 

This was it.

***

He loosened his fingers on his own gun, allowing it to drop to the floor next to them with a loud thud.

 

He expected to feel a sharp pain through his head, something similar to the last time a bullet had shot through his arm.

 

Only this time, he would have been dead seconds later.

 

But instead, he heard the clatter of a gun sliding across the polished wood floors. His eyes snapped open, but before he had time to react, she had crashed her lips down onto his, her hands sliding through his hair and pulling roughly. Her teeth nipped at his lips, her tongue thrusting into his mouth and tangling with his.

 

He was momentarily frozen, completely shocked.

 

She hadn’t kissed him in months.

 

Not since…

 

He lost his train of thought when she began to place light kisses down his throat, tugging impatiently at his shirt. She leaned back as he reached down, pulling it over his head and tossing it into a corner.

 

She didn’t give him time to focus, bending down and stroking her tongue over his sensitive nipple. He groaned as her teeth grazed it, her mouth warm against his skin. She didn’t stop, placing kisses all the way down his stomach until her hands came to the waistband of his flannel bottoms.

 

She gave him a searing look before reaching down between them, stroking him with a torturously light touch through the fabric. She tugged his pants down along with his boxer briefs, pausing momentarily.

 

He could feel the anticipation course through his veins as she pulled her hair back, her cool breath blowing softly against the hardness. Her fingers trailed along the length, moving down before slowly stroking it back up.

 

This had to be a special form of hell.

 

She leaned down, before taking him into her mouth. His hips bucked forward, an anguished groan escaping his lips. The wet heat of her mouth was almost too much for him to take.

 

She swirled her tongue around the tip, making his fingers fist in the soft fabric of their sheets as he gasped out a protest. He could feel her slight smirk as she continued, her hands coming up to aid in her task.

 

“Khushi, stop. Are you trying to kill me?”

 

She paused, releasing him, the irony of the statement not lost on her.

 

His voice was hoarse with desire, and he pulled her head up to meld their lips together in a searing kiss. They broke apart so he could pull her shirt off, snapping her bra off and tossing it to the ground.

 

Before he could touch her, he felt her slick heat sliding against him, taking him into her fully. He could see her biting her lip, holding back a moan as she felt him press against her.

 

She lifted her hips, her skin slapping against him as she began to move. She leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his skin teasingly. His hands reached up to cup them, kneading them possesively.

 

She gasped in surprise, her eyes fluttering shut, her body temporarily stilled by the feeling of his fingers rolling the hard peaks between them. He slid his hands further downwards, grasping her hips and encouraging her into a blinding rhythm.

 

She could feel herself beginning to reach a peak, her head thrown back. He fondled her breasts, letting the heavy weight bounce in his hands as the pace of their movements increased.

 

In one, swift move, he stilled her, flipping them over. Her hair was slightly damp with sweat, spread out across the white pillow in a mass of black. He bent down, suckling hard on her breast as he thrust into her once.

 

She moaned, unable to contain her pleasure any longer. He pulled out slowly, before slamming into her once more, making her hands reach back and grasp the headboard. He buried his face into her shoulder, his thrusts frenzied and desperate.

 

He felt her clench around him, her hips arching into his as his name split the room in a keening cry. He covered her lips, continuing to thrust until he felt himself let go, the pulsing ache finally ebbing as he collapsed against her.

 

He glanced down at his wife, her eyes glazed over in satisfaction. She smiled slightly as her eyes met his, a wry grin curving her lips.

 

“Death by orgasm?”

 

He laughed, shaking his head. He sobered quickly, realizing the weight of their situation.

 

“Where do we go from here, Khushi?”

 

She looked at him, her eyes quietly accepting.

 

“We run.”

 

***

Note: And that’s part two! I’m a little out of practice, and I just felt like writing this for fun. It was a nice break from vector spaces! Maybe I’ll write another one soon 😉

*This was inspired by Mr. and Mrs. Smith- and H.G.R. 

Red Pen (mature)

“This is utter bullshit!”

 

He barged into her office, slamming the door behind him as he unceremoniously dropped the manuscript on her desk. It was covered in red ink, comments scrawled off to the side in her impeccable handwriting.

 

She leaned back in her chair, taking off her glases slowly as she placed them on her desk. The red pen rested behind her ear, holding back a stray piece of hair that threatened to come loose.

 

“I’m sorry?”

 

He leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk as he pinned her with his angry glare.

 

“This. Is. Utter. Bullshit.”

 

“I heard you the first time. May I ask why you think this is ‘utter bullshit’?”

 

He could hear the bemusement, and it only incensed him further.

