Piya drew up her knees and turned to smile at Abhay, who was sitting next to her. "You are such a pig."
"What?"
"You ate four slices! Who eats four? That's too much."
Abhay frowned. "I asked you if you wanted. You kept saying no. Are you hungry? Do you want some?"
Piya giggled. She leaned over to kiss his cheek. "No. I was trying to see if I could wind you up. Gullible dork."
Abhay rolled his eyes. "I," he announced to the world at large, sitting on the rooftop of their building , "have a sadistic, diet-crazy girlfriend who doesn't even let me eat in peace after she burned dinner."
Piya hit him in the arm. "We agreed not to talk about that! Shame on you, Abhay Raichand!"
Abhay was smiling when he put an arm around her. "You shouldn't have made that crack about me being a pig."
He looked down to see her staring up at him, her eyes soft. "Piya?"
"I love watching you smile," she said softly. "You hardly ever used to."
Abhay cupped her face. "It's because of you, you know that? My beautiful, brave girl, demanding the superiors to release me so you could save me. I only wish I had witnessed it."
Piya blushed and buried her face in his chest. "I was settling scores - you saved my life too many times."
He stroked her hair, setting a kiss on the top of her head. "Sweetheart, I hate to say this, but you'll probably be settling scores for a long time now."
She raised her head, smiled. "We have time, Abhay."
He opened his mouth to answer - but stopped when a drop of water caught him on the nose.
Piya blinked, too, as several drops of water hit her upturned face.
Abhay rose to his feet in one fluid motion, pulling Piya to hers. "Come on. It's going to rain."
They were halfway across the roof when the rain began to fall in earnest, turning from a heavy drizzle to a downpour.
Piya let him pull her till the door, then stopped. "What?" said Abhay. He was already wet, like her, his cream shirt plastered to him.
"We're already wet," said Piya. "I'm going back there."
"Piya!"
But Piya had already pulled away and now she was standing in the middle of the rooftop, twirling in the rain, her laughter echoing.
Abhay stood rooted to the spot, watching her.
She caught him staring and crooked a finger at him. He shook his head. "Come back, Piya. You'll get a cold!"
Piya disregarded his well meaning advice and continued to twirl.
She ran to him and for a moment he was relieved that she was coming down with him - but no.
Piya merely took his hand and dragged him out in the rain. "Piya, are you trying to get us both sick? We have tests in a week-"
She covered his mouth with a hand. "Don't think. Dance with me, Abhay."
Piya watched Abhay's face relax slightly, one arm coming around her waist, the other at the back of her neck. He brought her up against him, so that they were touching breast to hip.
He nuzzled her neck, pulling her closer.
Piya's arms wound around him as they swayed in the rain.
It was a gift, she knew, the most precious gift, that she should be standing here like this, with Abhay, that Abhay would choose to stand with her like this, in the rain.
"I love you," she said, suddenly choked with what she felt for him. "Don't ever leave me, Abhay."
He twirled her, then pulled her with her back to his chest, his lips grazing her ear. "Where would I go, Piya? I was selfish enough to keep you when I didn't even have a heart to give you - do you think I could leave you now, if you told me to?"
She twisted to face him, holding his face with her hands. "You're mine," she told him. "I'm yours. Forever."
"Even if you make me dance in the rain," he promised, twirling her again, listening to her laugh, smiling himself.
Piya swayed in his arms, her eyes never leaving.
"The first time I saw you," she told him, "You banged into me."
"You were dancing in the snow," he rebutted. "I was only telling you to go inside."
"Some things don't change," she laughed. "You always were so uptight. I'm going to burn you, don't come near me, blah blah blah, I don't love you, I love your sister, I'm..what was that? Oh yes... 'physically attracted' to you..."
"The last part," said Abhay, in a very low voice, "still holds true. In fact, right about now..."
He let go of her and paced back a few steps.
Piya was wearing a pale yellow sundress that was now plastered to her skin, showing far more than it covered. He could see the tips of her breasts through the wet fabric, taut. Due to the cold or because she was feeling it, too?
