Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Eleven: Varignon's Theorem (Part 2)

Those hands roamed over Xavier, exploring his body and he didn't stop them. He loved what he felt then and there. He enjoyed how those hands felt warm and soft against his hard muscles, how those tiny fists grasped his shirt. His blood boiled as lust knocked at his door.

Leaning closer, he encouraged whoever the person was, to continue further. He was aptly rewarded when tiny fingers started to graze over his abdomen. He tried to look at her, or him, or her... Probably 'her', as he knew there was no male friend of Satya who was that short and that...curvier?

His hands made their way to her hips, and he could tell that this woman was not a 'man'.

She surely was on the heavier side, his hands felt full as he grabbed her hip. A sigh escaped from her mouth when his hands moved to her waist and back to her hips, caressing her curves, an unconscious scribble over her dress while they swayed to music.

His hands pressed to the small of her back, as he tried to step closer, pulling her even closer. The lust at the door now started to seep in, breaking him, coercing things that his body craved for a long time. She whirled around in his embrace, exposing her back to him and she tucked her long hair over her right shoulder in a very clumsy fashion. He chuckled at the way she was presenting herself to him, naughty yet naive. Her hands clutched his hand, ever so lightly, as if afraid of breaking him and his lips parted, wanting more.

Excusing his left hand from her hold, he slowly slid his fingers over her arm nearing her exposed shoulder. She incoherently mumbled, and her voice was like honey amidst the noise. They remained in the same position for a while, their bodies separated by a few inches, his hand still playing fire on her skin. He smirked, it was a good feeling to know that he was able to ignite desire in her, as her flesh revealed a blanket of goosebumps.

He had no clue when he had pulled her closer, too close, they were now separated by only a hair's width. Her plump bottoms crushed against his groin and he groaned internally. He knew his limits and this was nothing but indecent. Whatever he may be, he wasn't a lecherous one.

It was enough enjoyment for the day, he didn't want to regret it later. He left her hand and pushed her aside.

As if offended by his actions, those very hands tugged his collar down. Before he could think, her soft lips brushed against his and he lost it.

Fuck indecency!

His arms cinched her waist as he pulled her close and kissed her, the proper way to be kissed. It would be wrong to name the former one as a kiss, a kiss should be anything but a peck. A kiss should calm love, ignite lust, and satisfy longing. If not, it's nothing.

A kiss shouldn't be a shame.

He fisted her hair in one hand and gently pulled her head down, angling her face to deepen his kiss. A moan escaped from her mouth and he immediately took advantage of it, invading her mouth with his tongue. She tasted of tanginess from orange and liquor. He could feel her hands dancing over his chest and shoulder, trying to press her body closer to him as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

Somewhere in his mind, it struck him that they were standing in the middle of a bar, full of drunk and probably stoned people, and perhaps, she could be one of those who was drunk enough to not even understand what he was doing to her.

He stopped kissing and turned around to leave that place. This was wrong, what had he become? How could he overstep his boundary and harm an innocent?

Enraged by his behavior he went outside the bar, stumbled upon something, and fell.

His jaw clenched.

He had never been that weak, even when given into temptation he never broke, never once. Only one woman had ruled over his body and he had broken a hundred rules only for her.

And yet his body had betrayed him last night.

It. Was. A. Bloody. Mistake!

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A/N

I remember watching "Lazy Lamhe" for the first time and was baffled by the scene of kids in a bikini party! XD

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