~||Aaliya/Neil OS - One Night in Delhi||~ by mina

Aaliya has never been impulsive about getting intimate with men. Well, she's never been impulsive about much of anything, really. She's always preferred cool-headed decision making, and it comes naturally to her to weigh all the advantages and drawbacks of a situation.

She has high personal standards about everything, and she makes her choices in accordance with those. She's happiest when she feels that she's doing what is right according to her own rules. Because after all, no one can have better judgment about what's right for her life than herself.

In high school and college, she did date a little. Sometimes there was kissing, too, and on at least two occasions with two different guys there had been definite making out. She'd liked it well enough, but not so much that it made her lose sight of her standards and goals and do more than just kiss. That's why she is never able to understand or sympathize with girls who let boys get them into trouble by sharing their bodies too freely.

This night in Delhi, she has no intention of getting involved in any way with any man. Her heart and pride are still bruised from the whole mess with Purab. After the way he betrayed her, she thinks it might be years before she could even think of love again. And after the way he turned her away physically, time after time, because he preferred that babydoll-faced Bulbul, she can't even think about romantic intimacy without reawakening that painful ache of rejection.

The whole mess makes her feel ugly and undesirable and she really, really hates that. She tries to ignore it by buying hot new clothes and wearing them with a confidence she doesn't feel, but it doesn't really help.

She's in Delhi to visit friends, and she's had a pretty good day. Unfortunately her dinner plans got cancelled, so just decides to grab something quick in the hotel restaurant. It feels pathetic to eat alone, but the food is pretty good, and as she heads out after paying her bill, she thinks that it's been a nice enough night after all.

Tomorrow she has to go back to Mumbai, and face life at home with that behenji bhabhi of hers. She hates that they have to still share a house, but Bhai is being adamant about keeping her around. Anyway, she doesn't need to ruin her free night with those kinds of thoughts, and she focuses on just getting back to her room so she can tuck in for the night.

Then some idiot bumps into her in the hotel lobby, almost knocking her to the ground. She's already telling him off as he helps her up, but then she sees who he is, and she stops in mid-sentence.

It's that corporator Bhai got into trouble with, the one who had tried to destroy that behenji's family business. She hadn't seen him up close that night, though she had enjoyed the way he ripped that Arora family's character to shreds in front of everyone. It was too bad Bhai took it the wrong way and beat him up.

Luckily Bhai's beating doesn't seem to have done any lasting damage, because the man who has just let go of her hand and started telling her off in return is ridiculously hot. She hasn't thought that about anyone in ages, but standing in front of him now she can't help but stare at his perfect face. Something about the hard line of his jaw, the bright intelligence in his eyes, the symmetry of his features...

She lets her gaze drift down and sees that he is wearing a collared shirt and a tailored blazer, and her knees actually go weak for a second because she's always had a thing about fit men in business suits...

He stops his harangue in mid-sentence, too, when he notices her checking him out. His eyes quickly sweep over her and then he smiles, apparently liking what he sees, which makes her feel warm all over. He introduces himself then, and she learns that his name is Neil Thakur, and he is very impressed and interested to know that she's Aaliya Mehra, Rockstar Abhi's sister...

One thing leads to another and suddenly they're sitting together in the hotel bar, talking about how it's too bad those Aroras get to keep thriving when they're such awful people. He doesn't exactly tell her what he has against them, but he's very interested in the story of how that witch Bulbul stole Purab from her. She's glad to find a sympathetic ear after all these weeks; everyone in Mumbai just wants to tell her that Purab was wrong for her anyway, as if that makes Bulbul's actions any more defensible.

They drift into other topics eventually, and the conversation is even better when they're not talking about bitter vendettas. Somehow they each work their way through two drinks, and a glance at her cell phone tells her hours have passed while she's been talking to him.

He has definitely been flirting with her for most of the past hour, and she's been thinking about what he might want from her and what she might be willing to give. She's more and more attracted to him by the minute because he's smart and funny in addition to being undeniably gorgeous. He talks with his hands a lot and she finds herself following their movements sometimes, and she's starting to wonder what it would be like to have them on her...

Obviously he can tell that she's into him, and he's showing her in lots of little ways that he's into her, too. He doesn't give her dumb empty compliments but somehow as their talk continues she starts to get the sense that he thinks she's hot, too, and he likes her intelligence and he thinks she's sophisticated and he wants to get to know her better...

When he finally asks her to come up to his room, she agrees before giving herself a second chance to think about it. She's being impulsive and it's not like her but she doesn't care, she just wants to keep being with him, and if he wants to get physical...well, she's not opposed to it.

