Drugged Love (On Hold)

22, Part 1

Elena pressed her hands against his shoulders as she heard Ishan and brought her face on the same level as his. She wiped her tears, as Ishan brushed her hair away from his face. Tears ran down her face like dew drops gliding down slowly on winter tree leaves, only the tears rested at the base of her jaw refusing to part.

They were enclosed together in a delicate space, where the only thing that seemed just was to hold on to each other for support.

Ishan found himself inches away from her as her eyes met his, his eyes met her lips. Ishan knew what he wanted. After months spent in confusion, this was the only thing he was clear about. In his head filled with smoke and fog, he saw his red beacon.

He put his lips on hers, and shut his eyes. His heart beat faster resonating all the way to his mind. As his hands met the small of her waist once again and their lips moved against each other, Elena's hair serenaded softly on his face.

Ishan's stomach churned as he tasted her lips slowly and pulled her by her waist tightly towards her feeling her breasts squeezed against his chest. A heat simmered through his bones as all his senses had been shut down, and the blood stopped coursing through his veins or flowed all too fast.

Elena had her hands gently on his face and kissed him frantically now, like they were running short on time. Like all the time in this world would not be enough to satiate them through what they had started.

Ishan felt it all, the struggle to catch his breath, as if the air of the whole room would not suffice. He felt the desire to not stop, the new unfamiliar feeling that ran through his veins as he rubbed his hands over her back and she slid her hand on his neck and their mouths never parted, completely reckless and all over the place.

He felt her nibble softly on her lower lip before he squeezed her waist hard pinning her onto the rack and her hands moved onto his hair, caressing them.

Elena withdrew her face away from him and they both looked at each other, with half-grins on their faces and Ishan's hands still on her waist. Ishan let the realisation of what had happened dawn upon him completely, while Elena looked at him with a new blush that had appeared on her cheeks.

"So..."she said as Ishan scanned her hazel eyes deeply, still drenched by the taste of her.

"So what?" Ishan said as he brushed his hair away from his forehead and gently took hold of Elena's hand.

"So are we like," she paused "Together or something?"

"I don't know. Do you want to be?" he smiled.

"Yes. Do you? "Elena said fidgeting with the fingers of his hand.

Ishan's heart swelled. He said slowly, "Yes"he uttered and felt Elena's fingers tightly weave into his hand.

"Do you want me to go down on one knee now?" he joked. "Cause I can do that"

"No idiot. I know you find it stupid. "she chuckled. "Should I do it then?" she smirked.

"No. That would make up for a crazy story. Just come here," he said and took her in her embrace tightly letting her bury her face in his chest.

He looked at his watch and realised he was late, and the reality of where he had to go, and what he had to do there came back to him to tell him that these past few minutes of her life had been the best he had enjoyed and might ever will.

"I have to go now Elena. I'm sorry," he said not wanting to let go.

"Nooo- Please", she cried "We can still be here for sometime Her eyes widened and lips pouted.

"I don't want to go either but I have to. We'll catch up after school tomorrow. Okay?" Ishan said.

"Kiss me before you go." She stood up on her toes reaching onto Ishan's level. Waiting.

And so they kissed again, with an urgency as Ishan was the one pinned down to the rack this time. Elena placed her hand over his chest and Ishan pulled her closer by her waist feeling her heat all over him and their lips intertwining and moving in one rhythm.

Ishan's hands slowly slid underneath her top and her fingers charted a course on the warm skin of her back before they landed on a scar, and Elena moaned softly, only for her moans to be lost in Ishan's mouth that moved over hers.

When they were finally done, they leaned onto each other and Ishan rested her face on her shoulder and inhaled the musky floral smell of her hair. Ishan wished for the time to freeze in that moment. Everytime he looked into Elena's hazel eyes, he was reminded of how much this felt like home--where none of his problems existed. Outside the door a world existed of which he did not want to be a part of.

They sneaked outside silently and onto the narrow lane and rounded off to reach the main entrance of Elena's house. It was still afternoon and the sun shone but Ishan remarked to Elena that it looked different. Elena smiled like a child with her hair being blown by the breeze. This was her, Ishan thought. Bright smiles and strides in her steps, not the endless teary eyed nights and burning scars. This was how he wanted her to be.

He bade her good bye, and they both grinned at each other as if in understanding of their reckless secret and their newfound hope that their situation will change one day if they were together, as Ishan had promised. Ishan looked at her as she walked away, trying to imprint her image onto his mind not caring a bit if he was late.

He knew things had changed now. He knew he was different now, as the taste of Elena's lips still lingered on the tip of his tongue. The stakes were much higher than ever, but he knew that he was not alone now.

Sometimes all people need is a purpose to do the things they never thought they had the strength to do.