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Oneshot inspired by this prompt (courtesy @arshifiesta )
He pulls his bow tie into place, glancing over at Aman who was setting his hair.
“I didn’t know you were into such formal events”
“Come on Arnav, it’s our college’s tradition “ he said, his eyes still on the mirror.
“Bullshit” he shook his head, “Women?”
“Free alcohol” Aman winked.
“Okay gentlemen “ Akash walked in “We need to leave in 5”
Arnav looked bored at Akash’s antics.
“Why are you dragging us to this place?”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the legend! This is the night you meet your soulmate, if they are here. That’s why the masquerade!” Akash said, looking mildly offended.
“Really?” Aman laughed.
“Yes, I have already found Payal, but what kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t help you two out?”
Arnav narrowed his eyes.
“So this is Payal’s doing. You have started talking like her. Soulmate is a crap idea, sold by miserable optimists.”
“Arn-“
“And I don’t need your help with women, thanks” he shrugged.
Aman chuckled, “Why would you when there are Lavanya and Sheetal worshipping the ground you walk on!”
Arnav shook his head, grabbed his simple black mask and donned it.
“Okay guys, now we are actually late”, Akash said as he half pushed them out of the dorm.
——————
The scent of a hundred perfumes danced in the air, as the dark hall, brightened only by candles and chandeliers, shimmered.
Arnav looked around bored.
Feathers and masks fluttered around like confetti, and he cursed Akash again.
“You guys came! “ Payal shouted.
“Well, well Payal. That’s a stunning mask” Aman smiled.
“Thanks” Payal smiled as the feathery mask on her face ruffled.
“You look like a very beautiful duster, Payal,“ Arnav smirked.
She punched his arm playfully, “At least I am creative, Raizada “
Her eyes caught someone behind him, and she looked back at him with an unholy grin.
“Looks like your soulmate is here”
Before he could turn around, his arm was grasped in a vice grip.
“Hello Arnav “ Lavanya smiled, “Hello everyone “
Payal smiled at Arnav’s discomfort.
“Well Akash and I are hitting the dance floor! Come on Aman , my friend has been pestering me to get you to meet her”
“My pleasure “ Aman winked at Arnav, and walked into the sea of dancing couples.
With a sigh, he shrugged his arm out of Lavanya’s grip.
“You have been ignoring my calls Arnav “
“No, I haven't, “ he spoke grimly.
“Really? I can show you my call log”
“I am not ignoring you Lavanya. I am just standing by my words. This relationship isn’t working out for me, and I want you to move on as well”
Her cat like eyes pinned him with a deadly gaze, “Any man would die to be in your place. To be wanted by Lavanya Kashyap is a dream for some”
“Then go find them” he dismissed her coldly, walking off towards the bar.
——————
“A martini” he called out to the bartender.
He tapped the marble counter impatiently, as the earlier irritation bubbled inside him.
He had no patience for people who didn’t respect his words or themselves.
He was suddenly harshly pushed against the counter as a body crashed into him.
He turned around, set to kill whichever unfortunate soul it was that bumped into him.
“Sorry! I am so sorry Mr black mask! These heels are the culprit” the girl continued her diatribe, dressed in a beautiful gold dress, her mask the same shade of glitter.
She then looked up at him, and Arnav took a sharp breath in.
Almond eyes, in the most stunning shade of brown.
“It’s fine” he found himself answering, hoarsely.
She smiled.
“Thank you for forgiving me!”
“Did you need a drink?”
“Yes! ‘Sex on the beach’ would be nice”
His lips twitched.
“Don’t laugh, okay! Cocktails are the best!”
“Of course “ Arnav coughed, hiding a laugh.
He placed the order and turned back to her.
“Who are you?” he peered intently at her face, hidden from him by the mask.
She giggled, “We can’t reveal ourselves before the clock strikes twelve! Didn’t you know that?”
He shook his head, mesmerised.
“Very Cinderella-ish I feel” She whispered, almost conspiratorially.
“Well, then I have to keep you occupied with me till twelve “
She laughed. And somehow, the feathers and glitters didn’t seem so grating to him anymore.
——————
Arnav couldn’t for the life of him recall what his drink tasted like. He felt an unbearable craving for the pink cocktail, the golden girl was sipping so enchantingly. He was sorely tempted to taste it from her lips.
“So Mr black mask, aren’t you going to dance with me?” , she tilted her head adorably.
“As soon as you are done with that drink, golden girl” he breathed out.
