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This one is for Neha @AmusingMe. She's my bichdi hui twin sister; the differences in our ages be damned. If we can obsess over Game of Thrones without taking sides and with opinions that always end up being the same, then hell yes! We are twins :D
And Nehu, before you ask if any particular reason for this; the answer is bas yunhi...'. I do hope you like this *fingers crossed* (I don't know whether you'll like the plot, it's just plain silly)
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Of Paintings and Paybacks
Omkara looks quite busy when she pads in his studio. He also looks quite irresistible; shirtless and his hair open, with a paintbrush between his teeth as he stares contempatively at the blank canvas in front of him. An added bonus is the spectacle balanced on his nose.
"You left me alone," she complains in a soft voice, hand on her hip.
He turns around to look at her, only to have his mind blown away by the sight that meets his eyes. His wife is barefoot, the white shirt reaching her mid-thigh, leaving her delightful legs on display. His gaze travels upwards to find the top two buttons of the shirt open, her milky skin tainted with red marks peeking from the rumpled collar. His blood heats up at it, her inviting smile nailing another blow.
He gulps down and runs a hand through his hair to calm himself, before carefully placing the paintbrush down and holding out his hand to her. With a soft smile, she places her hand in his, shaking her head to clear her own hair from her eyes.
He pulls her on his lap with a sudden tug. She smiles again, tilting her head to give access to his searching lips. His fingers are already beneath the shirt she is wearing -his shirt - tracing the dips of her body in a familiar way while he keeps his other hand free. She moans in surrender when his thumb traces the underside of her breast while he plunders her mouth with ease. His kisses are always electric, leaving tingles of shock through her entire body. She cannot help but put her hands around his neck to anchor herself to him as she kisses him back enjoying the feel of his hard body under her soft one. His mouth moves to her jawline, pressing a string of soft kisses making her moan while his fingers continue their ministrations.
The glasses get in the way though, cutting into her skin and she hurries to take them off, depositing them on the ground carelessly.
"Hello Soumya! Gauri was missing you." Omkara's voice sounds distant in the haze of lust that has clouded her head.
She almost jumps off his lap at the next set of voice though but his arm keeps her in place, lips kissing their way down her neck.
"I miss you too, Bhaabhi! Yaha iss dumbell Oberoi ne mujhe bohot pareshaan kar rakha hai," Soumya's voice is quite real and seems to be reverberating from his phone that is now balanced on the easel.
She meets his eyes with panic written all over her face. He ignores it with a tiny smirk, proceeding to kiss the hollow under her ear. She hits on his shoulder, he doesn't budge an inch.
"Soumya woh hum..." she starts only to gasp when his teeth graze her collarbone harshly.
"Ha bhaabhi, boliye," Soumya urges, obviously unaware of her current condition.
Gauri looks at Omkara in alarm, struggling to gather her haywire senses.
"Bas yaad aa rahi thi," she mumbles out. His hand is now gliding up her leg, long artistic fingers tracing up and down. Soumya is rambling off about something but she doesn't hear a single word as his hand reaches her thigh, squeezing it with just enough pressure to make her bite down on her lip to stop making any sound. His mouth is working on her neck, teasing it's way down before encountering cloth.
"Somu, hum baad me-" She starts to interrupt only to hear Soumya's agitated protest about how Gauri has been very reclusive since coming on this trip with Omkara.
"Consider this as payback for calling my painting hideous," he whispers in her ear before letting his teeth nibble the soft skin. She bites down on her lower lip again, tasting blood this time, to stop herself from moaning loud. His hand is on her knee, the very tips of his fingers then tracing her inner thigh before moving to her waist.
She hadn't really thought much about her offhand and seemingly harmless comment on one of his paintings and in the following 24 hours he didn't mention it. It all comes back in the form of delicious torture that she is quite sure she won't be able to take longer.
In the background Soumya continues talking while she shakes her head to atleast try and concentrate on what Mrs. Rudra Oberoi had to say. It doesn't work. Especially when she feels her husband's fingers start to work on the buttons of her shirt the very next second.
Her arms automatically wind up around his neck again in a tight hold while his hand flattens on her back, pushing it just slightly towards himself. Her body hums in delight at being pressed up close to his muscled body, a soft moan escaping her. He has the buttons of her shirt open within seconds, fingertips brushing over the curve of her waist in light strokes before moving up and undoing the hooks of her bra.
He doesn't push it off though, instead chooses to simply slide down the strap a little to run his fingertips over her shoulder. Her breath hitches in her throat as his hand shifts lower, slowly, barely touching the upper swells of her breasts.
A moment later his lips are against hers again, tongue sliding over her lower lip before his teeth nip it just slightly to elicit a gasp from her.
She barely even listens to Soumya as she furnishes them with the details of a convention she had recently been to.
"...so we got pictures with them and they were so nice! Totally worth the money and such a delight..."
Gauri hums, not in response to Soumya, but his sinful seduction as he ghosts his lips over her throat, adding teeth along the way before deciding to beat him at his own game. She slides her hand over his shoulders, before using her fingernails to scrape a path down to his shoulderblades. He shudders under her and she smirks, leaning in further.
Her fingers dig into his arms as he moves his mouth lower, the slight elevation working to his advantage. She squims when he slips her shirt off, lips moving over the newly revealed skin in light kisses as she struggles to not make a sound. His hand traces her thighs, making smooth circles on her satin skin.
"Bhaabhi? Chalenge na?" Soumya's voice calls out. She registers that a question must have asked a bit too late as she looks around for an appropriate answer.
"Ha. Bilkul," she stammers out, biting down on his shoulder to stifle her moan when his teeth find her breast through the silk, her hand twists harshly in his hair.
She moves her hand over his back, teeth clamped on his shoulder where she's sure to leave a mark, while he himself groans softly at the feel of her hands on him. She uses her fingernails, letting one of her hand trace the hard planes of his chest, travelling lower until his control snaps.
"Okay Soumya. Someone is at the door. We'll call later," he disconnects the call suddenly.
The next moment, both of them are on the floor while she screams his name in pleasure, finally free to do so. His weight rests on his hand in order to avoid crushing her. She pulls him in for a harsh kiss, the Soumya trick quite forgotten for the time being as he covers her soft body with his own. There isn't a thing to be heard in the room room for quite some time except for sounds that really shouldn't be heard by anyone else.
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Her hair is spread across his chest as she rests her head over his still crazily beating heart. From her laboured breathing, he is sure she is in the same condition. He runs a finger lazily over her arm, tracing the satiny perfection before bringing her hand to his lips and brushing a light kiss over each of her knuckle and her ring.
"I love you," he whispers the words softly on her wrist, right where a tiny pulse beats.
She sits up quite suddenly, pushing her hair on her back and slipping on the discarded shirt. He tilts up, resting his weight on one arm while the other holds on to her wrist.
She turns towards him with a raised eyebrow, making it clear that he will be paying for the trick. Omkara loosens his grip as she struggles to get her hand out of his hold. She yanks it away with a jolt.
Okay, he is going to pay for it soon. Very soon.
"For what it's worth, the status of that painting stays as ugly," she smirks, a promise in her tone, before leaving the room.
With a shake of his head, he places his head back on the rug, making a mental note to thank Shivaay for the plush article and give him something in return. The rug has often helped in making sure that his wife didn't have any bruises not made my his mouth. A workdesk will do, he finally decides, hoping to have Mr. and Mrs. Shivaay Singh Oberoi introduce themselves to the multiple delightful uses of it.
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I do,do hope you liked it!
Bindi
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Jodha Akbar
