Dalal e3yoonh (Part 6)

"My heart's a stereo... It beats for you so listen close, hear my thoughts in every note"- Stereo Hearts by GYM Class Heroes

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Passion ;*

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Phone ringing…

“Pick up… pick up… god! Please pick up!!!”

“Alo…” I heard her sleepy voice.

Dalal: Gomi nshi, this is an emergency call.

Meero: bsmilla balach?!

Dalal: madri! We were having a blast w faj2a yah telephone min eboh w wayheh e3tefas w ednya m3tafseh fe m5i w ma3arf shu asawi w a9lan ma3arf ana shu yalseh agool l2anh im talking so fast and im really not making sense am i?!

Meero: huh? Ok babes listen… enti wa3eiteeny min ergad, so this means ana shway msa6la. Tell me what happened shway shway 3shan I can help you. Now breathe, calm down, talk.

Dalal: we were in the pool, stuff happened

“Did you do it?” Meero interrupted excitedly,

Dalal: NO!!! MEERO! LISTEN TO ME PLEASE RAKZI!

Meero: ok ok sorry, kamli

Dalal: things were getting hot and intense, then his phone went on and he was about to put it on silent when he saw that its his dad. Esta2than w gali its not normal his dad calls so I said go ahead. He answered, w faj2a wayheh e3tefas, w 6la3 min el pool.

Meero: okaaiii? How is this your fault exactly?

Dalal: who ever said its my fault?! Meero he’s been on the phone for the past 15 minutes! He’s still out there, eb his swimming short! 3anabooh ana etsaba7t w etlabast w hoo ba3adh outside… I don’t know whats going on, whats going on meeroty? Should I be worrying? Because for some reason I am.

Meero: no don’t worry, ymkn its something about work. Its obviously not you.

Dalal: ok. I just needed to hear that

Meero: 7ubby listen, don’t even ask him anything, if he wants he’ll tell you himself. Enti just chill w don’t stress. W ana barid argd cuz I was having an awesome dream of this hot guy who has a six pack and we were this close from kissing and you messed it up.

Dalal: hahahaha sorry, goodnight

Meero: love you

Dalal: love you too

Meero: kiss Hamad for me

Dalal: eff off. He’s mine.

Meero: hahahahaah look at the jealous biyotch! I thought we shared everything!

Dalal: not my hubby, go to the six pack hot guy that was in your dreams

Meero: night

Dalal: gnight

--- Hamad ---

Why is it the moment you feel like you’re in heavy, hell arises?

I have to get rid of this, I thought it was over.

--- Dalal ---

I heard Hamad’s voice rise… he was obviously angry now, but he wasn’t talking to his dad.

“khelfan do something. I cant do anything w ana hni, mali ‘3eirk.”

What did he want this khelfan guy do. Who was khelfan.

“Just get rid of the crow! Scare it off if you had to!”

He turned around when he realized his voice was getting higher, I made myself look as if I was watching tv…

“maroom arms a7een, t2a5art 3ala mrti… et9arraf lein ma arid.”

Mrti… it sounded nice coming out from him.

--- Hamad ---

I saw her through the window; she looked beautiful.

No.

Beautiful was an understatement.

She had her hair braided on her side, and she was wearing light gray shorts & its top complemented her curves perfectly…

She was watching something on tv

He cared about her; he didn’t want her to get hurt.

This has to go away.

He has to protect her.

If this is true… she wouldn’t be able to handle the truth… I have to fix this.

--- Dalal ---

Dalal: khala9t? (as he walked inside and placed a quick kiss on my head)

Hamad: haih, batsaba7 w bayeech.

Dalal: ok.

He took a shower, she heard the water run… then he came out with his pj shorts and a faneelh.

He looked hot.

Correction: very hot.

