A/N: I'm so sorry it's been five weeks! I'm hoping that because this fic is not exactly plot-led you can forgive me? Please?
I've decided that each chapter is going to have a flashback, just to sauce things up a bit, so do expect some usual Mercurial M.
I post for reviews, they are love, so please know I really appreciate them and they do actually make me write and post quicker (honestly!)
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Chapter One: Third day, Wednesday afternoon, Christian POV
From across the dinner table the dark promises in his eyes catch mine with secrets that are shared only between our hearts. I watch the slow seductive movement of his spoon through those thick dark lips, my own lips part for their need of oxygen and I know he can feel the moan I barely stifle. His foot, which has been rested against my calf for heart-trembling minutes, makes a slow steady path further up my leg, across my thigh, and my fingers tremble on the glass of wine.
"So, you coming?" Afia's voice asks Syed, breaking our moment.
I watch the secret pull of his lips. He tilts his head, His fringe falls over his eyes, but I can still see their dark shine, the innocent mask not quite in place His foot falls from my leg hidden by the long linen table cloth. Quickly he steps into role, the perfect, innocent, brother.
"Sorry?"
"Tam's finally agreed to dance, I reckon it should be a whole group thing!"
His laugh feeds directly to my desperate cock.
"Sorry maybe later, anyway no-one can beat Tambo's robot! I'll be just a sec."
His lips crash against mine, as my body is yet again slammed up against our heat. I fucking love today! Our tongues crash and battle, as my fingers scrape long locks of hair from his face.
"Uh you taste amazing," his mouth barely severs from mine to moan the benediction. And my lips pull tightly into a knowing smile, as I slide the toilet lock across.
His lips drop from mine, and I watch his eyes grow darker in realisation of our surroundings.
"We really need to stop doing this!"
"Why?" I whisper keeping my voice as low as I know he needs, "it's our day, and we can to spend it however we want to spend it."
I quickly pop the zip on his fly, my hand finding more than enough to keep me occupied. His head tilts back, that long neck arcs to my eyes delight. I take the flutter of his pulse point between my teeth.
"And I want to spend it making you come."
"Christian!" He moans quiet enough not to arouse suspicion but harsh enough that it echoes hard inside my lust. And then I feel his fingers work my zip, close around my desperate cock. It takes a couple of touches from his insanely hesitant hands and I'm panting as hard as him. Rushes of oxygen shared between our quivering lips.
"God Sy I am so close, I can't cope with that fucking innocent act you pull!"
There's that crooked smile, and then that mask falls over his features, innocent despite the flames that flicker in his eyes.
"What act?"
The look, that fucking look, rattles through me, sensitising all I am to him, causing that flicker of climax to tense around every cell.
"You know exactly what act, the teasing under the table when I can still feel you from before. How can I forget how hard you came when your foots running against my leg?"
"Oh that was your leg?" He teases and I allow a minuet laugh before I turn it into a whimper with a trail of a touch against a tightening ball.
"Maybe I don't want you to forget," he whispers and with my chest tight against his I feel the breath he misses.
"I won't, not ever, I promise." I twist his oath in licentiousness and see his eyes shimmer the way they did when our forever was finally sworn.
Inside our fire his lips search for mine. The kiss is messy and breathless, I absorb each whimper from his mouth as he traps every one of my moans. Our hands work quickly in wicked synchrony as we draw the patterns of knowledge on each other. We reach climax together.
With my heart thrashing against his, and his breath cool on my heated skin, I wish I knew the words to say that would fix this moment as perfection. I wish I knew how to speak the poetry he is. But all I can do is tell him the simple truth.
"I love you"
His smile is my world, "and I love you, husband."
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I have never know him the way he was on our wedding day. His foot's explorative map of my thigh under the dinner table, the desperate pull and hungry moments of secret bliss in a broom cupboard, and a locked bathroom stall. And the ongoing, inexorable, inescapable pulse and tremor of the night. We loved, explored, hungered, climaxed in every which way.
I will always remember our first kiss as partners. Our hearts were finally united in eternity and there was a burst of applause, and Roxy's wolf whistles. But as he turned to me, there was only him. Through his smile he gave me the sun and lost me in him. I followed his lead, as I promised I would, knowing that my preferred dip and snog of passion would not be his taste. The tremble of a hand on the back of my neck felt like perfection, and as his lips touched mine I was complete. In reality it was one delicate brush of lip on lip. In fact it lasts an eternity. It is home.
I feel the rise of hair on my arms, the goosebumps of chemistry - he is finally out of the changing room.
Quickly my eyes scan for his presence, the crowded open air swimming pool, lovers playing, families picknicking, children paddling, and him, my beautiful Syed.
The skim of my eyes is fast in the deprivation of five minutes causation. I gather, and remember, the sight of every cell. As I watch a trail of water rushes down his face, darkens his gorgeous hair, skims over his closed eyelids, glides over lips, and down a long neck to a perfect torso. His beauty is the sort that people want to capture in words or art; with my hungry eyes I memorise him - he is everyone's fantasy but my reality. His muscles flex and tense bewitchingly, as if he could ever be aware of the power he holds, as if his self depreciating mind would ever allow him to remark at his wonder. When my mind is aware of every inch of him, and my heart is cantering over the valleys and plains of his skin, I move my gaze slower, allowing my eyes to pause over the delicate muscles, the jut of gorgeous hips, the almost imperceptible rush of heartbeat and tense of his abs. My gaze flicks over the dark stretched material that keeps me greedy, the outline of my desire. My lip traps behind my teeth and I practically taste him. I don't know what I talked myself into, we are no more than three days into our stupid bet and I physically ache for him. My mind is plagued with him, at work, at dinner with Roxy, in dreams, the only thing I can think of is us, is him. The way that he has released to me, in every way that he ever has. My purpose is to bring him pleasure, and I have to be deprived of that kind for eleven more days. These are not the most exciting chains he's ever had me in.
