FF (Shiv-Gauri): The Oldest Story... -pg. 140, 142 - Page 27

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Chapter 18: Rated R [and I mean it… for Restricted Audiences ;)]

(P.S. please dears, do NOT read if you are below 21 or think that kissing is the maximum extent of your tolerance for physical relationships between the lead pair… I sincerely mean it… thank you)

He didn't have a chance to follow her before he got accosted by his friends and then he decided that he was pissed enough that he had no intention of following her. So, he stayed on the dance floor and it wasn't long before the women started coming to him; most of them had heard about the circumstances of his marriage and had come to offer him their condolences. Clearly they had not yet seen his wife. He gave an obligatory dance to each of them and finally saw his wife back on the dance floor. She was dancing with someone as well and his first reaction was to want to rip the guy's head off, but then he turned to face Shiv and he saw that it was Druv. And so he stayed put. After Druv though, there were other men waiting to dance with her and she was never left alone for a single second. She never looked in his direction either. Well, hell, why should he care who she danced with? She thought that she was hot shit just because she had the…. Well, whatever… He was getting more pissed by the second and he walked off the dance floor to the bar to get a drink. It was there that a new woman approached him; someone who he had never met or even seen before. She was quite beautiful – although not like Tara, well, no one was beautiful like Tara – but more along the lines of Neela. He had never included Gauri in any of these arbitrary categorizations of physical beauty; he had been truthful when he had said as much before… he didn't know how to measure her beauty... she was just Gauri – and she had always been on an entirely different wavelength from any woman he had ever known... And as much as he lusted after her legs and everything else that was sexy about her body, it would all be nothing without everything else that was the essence of her.…

He brought his attention back to the new woman; she was evidently interested in him and he wondered if she had seen his ring yet. She introduced herself as Thalia in a husky voice as she stood next to him giving him her profile in what he was sure was a move to get him to notice her ample… possessions… up top. He almost smiled. He would have been all over it just a month ago. Yet, now it seemed a bit too much… but… and this was an important but… Thalia was the perfect antidote to this madness that had seized him in the form of his wife. And so he bought her a drink and accompanied her to the dance floor. He blamed his drink as well as hers because their dancing after that was not entirely within the parameters of decency… When he looked at his wife halfway through, he knew that he had finally caught her attention. She looked angry, he could see that immediately, but there was also a tinge of something else beneath that anger… and he was instantly contrite as he pulled Thalia's gliding form farther away from his body so that it was less… well yea…. But, when he looked back, Gauri had already looked away from him. She stayed on the dance floor with her partner long enough for the song to finish, but then she was off, walking away.

He followed her off the floor calling her name, but she didn't look back as she kept going. He saw her grab her purse and walk out the front-door and he quickly said bye to Fiona before he went after Gauri. By the time he reached the car, he saw that she was nowhere near there. He got in and started driving and saw her walking on the sidewalk a short distance down the driveway. He rolled down the window to say, "Get in the car, Gauri."

She ignored him and kept walking.

"Gauri! Don't be a child! You are not walking home! And that too, in that dress with your entire leg showing to half of Delhi! Get in the car." He was shouting now.

She stopped and waited a minute before she walked over to the passenger side to get in.

To say that the ride home was tense would be an understatement.

When they finally got home, she slammed out of the car and walked in ahead of him, not bothering to look back.

She took off her heels and he saw her walk up the stairs on her tip-toes; it was rather late. But even then, he heard the door to his parents' room open and his mother come out looking as if she had just woken up from her sleep.

"Oh, I am sorry mom. I didn't mean to wake you." He heard her say.

He had been right behind her and reached her side now as his mother asked, "How was it?"

"It was nice…" he answered for the both of them, not trusting what Gauri would say, although he knew that she would never say anything unkind about anything in front of his mother.

"Oh, I am glad. At least your friends got to meet her. Good night dears…" she said.

They wished her good night and were forced to walk to their bedroom together as she was still standing in the hallway.

