Reunion | mature AbhiGya OS by mina

It was her husband's thirty-fifth birthday and Pragya knew exactly how she wanted to celebrate.

In the morning there was the usual puja, the only time of the year he'd gracefully accept prasad and tilak as the aashirwaad was Daadi's birthday gift to him. In the afternoon there was a family lunch and in the evening there would be the party for his work crowd. But the night was all hers, and she had definite plans.

Everyone joked that she didn't need to give him anything this year, and even Abhi agreed that their three-month old son was the best gift ever. Pragya personally felt that Yash was a gift he'd given her but she went along with the joke because she was too busy plotting their personal celebration to bother picking out a present.

If she was honest with herself, Pragya could admit that her special surprise was more a gift to herself than for Abhi. But she knew Abhi would want it as much as she did, and his birthday was a convenient occasion.

So she asked Aakash to make sure the party started and ended earlier than normal - bhabhi's prerogative that she didn't have to give him a reason, and everyone would believe it was for baby reasons anyway. Rachna agreed to watch Yash for the night, and she probably had a guess as to why Pragya was asking the favour but again being bhabhi meant not having to explain.

At ten she whispered to Abhi that she was going upstairs and would be waiting for him. Abhi assumed that she was tired and started telling her that she didn't need to stay up for him - but Pragya just gave him a look. He froze in surprise, and she grinned and leaned up to say into his ear that he better end the party by eleven and she'd make it worth his while if he was a good boy.

Then she hurried off before he could react, not wanting him to make a scene in front of the guests.

When she got to their room, it was just a matter of changing her clothes and setting the scene. The whole candles and rose petals thing had always seemed ridiculous to her in the past, but that night it felt worth it to make a little effort to create atmosphere. She even found one of Abhi's few jazz CDs at the back of his collection and put it on at a low volume. It would not be enough to mask much sound, but it would help the mood.

And hopefully the rest of the house would be asleep and out of earshot before sound became an issue.

One of her favourite romance novels featured a suggestive ending with the heroine waiting for her hero in bed wearing nothing at all after making a dramatic exit from a party. The scene had played in Pragya's mind for days leading up to Abhi's birthday, but ultimately she knew that she just wasn't the type. Even before the baby, she'd have felt too self-conscious. And as things were, if it weren't for her hormones driving her mad, her doubts about her post-delivery figure would probably have kept her from taking this step.

Her hormones were indeed driving her mad, though unfortunately they didn't seem to counteract her anxieties about her softer-everywhere-than-it-used-to-be body. She had a fantasy for the night that involved riding her husband to exhaustion, and ideally they'd both be covered in nothing but sweat by the end. But when it came to actually doing it, she couldn't shake the thought that she didn't really want him looking at her.

So she had dug out a scarlet satin babydoll negligee and robe set that Abhi had given her a few months before Yash's conception. She hadn't had a chance to wear it yet, and was very pleased to find that it fit her just fine even though it had been made to her previous measurements.

She hoped that Abhi would like it enough not to mind very much that she didn't want to take it off. A murmur at the back of her mind told her that he was most definitely going to mind, but she resolutely ignored it. If the night was her gift to him, then he'd have to accept it under her conditions. And surely he'd be so grateful that he wouldn't question her wishes.

Or so she tried to convince herself while waiting for him.

Abhi walked in at quarter to eleven, opening the door just as Pragya was bending to rearrange the taper candles on their night table.

The door clicked shut behind him, and Pragya turned to face him with her best sultry smile.

There was no need for words in the next moments. Abhi stalked to her and pulled her into a hot kiss, one hand bunching the fabric at her back while the other twined into her hair to cup the back of her head.

She kissed him back with eager excitement, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing up against him on instinct. They'd started cuddling and kissing in bed again a few weeks back, and he'd never stopped touching her in terms of casual hugs and caresses, but this was the first time in months that definite heat flared between them. And it wasn't long before the first sparks turned to untamed fire.

She lost her robe, and then he lost his jacket and dress shirt. He wasn't wearing a tie because he hated them and it was his birthday, and in the moment that suited Pragya just fine because it was one less thing to undo.

His hand started to slide up her thigh, and Pragya knew that if he reached up one more inch he'd realize that she hadn't bothered wearing the last piece of the lingerie set. That would probably thrill him beyond the point she could control, so to distract him she pulled back and unbuckled his belt.

Before he could protest, she had him sitting on the edge of the bed while she got to her knees. It was a moment's work to get rid of the rest of his clothes, and then there was nothing between her and the part of him she hadn't seen or touched in far too long.

"Damn, baby," Abhi groaned as her hand closed around him. "That's good."

Pragya smiled to herself and bent to make it better. Abhi's hand tangled in her hair again, and his half-hearted protest that she "didn't have to" died on his lips as her mouth replaced her hand.

He pulled her away after a few moments, cursing and muttering that he wouldn't last.

Then there was more kissing, and soon Pragya was in his lap with him sitting against the headboard. He was tugging at the straps of her nightgown restlessly, and by now he'd discovered that it was the only scrap of clothing still between them.

Pragya pushed his hands down and pinned his arms to the bed.

"Since it's your birthday, you shouldn't have to do any of the work," she told him, holding his gaze because she knew how easy it was for him to get lost in her eyes. "So sit back and relax, birthday boy."

Abhi smirked and put his hands behind his head. "Alright then."

She went back to kissing him, and then let her lips wander along his neck and chest. His disobedient hands soon found their way to her hips, and he helped bring the riding part of her fantasy to life by thrusting up against her.