 

“You said my sex scenes were mechanical!”

 

“That’s what you got from all of my edits?”

 

“I’ll ignore the ‘formulaic’ comment for now-”

 

“Formulaic? I guessed who the killer was within the first three chapters.”

 

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. He ignored her and plowed forward, absolutely furious.

 

“Because I know my sex scene is enough to make any woman flush with desire.”

 

She simply raised an eyebrow, regarding him with condesending amusement.

 

“Really? Because I wasn’t swooning. I was bored. There was no passion, no desperation… nothing. These two are giving into the sexual tension that you’ve been building through the ¾ths of the book- which is probably the only thing you’ve built up well. That sex scene was a disappointment.”

 

“Did you even read it?”

 

He saw a brief flash of indignation at the insinuation that she hadn’t read it through fully.

 

He knew she had, given her nitpicky, very specific comments that he would be spending hours fixing- but he was too mad to care.

 

Silently, she picked up his manuscript, standing up as she fumbled through the pages to find page 169.

 

“Mason took her face in his hands, kissing her. Adrienne melted into his kiss, and they continued to kiss as he lifted her onto his desk.”

 

She glanced up at him, her face impassive and her voice monotone. He met her gaze steadily, and she dropped her eyes, continuing to read.
“She opened her mouth underneath his gentle coaxing, allowing him in. Their tongues tangled and he kissed his way down the long column of her neck, making her moan.”

 

“You could sound a little more… turned on.”

 

“I have to be turned on to sound turned on.”

 

“Plenty of women would find that hot.”

“It’s… boring.”

 

He looked at her disbelievingly, taking a step closer to her. His eyes pinned her to her spot, dark and angry. She immediately took a step back, her hand coming to rest on her immaculate desk as she stumbled slightly.

 

“Boring? You would know everything about hot, dirty sex, wouldn’t you?”

 

She straightened up almost immediately at his mocking tone, her face flushed as she took a step towards him, putting them toe to toe. With her heels, she was barely at his chin, her gaze lifted defiantly to meet his.

 

Her voice was steely, forcing out the words through gritted teeth.

 

“My sex life has nothing to do with my professional life.”

 

He tilted his head slightly, an amused, taunting smirk on his face as he pushed her further up against the desk.

 

“If you think that is boring, I’d like you to tell me what you think is… what was it you said? Desperate?”

 

“Primal. I want you to make me feel the ripping of the clothes, the raking of the nails, the rough kisses, and the hard, deep thrusts-”

 

Her voice was husky, tinged with desire as she looked up at him through hooded eyes, her lips parting slightly as she leaned up towards him.

 

“Make me fantasize about having him do that to me.”

 

Her seductive drawl broke the last strands of self control, and he slammed his lips down on hers, taking them in a desperate kiss. He felt her melt in his arms as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, stroking hers with unrestrained passion.

 

Her hands clutched at the collar of his shirt, fisting as she tugged him closer. He lifted her onto the desk, stepping between her parted legs as his hands pushed up her skirt, warm against her bare skin.

 

He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. Her breathless moan was his undoing, and he bit down lightly on her pulse point, soothing the hot, wet skin with a stream of cool air.

 

He dipped his head to take her breast in his mouth, suckling through her shirt. The thin, cotton bra did nothing to mask the rapidly budding peak, and he glanced up to see her eyes closed, her teeth biting down on her lower lip to keep the sounds of pleasure in.

 

He pushed up her skirt, the flimsy lingerie tearing easily. His fingers thrust in, and she threw her head back, her knuckles turning white as she clutched the table. He circled her throbbing nub, making her writhe underneath him.

 

He pulled his fingers out of her as she tugged off his belt. He groaned when she dragged her fingers lightly along the length of him, kicking off his pants and boxers and quickly sliding on a condom.

 

He thrust in hard, sending the desk sliding against the tiled floors. Her cry of pleasure echoed in the empty room, the desk creaking as he pounded into her. Her nails raked down his back, a moan spilling from her parted lips with every thrust.

 

His hands wrapped her legs around his waist, and she swore thickly as he hit a new spot. She could feel the grain of the wood against her hot skin as she slid against the desk with his uncontrolled, desperate movements, slamming into her with force.

 

He pulled out just as she felt herself spiralling over the peak, until he was barely inside her. She arched her hips, trying to get the friction to give herself the release she craved.

 

“Is this… primal enough for you?”

 

His lips hovered above hers, and he brushed them against hers in a teasing touch. She lifted her hips forward, cursing profusely as he moved out of her reach.

 

“Arnav!”

 

His name came out as a pleading moan, begging him to give her what she wanted.