Hamad: saweeli mkan 3adalch

I moved a bit and he sat down next to me on the couch. His arms circled me and he pulled me into his lap…

Dalal: Hamad… (Something was wrong… & she wasn’t suppose to ask him what )

Hamad: 3yoonh

Dalal: how can I lift your mood… (I felt his lips on my neck, but he didn’t kiss me. He smiled… )

Hamad: my mood doesn’t need lifting, ur existence does wonders

Dalal: ha ha ha (fake laugh), yalla 3ad (turned half way)

Hamad: ta3ali (he pulled me close to his chest and we held each other quietly)... bacher bnseer Santorini.

--- Hamad ---

She wasn’t blind; ill have to be careful…

She wanted to lift my mood up… she didn’t have to… but she wanted to… and I didn’t have to show her how upset I am… how did a guy like me find such an angel? How did I get so lucky?

I won’t let hell catch up…

She’s my angel.

And I’m in heaven…

Dalal e3yoonh (Part 5)

"Why are we playin it safe?

Love came to show us the way

Love is a change we should take"

(The Lost Get Found- Britt Nicole)

-- Dalal --

We reached our hotel. We were staying at the Grand Resort Lagonissi; saying it was amazing was an understatement.

Hamad told me in the car that he booked a Junior Suite that had its own pool. We had an ocean view yet it would be very private.

When I entered the suite, I noticed it was like a studio apartment with beautiful aqua-colored furniture that was just so refreshing.

Hamad walked in behind me and I heard him lock the door. He pulled my arms and pushed me slowly with my back against the door.

I froze. I was shocked. All I could do was stare into his eyes. They were different. They were…. Hungry.

I saw his lips part. But he didn’t move. Didn’t budge. He just stared back at me. His hands were at either side of my head; there was no escape from him. But he was no threat, I realized.

“Dalali…” He whispered…

“Hamad…” was all I could reply back…

His eyes moved down toward my lips… I unconsciously parted them a bit. “momkn?” Hamad whispered… This is what he meant when he said bya5th 7aggah… but why is he being so gentle in taking what is supposedly his right.

His gaze was torturing me… I was slowly melting… My knees were shaking… all I could do was nod slowly with our eyes still locked together…

He cupped my face with both his hands, and I saw him slowly moving his face towards mine… He planted a soft kiss on my lips. It was just one kiss… He planted another kiss on my cheek… and another on my ear…

He wrapped one arm around my waist while the other was supporting my back; as if he knew I couldn’t support myself anymore… his tenderness was killing me… He held me tight, and his lips were still very close to my ear that I could hear him breathe…

Minutes passed, maybe even seconds, I didn’t know… I felt like we were stuck in that very moment. Time wasn’t passing; and he wasn’t moving.

His smell was intoxicating me. I felt like I was in a comatose. I was in a dream. I was in a fantasy. Nothing made sense. My hands moved; I laid it on his tummy, it was hard, no abs, but it was hard…. I moved it up his chest… “Hamad…” I heard myself say his name… “3yoonh…” he replied in a whisper… I slowly wrapped an arm around his neck, while the other fell slowly around his waist… I laid my head on his shoulder, and hugged him.

Don’t ask me why I did that..

Don’t ask me how I had the power to move when he was this close to me.

And don’t ask me how I had the guts to do it.

I just did.

I had to.

I needed to feel his body close to mine.

I needed to hold on to him for support.

-- Hamad --

When I pushed her against the door, I just wanted to torture her a bit and tease her. I didn’t expect her to respond or even hug me the way she just did… I held her close to me… I breathed her in; she smelled like vanilla. Light vanilla.

Her body was so tiny next to mine; she seemed very fragile. She wasn’t extremely thin; to me her body was perfect; she was thin, with the right curves. But having her in my arms she felt so weak.

She pulled back a couple of minutes later… “The sun is still up. Are we going out?” and there she goes again; like nothing happened.

Hamad: yeah we can go for a walk and have dinner.

Dalal: yeah a7san, 3shan we come back early w nrta7.

I don’t understand her. One minute she invites me in, and the next she acts like nothing ever happened.

