Meant to be

Chapter 15: Lets not name this

Being the captain brought a lot of stress on Sidharth, but it equally allowed him to spend more private time (atleast as much as the house with all its glass doors and mirrors allowed) with Sana. They had gotten into this habit of deep conversation at random times and about random things. With each passing conversation they unbeknownst to them became more entwined with each other. Sidharth often forgot where he was when around her. This house did not seem the cage it was because of her, his every inhibition about this house and the stint in the house was broken down because of the friendship and companionship he found in Sana.

Sidharth woke up before Sana and even before the lights came on, it often was the case. Usually he stepped out for a smoke and then some alone time to stock take, but this morning he did not feel like peeling himself away from her. She was sleeping fully flushed with her back against his body and he lay there spooning her with his left arm hooking her neck against him and his face buried in her hair and neck. His right hand curled around body with his palm tucked inside her top and cupping the swell of her breast gently. There was no denying that he was a virile male, he loved his share of adventures and also has had them but somehow with her this felt least lustful. He was embarrrassed at his raging libido around her but knew well enough to not let it go unleashed but with her the the reactions his flesh brought on were only followed by the surge of emotions she drew out of him. Every time he felt desire surge from him towards her it was always enveloped by a feeling of reverence almost like his body was being directed by his heart. He has never experienced this with anyone else. He put it down to her being part woman part this uncomplicated soul who was a rare find of street smartness and beauty.

She definitely was a cut above the rest, he was very taken aback by how honest and hard working she was. He found that she awakened something in him that had become jaded and calloused over the years. He was unable to ignore her and given all these weeks of condensed and constant togetherness he found that he now knew her so well and as a result could not help the growing emotions of wanting her to belong to him and he too wanted to belong to her. The logical
Mature side of him screamed caution because he was breaking every rule with which he agreed to play the game. He sighed deeply and snuggled in closer.
"Oye mera overthinker, kya soch raha hai itna? Teri dimaag ka tick tock mere dimaag tak phonch raha hai. Kya hogaya bebu?" Saying this she pecked the arm around her neck.

"Tunay yeh English film Dekhi hai sound of music? Classic hai! ?" He asked her and she vigorously nodded saying "haan haan Dalhousie mein dikhaaye thay 2 -3 baar bade ache gaaney hain na!" He chucked, once again she impressed him with how much she knew but how much she never let on. He continued " toh usmein ek gaana hai, how do you solve a problem like Maria? Kuch Aisa hee mere Mann mein chal raha hai...ke how do you solve a problem like sana! Tu jitni  tedhi hai utni seedhi bhi. Jitni sherni hai utni nazuk bhi. Jitni innocent hai utni wild bhi" he rasped into her ear and properly now cupped her breast lying against his palm, squeezed it and started caressing his thumb over her peak...she hissed in want and started sucking on his forearm and took in his flesh between her teeth and softly latched onto it with her lips. "Baby sleep straight" he whispered. She loved it when he spoke to her when touching her, there was a honesty in how he treated her body, like there was nothing to hide like it was an expression of his affection for her more than just libido driven actions. She felt loved and cherished when he touched her and drew her into desire with his body. As soon as she turned he looked down on her and smiled and said "Goodmorning baby, tu na meko itna alive feel like karvaati hai na, I can't tell you" saying this he shifted the hand that was cupping her to dip inside her pyjamas and touch her wet core, "open up for me baby, I want to see you shiver in want for me." She complied and slightly shifted her legs such that he could dip his fingers and start rubbing the tip of her core, and as he drew her to her crescendo she wrapped her hand around his hardness and was stroking him. "Baby that feels so good Sana he whispered" and as she shuddered in completeness he too convulsed and was replete and spent. Both of them sighed deeply with their eyes closed and their head against each other taking in deep breaths.