Since the forum is exploding with panic about Zoya and Ayaan's elopement plans, I thought I might as well post the next part to dissipate the tension :p This one's for me2you, because your comments are getting longer and longer, and that makes me happier and happier (:
Through The Monsoon: Part 27
Zoya inhaled Asad's familiar scent deeply, gasping
a little as Asad's lips increased pressure on hers. The gasp gave Asad enough
leeway to capture her lower lips between his lips, kissing her softly. Zoya
felt a rush of excitement and happiness run through her entire being, as her
heartbeats picked up pace. She found one of her feet lifting off the floor
without realizing it, making her smile against Asad's lips. Wasn't this exactly
what that article had said would happen if she kisses someone she's compatible
with?
Asad had let go of her hands a long time back,
snaking his arms around her waist instead, and holding her firmly against his
body. Zoya trailed her hands up his torso, grabbing his coat lapels and tugging
them away, in an attempt to take his coat off. Asad obliged and removed his arms
from her waist, for a time just long enough to shrug off his coat. It dropped
on the floor in an unsightly mess, but Asad found that at that point, he really
didn't care.
Zoya already had one foot in the air, but soon she
found both her feet off the ground when Asad lifted her by her waist, and so
she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss even
once. Asad walked towards his bed and climbed onto it with his knees, lowering
Zoya onto his pillow. Zoya loosened the grip of her legs around his waist and
Asad finally pulled away, breaking their first, hell of long, earth-shattering kiss.
Zoya basked under Asad's loving gaze, leaning into
his touch as he cupped her face with his palm and brushed away her fringe with
his other hand. Emboldened, Zoya reached for his waistcoat, unbuttoning it
slowly. She felt Asad suck in his stomach as she brushed it, and she bit her
lower lip as a sudden wave of shyness washed over her at his reaction.
"Aap kitne kapre pehente ho," Zoya commented
softly, earning a smile of pure amusement from Asad. He leaned forward into
Zoya's shoulder as she pulled his waistcoat off his body, before turning his
head slightly and planting a kiss on her neck. Zoya's sigh of contentment
encouraged Asad to continue kissing her there, trailing the kisses back to her
lips and capturing them yet again. Zoya sighed as Asad closed his lips over her
upper lip this time, running her hands up his back before tangling her fingers
in his hair, pulling his head closer.
The shrill ringing of Asad's phone from his pants
pocket cut their second kiss short, and Asad reluctantly detached himself from
Zoya's embrace, despite her soft moans of protest. He took his phone out of his
pocket and glanced at the screen, surprised to see Ayaan's name flashing there,
this early in the morning. He had half a mind to answer it, but then he felt
Zoya's fingers take a playful walk up his chest, reaching for his tie and
tugging at it. He turned his attention back to Zoya's beautiful face and
smiled, rejecting Ayaan's phone call while he did. He switched off his phone
and tossed it on the floor, giving in to Zoya's tugs and claiming her lips yet
again.
Zoya began to loosen Asad's tie as he kissed her
again, pulling at the knot until it came off. She let the tie slip out of her
fingers and get crushed between their bodies as Asad closed his arms around her
waist, kissing her with even more force than before. Zoya let her body go limp,
holding onto Asad only by his shoulders, as Asad took the lead and kissed her more
passionately than she had ever even imagined in her wildest dreams.
Zoya was the one who broke the kiss after a while,
in a bid to catch her breath. Asad lightly brushed his thumb across Zoya's
plump lips, enjoying Zoya's sharp intakes of breath he could feel against it. Now
he suddenly understood why all those teenage TV shows and movies kept showing the
leads enjoying long make out sessions. There was just something so enchanting
about it, which made him feel so light-headed and happy. He wouldn't mind doing
this all day, but he seemed to have tired Zoya out.
"Thak gayi kya? Itne toh main kehta hoon, exercise
kiya karo," Asad teased, brushing his nose against hers in an Eskimo kiss. Zoya
laughed heartily at his statement, clutching his collar and lowering his head
to her neck, which he gladly took as an opportunity to nuzzle her.
"Aap hi sikhaaye na, kya kya exercise karke aisi
body banaayi hai," Zoya replied wittily, releasing his collar and running her
palms down his torso. Asad lifted his body off of hers, holding himself up by
his elbows. He raised his eyebrow, looking down at his body and then returning
his gaze to her, smiling mischievously.
Zoya returned his smile with a wink as well,
reaching for the top button of his shirt and unbuttoning it slowly. Asad closed
his eyes and mock-gasped, feigning shock. Zoya giggled as Asad grabbed her
hands and directed them to the second button, and Zoya obliged, eventually
unbuttoning his shirt entirely. She ran her fingers over his six packs without
even bothering to take off his shirt, earning a low growl from Asad, before he
leaned in and took her by the lips again.
"Mujhe office jaana hai," Asad finally admitted
breathlessly, as he broke the kiss. Zoya blew at Asad's face playfully, making
his fringe flop up and down. She held Asad's hands in hers and placed them on
her waist, dropping kisses on his neck and face as she did.
"Toh jao na, maine kab manaa kiya," Zoya replied
laughingly, kissing him everywhere on his face except his lips. Asad subconsciously
clutched the fabric of Zoya's shirt around her waist where she had placed his
hands, causing it to tuck out of her jeans. He immediately pulled away to
apologize, but when his eyes met Zoya's glazed ones, he knew he didn't have to
apologize for anything.
Tossing the idea of leaving for work out of his
mind for the umpteenth time that morning, Asad captured Zoya's lips yet again,
sliding his hand under her shirt and drawing lazy circles on her stomach, as
Zoya ran her fingers through his hair again, clutching his head as he kissed
her. The pitter-patter of the first drops of rain hitting the ground outside
went unnoticed by the two, trapped in their own little bubble of new-found
happiness.
XXX
For whoever was complaining about my lack of description, hope this suffices :p
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