Stolen Heart

A love like theirs!

After finishing the movie, the day passed with Shubman and Sara having playful and delightful moments.
Later that day,
Sara was engrossed in her activities while Shubman sat on the couch observing her with a fond smile. He couldn't resist the urge to show his affection, so he reached out and held her hand, intertwining her fingers.
Sensing the perfect moment, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close in a loving embrace.

Sara: So romantic, Mr. Gill.

Shubman: It's hard to being unromantic when you're around.

With that, Sara turned around to meet her eyes with his. Sara rests her forehead against Shubman, feeling giddy as she looks into his eyes and see all the warmth she feels for him reflected back at her.
She brushes a lingering kiss against his lips, smiling against his mouth as he leans into it.
He slips a hand behind her neck, pulling her in so that her lips press more firmly together.
She brushes her tongue across his bottom lips and as he opens to her, she massages his with her own. For a while, the two of them get lost in the slow, sultry kiss and when she pulls back, his eyes are half-lidded.

Shubman: Am I allowed to take you to the room?

Sara: Mhmm...

She loop her arms around his neck and he holds her waist to steady her as she hop down.
He takes her into her room.
He then presses his face into her neck, kissing, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin there, and her knees go weak.
Slowly he eases her back towards the bed, whispering against her neck.

Shubman: Every moment with you is treasure. After months of being apart, it feels to good to be back here. I am never going to let you go again.

Sara: How much I missed you, Shub!

Shubman: I am the luckiest man in the whole universe to be loved by you, to be your boyfriend and to be able to share this moment with you.

Sara: Loving you is the rightest thing I have ever done in my life. Thank you for choosing me.

With that, she turns her back to Shubman, asking him to undress her.

Sara: I don't want to wait another second.

Shubman: Neither do I. My baby has become so impatient.

Sara: Oh so you don't like the impatient me. Fine! Let's sleep, Shub! Good night!

Shubman (holds her hand): When did I complain? I love every single part of you, every single inch of you, every single mood of you, I just love you, baby!! The whole of you!!

Sara (blushes): Then shall we continue?

Her heart rate picks up as Shubman's hands take her hips, turning her to face him, a note of command in the way he handles her.
His eyes devour her frame and she covers his hands with her own, sliding them up her sides, feeling a thrill at the hunger that steals into his expression.
His eyes jumps to hers, deep and dark and making her feel more desired than she has ever before.
As he reaches for his buttons, she stops him.

Sara: Let me help.

Slowly, but surely, she undo the buttons of his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin through the fabric, until she has finally pushed it off his shoulders.
As her fingers graze his fly, he sucks in a breath and shakily exhales her name.

Shubman: Sara...

Sara: I know, Shub. I feel the same way.

She slump against the blankets, every muscle in her body relaxing. Shubman pulls her against him.
Sara tousle, fighting to end up on top but he pins her down, pressing her wrists gently to the plush bedding as he stares down at her, chest heaving.
She buck her hips against him and watches him stifle a groan. He leans closer holding both of her wrists with his hands and brings his lips close to her ear. Shubman nips at the shell of her ear.
As Sara lay in stunned silence, he presses his lips just below her earlobe, casually kissing down the slope of her neck.