Suddenly I feel the call of his gaze, and my eyes reach his as they always will, my body is little but his slave. His eyes darken in a warning, and my eyebrows lift to return a question - how can he expect me to feel any less when I know every inch of him? I definitely have a new fetish, one owned only by him - swimming pools! And I have no idea why I agreed to come here, when all I can see is the stretched material of his swim shorts, all I can remember is the way his body glides through the water, and all I can taste is the salt of his skin after he has been swimming. Lying back in the inflatable armchair, I push my sunglasses up my nose and conceed to the benediction of memories. I am a fool and they are all I am going to have to ease my desperate body.
His mouth was the first thing I ever noticed about him. When we met properly and were introduced as colleagues, there was a secret twitch in those tight lips - a barely noticeable sign. It stole my dreams and cursed my thoughts until he bent to kiss me, and I tasted the essence of the truth of him. The dark smooth curves of skin were everything I could think about even when they were posed at me with mistrust and forced denial.
Eventually came that smile, the one that makes the sun shine through his eyes. The one that is still our secret. Slower still came the tease. It was with his kiss that he first taunted. Framed in trust and our special brand of happiness his mouth learned to hunger mine. It was a tempted promise of a kiss - a rush of stubble, a bending, arcing trace of his lips over mine. It was a torturous game of predator and pray as he knew he would have me forever.
Suddenly a splash of cold water against my heated torso drops me in reality, and the sweet tone of his laugh wraps me up in the completing presence of him. His smile is beaming as his fingers grip the blue plastic of my armchair, threatening my position of safety away from the water.
"Get in the water!" He mocks, as he rocks the chair from side to side.
"Babe the sunglasses!" I say uncertain whether to grip the Armani closer to my head, or hold my stability in the float.
"You are such a poser! Who wears sunglasses in a swimming pool?"
"Your husband."
And then I watch bewitched as the laugh fades to an almost imperceptible sigh of happiness that parts his dark lips open. Because of our past, the hiding and the running, I know he will always hold the label in worship. Impulsively, on the tie that binds us I am pulled closer to him. What I wouldn't do for just one kiss. But just as I near him he grins mischievously.
"So easy," he winks before pushing one more time against the float, and as I'm already off balance I hit the water with a thud.
I scrabble for air, as my fingers grip desperately against the designer glasses. When I finally emerge he stands before me, with that smile that radiates his laugh across his features.
"Oh you are so in for it!" I laugh.
He swims away quickly but I chase in hot pursuit, grabbing at the flashes of water by his ankles. At the shallow end he stands up against the concrete, and I swim up so I'm no more than a breathes distance away from him as I surface. That was a mistake. There is only one word to describe him - heavenly. With his dark fringe smoothed against his forehead. Those dark eyes sparkling. And that mouth, God that mouth. Parted for a laugh of happiness, little buds of water lingering against his lips. The last time we were here, right here in this spot, there was only one other couple around. He barely resisted before I kissed him, hard and passionately. His fingers trailed underneath my swim shorts as he pulled me closer with a demand for more. I could feel his desire harden against me, I could have taken him right here. God and when we got home, it took barely a minute of that hot warm slide against my cock, and those lips stretched around me before I gave everything to him.
"Alright?" he breathes pulling me back to the moment. And that look in his eyes beams, telling me he knows exactly what I'm thinking of. There's a flash of that hot warm tongue wetting his lips, he knows exactly what I'm dying to do. He knows he's winning. God it was a stupid bet anyway. I've made it three days deprived from sex with my husband, that almost equates to torture! I anchor my arms against the side, covering him with my body and stepping closer to him, ready to forfeit the dare.
"Daddy!" I barely register a little girls scream of delight before Syed's hand slams up against my chest winding me, and I feel the cold eyes of that woman.
"Look Mummy, Daddy and his friend are here!" Yasmin coos with delight. She kisses Sy's cheek before she sits down on the side and starts to plat his hair in places.
"I'm going to make you look like a princess," she whispers - it would help me if she wasn't so adorable.
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"Thought I'd make bolognaise."
"My favourite." He beams at me from the sofa. His hands curved against the chair's back, his chin rested, his smile relaxed and happy. I can't believe I ever underestimated the power of marriage. Times like this when we're at home, just me and him, and I know he's happy just to be here with me, they're pure joy.
"You're not too pissed off then?"
"Why would I be pissed off?" I ask grabbing the ingredients from the fridge.
"It wasn't quite the afternoon we had planned."
"It doesn't matter, Yasmin's really cute,"
"Yeah she is." He smiles fondly, and starts pulling at the plats Yasmin demanded he left in his hair.
"And I like seeing you together, she makes you happy."
"She's not the only one."
His words of love shimmer over me, causing my heart to beam. But God do I want to kiss him even more now. I shake my head at him, before blowing him a kiss, the closest he's going to make me go. I turn back to the chopping board, focusing on the carrots.
"As fun as it was to go swimming with my daughter, there were other reasons why I suggested we went there today."
It takes a second, and I question the words I heard, but as I turn around to see the look in his eyes and pull of his grin I know exactly what he meant.
"You cheat!" I laugh pointing a carrot at him.