A/n: HI! *waves*
I am back with another story! I love OS's! They are such a rush to write!
So, this one is dedicated to QH and its completion of one year!! Woohoo! I know I am early for the anniversary, but I typed this out and just couldn't let it sit in my pc!!! lol
It's my typical fluffy, lovey-dovey story. This story has some mature content so, readers are warned! (though its not a lot and not very explicit!)
I have included one teeny-tiny bit to commemorate the one year!! Try to catch it!😃
Here goes!
"Wakey-wakey, hubby dearest!" Zoya whispered in Asad's ears as she tried to get her husband to wake up. After a few more minutes of Zoya's incessant murmuring, Asad groaned and open his eyes slightly. Turning over, he took Zoya in his arms, out of habit, and nestled closer to her; his eyes closing once again.
"Asad! Don't go back to sleep!" Zoya said in a harsh whisper.
Asad grunted his annoyance, but opened his eyes. Looking outside the window, and then towards the time on the wall clock, he narrowed his eyes at his crazy wife.
"Zoya! What are you doing up at this time! And why the hell are you waking me up too at butt-crack-of-dawn! It's 3:52 a.m."
"Oh ho! Grumpy Ahmed Khan! It's not any dawn, it' s29the October's "butt-crack-of-dawn", as you so nicely put it. Happy Anniversary, baby!" she smiled her big grin, flashing him the dimples.
Asad blinked and then smiled right back at her.
"Happy Anniversary, love!"
A lot more awake now, Asad leaned over and moved to kiss his wife but before their lips could touch, Zoya placed her hand on his mouth.
"Morning breath, Asad!"
Asad scoffed, "Like I care." and proceeded to kiss her anyway.
Their lips met in a soft, emotional kiss which soon turned into a fiery one. Zoya groaned as he put pressure on her lower lip and swiped his tongue, asking for permission. She happily opened her mouth and accepted his deep kiss. As their tongues tangled and lips fused, Asad moved to cover Zoya's body with his own and made them comfortable on the bed.
Zoya hummed in the kiss when she felt the welcomed pressure of Asad's body on top of hers. As soon as Asad's hands started roaming and came across her clothes, he realized his wife's purpose of waking him up at the ungodly hour.
"Hmmm, my naughty wife. Where is your night dress, my love?" Asad emphasized his point by caressing her bare legs. She was only wearing Asad's shirt from the previous day which had been thrown away somewhere on the floor last night.
Zoya giggled and said, "You caught me! But, I have no other option! Our lovely, but crazy family is going to swamp us and with your princess hogging you all the time, we will have no "us-time" all day, wanna bet? And I read it on internet that "let anniversary sex be the best gift". So..."
"That is indeed the best gift and, Mrs. Khan, in these seven years of marriage, I have learnt not to bet against you!' Asad pretended to salute her, which was awkward since he was essentially lying on top of her.
"Seven years! Can you believe it? Who would have thought?" she laughed.
"But we are here, and as you said, we should really be getting the maximum out of this time. Mahek is really going to be up and not leave us alone. So less talking, more loving."
Encouraged by his kisses, Zoya tugged at his kurta. Asad raised his arms to aid her and she peeled it off, throwing it far away. Asad reattached their lips and started working on the buttons of the shirt Zoya was wearing.
They broke the kiss to breathe but Asad's lips merely shifted their attention to her neck and sucked on the pulse point and ravished kisses on the hollow of her throat. That elicited a rather loud moan from Zoya.
Smirking against her skin, he shifted downward and lapped attention to the freshly exposed skin as he opened the buttons one by one. As the last button came undone and the shirt fell open, it was Zoya's turn to smirk at the expression on Asad's face. He lifted his eyes from her black lace covered boobs and torso and looked at her with hooded eyes.
"I take it that you like your present?"
Asad growled at her and lunged, taking her lips in a searing kiss, all the while his hands roaming and bunching the fabric of the lacy teddy. As his hands found purchase at the hem of the lingerie, he gave it a harsh tug and the entire flimsy materiel gave away, and it was reduced to scraps of lace.
As Asad threw away the ruined ridiculously expensive clothing away, all Zoya could think was that the lingerie did its job.
It was Zoya's turn to make tugs on Asad's pajama. She hooked her fingers in the waistband, undid the drawstring and pushed them off. Her legs pulled them off completely. Soon, they divested each other of the last pieces of clothing that they were wearing and pressed their bare bodies against each other.
Asad's fingers roamed her sensitive parts as his mouth paid homage to her aching nipples. Egged by her mewls of pleasure, he doubled the pace of his ministrations, and soon had her writhing with the force of her release. And just as she came down from her high, he lined them and with one smooth lunge, had them connected in the most intimate of ways.
Working a good pace, they joined their lips and swallowed their sounds of pleasure. Their bodies moved in a tandem and the sheets tangled around them, cocooning them. Asad flipped them over without separating. Zoya found leverage by placing her hands on his chest and restarted the rhythm.
Soon enough, the tempo of their sensuous dance spiked and reached it crescendo. Panting, spent and sweaty, they were lying in mess of limbs with Zoya's head resting on Asad's chest.
"Wow. That was intense."
Asad agreed, "I know, and what a way to wake up. Can we make this a routine? A peck and simple "good morning" is so over rated."
Zoya laughed and swatted at his chest. She got up from his chest and off the bed.
"Where are you going, come back to bed. It's still very early?" said a rumpled Asad.
