Vignette : The Night Forever .... Updated

He's hungry tonight.

I can tell by the way he's looking at me. His soulful eyes are on me in a way that I can't move around.

We've already eaten dinner and I've been cleaning up the kitchen for the past 20 minutes. The whole time I've been working, he's been leaning against the counter watching me.

Neither of us has said a word. Not that this is a problem. We have not needed words for some time. Only now it's at a whole new level. We're saying different things. Things we wouldn't dare reveal some time back, but we are now in fair territory, now that we are married. And have our own apartment.

I had sensed his mood when I walked into our home ... I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time. I looked at him and caught his eyes and something inside me just ... just gave. Of course, when he walked over to me and stood there, I knew we were about to cross the final frontier. We had waited all this while.

It was all so plain I was nearly overwhelmed. And when I felt his hands close around my arms and then felt him pull me into his embrace, I knew that it was going to be very soon that we'd find each other. Finally. Really. No holding back.

"Ragini?" he calls to me, his voice a caress over my name. Sometimes I forget the Nachiket I interact with when he says my name like that. My body quickens in response

I turn around quickly and face him, catching him off-guard. I see the wildness in his eyes and I cannot help the impulse that pulls the corners of my mouth up into a smile. He is dressed in black jeans and a navy blue T shirt. Very sexy. I lock onto his darkened eyes and stay silent.

"What's the smile for?" he asks me, smiling knowingly even as he asks.

I lean into him as he wraps his arms around me and finds my ear with his mouth. Incoherent murmurs are all I can manage for a few moments. Content to let him touch me and kiss me, I revel in the feeling of him standing this close, knowing that it is me that he wants and no other.

His efforts are rewarded with my soft sighs, but then I decide to give him what he's seeking.

I push him away enough to catch his eyes again.

And then I pull him back again to kiss him deeply. He is surprised a bit and then joins in enthusiastically, his arms pulling me closer, crushing me against his ribs.

We break the kiss after a few eternal moments. He then pulls me back fully against him and I bury my face in his chest while he rests his chin on the top of my head. He smells so good that I feel dizzy with want and need.

"Feel like dessert, Nachiket?" I mumble as he starts caressing my waist. It's just occurred to me that we are in the kitchen and I'm not feeling adventurous about the table at all. Or the counter.

He senses my thoughts somehow and picks me up and carries me to our bed. He deposits me at the foot of the bed. I stand there clutching his arms desperately. His breath is hot and rapid against my neck where he is trailing kisses from ear to collar bone, and I shiver under his onslaught. Not with cold, but with anticipation.

"Dessert?" he mutters as he traces a path with his fingertip from the upper part of my throat to the base of my neck. He plants a kiss there, and I squirm. His mouth on my ear again produces another string of incoherent murmurs while he slowly undresses me.

"Yes" I finally manage to get out between gasps and sighs.

"I think I've got it right here, Ragini". I look up into his twinkling eyes.

I begin to melt under his gentle caresses over my back and down my sides.

He bends his head to capture my mouth and I am swept away by his hunger. His mouth is rough and demanding this time, and I respond with an intensity that matches his.

I reach for him, wanting to pull off his shirt, wanting to touch him and feel him against me, but he stops me.

"Wait, sweetheart. Not yet."

Our eyes meet and I feel a new rush of excitement wash over me. I smile and he runs his fingers up my legs and I am lost again in the warmth of his hands. I tip my head back and close my eyes, and am greeted with the feeling of his lips working their way up the inside of my leg and his hands sliding up the back of my legs.

"Don't let me stop you then," I tell him coyly and returns his attention to the soft expanse of my stomach.

I whimper under his onslaught and attempt again to get his clothes off him. To say that I want him has become an understatement. This time, when I tug at his shoulders, he complies and stands up, a lopsided grin planted on his face, his eyes shining dangerously.

"Too much?" he asks, a challenge in his words.

