The Best of Things
(Ragya, Swasan) Fan Fiction Series +16
By Bubble
Chapter 76
Thin bands of afternoon light filtered in through the wooden slats. They were in the sweet little bedroom Dida had allotted to them, with its old fashioned wooden furniture and fittings. They had the air cooler on, and the air was sweetened by the smell of khus. Swara was drowsing on Sanskaar's chest... she slept like a child, he noticed, letting her full weight go.
It was supposed to be a short nap, and she had had half an hour already. The breeze stirred the pallu of her sari as it trailed on the bed. She stirred and adjusted herself. It was a good time to extract something out of her.
"Swara..." he said, elongating her name.
"Mmm..." she grunted.
"Tumne Devi Maa se beti maanga ya beta?" he asked carefully.
"Beta!" she mumbled.
He grinned. She didn't have as many secrets from him as she imagined! Another thought occurred to him. He frowned quickly.
"Koi deadline diya hai tumne Devi Maa ko?"
"Hmmn?"
Obviously the sentence was too complicated for her to process.
"Err.. abhi maanga ya baad mein?" he asked.
"Ek saal ke baad..." she muttered.
Thank God! He leaned back satisfied. He approved of her projected timelines. A little time to themselves and then a baby! A son, if Swara's request was approved.
He looked at his watch. They had planned to go out but there was time yet. And time enough for a session of afternoon love. He might as well get Swara primed.
His hands were curved around her back as she slept, and he now smoothed the hair off her back, exposing the rather pretty blouse she wore. The bodice was a pleasant shade of peach trimmed with a black border, with the short sleeves made of sheer black net. It was held together at the back by a thin dori. He ran a delicate finger on her back along the round scoop of the blouse. Swara muttered something inarticulate and settled again, and he took the moment to untie the dori in one smooth sliding movement. One small jerk and the knot gave way. His fingers eased the strings away.
He rolled her off him and deposited her gently beside him. The blouse had loosened a little and her chest rose and fell a little deeper than before. He propped himself on his elbow. The pallu was tucked under her, and he didn't tug at it: he didn't want to waken her rudely - not yet, not that way...
He ran a finger down the line of her chin, lingering at her rose-pink lips. He outlined her mouth and the feathery touch had her parting her lips. He leaned over to nuzzle her neck and the deep ravine between her breasts, still mostly covered... and, even in sleep, she raised her bosom to him in instinctive invitation.
He shifted his attention to her navel, where the sheer cloth fluttered. He gathered the cloth neatly and shifted it aside to bare her sloping waist. Swara had the most delicious abdomen... creamy soft skin, flat but nicely rounded stomach, and he adored her belly button. With one long finger, he pushed her sari lower over her hipbones, exposing the expanse of skin to his touch. He ran his thumb testingly over the rim of her belly button... Swara writhed restlessly. Sanskaar smiled. He knew what buttons to push when it came to his wife. Then, it was a little matter of small touches... here and there... within a few minutes, she was stirring sinuously, looking up at him in sleepy arousal.
"Mmm..." she smiled, curved her arms around his neck and moaned his name. As he drew the pallu away, she muttered half heartedly, "We'll get late!"
"We won't... if you wake up properly now and let me kiss you!" he said.
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