For A and S.
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She tossed her long hair over her shoulder, her head thrown back in laughter at something her friend said. Her eyes were crinkled at the corners, her cheeks full with happiness as she fell forward, her shoulders shaking. The world seemed to move in slow motion when she was around, a perfect encapsulation of her own name.
She was here every day, sitting in the same seat with her friend. He wasn’t entirely sure of her friend’s name, but he knew hers.
Khushi.
His heart skipped a beat.
He abruptly tore his gaze away, faintly disgusted with himself for how utterly ‘romantic-comedy’ he was being right now. He shook his head, turning back to the sketchpad sitting in front of him.
His hand moved freely, sweeping lines across the page with his pencil, his lower lip drawn between his teeth. He leaned back briefly to examine his work, before moving to shade one of the curves.
“Arnav!” Arnav jumped at the voice, slamming the book shut. He glanced up to see Akash approaching, his gaze narrowing. Akash settled himself next to Arnav, raising an eyebrow. “What were you doing?”
“Studying.” He said, hoping his voice didn’t sound too unsteady. Akash regarded him for a moment before shrugging casually, not pushing the matter any further.
“Look man, I have tickets to the basketball game tonight. You coming?” Akash asked, fiddling with one of Arnav’s pens. Arnav resisted the urge to snatch his pen out of his cousin’s hands, barely suppressing his irritation.
He glanced at Khushi, who was still sitting with her friend. She was gesturing animatedly, her long earrings swinging as she shook her head. He forced his gaze back to Akash, shaking his head.
“Uh… I think I’ll stay here. I’ve got a midterm to study for.” He said, fiddling with the edges of his sketchbook.
Akash stared at him for a moment. He followed Arnav’s gaze to where it had been, his mouth pulling up into a smirk.
“Really? Khushi Gupta?”
Arnav’s cheeks felt hot and he looked away from Akash, rolling his eyes. “Just because I was looking in her general direction?” He asked, hating the telling note in his voice.
“Well done.” Akash said dryly. “Although, I think her friend is prettier. Payal Krishnan.” He gestured lightly at her with his head. Arnav glanced at her, slightly relieved to finally have a name for the friend.
“How do you know her?”
“Payal? She’s in my dorm.”
Arnav made a noise of agreement, still focused on Payal’s friend. He couldn’t help but admire her vibrancy, the ease with which she seemed to bubble with happiness.
Akash watched his cousin, feeling a touch of pity for Arnav. Someone like Khushi Gupta ran in entirely different circles from them.
“But hey, Khushi Gupta and Payal Krishnan are… not exactly in our league, are they?” He said lightly, trying to soften the situation.
Arnav smiled ruefully, knowing Akash was right. He drew his gaze away from Khushi, turning back to Akash with a shake of his head. “ Yeah… so what were you saying about that football game?” He asked, changing the topic. Akash immediately brightened, waxing lyrical about their starting forward.
Arnav reluctantly packed up. He hated to leave his sketches halfway, but he couldn’t have Akash suspecting that he…
He glanced over his shoulder at her, trying to commit her to memory. His gaze caught a deep hazel just as she looked up from the textbook, her eyes widening in surprise. They froze for a split second before her face relaxed into a small smile.
He felt Akash touch his shoulder and turned around, wondering if he had imagined it.
“Arnav?” He turned around, hearing his supervisor’s voice behind him. He gave Noah a smile as the rest of the class filed out around him, shooting him glares as he pushed back through.
“Yeah, Noah?” He struggled not to glance over obviously to the woman standing by his side.
“Khushi would like some extra tutoring.” Arnav took the chance to look over at Khushi, who was standing with her lips pressed into a thin line by his supervisor’s side. “You’re listed as the only person who can tutor Math 375.”
Arnav swallowed nervously, nodding. “Of course.” The supervisor nodded, and then walked away, leaving Khushi and Arnav to stare at each other. Khushi shifted from foot to foot awkwardly. He could see that she was embarrassed, her cheeks tinged with pink.
He directed a smile at Khushi, who didn’t smile back. “Take a seat.” He said, gesturing to the chair beside him. She dropped her backpack down, sinking into the seat. They sat awkwardly for a couple of minutes, unsure as to what to say.
Arnav cleared his throat. “Hi. I’m Arnav. I’m a sophomore, I’m studying computer and electrical engineering.” He said, sticking out his hand.
She sighed heavily, reluctantly taking it. “Khushi. I’m a freshman, I’m studying political science. And I really don’t want to be here right now.”
“I hadn’t guessed.” Arnav deadpanned.
She didn’t laugh.
He exhaled a quick breath, forcing a smile back onto his face. “So… political science. Why Math 375?”
“I thought it would be interesting. And I like math. Or I did until this class.” She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back.
