Shadows of Elegance [MeenBabe]

Chapter 18: Two Thousand Twelve

"Hey, Babe," Meena whispered softly against Aoom's chest, her voice filled with affection.

Aoom pulled back slightly, a smile spreading across her face as she met Meena's gaze. "Hi," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, but filled with warmth and happiness. Meena couldn't help but return Aoom's smile, feeling a surge of love and gratitude for the woman that held her in her arms.

Without a word, they leaned towards each other, their lips meeting in a soft, hesitant kiss. Without a word, Aoom leaned in, her lips meeting Meena's in a gentle and tender kiss. Meena felt her heart flutter as their lips touched, the familiar sensation of Aoom's soft lips against hers sending shivers down her whole body. Her hands instinctively moved from Aoom's back to cup her face, wanting to feel every inch of her.

Their kiss was slow and unhurried, as if they were both savoring the moment, wanting to make it last forever. Meena could feel Aoom's hands caressing her back while wrapped around her waist, her fingers tracing small circles. She could feel herself melting into Aoom's touch, her body responding to her every move.

As they pulled away, both women were left breathless and smiling. Meena couldn't help but run her fingers through Aoom's hair, her eyes taking in every detail of her face. She had missed her so much. Aoom couldn't help but notice the pleasant scent that seemed to linger around Meena, and with a curious smile, she leaned in closer, inhaling deeply.

"What is that wonderful smell?" Aoom asked, her voice tinged with curiosity as she looked at Meena with twinkling eyes.

Meena returned Aoom's smile, her own eyes sparkling with affection. "I made you a little something something," she replied coyly, extending an invitation for Aoom to join her in the next room. With a laugh, she eagerly accepted the invitation to her own living room.

The table was set beautifully, with plates of steaming food that looked and smelled absolutely delicious. Aoom couldn't believe her eyes. She had been living off microwave meals and takeout for the past month, barely finding the time to eat between her chaotic schedule.

Meena pulled out a chair for Aoom to sit and gestured for her to start eating. Aoom couldn't wait any longer and eagerly dug into the food. As she took her first bite, her eyes closed in pure bliss. The flavors exploded in her mouth, and she couldn't help but let out a moan of satisfaction.

"This is amazing!" Aoom exclaimed, her words muffled by a mouthful of food. "I can't believe how good this tastes. I've missed home-cooked meals so much."

"Thank you, Meena," Aoom said with a grateful smile. "This means a lot to me."

"Aoom, I think you missed good food more than you missed me," Meena joked, her tone light and teasing. "I mean, look at you, practically inhaling it."

Aoom paused mid-bite, her eyes widening in pretend indignation. "Hey now, don't be ridiculous," she retorted playfully, her mouth still full of food. "I cannot eat you, no matter how delicious you look."

Meena laughed at Aoom's response, her heart swelling for the woman before her. "Are you sure about that?" she teased, leaning in closer with a flirtatious smile. "I'm pretty sure I make a tasty treat."

Aoom rolled her eyes with a laugh, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "Oh, you think you're so smooth, don't you?" she replied, her lips curling into a smile. "But sorry, Meena, you're more of a sweet dessert kind of thing."

Meena giggled at Aoom's remarks, thankful for the connection they had. "Well, in that case," she remarked with a smirk. "I guess you'll just have to save room for dessert later."

Aoom grinned in response, a playful spark in her eyes. "Oh, let me see, I think I can make some room," she replied with a suggestive raise of her eyebrow while wetting her lips.