"Y/n, where are those hair ties?" Shahneel asked while looking through the bottomless pit which was her purse.

"I thought they were in the paper bag," you answered after pausing the narration of your day out to Shubman.

You grabbed the said bag which was on the coffee table, searching inside it.

"Di, give me your bag," he said and when he was handed the sling bag, he turned it upside down, letting everything fall outside.

"This is for us," you grabbed one chocolate bar out of the two that fell out.

Shubman looked through the small heap of things. He found AirPods, Axe Oil, dry tissues, wet tissues, a personalized butterfly knife with her initials engraved, an opened pack of Kinder Chocolate Mini, compact mirror, chewing gum, a small bottle of sanitizer, shoe laces, and finally, the hair ties.

"Here," he handed them to his sister who cared enough to not thank him.

"Where's Ishan?" She asked and he pointed to the hallway that led to his office, as well as the basement. "Put everything in the bag again."

She left in that direction and Shubman looked questioningly at nowhere in particular.

"The hair ties were for him," you said, taking the paper bag in your hand. "I think I'm going to organize all of this in the closet. Take your time, Shubi."

You kissed his cheek, glanced towards everything spread out on the coffee table, and left before he could answer.

Shubman could do as his sister had told him to. But he wasn't going to. Not when she hadn't even got him anything after a whole day spent outside.

At least, that's what he thought while placing everything back inside the bottomless pit again.

He stopped when his fingers came in contact with something that wouldn't really stand out among the tissues, but would feel different.

It was a receipt for men's diamond studs.

"Of course," he muttered. Ishan had been wearing new ones right after valentine's day.

Three flight of stairs later~

Placing the last of the newly bought things in the walk-in closet, which was the size of an average bedroom, you looked at the empty paper bag.

It looked nice. So you decided to keep it among the other things you've collected too.

"Parfait," you said under your breath, walking back to the vanity table to try the new charm bracelet.

"Your outfit looks nice, sweetheart," you heard Shubman's voice and looked back briefly.

He was taking off his default black blazer, throwing it to the couch beside.

You were given the same compliment with an 'I love you' in the morning, and every other day.

But he just couldn't help all the love that threatened to flow out of his heart at just the sight or sound of you.

"Right?" You said, the bracelet still around your wrist as you turned to the mirror that covered an entire wall. "I thought I could add bell sleeves, but I liked it sleeveless."

You ran a hand down the black dress, its empire waist flaring out in an A-shape to your knees.

"It's foam," you added while Shubman removed his cufflinks, the ones you gifted him for Valentine's day, and rolled up his sleeves. "Though I almost went with micro velvet."

He wrapped his arms around your waist, swiftly pulling your back to his chest.

"And the bracelet doesn't fit me," you said, shaking your hand twice, letting the accessory fall to the table. With a sigh, you grabbed and placed it in the draw.

"We'll get you a different size, honey," Shubman suggested, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking at your reflection in the mirror.

"It's handmade, baby," you informed what the shopkeeper at the fair told you. "They only make one in everything."

You knew the bracelet didn't fit you, but you just loved it too much to let go.

"Then we'll find the person who made it," he said before kissing your cheek.

"That's fine," you replied and felt a kiss on your nape. "I'll just be conscious and make sure I don't lose it while moving my hand. It also made me feel less nervous when I was outside so- What are you doing?"

You questioned as Shubman kissed his way back to your shoulder, making you feel like that couple on their honeymoon, who won't even get out of their hotel room.

"Kissing your shoulder," he answered, not looking at your eyes through the mirror anymore, giving undivided attention to your unblemished skin. It won't remain that way for too long.

You felt his teeth nip at your shoulder, and then the crook of your neck before he turned you around.

Shubman leaned in and caught your lips with his, holding a gentle hand to your cheek.

You smiled in the kiss, your breath being taken away by the one person you couldn't breathe without.

Oxygen plays a trivial role to you. Only you both were vital to each other.

Your mind flooded with yearning, head tilting back as his fingers traced your jaw.

