|| Never Without You || [ The Tale Of Arjun-Draupadi ] (I)

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟹𝟾

Kaampilya, Paanchaal

Draupadi's cheeks burned hot beneath her palm, as the cool winds rustled her curls sprawled over the bed like a lover's web. 

She had not expected it. Rather not expected herself to react in such a way; she didn't knew what had taken over her with Arjun's teasing kisses that she without thinking twice was craving for more. Her heart was thudding hard beneath her chest, embarassment making her toes curl. 

Already Arjun had been teasing her through hell, and now what?

She was trapped like a little fawn wrapped within the charms of her husband. 

Arjun smirked silently under his breath, leaning behind her curled up figure. 

She was making it too hard for him to handle. Too adorable, too beautiful, too innocent for him. 

He slowly crept towards her, leaning close to her bare shoulder and gently brushed his lips against the smooth curve of her arm, startling her. But she didn't move, rather she tried to curl up more, reddening. 

Arjun's lips tinged amorously with the sweetness of her skin, and the intoxication was making his head lighter with every passing moment. He lingered his lips once again and he felt her shift slightly. He hummed raspily, pressing open mouthed kisses from her arm to her shoulder like an addicted, starved man, earning soft, surprised gasps from his wife that worked like music to his ears.

"Is it alright or should I ask for more forgiveness. . .?" Arjun's voice grew heavier with a drawl; he wasn't in his usual teasing self like before, dipping his head close to where her ear met her neck. He felt her curl up slightly more, so he wrapped an arm around her, locking her close to his chest while his fingers found her cold ones fisted against her palm.

Too adorable. 

He hummed against her ear, unlocking her fingers from her fist one by one and interlocking his fingers with hers, "Look at me. . .please Krishnaa," His voice rasped with a certain hint of unbearable plead, as he nuzzled against her neck, half inebriated, "Aye Krishnaa. . . listen to me please!" He softly peppered kisses against her earlobe, a bit desperately. His head was spinning slightly as he squeezed her palm.

"No. . ." Came a very soft reply from her, almost like a squeaky adorable complaint, "You-you'll tease me again." 

"Alright I won't," Arjun kissed her neck again and smiled in a fuddled manner against her shoulder.

"You're lying. . ." Draupadi hid her reddened face against her pillow more, her heart thudding with an overwhelmed feeling of having him close. She had realized by now that Arjun was not in his complete senses, but the way he was behaving was sending flutters in her maiden heart.

 Her hand was intertwined with his fingers and he had no intention of leaving it either. It was not like at the wedding, where he had just held her hand teasingly to make her red, rather it was more like he couldn't have had it without intertwining her fingers within his intimately. Every kiss of him over her shoulder had sent fireworks within her, and it was no longer meant for teasing her.

"Na re Krishnaa . . ." Arjun held her close, nuzzling against her neck more, "I am not lying. Promise,"  

Draupadi felt like her heart would come out of chest. If she was alone, she would have kicked her feet in the air, or squealed hard like a ludicrous girl who had a moment with her longing infatuation. It was getting hard for her to act sane, and she partially wished if Arjun had been back to his teasing self. 

Atleast it would've kept her slightly nonchalant. . . 

But she knew deeply from within that this was what she wanted.