Triple Chocolate Fudge Swirl
Maan walks out of the kitchen and into the living room of the outhouse he and geet share, right as geet comes in through the front door carrying loads of shopping bags. They stop and look at each other. Maan has a smile on his face, geet looks like a deer caught in headlights.
"Hey," Maan says, cradling a cup of coffee in his hands.
"Hi," she replies hesitantly. "Did you pick up Ishaan?" she asks, pointing at him, then retracting her hand to let it rest on her shoulder.
Ishaan is their 2 1/2 yr kid..
Maan's eyebrows raise a little. "No, I thought you were going to," he says, slightly amused. "I just came home."
Her shoulders slump.
"For some reason I thought you were getting him. Okay, I'll go back out," she turns around to head back out the door.
He sets his cup of coffee down on the coffee table. "Well, wait a minute. He's with daadima, right?" he asks, reaching for his cell phone.
She walks toward him, "Right."
"It's ringing," he tells her. "Go on up and change, I'll take care of it."
"You sure?" she asks.
He nods.
She runs upstairs.
When she comes back down, Maan's still standing in the same spot, still on his phone.
"Okay, well, are you sure? Okay. We'll see you 2mro. Thanks, daadima."
Maan hangs up and puts the cell phone back in his pocket.
"She just put Ishaan down for a nap .whole day he was busy in the overstocked toy room," he says, smiling at her and she opens her arms to wrap them around his waist. "Daadima wants him to stay overnight.I said yes."
He kisses the top of her head and she rests her cheek against his chest.
"Good," she says, resting her eyes for a moment.
"How was your day with pinky?" he asks, rubbing his hand up and down her back..
"It was good.I had lots of fun..but i missed my dusht daanav boss" she teased..Maan smiled..
(They're married but geet still works as maan's secretary...)
She pulls away, suddenly.
"What?" Maan asks.
"So,we have a whole night, right?"
He shrugs. "Haa."
She raises an eyebrow.
"Do you know what that means?"
A slow smile creeps across his face and he starts to reach for her, but she's slowly backing away.
"I have an idea," he says, still reaching for her.
"I don't have to share my ice cream with ishaan!" she exclaims as she walks toward the kitchen..Both mother son were ice-cream freaks..
"Ice cream," Maan mouths. He rubs his forehead and sits down on the couch to enjoy his coffee. "Hey, isn't it a little too cold for ice cream?" he yells over his shoulder.
She comes back into the room with a tub of ice cream and a spoon.
"MmMm," she says, shaking her head. She already has the spoon in her mouth. "Never too cold for ice cream," she says with a mouth full of ice cream.
She sits down next to him and lets her right leg flop across his.
He sets his coffee back down and gives her a strange look. "What is that?" he asks.
She stops with the spoon in her mouth and looks at the carton.
"It's triple chocolate fudge swirl," she says once she takes the spoon out her mouth. "Want a bite?"
He closes his eyes for a second, leans his head back and shakes his head. "Uh, no, thank you."
"You sure?" she asks, sticking the spoon of ice cream toward his face.
"Yes, I'm sure," he says, trying not to laugh as he turns his head to avoid the spoon.
"Awww, come on, Maan, why not?"
She's relentless and finally he turns his head just as she moves the spoon closer and a blob of ice cream ends up on his nose and mouth.
She sets the tub of ice cream down on her lap and covers her mouth with her free hand.
"Oh my God," she laughs. "I'm sorry."
He blinks and licks his lips, but is amused.
"No you're not," he says.
"No, really...I am," she says as she leans in closer.
He wipes the ice cream from his nose.
"It's good, though, isn't it?"
"What if I told you I was deathly allergic to fudge?" he asks, getting serious.
She stares at him a moment, trying to read his face. That's always been one of her challenges because he tries to hide his emotions so much, but she's pretty good.
"You don't lie to me, Maan singh khuraana."
She puts the spoon back into the tub and sets it on the coffee table next to his coffee.
"Wait a minute," she says, pulling herself closer to him.
He wraps his arm around her waist and helps her get closer.
"What?" he asks.
"You missed a little, right here," she says, leaning in closer. She kisses the side of his mouth and when she pulls away she licks her lips.
"Get it?" he asks. He moves his free hand to pull her body closer.
"Hmm, almost."
She kisses him full on the mouth and then places small kisses all across his lips.
When she pulls away, she licks her lips again.
"Just when I didn't think you could taste any better," she whispers.
He looks down at her lips and then into her eyes.
"Funny, I was just going to say the same thing."
This time, he kisses her. He takes his time, letting his tongue taste her and the chocolate. She sighs and looses herself in his kisses.
He stands up, picking her up as he does and carries her upstairs.
When they came downstairs next morning, geet looks over at the coffee table.
"Oops, looks like my ice cream has melted."
Maan comes up from behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. He kisses the side of her neck.
"It was worth it, wasn't it? Even if it meant depriving yourself of your triple chocolate fudge swirl?"
She giggles. "Yes...it was.
The End
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