"I am going to shower. I can't sleep feeling so sweaty and sticky. You are welcome to join me." she said without turning and sauntered towards the bathroom in all her naked glory.
It did not take any more than the sight of her walking, bare, and Asad was in the bathroom in only a couple of strides.
Their morning was far from over. Well, maybe Zoya spending so much time on the internet and with her iPad wasn't so bad after all!
***
After a long and thorough shower, the love birds cuddled back on the bed. They were almost asleep when the sound of small feet outside their door jerked their senses. And sure enough, there was a knock and the door opened.
"Ammi? Abbu?" Mahek' peeked into the room. She was usually up early but today, it was very soon, ever for her.
Zoya lifted herself off the bed and went to get their daughter. She kneeled before her and asked her what was wrong.
"There are ghosts in the house, Ammi!" she told her mother in a scared voice.
Zoya looked over to Asad and he nodded. Then, Zoya took their little girl's hand and brought her over to their bed. Settling her between them, Asad said,
"There are no ghosts, princess. Who told you that?"
"But I heard them, Abbu! I heard them making weird noises, like someone was hurt." She gasped and continued, "I think there are ghosts in your bathroom!"
Asad's head whipped over to his wife's. Both were looking at each other with wide eyes.
Zoya cleared her throat and said, "N-no, Mahek. Trust me, there are no ghosts."
Mahek scrunched up her nose, "But I heard them! I heard them before but since I am a brave girl, I went back to sleep but then there were noises again!"
Zoya tried to salvage the situation somewhat. Allah Miyan! It's too early to have the facts of life talk with our girl!
"You see, Mahek. It was just your Ammi-Abbu. No ghosts."
"Oh" she looked surprised, "What were you doing?" her innocence made Zoya want to cry. Asad thought it was time to take charge. They'd have to come up with a good explanation. His daughter was too much like himself to tell her any silly story.
He brought her close to him and said, "Mahek, you know today is a very special day for your Ammi-Abbu. It's our anniversary. We had gotten married this day seven years ago. And we were just showing each other how much we love each other and celebrating our love. You don't need to know the specifics, now. It's for grown-ups, okay?
Satisfied by the explanations, she relaxed a bit but still confirmed, "No ghosts?"
"None!"
With that, she fell asleep pretty soon
***
The morning was not the only awkward situation for the couple.
Asad and Zoya's anniversary had given the entire family an opportunity to gather for lunch in the Khan household. It was during the lunch, that Mahek decided to share her newly gained information. Turning to face Rashid, she started talking.
"Dadu! I know what today is! Ammi-Abbu got married today! They told me when I went to their room. I heard silly noises in the morning and I thought there were ghosts but then Abbu told me that they were cel-y-bating their love!"
Asad spluttered and Zoya choked around the food in her mouth while the rest of the table went silent. It was a whole minute before Ayaan burst out laughing. Rashid's chuckles followed him and soon everyone was in stitches, only Mahek looking at all the elders with confusion. What was so funny?
Ayaan tried to control himself and in-between laughter said, "Wah! Bhaijaan! It's always the quiet ones!" and he was rolling in laughter again. "You keep that up and we will have another little Khan joining the brood."
He turned to Mahek and said, "C'mere, jaan-e-man. You little genius detective! Give Chachu a high five." Mahek readily did as he said. Even though she did not understand exactly what was going on, she was proud to have made her Chachu laugh and praise her.
***
It was later into the night and everyone was in their rooms. Asad and Zoya were lying in bed. With her head resting on his chest, she drew random patterns on his torso.
"Crazy day! Gah! I thought they would never stop with the teasing! Wait till I find something embarrassing about Ayaan. I am not going to spare him!"
Asad chuckled and pecked her forehead as if to give her permission. After a few minutes of silence, Asad spoke up.
"Zoya?"
"Hmm?"
"What do you think of having another baby?" he looked at her and gauged her reaction carefully. She immediately sat up, eyes wide.
"Where did that come from?"
"I was just thinking about what Ayaan said and it got to me. I mean, Mahek is five. If we have a baby now, there won't be a massive age gap between them and we can manage two kids with our princess starting school. And honestly, I miss having a baby in the house. Mahek is growing up to fast. What do you think?"
She thought over what he was saying. She knew she wanted more than one kid. Growing up without siblings was lonely for her, she didn't want that for her daughter.
"I think I'd like that."
"Yeah?" Asad grinned at her.
"I see how much you love your siblings, even if they are annoying sometimes, and I know how much being a single child sucks. I'd love to have another baby, Asad."
Asad flipped her over and kissed her with fervor. His hands already inching under her sleep shirt. After a few wild moments, when he let her breathe, Zoya managed to get a few words out.
"You know that the birth control shot is going to take time to wear off, right?" she gasped as he nipped at her jaw and moved towards her ear.
Sucking her ear lobe gently, he whispered, "I do know that, love. But it doesn't mean we can't have fun while practicing. Practice make perfect, right?"
Zoya chuckled lightly at his logic, "Well, then we must be pretty perfect by now."
He moaned his response into her chest while trying to push her shirt out of the way, "We must be, but you know that I am nothing if not thorough."
"Mmm hmmm! Go ahead then! Get on with the seducification of your wife."
Asad looked up from her skin, "Seducification? Where do you come up with these things?"
She moaned when he bit a particular sensitive spot, "Eh, I try. Now! I think you said something about practice? Get to work, Mr. Khan! We have a baby to make!"
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