Want (Shabd has always wanted to touch her skin) Soni's skin is a dusky coffee-colored, and Shabd has always wondered what it would be like to touch it. The thoughts are borderline incestuous, he supposes, but he is irrevocably drawn to the mature contours of her cheeks, and the blush that continually defines them. Some day, he would like to lock her up in a closet, and simply examine her, tempting cloth by tempting cloth removed to reveal the underneath. He can't have her, of course, and never has, if he thinks about, and so he takes all of his unspent frustrations out on Mahi. She gives in because she thinks he wants to try something new. He ties her hands to the headboard and pounds away at her ferociously, like a mad animal in heat, and feels his release more the sweeter because when Mahi turns her face to the side, he can imagine that he is looking at those same cheekbones, at that same sweet skin in the darkness of the night. When Mahi decides to take Soni back home with her, Shabd gets his wish. Her hands and neck are scarred now, her ego hurt, but he is more than willing to accomodate anything she may want from him. As a first move, he steals one lime green dupatta from her closet and strings it across her bed, like a promise of future kisses shared and emotions exchanged. He knows it only confuses her, but when he sees that familiar blush light up her skin, he feels a charge light up his whole body, and it is more than worth it. |