The light from the doorway fell over both of them, illuminating them in the darkness.
He took a step closer. His eyes moved to her face, to see that she was staring at him, too.
Piya had seen Abhay bare chested before. But, she decided, there was something to be said for when she could see shadows and slivers of skin through his shirt.
He moved closer, and she finally met his gaze, head on, not flinching at the heat in his gaze.
His hands came to her shoulders, pulling her to him.
Later, Abhay and Piya would argue about who started it, but right then, they moved together, their mouths meeting in an explosion of fireworks.
Piya loved it when Abhay kissed her. He kissed her as though she was the only thing in the world, as if he had nothing to do but explore her mouth in just the way she wanted him to. Her hands went to his chest, bunching fistfuls of his shirt, giving him back as good as she got.
They drew apart, gasping for breath. A second later, Abhay was kissing her again, as she held on to him for dear life. Her knees had turned to mush.
He walked her backwards, until she had reached the landing of the stairs.
And then she was standing on the top step, braced against the wall, her head tilted back, her eyes holding a mischievous glint. Abhay's heart was beating fast as he took her in, hardly able to believe it.
Piya raised her arms to him.
Piya put her arms around his neck when Abhay met her mouth, wanting more, more...
He broke away, kissing her eyes, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, and she whimpered in frustration, trying to angle his head so she could get his mouth.
In the end, she latched on to his jaw, kissing him wherever he let her. His jaw, his cheek. His neck. She kissed his shoulder blade through his shirt, and felt him jerk, then groan. Fierce pleasure coursed through her : she'd discovered a good spot.
"You know turnabout is fair play, don't you?" Abhay said as she kissed him, again.
She had no time to wonder what he meant : his hand covered her left breast.
Piya stopped breathing at the look in his eyes : he was staring at her, something fierce in his eyes. She pressed her legs together and he noticed, his eyes flickering down, then flashing.
His hand still covering her breast, he moved closer, so their mouths were centimetres away from each other. His other hand was behind her head, holding her in place as she squirmed to kiss him.
"Abhay-" she gasped out his name as his thumb moved over her taut nipple, making her shudder. "I've thought about this," he whispered, watching her. "Since the first night here, when you wore that nightgown. I wanted to touch you like this. I wanted to watch you like this."
She shuddered again, her hands fisting on his back. "Don't torture me, Abhay...damn it..." She trailed off on a moan, arching as he deliberately kneaded her soft flesh. He ground into her, and she felt the swell of him against the place she ached the most. "I ache for you," he whispered. "See what you do to me?"
She found his mouth then, kissing him with everything she had, expressing herself in a way she could not with words. He wrapped his arms, pulling her into him, pressing his thigh between her legs, making her squirm against him.
It was Abhay who broke the kiss to pull her up into his arms.
He carried her to their apartment, and she held herself in check till he locked the door.
"I love you," she whispered to him. "God, I love you, Abhay -"
He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss at her neck, easing her onto their couch. "Tell me how much you love me, Piya," he murmured, as she struggled to undo the buttons on his shirt. He didn't interrupt her, instead focusing on how soft the skin of her thigh was.
Piya couldn't hear anything. There was a dull roar in her ears when he began stroking her thigh, lightly, with no apparent intent.
"Please," she gasped. "Please, Abhay, please..."
"What do you want, love?" he murmured, pushing strands of her hair away from her face. "Tell me what you want."
"T-touch me," she said, shaking now, her eyes almost wild in their intensity. "Please."
Abhay's fingers went to the inside of her thigh. "Here? Do you want me to touch you here, Piya?"
She made a moan of frustration. "Higher," she begged. "Please."
He cupped her mound, feeling the heat of her through the thin underwear. She squirmed against him, "More, damn you...you know what I want."
He kissed her, even as his finger tugged down the scrap of lace down. "This?" He asked, stroking her wetness.
Abhay gritted his teeth, forcing himself to concentrate on bringing her over the edge.
Piya was sobbing now, clutching on to him. "Yes," she whimpered as he stroked the little nub of flesh there. "Yes...oh god..."
