XLIV

                                    

                                          
"That would be all, Charno. You should get some rest now." Noor smiled at her maid. Charno obediently bowed and backed out of the wardrobe.
Ready to change for the night, Noor picked up the silk robe Charno had laid out for her. Her eyes, however, got caught up on one of Prem's kurtas laying to the side. Dropping the robe at once, her hand reached for the kurta and her lips automatically welcomed a smile. Shedding off her clothes, she took a moment to inhale the kurta for Prem's scent. His masculine scent filled her nose and she immediately threw it on. It hung loose over her body and she stood hugging it against herself for a moment. Stepping out of the wardrobe, Noor made her way into the main section of the chambers. Prem was already in bed laying on his stomach with his face in her direction. He seemed exhausted, using every bit of his energy to not fall asleep.
A charming smile found his lips when his eyes fell on her. "Your clothes take up all of our wardrobe and yet you choose to wear mine." He said as she climbed onto the bed.
"Yes, you have a problem?" She asked scooting up right next to him and laying herself on top of him. Her face laid above his, her arms worked around each of his shoulders and her torso aligned with his. Her legs settled next to each of his legs, ending just above his ankles. She shifted until every inch of her body was touching him.
"No, not at all." Prem softly replied, closing his eyes, taking in the warmth of her body above his.
"Prem...bring me my son tomorrow." Noor told him, shifting a little above him once more. "I haven't been able to take my mind off him all day."
"It's an important prayer, baby. We can't just bring him back in the middle of it. It's for both your wellbeing." Prem gently explained.
"Still...I'm dying to see him. I know nothing about my baby." There was sadness in Noor's voice. "I miss him."
"He'll be back in a couple days. Then you can spend all the time in the world with him." Prem lifted his head to lightly press his cheek into Noor's face, silently praying that she gets her memory back before then. 
"Hmm. I guess..." Noor sighed, repositioning her torso one more time. Prem felt her perked nipples stamp onto his back through the thin fabrics of both their kurtas and he groaned. Smiling, Noor nuzzled his head. She then slightly moved above him yet again.
Prem let out a small laugh.
"What?" Noor whispered.
"Trying to figure out a way somehow crawl inside my skin, huh?" He asked, his eyes closed and body swimming in bliss. Over the past five years, his mind had taken liberty too many times to churn up fantasies of what his married nights with Noor would look like, but it was in that moment that he realized every one of those fantasies put together could not compete his reality in that moment.
Noor laughed. The vibrations of her chest turning Prem on, heating up his desires, throwing his body into a sea of sensations. "Yeah...I want to enter your skin!" She confessed, planting a lasting kiss on his cheek. "Actually, no...I want to enter your bones. I want to be next to your soul...preferably inside it...but we don't know how the physics work at that level." Her grip around his shoulders significantly tightened and she kissed his cheek one more time.
Prem smiled, swiftly turning onto his side and throwing Noor into the empty bed-space next to him. It was only then that he got a proper look at her outfit for the night – a loose kurta of his. Every one of the buttons on the kurta's opening running down the center of her chest sat open with the fabric laying loose and unkempt. Prem's rebellious eyes hovered hungrily over the partially revealed mount of her left breast. Working downwards, he eyed the hem of the kurta settled just above her knees. Suddenly curious if his kurta was all she was wearing, he painfully battled the stinging temptation to reach for her thigh to find out. It was in his best interest to not know, he committed. His treacherous imagination, however, ran unhinged into the area he had just confined his hands from. An unforgiving rush of blood ruthlessly sped downwards inside him at the mental image of a bare Noor underneath his kurta.