 

“Tell me Khushi, did I make your fantasies come true?”

 

She seemed to struggle with her pride, not wanting to give the battle. He trailed a finger down her cleavage, brushing over the aching tips.

 

“Tell me.”

 

She turned clouded hazel eyes to him, tugging him down to press a searing kiss to his lips, wordlessly giving him her answer. Groaning, he thrust into her fully. She met him stroke for stroke, moaning his name as her muscles clenched around him.

 

He tugged her skirt back down, placing a hot kiss on the side of her neck. She slid off the table, handing him the manuscript with a slight smile.

 

“If you can put that in your writing… then I may not use my red pen on the sex next time.”

 

“May?”

 

“You’ll have to convince me… further if you really want me to throw that pen away.”

 

He tugged her into him, murmurring softly in her ears.

 

“Throw away all your red pens, Khushi. I don’t think I’ll have any problems convicing you.”

 

***

 

Note: It’s been a while, and I spent all of yesterday writing a dry essay… so I figured it was time to let loose a little, writing wise 😉

True Love (mature)

Khushi stood in front of the mirror, fingering the mangal sutra resting on her alabaster neck. The black string of beads symbolized her marriage to the man she loved, and she smiled softly as she recalled the moments from earlier today.

 

“Khushi, I love you. Your smile and bubbliness makes my entire day, and I’m so glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

 

A soft blush filled her downy cheeks, staining them with an appealing pink. She felt the ball of nerves in her stomach in anticipation of what was going to happen next, and walked over to the bed with trembling hands.

 

She sat down on the bed carefully, adjusting her lehenga neatly so that it fell in perfect pleats to the floor.

 

The bed was covered in white, silk sheets, with rose garlands hanging from the ceiling in a canopy. Red rose petals lay in a heart shape against the soft sheets, with two towel swans making a heart with their heads.

 

The entire room was dimly lit with rows of candles, and the full, rounded moon outside their window. She looked up to see the stars, twinkling down brightly at her.

 

“Khushi.”

 

She turned to see his tall silhouette standing in the door, looking dapper in a fancy Armani suit. She blushed, lowering her eyes as he walked into the room, his caramel eyes simmering with an unknown emotion.

 

“Arnavji…”

 

He walked up to her, cupping her soft cheeks in his calloused hand. His eyes darkened from molten caramel to desire laden chocolate as he looked at her, taking in her beauty. The moonlight made her radiant skin glow, and he couldn’t believe that she was finally his.

 

He picked her up in his arms, and she blushed and looked away as he carried her to their bed, placing her in the middle and leaning over her.

 

His eyes focused on her pretty, pink lips, curved into an adorable pout. He kissed her, and she responded artlessly, her tongue tentatively brushing against his lower lip.

 

He continued down the alabaster column of her neck, his day-old stubble turning the skin red as he nuzzled at her pulse point. He bit down gently, soothing the mark with his tongue as it bruised her porcelain skin.

 

She squirmed underneath him, unable to understand the dizzying feelings coursing through her.

 

Was this what love felt like?

 

He rolled over to the side, gently tugging at the doris that held her red blouse shut.

 

She flushed under his roving gaze, her heaving breasts moving up and down through the red lace.

 

“Have I told you how much I love red?”

 

She shook her head, turning away so he couldn’t see the pink rapidly filling her cheeks. He unclasped the red lace bra, and she immediately covered herself, turning away so he couldn’t see.

 

He turned her around slowly, pulling her arms away from her chest. He paused, drinking in the perky, round mounds that were flushed with her desire, a beautiful pink.

 

“Khushi, you’re beautiful.”

 

His voice was reverent, and she turned darker pink, her embarrassed gaze turning away from him. He smiled at her shyness, her innocence endearing.

 

He cupped them in his hands, and they fit perfectly. They weren’t too big or too small, and he loved the way they felt in his hands. She arched her back as he kissed them, kneading them in gentle circles.

 

“Arnavji, please?”

 

He took off his shirt, and her eyes widened as he revealed his rippling, well toned muscles, his biceps strong. His thick mane of black hair fell into his eyes, and she couldn’t resist reaching out a hand to touch his quivering muscles.

 

His eyes immediately darkened, and he groaned underneath her innocent touches.

 

His hands fumbled with her lehenga, pulling it down her legs slowly. He tugged off his pants, and she turned her eyes away, unable to look at his hard manhood.

 

Arnav laughed softly, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her eyes.

 

“Khushi, it’s okay to look.”

 

She shook her head, and he paused over her body, looking at her nervous eyes.

