"Come on Christian, please. Its my birthday…you said we could do whatever I wanted for my birthday and this is what I want."
Syed looks imploringly at me and I sigh. "Yeah well when I said that I was thinking that you would want something more…..appealing." It's Syed's turn to sigh now, although he embellishes it with a roll of his eyes. "Christian…"
"I just can't believe that you really want to spend your birthday in the midst of what will undoubtably be the world's most uncomfortable, awkward, disastrous setting possible. I mean, dinner with…"
"….with the people I love best in the world, yes" he interrupts. "Please Christian, one evening, one meal with my family, is it really too much to ask?" And now out come the eyes. Those gorgeous huge brown eyes, that intense, vulnerable look, that causes my heart to ache, my tightly held resolve to weaken and my mind to forget all I had sworn it to remember. I still don't know if he is aware of quite how much power he holds over me, of quite how much he can make me do with just his eyes. I sort of hope he doesn't know, this vulnerability is almost too embarrassing to admit to even him, but at the same time I want him to realise how weak I am for him, how weak I want to be for him.
"Fine, fine" I concede, raising my hands in only semi mocking surrender. "You could have had anything, anything" I repeat, raising my eyebrows suggestively at him "that you wanted, but instead we'll spend your birthday attempting to avoid your mother poisoning me, or laying booby traps under my seat, oh God even worse, she's going to make me change all of Kamil's nappies all through the meal, isn't she?"
"You're kidding right? Let you anywhere near Kamil?"
"Ah yes, one son corrupted, who knows what I might do if I get close to the others. I'm surprised Tam is even allowed to sit at the same table as me. I'm surprised you are to be honest. Oh fuck, that's it isn't it, we're going to be sitting on opposite ends of the table so that she can check that I haven't perverted your table manners or something," I moan away but Syed is just grinning at me. His grin alone is winning me over but I'm not letting him off that easily. Not this time. "And," I continue, "why did you have to wait until right now to tell me, couldn't you have given me time to prepare myself. I could have done with a couple of days preparation not a couple of hours."
"Yeah, and give you time to talk me out of it, no way." He laughs at my pout. "Ah poor Christian, so hard done by. I tell you what, I promise to make it up to you afterwards. I mean, really make it up to you." And now, following the success of The Eyes, comes The Look. Now while I might be unsure if he knows of the amazing success rate of The Eyes, there is no doubt that he knows exactly what The Look does to me. The Look, where all of Syed's lust and desire comes to the fore, where he looks at me with no attempt to disguise what he wants and plans, to do to, for and by me. And I feel his desire running through my veins, with every nerve, every hair, every inch of me feeling the power of his licentious eyes. The first time he gave me The Look it took all of my self-control to stop myself from grabbing him right there right then, throwing him down on the kitchen counters at the Unit and taking him in full view of Jane, Zainab, Amira, anyone. I bit my lip so hard to stop myself I could taste the blood for weeks. Still, that minor pain was almost completely forgotten about when he sneaked round to the flat later that evening and repeated The Look with a far more satisfying outcome.
When he gives me The Look, in the sanctity of our own flat, we both know what is ahead.
I reach across to Syed and stroke my thumb across his lips but he dodges out of my path with a smile. "Afterwards I said, Christian, I'll make it up to you afterwards."
"I think I deserve a little treat first, just to keep me going through dinner." I move closer again. I can feel his body respond automatically to my presence and I smile inwardly.
"You can't ever do as you're told can you?" he laughs.
"I dunno…..I think I'm pretty good at following your orders sometimes" I smirk and slowly drag one finger under the bottom of his t-shirt and over his tensed stomach muscles.
A faint blush comes over his cheeks. "Christian…"he warns, "….we have to get ready." But he makes no attempt to move away and my finger continues to stroke, to weave around the hair that trails down below, and I see his eyes begin to darken. "Christian…" he repeats, and I can hear the slight shake in his voice
"Hmmm?"
"….stop it…" he murmurs in possibly the least convincing voice ever. This teasing has always been good for us, right from the start although then it often ended with both of us riled up but alone, one of my least favourite combinations. Still, at least I never doubted his response to me, I always knew what he wanted. His words might have insisted different but there was no denying the truth his body declared. Now there is no real attempt at verbal disguise but he still likes to build up his desire, to hold off until his body can take no more and he cracks. And the sight and feel of Syed letting go of all his pent up wants and needs, unashamedly taking what he craves from my unarguing body is something I can't ever imagine losing now.
"Stop what….." I continue the game, edging nearer, my hand still drawing circles around his navel while my other hand reaches up and plays with the loose curls round the back of his neck.
"….you know what…." His voice lowers, to match his heavy lidded eyes, and I can feel his muscles under my fingers tense even further as he forces himself to remain stationary. I glance down at his hands and am gratified to see him clench and unclench his fists. Nearly there...
"…..no…..I have no idea what you mean…" My fingers on his stomach reach lower and roam just inside his waistband. I inch closer, so while our bodies are still not touching, I can feel his heat waft over me and smell the familiar yet oh so tempting scent of his. Back in the days when he would run from my bed, leaving me with sore body, sore heart but renewed hope, I would wallow in this scent. I'd pull the pillow, his pillow, over my face, press myself deeper into his side of the sheets, shut my eyes and pretend he was still there. There was a time when I was embarrassed at the depths of my desperation and desire, that is until I saw him do the same, rolling over half asleep to the side of the bed that I had just departed from and burying himself there with a familiar smile on his face. There is no shame when it comes to me and him, all those feelings that used to cause me panic and make me wonder what I had turned into are reciprocated in full by him who inspires them.
"….well if you don't know, and I am not going to tell you…then what are we to do…" He whispers, those greedy ravenous eyes looking up at me now, his unspoken messages of love and lust sending a shot of desire through my veins and making my stomach flip. Fuck, I hope he cracks soon, I am aching already and I am barely touching him. I decide to up the ante.
"….I guess I was thinking you could always show me…." I lean across to whisper in his ear, moving deliberately to cause our fully clothed groins to rub against each other. I feel, rather than hear, his muffled moan and stifle a gasp of my own.
"…show you?…" His voice is thick and he only just manages to get the words out. He is barely holding onto his composure, and his ill-disguised passion makes me feel faint with anticipation.
"…show me…" I repeat as my fingers move further inside his trousers and ever-so-gently stroke down his tight boxer shorts.
All attempts at composure fly out of the window. Syed pulls me tight against him as our lips meet in an explosive kiss, his hands running over my hair, my neck, my back, my arse, while I grip his hair tightly in a way that must cause him pain but always sends him over the edge, makes him crash his hips into mine and moan with delight. He fumbles with the button at the top of my jeans, pulling away from the kiss as he undoes the zip and then pushes me towards the bed, our bed, his eyes nearly black with pent up lust. Teasing does this to him, gives my sweet Sy a dose of passionate strength, making him ready to take, to push, to get exactly what he wants. And well, I'm not exactly refusing…