Shubman's hands, which were previously on your back, held your waist, lifting you up so that you sat on top of the vanity table.

Like the first time you both kissed, everything else faded.

The rest of the world resolved into nothingness, and your bliss couldn't even think of it to be a speck of dust.

He held your hand up near his face, touching your wrist with his lips while still holding eye contact.

His hand came down to your knee, just where your dress ended, caressing the skin over it before sliding further in.

Shubman placed his lips on your cheek, breathing a bit heavily as his other hand held your cheek.

"To the bed?" His voice felt hot against your cheek, and you kept your hands on his shoulders.

"Takes too long," you said in nothing more than a whisper before kissing him again.

You sealed your lips around his, holding the back of his head with one hand, gripping his hair.

The caress of his touch traveled to your inner thigh, drawing soft circles on them as he kissed you back.

Your neck felt cold with sweat, but the skin on your face and throat was hot.

Shubman's fingers too, felt cold as they pushed away the flimsy clothing barrier.

You thought you might faint when he stroked your wetness, but you didn't.

Instead, coherent thinking distorted beyond recognition as he rested his forehead against yours, wanting to look into your eyes.

Your throat felt thick and hollow at the same time, feeling a slow smile spread on his face as he ran his fingers up and down your wet core.

At first, Shubman didn't seem to be doing anything.

Then you became aware of the small frenzy of expended energy in you.

His thumb caressed your inner thigh firmly, trying to ease out the sharp feeling before he slipped another finger in, and you moaned.

You felt like being held up by some sort of dizzying suspension, like the one you have in dreams where you can fly. Or when you're sleeping and feel like you're going to fall.

Basking in his touch like it was fine wine, you let him soothe the fire within you, closing your eyes.

Your head fell back and the warmth and sweat of your neck was replaced with Shubman's lips.

As you moved, his other hand held the back of your head, making sure you didn't hit yourself against the mirror.

His fingers made small movements first, and only got quicker when you started squirming a little.

You felt his lips on the shell of your ear, kissing it. Then he bit there. A slow, painless nip, but definitely teeth involved.

Warmth rushed through your body as you felt him part his fingers that were inside you.

You breath caught, and you searched for Shubman's hand that was still on the back of your head, locking your fingers with his.

A profane sound left your lips again, just in time with him adding another digit.

The blaze filled your body, your mind. His fingers, like a cool oasis, slid in and out of you.

His body pressed against yours, your breathing became irregular, and you felt the familiar sensation deep within your stomach.

Shubman brought his head back to face you, staring at your closed eyelids.

He massaged your walls once again with his fingers, giving one final thrust in.

And you let go of your hold on his hand, grabbing the side of his neck and kissing him.

Saying that you kissed him was not entirely right though. Because you bit down on his lower lip as you came on his fingers.

The fire in your body calmed enough that you could still see, still think.

You felt a kiss at the corner of your mouth, and leaned back on the mirror, tasting something metallic.

Shubman pulled his fingers out and you let out a feeble sound.

When your eyes opened after a few seconds, you were met with the sight of him sucking his fingers off, savoring every drop.

And, oh, his lip was bleeding.

So it's not just your blood that tastes good.

You watched as his tongue swiped over his lower lip, promptly licking the blood. It was red.

Red like blood should be. Red like your love. And red like his basement.

"Doesn't it hurt?" You asked and he shook his head as a no.

"I liked it, honey," Shubman mumbled before he dropped to his knees.

"I liked it too," you were trying to catch your breath when he held your calf, kissing it.

His hands moved to part your knees, making some space for himself.

You still tasted his blood, and he liked it? "Never knew you had that kink."

"Well, we have a lot of time to discover more, don't we?" He placed another kiss on your ankle, then lifted his head up to look at you.

All you saw was the dimpled smile on Shubman's face before it disappeared between your thighs.

A/n

I'm leaving for Chennai, early in the morning tomorrow, to visit my cousin. Not sure when I'll return home, but here's an update before I leave.