 

Clouded hazel met dark chocolate, and he cupped her cheek, silently asking for permission. He saw the answer in her eyes, and pushed into her wet core slowly, not wanting to hurt her.

 

But it was inevitable, and when her barrier broke, she closed her eyes, a single, clear tear dripping down her downy, flushed cheek. Arnav’s heart broke, and he gently kissed her eyelids, kissing the tear and her cry of pain away.

 

When she wriggled her hips underneath him, he began to move slowly. The pain ebbed away, and it was replaced by blinding pleasure as he kissed her moans of pleasure, silencing them.

 

He thrust faster, both of them eager to reach the elusive peak. Her nails raked down his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist, eagerly drawing him closer.

 

“Oh, Arnav!”

 

She clenched around his still hard member, and fireworks burst in her head, the flowers opening as sparks shot through her body. She trembled, crying out his name.

 

He loved seeing the pleasure in her hazel orbs, the darkened depths almost green and glazed over with pleasure.

 

He continued to thrust into her, her gasps of pleasure spurring him on. They both went over the edge with a keening, spilling himself into her as his throbbing manhood pulsed inside of her as she clenched around him again.

 

He collapsed against her, his bod covered in a sheen of sweat, slick. He took in her long, thick black hair, falling like an ebony waterfall against the white pillows and contrasting, forming a halo around her head.

 

She looked like an angel.

 

His angel.

 

“You’re my angel, Khushi. I love you.”

 

She nestled her head into his chest, smiling.

 

“I love you too, Arnavji.”

 

They curled up together, slipping into a peaceful slumber as the stars sparkled above. The rose bush outside their room bloomed just as the sun began to rise, enlightening the happy couple with a blissful glow.

 

They were finally home.

 

***

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.

 

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.

Conference (mature)

I sprint into the office, the hot coffee sloshing all over my hands as I shove open the door and slam the cup on the desk, sighing in relief when I realize my boss isn’t there yet.

 

“You’re late.”

 

I let out an embarrassingly high pitched squeal of surprise, attempting to casually lean against the plush chair as if I have been there forever.

 

“What?”

 

“You’re late. For the second time this week.”

 

“I’m- what? I- er, you see, I-”

 

“I don’t want to hear your excuses. When I am here, I exepct you to be here as well. With my coffee.”

 

I grit my teeth, smiling sweetly at my boss while I mentally curse in my head.

 

Trust me to get the boss from hell, essentially guaranteeing the end of my career.

 

“Um- did you get a chance to-?”

 

I choke on my words at the severe glare sent my way, plastering a smile onto my face.

 

“I’ve got a meeting with Edward Smith today. I expect you to be there taking notes. This is an important deal for us. Am I clear? Don’t be late.”

 

I nod timidly and back out of the office, sliding against the door in relief. I glance at the clock.

 

4 more hours until the meeting.

 

-***-

 

“I don’t know. I’m not convinced. Tell me why I shouldn’t accept the better offer from Typography Publishers?”

 

“Sir, we really cannot offer you anymore. There is a clause in the contract that would not allow you to leave without paying us.”

 

“Typography has offered to pay that.”

 

I can see that my boss is frustrated and angry, and I know she’s about to say something she’ll regret. Before she can say anything, I cut her off.

 

“Mr. Smith, we’re willing to sponsor your book tour and increase royalties by 5%.”

 

I see her whip around and glare at me, but I ignore her completely, focusing on the man in front of me. He looks as if he is considering my deal, and I add an extra line to sway him.

 

“Keep in mind that Written Ink launched you. Typography turned you down initially, but they want you back now that you’re successful.”

 

The statement seems to hit him hard, and within the next half an hour, we’ve worked out the details and Mr. Smith is walking out with a renewed contract.

 

I slide out of the door right behind Mr. Smith, hoping that my boss won’t catch me before I can leave for the day.

 

“Not so fast, Mr. Raizada.”

 

She steps up behind me and pushes the door shut, locking me in the room with her. I wince, cursing myself for not being able to run out of the room faster.

 

I turn to face her, and she’s standing against the table, her hazel eyes flashing angrily. Her arms are crossed right underneath her chest, and the top button is open just enough to make my head spin.

 

Despite the intense dislike I hold for the crabby, demanding woman who is my boss, I cannot deny that she is incredibly attractive. She’s young, considering her position, and more than qualified for the job. Unfortunately, her name is the antithesis of her personality, with her severe bun and constantly furrowed brows.

 

But all I can seem to think of doing when I’m around her, is to reach out and tug her hair free of the bun and watch it tumble down her back. Her scent drives me nuts, lingering on my clothes long after I’ve come home from work. My mind constantly torments me with images of her lying beneath me, for once, giving up power and letting me take the reins as she gasps in pleasure every time I come near.

