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Hi, this was supposed to be an OS but it kept growing longer and longer! So I had to chop off some things. But then it just wasn't the same so here we are with my first two-shot for this couple.
Also, this can be read as a continuation of leftover regrets and apologies. Oh and let me know if I should post the second part or I've bored you guys enough with this!
********He rests his weight on his hand in an attempt to not crush her under himself before burying his sinful mouth in the hollow of her neck. Her spine bends in response as an erotic sensation darts through her entire body.
Her breath hitches in her throat and she pulls him up to find his tempting mouth for herself. A minute later something heavy settles around her neck. He lifts his head then, moving on to let his lips wander over to her cheek and jaw.
"A necklace?" she raises her fingers to the cold pearls now adorning her neck after gathering her senses back.
He nods,"For someone so pure, pearls are a must."
"It feels beautiful," she replies back with a soft smile.
"Its looks beautiful. But not more than you look right now. Thoroughly kissed, all dishevelled and tempting," he murmurs before bending down his dark head and capturing her mouth in his. His long fingers slide into her hair, tilting her head back to gain better access. She lets out an encouraging moan when his tongue dips between her readily parted lips. Her body burns hot, craving more of his demanding mouth.
Omkara growls when she lets her fingers sink into his long hair, revelling in her right to stroke her palms over his smooth skin.
She groans out loud as he suddenly wrenches his mouth off her. The hand in her hair moves to cover her mouth, silencing her. A moment later she hears the reason for his actions: a sharp knock sounds at their door. Her eyes lock with him and he shakes his head slightly before another knock sounds. She tries to move but his arm stays over her, restricting her movements.
"Go away Annika," he turns his head towards the door to yell.
Her eyes widen at it. His hand moves to the table beside, snatching up his phone.
"Shivaay!" Omkara's voice sounds above her.
"I'm coming to get her in a moment, Om," she hears Shivaay's voice reply back mutedly from the phone before his voice sounds at the door. "Let's go, Annika. People are trying to sleep."
"I wanna speak to Gauri. It's important," Annika whines.
"Later. They are quite busy making a playmate for our child. We should leave them in peace," Shivaay's words leave a deep red flush on her cheeks. She closes her eyes, embarrassed, listening faintly to the sounds of the arguing just outside their room.
"Will you both shut up and go to your room?" she hears Omkara growl then, impatience getting the better of him.
A silence follows his words before Shivaay says,"You heard him. We gotta go. Whatever it is, it can wait." Annika doesn't seem to argue back as Gauri hears their footsteps retreat.
"So where were we?" he turns back to her.
"Almost asleep?" she smiles.
"I remember being interrupted while doing something quite pleasurable," he murmurs before moving in and claiming her lips.
She kisses him back with a smile but he breaks the kiss moments later. "What do you think?" he asks suddenly.
"It was good but it could have been better," she tries to keep a straight face.
"I'll make up for that later, promise. Now, do you have any opinions?" he brushes her jab away.
"About?"
"What Shivaay said. About us getting a playmate for their child," he says hesitantly.
She turns crimson in a second causing a smirk on his face.
"So you want a child just so their baby can have someone to play with?" she lets go of her hold on his hair with narrowed eyes a moment later.
"No, damn it. I didn't mean that. I just...," he starts to apologise before catching on to her acting. "That was supposed to be funny?"
She flashes him a smile.
"What do you think?" he asks again.
"It's you who's scared of commitment, Omkara," she cups his face sincerely.
"The fear of commitment left out the door the second I realised I loved you. So tell me, do you really want a baby? My baby?" he asks excitedly.
"Whose baby do you think I'd like to have?" she scrunches her nose.
"Salman Khan's?" he smirks.
"Omkara! Stop it," she hits his shoulder.
"OK. So, honestly? Do you want it?" he asks soberly.
"I've wanted it for a long time," she finally confesses. He recoils from her instantly.
"A long time?" his voice is almost cold.
"Yes. Was I not supposed to say that?" her hand freezes an inch from his face.
"Why didn't you say anything? If you've wanted it for a long time then you should have said that. A hint would have done," he chides her.
Let me know if you wanna read more!
--------Here goes the second part. I don't really know how to hyperlink, even though Annika tried teaching me (I'm not sure the pming way will work for the post!) so I'm just adding it as an edition.
"I've wanted it for a long time," she finally confesses. He recoils from her instantly.
"A long time?" his voice is almost cold.
"Yes. Was I not supposed to say that?" her hand freezes an inch from his face.
"Why didn't you say anything? If you've wanted it for a long time then you should have said that. A hint would have done," he chides her.
"I know about the whole commitment fiasco that took place over a jacket, Omkara. I didn't want to do or say anything to make you uncomfortable," her words prompt him to bury his face in the crook of her neck.
"It was long back and there's a huge difference between my girlfriend and my wife. When will you learn to ask for what you need?" he mumbles against her skin making a shiver run though her.
"Girlfriend?" she asks.
"Ex-girlfriend," he corrects himself.
She doesn't reply to that so he pushes himself back up to look at her.
