Waleed
I woke up with Eliza's head on my shoulder, arm around my neck, and leg thrown over my hips. My arm circled her waist, fingers splayed out over her hip.
And something down there was in an incredible mood after having her leg over it.
I could feel my face burning in shame as I let out a grunt of frustration, unable to believe that I was turned on because she'd chosen to cling to me like a koala sometime in the middle of the night. But all that frustration melted when I caught sight of her with the duvet pulled up to her chin and lips parted softly to let out even breaths.
I'd kissed her over and over yesterday until both of us were tired and out of breath but it still didn't feel enough.
Nothing would ever be enough with her, because with her, I was a greedy man and I wanted all of her to feel all of me for it to be enough. And I needed time— a lifetime with her. The mere seven years from the past weren't enough.
She stirred in her sleep, snuggling closer to me. I felt her nose graze my jaw softly and she hummed, making me smile as I pulled her closer and shut my eyes again, her being my last thought before I dozed off again.
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The second time I woke up, Eliza wasn't in bed with me. Rather, she sat on the armchair in the corner with her legs swinging off the armrest and her back against the other one, engrossed in something that was on her lap.
"Good sleep?" She asked, looking up with a smile. I rubbed my eyes and nodded before throwing back the cover to walk up to her and bent down to see what she was doing. She had a tab in her lap that I didn't know she had while she drew on it with its stylus.
"This tablet was my first investment after I started working online, creating designs." Right. I'd almost forgotten she was a graphic designer by profession.
"When did you start?" Unless she earned a lot, she couldn't have gotten this with a few projects or without help.
"When I was nineteen. I got the tab at twenty-one. I paid for it myself." She told me with pride and I dropped a kiss to the top of her head before getting into the bathroom for a warm shower.
The hot water pelted down on my skin like rain, not with as much pressure as the shower back home, but it worked. As I was drying off with a towel, I realized I had forgotten to bring my clothes with me.
Shit.
"Eliza?" I stuck my head out the gap in the door, the water dripping down from my hair. She still sat on the armchair and jerked when I called her.
Her eyebrows scrunched as she took me in, even though none of me was visible behind the door. "Yeah?"
"I forgot to get my clothes. Can you bring them for me?"
She shrugged and saved her work on her tablet before getting up. "The bathroom's probably wet. Just come out in the room and dress. I'll leave." I reluctantly nodded and waited for her to leave before entering the room with the towel around my waist that I slipped off to wear jeans, leaving the shirt for now because it needed to be ironed first.
Eliza's eyes widened comically when I left the room with my shit hanging off my arm and headed to the iron stand that was already in the room. I turned to face her, leaning back against the table with crossed arms as I waited for the iron to heat up.
"Shirt…?" She spoke, mainly to my chest than to my face. I couldn't help but laugh at her antics. Her eyes didn't seem to be wanting to return to their normal size anytime soon either.
"Needs to be ironed. Stop acting like this is the first time you're seeing me without a shirt, sweetheart."
"Yeah, and I don't think I'll get used to that even if it was the hundredth time I saw you without a shirt." Her 'that' I assumed were my arms as she continued to stare at them. I laughed again, walking over to her and bending down in front of her to level my face with hers.
However, her eyes were still lowered. "My face is up here, sweetheart." I whispered, having too much fun with messing with her.
She looked up, her cheeks flushing pink and I curled my hand around the back of her neck, crushing my lips to hers in a sloppy, frantic kiss. Her hands explored, running over my shoulders and down my arms and torso, sending blood rushing through my veins.
I tangled my fingers in her hair and tugged, separating our mouths to trail kisses over her cheek and down to her jawline. Her nails dug into my skin when I grazed my teeth on the underside of her jaw and flicked the spot with my tongue. My name spilled out of her lips in a breathless whisper which only spurred me on as I reached the skin under her earlobe and toyed with it between my mouth.
And when her hand rested over my bare stomach, I remembered that I'd left the iron to heat up and pulled away from her to quickly press my shirt and wear it. She still sat on the couch, looking dazed as she fidgeted with her fingers in her lap.
"What happened?" I asked as I slid into my jacket on then draped a grey scarf around my neck before pulling her up on her feet.
"I'm hungry." She grumbled out with puckered lips. I tweaked her nose causing her to swat my hand away with a scowl, and me to grin at her. I let her take my arm and led her out of the cottage, locking it behind us.
I stopped when she stopped walking, seemingly fascinated by a boy in his teenage, holding a tray in his hands with... wrapped paan?
"I thought you were hungry, Eliza." I deadpanned, seeing her practically salivate at the sight of paan. Why hadn't I known that my wife was a fan of paan?
