hey guys. sorry i missed the last update time that i promised. life is not just mean just now, it is
hell. actually, i have a really important interview tomorrow (omg, no! it's today! arrrghgghghghgh!!) and the day after and i am feeling too nervous to go to sleep. so, guess what i do? i obey the evil prem-heer demons on my shoulder and put up the next set of updates. i hope they will do.
and btw,
warning! the next update continues in the world of
prem-heer extreme naughtiness!
do not say you haven't been warned. 😳
update for ... um.... yes,
25 nov 2009.
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ch 34: ''a kiss in the night''
they lay on that rug, under the comforter, breathing deep, breathing hard. they had lost count of how many times their lips had fused together, how long they had clung, as if in a desperate attempt to absorb other's essence into the core of their being. they broke away only to come up for air, and then joined back to learning the contours of each other's lips, eyes, face, fingers, body, soul.
heer's hands had roamed blindly freely over him. prem's lips had tried to learn every corner of her face, her neck, her shoulders. they strained and pushed against each other. they would stop only when they were exhausted, and they needed very little time to revive.
even now, when they lay quiet, heer lying across prem, her head firmly settled on his shoulder, heer's fingers were moving on prem's skin, with tiny little strokes, little strokes of fire.
lazily, he brought up his hand to capture one of hers, and brought it upto his lips, distracting her with tiny little kisses pressed into her palm. when she started nibblng kisses along his jaw, he captured her lips with his.
the little apartment was quiet and warm except for the little murmurs they made. it was as if the rest of the world had stopped spinning, time had stood still, while prem and heer relearnt this part of knowing each other. it was funny how it had always been there.
she raised her head, propping herself on her arms on his chest, lying on him, gazing at his face. prem gathered the drapes of hair on both side of them, lifted them away from face, pushing it to one side, and returned the favour.
she looked serious when she said, ''
i always wanted to cut it off. but mama used to believe firmly that it was a girl's crowning glory.''
prem pretended to think about it. ''
i'm not sure i agree with her about it being your crowning glory. personally,'' he said, raising his head to kiss her eyelids, one by one. ''
i think your glory are these, your eyes. i can drown in your eyes.''
her brow furrowed. ''
so... crowning glorys are what people can drown in.''
prem started to say something, when suddenly he grinned. ''
you can be unexpectedly argumentative, you know?''
heer's face took on a pious glow. ''
i like to know what people mean -- that is not argumentative. oh!'' she ended with a gasp as prem swiftly turned her on her back, capturing her under him.
''no, i agree it's good to find out what people mean. because when i pause to think about it,'' and his eyes began a slow sweep of her face, making her face go hot, ''
if crowning glory's are what i can drown in, then, this,'' he dipped his face to hers to sink into her kiss, ''
this should be the very first candidate.''
it was as if they had only that moment. but the familiarity with which his hands curved around her hip, or the possessive air with which she cradled his neck as she pulled him down to her, was as if they had been together for ever. there were few words, there was a lot of touch. if they could have turned each other inside out, and wrapped around each other so that every single part of them mingled, it would only explain half of what they were trying to do.
at one point, prem looked down at heer's head lying on his chest, her eyes drooping with sleep, and without a word, had rolled up, with her in his arms and walked over to sink into the sofa, a tangle of arms and legs and comforter. she giggled helplessly when her arm dug into his side, making him groan. and he took his punishment by drinking up all her laughter with his mouth, leaving her breathless and pliant, only able lie back with her fingers entwined in the back of his hair.
it was as if they had only that moment. they were just not satisfied with what they had. in the end it was their bodies that could not keep up with the hunger in their heart. they slept.
and when the morning light started brightening the skies outside to the grey that came before the blue, prem slowly came awake to the sounds of heer moving around her apartment. for a while, he was content to lie there, drifting in and out of sleep, feeling a strange peace at just feeling her presence there when he woke. he turned and heard her settle down on the floor beside the sofa. and opened his eyes to see her face close to his, her face propped up in her fists, in what was by now a familiar heer position, dressed in familiar heer clothes.
''hey'' he said to the wide eyes in the face that lay so close to his. ''
it's morning?'' said prem, his fingers not able to keep from tracing the curve of her face, and feeling an unfamiliar thrill in being able to do so.
she allowed him to draw her down to him. ''
prem...'' she breathed, before giving him his kiss. their smiles at each other were blind. he allowed her to pull him off the sofa, and followed her like a puppy to the kitchen counter. she got distracted by the sight of him stretching, the crumpled black trousers taking nothing away from the way the muscles in the lean arms and back lengthen and contract. she was lost in thinking how beautiful he was until the high whistle of the tea kettle sounded.
she was still lost in remembering those clean lines of him when the crinkle of sketch paper intruded on her senses. her waste sketch papers being trampled under his feet as he walked towards the easels. and heer felt alarm for the first time since she had met prem.
''don't.'' for a moment, he was startled at how loud her voice sounded in the apartment. he turned to look at her, from where he had begun to turn the large easel at the window towards him. ''
please don't.''
he didn't move from where he was, but his hand dropped to his side. and though he did not say anything, not even by an expression on his face, heer felt she had to walk to him, to explain.
''i'm sorry. i am just not used to.. i mean. no-one ever.. that is. that is not finished, and it'd just be a mess to you. it's not something that is worth looking at.'' she heard herself stumble in trying to explain herself to prem, and wondered why it was so hard asking him not to take a look at her unfinished work. she had never before had any problems being stern about no-one seeing her work until she allowed them to. for some reason, saying no to prem was harder than dealing with anyone else that she knew.
she stood in front of him, searching for the words to make him understand. but before she could, he had reached down to take her hands in his, his eyes warm with understanding.
''don't worry about it, heer.''
''no, i don't want you to feel like that. i don't want to .. it's just that.'' heer stopped and sighed, feeling more than a little melancholy. ''
i have always waited for the whole painting to get finished before showing it to anyone.'' her eyes were on his fingers holding hers, and she missed the tender look in his eyes.
heer's voice trembled as she said through stiff lips. ''
meher was the person i would always show it first to.''
wordlessly, he pulled her into his arms, and held her. and as she stood there, hearing his steadily beating heart under her cheek, heer maan felt the strange stress of being caught between two conflicting emotions: the guilt of not being able to show him what he wanted, and the comfort of being held close in his arms. for the first time, she had an inkling that being with prem juneja was going to be different from anything that she had ever known before. and strangely for heer, she wasn't sure what she felt about it.
''heer?'' prem's voice rumbled from deep in his chest in her ear.
''hmmm.'' she loved the feel of his skin against her cheek.
''what would happen if you showed her a painting and she didn't like it?''
heer frowned into his chest. ''
meher not like my painting?'' she said, as if it the possibility had never occured to her, ''
she always liked my paintings.''
''looked up to you, did she?''
cuddling him as she remembered her old life, heer didn't feel so lonely as she said, ''
she was my sister. and she loved me. and she never let me forget that. never.''
they stood silently for a minute, while the sun struggled to rise.
''so...'' prem mused, ''
if you showed her your painting of me, if and when you finally finish it, do you think she'd have liked it?''
it was a while before she said, ''
i think so. i hope so.''
''hmmm. and if you had showed me to her, do you think she would've liked me too?''
prem couldn't see the tenderness in her smile against his chest, but could hear it in her voice when she said, ''
yes, prem juneja, i think she would have liked you very much indeed.''
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and no, they don't reach the stage of ''
we're done'' even here... so the
warning continues for the next couple of chapters. seriously, it takes earthquakes to make these two stop touching each other. which is the way it should be, donchya think? 😍😆
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