In The Blue of Night...

He extended his hands towards the fireplace to take in the brisk warmth; his eyes were fixed over the window on the snowflakes which were floating from the heavens dreamily. Their flow reminded him of her gait, she floated exactly like this and ever since their wedding he could hardly keep his hands off her. The thought brought a sly smile to his lips as he stood up slowly and stretched himself, perhaps he should try to warm his wife up a bit. A slight sound caught his attention and he turned around and saw her leaning against the door-frame with a slight smile lingering on her lips, the very sight of her roused him.

She was dressed in simple bare red sari with a golden low cut blouse that accentuated her curvy frame with just anklets and red glass bangles adorning her, her waist long hairs were damp from the shower earlier and were unbraided just the way he liked. His feet were fixated to the floor as he stood there almost in trance, his eyes not leaving her gaze even for a moment drinking her beauty. She slowly walked over to him and stood across interlacing her hands around his neck all the while not breaking the stare, his hands on their own accord twined around her waist interlocking her in a tight embrace and burying his face in her neck taking in her scent and reveling in her warmth.

Parting from him slightly yet standing close to him her eyes held a mischievous glint as she kissed the corner of his mouth and heard him groan, the very sound sent tingles down her spine making her weak in the knees; neither words were uttered nor a touch yet his unnerving intense gaze was arousing her in ways she could not name distracting her from everything else. Without uttering a word she turned around leaning against the wall that was beside her to calm her racing breath; when he didn’t follow her, disappointment started rising in her but before it could get her she felt the lights dimming and his hands touching her caressing her waist. She couldn’t think anymore, her eyes closed and her hands travelled from his chest to the nape of his neck all the way to his hair as his lips found hers, his hands grazing her waist and trailing to her spine all the while.

She didn’t have an idea how much time had elapsed as they stood against the wall plastered together and lost in another world, it was not long before he lifted her in his arms and lowered her down on the bed. Her chest was heaving up and down but she didn’t have a moment to breathe before she found herself in his arms again. 

Mayank, she tried to speak in an almost inaudible voice, Dinner is waiting. 

Dinner and afters are all right here, he didn’t miss a beat as he proceeded in the path that she had started for him tonight.  

-Fatima

P.S: First paragraph courtesy Ivre...thank you for writing it! :)