As I lay beside him, the silence of the room wrapped around us, broken only by the soft rhythm of our breaths. The warmth of his body next to mine was reassuring.
I could feel the slight tremor in my own heartbeat, a mixture of nervousness and excitement, like standing on the edge of something both familiar and entirely new.
He turned his head to look at me, his eyes searching mine as though asking a question without words.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. His voice was so gentle, so filled with care that it made my heart swell.
There was so much kindness in his gaze, so much love. It was one of the things I cherished most about him—how he never rushed me, always checking in to make sure I was okay.
“I know,” I said softly, meeting his gaze again. “But I want this.” I felt the words resonate deep within me as I spoke them, the certainty growing stronger.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice a quiet murmur, as his fingers gently brushed against the back of my hand.
I smiled, feeling a slight blush rise to my cheeks. “A little nervous,” I admitted honestly, but then I squeezed his hand.
“But more than anything, I’m just… happy to be here with you.”
His smile grew, soft and reassuring, and I could feel the tension in my body slowly ebb away. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.
He kissed me again, it was slow and deliberate, a kiss that spoke volumes without a single word.
As the kiss deepened, I felt our connection intensify. There was something so natural about being close to him, like we had been building toward this for so long.
His hands moved slowly, respectfully, tracing gentle patterns on my back.
It was calming, grounding me in the present, making me feel safe and cherished. I let out a soft sigh as his lips moved from mine to trail down my jawline, planting delicate kisses along my neck.
My skin tingled under his touch, and with each kiss, I felt more connected to him, more ready to take this next step together.
He paused, looking up at me with those gentle eyes again, his hand resting on my cheek. “You’re sure?” he asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes,” I replied, my voice steady, but filled with emotion. “Claim me, Vayu!”
The words hung in the air between us, and I could see how much they meant to him, the way his expression softened even further, the way his smile reached his eyes.
“I love you, Sunflower!” he said, and it felt like a promise—a promise that this moment was just the beginning of something beautiful.
He kissed me again, but this time there was a new sense of purpose, a deeper connection that I could feel in every touch, every movement.
“I love you more, Vayu!” I replied as my hands found their way to the back of his neck trailing down to his back until they reached the band of his pants.
My fingers tucked in the elastic of his pants but before I could pull them down, he groaned, “Shit!” And hid his face in the crook of my neck.
“What happened, Vayu?” I asked, my voice laced with concern.
He hesitated for a second before softly saying, “I don’t have any condoms, Sunflower!”
I could sense the mix of concern and awkwardness in his voice, as if he didn’t want to spoil the mood.
I leaned back slightly, meeting his concerned gaze. “It’s okay,” I said softly.
He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “I just didn’t want to ruin the moment.”
“I can take pills. We don’t have to worry.” I whispered, caressing his cheeks.
His eyebrows furrowed as he searched my face. “No way, Sunflower! I don't want you to take risks.." his voice full of care.
“But what if I want to take a risk?” I asked, looking into his eyes. I added with a smile, “We’ve both waited long enough for this.”
“But…” he tried to resist but I kept my lips over his shutting him up.
“Please!” I pleaded again.
He left out a sigh and asked, “Are you sure?”
I smiled gently, touching his cheek. “I’m sure. I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t comfortable.”
He exhaled slowly, his hand tracing a line down my arm. “I just want to make sure we’re doing this right... together.”
I could feel the sincerity in his words, and it made me love him even more in that moment.
“We are,” I assured him, leaning in closer. “It’s not just about tonight, it’s about us—how we trust each other”
He nodded, brushing his thumb across my hand. “I trust you completely. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I am,” I whispered, pulling him closer.
He kissed me then, slow and full of meaning, as if sealing the understanding between us.
My hands proceeded down to his torso as I pulled down his pants. He slid down his boxers himself, before covering us under the duvet.
The idea of pills was still unsure in my mind, but I knew we both were at the point where we couldn't resist anymore.
Covering us under the duvet, I pulled her closer to me, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
Her reassurances still echoed in my mind, and I couldn’t help but smile as the tension between us melted away.
I positioned myself between her legs. Our eyes locked, a quiet understanding passing between us.
There was no rush, no urgency—just the two of us, sharing a moment of deep connection that went beyond words.
I could feel her breath against my skin, her hands resting on my shoulders, pulling me closer as our foreheads touched.
“We can still stop, Sunflower!” I said.
“Shut up, Kashyap! Just take me!” She patted my chest and said, narrowing her eyes.
I chuckled, feeling the warmth of her body, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.
“Aren't you so desperate?” I teased taking her erected buds in my mouth.
“For you? Hell yes!” She replied, swaying her arms around my neck pulling me closer.
I kissed her softly, and with a gentle push, I entered her.
“Oh God!” She gasped, her nails digging the skin over my shoulders.
I paused. “Should I stop, Sunflower?” I asked stopping my movement and cupping her cheeks.
She sighed for a moment, her eyes fixed at me as she shook her head. “Just go slow!” She muttered near my shoulder.
I nodded, kissing her forehead and intermingled our hands and giving her time to adjust me within her.
A lone tear escaped her eye, making me regret all this.
I'm hurting her.
“Sunflower, I'm hurting you. We should stop.” I whispered, wiping the tears off her cheeks.
“Noo..you can move!” She replied with a soft smile, pecking my lips, lifting her head to my level.
“Shall I?” I asked her again, making sure I was not hurting her in this.
She nodded, and I started moving myself within her, slowly.
“Ahmmm!” She moaned, pushing her face in the crook of my neck as I continued thrusting myself inside her.
