It was Sarika’s thirtieth birthday. They were celebrating it at her flat. For dinner, they had ordered take out from Sambal Shiok, a Malaysian restaurant and he had brought the sparkling, non-alcoholic wine. He had offered to take her out for dinner but she wanted to dine in.
“It would be nice, just the two of us,” she said. “While we’re having dinner, music can be playing in the background. We can still dress as if we’re going out, though. And you don’t have to remove your shoes. I’ll be wearing a new pair which I bought a couple of days ago.”
So, he showed up, dressed in a black suit, minus the tie. She wore an off the shoulder black dress which flattered her figure. Her neck was bare but she wore a pair of earrings in the shape of a cross. They hugged and kissed and went into the living-room where they waited for the food to be delivered.
When the food came, he had her sit at the table while he shared it out. It was piping hot and smelled delicious. She had the lemongrass rice bowl and he, the Chicken Laksa. For dessert, they both had a slice of pandan almond cake with coconut yogurt.
After dinner, she went into the living-room while he cleared the table. He put the dirty wares in the dishwasher. She was standing in front of the window, looking out at the twinkling lights in the distance when he joined her. “It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it?” she said.
“Yes, it is,” he replied. He handed her a glass of the sparkling wine. “Happy birthday, Sarika.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Trishan.” They touched their glasses before each took a sip. “Hmm. This is very good.”
“It’s my favorite wine.”
“It’s perfect for the occasion. Thank you for bringing it and for the flowers.” The flowers were Mixed Asiatic Lilies Bunch which he had ordered and had delivered that morning. The card enclosed had simply said, Wishing you a happy birthday filled with lots of smiles and sweet memories.
“You’re welcome.”
“So, I’m 30 years old. I can’t believe it.”
“You look like you’re still in your twenties.”
“I’m happy to hear that. So, it doesn’t bother you that you’re dating a woman who’s older than you.”
“You’re only two years older than me.”
“Well, here’s to thirty years of life.” She raised her glass before taking a couple of sips. “Let’s dance. It has been a while since you and I’ve danced.” She took his glass and went over to the coffee table where she set them down. She went over to the stereo system and turned the volume up a little. Turning to face him, she held out her arms.
He walked over to her and took her in his arms. His hand rested on the small of her back while the other hand held hers. They began to move to the music. It was Lovesong by Adele. Sarika took her hand from his and put her arms around his neck. She buried her face in his neck and closed her eyes, breathing in the smell of his cologne and reveling how great it was to be in his arms.
Trishan put his other hand on her waist. A tense expression was on his face. It had been a long time since they had danced like this. He could feel her warm breath and then her lips against his neck…
The song ended. Sharika drew back and looked up at him. “Thanks for the dance,” she said quietly.
He released her. “You’re welcome.”
She took his hand. “Let’s go to my room,” she suggested huskily.
He didn’t object. He let her take him to her bedroom. When they got there, she closed the door and led him over to the bed. She pushed him down so that he was sitting on the edge. She turned so that she was backing him. She leaned over and kissed him feverishly on the mouth for several minutes before she drew back. “Lie down,” she instructed.
He did. She watched him as she yanked the scrunchie from her hair, shaking the black tresses loose. Then, she pulled her dress down. When it was about her ankles, she stepped out of it, slipped off her stiletto heel shoes and walked over to him. Wearing only a French cut bikini, she opened his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders and then, she unbuttoned his shirt. He just sat there, not moving. She unfastened his belt, unzipped his trousers, tugged the shirt out and unbuttoned it. She dragged it off after unfastening the cuff buttons.
She pushed him down so that he was lying on the bed. She pulled his trousers off and then, his boxers. Then, she quickly removed her underwear before she lay on top of him. Her mouth found his and she kissed him passionately, her hands holding his face.
Trishan closed his eyes and imagined that it was Rehema who was kissing him. That’s when he became extremely aroused and things really got heated. Sometime later, when it was all over, Sarika lay there, satiated and snuggled up to him with her arm lying across his chest while he lay there, staring up at the ceiling, feeling like a two-timing jerk.
Sources: Timeout; FNP; Dancing Fads
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