“Golden girl? I like that name” she smiled.
She slipped her cold fingers into his warm ones, making his head swoon with desire.
She led him to the floor, the disco ball reflecting along the length of her dress, clinging beautifully to her.
Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars.
Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.
Frank Sinatra sang in their ears, as he spun her around. Her surprised smile filled him with enough elation to let go of his inhibitions.
“Where did you learn to dance like that Mr Black?” She asked as a slow tune pulled them closer.
“When I was eight my mother felt she should raise an old school gentleman in the 21st century “
She laughed, “Well, she did you a big favour “
“She will be pleased to hear that”
He twirled her around, and pulled her back into his arms. He heard her breath hitch.
He lifted her hand, placing a tender kiss on it.
She whispered , “Why not just kiss me?”
“Baisemain my golden girl, is far more intimate in this day and age”
“I see” she conceded with a smile”
“So, how’s the campus treating you so far?”
“Well, the classes are good. And I have joined the theatre club”
“One for the dramatics?”
“You would be surprised, “ she grinned.
And just like that, he felt the need to know her more.
“So do I get a date after twelve?”
She leaned forward, whispering into his ears,
“ Golden girl accepts Mr Black’s invitation “
He stared at her in daze, blushing a faint red.
—————
“Ladies and gentlemen! The 86th annual masquerade ball is coming to its conclusion. You might have made friends, foes or lovers by now. So I hope you reveal yourselves, and meet each other’s expectations!”
The voice boomed from the speakers as Arnav’s heart quickened. He was intoxicated and he was damn sure the martini had nothing to do with it.
He looked down at her, to see her staring up at him. A mischievous glint stole up her eyes.
A blast of trumpet distracted him, as the crowd hooted and cheered.
The clock had struck twelve.
He turned back , just to find himself alone.
In a frenzy, he looked around. For a glimpse of gold, for a glimpse of an alluring smile.
He caught a flash of gold at the entrance and made a mad dash towards her.
He reached the empty hallway leading to a staircase.
Arnav Singh Raizada. Chasing someone. Oh, how the mighty have fallen!
He walked briskly towards the staircase, stumbling upon a black heel.
Bending down he picked it up, amusement stealing up his eyes.
He ran towards the steps, and looked up.
There she was, in all her golden glory.
Her lips were pursed, and he knew she was a moment away from bursting out into laughter.
“Oh fair maiden, I have searched the lands of my kingdom for a lady who left me just this shoe. Will you please do me the honour of trying it on?” He inflicted as much passion into his voice as possible.
She cleared her throat, breaking into a smile.
“Why not, my dear prince?”
She lifted her dress up a few inches, and he swallowed, exerting an iron grasp on his desire.
He climbed up, bent down and took her foot in his hand. She couldn’t hide her tremble, as she placed a dainty hand on his shoulder.
He placed the heel perfectly, caressing her skin as he did so.
“How did I do?” He stood up.
“Brilliant!” She giggled.
“ You have earned a spot in our club, Mr. Black.”
He pulled her close with an arm around her waist.
“I can’t wait anymore “
With trembling hands he removes the golden mask framing her face.
He gasps in awe, as he sees her. Her cheeks lifted up with her smile, her nose was slightly tinged pink and her eyes even more beautiful unadorned.
He felt her hands cup his face, before loosening the ribbon tying up his mask together. He felt as if he was just learning to breathe.
“Arnav Singh Raizada “ she muttered, her eyes widened in shock.
He didn’t know what he expected. But being the prime trustee’s grandson had always brought him unwanted fame.
Inexplicably, he found himself uncaring about that now, all he knew was that he wanted her.
“And you are?” He asked, clouding her space, not letting an inch rest between them.
“Khushi Gupta”
He laughed, “You are Payal’s cousin?”
She nodded, seemingly still shy from the revelation.
“Small world”
He lifted her chin, making her eyes meet his.
“This Cinderella is not going home tonight “
She smiled. Her lips twisted in a teasing pout.
“Isn’t she?”
He lifts her hand. Bending down, he kisses it.
Her eyes darken, her lips part.
He never breaks away the stare, as he moves down. Kissing every inch of her arm.
And just when she gasps out breathlessly,he whispers “Never”.
unbeta’d heith ficlet: baisemain (kissing a hand) + hands in general
Hands.
