This chapter is rated Mature. Use your own discretion to continue reading - I wrote this story so that it could be a one-shot if you wish too.
Also, this is completely my imagination and I am aware that this would never happen in the show... so I just felt like writing my imagination in words. :)
You Plus I Equals One: Part TwoHer lips sucked on his lower lip as she pressed her body closer to his, one hand on the nape of his neck, one in his hair, gripping it with force. One of his hands was holding her head steady, under her hair, his other one on her waist. His fingers slipped under her blouse and she shivered at the feel of his fingers gently brushing over her bare waist.
When she pulled back, he looked at her with awe and desire. He wanted her, he really wanted her.
"I want you too," she replied as if she read his mind.
He caressed her cheek softly and murmured, "Sanyukta is this right?"
"Society says a girl can't be an engineer too," Sanyukta responded and then closed the distance between their lips once more, taking his breath away.
"Wait," Randhir intervened, trying to think straight. "That's... that's different."
"No," she replied immediately. "Everyone has the right to choose and I'm choosing."
"Are you sure?" he asked her and she kissed his cheek.
"You are so cute," she replied, blushing. "Randhir, a girl is here telling you she wants you and you are trying to stop it?"
"Are you - are you sober?" he asked her, his eyes wide.
"Yeah you're right, you didn't leave much in the bottle," she said with a sigh as she glanced at the bottle which was now empty. "Do you have more?"
Randhir's head was buzzing, he was already sobering up, and he knew that Sanyukta was just slightly buzzed - she was nowhere near being as drunk as he had expected her to be.
"No, you shouldn't drink anymore," he muttered.
She ignored him and walked right out of the room. Randhir followed her as she walked into his kitchen and opened the fridge.
"There's nothing in there," he told her.
Her face lit up as she seemed to notice something in the fridge.
"Open your mouth," she told him, smiling innocently.
In a daze, he opened his mouth and Sanyukta took out a bottle of whipped cream, spraying it into his mouth. Before he could even taste it, her lips had pressed themselves against his.
"You are so -" he started, but was interrupted by her tongue which pushed itself into his mouth, tasting every bit of whipped cream she had sprayed for him.
"Wild?" she finished with a smirk.
"Mhmm," he said, pulling her closer by the waist as she continued to devour the whipped cream.
Finally breaking the kiss to breathe, she looked at him lovingly with a small smile.
"I love you Randhir," she told him sincerely. "I just want to scream it, I loveee you!"
He smiled at her as she pressed her lips on his neck. Taking the bottle of whipped cream from her, he pulled himself away from her and smirked.
"Open up," he told her seductively and she blushed.
Her mouth opened and he sprayed the whipped cream into her mouth, accidentally spraying her chin in the process. The sight of her with whipped cream awakened his desire.
"Want more?" he asked.
She nodded and opened her mouth again. He sprayed it into her mouth again. Too enamoured by the sight in front of him to realize that the nozzle was still pressed, he lowered the bottle. The whipped cream was sprayed down her neck and onto her chest, over her blouse.
Before she could say a word, his lips were already on hers, sucking the whipped cream off of her lips. She involuntarily moaned, her hands resting on the nape of his neck, silently urging him on.
His breathing got quicker as he tasted the cream from her lips - for some reason, Sanyukta made whipped cream taste even better than it originally tasted. His hands held her face gently as he lowered his lips on her chin to lick the cream off. She tilted her head back to give him better access. He kissed her jawline before he trailed kisses down her throat and sucked the supple skin of her neck. He hungrily cleaned up every last bit of whipped cream with his tongue.
This was heavenly, she tasted good, so good - more than the whipped cream, the feel of Sanyukta's skin on his lips, the goosebumps that rose all over her body, her heavy breathing and suppressed moans turned him on. Her hands rested in his hair as he kissed her over her blouse and she held back another moan.
Before his lips reached his destination, she pulled him up by the hair and crashed her lips against his, sucking with all her might. He moaned as she pressed her legs against his.
"I want to taste the whipped cream too," she mumbled, pressing herself against him as hard as she could.
He felt her tongue on his, licking off the remaining cream. Her hands found his shirt and she tightened her grip around as much of it as she could.
His hands cupped her cheek as his tongue fought with hers, deciding to show her who was in charge here.
"Mmm," she moaned against his lips and he removed his lips from hers as they looked at each other breathlessly.
She glanced down at his shirt then looked up at him apologetically. As he looked down, he realized that his shirt now had the whipped cream that was previously on her chest. Before he could say anything, Sanyukta's fingers found his shirt and she started to unbutton it, her lips finding his exposed skin after she unbuttoned each button. Finally, as she unbuttoned the last button, just above his jeans, she could feel his abdomen tense up and she blushed. Placing a soft kiss over that area, she lightly brushed her fingers against his waist before moving down.
Her hand rested on the top of his thigh, awfully close to his crotch as she pushed herself back up. He looked at her hungrily, and before she could say anything, his lips were on her neck again, his fingers slipping under her blouse. She quickly slid his shirt off his shoulders and allowed it to fall to the ground.
