21-06-2025, 01:26 AM
Aftermath – The Scent of Reward
The room had quieted again.
The mat lay open beneath them, slightly askew from all the shifting.
Cushions leaned loosely against the wall.
The air carried the soft trace of lavender oil and skin-warmed cotton and something else entirely—something new.
Born in the space between two bodies no longer pretending to be distant.
Abhi sat still, back upright but mind unmoored.
The curve of Meghana’s arms, the pressure of her thighs, the trace of her fingers down his chest…
Iit was all still echoing inside him like a song with no end.
She moved behind him again, but this time not to guide or adjust.
Just to be.
Her presence settled beside his like a shadow.
Her breath was quieter now.
But not calm.
No. There was something else in it.
“You didn’t pull away,” she said softly.
He turned toward her, eyes searching. “Did you want me to?”
She smiled—slow, private. “No.”
She reached for the soft towel nearby and gently dabbed at the faint sweat on his brow, his temples.
The contact was maternal at first—light,
Routine—but when her fingers lingered near his jawline,
Tracing down to the hollow beneath his ear
The intention shifted.
The room had quieted again.
The mat lay open beneath them, slightly askew from all the shifting.
Cushions leaned loosely against the wall.
The air carried the soft trace of lavender oil and skin-warmed cotton and something else entirely—something new.
Born in the space between two bodies no longer pretending to be distant.
Abhi sat still, back upright but mind unmoored.
The curve of Meghana’s arms, the pressure of her thighs, the trace of her fingers down his chest…
Iit was all still echoing inside him like a song with no end.
She moved behind him again, but this time not to guide or adjust.
Just to be.
Her presence settled beside his like a shadow.
Her breath was quieter now.
But not calm.
No. There was something else in it.
“You didn’t pull away,” she said softly.
He turned toward her, eyes searching. “Did you want me to?”
She smiled—slow, private. “No.”
She reached for the soft towel nearby and gently dabbed at the faint sweat on his brow, his temples.
The contact was maternal at first—light,
Routine—but when her fingers lingered near his jawline,
Tracing down to the hollow beneath his ear
The intention shifted.
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