But hasn't she already kissed him?
"Fizzy?" She whispered onto his lips, "Are you worried for me?"
"Do you really have to ask that, Manasa?" His green eyes glistened, gazing with so much affection and care at her. "Do you not know how much I care for you?" He slid his face into her neck, under the veil of her hair and licked her skin.
"I don't want you to work like this, Manasa." He hissed, his tongue slit in two, licking above her ear.
Her body was falling in his hand, behind, on the mattress. He was slowly hovering over her, mounting her.
"It worries me Manasa." He gently laid her on the mattress, his hand on her nape, his knees beside her thighs.
He pressed his palms beside her head, his hair falling over his face and said while looking deep into her eyes, "You are always like this. Just– so obsessed with your work."
Suddenly, tears began falling on her cheeks, cold, so much. "I don't like it. You spent most of your time out, writing, editing and what not. Just not with me. Just not with me!"
His pain soothed her in a weird way. It composed her usual tense heart. She reached for his cheek, her thumb wiping his tears. He nuzzled into her palm, eyes closed, when she said, "should I compensate, Fizzy?" Her eyes glistened in a ecstasy.
His eyes opened, tears still dribbling. He sniffled, looking at her, and said, "Manasa?"
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"What is happening with you? You never …you loved looking at me and everything but you rarely touched me. You rarely …want to do something to me, and that too if I ask for it. Today, you are …you are willing."
END OF THE WIP
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