So now they're here in his room, and she's trying to tell herself that it doesn't matter if maybe she's in a little over her head. So what if she doesn't know what she's doing, if her experience with guys is limited to innocent kissing? It's all just about instinct right, just do what feels good, just follow his lead. Tanu's told her all about how it was with her first few boyfriends, before Bhai, and it'll be fine, she can do this...

They've been kissing, and she's pulled at his clothes so that he's lost his jacket and started to unbutton his shirt. But then his hand reaches for the zipper of her dress, and she freezes.

He obviously notices, and stops the kiss. He lets go of her, and it feels awful, and she can't even meet his gaze now so she looks vaguely at the floor and hates herself for being stupid.

"You haven't done this before," he says, and he doesn't sound annoyed or disappointed, but still she cringes, hating that it came to this.

She wants to lie, toss her head and say, Yes, of course I have. But that would probably just make it worse, and in one clear moment of honesty she can admit to herself that she couldn't handle the pressure of continuing the lie.

So she tells him, looking at his neck beneath his open collar, "No. I haven't."

He doesn't say anything for a long moment, but he doesn't move away from her either. It feels like she has to wait an eternity for his response, and all the while she's thinking that of course he's going to reject her, and she blames herself for getting into this situation, she shouldn't have taken the risk -

Then he starts to run his palms down her arms, a soft, careful caress that feels comfortable and safe and she can't help but look up at him in surprise.

"Do you want to just...explore, then?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we can do as much or as little as you want. Look, I'd be honoured if you wanted to...well, no pressure. We can just sit and kiss. You have a fantastic mouth."

"Really? You'd be ok with just - but why?"

"Because I like having you in my arms, babe. And why rush? Maybe we can do more another time. Tonight, let's just...see."

She looks into his eyes then, and the sweet tenderness she sees there scares her. No one has ever looked at her like that, like it would make him happy just to see her smile. To see that soft expression in his flawless face, all hard angles and sharp features...it's more than she knows what to do with.

But she does know that she likes being in his arms, and she likes the way his hands are still moving slowly against her, and she wants to kiss him again to judge how much she likes having his mouth on hers. So she decides that she's ok with this idea of just seeing, and wraps her arms around his neck, and pulls him into another kiss.

The kissing is great, she discovers. He knows exactly how much pressure to use, and his mouth tastes pleasantly of warmth and gin, and surely she's never felt anything as thrilling as the way his lips play with hers.

After a while he deepens the kiss, and she learns what it's like to tangle tongues with a man. But then just as she's starting to get too breathless, he pulls back and the kiss changes pace again. His teeth toy with her bottom lip, and he places the gentlest bite at the corner of her mouth, and his head angles with every movement of his mouth to keep her in sync with him.

His hands very properly stay on her back, loosely closed against her waist. The kiss goes on and on and forever has never felt so good, but she starts to think maybe it would be nice to have those hands elsewhere.

She doesn't know how to ask, so instead she does what she always does and just makes it happen. She puts her hand over his and slides it up along her side, and even just that already feels so good.

But when his hand lands on her breast it's even better, and it's all she can do not to moan at that. She doesn't want to moan at something so silly so she tries to hold her breath and just focus on how it feels to have his warm, broad palm cupping her like that...

He takes the hint. Without breaking the kiss, he starts to caress her there, using those powerful hands to fabulous effect. Finally his mouth moves down to her neck and shoulder, while his hands continue their work, and there's no way she can hold back her appreciation at that.

"That's...good..." she mumbles, and she can feel him smile against her skin.

Fondling has always been an ugly word, but that's definitely what he's doing and it is nothing short of amazing. She starts to feel warm and heavy all over, and her surprisingly responsive nipples are poking against her bra, and if it feels this good when he's touching her above her clothes, how much better might it feel if her dress came off...?

But that thought is too much too soon, she can't really imagine undressing for him, she's never been naked with anyone and even if it would feel fantastic to be skin to skin with him she's not yet ready for it.

His hands slow down and drift away, but the way he starts to stroke her back is good too so she doesn't complain.

Finally his mouth leaves her too, and an involuntary whimper of disappointment escapes her lips, and she's annoyed at herself again. Get a grip Aaliya, you're better than this.

But the negative self-talk she always uses to keep control doesn't seem to have much power in this room. He smiles at her, and runs his thumb along her jaw, and she suddenly feels like she would give anything to stay locked in this moment. He's making her feel so cherished and desired and worthy, and she starts to feel breathless again but it has nothing to do with the kissing...