She climaxed on a soft scream, mumbling incoherently, as he held her through the single most erotic moment of his life.
Piya regained a measure of her senses, only to see that Abhay's shirt was half shredded while she was still dressed...in a sense.
One strap had come down a shoulder, while her panties lay on the carpet. She looked back at Abhay, who was watching her, a gleam in his eyes. "We should -"
"Go to the bedroom?" He asked, lifting her into his arms. "Yes, I was wondering when you'd say that."
She giggled as she carried her to the bed and lowered her on to it. "Take off your shirt," she ordered. "You do it," he shot back at once.
Piya divested him of his shirt with some effort - it clung to him like a second skin. He let her climb on top of him, kissing his chest, his shoulders, while he tried to focus on getting the zip of her dress to come down. He failed.
He'd always thought that Piya would be passionate in bed, but he hadn't expected her to...actively seek out what he liked, to seduce him when he was already drunk in her.
She undid his jeans, her small hand closing over his manhood, and Abhay groaned. He couldn't help it.
Piya looked up, a little nervously, for the first time. "I...can you help me..? I'm not..."
Through a haze, he heard her. "You don't have to," he heard himself say. "Piya, you don't -"
She bit her lip. "I want to. Please?"
She took his hand in hers. "Show me."
Piya thought he might refuse, but then he showed her how to touch him.
She watched him as she touched him in a way she'd never touched anyone before, determined to make him lose it.
All too soon, he was pulling her back up. "No more," he murmured, pulling her dress over her head, leaving her naked in front of him.
His eyes went molten. "Are you telling me that all this time, you weren't wearing-"
Piya gave a shrug. "The dress was tight."
"The dress-" Muttering an expletive, he rolled her onto her back, kissing her.
And not just on her mouth.
Abhay's head moved to her neck, then her chest.
He alternated between her breasts, kneading and stroking, kissing and nibbling, till she was squirming for release again.
"Abhay, now, please," Piya begged, whimpering as he moved to her stomach, circling her belly button with his tongue.
He raised his head, watching her face as he dipped lower, watched shock register in those beautiful brown eyes as his mouth dipped to give her an intimate kiss, breathing in her scent.
Piya cried out, her nails digging into his shoulder. He would have marks there, he thought with satisfaction.
"Abhay," she begged. "I want you now, please, don't torture me any more!"
Abhay came over her. "You're right," he gasped. "I can't..."
He sank inside her, remembering too late that she was a virgin. He stilled, staring at her face. Piya's eyes were closed, her lips pursed. "Piya?" he asked in worry. "Piya, love? Do you want to stop?"
Her eyes flew open, her hands on his shoulders tightening. "No,just give me a minute." she said, giving Abhay some relief. If he had to stop now...he would have. But to be so close...
Piya exhaled. "Yes. Now."
Abhay was gentle with her, making her forget her initial discomfort, kissing and touching her, till she came apart at the same time he did, burying his face in her neck.
For a long time, neither of them spoke, holding on to each other.
In the end, Abhay rolled over, bringing her on top of him without breaking their connection. "I'm crushing you," he said gruffly.
"I didn't mind," she said, placing a kiss on his chest. "And, Abhay?"
"Hmm?"
"Let's do this again some time."
His arms tightened over her, before he pulled out the sheet and covered her with it. "We'll definitely do this again,Piya," he assured her. "As much as possible, if you don't mind."
She giggled. "I don't mind. And, Abhay?" "
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
His eyes grew soft, as he took one of her hands and kissed it. "No, Piya.Thank you. You're perfect."
"Really? I am?"
"Yes, you are. And can we continue this conversation later? I'm only human now, you know..."
Piya reached out to switch off the bed light. "Good night, Abhay." She burrowed her head into a comfortable position on his chest.
"I love you," he said quietly into the darkness, wondering if she was still awake.
The only indication she heard him was a squeeze of his fingers and an indistinct mumble that may have been, "Love you too."
He drifted off to sleep, only to be woken in the early hours of dawn by Piya. "You did say as much as possible," she reminded him archly, her lips glistening.
He laughed. "I've created a monster."
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