Then when I hit on her, she blushes and turns all shades of red. And when I kiss her its like she’s another girl and she kisses me back with no embarrassment and no shame.

I’m not complaining; I find that hot.

But I don’t understand what kind of girl she is; is she the shy type? Formal type? Sexual type? Fun type?

So far I’ve seen her be all four types.

We spent our days in Athens exploring the architecture; we were more of tourists rather than honeymooners.

I learned a lot about her, and she about me.

I think we could call ourselves friends now. She was now comfortable enough to disagree with me and go into deep discussions. She was not as shy as she used to be. Then again she was never that shy, she always stated what was on her mind; she was only shy when I flirt with her, and she still is.

I tried to avoid flirting with her; I kept that on a low level. I wanted us to be friends first, and so did she.

We sometimes held hands; we were comfortable enough to do that. Sometimes even hug. We kissed a couple of times, but nothing too deep…

We wet to places she wanted to visit, like the Acropolis, the Plaka, Thissio, and Monastiraki, that were all part of Ancient Athens.

It was sometimes hard to be her friend; sometimes I wanted more…

-- Dalal --

Things were going great. Hamad was amazing. He was so outgoing and fun to be around. I saw how he charmed the local older women just to draw a smile on their faces, and how he’d play with the kids on the streets as we walked around the city.

Hamad was also full of surprises. He loved them… He loved seeing peoples surprised faces, and then see the smile shape on their faces.

We were walking that day in Kolonaki; it’s a nice area in Athens with galleries and some boutiques.

Hamad: t3arfeen anh we didn’t use the pool eli fl suite?

Dalal: haih adri… I didn’t get any swimwear a9lan…

Hamad: oh ok.

We walked a bit more… We entered a gallery with beautiful sculptures… Hamad disappeared inside; He might have found something he liked.

He appeared again with a small bag.

Dalal: what’s that? (I pointed at the bag)

Hamad: shu? This? (he lifted the bag) a souvenir from the shop eli 3nd el bab

Dalal: laish ma gltliiii?!!!! Ymkn aba a5th shayyy!

Hamad: 5athtlch, (he handed me a set of sketching pencils)

Dalal: awww that’s sweet. Ill need a sketchbook if I wanted to sketch :P

Hamad laughed: lat7ateen 5athtlch ba3ad

Dalal: 5atht masa7ah ba3ad?

Hamad: kaif 3raftii?

Dalal: goool walla?! (shocked)

Hamad: atma95ar! Hahahahahahah

I laughed at his dorkiness…

Hamad: Dalloola… (yes he calls me dalloola now… he mostly calls me dalali though)… 3ady enrd elfndq?

Dalal: yea, sure. The sun is still up though. (I saw his face change)… shay e3awrk?! Hamad shu balak?!

Hamad: mashay ta3ban shway… aba arid…

I unconsciously dragged him outside the gallery and called our car… “shu e3awrk? Awadeek el mstashfa?!!!! Hamad shu feeeek?!!!!” I was panicking; don’t ask me why!

Hamad: Dalaaaaliiiii mafyh shay bs aba arta7… mmkn lo sma7ti u calm down… (he pulled me in a hug and kissed my head) please lat7ateen… ill be fine… bs aba arid el fndq…

Dalal:…… ok…..

The ride back to the hotel was quiet… Hamad held my hand… “asf 5arabt 6al3atna…”

Why was he apologizing?!! Nfaaad fl 6al3ah!!!! Aham shay he’s fine!!

Dalal: aham shay enteh etkon b5eir… Hamad shu balak? Shu estwa?

Hamad: Bt3arfeen yum bno9al el fndq…

We reached the hotel, and I saw him head towards the reception. By the time I reached him he was finished.

He smiled at me and pulled me quick towards our suite…

Dalal: Hamaaadd… shu yaynnk?! Now ur acting weird

Hamad: lat3a9been 3alayh ok?