She was wearing black jeans paired with a thin striped white shirt and a deep maroon blazer, her long hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Her bright pink backpack seemed out of place with her attire, something so sophisticated worn with that.
Arnav nodded slowly. “So what’s the issue with this class in particular?”
“I hate theory. I don’t know why I took this fucking class.” Arnav choked on his sip of water when she swore, all of his blood rushing south. He adjusted himself in his seat, running a hand through his hair.
Fuck, that was hot.
She hastily glanced up at him, bright spots of pink blooming on her cheeks. “Um… sorry, I didn’t mean to swear. I curse like a sailor.”
Arnav smiled ruefully, shrugging. “No harm done. I-”
“Wouldn’t have expected it? Yeah, I know, I look like the prissy sheltered girl.” Khushi snapped, far too defensively. Arnav’s mouth snapped shut. There was a tense silence.
“Actually, I was going to say that I swear like a sailor too.” He said quietly, pinning her under a deep caramel gaze. Khushi looked up, embarrassment flooding her cheeks. She gave him a small smile, relaxing.
“I’m sorry. I just… people always underestimate me, you know? I’m not… I’m not stupid.” She said, bitterness lacing the last couple of words. She fell silent, and then looked up, her eyes blazing. “And I don’t need a tutor. I can figure this out myself.”
Arnav didn’t say anything. Khushi slouched back in the chair, a scowl on her face as she looked away. He regarded her for a long moment, watching as she twisted the cap on her pen.
“Alright. We don’t have to tutor.” He said, shrugging. Her eyes snapped to his, widening in surprise. “But… we can study together. For the class.” His gaze was sharp as he waited for her reaction.
She pressed her lips together, and swallowed audibly. “Alright.” She said quietly, turning to him with wary eyes. A shadow of a smile crossed over his face, and he pulled out his textbook.
“So… would you like to study Math 375 with me?” He asked. She looked up at him incredulously, opening her mouth to argue. But the amusement flickering behind his eyes stopped her, and she found herself restraining laughter instead.
She bit her lip, nodding as she pulled out the textbook.
Khushi snuck a glance at him out of her peripheral vision. He was leaning back on two legs of the chair, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he studied the book in front of him. He pushed his glasses up his nose, shaking his head to dispel the lock of hair that had fallen onto his forehead.
He was wearing a plaid shirt in an ugly yellow and black, the cuffs rolled up to reveal his forearms, smudged with the pencil he had been working with. He had an atrocious sense of style, but there was something… endearing about it.
She could just reach over and brush that hair off of his forehead and…
She sucked in a sharp breath, willing her mind to focus on the triple integrals in front of her. There was no way he would be interested in a girl like her. She just wasn’t… his type.
It had been three months since he had been… studying with her, and she couldn’t deny that it had helped. Immensely.
He had a way of explaining concepts that just made them easy to understand. And there was the fact that his voice was like rich chocolate, melting her through as she listened to him.
She snuck another glance at him, watching as his pencil moved across the page with ease. He was sketching something, as he always did when she was working on a problem set he had given her.
She had never seen him without that sketchbook. He never used colors, only his pencil, sometimes flying across the page and sometimes lingering as he bent forward to meticulously add details. His glasses inevitably slid down his nose and he would push them up, running a hand through his unruly hair.
Damn it. She really needed to focus on these problems.
Shaking her head to clear it, she turned her gaze back down to the endless stream of Greek letters, trying fruitlessly to focus.
He subtly glanced at her profile. He barely needed to look down at his paper as he sketched the little upturn of her nose, skimming down to the curve of her neck. His eyes dropped lower and he suddenly felt the need to avert his gaze.
He looked down at his paper, a deep tug in his groin as he sketched the fabric. He took a deep breath as he drew the gentle curve the fabric swept dangerously low over, drawing her hands fisted in the cloth.
There was something about her that refused to let him draw anything… more, as he had occasionally done of other subjects. She was different.
He looked up, and met her gaze. His hand stopped working, his gaze locked on hers. His eyes were darker than she had ever seen them, glinting behind his glasses. They sent tremors of pleasant heat through her, blood rushing through her veins as he stared at her.
She swallowed, the heat pooling in her stomach as his gaze lingered.
He blinked, color rising up his cheeks as he tore his gaze away. He cleared his throat. “So… how are the uh… problems going?” He asked, giving his head a shake as he pulled her notebook towards him.
“They’re fine. This stuff is similar to second semester calculus, it’s not that difficult.” She said, her voice huskier than she had intended it to be. She saw his gaze flick up towards her and then back down again, stopping on her lips.
