author's note: this song was requested by VaticanCameos. I hope you like it. :)
one more nightYou and I go hard at each other like we're going to warAbeer slammed Meher against the wall as he bit viciously at her bottom lip. She laughed to herself, pleased, as her lipstick got smudged and colored his lips. She clawed at his leather jacket and rubbed her hips against his, wanting the friction between them to increase.
You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the doorKissing furiously, Meher jumped and locked her legs around Abeer's waist. She moaned as he pulled at her lips and ran his hands across her back and undid the zip. His hands glided down the exposed skin, making Meher moan. She tilted her head back and bared her neck to him, which he took the opportunity to lick, kiss, nip and graze. With lust filled eyes, Meher slowly slid her hand into the back pocket of his jeans, and took out the keys to the hotel door. She immensely enjoyed the groan that elicited from Abeer's mouth when she squeezed his ass to do so.
Slamming the door open, Abeer tumbled inside and kicked the door close. Still locked around him, Meher ripped open his shirt as he busied himself with unclasping her bra straps. Bouncing down onto the bed, Abeer rubbed himself up against her as he devoured her lips and she pulled at his hair.
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping scoreAbeer moaned and writhed underneath Meher as she nipped his earlobe. She had been teasing him for far too long and it was becoming unbearable. Pinning his hands against the mattress, Meher slowly ground against him. He was close, but she didn't want him to reach there yet.
Growling, Abeer spun her around so that he was on top of her and locked his lips with hers.
Sharp red nails dug into the back of his flesh as he took her breath away.
You and I get sick, yeah, I know that we can't do this no moreAbeer lay on the bed with a white bed sheet barely covering him up. He watched as Meher tied her loose curls into a messy bun. He trailed his finger lightly along her spine. Just hovering on the surface and not actually making any contact. He felt the minute shivers that trembled through her body.
She got up and walked away.
Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love youMeher took Abeer's arm in his and posed for the cameras, grinning.
"Just play along, Mr. Malhotra." She whispered to him.
Abeer gulped as it was the last coherent thing he was able to remember she had said to him last night. He knew she said it on purpose. She wanted to attract attention to herself. To her dark red lipstick that accentuated her milky skin. The bold eye-liner, emphasized with the smoky purple eye shadows. She wanted to captivate him.
Knowing his intense gaze was on her, Meher lowered her lashes and avoided his gaze. She lightly bit her lip, playing nervous.
Abeer's fingers tightened around her waist.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all goThe last occupant had left the elevator leaving Meher and Abeer alone in the cubicle. The moment the grey metal doors closed, Abeer pulled Meher to himself and kissed her hard.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattooMeher's fingers grasped at the bed sheets as Abeer kissed her tattoo. Covering his hand with hers, they both breathed and moved as one.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to youAbeer pulled at his hair as he thought about his recent encounters with Meher. Knowing that she was sitting in the adjacent room did not help to lose her crave.
She was wearing a loose yellow dress today. Perfect for the summer weather. Perfect to cool oneself off from the hot temperatures. The cold air being able to travel freely between her legs...
Abeer groaned.
So I cross my heart and I hope to diePing!
Abeer looked at his phone and saw a message from Boss.
He put it away.
Ping!
Abeer took the phone and locked it in his drawer.
Ping!
He walked away from his desk and sat on the blue beanbag with his guitar.
Ping!
He strummed his guitar to drown out the extra noise. Hearing his instrument to be off tune, he began to adjust the strings. That's when he noticed the silence.
The air began feeling heavy, and his heart quickened.
Abeer set his guitar aside, pulled opened the drawer and taking his phone, dashed out the studio.
That I'll only stay with you one more nightAbeer looked at the hotel key card in his hand. He shook it twice and thought about if it's worth it. Going through this one more time and then feeling so empty and broken in the morning.
No it's not.
This is going to be the last time.
With that determination, Abeer opened the door.
And I know I said it a million timesMeher handed Abeer a flute of champagne which he took hesitantly. Sipping from her glass, Meher peered at Abeer and saw the look of uncertainty plastered all over his face. Swirling the drink in her mouth, Meher smiled to herself.
He was having doubts again. But it's nothing like she hadn't heard a million times before. He'll come in saying this is the last time and that they're over for good. When the morning comes, they will behave as if this never happened and never will.
Meher turned around to graze her fingers at the ice that was sitting in the metal bucket with the extra unopened champagne bottle. She picked up a piece and held it delicately in between her fingers.
Looking out at the city lights, Meher tasted the ice cube slowly, seductively. Her smirk widened as she heard Abeer's groan behind her.
But I'll only stay with you one more nightHe knew she was doing this on purpose. Luring him in ways that make him feel good, that give him pleasure and make him want for more like a hungry animal.
Abeer gulped down the drink in his hand in one go.
His eyes registered her bare feet rubbing against the inside flesh of her legs. The milky skin then hid underneath the tight-fit dress that clung to her body at every curve. They went up to the exposed skin near her neck which had his name tattooed...
The small piece of ownership that she didn't allow anyone to see but him. She had wanted him to know that she belonged only to him. No one else was allowed to touch her, please her, and satisfy her the way he does.
Abeer walked up behind her and pulled at her hair.
He heard a small wince but right now he didn't care.
With his hand still clenched in her hair, he tilted her head back so that she was looking at him.
"You're mine." he growled.
And he was going to remind her of it tonight.
Edited by asmaanixx - 10 years ago
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