But as soon as they walked in and he shut the door, Gauri turned on him to say, "Don't ever take me places if it's your intention to insult me! Do you understand?"

"I insulted you? This from the same girl who was cursing out the host of the party!" he shot back, knowing that it was not fair to compare the two incidents, but still wanting to pick a fight with her.

"It's not the same, you asshole. Your dumbass ex insulted me. And you have another thing coming if you think I'll just stand there and take that shit!" She aimed back and he knew from the amount of curses that she was sprinkling over her sentence that she was pissed off as hell.

"What the hell was my crime then? Why don't you explain?" he asked, pulling off his suit jacket and unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt. Fighting with her always made him feel as if his skin was about to burn off.

"Grinding with some woman who clearly doesn't know how to spot a wedding ring is no crime at all? Especially when you know your wife is in the vicinity and that others are watching!! I don't care how many women you romance in your private time, but do not disrespect me by doing that where others can see you!" And with that she turned around to throw her purse onto the bed.

He didn't know why he got so angry listening to her, but her tone was crawling under his skin and he followed her to the bed to turn her around by her elbow to face him.

She jerked her elbow out of his hand and walked back to the closet, biting out in a barely controlled voice, "Don't you dare put your filthy hands on me today, you philandering jerk!"

"I am sick and tired of your name-calling Gauri! And your holier-than-thou attitude! You are a prude and a half and a total stick-in-the-mud who wouldn't know how to have fun if your last breath depended on it!"

"F-@# you Shiv!" She said as she panted in rage.

And that was it… he saw Red… he strode up to her and backed her against the wall to grind out, "YOU WISH!"

She slapped him.

He looked back at her, his jaw tightening, and he took her hands to pin them against the wall by her head.

He looked at her for a full minute, listening to her rapid breaths and watching her lips part in their exertion, her eyes flashing fire. He pressed his body into hers and saw her eyes snap shut for a second as she gasped out a shocked breath at the sudden contact. He took the moment to let go of one of her hands and reached through the slit in her dress to grab her thigh and raised it so that her knee was bent against the side of his leg. He ran his hand up and down its naked length as he pressed his hips deeper into her softness. Her breaths came in short bursts now and she bit down on her lip hard as her eyes squeezed shut.

He had never seen anything as erotic in his life and he bent to lick the soft slope of her neck before he followed it by raking his teeth over the moistened skin. And he didn't think he had ever heard anything that turned him on as much as when he heard her moan his name in response.

"Kiss me like you did before…" he whispered.

Her eyes opened then and she looked at him for a few moments, her eyes clouding over with arousal, before she finally reached up and touched her lips to his.

She was a fast learner, he thought… she drove him crazy with her uncertain yet firm pull on his lips. He needed to feel more of her and he quickly turned her around to face the wall and pushed the top of the dress down to her waist and heard the buttons pop in succession. She didn't complain though and he raised her hands to lay them flat against the wall. She moaned again as she felt the coolness of the wall against her front and his hands trailing along her back and his lips nipping and licking her neck. He hands gradually glided up her arms and he pressed his whole body onto hers, his lips dropping gentle kisses along the side of her face which was turned in profile against the wall.

He turned her around then and even as aroused as she was, her arms came down to cross over her chest. He was breathing heavily now as he held onto her and her eyes were closed as she leaned her head back against the wall. He kissed the tip of her chin then and she slowly opened her eyes.

He didn't say anything as he kissed her again, this time deeply and slowly…

And then he walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

She closed her eyes again, waiting for the butterflies in her stomach to ease their fluttering...

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Originally posted by: nikipuki

wow!! another update 😊you are certainly inspired this weekend and its only the start of th weekend....churning out chapters by the bucket load. but I do have a teeny tiny complaint.......can you progress the story from UST........as much as I enjoy reading your risqu writing......I want other emotions too (OK now I am really demanding reader!!!). But then again your title is The Oldest Story....so.......