He squinted as he looked at one of the problems, leaning closer. “What region are you integrating over? And where is your sketch of this one?” He asked. She leaned in closer to look and he nearly groaned, the heady scent of her driving him crazy. She pointed to a tiny figure in the corner. His eyes followed her hand, suddenly envisioning them wrapped around that fabric, loosening slowly as she would…
Shit. He really needed to control himself.
“The front of that figure right there.”
He leaned closer, laughter in his voice as he spoke. “Seriously? That’s your figure? It’s tiny, how on Earth do you see anything in that?”
She glowered, unamused by his teasing. He always made fun of her for her atrocious handwriting, forever harping on her to draw bigger figures. “I can see it just fine. It’s right there!” She said, stabbing at the paper with her finger.
“Really?” He drawled, his voice infuriatingly amused.
She looked up at him to snap back but the words died on her lips when she realized just how close they were sitting. She could see the little scar above his eyebrow, the indentation on his nose where his glasses sat. He was so close, far too close.
Awareness crept in, making her skin tingle as she caught the unnamable flicker in his eyes. She tilted her head up, her limbs heavy as their noses remained just millimeters apart. She moved closer, her eyes dropping down to his lips as she turned more fully towards him, brushing up against-
Thunk.
They sprung apart as if they had been burned, her calculator falling to the floor. He expelled a breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he hastily turned away from her. He could see the deep red spread across her cheeks as she picked her calculator up, her lips pressed together.
He fingered the edge of his sketchbook, closing his eyes in frustration. He would never be able to forget the way her hazel eyes darkened as she looked up at him, the little gold flecks at the edges brighter than ever as her lips parted sensuously.
He was going to be sketching for hours.
He thought dourly. He had hoped his sketching would have put an end to this ridiculous infatuation with her.
“What do you sketch?” Her voice interrupted his thoughts. He froze, his heart tightening nervously.
“Um… just… things I see.” He said vaguely, hoping she would drop the subject. Her eyes lit up in interest, and he cursed mentally.
“Like people?”
“Ah… yeah, sometimes.” He said. She leaned back quietly, and he realized he wanted to tell her more, ignoring the warnings in his brain telling him it was getting too close. “It sounds creepy but…” He said sheepishly, “people are interesting subjects.” He finished.
She smiled. “They are. I love studying people. Their interactions are fascinating.”
He nodded, their gazes meeting. The silence surrounding them was comfortable, and neither of them wanted to break it. He sighed, reluctantly glancing at the clock.
“I should go. I promised Akash I would be back to watch the basketball game with him.”
Khushi nodded, helping him collect the various items they had spread across the table as they worked. She handed him things as he put them into his bag. She hesitated before picking up his sketchbook to hand to him.
“Your sketchbook too?” She asked.
“Yeah, hand me that too. I can’t seem to find my favorite pen…” He muttered, glancing around the table. She picked the sketchbook up, but a paper slid out of it, fluttering onto the floor. She bent down to pick it up, finding his pen on the ground with it.
“I found it.” She called from underneath the table. But she stilled when she turned the paper over, her heart freezing. The rush of blood in her head seemed entirely too loud in her ears as she stared at it.
It was a sketch of her, dressed in nothing but a blanket that fell strategically around her body. It was clutched in her fist, her hair tumbling around her shoulder in loose waves. She had her lip pulled between her teeth, her eyes wide as she looked up at someone.
Him.
She could scarcely breathe, the image making her furious while unexpected warmth spread through her. She let out a shaky breath, looking up from the image to see him duck out from underneath the table with a smile, his glasses slightly crooked.
He adjusted them and walked up to her, reaching for the pen she silently handed to him. His brow furrowed in confusion, slightly taken aback by her suddenly cool demeanor.
“Is this one of your drawings?” She asked, her voice deathly quiet as she handed the paper to him.
He stiffened, his heart pounding in his chest as he took the paper from her hands. He swallowed nervously, his mouth drying as he glanced down at it. He closed his eyes, pressing his lips together.
Shit.
He looked back up at her, her expression unreadable as she stared at him.
“Yes.” He said quietly.
“Why?” She asked. He remained silent. “Why would you do this to me? What on earth possessed you to draw… this, this picture of me?! Why the fuck would you do this to me, Arnav?” She asked, her voice trembling.
“I- I don’t understand. Is this some sort of game? Did someone put you up to drawing this? Are you selling these? Why the fuck- why would you do this, Arnav?” She asked, anger punctuating every word. He stayed quiet.
“Why would you do this?!” She asked again, shoving at him. He grabbed her wrist as she spun around to leave, whirling her back towards him. She breathed heavily, forced to tilt her head up to look at him.
“Because I like you!” His voice was a whisper but it was as if he had yelled it, frustration lacing his words. “I can’t stop thinking of you! You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re funny and you’re so damn addictive.”
