Hunter and his tigress(SwaRon story/Rated mature)

Chapter 2A: Jealousy sparks

It all started the day when Sharon had suddenly decided to visit Swayam at his academy. It had been long since they had seen each other as both got busy with individual work since the two academies hadn't merged yet; Sharon being a board member of St. Louis academy and Swayam singlehandedly managing the D3 academy since Nilesh wasn't around for a few weeks. 

They had not moved in together yet and Sharon made a mental note of bringing this up when she meets him. It had been so long since the last time they met. Almost a month ago. And no matter how hard she tried to act mature, she couldn't. Most nights, Swayam would fall asleep while on call itself and she'd spend the rest of the night crying. Sharon found it difficult to stay away and be in love. She missed the sound of his voice and she missed dancing with him. She missed his protective hands around her. But most of all, she just missed his presence.

But as she entered the D3 academy rehearsal studio, dejection crept into her heart. She stood at the door and quietly watched as Huma spun around in Swayam's arm with Pehla Nasha blaring from the speakers. She kept telling herself its just a dance; just something for the academy. It wasn't personal. Not personal. Swayam is just doing his job. But she couldn't help her heart from breaking. Not Pehla Nasha! Thats our song.

All wrong thoughts flooded her brain as she stood there questioning her presence. Was she even needed here? And as far as she could remember, Swayam doesn't even like surprises.

"Sharon!" 

She was shaken out of her trance by Simmi's voice.

Swayam took a quick glance at her, still dancing with Huma. He couldn't wait for the beat to finish so that he could look at her wholly and when it did, the first thing he noticed was how her face looked so different than the last time. She had bags under her eyes and her face appeared bonier. She wasn't eating properly.

"Yea-" Sharon spoke, trying to hide the sadness in her voice. "I should have called before coming. I'm sorry."

"What? No!" Swayam exclaimed as he paced towards her. "You can come here whenever Sharon. You know that."

Sharon pressed her lips into a smile and waited patiently as the team wrapped up for the day. 

Then it was time to go home.

Swayam asked her to spend the night at his house and they held hands while on their walk back.

"We don't get time these days" Swayam spoke, breaking a long silence as they entered his house.

"Yea, we don't. Days are busy" Sharon replied. "I could see why you don't get time at all."

Swayam let out a small laugh and frowned, looking at her. "Why?"

"Nice choreography there" she said, not answering. Swayam was starting to get a hold of what was happening. 

"Sharon what are you talking about?" he casually asked, settling himself on the couch. He was just having fun.

"What am I talking about? Swayam!" She was fuming by then. "Thats our song! You can't just-"

"What- you jealous?" Swayam smirked. It did not take time for him to realise. Sharon Raiprakash was indeed jealous. He hadn't seen this side of her before and he wouldn't lie, he was kind of enjoying it until he saw her eyes well up.

Sharon bit her lips. She was having a hard time controlling her tears already and on seeing Swayam smirk, she broke into tears immediately. How could he be having fun at this time.

"N-no its just" she couldn't believe this was even possible. The diva herself, in all her glory, jealous? And jealous she was, beyond known limits. 

"I am being unreasonable, Swayam. I'm sorry" she faced him, fearing he'd hate her for behaving so insecure. This wasn't her. "You know I'm not like this. Its just, all these people they get to be around you all the time, everyday" by this time she was a tearful mess. Her eyes were red and Swayam hated what he had just done. "And I don't."

His heart broke. 

"Sharon" he gasped pulling her closely into him. "Don't cry, please."

"I miss you alot Swayam" she mumbled. Her voice vibrated on his chest. "You have no idea."

She looked up to meet his gaze and when she did, Swayam did not waste a second before claiming her lips.

Swayam pulled away from her lips and attacked her neck, earning a low squeal from her as she arched her neck, letting her head drop back exposing more skin for him to reach. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, the jacket already sinking on the floor. He was leaving marks in all the places his mouth had been- under her jawline, her neck, the hollow of her collar bones and the flesh of her chest and by the time he got rid of her peach lacey bra, he had her squirming beneath him as they lay on the couch, Sharon's head resting where the back rest meets the arm rest and Swayam cornering her into position as his body hovered over hers.

His thumb brushed over her breasts taking his own sweet time when he reached her aching nipples. Her body trembled at his touch. God, she had almost forgotten what he felt like.

"Swayamm" she moaned out his name. When he replaced his fingers with his mouth, she shuddered.

"Its been so long" she struggled with her words as Swayam continued with his entrancing attacks paying absolutely no heed to what she said. His hands had kept hers locked, pinning them down on either sides of her head.

This was torture. She needed to feel his weight on him and his skin on her fingers. Sharon tried to wriggle out of his grip but in vain, he was too strong and he wouldn't budge.

"P-leaase" it came out as a whimper. She was losing her mind.

"Please what?" Swayam's voice vibrated on her chest.

"I want to touch you" she said, the frustration clear in her voice. He chuckled letting go of her hands allowing her to tug at his t-shirt and then complying as she tried to pull it off him over his head.

She noticed how the muscles on his abdomen had toned as she ran her hands over them feeling the texture of his skin on her fingers. She put her hand around his neck and rubbed slow circles on his nape as her hips rocked rubbing herself on him. She knew how much this turns him on.

She let out a throaty giggle on hearing his growl.

"You're gonna regret it so much now" he whispered.

x

(2B coming up shortly)