Virus - Prisoners of the Nature

Chapter 6

Neil ate his dinner, picked up the dishes, and gave it to his wife. Priyanka Patel, his wife, 33 years old, stood near the sink, washing his dishes. Her oval face with big black eyes and rosy lips contrasted her hidden unwavering and ambitious personality, misguiding anyone who didn't know her. Her strong hands, with long fingers and sharp nails, removed any sticky stains from the dishes. The hams of her hands shined with callus, suggesting that even though she was a housewife, she worked harder than him.

Neil stood beside her wiping the dishes she gave him. His smooth and glowing hands, with soft fingers and well-cut nails, gave warmth to anyone who touched them. His hands couldn't keep up with her hands and she finished washing the dishes before he could finish wiping them. His circular face with hazel eyes, prominent jawline, and a dimpled smile suggested his widely known personality - personality of a kind doctor.

"Is she asleep?" Priyanka asked.

"Indeed. I told her a story." He said.

"You mean you scared her to sleep." She laughed.

"Oh. Come on. My stories are not that bad. They are very informative with good moral lessons that a child should be aware of." He defended himself. She wiped her hands with a red towel lying on the kitchen platform and marched towards him. Closer and closer until her long red gown with pink flowers scattered here and there joined with his navy blue shirt and black jeans. She hung her hands on his broad shoulders as she gave a taste of her rosy lips to his reddish tongue.

"Next month, Ishi will be 9 years old. I think we should try for another." She told him.

"Okay, my queen." He tasted her lips again.

"What do you want to do upon her birthday?" She asked as she removed the belt from jeans. He removed her hands from his shoulder as he went towards the refrigerator.

"I don't know. She is still recovering from that accident. It's just been a month. Why don't we take all go to a beach or a resort like in Goa? It will be a family vacation and relaxing in that clean ocean and it's refreshing air might cheer her up and give her confidence." He replied as he took a bottle from the refrigerator, removed its lid, and drank from it.

Some drops of this cold water spilled outside his mouth. These drops ran down in a spiral path, from the corners of his lips to his strong jawline to his prominent Adam's apple, staining his navy blue shirt and creating black spots here and there. As long as he kept drinking, gravity kept pulling down the drops from the corners of his mouth to stain his shirt and this stained shirt kept pulling Priyanka more and more closer, towards him.

Goa is a state in western India with coastlines stretching along the Arabian Sea. It is known for its centuries-old churches, tropical spice plantations, beautiful beaches, and refreshing resorts.

"Okay. Goa, it is." She lost control, jumped on his arms, and kept kissing him. As her lips felt his cold mouth, a wave of chill passed through her body, causing contraction of the muscles beneath her skin which resulted in goosebumps as her hairs on her skin stood up. But He sneaked his arms inside her gown and as the warmth of his hands touched her back, it relaxed these muscles beneath her skin causing the hair to come down again.

"Let's make love." He told her.

"Make love? For a doctor, you are quite slow in reading the body language. Mr. knowledgeable." She laughed.

"Couch?" He moaned.

"Do we have a choice?" She moaned back.

"Don't... worry. Movers are coming next week.. and then we will be in our new house where she will have her own room and then we..." He assured her.

"Just stop talking." She adjured him.

Eyes closed. Lips locked. Concentration gone except for doing this one thing. He navigated his way to the living room with Priyanka in his lap. He arrived at the couch, and as he went to plop on the couch but something came in his way, that resembled the height of his daughter.

It was none other than his daughter's wheelchair. He stumbled. Smack - Neil fell into the seat of the wheelchair. Priyanka on his lap. He continued the kissing, ignoring what just happened. But she couldn't control it. She started laughing in between the kisses.

"Careful or she will wake up." He said.

"You should be careful. You are the one who is walking. I was in your lap." She argued. The intensity of her voice rose.

"Shh... Okay. My eyes were closed. I didn't see it." He defended himself.

"So were mine. Let's move to the couch." She said.

"Can't we just do it, here? I don't think I can stand up again. I mean... I don't want to." He implored.

"It's too uncomfortable. You are the one who fell into the seat. I am still in your lap." She said.

"Okay." He replied.

"Don't be so quick. I just want to enjoy this... love... a bit longer." She laughed.

"Now, who's talking?" He moaned.

Neil stood up from the chair and plopped on the couch. Removed her gown. Her bra. Her underwear. She removed his shirt. His pant. His underwear. He lay down on the couch, facing her and she lay down on top of him, facing him. Their organs touched each other. Face to face. Hands to hands. Fingers to fingers. Chest to chest. Stomach to Stomach. Legs to legs. Feet to feet. A long and thick, enlarged organ touched her belly button. She giggled. He held the organ in his left hand and put it inside her v...