ENDEARMENT (ON HOLD)

Camouflaged

Love seems to be season less as much as reason less too. Very wierd.

On late afternoon with scorching Sun above and ruffled dried field full of twigs beneath. He ran behind her like an insane for his drug, his only medicine that can cure him from all his reverie for her.

It was the years of void in between them, brewing into something ever beautiful.

Squeaking her name aloud for numerous times, his tiring legs gave up as he shrugged and sat himself leaning to the tree's trunk, legs wide stretched, hands resting on them as the sweat build all over him.

No doubt, the cool shade relaxed him.

Staring back, her eyes wide, her lips making O with that stomping all way she stood in front of him.

As he looked up saw her, hands on hips, her lips twitching, her angelic bright face giving good competition to the Sun.

His lips curled while she annoyedly sat herself between his legs, leaning herself more to his muscular front. As if she owned him, though an unsaid truth.

He whined, "kya hai? Itne salon se intezaar kiya aur abb tum bhag rahi ho toh mein kya karoon?"

Suppressing her grin, without turning to him, said "Picha kariye, bilkul abb jaise kiya waise... kyun?"

He circled his hands around her hip just above hers and placed his face on her left shoulder inhaling her while with closed eyes she trembled, her breaths uneven at this slight moment.

With his nose nuzzling into her hued cheeks, his hands tightening the hold down, their legs entwined and as he tried to snuggle more inhaling her lavender fragrance intoxicating him.

She pressed herself more to him, her insides tumbling, shivers running down her spine, at once turned and putting hands round his neck hid herself into his shirt, inhaling his cologne embraced him longingly.

He smiled at her naivety and nervousness though both stumbled to pause their raising passion and desires for each other.

He brushed her hair with his right hand while the other was placed on her back caressing it sensually.

Lifting her head up just below his, innocently she questioned "yeh kya hai? Humare bich?"

Placing a kiss on her right hand which he held in his left, he firmly asked back "tuje nahi patha?"

With all coy on face, she said "muje aap se sunna hai..."

Smiling lovingly at her pretty face, placing a kiss on her forehead. He said sedately, "yeh pyaar hi hai, joh hume ek doosre ke liye itne saal intezaar karne ka hosla diya."

Smiling back, still under him, she whispered "sahi kaha, aapne... yeh pyaar hi hai. Humare pyaar."

"Toh muje abb muje mera tofa milni chahiye... kyun?" With fingers on his lips, he smirked.

She nodded in negation, a shyful one.

He whispered into her ears making her all wobble, "hum kabka ek ho chuke hain, toh yeh jayas honge na?"

Instantly, she pouted pulling herself back from his hold to which he pulled her back capturing her and gaped her lips in need, while surrendering to his gaze she leaned herself placing her soft on his hard ones, they dwelled.

And on going to taste each other wilfully, heard a squeak in freight, a much louder one bringing them out of their present moment.

On turning, both bewildered at the sight and immediately straightened themselves along with their squashed clothes.