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She didn’t know if it was cute or infuriating that Bujji had hidden who he was, all the while living in her brother’s house and playing tricks on her. Well, it was both. The way he flirted with her, the way he annoyed her on purpose, knowing she was Chitti the whole time? She had waited so long to find him again, spent so many years looking forward to the day when they would be reunited, and he had actually decided to make her wait even longer! Who did something like that to his childhood best friend?!
But now that he and Sathi had been rescued from jail and brought back to the house, he was finally hers. And she was done being patient.
As soon as she saw her chance, Chitti grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him upstairs. She moved a little too fast, and Bujji almost tripped over his own long legs on the stairs, leaving them both giggling.
“Chitti, where are we going—”
“Upstairs, obviously, get up!”
When they scrambled to the top of the stairs she pushed him up against a bedroom door, a slightly dazed look in his eyes as he caught his breath from laughter.
“Chitti, hey—”
Her fingers tightened around his arms as she held him there, and he smiled down at her, letting her do it. She leaned closer until their lips were almost brushing.
“Hey, Chitti,” he protested. “We can’t do this, we’re not married yet!” But he didn’t make any effort to get out of her grasp.
“So you’re going to call me on the phone, tease me, trick me, confess your love to me, and then not let me even kiss you?” She pouted up at him. “Rascal.”
“Chittiiii!” Bujji let out a complaining sigh, pulling her closer and nuzzling his face into her hair. “Your brother is going to kill me!”
“Either he’ll kill you or I’ll kill you,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Pick one.”
Bujji’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, I would let you kill me. Get the sword you had before—no, this is enough, you kill me a little every time I look at you!”
That made her giggle again. “Stop being dramatic. I just want to kiss you, Bujji. We can do that before we’re married.”
He pretended to think about it for a second as if he was neutral to the idea, and then he shrugged. “Sure. If you really want to.”
She pulled back, wrinkling her nose in indignation. “Sure?” she exclaimed, and shook him back and forth. “As if you don’t care about your Chitti? Who else are you going to kiss but me?!”
She turned her back on him with a huff, smirking as soon as he couldn’t see her face. He was much easier to tease than he thought.
“No, Chitti, don’t be mad,” he pleaded. “Kiss me. Kiss me. Hit me if you want to. Please?”
She turned around, smiling, and he grinned and bit his lip.
“Sorry, Chitti.” He wobbled his head from side to side. “I like annoying you too much. It’s just that you’re so cute when you’re annoyed, I can’t help it.”
She moved closer again, and he stepped back until he was flat against the door.
“I like you annoying me too,” she said, trying to keep from smiling. “But now you have to pay for it.”
She watched as his lips parted and his gaze flickered down to her mouth.
“I’ll pay,” he said meekly.
She ran her hands through his curls, so soft to the touch, and stroked the side of his jaw, which was just slightly rough with stubble, and he finally let her pull him down into a kiss. A kiss she’d waited so many years for. His lips were so soft and yielding as she kissed him, and maybe this was a good way of interrupting his constant chattering—
“Chitti, Chitti,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’ve been waiting for this so long, I almost can’t stand it.”
So the chattering would continue, but that was cute, too—perfect, in fact.
She raised her eyebrows and poked her finger into his chest. “You can’t stand it? Then I’ll stop.”
“No!” he exclaimed. “It’s just, one touch from you…” He held his fist against his heart like he’d been stabbed. “It really is killing me, Chitti.”
He was too cute for his own good, she thought. The next kiss quickly became a whole series of kisses as they made up for lost time.
Finally she opened the door and shoved him through it with a small yelp, pushing him down on the bed underneath her. He squirmed a little bit, smiling up at her, as she squeezed his shoulders to keep him in place. When she bent down to kiss him again, his eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth muffled the little noises he was making.
This was a fitting punishment for everything he had done, she decided.
He was wearing one of those sleeveless shirts that looked so good on him, leaving his neck and collarbone exposed, and she intended to take full advantage of that. She tugged his head back by the hair to make it easier to kiss him, and lowered her mouth to his throat. Bujji let out a small strangled sound, and she felt his hands tighten around her waist.
Was he really so helpless from just a few kisses? She nibbled on the side of his neck and sucked on the spot she had just teased with her teeth, and he arched his head back and whimpered. So it really was that easy.
“Ahhhh, Chitti,” he whined. “You’re torturing me.”
“You poor thing,” she whispered, kissing the side of his jaw. “I almost feel sorry for you.”
“You should feel sorry for me,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long.” He grinned up at her mischievously. “Remember when I called you from here and it made you really mad?”
How could she forget? She’d stormed into this room and found him lying on the bed on his stomach, almost too tall to fit on the mattress properly, kicking up his feet like an idiot with a crush. Then she’d seen the panicked expression on his face when she threatened to call his cell phone, and he had pretended not to know why it was ringing...
She winked at him. “I suspected you.” She kissed him on the nose, then the cheek.
“You didn’t suspect me.” He kissed her on the nose too before she could retaliate. “There’s no way you suspected me.”
“I did. I thought you might be Bujji even at that point. I hoped you were.”
He had looked so cuddly lying on the bed, it had almost annoyed her more than the phone call, because if there was one thing worse than having a stranger living in your house and making it his business to bother you for no reason, it was when that stranger was also maddeningly good-looking.
This was so much better, having him pinned under her in that same bed with nowhere to go.
“What should I do with you, now that I’ve caught you?” she mused.
With her hand on his chest she could feel his heart racing, and he squirmed a little, looking up at her.
“Well, you can always kiss me again,” he said. “But that’s just a suggestion.”
“So you’re making demands now?” She touched the side of his neck, pressing against his jaw with her thumb and making him expose his throat.
“Chittiiii,” he whined. “Ch…”
“Are you sorry?” she whispered, brushing her lips against his neck.
“Yes,” he gasped. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you, I shouldn’t have hidden who I was, I’m sorry about all of it…”
She didn’t really need him to apologize for anything, she just liked teasing him. She’d earned it.
She pressed her mouth against his neck again, enjoying the way he became a little breathless when she kissed him there.
“Chitti, you’re so mean to me… nevermind, I like it.”
She kissed his mouth again, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. She ran her hands through his hair and stroked the side of his face, deepening the kiss.
“Chitti,” he whispered, when they broke apart, both a little winded. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Bujji.” She couldn’t help but grin at how bashful he got when she said it. “I waited so long for you to come back. Now we can finally...”
“Chitti?” Sivanna’s voice called from downstairs. “Where did you go?”
She giggled as they both scrambled to their feet and desperately tried to straighten their clothing and make it look like they had not been doing…that.
“Chittiiiii,” Bujji whined. “Your brother’s going to kill me after all.”
“I guess you’ll just have to marry me. He can’t kill you then. Let’s pick a date—next week?”
Bujji smiled shyly as they walked to the door. “So… you still want to?”
She pointed her finger at him. “Do you not want to?! You rascal! After all this—”
“No, no! I do! I was just asking—I mean, we made that promise so long ago, but I want to! If you want to! So—”
Chitti grinned as he kept babbling and apologizing. Her Bujji was too easy to tease.