Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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For a long moment, she stayed still, afraid that even the smallest movement might disturb the fragile peace they had woven together. It was strange, they had held this same position before, out of necessity, out of comfort, but now, it felt different.
 
There was something more, something unspoken that hummed in the space between them, like a quiet song they both knew but hadn’t yet learned the words to.
 
Naveen’s hand, so close to mine. His warmth so familiar now.
How did this happen? How did he become so… essential to me?
 
The soft rise and fall of his chest against her back, the slight pressure of his arm as she breathed, felt like the world had narrowed to just this: the quiet rhythm of two hearts beating in the same space, at the same pace.
 
Her breath seemed to align with his, each inhale, each exhale, a soft, synchronized dance. There was something almost sacred about the stillness they shared, something that settled deep inside her, like a quiet promise.
 
Naveen opened his eyes soon after. At first, he didn’t move, just letting his gaze rest on her. He watched the way her hair framed her face, the way the morning light kissed the curve of her cheek, the soft glow of her skin, as though she were part of the dawn itself.
 
Something stirred inside him, a warmth, a longing, something he didn’t know how to name but that felt as natural as breathing.
 
His hand, still resting near hers, wanted to move. He wanted to trace the line of her arm, to feel the curve of her neck, to touch the softness he had come to know in the quiet hours of the night. But he didn’t.
 
Instead, he closed his eyes again, pretending to still be asleep, letting the stillness stretch out between them. In that quiet pretense, he allowed himself the small joy of feeling her presence, the subtle warmth of her body, the rhythmic quality of her breath, the trust that hung in the air like a fragile thread.
 
She’s here. So close. I can feel her warmth without even touching her. But I can’t, not yet. Not until I understand what this is.
 
Kavya, too, could sense that he was awake. She didn’t turn to him, didn’t speak. She simply let the quiet linger between them, knowing he was there, aware of the calm steadiness of his breath. Her heart, though, it felt full in that moment, a little too full. 

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