FF: 30 Days - Day 22

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Day 22

Arnav stepped out of the bathroom to see Khushi lying on the bed with her legs crossed watching TV. She looked up at him and he grinned, he put one knee on the bed and leant towards her, ‘good morning.’

‘Good morning,’ she replied as he kissed her.

Arnav lay down on the bed on his front and looked up at her, ‘what are you doing here so early? How did you get here? I said I’d pick you up this afternoon for the haldi didn’t I?’

‘You picking me up was the last thing I needed this morning!’

‘Why?’

Khushi groaned and switched the TV off, throwing the remote towards the end of the bed. ‘Amma saw us last night,’ she pouted pulling her legs up and crossing them underneath her as she remembered the embarrassing conversation she’d had with her mother. ‘So she said I should just come here and spend some time with you this morning instead of embarrassing her again.’

Arnav burst out laughing, ‘that is hilarious Khushi! There you were getting all hyper just because Nani saw us kissing and now your mom is practically pushing you at me to have sex!’

‘Everybody Arnav! Not just Nani, everybody! And that is not what Amma meant!’

'Oh I think it is.' Arnav caught the hand that Khushi had outstretched to hit him with and picked up her other as well and began examining the darkly stained mehndi patterns. ‘Look how dark this is, shows just how deep my love is for you and you? You don’t even care, look.’ He pulled aside his t-shirt to show the faint orange stain around his neck from last night.

‘Of course, of course,’ Khushi grinned pulling back her arms. ‘What’s there to love about you anyway?’

Arnav smirked and nodded his head contemplatively, ‘Of course of course, you’re reserving your love for NK right?’ He sat up laughing, dodging her attempts to hit him ‘his mehndi’s really dark too. You must really love him a lot!’

‘Arnav!’ They tussled on the bed for a while before they landed onto the pillows with Arnav sprawled on top of Khushi still trying to hit his shoulder.

‘Ow! That hurts,’ he said holding onto both of her wrists.

‘Hurts? That’s nothing compared to what I’ll do if you mention me loving Nanheji again!’

Arnav put his hands on Khushi’s shoulders and leaned down even closer towards her, ‘oh really? What will you do?'

Arnav’s tongue plundered her mouth and Khushi wondered for the millionth time what it was about Arnav that could make her go from normal to turned on within a matter of seconds.

As Arnav stroked her arms she mirrored his movements on his chest rubbing against him through the thin t-shirt that he wore. Arnav twisted them around so Khushi was now on top of him and struggled out of his t-shirt desperate to feel her touch on his skin.

Arnav put his hands either side of Khushi’s waist under her saree stroking her and she bent her head to drag her tongue across one hardened nub while rubbing the palm of her hand against another. Arnav groaned, his head pulled back and eyes closed wanting to fully savour the sensation of her tongue on his heated skin. When it got too much to bear he sat up so Khushi was now sitting on top of his outstretched legs and he kissed her again, removing her saree and blouse as he did.

His hands kneaded and teased her but she was desperate for him to replace his hands with his mouth and pulled away from the kiss, her hands behind her on his thighs, arching her back and presenting herself for him to feast on.

Arnav looked from her full almost throbbing breasts up to her heavy lidded eyes, a sinful grin began to spread across his face but before he could revel in his victory his eyes caught a flash of white by the poolside.

‘Argh!’ He quickly rushed to pull Khushi’s saree up and covered his chest, feeling almost violated by the continued penetrating gaze from the window.

‘Who is it?’ Khushi’s eyes had flown open at his exclamation and she threw herself against his chest, a blush spreading across her face and chest at the thought of being observed in such a compromising position.

‘It’s Laxmi!’ Arnav gathered her towards him, one arm splayed across her exposed back as he gestured with his other hand trying to get Laxmi to leave them alone.

‘Laxmi?’ Khushi twisted her head to look over her shoulder to where the goat was casually staring back at them, showing no inclination to move at all and Khushi burst into a fit of giggles. She dug her head back against Arnav’s shoulder which muffled the sound slightly but Arnav could still see her shaking shoulders and he frowned.

‘It’s not funny Khushi! How can I... If she’s watching, I can’t... ‘

This sent Khushi into a further fit of giggles. Unable to talk with any comprehension she cupped Arnav’s face with one hand, her other hand covering her mouth and rested her forehead against his. He finally saw the humour in the situation and shot Khushi a rueful grin, tightening his hold on her and scooting them backwards on the bed so he was leaning against the headboard.

They watched Laxmi for a few minutes before she finally wandered away and Khushi lifted her head from where it had rested in the crook of Arnav’s neck. ‘Thank God Laxmi came when she did!’

‘What?! Are you serious?’

‘Oh come on Arnav! It’s been so long, don’t you want it to be special? Not just a quickie in the middle of the day before we have to go down for your brother’s haldi?’

Arnav cocked his head as he thought about what she’d said. ‘Special?’

‘Yes. Special.’

‘Okay fine. But  I still count this as a win okay.’

‘Win? What? No! How did you win? We didn’t even... nobody... we just...’

‘I win,’ Arnav gloated as he got off the bed to locate his t-shirt.

‘No you don’t!’