"Don't change the topic. Maybe you need to be taught how to ask," there's a mischievous glint in his eyes. She's sure she doesn't like whatever he has planned already. He entwines their fingers, pulling her hands right beside her head and pinning them together with his own. His other hand slips under her shirt to make intricate patterns on her skin.
She tries to get her hand out of his, but his grip tightens. Then she understands his plan, protest dying on her lips when he pushes a tumble of silky dark hair aside and presses his mouth to her throat. His warm breath raises gossebumps on her skin. She lays rigid under him, the movements of his lips and fingers on her body sending electricity coursing through her.
He smirks at her response, fingers drumming against her skin over and over again in senseless patterns. She feels his stubble scrape her upper chest as he moves a bit lower and she lets out a desperate moan.
He still doesn't let go of her hands as he moves back up to trace her jaw before moving back down with nibbles and bites along the way.
"Omkara, please," she begs then when he still doesn't kiss her.
"Please what? You'll have to be precise," the idiot says ruthlessly.
"You know what...," she whispers with eyes closed.
"No, I don't. I want you to tell me exactly what you want," he pulls back to say solemnly and she immediately feels the loss of his skin against her own. She opens her eyes to look at him. His hair is rumpled, courtesy of her fingers but he stares back at her with hopeful eyes.
A feeling of fierce possesiveness takes place of the shyness as she begins talking,"I want you to kiss me like there's no tomorrow. I want you to mark me just as I want to mark you as mine. I want you to love me till my bones rattle under my skin. I want to wake up with swollen lips and thoroughly messed up hair. I want you to say my name over and over again. I want to be whispered meaningless things in the dead of the night. I want to see the bruises made by your mouth on dull mornings. I want you to tell me that you love me. At least as long you do love me."
His eyes turn darker at each word before his resolve finally snaps and he moves in to take control of her mouth in a ravaging kiss that sends blood rushing through her veins. It is bruising in a way that cuts off her very ability to think. It distracts her enough to not even notice her freed hands. He kisses her with savage expertise while his hands get a hold of her hair harshly. Her mouth parts under his leaving her shocked at the hunger with which he kisses her.
It is enough to distract them from the incessant knocking at their door again.
He pulls back again quite irritated. "Doesn't anyone ever sleep in this house?"
His phone blasts its tune quite suddenly then only to be ignored. She struggles under him but he lets go of his braced elbow, letting her feel the entirety of his weight. It effectively stops her pathetic attempts at escape.
"They'll go away if we don't respond," he whispers to her.
"O! I know you are in there. And that you're awake. Somu kicked me out and I've been trying to sleep I every single room for the last 2 hours! But I've not been able to. Open up! Bhabhi, I'm sorry," Rudra's voice sounds loud in the silence.
"He won't go away. Just open the door already, Omkara. Before he wakes the whole house. He sounds upset," she again tries to push him away.
He buries his head in her neck with a frustrated groan before relieving her of his weight and getting up to open the door. She takes the minute to get out of the bed and adjust herself.
"Sorry bhabhi, but you know I'm a scaredy cat. I did try sleeping everywhere but I can't. I'll just lie here in the corner," Rudra apologises profusely.
"It's ok. Where's Somu?" she says with a smile.
"Yes, what did you do to upset her?" Omkara rounds up on Rudra with a glare.
"I didn't do anything! I'm the one who has been kicked out. Sympathize with me!" Rudra whines prompting a facepalm from her.
"Whatever it is, I'm sure it's your fault," Om sounds quite convinced of it.
"Yes, side with your sister. I'm sleepy," he falls dramatically on the couch. Omkara turns turns to stare at her as she says,"I'll go to her. You two have fun."
She leaves before he even has a chance to say anything.
"On the bed, Rudra. And enough with your overacting," Omkara snaps. Rudra jumps on the bed before his sentence is even complete.
********
Saumya is asleep when she comes in, quite restlessly though. Gauri doesn't disturb her as she decides to close the window to block the loud gusts of mid-july winds.
She feels his presence right before his arms snake around her waist.
"You ran away before I had the chance to fulfil any of your wishes!" he drops a kiss on her shoulder.
"We have tomorrow," she whispers back even as a shiver runs through her at the contact.
"And the day after that. Every day after that. I love you and I don't think you need the words to believe that but for your last wish, you're going to hear those three words for as long as I live. Because that's how long I plan on loving you," his voice has a husky edge to it. She turns around in his arms to face him with a smile, her eyes settling on his sparkling ones.
"I love you and I'll hold you to that promise," she murmurs before initiating a tender kiss that he deepens.
"And I love you both," Soumya's voice startles them both, abruptly breaking them apart.
Gauri feels heat creep up her face again at being caught as she pushes him away. "Go, she's upset and she needs rest. Rudra might wake up and wonder where you are. I'm too embarrassed right now," she babbles on before being shut off by a quick peck from him as he leaves.
She turns back towards the bed, hearing the click of the door locking behind him, with a smile. The taste of his kiss lingers on her lips as she settles down beside Soumya.
Done, done. I ended it as soon as it threatened to elongate further!
Waiting for your feedback!
Jhanak
