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Butterflies...
II turned to look at him exposing her back to the wall of mirrors lined with "artist bulbs" all around
The crisp billowing cotton saree was stiff as adamant Nivi at bedtime
She looked lovely he thought
Her hair in an almost undone braid-shower-knot at the base of her neck, clumps of long wispy curls escaping all day after having danced in water, dried in clumps all around her face
A large oval bindi adorned the center of her forehead.
She realized quickly of the view she was affording him, she pulled the pallu not so gently across her back, the crisp starched edge of the saree scoring her smooth back
She winced, groaning softly
They werent officially talking to each other
Sure he tok her to work yesterday.
He felt her back last night
"Umm" II ack him finally
He was leaning on the doorjamb. He proceeded to walk as if she had just said
"OH PLEASE COME RAVISH ME"
the strange fluttering of a million butterflies began deep down way down... way way down and climbed up her insides
The gooey feel of fudge slithered down her belly
She set her phone on the bath counter
"New saree?" he asked as if he spent his nights counting the hangers in the closet
She looked at him like she was coming up with an answer
"Nooo really old" she lied smugly
"how come you dont have a blouse?" he nailed her
AYYYO
OK FINE
"Because the lavender color fades quickly" she said sagely
"Ah" he nodded as if he bought her explanation
He was exactly a foot from her, in fact his flip flop clad, toe, nudged her bare ones
He gently twitched his toes, sending a "knock knock is anybody home?"
She pulled her toes back
REALLY?
WE HAVE A KID NOW
QUIT COMING ON TO ME LIKE I AM SOME STUPID FAWNING TEEN
He reached and felt her waist
BOOM!
Just like that, a warm sexy hand on cool shapely waist
AYYYO!!!!!
She almost gurgled in delight
But then she didnt arresting that unwise sound until it croaked and died in her throat
Bad idea
Since it caused him to assume
He was having no effect, and so he grew bolder
A long shudder and a even longer sigh.. caused him to stop the stroking, just in time before his thumb could encounter the bulging ripe curve encased in lace
She held his wrist not so surely, peeling away his palm
They locked gaze.
He bend down right side of her neck, she turned, obstructing him
She bend down to her left shoulder, her unpinned pallu sliding like a sheet of freshly milled paper, floating down on her belly
The fine butterfly pattern on the wispy caramel colored lingerie exposed giant patches of curves encased in gauze.
Gauze so fine he could see her blood vessels underneath
She freed her right hand which was gripping the edge of the white marble sink counter and pushed on his chest so he wouldnt crush the folds of her pallu
He brought his left hand out of his pocket surely and slowly, and grabbed her wrist stopping her
She stood here almost naked waist up.
"let go of my hand" she hissed breathlessly
"U let go of mine?" he reminded jiggling his right hand that was still imprisoned on her waist
She assessed the risk of doing that by first loosening her grip
He freed his right hand completely to use his index finger to trace every butterfly on her curve
She writhed, her mouth dry. Giving up to exhale and acknowledge the pleasure
She used her left hand to grip the counter. So she can ready for the onslaught
It came
The tip of his thumb and tip of her...
She counted three strokes... thats all... and then her brain was too numb to count
He let go of her right wrist, and gathered her with an arm around her waist. The searing heat from her body absorbed fully by his strong stiff form
"Will u stop?" she asked, her head flung across the crook of his arm her eyes dazed, as she tried to peer through them
"No II" he said, like he was refusing to pick up the paper mess across his office
OH OK FINE
GO AHEAD
I HAVE ALL NIGHT
MAKE SURE YOU PICK ME UP AND LAY ME ON MY BED WHEN U ARE DONE COZ IT DOESNT
FEEL LIKE I CAN MAKE IT THERE
MY LEGS HAVE TURNED INTO MUNIRKA PAATI'S (AKKA'S MOM IN LAW) TIRUNELVELI HALWA (wheat halwa)
AKKA
AYYYO
AKKKA
I HAVENT CALLED HER
SHITTT
His fingers were inside the lace...
"Vidu da" she squealed
He paused at her sudden energetic order
"Please" she ordered huskily
Her face now buried on his chest
"Please kanna" she said spontaneously thinking of Nivi
"No kanna" he said in perfect Tamil diction
