Sugar spice and everything nice: A series of OS
by
Sweta(-WanderLust-) and Rini(Reminiscence)
Shot 4: Trouble tales!
All apologies for the late update!
Index to all the shots: CLICK!
Here's the longest update of the series till date till
date! xP
Trouble Tales!
-Strupar is placing the ball, I think he's the man hoping to strike it, he's having a word with his captain Wilmots.
-Well you don't usually take out a striker out of the penalty for a free-kick round about here if he ain't going to hit it.
-Well he hasn't hit it very well, second time
-Good ball though
-Not sure who he was aiming for but Deflandre makes it awkward for England and...
The EPL match commentary blared across the drawing room but for the first time, failed to grab Randhir's attention. His head was tilted at an angle and gaze focused on her waist, like he has never known to look away. Her crop top and low-rise palazzos completely exposed her waist, the recent addition of fat only deepening her curves more. Fixated at the point where her waist has taken the perfect bend of an arch, his eyes followed-
Left to right-
Then left again, to right
And again left...
"...RANDHIR."
He choked. Well, almost.
"Y-yea I'm listen-listening. Tell me?" startled on hearing her voice, he almost had a mini-heart attack, only wishing he wasn't caught in his act.
Checking out your own girl friend like that? What has the world come to?
He looked up to meet her gaze only to find her staring back at in absolute incomprehension.
And, he had his life's most awkward eye-lock EVER.
"I.Said.I.Have.Set.The.Table.For,Dinner. Would you kindly oblige?" she spoke through gritted teeth. Already irked up she was, blame'em pregnancy hormones. But these days a new there was a new matter of concern she had to deal with.
Randhir.
And his new -DON'T EVEN KISS SANYUKTA- phase.
Let alone kiss, he wouldn't even touch her these days- maintaining an awkwardly long distance from her while in bed. Sanukta was 7 weeks pregnant, her 1st trimester symptoms giving her a hard time with nausea and cramps already- and at times ALL she wanted was to cuddle Randhir and sleep. Well, since Randhir did not seem like Randhir anymore, she had to spend her night cuddling the teddy bear he had got for her.
He walked to the dining table and took his seat, only to find this supreme attraction building up inside him as soon as she sat in front of him, the V-neck of her top giving him a good glance at her cleavage.
He noticed how her cleavage had deepened since the last time he remembered.
He also slapped himself in his mind with a slipper for acting like a hormonal teenager. For heaven's sake, he was 22 years old and would be fathering a baby after few months. Good lord.
He was determined to look away this time- and so he did, but his sight was caught by Sanyukta's fingers which engaged themselves in twirling a fork rhythmically- much to his attention.
Randhir slowly lifted his head to meet her gaze.
And froze.
She was, well, rather bamboozled. What on earth was he doing? She wore a pout at the corner of her lips, her eye brows raised and furrowed and head slightly tilted, noticing his antics for the last few minutes.
Her patience had cleared a new level.
"WHAT IS GOING ON SHEKHAWAT?" she dropped the spoon.
Randhir was mortified. He fumbled, "I-uh. Nothi-"
"No, you listen to me mister. You seem to have lost all your interest in me after I got pregnant. You plainly ignore me these days" she felt her ears fume. "And now I catch you checking me out like this. WHAT MADE YOU SO FRUSTRATED? AM I TOO BAD IN BED?"
"No-Sanyukta-", but she wouldn't listen.
"OR IS THERE A NEW PERSON OF INTEREST OF WHOM I AM UNAWARE?" she narrowed her eyes, her voice trembling a bit from the sudden outburst of rage.
Randhir was too downhearted to even think of a proper come-back to what she said. He sniffed to hold back his tears that had been threatening him to fall off any moment. Obviously, Randhir would rather die than to let her see him cry at her scolding, and so he let his head remain hanging, gaze fixed at the border of the table cloth.
And his silence scared her.
"Oh my god" she whimpered. "You are in love with someone else" her voice distorted as tears framed the brink of her eyes. "Randhir! How could you do this to me?"
This time, he looked up, his eyes red already.
"R-randhir, why are you crying?" she fumbled.
Well, when she accused him of being in love with someone else, she obviously knew she was being hormonally driven again. But seeing him in tears scared her. Maybe he is indeed in love with someone else.
"No. I love you Sanyukta" he managed to say with a trembling voice.
Sanyukta rolled her eyes away.
"I-just. I don't know what to do!" he said and broke down.
He really didn't. After all, he was too was too young to take up so much of responsibilities. This was equally tough for Randhir, as it was for Sanyukta since he was utterly unfamiliar with this.
Sanyukta on the other hand had never imagined that this would come to Randhir so tough. This was the very first time she saw Randhir in such a rout, so scattered and terribly helpless.
She left her seat and no sooner that she had walked to him, he hugged her torso tight- not too tight, keeping in mind she was pregnant, and cried his heart out.
Sanyukta smiled as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Randhir, it's okay. We can work this out."
This went on for another 2 minutes after which his sniveling stopped, but he still didn't let her go.
"The real reason is," he gulped. "I just don't want to hurt our baby!"
Puzzled, she frowned and looked down at him, her hands still playing with his hair.
"That is why I'm avoiding sex" he finally confessed.
Avoiding sex because you're afraid of hurting the baby? Such maturity. Sanyukta tried her level best not to laugh.
But...
"What! Randhir? You silly-" the laughter she was trying so hard to hold back was too disobedient. She broke into a breathless laughter which too long to stop and finally let her speak.
"Our child is safe inside me. You understand?" she said, still giggling in between. "It's like, one layer of cushion, then a barricade of blood, and another layer of cushion and a bag inside it, then the baby inside the bag. You can't reach it, okay? And there's no way you are going to harm our baby!"
