Posted:
8 years ago
Lockwood & a spoonful of food😆
She watched his slim long fingers grip the watch, clutching the dial in his warm palm
she blushed she KNEW what that felt like☺️
He was always clean, very rarely wore cologne, only soap and afrer shave
His clothes his hair and his skin, all were SO him
"Kattipeya?" she asked softly... unsure "will u wear it?" she followed in Tamil
"ask me in Tamil again" he said like he liked the sound of that😳
"Kattipeya?" she asked
He did near the Cartier leather strap he wore... he didnt wear much pricey things, he could pass off as a 20 something techie
He preferred going unnoticed in a crowd, but was blessed with unusual height and extremely good looks thanks to Ranjan and Savvy's genes
The Cartier strap was wearing out... he wondered if it was his parents' gift for Bachelors or double Masters or starting his own company
II got a Titan watch from Appa for her CPA... and Amma made aloo curry and poori... did he have a aloo curry poori tradition?
What was it
He extended his wrist, "Umm... it looks great" she lied
She didnt know if he liked it
He sipped his chai...
His wrist wandered in her vision
"Take it off?"
"the other one" he coaxed
"Really?" she asked her eyes lighting up
The leather strap was worn at places, a tiny thread dangling
He wore Swatches before... she didnt know if he had gone out and bought it or were those gifts
"Do u like it?" she asked
"Its OK" he smiled
"Oh! Ummm"
OFCOURSE ITS NOTHING LIKE THE ONES HE HAS
ITS SLATE BLUE AND HAS A MAP
YOU THINK HE LOVES MOUNTAINEERING
AND IT WILL MEAN SOMETHING TO HIM
MOST LIKELY NOT
YA... I GET IT
SO SHUT UP
He bend down, and held her chin
"I didnt know what else to get u"
"I shud have asked first... I know... its dumb" "I have agift recepy, u can take it back or I can too" she said
He gathered her close and sealed her lips... with a groan...
It was a long hungry one... erotic and caring at the same time... "I was kidding II" he whispered
"U dont like it?" she asked
The pessimist that she was
"Not at all" he nodded
And with that glint
She smacked him... he laughed over her skin... causing lil pockets of flush on her neck and cleft... she yanked his hair
"U are a stinking piece of trash" she scolded
He molded her to his form
""Have u climbe dthe Matterhorn?"
"My first climb when I moved to Paris" he said smugly
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They stood in the embrace until eternity... until they heard voices in the kitchen
Though people had to pass the bedroom to go the passage way leading to the kitchen in the far end, the walk in closet and bathrooms were not visible as u walked by
He let go of her gently
"Can we leave in 30 minutes?"
"I dont want to go" she whispered
He caressed her lower lip, stroking... "Are u sick?" he asked
NO I AM NOT
I FEAR I WILL HAVE TO SEE UR PARTNER'S SISTER
I DONT WANT TO
ASK IF SHE IS DATING AGAIN?
DID HE CALL HER ELISE?
ASK ASK
HOW?
I WAS SNOOPING AND FOUND A IM?
I WANTED TO KNOW THE TIME AND I SAT UP AND I SAW AN IM
AN ELISE HAS IMED U
I CANTTT
"No... I dont go to bars... u know.." she admitted
"Its not a bar" he said dryly
"Oh! apdeena? (where else?)
"U shud go to be able to see" he said like talking toa child
"i dont want gourmet French food, a spoonful of something decorated with a twig of parsley..." she ordered
He threw his head back and laughed
"Ouch for the Michelin chefs" he said
"Well they need to cook for people with an apetite" she said smugly
"I agree some are more hungry than the others" he whispered... as his gaze trailed her neck and went down her cleft
"Trust u to twist everything and make it about sex" she said like a prude
"Making love to you all night would be called ravenous apetite" he nodded "See THAT would be sex talk" he said Or "eating..."
"SHUT UP" she punched...She gasped softly leaning on the wall "thanks for the lesson... vidu da"
"30 minutes II" he warned, tracing her neck with the tip of his tongue
He left his empty chai cup and wandered out
She went to the kitchen heated her chai and drank it like a starved woman, ate 6 "biskut" wandered to her birds
humming... raised a toast
HE LOVED MY GIFT
SHE SMILED SMUGLY
FIRST TRIP IN FRANCE?
NIICE
WONDER WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE
she sighed and stared at the birds
and sang softly...
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She asked him where they were going to eat "Lockwood" he said "2nd Arr"
"Secret hideouts" a website said
Lockwood
73 Rue d'Aboukir, 2nd arr.; Mtro: Sentier
Tucked away on a side street in Paris' garment district, Lockwood is an unassuming
coffee shop by day and a hot rock-and-roll cocktail bar by night. Those in the know literally go
underground via the back stairs to sip, eat, and listen to vintage rock (Jimmy Hendrix, Rolling Stones)
in the labyrinth of 16th-century vaulted stone caverns lit by candelabras. The young owners"brothers Thomas,
Olivier, and Christophe Lehoux"developed the hybrid idea based on their experience working behind top coffee and
cocktail bars around the world. DON'T MISS: Quesadillas filled with six-hour cooked pork, Southern-fried chicken buns,
and the smoky, soothing Penicillin cocktail"honey, lemon juice, fresh ginger, and scotch topped with aromatic wood-smoked malt.
She wore honey colored cords and and a burgundy silk blouse with Chinese motifs and a honey leather jacket with a voluminous burgundy wool scarf
If it werent for the Iyer braid and the ruby nose ring (fake ones she left behind from her previous trip) she could very well pass off as a Parisian model
A pregnant Parisian...
Manya wore a fiery orange mini dress and knee length boots.. she wondered HOW she packed it. The coats closet in the living room contained a giant sized LV suit case
The door man must have brought up the day she came
"Di u like Jimmy Hendrix?" she asked in awe... she hadnt heard much? any? she couldnt even remember
"thats like asking do u like water" he teased gently... as they leaned on the wall of the 8th Arr Metro
"i dont know you" she whispered staring at the tracks
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