"I can have paan first, it's okay." She grinned, skipping up to the guy. He asked her to pick anyone she wanted. Once she'd decided after much contemplation though she couldn't even see one of them, I paid for it and watched her sit down on a rock, open it and gobble the whole thing down in one bite.
"What kind of a monstrous bite was that?" I squeezed into the rock beside her, watching her face as she chewed. She looked like she was eating the best thing she ever tasted.
"Maybe you should get one for yourself, too. You're seriously missing out." She said as she continued chewing and covered her mouth to speak.
My nose scrunched. "I don't eat paan, and stop making that face."
"What face?"
"Like something extremely pleasurable is happening to you."
"So? This paan is great." I continued to stare at her, waiting for her to catch onto the meaning behind my words. And when she did, her face turned red as she smacked me in the arm. "God, Waleed! What is wrong with you?! Can you, like, get your head out of the gutter?"
I raised my hands in defense, struggling to keep away a smile. "You can't blame me when my wife looks like this and is making such an orgasmic face." If anything, her face only got redder but she kept up her glare.
"Now I can't ever eat paan without thinking of this conversation." She groaned and threw her head back, before clutching her head with both hands, worrying me. "What happened?"
"I feel dizzy all of a sudden." She mumbled with eyes clenched closed, looking like she was in pain.
What the hell?
"It's probably because you haven't eaten anything yet, sweetheart." I tried to reassure her, bringing her hands down from her head and letting her lean against me. It was the only explanation as to why she was suddenly feeling this way. Unless...
Unless there'd been something funky with the paan.
I grabbed the paper it had been wrapped in and sniffed, not particularly smelling something off.
"Is it possible for you to vomit it out, Eliza?" I rubbed her back and sighed when she shook her head.
I held her for the next twenty or so minutes until she said she was feeling better enough to be on her own. I instantly got up and marched into the direction I'd seen the boy leave and, surely, he was still amongst the crowd of people, selling them the paan.
"What is inside of it?" He looked startled as I stepped into his way.
"J-Ji?"
*"W-What?"
"What. Is. Inside. Of. It?!" I raised my voice, enunciating each word. I knew it was the paan. It couldn't be anything else.
He looked scared as he admitted whatever he'd done. "Bas aise hi mazaak karne ke liye thora sa nasha mila diya tha..."
*"I just mixed in a some drugs for a prank..."
Drugs. I knew it.
And I couldn't even say anything to him so I stormed away silently, sitting back on the rock with Eliza. She looked better, but was probably intoxicated now.
"Lunch?" I offered and helped her up to a restaurant nearby so we could grab something. I kept an eye on her— not like I had anything else to do and anyone else to look at— as I waited for any effects of the drug to show up.
Honestly, it was a little funny. Eliza was already wild enough. How would she be once she was high?
We headed back to the cottage because it was the wiser option. She walked along with me while I stuffed my hands in my pockets and climbed up the road that led to our cottage.
Somewhere in between, though, she fell behind.
My eyebrow raised when I saw her sitting on the footpath a few feet back with knees pulled up.
"What happened?"
She looked up and smiled lazily. I bit my lip, knowing the drug had started to settle in now. "I'm tired."
"Well, you can go and sleep inside the cottage."
"But I'm too tired to walk, Waleed." She whined, reminding me of a little kid.
"So we can sit down for a while, I suppose."
"No. Carry me." Her eyes twinkled as she raised her arms and grinned up at me.
"What? Eliza, I can't just carry you!" This was absurd. Now, I wanted to go back to the boy and pass a few curses.
She pouted, literally pouted, and furrowed her eyebrows while looking at me. "Why? Am I too heavy for you to carry?"
God, now I didn't need her feeling conscious of her weight when she was thin like a damn stick. If anything, she needed to eat more. "Of course not—"
She stood up and stomped her foot, leaving me to blink at her tantrum. Okay. High Eliza didn't like someone refusing them. I'll keep that in mind if we ever got into a situation like this once again. "Then carry me!"
I let out a deep exhale and nodded, turning my back to her and gesturing for her to climb on. She jumped, her arms winding around my neck and legs going around my waist as I held her under her knees and trekked up the slope.
Then I felt her head lull to the side on my shoulder and turned to see her eyes drifting shut. So she really had been tired, huh?
I jolted when I felt her kiss the side of my neck languidly, slowly like she had all the time in the world. "Waleed?" She muttered sleepily and I hummed in response.
"I like you."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Acha? I think I remember you telling me that you love me."
For that, I earned a slap to the back of my head that had me narrowing my eyes at her. She only grinned in return. "You didn't say it back so I don't love you anymore."
"So you don't love me if I don't say it back?"
She shook her head, hair bouncing. "No."
"Okay, then, I love you too."
I had a hunch she wouldn't remember this conversation tomorrow anyway.
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(A.N): Trust Eliza to accidentally get high on her honeymoon.
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