Keerthi packed her clothes, placing her casual wears in the suitcase when she heard her husband.
“Can you pack mine too? Please.”
Keerthi merely glanced at her husband. “No.”
She hated packing, and he went Ninja on her a few days back, when she merely opened his closet.
“Come on. Why not?”
“You don’t like people meddling with your things”, Keerthi suppressed a smile, pulling her husband’s leg.
Vikram caught onto his wife’s reference.
He didn’t mind her going through his things now. He had packed her gift already.
“Packing and going through are two different things”, he teased,”And you don’t classify under ‘People’ “, Vikram flirted.
“I wasn’t going through your things”, Keerthi snapped, rolling her eyes at her husband’s attempt to get his work done.
“Okay”, Vikram raised his hands up in surrender, walking towards his wife.
“Do it”, Vikram pushed, hugging his wife from behind, nuzzling her neck, biting it, as he drew circles on her waist.
Keerthi turned her head to the side, closing her eyes,”No. I don’t like packing.”
Vikram turned his wife around, kissing the side of her neck, as he sucked onto the skin , licking and biting it.
Keerthi hissed, pleasure coursing through her veins. Her eyes rolled back when Vikram kissed a particular spot, his hands disappearing inside her panty.
“St.. Stop”, Keerthi said shakily, when her husband cupped her, rubbing her moist folds.
Vikram wasn’t in the mood to stop, as he picked his wife up, pushing the clothes away.
Keerthi shuddered when her husband peeled the clothes off her, gazing at her with a heated look.
“We are going to be late”, she said, undressing her husband.
“We can make it quick”, Vikram kissed his wife.
Keerthi cried out in surprise when her husband entered her, her eyes squeezed shut, as he moved in and out rapidly, their skin slapping against the others’.
Keerthi moaned into her husband’s mouth, running her hands on his body, shuddering when Vikram thrusted into her, hitting her front wall.
Vikram fucked his wife to his satisfaction, not caring that they had a flight to catch in less than five hours.
Keerthi stiffened when she felt pleasure build her thighs, her legs shaking around her husband’s hips, crying out , her back arching off the bed as she came, slumping on the bed, her husband still plunging into her, finding his own release.
Vikram dug his face into his wife’s neck, sucking on it as he released into the condom.
The couple silently held each other in their arms, relieved from their quick union.
Keerthi got up after sometime, putting her clothes on, as she saw her husband do the same.
Her eyes widened in horror when she saw all of the clothes on the floor, the suitcase toppled upside down.
“What the hell Vikram! Look at what you did.”
Vikram raised a brow at his wife,”If I can recall, two people are needed for sex, not just one.”
“But you started it”, Keerthi mumbled, picking the clothes from the floor.
“Big deal. They are just clothes. It won’t even take that much time.”
“Is it? Why don’t you do it then?”, Keerthi challenged, irritated, as she picked to clothes.
“Fine. We’ll come to a truce. You get the clothes. I will pack them”, Vikram snapped.
“Why on Earth do you need so many clothes?”, Vikram asked , as he made a pile out of his wife’s clothes, placing them inside the suitcase.
“It’s a two week trip”, Keerthi pointed out.
“In which you will be naked ten out of fourteen days.”
Keerthi flushed, slapping her husband’s arm,”You wish.”
“I do”, Vikram bantered.
“Just pack Vikram.”
Vikram rolled his eyes, getting on with the work.
“Shit. Shit. Shit. We are so late. We are so going to miss the flight”, Keerthi wrung her fingers in nervousness.
“Shut up Keerthi”, Vikram snapped. He was already tensed as it is as he drove to the airport.
His wife’s continuous commentary wasn’t necessary.
“Yeah. Get mad at me now”, Keerthi mumbled.
Vikram gave his wife a sharp look. It wouldn’t be nice if she continued talking.
He sighed a breath of relief when he heard the ‘Last call for passengers flying to Italy.’
He held his wife’s hand, taking quick strides as they boarded.
Keerthi found it hard to match her husband’s pace.
She was irritated.
She hated doing things last moment. They would have reached on time and had some breathing period if they hadn’t made love.
She wasn’t complaining they made love, but there was a time for everything.
Vikram breathed a sigh of relief once the flight took off.
He glanced at his pouting wife, her arms folded around her chest, as she stared outside.
He yawned, pulling her onto his lap.
“Seriously now”, Keerthi hissed.
Vikram nuzzled his wife’s neck, folding her into his lap.
Keerthi slapped her husband’s chest gently, twitching her nose, as she made herself comfortable on him.
There was no one around. They were in a full business class flight, giving the couple privacy.
She ran a hand on her husband’s shoulder, skimming it on his neck, her hand disappearing in his hair after.
Vikram smirked at his wife,”Aren’t you satisfied yet?”
Keerthi rolled her eyes,”Please.”
Vikram looked around,”We could try”, he offered.
Keerthi flushed,”You are so shameless.”
“You are my wife.”
“I know that. And I know you know that too.”
“What the hell does that mean?”, Vikram frowned.
“I only said you know I’m your wife”, Keerthi shrugged.
“What’s the catch?”, Vikram narrowed his eyes. The way his wife said it seemed fishy.
“Nothing”, Keerthi mumbled, snuggling into her husband’s chest.
Vikram sighed, placing a kiss on his wife’s hair, letting her be.
Keerthi stared outside the windows in awe. The view was amazing. She felt at peace.
She glanced at her husband, looking for signs of discomfort. She had been on his lap for quite some time now.
“Like the view?”
“I do”, Keerthi laughed.
“Click a picture. Will last longer.”
“Don’t worry. I have plenty”, Keerthi smirked.
Vikram slipped a hand inside his wife’s shirt.
“Why do you need a picture when you have the live thing in front of you?”, Vikram smirked, nuzzling his wife’s neck.
“I won’t have the live thing for long. I had a clicked a lot of pictures though. See”, Keerthi pointed to the photographs in her mobile, the ones she had taken of the view outside, as she burst out laughing.
Vikram narrowed his eyes,”Is it?”
“Aww my poor baby. What did you think?”, Keerthi grinned.
Vikram smiled, tickling his wife.
Keerthi shrieked in delight, laughter filling the space.
She smiled into her husband’s chest, after they settled down in sometime.
“I Love You”, she mumbled.