He shifted comfortably on his feet, his elbows stuck on the window grill
She wobbled
"Are you drunk?" he asked suddenly his eyes sparkling in realization
"I am wearing two inch heels and this room is a PIG STY" "I am NOT drunk" she lied glibly
"Agree... I was looking for a 2014 contract negotiation docs" he explained patiently
"Oh... please tell me more. I mean... its just a regular evening at this house. I am up here to amuse you, Dad is watching Nivi..." she snapped sarcastically
"Ha" he cackled amused
"I have to go down soon" she trembled, her tears coming out in the open
"You ARE drunk arent you?" he mumbled softly
He let his arms fall and leaned and inhaled
"I am NOT. unlike you I dont lock people up in rooms and ask insulting questions. Appa is downstairs and just so you know he is not very happy"
He grunted and his lips twitched
"Ouch" he muttered
"Oh yeah he doesnt know his SIL's ghastly deeds, I will go down and tell him what you did to me" she huffed
"What will you tell him?" he asked, arms folded across his chest
"I" she began and suddenly felt weak... two glasses of wine and she already had a buzz
He moistened her lips for her
She stared in horror
"I can let you open the drawer if you... will let me..." he paused
"I am wearing a beautiful saree... I LOVE my saree" she began to cry
He kissed her firmly on her cheeks... "Yeah we wouldnt want to do that" he agreed
"taking it off is always an option right?" he spoke logically
"Whoa? Are you out of your mind?" she asked peering at him through confused eyes
He just shook his head slowly
"do you want a finger kangi?" "OK fine u dont have to shave for the remainder of this year" "Umm... oh... yeah teach Nivi rock climbing, or swimming or mountain biking"
He threw his head back and laughed heartily.
"Full points for fibbing" he muttered gasping trying to catch his breath after laughing so hard
She lowered her gaze at being caught... she knew it wasnt about Nivi rock climbing...
"If Appa comes up and sees me locked up he will beat you up" she said boldly
"Oh really?" he crossed his arms again... amused
"Let me go" she begged
He took her hand and guided to his neck... she shuddered as she felt it...
" we do one thing for each other and I let you go?" he offered
His forehead on hers, the soft crunch of his curls amplified to her ears
"A trade dela from you is most definitely a dude for me" she moaned
He chuckled , he felt her lips... gently strumming on them like it was a guitar
He took her hand and guided it to his waist
"NOOO" she pulled away
"U want me to go first?" he asked politely
He leaned her on the window and began to kiss her, soft strokes, erotic invasions
"U are drunk" he said satisfied
"TWO is not drunk" she admitted finally
His hand probing her torso for the hooks... when he found them, he exhaled satisfied
His thumb stroking the straining gaps between the points of join.
"I only need her f**king pouch" she said
He nodded and kissed her under her pallu
She fell on him as he carried her to the couch and held her in his arms
Two hooks had come undone
"Your turn" he said lifting his head from under her still wrinkle free pallu
His curls were all over his face
He took her hand and smoothed himself
"Now" he urged
She reached for his neck with her fingers and brought his head down, wine clouding her judgement
He took what he got he helped undo his shirt buttons
When she was done his tee was soaked, and he was cursing
He held her close in a tight embrace
She attempted to do his buttons up again
He held her hand firmly stopping her
"Lets get you that pouch" he said sliding off the couch as she lay there kissed senseless
He handed her a orange silk draw string back
"Until next time?" he said softly
"Sure! All you need to do is ASK" she said saccharine sweet glaring at him sliding off the couch walking away with whatever dignity she had left
She heard him chuckle...
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