Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Seventy Nine: Bitter Sandalwood (Part 2)

"Don't look at me like that.", he furrowed his brows.

"The fuck?", she all but shrieked, "It's your birthday and you fucking never told me about it!?"

Say something, you piece of shit, she's mad at you.

He narrowed his eyes at her high-pitched curses, unfazed by her outburst, "Don't shout.", he ground out, "I don't like to celebrate it with anyone. Ever.", he replied calmly, "It was only with Subha-- I mean with my ex-wife with whom I used to celebrate. Before or after her, no one."

She sprang up from the sofa, almost losing her balance- almost- and gripped the armrest for support, "As if that's supposed to bring in some fucking peace to my mind.", she snarled, "You, Mr. Xavier Lucifer Joseph, are so done with me."

He felt his heart beating faster than ever, his mind trying to understand where he had bungled up.

Then he heard her melodious voice bursting into a fit of laughter, "Oh Xavier, your- your face!", her dainty hands covered her mouth as she threw her head back and laughed aloud, "Oh Muruga!"

He felt like a half-wit standing there with no explanation of what was so funny about his choice of spending his birthday alone. He closed the distance, snatching her arm in his hand, "What?", he snarled.

She tugged his shirt collar with her free hand, making him jerk down, leaning into her, "You thought I wouldn't know about your birthday because you kept the world in the dark, really?", her breath fanned his earlobe, "Why do you think I am wearing your favorite color, Xav?"

Fire rushed through his blood as she held his chin and looked into his eyes, "I am sure that I can't find everything about you, stalking can only help me so much. But I am not going to stand idle till you spoon-feed me. I like to be prepared before I enter the battlefield.", her big black eyes glanced at his lips for a second before looking back at his eyes, "I know what I want and I would seize it at every possible opportunity."

His lips parted and he fisted her braid near the nape of her neck. He pulled it down, harder than he had intended to and she gasped, "What do you want, my sweetheart?", his eyes stared deep into her stormy eyes, "What do you want?"

Her hands roamed over his chest and slid over his shoulders as she whispered huskily, "I want you to make me laugh with all your funny stories but before that...", her lips parted as her tongue licked them slowly, "...you fucking kiss me like you mean it."

"Fucking sure."

His lips crashed over hers and they both devoured each other hungrily. He pulled her closer trying to erase any space between them, if there was any. She fit him in the right places and he felt himself getting hard. A moan escaped from her mouth when he pressed her against his bulging erection.

He gently pushed her to the sofa, his lips still painting colors over hers. She laid down on her back, her naked legs hanging off the edge, and he leaned along her body. He broke the kiss. Her hands kept pulling at his shirt in a plea to continue whatever he had started as his body hovered over her. He clicked his tongue, "Tsk tsk, you are a naughty little minx, aren't you?"

She regarded him with a pout, "Only for you.", and her left foot slowly traveled north over his inner thigh. He felt his skin heat, even with a thick layer of denim separating her touch on him. He caught her ankle before she could torture him anymore, simultaneously sitting beside her frame on the sofa.

He kissed her toes, "Only for me.", and they curled in response.

He took a long breath holding her gaze and shook his head, "It's too early, darling, far too early for us to do anything. Keep your patience, I don't want you to regret it later."

He pulled her into his lap, scooping her waist. She sat up, her eyes boring into his soul. Then her lips were everywhere on his face, feathering light kisses as she cupped his cheeks in her tiny hands. Finally giving a peck on his lips, "Okay, my dear birthday boy.", she replied with a smile, "My, my, aren't you old huh? Thirty-four years, too old, darling."

A few chords in his heart struck at her endearment. His eyes couldn't stop staring at her, her face as beautiful as ever and he smiled.

"Let's cut the cake, shall we?", she clapped in joy and maneuvered herself on his lap to face in front of the table.

She grabbed his hand in hers and made him cut the cake, singing her cute wishes. He nuzzled in her nape, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of her and sandalwood. She chuckled, "Hey, it's ticklish."

"Now?", he slowly nibbled her skin. She moaned, the grip of her hand tightening over his fingers. He smirked at her reaction, finally giving a light peck on her shoulder and bent to pick a piece of cake, "Here.", he asked her to eat and she took a small bite.

"That's so fucking good!", she exclaimed, "I am still surprised by the fact that you can cook and bake so well.", she continued, "You know, I always wanted to become rich so I can afford to have at least three chefs who can cook my favorite meal daily."

He chuckled, "Why three?", he asked her as he ate the leftover piece of cake in one clean shot.

"Probability. Just in case two are not well, one will always be around to cook.", she bent to take the photos from the table, "Enough of me, tell me about this picture of yours.", she turned to face him and pointed at a figure, "Is that cute girl Samiksha?"

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A/N

The innuendos in this one song XD

It's not your usual unholy song, but if you notice, you'll know how unholy XD

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