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Hey everyone, so after seeing the cricket pics, I felt like penning something down. I ended up writing this on a long exhausting train journey yesterday evening. It's not proof read, nor am i quite sure what I have written but on the say so of some lovely friends I'm posting it for you all...it's quite shortđł
PS- Point of Release in terms of a cricket definition is the position of the bowler, when the ball is released. ( I learnt something newđłđ, not a cricket fan)
Point of Release
She feels a weight piercing against her back and his arms around her shoulders. She turns to find him by her. Within seconds his lips are on her ear. He is whispering that he will show her his special technique. She is thankful that it is just the two of them because she is certain that her dependable poker face has finally let her down. She turns her face but not before he sees that smile.
He had come home minutes ago to be told by his mother that Ishita was practising in the nets. He had been yearning for her all day long, just a glance, a touch and he would have his sustenance. Sustenance that would merely last a few hours before he was in need again. He had gone downstairs with no expectations, he had found that this was the best way to deal with his disappointment when it came to his wife these days.
To his surprise when he reached the nets, there was no else around. He spied her svelte figure moving back and forth. He stood mesmerised imagining himself moving in such a rhythmic way with her. As he stood there it occurred to him that it fell to him as a good husband to bestow her with all the knowledge necessary for the purpose of winning this match. He strides forward with a new purpose, albeit a masked one.
She doesn't even realise when his arms act as a shroud, engulfing her. He leans into her, acutely aware of the fact that his body may just betray him to her tonight. He thought she may jump or remonstrate with him for creeping up on her but she remains quiet. He sees the hint of her coquettish smile as he whispers into her. The colour rising on her cheeks and her bosum rising ever so fast.
He proceeds to run his fingers down her arms. Just a slight touch, tantalises her and she leans back into him. She becomes aware of him. All of him. He hears a small gasp escape from deep within her and he drives himself in further. Her grip on the bat loosens and his hands are on her hands, entwined. He takes their weight and they remain. In a perfect silence, that he breaks. Has to break, because this sukoon is so precious to him. She is precious to him and that fear of loss has still not deserted him. Even though she is in his arms.
"Are you ready" he is smirking now and she can feel him breathing into her. Before she can even process her own thoughts, desire takes over and the urge to play. Play his game.
"It took you so long to come, Raman. I've been ready for so long" the moment those truths escape from the depths of her, she realises the enormity of her words. She tries to untangle her fingers from his, but they remain entwined.
He finds her words both enthralling and exhilarating. They are now looking at each other. The look of enlightenment and wonderment evident in each other's gaze. he is so closely veering towards the edge that he is frightened he may sucumb. To sucumb would be to not only bare his physical being but his soul too. A soul that she was still piecing together. He dare not hope that she would ever want the whole of him. The whole that included that darkness. The darkness that would still call out to him, trying to lure him once more.She sees a flicker of sadness in his eyes. If only she could take all that pain away and make him hers. To gather those tears before they he could even shed them , to make them her own. She is still trying to find her way with him when he is like this. She doesn't want him to turn away or mock her. She is now beginning to understand him so much more. Tonight though she wants to make him smile, she wants to bring a smile to his face the way he did hers just moments ago.
She breaks the gaze, he is one part relieved, two parts unsatisfied and one part victorious. Before he can possibly anticipate her next move, she has her hand on the back pocket of his jeans. She had noticed the bulge in his pocket and had realised he had a ball in it. She takes the ball and starts to rub it against his thigh. His eyes widen and she sees an almost instantaneous effect upon him. The bat drops to the wayside, but neither moves.
"Raman is this way you want me to rub it" she asks sweetly but he sees a glint of mischief in her eyes. Words fail him and he barely nods. After what seems like an age, she steps back from him. He is in agony, and is in need of a release. He is trying to suppress a moan. He sees a bottle of water by the side of the nets, and side steps towards it. He pours water over his face and head whilst shaking his hair dry. All the while he is grinning at her. Something tells her this is a dangerous grin, and she is about to take a step back.
"Ishita you have been out here practising for so long, why don't you have some water?" He asks, but she knows this isn't the question he is really asking. Just as he is about to engulf her once more, she manages to dart away from him. She is shrieking now as he chases her down, bottle in one hand. He corners her. She is leaning against the net, and he has now trapped her in his arms. His lips so very close to hers. The proximity is maddening. She tries to duck down and away but he is too fast. She wants him to take her. He has her in his arms before either one can utter anything else,they are acquainting themselves with each other and continue to do so long after the lights go out.
Please let me know your views/comments/criticisms all welcome đ also if anyone is interested in receiving pm's let me know, I seem to be writing more these days đł
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