Her eyes widened in surprise but he wasn’t done, continuing. “I can’t… I can’t think straight around you. You drive me absolutely nuts, and this… this was the only way I could…” He broke off, struggling to find words to explain. She stared at him, completely stunned.
His grip loosened around her wrist, and he took a step back. They looked at each other for a long moment, tension crackling in the air.
“No one has ever seen these. They’re mine.” He said quietly, his voice almost defeated. “I’m… sorry. I never intended for…” He trailed off, and then shook his head. “I’m sorry.” He said simply.
She didn’t say anything, not meeting his gaze. He regarded her quietly and then gave a slight nod of his head, turning to pick his backpack up.
“Arnav.”
He froze, turning slowly back around. She walked up to him, tilting her head up until their lips were a whisper apart. Her eyelids were heavy, and she could feel his sharp intake of breath as she stood just millimeters away from him.
They stood like that for a heavy moment before he slowly leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. She sighed into the kiss, lacing her arms around his neck as she pulled him closer.
They reluctantly broke the kiss, breathing heavily. His forehead leaned against hers for a moment, his eyes darker than she had ever seen them. A spark of intent glimmered in them, and his hands cupped her face, tilting her head up to take her lips in a searing kiss.
A moan vibrated in his throat as her tongue swept across his bottom lip, her hands tugging at his hair. He backed her up against the bookcase in the corner, relishing in the quiet sighs that spilled from her lips. His lips left hers to trail across her jaw, placing infuriatingly light kisses all the way up to the base of her ears.
His head dipped lower, his teeth grazing her collarbone as he cupped her breast through her shirt. She arched up into him, pulling his head up for a deep kiss. Her eyes were drugged with want, and she murmured his name, her hands reaching for his belt.
He laughed huskily as she fumbled with it, finally tugging it off with a curse word. He bent down for another kiss, smiling against her lips as they pulled away so she could take off his glasses. Goosebumps erupted on her skin as he pressed hot kisses across the expanse of her skin revealed by the unbuttoning of her shirt.
His hands slid down to the edge of her skirt, and he met her gaze, silently asking her if it was okay. She nodded, leaning in for a soft kiss. His hands slid up her thighs and she shivered when she felt the heat of his palms against her bare skin. His fingers slowly slid into her, and she gasped his name, her eyelids fluttering shut. He gently thrust them back in, his eyes darkening as her head fell back in pleasure, her lips parted.
He fumbled with his wallet, rolling on a condom quickly. She laughed huskily when he cursed, but it quickly turned into a moan when he kissed her deeply. He lifted her legs around his waist, thrusting in a smooth stroke. They stayed there for a moment, and her fingers ghosted across the scar just above his eyebrow.
He slowly began to move, burying his head in the crook of her neck. She bit her lip, her breath coming out in shuddering gasps. He whispered her name against her skin, lifting his head to take her lips in a drugging kiss.
His movements grew uncontrolled as their pleasure grew, her nails indenting his skin. She lifted her hips to match his thrusts, straining towards that elusive peak. Her legs tightened around him as she murmured his name thickly, her head falling back.
“Please.” Her voice was hoarse with need. He struggled to maintain the last strands of control, thrusting deeply as he tilted her face up to capture her lips in a heated kiss, their tongues tangling together.
“Look at me.” He murmured, pulling back. Her eyes snapped open, hazy with desire. His control shattered and he slammed into her, coming apart just as she clenched around him, his name a low cry on her lips. She shuddered with pleasure, gasping.
He braced himself against the wall, breathing heavily. He turned his face to press a gentle kiss to her lips. She deepened in, sighing softly.
They adjusted their clothing, relieved that they were in a secluded location in the library, late at night. She leaned into him, smiling against his lips as she ran her finger over the rim of his glasses.
“They’re crooked.” She murmured, straightening them.
“Mm.” She fingered the top button of his shirt, looking up at him through her lashes. His face grew serious as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
“I’m sorry, Khushi, I didn’t mean-”
“I know.” She said softly, cutting him off. He nodded, relief showing on his face.
She tilted her head up, still playing with the top button, her expression inscrutable. “But… if you really want to make it up to me… you could show me the other sketches and maybe… we could make sure they’re… accurate.” He caught the wicked glint in her eyes, not fooled by the innocence in her voice.
“I guess I could arrange that.” He said, kissing her as he lifted her on to the table.
She hummed in pleasure, sliding back on the table as she whispered huskily in his ear.
“Apology accepted.”
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Note: Long time, no BTD! Sorry about the er, dry spell. The… descriptive sketching was inspired by a romance novel, a fanfic, and a touch of real life. I hope you enjoyed it, and as always, please do let me know what you think with a like or a comment.
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Choti