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For Dol and Muniza…
Not that my idiot family…is not included in this dedication…this one is for..being them..and… for Maaneet..as we love them..and are awaiting their..union…
Burning the Midnight Oil
Maan woke up with a start and turned to see Geet and realised she was not in the bed. He looked at the clock on the night stand and wondered where she was at this hour. He touched her side of the bed and it was cool so she must have been out of her bed for sometime now. He threw away his covers, pulled on his shirt as he only wore the boxer shorts but left it unbuttoned. He walked out of the bedroom to see where Geet could be only to find a light burning at the end of the corridor in the upstairs office. Maan wondered what Geet was doing in the office.
He went up to it and stood at the threshold and watched Geet working on some files at the table. He frowned thinking what was she working on now that could not wait till tomorrow? But he found it totally enthralling to her sitting there working in a peach satin negligee that was strappy and clingy. He seemed to get a kick out of watching her work in clothes that were so unwork like.
"Geet" He whispered softly going upto her and putting his hand on her shoulder. "What are you doing up so late? Neend nahi aa rahi thi to mujhe utha diya hota, why are you working alone? Kya hua, is it the baby?"
Geet looked up as he had put his hand on her and then sat back arching her back to remove the kink she seemed to have in her spine.
She smiled at his concern and replied, "Mein theek hoon Maan aur baby bhi theek hai," she put a hand on her stomach before continuing, "aapko kyun itni tension hoti hai… I would have woken you up if I was not feeling well, but i was not sleepy after I woke up and decided to get some work done for the project we are looking at right now. The ruined hotel that we were looking at buying and restoring, I was going through the blueprint to see how viable it would be. Time ka dhyan nahi raha. Bas mein sone aane waali hi thi."
"Aap kyon utth gaye…" Geet asked concerned.
"Woh pyaas lagi thi so I woke up and found you not in the bed to dekhne aa gaya ki kahan ho tum." Maan explained.
Geet then picked up the glass of water on the table and gave it to Maan. Maan took it looking at Geet and put the glass to his lip without breaking his eye contact with her. The glass tipped and the water spilled on his torso, making him wet and along with it his open shirt. The quick spreading wetness spread on the shirt and doused his nipples which showed through the wet shirt.
Geet looked at the action and desire flared in her eyes. Maan had bent forward and then in his haste to put the glass back on the table spilled the water on Geet as well. He laughed but then saw the look on Geet's eyes and then at the way water has spilled between her breasts and making her satin negligee blotted with a patch of water. Geet had now pushed back her chair and stood up with a jolt and felt affronted with Maan laughing at his clumsiness. Thank god, she mused the paper did not get wet as she quickly darted a look at the table.
"Kya kar rahen hain aap" she ventured but halted as she looked at his wet shirt and could not stop herself from wetting her lips. Maan saw the telltale action of hers which never failed to arouse him. He felt desire shoot up to his groin and he knew his eyes were dilated. His lips straightened from the curve they had with the spontaneous laughter that had come out of him and now parted slightly to see the rivulets of water that traveled down her valley between the breasts and hide behind the satin cloth that did not seem to hide her curves. Her nipples seemed to have perked up as his eyes moved to them as if knowing they were the point of attention now for his eyes.
Geet was too engrossed in her own observation to notice where his eyes traveled but knew how her body reacted to his gaze and knew that Maan was looking at her breasts. Wanting to break the moment, she put her hand on his chest to push him away but felt herself curl her hand in his shirt that was now wet. She felt the coolness of the shirt and could not help herself but brush her fingers against his nipple through the shirt. She heard him hiss and looked up and immediately took her hand away and said,
"mujhe kaam khatam karna hai…jaaiye aap so jaaiye…" and sat back in the chair. She picked up the file again and started looking at it, when she felt Maan touch her hair and then push them to one side as he started kneading her neck to soothe the kinks in her shoulder. Geet bent her head in front to give him more access so that he could work on the kinks in her spine to. Maan then slowly worked down her spine, taking care to not put too much pressure but gently massage the back to make her relax. Geet, after few minutes resumed with her pen and started working on the design when Maan bent forward over her shoulder and ran his hands down her arms and caught hold of a crayon in the pen stand and drew a line on her arm.
Geet startled, turned over her shoulder and looked at Maan telling him, "Kya aap nahi chahte mein kaam khatam karoon?"
Maan then smiles at her and says, "meine kahan roka hai tumhein, tum apna kaam karo…mein apna…"
And resumes the coloring session on the back of her neck. Geet squirms but remained working stubbornly when Maan comes to the front and sits on the table, leans over to her starts making a flower on the forearm.
"Stop it Maan, it tickles…" Geet admonishes with laughter lacing her words and then looks up at him to find the mood in his eyes that is playful and passionate. She decides to play his game and takes her sketch pen and draws a line on his arm too.
Maan holds her wrist shaking his head saying, "uh, oh… sweetheart, you don't get to do that…" in a langrous tone.
Geet now riled with restriction, shoved the papers away, stood up and picked up the jug of water and poured it on his head drenching him and of course some splashed over her as well in her haste to run away.
She turned to run away from him but he jumped off the table and catches her just as she was near the doorway. He then rubbed his wet hair against her face and neck and promised, "Ah Geet, now you are going to pay for this."
He then took the jug from her hand and then put it away. He held her to him so that her gown would get soaked as well with his wet shirt.
Geet squeaked, but Maan did not relent. He picked her up and put her on the edge of the table. He then held her ankle and traced the water that found itself there up her leg. Geet's breath hitched but she was not going to let him control this and she kicked her leg to free of his hold.
Maan was surprised and his hand lost the grip. Geet slid down the table and pushed Maan back till he was against the wall. Maan gave his lopsided smile and questioned Geet on what she was upto with his eyes, but he was enjoying his wife's aggression. "Geet," he growled but Geet put a hand on his lip and commanded, "don't smile, don't think only you can push around" and pulled the collar of his shirt giving her best feline look that told him she was ready to eat him.
Geet then pulled his shirt off of his shoulder and threw it away. She then looked at his bare chest and the streams of water that seemed to end at the waist of his boxer shorts. She ran her hand from his nipple down the the waist wiping the droplets along the way and then traced the edge of the short with her index finger.
Maan's stomach convexed with indrawn breath, but he was going to face this like a man he thought and just pushed his head back to keep a lid on this desire and let his wife have a field day. His hands splayed against the wall for they were itching to crush her to him but he needed to feel this, let her do this to him, push him over the brink.
Geet heard the slight sound and the movement his body made and became even bolder. She then rubbed herself against him, the gown that was partially wet, cool against his skin burning him up with coolness and the dry igniting him like an emery paper against a match. He knew he could not take this much longer.
Geet then bent her knee and hitched her leg around him; the only point of contact was their burning center. Maan then moaned, losing control and picked her up with her around his waist and took her to the bedroom to finish off what she had started.
Maan removed the negligible clothing she did have and made love to her that was both passionate and playful. He was gentle yet demanding and Geet matched his desires and they both took eachother to the place that was theirs, just theirs.
Next morning, he found himself stretching out as he awoke and found Geet standing next to the bed with a cup of coffee for him smiling as he opened his eyes and on seeing him awake she ordered, "Wake up sleepy head, we have to go the site…"
"Ah, my wife, slave driver by day and… hunter by night…"Maan quipped as he took the coffee with one hand put it on night stand and pulled her with other on top of him and decided he needed to show who was the boss finally.
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