Without saying anything, he guides her onto the bed. For a cynical moment she wonders if he's going to push for more now, if he only said he was ok with less to trick her into staying with him.

She thinks that if he does try to get too forceful she can probably get away from him. He's not that much stronger than her, though she's discovering now that he does have gloriously muscled arms and a firm, fit chest. Anyway, she did take that self defense workshop at university and she knows where to strike him if she needs to get away...

But the scared, negative thoughts fade away again because he's not pushing, he's not trying to touch her any more intimately than she's already allowed. He's just holding her against him, and kissing her, and whispering nonsensical things about how hot she is and how lucky he feels and how he wants to show her what her body can do...

His hands are exploring her, bringing heat and an electric energy everywhere they go. There's a new kind of tension building under her skin and she wouldn't be able to say whether it's good or bad because it's just everything, everywhere, an overwhelming wave of something that is just growing more and more intense by the second until all she can hear is the pounding of her pulse in her ears, and her whole body feels molten...

"Neil," she finally says, and she hates that she feels so helpless, but she doesn't know that her voice has turned husky with arousal and he thinks it's the sexiest sound he's ever heard.

"Yes?" he purrs, and she thinks it's so strange how he can sound smug and appealing at the same time. An hour ago she would've said that she could eat guys like him for breakfast, because he's just like the guys that matchmaking aunty wanted to show her. In so many ways, he's just another one of these stupidly arrogant, self-satisfied Indian men who think they're god's gift to humanity because they finish a university degree and are given a scrap of government power or a corporate job.

But now she wants something, and she can't deny that it's in his power to give, and she's going to try to ignore the feeling of putting herself in his debt and just ask.

"Neil, I...need...something more." The "please" gets caught in her throat. She is Aaliya Mehra after all and no matter how much her blood is burning with unfamiliar desire she's not going to beg anyone for relief.

He stills, his whole body going tense. "Are you sure?" he asks, and his hand rests heavily on her hip, his breath is hot against her cheek, his fine hair brushes sensuously against her forehead...

"Yes, I'm sure." She wonders why she's not actually that irritated that he's checking for confirmation. She'd always thought she'd prefer an assertive lover, a man who didn't need to be told what to do or what she wanted.

But she finds she likes the way he is more respectful of her boundaries than even she is. It's part of this feeling of being cherished and for a moment she feels a real sense of danger. She could easily lose her heart to this man she barely knows and that wouldn't do at all.

But then again, look what happened when she trusted her heart to a man she'd known and loved her whole life.

The thought of Purab is thankfully fleeting. Neil's fingers skate down her leg, pulling her back to the moment with nervous anticipation.

"Listen...we can stop at any time, ok? No pressure..." But his voice has deepened with passion, and she's very satisfied to know that he's just as affected as she is, and for the moment at least she can't imagine stopping whatever it is he wants to do...

His hand slides under her dress and up her thigh and in the moment just before he reaches his target she realizes that he's going to find her already damp for him...that's kind of embarrassing but also a relief, she wouldn't want him to think that she wasn't completely normal, and of course it's completely normal to be so turned on when a guy has been giving her such careful attention as he has...

He starts to stroke her there, above the fabric, and Aaliya has to close her eyes and bite her lip because it feels too good. She buries her face in his neck as he continues, because she can't possibly look at him while he does this.

She hears his huff of amusement against her ear but he doesn't say anything, doesn't try to make her look at him. He just keeps touching her, and the warmth of the moment stretches and stretches, and that roaring tension along her nerves is somehow both soothed and agitated as his clever fingers continue their play...

"So..." he murmurs after a while, "Can I take this off?" His fingers are hooked under the elastic waistband, but he's not moving them. Waiting for permission, just like he promised.

She doesn't want to ruin the moment with words, so she just nods against his chest.

But that's not enough for him. He pulls back from her a little and makes her meet his eyes.

"Aaliya?"

She gives him a quick scowl, annoyed that he's making her say it aloud. "Yes...yes, take it off."

He smiles again, and then she thinks maybe it was worth it to have to actually look at him and say yes, because seeing the eager delight on his face feels almost as good as what he's been doing with his hand.

Then he does take off what he's asked for, and even though she's still wearing her dress and he still has all his clothes on, now there's nothing between his questing hand and her sensitive skin and she has never ever felt more naked.

She has to close her eyes again as his hand finds its way back to her. Without the fabric there to muffle the sensation, his touch is almost more than she can handle.

He starts to kiss her again, and it's a good distraction from the way his fingers are sparking fireworks as they dance in her folds.