By now she felt hot and ready all over, her blood pulsing with the long-absent rush of arousal. But she realized with disappointment that at least one thing she'd read about post-pregnancy limitations definitely applied to her, and finally she held him at arm's length so she could get what she needed to fix the problem.

He watched as she retrieved a small bottle from the nightstand, and when he saw what it was he started to reach for it.

"Let me help you with that," he murmured, his voice rich and dark.

"Mmm, no," Pragya said firmly. She lifted the bottle high up so he couldn't reach, which had the advantage of drawing his eyes to her breasts and distracting him. "Your night to relax. I'm doing all the work."

"If it's my night, it should be my way," he grumbled, but then he let her continue without further protest.

She squeezed the slippery liquid onto her hand and applied it to herself, looking down instead of at him. She felt her cheeks heat knowing that he was watching, but it was a necessary act that brought them one step closer to what they were both craving, so she didn't let self-consciousness stop her.

When she was ready, she shifted for better positioning. At the last moment, a sudden flicker of fear kept her still. She hadn't worried previously that it would hurt, since it had definitely been long enough for her to have healed. But feeling him hot and hard against her after so many months, she felt oddly like it was their first time again, and she wasn't sure if she could manage.

He tilted her face up, his thumb softly stroking her jaw. "What's wrong sweetheart?"

She bit her lip and confessed, "I don't know if...it might not be the same."

He drew her into a gentle kiss, and she felt her nerves soothe as he lightly stroked her arms and held her close.

"It doesn't have to be the same. Slow and easy, yeah?"

She smiled against his neck, and the last of her hesitation melted away.

His hands slid under her negligee again, locking onto her bare hips, and then he guided her into place.

They both gasped at the first shock of entry, and she buried her face against his shoulder. The next minutes passed in a careful negotiation of pace and intensity, until they found the right rhythm and suddenly it became as easy as breathing.

She leaned back on her hands so that he could watch her rock against him. He had taught her that move early in their physical relationship, and she knew it was one of his favourites. His face lit up in appreciation, and soon his restless hands were mapping all the contours of her torso.

The way the satin pressed against her skin felt divine, and she felt herself getting close. She dragged one of his hands under the nightgown, and he took the hint and started to flick and rub where she needed him most.

She clutched his head to her breasts, weaving her fingers in his thick hair. His lips brushed the exposed swells of her cleavage, and his stubble scratched against the soft skin of her neck. His busy fingers teased her to full tautness, and the welcome thickness inside her seemed somehow to grow impossibly and deliciously bigger.

Every velvety sensation cascaded together, and in a sudden surge of sharp pleasure, she found her release.

Abhi held Pragya steady as she came back to herself, slowing his thrusts as she rode out the last of her climax. His hand coasted up and down her back, a light caress to help her cool down.

"Oof," she breathed, sitting up and smiling at him. "Wow."

"Yes, wow," Abhi agreed, returning her smile with a self-satisfied air that she didn't think he quite deserved since she'd done so much of the work.

But a glance at the clock told her that it was still his birthday, so she decided not to call him on it.

She ran her hands down his chest and looked to where they were joined, still covered by her slip. "You're not done yet, right?" she asked, even though she could feel the answer. "Are you close?"

"Mm, very close," he answered, nipping her ear as he tipped her onto her back. "But for me to finish, this needs to come off."

"No," she said, stopping his hands as he grasped the hem. "Please."

Abhi frowned and let go. He leaned over her, bringing his face close to hers so she couldn't hide from his questioning eyes.

"Why, baby?"

"Because - because -" Pragya faltered, not finding words to explain what she couldn't define to herself. She just knew that her body felt different, and she didn't know if he would like it. "Just - just - because," she concluded lamely.

Abhi sat up. He set a hand on her belly and spread his fingers flat. "You think I'm going to mind anything after what you've given me?"

Pragya flushed. "But - but it's not the same."

"So?"

"So what if...what if you don't like it anymore?" she finally blurted. Then she clenched her eyes shut, embarrassed that she'd actually said such a pathetic thing.

"Impossible," Abhi retorted. Then he laughed softly, and she felt him slowly moving the fabric up over her hips and waist. She didn't stop him, reasoning that if she couldn't see him then it was almost the same as if he wasn't looking.

"And besides," he continued, his voice still lush with amusement, "I regret to inform you, Yash ki mumma, that you can't keep this on, because it's stained."

"Stained?" Pragya's eyes snapped open in confusion, and then she followed the direction of Abhi's nod and actually shrieked at what she saw. Twin splotches of liquid marred the satin covering her chest.

Pragya slapped her hands over her breasts and groaned, "Oh my god oh my god oh my god."

Abhi lifted her hands away and continued pulling off her nightgown. "If I don't mind, neither should you, and definitely not god," he told her. He balled the negligee and used it to pat dry the rest of the milk.

"I can't believe I forgot to pump. It was in all the books," Pragya complained, disappointed in herself and flustered beyond anything.

Abhi tossed the spoiled nightgown over the side of the bed. "I don't mind," he repeated against her ear. Then he kissed her, and in the next moment he was inside her again, and somehow before she knew it, Pragya's embarrassment gave way to passion. As he moved over her, she forgot to worry that Abhi might not like the new curves he'd find under his hands.

And over the rest of the night Pragya learned that contrary to her fears, Abhi liked everything as much as before, and some things even more so. He really didn't mind about the leaks either, and he didn't need the fabric to deal with the mess when it happened again.

And when they finally drifted off to sleep, both exhausted and indeed covered only by sweat, Abhi made sure to let her know that she definitely gave the best birthday presents.