Originally posted by: Parthenope
Hmm... did it by any chance have this scene? (substitute Khushi with Geet)
He walked into the kitchen then and saw Geet standing by the sink. She was done with the dishes and had just been about to turn around, he had seen that; then she had heard him and had quickly turned back around. He couldn't help but smile as he walked in; she was holding herself completely still, she was even holding in her breath. How could he walk away from that?
Geet could see his reflection in the kitchen window as she watched him approach her from behind. And then he was close enough that he could see her reflection as well. Their eyes met in the window and she dropped her gaze. His body was so close to hers, yet not touching. All she could feel was his heat; unbidden, an image of his naked torso came into her mind and she closed her eyes. She felt him push her hair back from the side of her neck, but rather than feeling his lips there, she felt him lean in close to say, "You're going to faint if you don't breathe'" Her eyes popped open at that and she turned around to push him away from her, feeling irritated all of a sudden. He caught a hold of both her hands and crossed his fingers with hers. She didn't relent and tried to pull her hands away. When he refused to let go, she bit his knuckles. He let her go then, but blocked her on both sides of the counter. She turned back around quickly, unable to face him now. She had bit him!
"You're a spitfire'you know that Geet? it's a good thing I am made of sterner stuff." He said then, sounding amused.
. This time he didn't hold back, circling her waist to bring her close to him while nuzzling her neck. She didn't know how long they stood there lost in each other before her elbow knocked into a glass that toppled and rolled into the sink, making enough noise to jerk them out of their trance.
He had given her back in kind for he what got, she thought later when she was back in her room and in front of the mirror; there was a tiny mark on the back of her neck where he had bit her. She rubbed her fingers over it longingly and fell into a fitful sleep.
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