A SLING OR FLING?

OS - SLING OR FLING?

Standing at the door he looked upon her struggling with her only free hand, the other one wrapped in a sling, the wound from the bullet shot healing itself lazily.

With a wince, she gave up, nose wrinkled up in annoyance, her eyes closing with the same annoyance then opening to meet his in the mirror.

She raised an eyebrow, he looked back with that smug.

I'm sure you don't need my help?

Looking back at him, she didn't miss the gleam his eyes bore, along with the smile on his face as he casually slumbered against the door frame watching her.

I don't need your kind of help, but i need help. If you know what I mean.

His smile became wider with every step he took into the room towards her almost turning into his usual goofy, naughty grin.

And what is my kind of help, enlighten me? He grinned, pulling her back and making her face him.

Helping me out of my clothes, usually. Your most favourite one, I didn't expect you to be needing a reminder.

If only his grin could have widened, it had the moment. There was something different about the way he was looking, quite otherwise. Rather he looked more suave and draper than he usually managed to be. His crisp black shirt neatly tucked into the rim of his denims, clinging onto his the manly beefed up body exalting his charm. His beard was lightly trimmed, exactly the way she had always loved it, more when it would be on her skin than the usual. A part of her was aware of him awaiting an answer, yet she was rather admiring her husbands charisma.

It was he who shook her out of her thoughts.

As it happens, I didn't need any at all, but now that you have mentioned, I could be helpful if you wish for me to be. You just have to say it.

Leaning in, his hands gently undid the pin holding up her saree in its place. She could smell off his perfume, a little more than necessary at the moment. It wasn't his usual flavour she noticed. Her husband was making her crave for him gravely, she breathed in a little more and sighed.

You like it?

The perfume.

He added in her ear, in a little whisper when she remained rather curbed, not really wanting to give away her moment of inclination.

Can you not? I know what you are trying at.

Squirming, she almost laughed and put her hand on his shoulder holding him closer for a minute longer, taking an instant liking for the incense off him.

I said I am only trying to help.

His hand moved along her waist and her lips curved into a smile.