Chapter 12: The Flying sparks, now and then…

Times change. So do people.

You live your life and analyze each day at its own merit. Today will not seem too different from yesterday, and tomorrow too would be similar to today. Then why is it that when you look back few months or a year, everything seems to be different… like tide of time came and swept away with it all the sand castles of which all left now is memories.

Lying on my bed, with dosage of sedatives and pain killers high enough to get me tripping, thinking of what it was, and what it is was all I could do.

Flashback

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“Come on in” I whispered to Lia, followed by a simple yet quick gesture. This morning wasn’t like any other. First rain of the season replaced the everyday sunshine.

It had to be quick. The neighbors were quick, and the thrill of this had me held on for too long now.

“Is it safe? You sure no one will catch us?” Lia asked, continuing the conversation in the hushed up yet excited tone.

I closed the door behind her, and soon we sat on my bed, eyes stuck onto each other.

I had never seen anyone look so captivating. I had never looked at her this close, that her eyes gave me a green mirror to look beyond the imperfections of the world that we inhabited. It sent me in realm far away, where beauty knew no bound, where her allure wasn’t demarcated.

“Yes, it’s perfectly safe, for now” I said, finally feeling a bit more calm.

I could now use just a bit more calm.

“I haven’t seen someone setting stars to shame with their shimmering smile Lia” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist.

Not long back was Lia a farfetched dream. A dew drop on the top most leaf of tree. Any efforts to tell her how much I longed for her would have been futile.

Every joyous laughter that dribbled of her cherry lips made me wish I was the reason behind it.

Every water droplet that trickled down her neck every time she took a sip of water was undefined beauty, flowing secretively, quietly, yet forcing the whole world to stop and take a look.

But then she wasn’t mine. She was an unachievable dream, that’s what she was.

Every hand holding gesture she did with the guy she loved, filled me with rage, hopes crushing down, dreams shattered.

And today here she sat in front of me, and these thoughts came back, flashing.

She was mine, for now, this moment she was. Sitting here, looking down, yet not letting go of my hand.

Forcing the thoughts back, I pulled her closer, my grip around her waist that unintentionally had loosened, now firmer.

Her breasts just brushing against my body, and her lips, so close I could feel her breath onto me, the warmth of it, this was the dream, or maybe a tad bit better.

After a few moments of holding the dream tighter than I would hold on for my dear life, I had to let go.

Knees trembling with unadorned hug, it was only obvious to think about the results of what was going to be.

As I sat down to play a few songs to set a mood, she walked up to the window, standing near it, as the downpour outside had now calmed, the cool breeze blew across the trees surrounding the house, and it was nothing short of a scenery portrayed, her standing near the window, looking outside the mist. Dressed in a black top with netted sleeves, her hand resting on the window pane as she looked outside.

No sound was suitable enough for this occasion other than the sound of silence and her occasional words, like coming out of a flute made for the occasion.

I walked up to her, gently resting my arm on her shoulder. Her hands came across my back, I felt complete at this moment.

Keeping my arm on her back, and one hand gently coming around her slender neck, I kissed her. Her face unfazed, her lips warm, she was very much a part of what was happening here.

I kissed her, again, seating her and then laying her down, and kissed her yet again.

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As she lay down, a ray of light coming in struck her body, gold seemed to lose its precious.

I came over her, taking her hands off of her chest, as I leaned in to kiss her. She kissed back, as my hands drew her top of her shoulders and the kissing focused now on the sides of her neck as her passion had gotten her hands clutched over my head.

“Bite me harder” Said Lia, as I went on, nibbling onto her earlobes with my tongue doing most of the work for her, my hands now in her top, rubbing then naked skin on her stomach. Every breath out of her with a sound turning me on more and more.

I turned her around, groping her breasts, as her hand slid in my trousers.

Hearts throbbing, the clothes now were a hindrance, as I pulled her dress off of her body, as she bit her lip to down the moans that were getting intense now.

Kissing her navel and moving upwards, it was merely a matter of time that I had my tongue rubbing around her nipples, and biting them softly, holding her breasts sideward, moving my hands on her spotless curves.

“Take you shirt off” she said, breaking the stupor of moans and silence.

I did, moving further down. My hands coping her breasts, pinching, I came down, kissing her all the way from her marble like feet to moving on to her legs to the fairer than cream thighs, I rested my head, entering my tongue inside her, as I heard her moan louder than I had ever, her hands clutching the bed sheet, and eventually digging in my back.

“Do we stop?” I asked her, looking into her eyes.

“No. Not today. I love you. I want to take the next step with you.” She said. 

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Kissing her navel, with my hand now rubbing her legs, my erection now in her fist, this was not stopping today. Every touch of my fingers over her clit made her quiver. Every stroke of her hand did the similar for me.

With her dripping wet of passion, and I of desire, we kissed, passion a word too small to describe this one, as I entered in her. Heaven could not have felt better than this. As sweat beads glistened our bodies we became one, complete. Bodies moving against each other, the friction, the thrust with her legs wrapped around me, the pumping hearts caused moans that I had not imagined, but loved the new sensation.

No words were spoken all this time, as I touched every part of her body, knowing she belonged to me now, and I, to her.

As she tried to keep minimal eye contact with me, I could only be happy knowing that yes she was the one. I could do anything to tell her I loved her.

Playing the song

Cause it's a beautiful night
We're looking for something dumb to do
Hey baby
I think I wanna marry you

Is it the look in your eyes
or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares, baby
I think I wanna marry you

as I kissed her on her forehead, followed by a peck on her cheeks, going down on my knees, and saying precisely;

“I don’t know if this is the right moment to do this or not, seeing that you are not in an evening gown, neither I in a tuxedo, I still want to put this out.

I might have had a thousand crushes, and fallen in love once or twice on the way, but you are my destination.

I have never loved anyone this much, and I swear, won’t be able to, ever again.

I know you are perfect, and I, just a regular guy. But I have never thought of myself as lesser than anyone else. Not until today. But I do now. And I love it.

I love you.

Lia, Marry me. You make me feel flawed, and perfect at the same time. If it wasn’t for you, I could have never been able to put anyone’s hopes and wishes ahead of mine. I want to feel blessed forever.”

The occasion, being an emotional one anyway, just became an unforgettable beautiful moment of her life too, as she, with tears rolling down her cheeks from the side of her eyes, nodded in a yes, hugging me tightly.

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My eyes opened with the buzz of my cell phone next to my pillow, making me realize, this was then… now the times were completely different, and so was the situation.