Randhir stared blankly into her eyes for a while. Then frowned and asked, "Why is the baby inside a bag? How will it breathe?!"
She slapped her forehead, but she remained patient.
"Our baby is still very tiny. It isn't breathing. You're understanding right? She explained.
"How is it alive if it ain't breathing?" his eyed widened as he spoke.
Sanyukta smiled at his credulity. "There's a pipe like thing inside the bag, okay? The baby gets its oxygen from that pipe."
Randhir's lips formed an o'.
Randhir was relieved to know this and that was clear on his face, to which Sanyukta laughed again. "You're so stupid, Randhir."
Randhir got up from his chair.
"So you think I'm stupid?" he smirked, grabbing her waist, sending down tremors down her spine.
"Mm hm" she was already shuddering from his touch.
"How stupid do you think I am?" he bent a bit to level his lips on her jaw-line, completely aware of what effect this was having on her.
Sanyukta wasn't in a state to answer. She generally wouldn't have lost her mind in this sudden frenzy, but this time, she just couldn't hold back. Probably because of her pregnancy hormones and also taking in account the long time after which her body is receiving his touch, she was already losing her cool, caught in a whirlwind of passion. Her breathing danced off beat and she could already feel the tension reach its height inside her. Damn you, pregnancy.
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and placed her carefully on the bed.
His hands slid up and down her waist before he finally pulled her top off. He unbuttoned his shirt and crawled on top of her, making her lie down and pinned her wrists on either side of her head, blocking her access to touch him at all.
She groaned in frustration to which he only smirked.
He brought his lips to hers and sucked at her supple, full ones releasing jolts of pleasure through her. He nibbled at her lower lip, then quickly entering her mouth, exploring every corner. Sanyukta did not even fight for dominance. She missed him that much.
He then travelled south, leaving wet kissed on her chin, below her jaw then sucking at her neck. He sucked at the side of her neck, leaving a red mark and earning a moan from her. She greeted every touch of his with intense passion and that could be clearly told from her face.
He kissed the nape of her neck, sucking at the skin. Her body was acting as a receptor of pleasure but she was releasing vibes of frustration that also built within her, since Randhir wouldn't let her touch him. She arched her back, pushing herself up towards him noticing which, he chuckled.
His lips then found their way to her chest. He bit the skin of her cleavage and released suddenly, leaving her wanting for more.
"Randhir p-please" she mumbled.
"Please what?" she could almost see him smirk even with her eyes closed.
"L-let my hands go" the words managed to escape her lips, trembling.
"Mmh," she gasped as she felt him place a quick peck at the flesh on the right side of her cleavage. Her skin had turned a lot more sensuous than before. She felt her thigh muscle twitch with anticipation, the tip of her toes pointing and rubbing against the bed sheet.
To her surprise and intense joy, he released the grip around her wrist. She ran her fingers of her his rippled abs and she felt herself lose patience once again.
Randhir brought his lips back to hers once again and his hand was about to pull her brassiere just when...
"OHF**K RANDHIR MOVE" she jerked him off and rushed to the washroom, making sounds as if she was choking, leaving an addled Randhir shirtless, aroused and dejected on bed.
"What, do I taste that bad now?" he said, getting off the bed before rushing to check on her.
He knelt down beside Sanyukta, who was grabbing the toilet seat and puking relentlessly, and held her unruly tresses back which were only adding to her discomfort.
"I told you NOT to eat so much. You ate the entire bucket of ice cream all by yourself!" he scolded while rubbing her back.
"And the BABY! Don't forget your baby" she irked, lifting her head to speak before she dropped it again as she suffered another round of vomiting.
After choking for another few minutes, she sat back, crawling to the side of the wall and started taking deep breaths.
Randhir got his shirt from the bedroom and made her wear it.
"Do you have more in there?" he asked.
She nodded a no, granting him permission to flush the toilet.
She got up and took few steps towards the door and suddenly her head felt light and her eyes were blacking out.
"God, my head spins like a fan" she tried to sound funny like Randhir did at times, failing miserably.
He picked her up and walked out of the washroom. "Why do you even try?"
"Yea, I shouldn't. That's your forte" she gave him a goofy grin, to which he smirked with absolute suave.
Seeing which, Sanyukta felt butterflies dancing inside her, making her go topsy-turvy.
Topsy-turvy.
"Randhir, I guess Im going to throw up again," she covered her mouth with her palm.
"What!" without wasting a minute, he rushed back in.
And there she goes again.
"But you said you were done with puking," Randhir was rather frustrated, helping her up.
"Yea I thought I was. But then you smirked at me and OUT came everything" she walked to the basin and splashed water on her face. She paused for a second realizing what she just said, and then ditched the thought of it.
Randhir's face fell.
The smirk made her puke?
Randhir picked her up and placed her on bed, then switched the washroom lights on and returned.
She sat up and noticed the change of expressions on his face and smiled.
"What's with that face?" as if she didn't know.
"My smirk made you puke?" dejection clear in his tone.
Her mouth made an aw', which Randhir ever hates hearing on him.
"Now you're doing that thing again," he snapped.
"You. Come here" she pulled her towards her and he fell on the bed and made his way beside her, resting his head on his palm which he balanced on a pillow.
"You have the cutest smirk ever" she pulled his nose.
"No I don't" he looked away.
"Did I just say cute?" she smiled. "I meant sexy. Sexiest smirk ever."
Randhir smirked with full suave and glanced back at her and said, lowering his voice, "I've got sexier stuff, you know."
-to which her inside did somersaults and the world went topsy turvy.
Again.
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