OS: Stolen Moments

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OS: Stolen Moments

'So, what do you think?'

Khushi turned to find Arnav leaning against the doorframe nonchalantly wearing only a pair of jeans. She’d just come from Anjali’s room where they’d stayed up late watching a movie, Payal and Akash having left long ago to go to ‘sleep’. They’d invited Arnav to join them as well but he’d said he had too much work to do to spend his time watching stupid films that were just an excuse for Salman Khan to take his shirt off again. Khushi had retorted that Salman only took his shirt off because he had a nice body unlike some other people.

Arnav had also forgotten or quite probably intentionally neglected to wear a belt so they were even lower than designed, allowing for the waistband of his boxers to peek through. Khushi would have answered his question but she was pretty sure Arnav knew the effect this would have had on her so she didn't bother responding to him but merely grabbed his wrist and pulled him behind her towards the bedroom she used whenever she stayed over at the Raizada Mansion.

Once inside she smiled wryly at his knowing smirk, and turned to lock the door before turning back around and pushing him forcefully backwards onto the bed. Khushi leaned forwards and kissed his neck while caressing his chest causing Arnav to groan involuntarily. She looked up as he did and said 'No shoes on the bed,' and scraped her teeth against his jaw line before whispering 'or trousers either.' She then pulled her head back to allow him to do so.

Arnav took the opportunity to clear his head and replied 'I'll take off the shoes but you're still wearing too many clothes for me to take off my trousers.' He then kicked off his shoes and moved back so he was leaning against the headboard with his arms behind his head giving her a smirk that was teasing, endearing and annoying all at the same time.

'Okay,' she replied and climbed onto the bed as well positioning herself in the middle of his outstretched legs then reached down and pulled off her sandals quickly. 'Your turn again!' she exclaimed, her hands already on the waistband of his jeans anticipating his response. He leaned forwards as if to kiss her but stopped just short and gave her that knee-trembling smile she loved so much. 'Okay, no more trousers.'

He had to get off the bed to successfully remove them as Khushi watched on but he returned to his position and hauled her onto his lap saying 'now you' before kissing her. Arnav moved his hands from her waist to push her dress up caressing her skin as he did. He stopped and pulled back when he reached her rib cage and the bottom of her bra. Khushi smiled in approval of the growing erection she could feel against her thigh. Arnav brushed his nose against hers-quite possibly the most affectionate they ever were-and pulled her dress over her head in a swift practiced motion. He then put his hand on the back of her bra strap and pushed her chest closer to his.

'Unh unh,' Khushi stopped him by biting on his lower lip hard just as he was undoing the hooks. 'Your turn now,' she said moving off his lap and indicating towards his boxers with eager eyes. 'But that's not fair! You're still fully clothed.' He protested even while complying with her request.

'Your fault for starting off with less!' she teased. As soon as he threw the boxers to some far-flung corner of her room she was on top of him again, not that he was complaining. While she kissed him he finally undid her bra and pushed her so she was now lying on the bed with him on top and their legs tangled together. He was painfully aware of the barrier that prevented their lower bodies touching skin to skin. But he was determined to be patient and began by covering one breast with his mouth and the other with his right hand. His left was still holding Khushi's.

Khushi moaned in pleasure as Arnav teased her nipples, she pushed against his head with her free hand signalling her desire. She couldn't wait much longer, they didn't do this often enough by her reckoning but she would never admit that to Arnav. He finally released her aching breasts and worked his way down to her navel kissing what seemed like every inch of skin as he went.

He struggled with the button on her jeans eliciting a burst of laughter from Khushi. He avenged himself by biting the skin just above her jeans and was rewarded with one of those involuntary squeals he found so gratifying. She always resolutely denied making the noises afterwards but that just made every new one even more pleasing. He finally managed it and pulled the zipper down to reveal the blue silk of her underwear. That was pretty much his breaking point and he tugged her trousers down as fast as he could with the scrap of lace following soon after.

He took a moment to ensure they were protected before kissing her hungrily once again and entering her excruciatingly slowly. Khushi urged him on increasing her own pace and forcing him to match it.

They reached climax together with Arnav collapsing on top of Khushi panting her name into her neck as he continued to kiss her burning skin. The first time they'd done this Arnav had tried to move almost immediately but Khushi had restrained him and responded with only a small shake of the head when he'd asked if he was crushing her.

Khushi sighed contentedly, one hand buried in Arnav's hair and the other lazily tracing the contours of his spine. He raised his head from her shoulder and gave her a smile again before moving as if to kiss her, ‘so I guess it’s obvious you think my body’s better than Salman’s. Don’t you?'

'Ugh, stop being so smug!' She playfully pushed him away as she reached to bring the duvet up. They lay side by side for a while making inane conversation while maintaining some sort of contact the whole time. Arnav's hand began to stray and Khushi found herself smiling despite herself as she gave in to him again.