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Press Fiasco part 4 : sweet deception
He smiled softly at her," we are not done yet, sweetheart" – No, she came to reality with a start. What could she say. A soft smile touched her lips, her eyes never more soft. He led her back to the 2 chairs that had miraculously appeared as they danced. Her look was filled with awe – What now. He clapped his hands as the curtains went up to show a few people dressed in costumes. He handed a card to her and said – it is a play "Merchant of Venice. To be performed by a very good group also from London." She was stunned. But he was sitting down and she slowly followed.
Tears flowed down her eyes, as heart was ripped apart by the cruelty of human nature – shylocks dry, cold demand for his pound of flesh. The lover's agony at the judgement that hung like a sword over their fate, and finally the judges decision which changed the course of the entire story. Time to time he glanced at her discretely his gaze bleak as a similar fate awaited him and Kaajjal. It was approaching soon. He didn't want to see the watch.
She was crying softly as it ended and stood up to give a standing ovation even as her tears continued to fall.
Finally he turned to her – So that's it. She just went into his arms wordlessly, hugging him tight, her actions saying it all. He slowly returned the hug, a single tear falling from his moist eyes, dark with pain. His throat working hard to keep the tears at bay, closing his eyes tightly unable to hide the turmoil in his heart.
He had booked a room for them to rest till the time for the press conference. She looked at the room and smiled. He thought of everything. He was watching her and she turned with a smile.
But her smile quickly faded as he came towards her, his eyes telling her what he wanted – her pulses began to dance their slow but crazy beat rising in crescendo. His lips were gentle at first, slowly moving over her teasingly. She trembled as her arms slowly went around his neck. Her fingers combing through his hair and he groaned softly. "Kaajjal -…." ….his lips found the base of her throat. His mouth was warm and grew more demanding as she responded with fervour.
He paused just slightly to take his jacket off, then his bowtie followed. She waited her breathing still shallow he took her hand and then suddenly carried, her eyes flew to his and he smiled at her softly. She smiled back, listening to his heart racing just as her own.
He lay her down on the bed, his eyes flickering over her face constantly. He first took out the jewellery one by one. First came out the necklace, and his lips trailed over her neck slowly. Then followed the earrings one by one, his lips nibbling each ear lobe, pleased to see her tremble more, her hands pressing down his neck. His hands shook slightly as he undid the butterfly clasp made of mother of pearls and a pale gold setting. He moved away the beautiful fabric from her and his eyes flickered to hers…she closed her eyes, as she saw the throbbing desire in them raging like a flood.
His lips found the softness of her stomach and she had to bite her lip to stop the electric shock that went thru her as he found spots she didn't know exited in her. She heard another rustle as his shirt came off. She gasped softly as his bare skin touched her. "Devv…." He was the composer again, leading her into another superb ballet, another special swan dance. His breathing was getting equally shallow and raspy, as he found her lips again. His silence composition was once again as powerful as the great composers themselves who once led their magnificent orchestras.
sammy
He smiled softly at her," we are not done yet, sweetheart" – No, she came to reality with a start. What could she say. A soft smile touched her lips, her eyes never more soft. He led her back to the 2 chairs that had miraculously appeared as they danced. Her look was filled with awe – What now. He clapped his hands as the curtains went up to show a few people dressed in costumes. He handed a card to her and said – it is a play "Merchant of Venice. To be performed by a very good group also from London." She was stunned. But he was sitting down and she slowly followed.
Tears flowed down her eyes, as heart was ripped apart by the cruelty of human nature – shylocks dry, cold demand for his pound of flesh. The lover's agony at the judgement that hung like a sword over their fate, and finally the judges decision which changed the course of the entire story. Time to time he glanced at her discretely his gaze bleak as a similar fate awaited him and Kaajjal. It was approaching soon. He didn't want to see the watch.
She was crying softly as it ended and stood up to give a standing ovation even as her tears continued to fall.
Finally he turned to her – So that's it. She just went into his arms wordlessly, hugging him tight, her actions saying it all. He slowly returned the hug, a single tear falling from his moist eyes, dark with pain. His throat working hard to keep the tears at bay, closing his eyes tightly unable to hide the turmoil in his heart.
He had booked a room for them to rest till the time for the press conference. She looked at the room and smiled. He thought of everything. He was watching her and she turned with a smile.
But her smile quickly faded as he came towards her, his eyes telling her what he wanted – her pulses began to dance their slow but crazy beat rising in crescendo. His lips were gentle at first, slowly moving over her teasingly. She trembled as her arms slowly went around his neck. Her fingers combing through his hair and he groaned softly. "Kaajjal -…." ….his lips found the base of her throat. His mouth was warm and grew more demanding as she responded with fervour.
He paused just slightly to take his jacket off, then his bowtie followed. She waited her breathing still shallow he took her hand and then suddenly carried, her eyes flew to his and he smiled at her softly. She smiled back, listening to his heart racing just as her own.
He lay her down on the bed, his eyes flickering over her face constantly. He first took out the jewellery one by one. First came out the necklace, and his lips trailed over her neck slowly. Then followed the earrings one by one, his lips nibbling each ear lobe, pleased to see her tremble more, her hands pressing down his neck. His hands shook slightly as he undid the butterfly clasp made of mother of pearls and a pale gold setting. He moved away the beautiful fabric from her and his eyes flickered to hers…she closed her eyes, as she saw the throbbing desire in them raging like a flood.
His lips found the softness of her stomach and she had to bite her lip to stop the electric shock that went thru her as he found spots she didn't know exited in her. She heard another rustle as his shirt came off. She gasped softly as his bare skin touched her. "Devv…." He was the composer again, leading her into another superb ballet, another special swan dance. His breathing was getting equally shallow and raspy, as he found her lips again. His silence composition was once again as powerful as the great composers themselves who once led their magnificent orchestras.
sammy
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