Sunday Evening:

"Anika." He called out to his busy wife as he walked into the kitchen. The past two days were spent so amazingly well. They did everything they used to, like they used to. Except one thing. Making love. Shivaay knew it was the period of monthly dates, and he also knew she got very awkward and hesitant during those days. But today he had different plans. Anyways it was already three nights down. 

Shivaay hugged her from behind peeping over her shoulder to see what she was doing.

"Cake?" He asked surprised.

"Yes!" She replied, excitement lined in her voice.

"What's the occasion?" He asked nuzzling her neck.

She paused what she was doing, "Do I need an occasion bake cake?"

"Um.point." he said leaving a light kiss on her neck. She looked very pretty in the long skirt and sleeveless top she wore. But to him she looked ready to be devoured. 

"Shivaay!" She said tilting her head away from his stubbled cheek tickling her. "Will you let me?"

"Exactly. Will you?" He remarked wittily turning her around.  

She gasped. "Shivaay there is batter in my hands. Wait for some time please. I am almost done. "

"Anika!" He complained as she turned back again. 

"Almost done..." She said carefully pouring the batter in the dish. "I just hope it turns out well."

He stood aside looking at her. 

"What?" She asked as she saw him looking at her intently.

"I wish you worked on me with so much dedication!" He winked.

She bit the inside of her cheeks, and aimed her index finger on his nose. He maneuvered his head and her batter smudged finger landed on his stubbled cheek.

"Not my stubble Anika!" He said making a cross face. She laughed. "I am working on you Shivaay, wasn't that your wish?"

"Very funny!" He said glancing on the counter of tissues. She saw the tissue stand first. She grabbed it playfully. "Use your fingers to clean it don't waste tissues "

"Okay, not funny. Give me, that. I don't want any reactions from the ingredients on my face. "

"You love your stubble don't you?" She asked resting one hand on the counter and the other on her hip.

"Of course. Make me look– Sexy!" He whispered huskily." You have to agree! "

"No. I don't like it!" 

"You're kidding! " he said trying to reach for the tissues.

She pulled the tissues away. "I like your clean shaved look."

"Yeah. But I know you find this sexier." He said still aiming for the tissues. "Anika tissue, now!"

She cocked up a brow. Demanding is it? She stared at him. "No I won't. You shave first. "

"Anika are yo u out of your mind? You are asking me to shave in return of a issue? I guess your Post Menstrual Effects! "

Anika's mouth dropped open. "Is that even a thing?"

"I don't know, I didn't take up biology in graduation you see. " he shrugged, moving closer.

"Neither did I, whatever. What do you love more? Me or stubble?"

He stared right into her dark brown eyes and slowly caressed her arms down to the elbow.

"Both!" He said as he finally reached the tissue, and when he felt she was about to snatch it back, he held her wrists and locked them behind her back. She gasped at the sudden contact their bodies made. "Cheater!" She said slowly her gaze piercing into his eyes. He gave a lopsided smile. 

She felt something. He was looking at her while his hands wiped her hands with the tissue. A smile began blooming on her face. He had the weirdest ways of doing what he wanted to. 

"Shivaay." She said trying to free herself from his hold. 

"Hmm."

"Leave me." She said a tinge of pink on her cheeks.

"Tell me you find my stubble sexy."

"No!" She frowned slightly.

He tightened his hold, bringing her body close to his. Anika could feel the heat– both on her cheeks and between them.

" It pokes my lips." She said blushing.

His lips curved up into a spontaneous smile. He then grinned, gradually there was laughter. 

She looked down, shyly. "You'll get used to it." He whispered slowly, his breath fanning her cheeks. 

She looked up at him smiling. Inching her lips closer to his, she reduced the distance between them. He was faster. He moved his lips over hers, forgetting the little batter on his cheeks. His hand released her hands and traveled up to her head. He wanted to kiss her so hard right now. Her hands moved to his face. She broke apart, feeling something on her now cleaned fingers. 

Batter! It was over her fingers again. She picked a tissue and wiped it off his face slowly, her eyes on his. She liked how he waited impatiently for her to finish. Smiling at her thoughts, she wiped her fingers off.

In the split minute she put away the tissue, he grabbed her arm and pushed her to the wall. "Shivaay!" She said shocked.

"Shh!" He said pinning her hands against the wall above her head. In utter shock, she gaped at the sudden frenzy . That only made things easier for him. His demanding tongue entered her mouth. Her hands were pressed against the wall by his palms. She could feel her senses fading. All she knew was the motion of his tongue. She moaned as he pressed her hands more, his kissing becoming maddening. 

He broke apart breathless, his desire fogged eyes piercing into her soul. She moved closer to kiss him again. He tilted his head back. She frowned slightly. He smirked and moved his lips to the strap of her dress on her shoulder. He pulled it down. She let out a silent gasp. Time, place, batter, cake everything forgotten.

He bit her shoulder. She moaned trying to free her hands, he didn't allow. Soon her fingers clasped around his palm, her nails digging into the back of his palm, as he continued assaulting her skin from the shoulder to the neck. She tilted her head to give him access. She was so ready every freaking time. Her readiness turned him on. 

His lips in mad haste reached for hers. She kissed him back with equal passion. He couldn't refrain touching her at other places. He let her hands free and slipped his hands to her waist. His hands Moved randomly around looking for an opening while his lips stayed in a union with hers. Anika started caressing his neck, giving him more access. She could feel trembling need rock her body as he skillfully controlled her. She loved submitting to him. She loved the way he dominated her body. 

They broke apart in a minute again. Breathing heavily, lashes flickering as they looked at each other. She was a hot mess. He was a skilled mischief maker. 

She felt his hands move insider her top. Her abdominal muscles tightened at his touch. "Easy!" He whispered his lips grazing her chin. While his lips randomly moved on her face a s he caught his breath, she relaxed as his hands began subtlety caressing her. 

"Shi-" was barely out of her mouth when his mouth ate it up. She clutched on to his shirt tightly. She didn't know what contributed more to the havoc – his tongue or his hands. She arched slightly as his hands moved to her bosom. 

Shivaay was on the edge. The thrill his body felt was inexpiable. He loved every bit of how she responded. He couldn't get enough of her mouth. But his tongue wanted all that his hands feasted on. He could feel her hands clutching on to his shoulders. He felt their movement. 

When she moved still closer to him and locked her hands around his neck, he knew her knees were giving away. He ran his hand to her thigh. He intended to lock her legs around his pelvic. Darn, she was wearing a freaking skirt. He stilled for a few seconds and rose his knee and placed it between her legs. She moaned as a jolt of discrete bits of pleasure seized her system momentarily. Tempted by the exposed skin at her shoulder, he wanted more. He dragged her top slowly down with his fingers to reveal the top of her swollen orbs. Like lightning his lips struck. She brought her legs closer to his knee, while her cheeks began rubbing against his stubble. 

"Shivaay, room!" She said breathing heavily. 

"Here, now!" He said his hands moving inside her top,to her back to unclasp her inner. 

"No!" She said kissing his neck. 

Before he could even say something the bell rang. He cursed in frustration. Her eyes grew wide. It was like she had been propelled out of her wonderland.

They looked at each other, hungrily. Wrong timing. Very wrong timing. Not theirs. The arriver's.

Yea, I am back after the interval!

"Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost!" ;)

P.S-

Seems like something went wrong in posting. Perhaps due to my slow internet connection yesterday. Sorry for the inconvenience.

-Anami!💜