Part 91: The Hours Update 3
He was off her lap now and she was still on the far end of the couch. The green throw covered her torso and was scrunched up at her shoulders to fall behind as a duppatta. Quite curious he was about the bunched up sari on her lap, without it being draped over her and as time ticked by, he couldn't resist following through his doubt with a question.
"Is something wrong with that...that part of the sari?" He asked pointing his index finger up and down at the length of her sari that was baled between her folded legs.
She looked up unsure and then shifted her gaze to the magazine she was balancing on the arm-rest. "No...I got lazy tying up...it's just going round and round and never seems to end" And he didn't know what she was referring to. He couldn't agree more, if her insinuation had been about their little tiff that had now come to have a lifetime, a lot more than two hours.
"And, I'm hot" she ended after a pause, which made him shoot back a look at her. He heard exactly what she said, but putting the whole sentence together didn't start to make sense to him. Was she thinking what he was thinking? Puzzled with his stare that he didn't break away after a few seconds, she quickly met his eyes. It made her self-conscious as his gaze lowered further down from her chest to her navel that was in his naked view. Lowering her eyes down, she felt a swirl of sensations stir up where his eyes were fixed at. When she could feel the pressure of his languid gaze press against her belly button, viscerally, she shuffled to her feet. Having him in the corner of her eyes, she took the sari up to her shoulder and covered her lower back.
He had missed it somehow and the deliberate action of her moving the sari up to wrap herself had made him want to look at her more keenly. Not that he wasn't observant, but she'd had her back rested to the couch all the while and now through the translucent sari that she had half pinned on, he saw the sash of a tie hang loose from her blouse. Lord, it was almost instinctive when the itch on his fingertips showed up. He sighed and he spotted the last of her sari slip from the couch and beginning to trail her. In another spontaneous move, he snatched the tail end of the sari and clutched it firm, silently waiting for the length of the cloth to stiffen as she walked towards the kitchen. When he felt the tension in the sari end he was holding up, he twirled it around his index finger to be doubly sure, it would stay there, when she would pull with force.
She thought it must be tugging on some object and so jostled for it holding the border at the top of her sari. She was about to walk back to see what it was, when she saw him get up with his back to her. In the next instant, she was unwillingly twirling about the spot she was standing at and saw the last of her sari flip out of her in-skirt.
"I thought you said you were hot...I'm just helping you" He said as she turned away wide eyed and held her breath half-way through her wind pipe, placing one hand on her chest and the other over her navel. She couldn't help suppress the coy smile that was forcing its way up her face. That instance, a forgotten memory made its way back to the fringes of her consciousness. It was their first day together after marriage and while walking down the last flight of stairs at their Khurana home, he had taken to the exact move to relieve her of her sari. She had rushed to their broom closet underneath the stairs and he had followed her there, only to be embarrassingly caught by Daadima later. As she replayed the shock of watching him undress her, his hands working its way back and forth in swift movements, she felt a plush of warmth and chill surround her simultaneously. In the thrill to want to recreate the moment, she took small shy steps towards the hallway closet. Instead of going inside, she leaned on the door and her left hand go behind her back to hold the knob.
He didn't know how long it had been to see the curves of her body silhouette against the black tiles of the kitchen. Her willowy figure stood out with such sharp contrast that he forced to resist his urge to walk over to her immediately. In the few moments of silent view she allowed him, he traced her filling curves and narrowing waist down to the extending hip that disappeared starkly into her maroon long skirt. An unknowing step followed her to where she was leaning on the door. Coming to stop within inches from her, he slithered his arm around her waist and pulled her close enough that she felt herself thrusting into his body. Another wave of tingling sensations spurted alive from where her body came to touch his. Her eyes closed at contact and her head fell back slightly as he inclined in to whisper into her ears; his warm breath stoking the sides of her cheek and ears. His hand climbed up her arching back, on its own accord as she shriveled in a raking shiver.
"You should know I would never push you to a point you could not bear. And all night I never claimed I wanted to take you to bed either" She opened her eyes while his words pricked the bubble of haze she was in. He smirked as he added "I think by now, you should know better" Handing back her balled sari, he walked directly to the kitchen as he left her open mouthed...wide and gaping with a disbelieving blink.
To be continued...
In dedication for a special someone, 😊 to cheer up.
THANK YOU to all those who indulged me with my question. Just wanted to make sure if I post a particular dialogue from Maan, there will be equal supporters. So looks like it. Once again, I quite appreciate you gals taking time to write back.
I hope all of you can write and post more. This update was for me to get my mood up and going...sort of a warm up for the last one or two of the concluding updates of Part 91. THANK YOU all for all your support so far. Can't wait for the long weekend. I might post one update on Iyer and Khurana (Their scenes in my head are killing me).
Edited by 6thElement - 14 years ago
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