After some moments pass she begins to wonder if maybe he doesn't know as much about what he should be doing as she thought. Surely he should know where she really needs him to touch her, it's not that hard to find no matter what the girlie mags say about oblivious guys...

But before she can be too disappointed he proves that yes, he does know exactly what he's doing. He tweaks her nub, teasing her with light swipes until she wants to groan with frustration and yell at him to touch her properly, please!

Then his fingers move away and she does break their kiss to express her dissatisfaction. She tightens her hand in his hair and tips his head so that he has to look at her and growls, "Neil! Get your thumb back there."

He laughs, and brings up his free hand to stroke his other thumb across her lip. "Patience, babe. I'll give you what you need. Just let it happen."

That's utterly infuriating, and for a minute she wants to pull away from him because she's so annoyed, but then his fingers find somewhere else to explore and she goes still as she feels it, this brand new sensation...she's never even touched herself like that before and now all of a sudden it's happening, he's there...

"Relax, Aaliya. Breathe," he advises, and how can it be that this man she's just met sounds like he's known and cared about her for ages and ages? Because again he's making her feel cherished and safe and never in a million years would she have thought that what started as a tipsy hookup would turn into this incredibly intimate, stupidly emotional exchange of trust...

His finger moves in and out, slow and careful, and all she can think about is the way it feels. Her breathing hitches and miracle of miracles her brain starts to turn off and wow, really, coming up to this room with him is turning out to be the best impulse she's ever followed.

"Do you like it?" he murmurs, and a part of her melts at the way his voice has dropped so low, but she's annoyed too because his words have pulled her back to the moment just when she was getting fully lost in the feeling...

"I like it," she tells him, and somehow he takes this as approval for more, because his touch changes. His hand moves faster, and he fits in a second finger, and just like that she's getting lost in the feeling again, and it's even better now...

She can feel that tension under her skin starting to gather, starting to coil into a spring that will surely catapult her to the moon when it's released. She's losing the ability to think again, which is good, because the last thing she needs in this moment is to remember how she's never quite been able to take herself all the way, how at the embarrassingly advanced age of 23, she's never actually had an orgasm...

He starts to rub her most sensitive place, too, and that's all she needs. It only takes a few minutes, though for her it feels like deliciously endless hours. His busy hands stay steady at their task until yes, finally, the spring uncoils, the tension cascades, that perfect inner explosion she's always wanted to reach actually happens, and the thrill of the best moment of her life courses through her in wave after wave of heady release.

When she comes back to herself, he's lying on his back with his arms behind his head, watching her recover with a wicked grin. He's as relaxed as if he's just been watching cricket on tv instead of bringing her to ecstasy.

She can't believe that she actually likes his nonchalance. God knows what's happening to her that she's so attracted to this too cocky, self-satisfied, barely more than middle class guy who managed to win the genetic lottery with a face like Adonis...and then, of course, his talented hands...

She blinks and gets a hold of herself. She slides her legs together and the stickiness and lack of underwear feels very weird but that's not important at the moment.

"So..." she says, forcing herself to sound calm and rational instead of gushing like a besotted schoolgirl, "Thanks for that. What can I do for you in return?"

He frowns and reaches his hand out to gently play with her hair. "Nothing. It's not like that. I told you, we're just exploring."

She glances down at his lower body and she can see that he wasn't unaffected by what they just did. She's very glad that she helped cause that effect she can observe below his belt, but she can't just let him say it doesn't matter.

"Yeah, but...I play fair. You please me, I please you."

He laughs, shaking his head. "Not tonight, babe. There's such a thing as too much too soon, you know?"

"But -"

"Tell you what. What I want in return is for you to have dinner with me in Mumbai. And if you want to come back to my place after dinner, we can see about that too."

He's asking her out on a date? Aaliya cannot believe the odd turns this night has taken. But she doesn't have to think twice about her answer, either.

She definitely wants to see him again. She has to give him at least one more chance to do that thing with his hand again, to test whether it was just a fluke or whether he has consistent skill.

And he's right, maybe anything more tonight would be too much, too soon. But she does want to get her hands on him and return the favour...after all, she's Aaliya Mehra, and she can't leave the equation unbalanced. He's already had her at his mercy, breathless with satisfaction...she's going to have him the same way someday soon.

She slides her hand on his chest, feeling his ripped abdomen under his fine-quality shirt. "Ok, Neil. I'd like that."

He smiles again, and that affectionate light comes back to his eyes, and as he pulls her close for a slow, unhurried, undemanding kiss, Aaliya congratulates herself again on making the excellent decision to come up to his room that night. Maybe sometimes it was worth it to be impulsive.