MaNan : Moon Light

12. Bad kind of butterflies

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There is no moon out when Nandini opened her eyes for the sky which was a deep pink rather than the black it had been when she had last closed them. No streetlight constellations and flashing airplane birds, just a dusky pink all overhead like a wash of watercolor over a canvas. 

There were clouds out and they were tinged with glowing orange around the very edges, she slowly lifted her arm to check her watch. 6 am.

Nandini lowered it again with a heavy sigh and she recalled something about 4 am in her head. She hadn't slept, more taken a brief nap, but she felt strangely awake regardless of this fact. 

She took a deep breath and detected the scent of grass and exhaust fumes, then she turned her head to look at the sight beside her.

It's not the first time Nandini waking up with him beside her.

Manik was lying on her side, curled up tightly against her. One of his arms was folded under his head to create a makeshift pillow and the other was lying across her stomach, holding her closer to himself. His legs were cocked up and tangled within hers tightly. 

She could feel that warmth coming off his body like it had been when they had been riding on his motorbike.

Manik's chin was tucked in and was nearly against her collarbones. 

Nandini couldn't really see his face through his messy hair, just the tip of his nose and his slack lips. Slack and cut lips. 

There was a small cut near the corner of his mouth on his lower lip, and Nandini wondered if she had done that?

If it's her teeth that had bitten down hard enough to break the skin when she started kissing him back last night. She wouldn't be surprised if she had, she recalled getting a little carried away at the sensation of his tongue against hers and Manik's weight on top of her, particularly his hips that he had ground down against hers so that the friction of them together had made her head start spinning.

Nandini reached over to pull a piece of grass out of his hair and toss it aside. His jacket was pulled in enough to hide his bare midriff but she could see a hint of his navel tattoo under the ends. The collar of his jacket covered half of the grenade tattoo, leaving the pin and the first row of square bumps on show. 

For the first time in a long time, Nandini's tattoo wasn't itching and it seemed that it might just have healed up.

"Oh god..." Manik muttered in his sleep husky voice, "You're still here!"

The younger gave him a stare, "What? Am I a one-night stand?" Nandini joked and the other boy opened his eyes.

"You need to fuck for it to be called that", Manik replied bluntly, definitely not a morning person.

Nandini rolled her eyes at his answer and turned her head to look up at the sky again. It was mellow, somewhat calming in a strange way with the warm colors all mixed in so messily.

He interrupted her thoughts, "What time's it?"

"6 am."

Manik let out a groan, "Why am I awake at 6-fucking-am?" he asked in an incredulous tone. 

Nandini didn't answer him and after a moment he groaned again, then dragged himself just a little more closer to her, pressed up against her side. "I wish I had some of that joint right now..."

"I don't. I don't wanna go on another baseball bat-smashing spree and wake up with torn muscles again", Nandini replied with a scrunched nose.

Manik started laughing softly as he rested his head in the hollow between Nandini's neck and shoulder, cheek brushing against her shirt. "Not my idea of fun, think I'll swear off drugs in the future", she added like a promise.