"No," I answer simply. It's not too much. Never. In fact, tonight, it's as if it's not enough. I want more. My breathing has already become rapid. I hold his gaze and pull him against me. The shirt becomes old news in 10 seconds. I discard it on the floor next to my clothes and he chuckles.

"Impatient, aren't we?" he teases.

"I just want to touch you," I tell him with no hesitation.

Nachiket leans forward and captures my mouth again in a hard and probing kiss. His hands are in my hair, on my neck, on my face. I tilt my head back so he can deepen the kiss and we stand there for what feels like an eternity. I place my hands across the tight muscles of his chest and marvel at the feel of his skin under my fingertips. I can never get enough of touching him. And I think he enjoys it as much as I do.

He breaks the kiss then steps back, undressing himself. He then slides his hands up my arms and rests them on my shoulders.

My shy smile is his answer. It is the only answer he needs. I close my eyes again and am greeted with the sensation of his soft lips on my throat, at my collarbone, at various points down my chest. I am becoming restless under his assault and I am overwhelmed by the need to touch him again. To feel his skin under my hands, to hold him and protect him the way he protects me. It is a rush of emotions tangled up with only the sensory perception of him touching me and I almost open my eyes to see what it is that has triggered this swarm of feelings.

But I don't open my eyes. I try to focus on his fingertips as they light fires all over my skin, but I still feel the swirling emotions and begin to wonder whether this is such a good idea after all. I cannot push away my need to touch him, and I feel myself growing tense.

"Nachiket --"

"Shhh ... relax" he whispers in my ear. "Just relax. Let me show you ..." his voice trails off, the suggestion and promise of an unmatched night of lovemaking apparent in his tone. I am immediately determined to make him live up to his suggestiveness, and I refocus on his touches, forgetting for a moment my desire to touch him the way he is touching me.

His fingertips find the sensitive spot in the curve of my hip, and he applies subtle pressure to which I moan. He smiles his appreciation and then he lifts me up and places me on the centre of the bed.

I feel myself relax, giving control over to him completely. I close my eyes again and tip my head back as he trails kisses again from my throat to my ear, moving southward as I feel myself building toward the inevitable release that I have been craving since we started this encounter.

His warm weight on me is a comfort that I have missed for long and I nearly cry at the sensation as his lips, his hands, his entire being concentrated in loving me to the core.

As my eyes glisten with tears at the familiar sensations that have long eluded me, I wrap my arms around his neck and drop kisses from his jaw to his ear. He mumbles incoherently and I rake my nails across the back of his shoulders as we slowly move towards completion.

His moans tell me he is approaching the edge himself. I smile all over again and kiss him behind the ear, flicking my tongue over the lobe then nibbling there for greater effect.

"God, I missed this," he manages to say between his own gasps. I feel the sweat running off both of us and taste it on his skin where his shoulder meets his neck.

Suddenly, I sense that we are both at the edge. His mouth on my highly sensitized skin, as I whisper terms of endearment, catalyses us and I hurtle off the precipice, free-falling to a place only Nachiket can take me. Only to be joined by him in the journey itself.

After a few moments I begin to come down from my high, and I find him watching me, a sly smile already in place. I smile back at him and hug him tightly, resting my forehead against his shoulder. We are slick with sweat from our lovemaking yet I relish the feel of his body against mine.

We have spent a lot of time apart from each other.

He tightens his grip on me and I feel him exhale slowly.

I lift my head from his shoulder so that I can look at him. His eyes are soft, as they scan my face.

"What?" I ask, trying not to smile again.

"I love you."

My eyes suddenly tear up and I am caught off-guard by the intensity of my emotions. I don't bother to hide the depth of what I feel for him. I have been hiding from him and from myself for long.

"I love you, too, Nachiket," I manage to say, even though my throat feels tight. Our eyes do not stray as we lie on the bed together, in each other's arms. He dips his head and kisses me again. This time his kiss is soft and gentle.

"I really do love you, you know?" I say, nuzzling against his neck and nipping again at his ear.

"Mmm ... I know, Ragini ..." he murmurs as I reach for the lights on the nightstand.

The END

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