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Hi. This is very rushed and purely for Genie. (remember that RiKara irritating each other thing we commented about?) I tried to write something on it and this came out. I don't think this is what you were expecting and I'm sorry already. But somewhere I do hope you like it.
I wrote this in like 25 minutes so please, please don't expect much! (I do expect sandals from you guys though for this)
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He pushes her swiftly, trapping her in the barely there space between his body and the wall. Her startled gasp dies when his finger lands on her lips. The now familiar tingle of current runs through both of them at the contact.
He can feel Svetlana's eyes on them but he knows he would have done this even if she hadn't been there. His wife looks too tempting in red, with her hair open, her eyes wide with anticipation running clearly through them. They've been doing this enough for her to know what to expect, enough for their bodies to run in a sync that leaves both of them breathless.
'this is just for show.' he still considers it important to remind himself while his body reacts powerfully to the close proximity of his personal brand of kryptonite. The woman staring at them is all but a very distant thought in his head as he drinks in the warm woman in his arms, who stares up at him with eyes deeper than the oceans.
His long fingers slide into her hair with ease, his mouth slanting over hers in a sensous move suddenly. He tilts her head back slightly to gain better access to her mouth, tongue dipping in between her readily parted lips and plundering with a hunger that sends a shiver down her spine.
She makes a deep sound of response, driving her fingers into his hair to hold him close. The strokes of his tongue cause a burn of pure sensation go through her body and she kisses him back with the same passion that he evokes in her.
She clings on to him, surprising him. Her fingers weave in his hair aimlessly as she kisses back with a hot urgency, her soft body pressing into his hard one. Her heart thunders loudly in her chest as he lets his hand slide down her body, settling on her hip to pull her even closer.
Her knees feel weak when he deepens the kiss and she is glad his hand is around her waist for support. Her fingers work through his hair, belatedly starting on a pre-planned job. One hand clutches his shoulder tightly as he drives her wild with his kiss, fingers thrumming against her wiast.
His stubble rasps against her soft skin making her quiver in his arms. He makes a satisfying sound in his throat at that, a need to feel that reaction again running through his system.
It is Gauri who breaks the kiss first, quite to his dismay, when she sees Svetlana turn away and slam her door shut with a huff, stopping Omkara who is quite determined to push her up against the very wall even more if possible and have his way with her. The whole way. Right there and then.
She gasps in the air, taking deep breaths, heady with his kiss while he still maintains a tight hold on her; quite aware of the tasks her fingers have been up to.
"Why did you do that?" he clenches his fingers around her fist that his hooked around his neck.
"Do what?" she suppresses her smile even as her heart thumps crazily.
"You know what!" he brings her hand up beside her head. His fingers work on getting her fist open, his other hand holding her against himself.
"For someone so tiny, you sure have one tight grip," he says through clenched teeth, still struggling to open her fingers. "Let go!" he finally prises her small fist open to reveal his hair-tie.
"This," he states as he pulls some of his hair back into its usual ponytail.
"Because you do this," she glares at him as she pushes back her hair to reveal a dark mark on her neck. It has been great to get back at him in her own little way. She knows his hair has always been a touchy topic, hence the attack on the hair-tie. However minute the moment is, it is still good to watch him get annoyed.
He smirks to himself when he sees the mark: the proof of their early morning activities. It gives him immense satisfaction, to see his mark on her, something his face doesn't betray.
"This... this is bound to happen," he still maintains a hold on her waist.
"Contract papers me to nahi tha," she blinks up at him. He feels his frustration build up as he stares down at her heart-shaped face. She looks stunning, with thoroughly kissed lips begging for attention. His eyes dip lower, her exposed neck and her dishevelled clothes certainly don't help his situation.
Then her tongue darts out to moisten her lower lip and he feels the last of his constraints break. He steps away from her promptly leaving her wide-eyed. He struggles to control his betraying body while she tries to decode his sudden change of mood.
She opens her lips to question him but he takes hurried steps towards their room leaving her to run behind him. She enters the room to see him snatch his kurta from the cupboard quite angrily, judging by his face.
He turns around only to almost collide with his tempting contract-wife, that his treacherous body wants more than anything.
"Kua kiya humne?" she asks with the fullness of her lower lip caught in her teeth apprehensively. He groans at that, a desperate sound before locking himself in the bathroom with a chant of cold shower.
She shrugs to herself at his eccentric behaviour before settling down to work out more ways to irk him.
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I'm ready with a bat for whatever you guys wanna throw at me!
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Jodha Akbar
