[shailu4ever]

Thighs wrapped around his waist


Her soft skin brushing his sides.

Their faces were close

No more than a whisper apart.

Her arms slid around his shoulders and curled behind his neck

Fingers threading into his hair.

His hands instinctively found her waist again

Familiar now, like a memory his body wouldn’t let go.

For a moment, they didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

They just stared

Into each other.

Her breath mingled with his. Slow. Deep. Weighted.

“This pose isn’t about stretching,” she whispered, lips just barely brushing his.

“What’s it about then?” His voice was hoarse now, deeper.

“Stillness. Presence. Letting your body listen… instead of speak.”

He swallowed

His hands tightening slightly at her waist. “And what is it hearing right now?”

Her forehead met his.

Her nose brushed his.

Their breaths became one rhythm, in… and out.

“Everything,” she said. “It hears everything.”


Meghana leaned her body into his fully now