Over again

Chapter XVI

Zain thought that she won't come to the party. Even thought she said she won't come he hoped that she will. He was disappointed now. He felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned around and there was nobody there. Zain turned to the other side and - bam. Suddenly he was strewn in pink. He kept his eyes closed but heard that known, resonant laughter. He smiled and opened his eyes. In front of him stood Aaliya dressed in white with the released hair that fell over her shoulders. She looked like an angel. Without thinking he hugged and twirled her. She laughed out loud. He lowered her to the ground.
" You came! " - he was thrilled.
" Yes, I came. And I was the first one who colored you. " - she said and stuck her tongue out.
" Haw, yes. Now you have to pay for it. " - he said and came closer to her.
Aaliya screamed and ran away from him. Zain laughed and followed her. Today he's going to put color on her face no matter what.
Running away from Zain, Aaliya astray in one room. She stopped and scanned the room. It was so simple. Large bed, above it little lights, dark blue linen and curtains, white walls. Aaliya turned to the door and there she saw Zain leaning against the door frame as he watched her.
"Sorry, I don't know how I got here. Whose room is this?"
"Mine. Do you like it?"
"Yes." -she sat on the bed. "It's very simple and somehow refreshing."
Then she lay on the bed watching at the ceiling. Zain approached the bed and lay down beside her. They didn't talk. Only lyed there. Outside, the other guests rejoiced the day but they sounded far away. As if Aaliya and Zain liked that peace. He turned his head and looked at her. She raised her hand in the air and began to draw some shapes. Slowly she moved her hand through the air. He accompanied her movements and then looked at her face again.
Zain saw the tear slowly sliding her temple. Before it disappeared in her hair he quickly stood up and kissed the tear away. Aaliya stopped.
"Continue to draw."-he whispered. "Don't stop."
Without words she listened to him and he was straightening hot kisses down her jaw to her chin and back up her cheek to her eyes. She was breathing hard as if she was afraid of something. He kissed her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, chin and stopped above her lips. It has been long since she stopped the draw. Her hands lay on his shoulders lightly shrink them with each kiss. He looked at her full pink lips that were slightly parted. His breathing became deep and hers superficial. He put his head close, closer, until the lips finally met.
Zain has put his hand under her back and pulled her closer while her hands were in his hair pulling him deeper. They fought for dominance and Zain was winner there. Biting her lower lip occasionally until she finally relented and opened her mouth. His tongue slipped into her sweet mouth and met with hers. From her lips escaped small moan that made Zain go crazy. He pushed her deeper into the bed and under him until she finally gave up and broke the kiss.
Aaliya fought for air. She hugged him and immersed her head in his neck. Zain smirked. She was so small in his hands and fitted perfectly.
"You haven't colored me."-she said after a while.
"But how? What's this color on the cheeks then?"-he teased.
"It doesn't count. This is red. I want to be pink."
"Really? Than, can I color you?"
She looked at him and smiled. He towered over her and from his cheeks passed some color on hers.
"Thank you."-she said and pulled him closer.
"Looks like it wasn't enough for you?"-he smirked.
"You're like a drug. To intoxicating, to addictive. I'm afraid I'll never get enough of you."-she said kissing him.