Pushing her against the wall, he unhooked her blouse from the back and as soon as he pulled it off her body, she felt the cool air hit her now exposed skin.
He kissed her hungrily again and she responded just as hungrily, wanting him just as much. His hands slid up her back over the strap of her bra and she shivered. She reached for his waistline and tried to remove his belt with her shaking fingers.
He broke the kiss and then kissed her forehead softly as she succeeded in her mission. Once she pulled the belt off his jeans and let it fall to the ground, her hand touched the button of his jeans and she felt him tense up again.
"Are - are you turned on?" she mumbled, blushing.
He closed his eyes as she rested the palm of her hand against his crotch. He could hear her heart beating faster. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she gently unzipped his jeans.
"I'll take that as a yes," she murmured.
Before she could say anything else, Randhir had slid his arm under her legs and pulled her up in his arms. He carried her all the way back into his bedroom and placed her on his bed.
He kissed her again as she slid his jeans down his legs.
"Sanyukta this isn't fair," he murmured against her lips.
"Why?" she asked with a pout.
"You're taking off all my clothes and you have everything on!" he complained.
"Not everything," she whispered, blushing.
His hands slid up her stomach, over her bra and he softly caressed her breasts, causing her own muscles to tighten and her eyes to close. Before she knew what was happening, his lips were on the exposed part of her breasts, and his hand had reached around her back to unclasp her bra. As he unclasped it, she moaned softly.
"You want to do this?" he asked her.
She nodded without hesitation.
"You aren't drunk are you?" he asked again.
"Randhir, I'm not!" she whined, and he knew she wasn't drunk, just a little tipsy if anything.
"Why do you want to do this?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I told you, you and I are one, so come here!" she complained.
He kissed her again and she kissed him back full of confidence and no hesitation whatsoever. Pulling her bra off her body, he kissed her neck. Her nails dug into his back as his hands fondled with her breasts. She squeezed her eyes shut as his fingers brushed over her hardened nipples. She bit her tongue to hold back a moan, but she couldn't hold it back when she felt his lips on her nipples.
"Randhir," she moaned.
"Mhmm?" he asked, his tongue busy pleasuring her.
"I love you," she whispered as his lips moved down to her navel. Pulling the skirt of her lengha off her body, he kissed every bit of skin that got exposed. He kissed her thighs, her knees, her legs - everywhere that he had access to.
Pressing his body on top of hers again, his lips found hers and she kissed him passionately, wanting him in every way possible.
He took off her last garment and looked into her eyes for one final confirmation.
"Yes," she breathed out, sliding off his own final garment, "Make me yours Randhir."
He rubbed her sensitive area softly, making sure that it was lubricated enough, before positioning himself at her entrance. Glancing into her eyes one final time, he entered her slowly. His fingers intertwined with hers and his lips found hers again as he started to thrust very slowly. He wanted to make sure that she felt comfortable and the pain was minimal.
"You can go faster," she breathed out, flustered.
He kissed her cheek softly before increasing his pace, his eyes on Sanyukta the whole time, making sure she was fine. As his pace increased, her hips joined his too and matched his thrusts. He smiled softly - she truly wanted to be his equal in everything.
Once they had finished, Sanyukta rested her face on Randhir's chest and closed her eyes, his hand stroking her arm softly.
"I didn't know you had this side to you," he admitted. "Your wild side."
"What can I say, you bring out the best in me," she told him lightly.
"Do I?" he murmured, kissing her forehead.
"You really do, I love you so much," she replied, happily. "I am always going to be with you. Even if it's just us against the world."
"I love you too," he replied, feeling like the happiest man on the planet tonight. "I won't let the world do anything to you."
"Have I proven my love to you?" she mumbled.
"Sanyukta you did all this to prove that you loved me?" he asked, feeling himself get angry.
"No, I did it because I loved you," she told him sincerely. "Even if I had nothing to prove, I would do it. It's just a gesture of my love."
"Good, you don't need to prove anything to me. I trust you," he muttered, kissing the top of her head. "And I won't ever get this mad at you again. I'm sorry for barging into your house."
"No don't be, you gave me the strength and courage to realize my dreams were far beyond anything else," she told him.
"Don't let anyone hold you back," he told her. "Or else -"
"Or else you'll do something, I know," she replied, giggling slightly. "You're such a MCP."
"Good night," he said, ignoring her last statement. "By the way I'm still mad that you lied."
"Good night," she replied, leaning into his body. "You have the right to be mad at me."
She understood that while he said he was mad at her, he also silently said that he would make sure that they would work, as long as they had love with them.
They closed their eyes and they held each other that night, understanding the true meaning of love - there was no separation in love. You never separated the person you loved from yourself, because that person was you and you were them. It was the same reason that they said that you only get angry at those you loved the most.
Two beings joined into one, that was what love was. You + I = 1.
