Unveiling Meerab [Tere Bin FF]

29. teaching meerab

A/N: Oh hi, here, have some more smut and fluff. Hehehehehe.

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Murtasim stirred from his sleep, a niggling sense of emptiness gnawing at the edges of his consciousness. The familiar warmth and softness of Meerab's body, usually nestled close against his side, was conspicuously absent. His hand groped out, the bed sheets on her side cold, suggesting she had been gone for some time. A thread of worry began to weave its way through him, his heartbeat picking up a cautious rhythm, echoing the unease settling in his chest.

Bleary-eyed, he glanced at the clock on the bedside table, its numbers glowing 2 am in a gentle luminescent hue against the room's darkness. They had succumbed to sleep just two hours earlier, their bodies intertwined, sated, and exhausted from indulging in each other. He remembered falling asleep with the weight of her head against his chest, her soft breaths lulling him into a deep, contented sleep. The absence of her now left a stark, unsettling void.

Turning his head to glance behind him as he rubbed his head, he half-expected to find Meerab sitting at the foot of the bed, perhaps lost in thought or reading a book. But the space was empty, only the crumpled sheets as evidence of their earlier rest.

"Meerab?" His voice broke the silence as he lifted off the bed, a mix of concern and confusion coloring the single word as he called out to her. There was no response, just the continued stillness of the night that now felt too quiet. He swung his legs off the bed, the cool air of the night brushing against his bare chest. "Meerab?" He tried again, a little louder, but there was still no response.

A faint worry creased his brow as he made his way out of the bedroom, his feet silently padding across the wooden floor towards the foyer and then the lounge. And there she was, sitting on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the vast expanse of the starlit sky just beyond the glass doors. The doors were wide open, inviting the night air into their temporary sanctuary. She wore only his black button-up, the one that matched the pajamas he was wearing, a fact that didn't escape him and stirred an all-too-familiar warmth within him. The shirt, far too large for her delicate frame, hung loosely around her, leaving much of her legs bare from her thighs down.

"You scared me," he said softly as he approached.

She turned to him with a smile, the dim glow from the lamp accentuating the simplicity of her beauty. Her hair was tousled, a few strands falling carelessly around her face, her skin bare of any makeup, glowing under the celestial light. His shirt, barely held together by three buttons, hinted at the form he knew so well beneath it. The sight of her, so serene yet so unintentionally seductive, sent a fresh surge of desire through him.

Murtasim gently maneuvered Meerab into his lap as he sat down, her weight settling comfortably against him. The sudden movement elicited a small gasp from her, her eyes wide with surprise and something else — a glint of the unspoken. "Couldn't sleep?" he murmured, his voice low and soothing in the quiet of the night.

She gave a small shrug, her expression pensive as she scrunched up her nose in an adorable gesture he found utterly endearing. Leaning forward, he kissed the tip of her nose, feeling her hands come to rest on his shoulders, her fingers trailing down the planes of his bare chest. He could feel the appreciation in her touch, the way she explored the contours of his muscles, a silent praise he never tired of.

"Why?" he probed gently, sensing there was more to her wakefulness than just a simple inability to sleep.

"Just a dream," she muttered, her voice softer now, tinged with embarrassment. She turned her head away, refusing to meet his eyes, her cheeks coloring with a flush that spread down her neck.