Part 96: Metamorphosis Update 2
He pulled it slowly and she felt the smoothness of her sari against her navel slipping from where she had her pleats tucked. Her hands clutched on his arms as he drew her closer while he kissed her, supporting the curve of her neck, anchoring himself to the delicate movements of her body and her lips. She naturally turned in reaction when his lips grazed the crevice of her mouth, slowly tracing his way to the corner of her ear and down her jaw to nuzzle her neck.
It felt like time had stilled and a part of her was drifting into another plane of higher consciousness where she was aware, so alarmingly aware of the minutiae of his touch; the pressure that sieved into a feather light caress as he moved his fingers, made it appear, as if he was practicing an ancient art of casting spells on her. Another part of her mind, accentuated an unknown, imaginative presence of tiny magical gold fishes swimming her body, the wobbling open and close of their buoyant mouths tickled her as they crowded behind her skin, awaiting his finger to land there. Like he had bait at his fingertips, but in reality she was lost in a whirlpool of anticipation in her world of old and new. She didn't think it was old in a predictable way, but old in the ritualistic knowledge that the experience would be novel.
He didn't know he'd had imaginary shackles on his mind, the last time her body had been under his mercy. He heard what sounded like box cutters - which again were only her surrendering words - unchaining him to be taken over by a sheer force of passion, while another side of him felt allayed by her labored breaths, reducing the overpowering force into half, inveigling him to taste every rise and fall of her body; have the artful moving of his fingers spin a silvery web of memory on her skin to last the hard textures of time. He wanted it to invoke a sense of persuasion, make her run back to his arms, if she ever was to find herself away from him. How very disarmingly conflicted he was to take her down in one go and also to love her thoroughly, just like she deserved?
His arms moved higher up, on either sides of her willowy waist dragging his thumb along until he felt the cool chiffon of her blouse. He smiled over her lips as he recollected the last and the only time she'd had a sari blouse on. It was something he would have to work at getting used to, halting in the course of fervency to untie a garment with at least hundred hooks. Didn't they have less complicated ones with back knots or a sash? She smiled now, gradually taking her arms to circle his neck, as he fidgeted with the bottom hook.
"Wrong timing baby" He mumbled against the softness of her lips.
He thought if her blouse wasn't co-operating, his ignorant brother-in-law was not far behind. His cellphone rang, highlighting Maan's number, which he caught from the corner of his eye as it shook from the vibration on the window sill.
She went to lie down on the warming bed, while he attended to the call. The play of irony in the situation occurred to her as she watched him lie through his teeth, that he'd left her home a while ago. All her family was ardently praying for the two of them to get back together and now that they were a couple again, she couldn't let them in on their happiness. She thought, she would sure think of ways to break the news to them without falling prey to the deathly taunts. Else she would just have her husband do it, and at that she half-musingly chuckled, imaging him blush skin deep in front of them.
"What's funny?" He asked, callously falling next to her in bed and leaning down to kiss the hollow of her neck, his arm encircling her waist from behind, as she lay on her side. His toasty breath by the tip of her ear had her close her eyes in accord, as she buried the other side of her face into the pillow. He pictured her doing the exact same thing and the vague image came to him blurry, having him slightly clench his chest muscle with a strong emotion, he couldn't quite identify with.
She turned now, breaking his thoughts, dispersing them like drop of a stone on still water and buried her head on his shoulder. He tipped her head back and she was coyly smiling at him with draping lashes that fanned his desire. Without another moment's loss, he took in her lips in a firm yet gentle hold and ran his palm down to mold them on her chest, while she still had her blouse on. Her perking curves, instantly convulsed, evoking a swirling mix of pain and pleasure and she instantly jerked his hand off. He pulled away in an alarm and looked at her, hoping he hadn't offended her, the surprise glimmering clear in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked wondering, if she even had intentions of being intimate with him that night.
"Nothing...It's...I mean...just sensitive" She smiled uneasily and averted her gaze to the sight of his bare chest that peeked from the crack of his unbuttoned shirt. Tracing a line along his sternum, she bent down to place a kiss there and shuffled about to kiss him on the lips. He was not responsive at first; however he soon eased into her cajoling kiss. Almost unconsciously his feet snaked around hers, hauling her body closer. She hissed as she felt the cool of the metal buckle against her stomach. Tucking in her belly she unbuckled it and pulled it off from the loops of his jean. He raised himself on his elbow, enabling the removal and partly rested on her, moving to suckle on the creamy expanse of her chest.
Her skin was on fire everywhere he showered kisses and her neck arched back in a rush of tingles that he pressed there with his warm lips. She felt the surge of sensitivity rise again on her peaking curves with only his touch and she turned away abruptly.
This time around, he was disapprovingly miffed. "No seriously tell me, what's wrong?" disturbed more at this point, as another familiar image of her shoving his hand away from a recent past haunted his mind.
She sighed and closed her eyes, unable to convince him that it was nothing all, when it was everything...overtly pleasuring to the extent she felt she was roiling with ecstasy from a drug of some kind. It was only time, she'd known. Although she'd underestimated that her heightened state of sensitivity would return this early in the term. And then there were things hidden in plain sight...
Her placid look unnerved him, and in an impulse, he let his agitated tone slip out his throat.
"The last time you did this, you had a very good reason, and this time, you...are...not...even..." He began to punctuate with a pause at every word and that's when it occurred to him, the little pieces clicking back into its place in his head. She watched his eyes catch onto an unspeakable joy even as it was taking shape inside him. His heart constricted with a writhing bliss, as the corners of his lips curved on its own accord. An immense wave of euphoria washed over him and he raised his palm to cup her cheek. Her eyes lowered shy, while his eyes widened with an inexplicable sense of excitement and then came an understanding, gentling the myriad of emotions etched on his face. Slowly, with a shiver passing through her arm, she removed his hand from her cheek and placed it on her belly and covered the back of his hand with both her hands.
A lone tear of joy...and from an aching, slipped the brim of her eye as his hand picked up the living fibers of her skin and connected him to another being inside her. She was biting her lower lip and held her gaze where his hand was resting, a soft glowing smile lighting her face. He shook a sliver from the realization that came over him. His sense of balance from the jubilancy, landed his forehead on hers while his eyes drifted close, kissing her there. His arm went around, hugging her head close to his chest. And she smiled more peacefully, relieved that her one precious secret, that she carried around for a week, was no longer just hers to keep.
To be continued...
Short one, but felt compelled to write it. I can only hope I did justice to the scene. So please relieve me of my little harsh critic inside me and let me know how it came out. Hoping to hear from all of you...comments? Like button? THANK you people for commenting and keeping me going.
Edited by 6thElement - 14 years ago
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