As we moved together, it wasn’t just about passion but a sense of comfort, of finding peace in each other’s arms.
She held me tighter, her fingers tracing the lines of my back, as if memorizing every part of me.
“God, you feel amazing,” I murmured, kissing her lips, our breaths mingling.
“Fuck Vayu! Oh god!” she moaned again, her voice thick with emotion.
As our closeness grew, she whispered softly, her breath warm against my neck. “Go faster,” she said, her voice a mix of affection and anticipation.
Her words were gentle, but the feeling behind them was strong, pulling me deeper into the moment.
I responded to her, adjusting my rhythm, feeling the connection between us intensify as I increased my pace.
Her hands gripped my arms, her nails scratching my toned biceps.
As we moved, there was no need for words. Everything was conveyed in the touch of her hand, the soft sound of her breathing, and the way her body responded to mine.
Her eyes met mine, and I could see the depth of her emotions reflected in them—years of shared memories, the quiet moments, the struggles, and the victories.
As the moment unfolded, I suddenly felt her body tense beneath mine.
Her breath hitched, and I pulled back slightly to see her eyes welling with tears. She tried to blink them away, but the emotion had already overtaken her.
“Hey…what’s wrong, Sunflower? Is it paining too much?” I asked softly, concern lacing my voice as I brushed a thumb across her cheek, wiping away a tear that had escaped.
She shook her head, her lips trembling slightly as she looked away for a moment, then back at me, her gaze filled with a vulnerability I hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Kya hua jaan?” I asked again.
“It’s just…the thought of you leaving for war,” she whispered, her voice cracking with the weight of those words. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Tu wapas aayega na?” She asked me.
I held her closer, pressing my forehead to hers. “I’ll come back to you, Sunflower!” I whispered, my voice firm yet gentle, trying to comfort her even though I knew the uncertainty that hung in the air.
She nodded, though the tears still streamed down her cheeks, and I kissed them away, hoping somehow I could take away the fear that lingered.
“Please fuck me!” She whispered keeping the sides of my lips.
I nodded, and moved inside her again, the warmth of our embrace a temporary shield against the reality we couldn’t escape.
“I love you,” I whispered against her hair, the words simple but filled with the promise that no matter where I went, I would always be back to her.
She smiled through her tears, her fingers tracing the lines of my face. “I love you too,” she whispered back, her voice soft but certain.
And with that, we both came together simultaneously. I fell over her, my face buried in the crook of her neck as I kissed her neck.
As the intensity of the moment passed, we both breathed deeply, our bodies still entwined.
I rested my forehead against hers, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat begin to slow, syncing with mine.
Her hand traced gentle patterns across my back, and I responded with a soft kiss on her temple.
I looked into her eyes. She smiled softly, her lips curving in a way that brought me comfort.
I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and whispered, “Are you okay, Sunflower?”
She nodded, her expression tender, and pulled me closer, her voice barely a whisper, “I’m more than okay, Vayu!”
As the quiet settled in, I kissed her forehead gently, pulling her closer into my arms. She nestled against me, and I held her, savoring the peace that enveloped us.
I stood up slowly, careful not to disturb the peaceful silence between us. Gently, I slipped my arms beneath her, lifting her up with ease.
She smiled softly, her eyes half-closed, still wrapped in the warmth of the moment. Without a word, I carried her to the bathroom, the dim light casting a soft glow across the room.
She rested her head against my shoulder, her arms loosely draped around my neck, trusting me completely.
As I stepped into the bathroom, I set her down carefully, her feet touching the cool tiles. Her eyes met mine, "Thank you, Vayu!" she whispered, her voice soft and filled with affection.
I leaned in, brushing a kiss against her forehead, and smiled. “Oh ab madam aap mujhe thank you bhi bolegi?” I teased, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Why we're here? Mujhe neend aarahi hai!” She said with a cute pout. I leaned forward pecking her lips.
“We need to take a bath!” I replied making her pout more conspicuous.
We stepped into the shower together, the warm water cascading over us, washing away the remnants of the moment.
I reached for the soap, gently lathering her shoulders, my touch careful and slow. She smiled, eyes closed, leaning into the comfort of it.
In return, her hands moved over my skin with the same tenderness, the water binding us in this quiet ritual of care.
We stood there, helping each other, not out of necessity but out of love.
Each gesture, each touch, carried with it the weight of unspoken promises.
After a while, I turned the water off and wrapped a towel around her, brushing a kiss on her damp forehead.
She looked up at me, eyes warm and filled with affection, and for a moment, everything else faded away.
After we were done, I lifted her once more, cradling her gently as we made our way back to the room.
She nestled closer into my arms, her body relaxing as I carried her to the bed.
I carefully tucked her under the duvet, making sure she was warm and comfortable. The soft fabric seemed to wrap around her like a cocoon, and I slid in beside her, pulling her close until her head rested against my chest.
My arms instinctively wrapped around her, holding her as if I could protect her from everything.
She sighed softly, her fingers tracing small circles on my skin as we both lay there, the weight of the day slowly melting away.
“Vayu!” She whispered, her eyes searching mine.
I hummed in response as she continued, “I love you!”
I pressed my lips over her before muttering, “I love you too, Sunflower!”
As we lay wrapped in each other’s warmth, I looked down at her and said, “No matter where life takes us, I want you to know you’re my home. I’ll always choose you.”
She smiled as I pressed a kiss into her hair, feeling her breathing slow, and within moments, the calmness of the night began to pull me under as well.
With her in my arms, the world outside faded, and sleep took over, bringing with it the quiet peace of knowing that for now, in this moment, everything was exactly as it should be.
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