Meri Meerab *Discontinued*

49 - Saans

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Her blanket had been discarded. His hand came down to rest of the mattress and he busied himself in peppering her face with kisses. Leisurley, as though the night would last forever.

The look of love filled her eyes- she wanted to be closer to him. Her hands came to his chest, roaming, and he knew what she was instigating.

'But Mariyum?' He womdered how thick the walls were. Would her neighbour would be able to hear them?

They felt like teenagers sneaking around in the dark of the night.

' I guess you're going to have to be quiet then Khan.' She teased and he smirked. He loves a challenge, especially when the end goal was so sweet.

'I can be quiet, but it'll be hard for you.' He said as he moved down her body, trailing kisses down her jawline and neck.

'Really?' She questioned mindlessly, taking in the softness of his lips and the tickle of his beard hair.

Just to tease her, he bit down softly with her teeth on the side of her neck and she gasped at the unexpected hard of his teeth. He liked that reaction so he continued suckling the same spot and Meerab struggled to breathe at the warm wetness pooling there, and else where.

'Murtasimmm.' She encourgard and he pulled back to look at her face. He raised his eyebrows at her calling out his name- they had to keep quiet. Meerab realised there was only one way to stop the words leaving her mouth to she tried to catch his mouth.

He hummed as he nuzzled into the warm of neck, and it sent vibrations down to her core.

'Uh uh.' He shook his head. 'You're going to have to learn to be quiet.' He whispered as his hands came to stroke her side body.

'You're going to have to teach me then.' She pleaded softly.

His hand slid down from he collar bone and came to rest on her breast, and he squeezed softly. 'For you, anything jaan.' He whispered, concentrating on the curve of her chest, his pants feeling consticted ans the blood rushed south.

Meerabs hand came out too, over the hand of his chest. She wanted to make him feel good this time. She tried to sit up slightly, and reached for his buttons, fiddling to undo them and Murtasims eyes followed her hands.

She knew that he had been stressed for her - her hands still had the slightest temor to them- the guilt eating her too. How could she have been so reckless.

Just as the top couple of buttons were undone, he reched over his head to tug him kameez up and then it was discarded somewhere.

Meerab spread her fingers over his bare chest and stroked him in explorations. She began trailing in the direction that the hair grew. She felt the rough of his dark hair on the goldenish skin and she reached forward to place a kiss there whilst her hands ventured down.

The need to kiss him again and again overcame her. Her husband, her hero. She tried to surpress the tears of love that gathered in the corners of her eyes. Without thought, the words spilled out between them. 'Murtasim, i love you.'

'I know jaan.' He leaned in to kiss her slowly, savouring the softness between his lips wnd his hands came the cup the back of her head. Then his tongue explored hers softly, tugging and savouring the taste of her lips.

She pulled back to breath and in a hushed tone, said, 'I'm sorry.' She just needed him to know. She had played with his heart too- Meerab remembered the beating of his chest when he came to hug her after he shot Anas. 'Aap he mere paasbaan hou.'

'Aur aap meri sukoon.' Theyre lips moulding into one and he tilted him head to lick her lips open. And he had accepted her apology- being impulsive was a bad habit. Hopefully she had learnt her lesson- that her her doings directly impacted him.