 

“Mr. Raizada! Are you listening?”

 

She barks, her hand waving in front of my eyes as she stalks towards me, clearly incensed by the fact that I’ve been ignoring her for the last ten minutes.

 

“Did you even think for one second about what you were doing? Did you realize that you’ve given up an extra 5% in royalties to Smith? What the hell were you thinking, Mr. Raizada?”

 

I whirl around to face her, pushing her back as I step forward.

 

“I was thinking that we were about to lose our client. God, do you ever give up control?”

 

She stumbles slightly, and I take advantage of this by pressing her up against the table, my face dangerously close to hers.

 

She fidgets with her hands and looks away, clearly unsettled by my proximity. Her hands play with the edges of her tight skirt as she leans back into the table, attempting to relieve herself of my presence. Her skin is flushed and her breathing is heavy.

 

She wants me.

 

The realization hits me hard, and I take one more step closer to test my theory.

 

She turns shocked eyes to me, but I’m close enough to see the desire rapidly pooling in them.

 

“G-get away from me! Th- this is inappropriate! I’ll call securi-”

 

She trails off when I reach my hand out towards the pin holding her hair tightly, giving it a sharp pull. It instantly comes loose from the silky locks, and I close my eyes as her hair entwines itself with my fingers, the long strands tangling themselves in my clenched fist.

 

I lift my hand up, and thread my fingers through her hair, the thick, dark hair falling through my hands. She tilts her head into my hand, her full, pink lips parting and her eyes fluttering closed as I repeat the motion, gently brushing the tangles out of her hair.

 

I step between her slightly parted legs, cupping her head in my hands as I take her lips a scorching kiss. Her hands slide into my hair, running her hands through it as I did to her just minutes before. She pulls me closer, nipping at my lips and swiping her tongue along them.

 

I pull away from her lips, moving down to her neck and placing a soft kiss at the base of her ear. I lift the curtain of dark hair and gently brush it over one shoulder, brushing my hands against her neck.

 

My lips descend onto her sensitive skin once more as I run my tongue along her neck, dipping down to where her cleavage is just barely visible. Her starched white shirt is see through, and I can see the peaks of her breasts through the fabric. I dip my head down to suckle on one through the cloth, my hands cupping the other one as I lavish attention on it.

 

I fumble with the shirt buttons, barely able to think clearly as I throw it off into a corner along with her bra. Her hands fist in my shirt as I continue my path downwards, unzipping her skirt and shimmying it down her legs. She scoots back on the shiny surface of the meeting room table, and I barely catch a glimpse of the tiny, red piece of fabric before I’ve ripped it off and tossed it into a corner.

 

The last strands of my control snap as her musky, distinctive scent hits my nose. I place messy, open mouthed kisses along her thighs as her legs squeeze my shoulders tightly.

 

I barely recognize my own, tortured groan as my tongue slides between her folds, relishing the taste of her on my tongue. She lets out a high, breathy moan of pleasure, and I can feel her gripping the table tightly, her hands turning white as she bucks her hips against my mouth.

 

“Arnav, please.”

 

The sound of my name in her husky, desire filled voice prompts me to move faster, bringing her closer to the edge. My hand joins my tongue, and I rub light circles around her most sensitive peak as she cries out my name, a tumble of curses falling from her lips.

 

Before she can recover, I push her back into the table until she’s lying on her back in the middle of the conference room, completely naked in front of me. I pull at my zipper frustratedly as she stares at me through half lidded eyes swirling with unadulterated lust and passion, making my entire body burn.

 

I thrust inside of her, completely covering her body with my own. She’s still sensitive from her last peak, and I can feel her trembling around me. Her long, manicured nails scratch down my back with every move as I slide against her, the shiny, freshly cleaned surface of the table stained with us. I can hear it squeak with every thrust, the table rocking back and forth with the force of my thrusts.

 

I come inside of her with her name coming out in a moan as I give one final thrust, collapsing against her in a tangle of limbs. We’re both breathing hard as we lean against each other, suddenly realizing the compromising position we’re in. Her skin is flushed red from my ministrations, her long hair sticking to her slick skin.

 

We dress silently, turning away from each other as we pull on our clothes. I see her shove her panties into a pocket, and smirk with the realization that I have ripped them. We walk out of the glass windowed conference room, grateful that everyone had left by the time we had ended the meeting.

 

I grab my coat and am about to step out of her private office, when her voice stops me, still shaking slightly from the passionate encounter.

 

“Arnav. Next time, remember to close the curtains. And please, don’t be late.”