Honey Moon

Petir

Another different ego of him went out on that third day. Yaya thought that his husband was just grumpy on that night but she was a bit dumbfounded.

Checking on her grumpy husband after she had washed the dishes, she noticed that he was not at their room. She thought to herself, "Maybe he's out to buy some groceries." She stopped, only to realize that she was alone in their big house. Remembering the ghost which haunts lonely souls, she immediately flew downstairs and grabbed her phone.

She dialed her husband's number, "Pick up. Pick up. Pick up."

"What's this ruckus anyway?" A grumpy voice appeared behind her.

"Boboiboy! Where were you!" She almost scream out of fear.

"I was at the rooftop. Why are you calling me anyway?" 

"I thought you were out and left me alone in this house." 

"So?" 

Yaya was surprised at his sudden mood swing again. This is a hundredth times already this day. She gave him a calm look, "I'm sorry for being so clingy." She ran upstairs leaving Petir in his place.

He was bummed for a bit at the tone she used. She may look calm but her tone was angry. Gosh. He didn't mean to make her annoyed. He was just pretending to be grumpy so that she will comfort him. What happened?

In a blink of an eye, he went upstairs, only to find his wife absent. It was his turn to call on her phone but it was beeping on the bedside table. He walked near it and saw the endearment his wife give him.

My HusBBB   calling....

"Where is she?" He mumbled, almost grumpy but worried.

He looked inside the comfort room but she was not there, until something on the window caught his eyes. That window was open. Maybe Yaya went out from there? 

Quietly climbing up, he peeked and landed his feet on the rooftop he used to be in. It was not long until he spotted her- standing silently. He cleared his throat as he went near her. When he stood side by side with his wife, he pretended to give her a grumpy look. Surprisingly, the angry face that he thought he saw was replaced by a sad look.

He silently look at her again, now observing her features. She was wearing her hijab, which made him disappointed. "It's cold out here, Yaya. We should go back."

He heard her giving a big and deep sigh, but she was still silent. Petir stood beside her amidst their silence.

"You're still mad at me?" She started to talk but her eyes are still looking down the street lights.

He replied after a minute, his voice low. "No I am not. I was just trying to make you comfort me."

"Comfort you? What happened?" She gave him a confused and worried look.

Petir cleared his throat. "Nothing."

This made Yaya stop. "Boboiboy." Her voice on the verge of frustration. "I thought we have talked this out. If you feel something terrible, something bothering you, something is hurting you, we have agreed to share it together, remember?" 

"Yes." Was all his reply.

"Why are you being so hard?"

"Am I starting to be annoying, Yaya?"

"You are."

Petir gave her a sad look, "Are you planning to leave me?"

Yaya was dumbfounded, "What?! No! Why would you say that?! I was just trying to wonder why are you suddenly becoming... Becoming so like this. Even if you are Petir, you are just different. You- I don't get this side of you." She whispered the last sentence in a sad tone.

"Maybe we just misunderstood each other tonight." 

His wife paused, "Yeah. Probably." 

Petir look down at her, "I was just actually..." He stopped and averted his eyes away from her. He felt his cheeks flushed. 

"Yes? Tell me, Petir. What's wrong?" 

He covered his mouth by his hand, still looking away from her. This time, Yaya was not stupid to not notice his blush. She cleared her throat, "I see... You want me?"

"I-I was just hoping if you would," he muttered and continued, "give me some of your hugs too."

Still not looking at her with his right hand covering his mouth, Yaya had to laugh. "You're being childish! Come here!" She welcomed him with her open arms. Petir complied by hugging her back shyly. 

Almost like it's destiny, a nearby soft and slow music played around the neighborhood making them swayed silently until they waltz around the rooftop.

Yaya was starting to get sleepy after Petir placed her head on his chest. She could hear his wild heartbeat in the same rhythm as hers. Suddenly, she felt him tugging out her hijab. "Hm?"

"Do you love me, Yaya?" He asked, hopeful for the obvious answer.

"I love you forever. Heheh." She chuckled.

"I was supposed to face you with confidence but I ended up being a chicken." He looked disappointed at his self.

She gave him a teasing smile as her eyebrows wiggled comically, "Don't be a chicken. It's not like you."

"Well, I'm being childish with the woman that I love." He muttered.

Knowing that Petir can be too serious, she had to tease him again. "This wife doesn't mind. So... You're about to commence your plan, right?"

Petir gave her a silent laugh, "What plan?"

She pouted comically, "Kissing me. Mmmmwah." She laughed. This side of her husband really is too heavily serious she had to tease him sometimes.

He gave her a longing smile which made her stop from laughing. Without a doubt, his husband kissed her sweetly. She had to laugh at his silent antics. He deepened the kiss until she felt his hands travelling down her waist and to her bottom.

She pulled out from the kiss, "Wha-what are you doing?" She saw him grinning at her in a rather sexy fashion as he zapped his fingers infront of her. 

He whispered at her, "I want you too, Yaya. Please make love with me." He sounded desperate.

Before she could reply, he banged her body on the nearby wall and claimed her lips again. Moving his hands around her small frame, she could feel a low voltage of electricity coming out from him to her body. Again and again, every time she deepened her kisses to him, she could feel his greedy hands squeezing her bottom. She heard him slurping their saliva, "More." He demanded. 

Using her gravity powers, she slammed him down on the lukewarm roof. Wiping up the drool, she chuckled down at him. "I'm guessing you like my bottom, hmm?"

Petir tried to sit as he pressed her near him still gripping on her bottom as Yaya continued claiming his lips. Sliding her closely near his erection, he was now panting between their kisses. Biting his lip, Yaya blushed when she saw him drenched in his own sweat under the moonlight. "Yaya..." He clutched his arms to her as he let his low electric powers run to her. Dissatisfied, she placed her back on the wall spreading her legs. 

Her worried voice reminded him, "Can we do this inside? Someone might see us."

"Shhhhh." Yaya saw his face becoming dark and she suddenly yelp a moan when he rested his fingers on her core receiving some low vibrations in it. To her, the foreign feeling felt nice as she grabbed something to support. She heard him whispering on her eyes, lips touching her earlobe, "No one will see us in here." And then he gave her another rub, this time, hearing her pleasured moans, Petir increased the vibrations and petting on her core until Yaya end up breathless and drooling. She muffled a silent cry, "E-enough,"

Smiling down at his wife, Petir once again led her to a joyous ride, squeezing her rounded shape bottom by his zapping greedy hands.