Spite

He was curious, if he could dunk her in the water and if her saree would dissolve.... papery thin it was..... she struggled...he held her easily as he quickly walked to bed....placing her down on it as he slid over her.........her wrists tied with the red silk...
He didnt smile, he didnt look happy... she raised herself on her elbows and nuzzled his stubbly jaw... he knocked her elbows off causing her to fall back....the papery saree rustled on the crisp cotton...
"You tied me up" she complained... as he lay over her trying to stop her from struggling her arms over her head... 
He placed his left hand on her belly.... over her belly button... and yanked the pleated folds out..... as she buckled.... there was no bump or bulge he thought........
the saree unfolded like a japanese fan... gauzy and bright.............she tried to free herself... the bangles tangling with her tie.
He needed a hair cut... she loved his extra long hair.... the side parting looked hot with the thick layers.... it was all tousled as he had used his head to subdue her.....
they both paused at the exact moment.........he muffled his aroused groan somewhere in her neck......she wet her dry lips as the breath escaping her mouth sounded like a whistle........he used his right hand to rove...
stopping....
Lifted his head up to see her blouse..... dark burnt rose/coppery pink....he wondered who recommended the color combinations to her... they were bang on.... his Mom rarely wore sarees... only Dadi did... and now his wife....
She wore it traditionally he realized but he didnt care... every time he saw her in it he wanted to get laid....

He peered at her chest trying to understand the shape of her torso... his hair all over his forehead... eyes drugged with desire....... she had managed to undo two of his shirt buttons.... his vest sparkled underneath... a clear white...
She blew on his nose..... tossing and lifting some silky strands off his forehead........spiting him... he bent down and captured her mouth savagely..............she thrashed on the bed... under him as they kissed for the first time in three or so weeks...

Her lips tasted like chocolate........ he loved the familiar taste... it was reassuring and arousing both at the same time....
She hated the liqour.... "Its bitter" she said as if he asked for her opinion..... he nibbled on her upper lip... letting her say that and went back to give her a taste of it again...... he could spite her too