Whenever you think about them, hands always become pretty strange. The fact you can do so much with them, and they always look like they’re moving on their own if you concentrate on them sometimes keeps people awake at night. The fact that one pair of hands is never the same as another pair is always intriguing. Hands can be small, big, soft, rough, bony, etcetera.
Whenever he was bored, Hunk liked comparing his hands with someone else’s. Especially Keith’s.
The room was dim as the bed lamp on the nightstand of Keith’s side bathed part of the room in a soft yellow. The moonlight filtering in through the large window on Hunk’s side lit up the parts that the lamp couldn’t reach, offering enough light for the two to be able to see one another as they laid on Hunk’s bed.
Brown eyes flicked to where Keith laid beside him, eyes closed and chest moving slowly as he breathed deeply. Hunk knew he wasn’t sleep, knew that, sometimes, Keith just liked to wind down with deep breaths and closed eyes like he was meditating. Free to stare as much as he liked, Hunk let his eyes travel down Keith’s peaceful face, his unprotected neck, finally resting on hands folded upon his chest, moving with it. It was one of the rare moments that Keith took his gloves off, and Hunk couldn’t help but drink in his hands with their long, slender fingers and two-toned skin.
Languidly, Hunk reached out for one of Keith’s wrist, loosely gripping the one closest to him and bringing his hand towards his face, analyzing it with a curious gleam mixed with awe. He didn’t notice the stutter in Keith’s breathing, or the slow, lazy opening of his eyes, too focused on taking note of how Keith’s fingers were a darker shade than the back of his hand, save for a small patch in the middle. That’s what he gets for wearing his gloves all the time.
As Hunk pressed Keith’s hand against his own, he couldn’t help noticing how rough Keith’s palm. It was like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together since Hunk’s palm wasn’t any better. He thought about the different reasons for their callous texture (Hunk’s always building something while Keith helps out at his father’s farm, doing parkour on the side). He briefly thought about how his hand dwarfed Keith’s, how he could keep it safe and warm in his own, yet how his hand was every bit of strong as Hunk’s. He stared at the way their skin tones contrasted and the fact that his was the same shade from fingertip to wrist while Keith’s wasn’t. He wore gloves, too, but not as much as Keith.
Interlocking their fingers, Hunk gently squeezed the hand connected with his before bringing it to his lips, gently pressing a chaste, long kiss to the back of it. He parted only to pepper kisses along the slightly bruised knuckles, remembering the many fights Keith’s gotten into and the future ones that were bound to come. Keith was prone to snapping, but Hunk couldn’t say that he wasn’t trying to control it more.
“I love your hands,” Hunk mumbled against Keith’s smooth skin. He heard a soft snort in response and couldn’t stop the smile from breaking out against Keith’s hand.
“S’weird… You’re weird,” Keith mumbled, drowsy as he smiled lazily. Hunk loved when he was like this—half-sleep, half-awake, barely registering everything that was going on. When Keith was like this, he showed a more vulnerable side that most people never get to see, and Hunk loved that he was apart of the rare bunch who could. Keith shifted until he was lying on his side and facing Hunk, legs pulled up so it was like he was curling in on himself.
Hunk shifted to mirror his position, but kept his legs spread out to avoid knocking knees. Lifting his fingers, yet still keeping their hands interlocked, he began to kiss each of Keith’s fingers when the boy copied his actions, dragging each press of his lips out. It’s not like he was in any kind of rush, and the way Keith’s small smile grew in size with every kiss was enough for him to continue the crawling pace.
“It’s weird for me to love the hands belonging to the boy that I love the most?” Hunk asked after kissing the last finger, eyes shining with mirth as he waited for Keith’s response. He enjoyed the way pale cheeks darkened in a rosy red color, but Keith didn’t hide from him like he’d usually do. If he was more awake, Hunk was certain he would.
“Maybe you just love me for my hands,” Keith teased, and Hunk chuckled at his words, shaking his head. “Mmm, no?” Keith asked, before adding, “You’re going to have to prove it then.”
And Hunk did, scooting into Keith’s personal space until he was able to lean forward and press their lips together. Like everything else that night, the kiss was relaxed, tranquil, leaving both satisfied when they finally parted. Hunk smiled teasingly when he asked Keith if he got the proof he wanted, and even moreso when Keith only hummed pleasantly in response, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
Hunk thought hands were interesting. He liked to analyze and compare them. But he loved the hands that were rough from how much they’re used, that were two-toned because the owner felt naked without gloves, and that caressed him with nothing less than unadulterated love and adoration the most.
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