Dalal: shu saweit?!!!

Hamad: mashay! Ba3adni masaweit shay *grinning* bs ana mb ta3ban *he planted a quick kiss on my lips as he dragged me to our suite*

Dalal: shu? 3yal shu balak?!!

We reached our suite and he pulled me in with a huge smile on his face. I couldn’t help it I had to smile…

Hamad: 5athtlch shay…

He gave me the bag that he got from the “souvenir shop”.

I opened the bag and found tissue paper; I knew there was a gift inside. I was suddenly excited. I threw out the papers and found two pieces of cloth… I took them out… It was a pair of shorts and a tank top.

Hamad: 3shan ngdar ntsaba7 fl 7o’6 (he said in all smiles)

Dalal: awwwwwwww (I had to hug him) thank youuuuu!!! That’s so sweet!!!

Hamad: marmt a5thlch bikini (he said in a quirky way) btfreeny barra3 el 7jrah w ma bt5aleeni abat hnii hehehe

Dalal: zein youm 3raft! Yalla gom etlabbas! Aba atsabba7!!!!!!

I was excited! By the time he came out of the bathroom I was already in the pool; I changed in the room.

It was warm. The ocean view was breathtaking.

Hamad laughed when he saw me, but didn’t join me straight away. He went towards the door and took a small tray that was laid on the floor…

I moved to the edge of the pool waiting for him… He put it in front of me but asked me to keep it closed…

He joined me in the pool and dipped his head in the water to wet himself; he looked hot with nothing but his shorts on. He stood right behind me… closer than he ever stood… his body was so close to mine; his chest was stuck on my back… and his arms were on either side of me.

He lifted the lid, and there laid a plate of strawberries dipped in chocolate… all kinds of chocolate; white, milk, dark, and even pink chocolate!

There was a card on the middle, I opened it… it was empty…Hamad’s lips were now on my ears… he whispered to me in his beautiful husky voice, “To my dear wife… let me show you how to enjoy your husband in the simplest of ways…”

His hands were now on my waist… his touch made me melt… I turned to face him… “Show me…”

He closed the little space that was left between us and crushed my lips with his… He kissed me hungrily… passionately… wildly… I kissed him back just as crazy as he did… I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer…

I felt his hand touch my thigh and lift it… he slowly lifted me off my feet and wrapped my legs around his waist…

He carried me to the middle of the pool while he kissed me and tasted my lips…

He broke the kiss…

“Hamad…” I whispered against his lips… I wanted more… why did he have to stop kissing me… “don’t stop…”

Hamad: ya dalal e3yooy… (he planted a soft kiss on my lips… followed by a peck) I have to stop… wla ill go crazy

Dalal: bs… (I was about to confess, with out foreheads against each other) mashba3t…

Hamad laughed: dallooltyy, lazm tet3alemein etraweeny this part of you fl normal times, mb bs youm we make-out.

-- Hamad --

I saw her blush as I told her that… a7san… 5alha tet3allam… this will push her…

Hamad: 6al3eeni… lat5sheen wayhch 3anni…

Dalal lifted her head and stared into my eyes… I smiled at her…

Hamad: tst7een mni dalloola?

Dalal was blushing again: shway…

Hamad: laish bs et76een eidch around rgbati? Laish matdgeeni?!

Dalal was turning as red as a tomato…. “madri… ma3arf…”

I don’t know if I was pushing her too far. I just didn’t want her to feel like she can’t treat me like her husband. “dgeeni… dgi 9adri… 7si bdagat galbi…” I tried to be as specific as possible so she wouldn’t get the wrong idea. (even though I wouldn’t mind if she got the wrong idea :P)

She slowly moved her hand on my chest… and touched my heart… she moved her other hand to the back of my neck without me telling her… and she started playing with the end of my hair…

I took a strawberry and let her take a bite… I took the last bite of each one she ate… when we finished, she leaned closer and laid her head on my shoulder… I still held her in my arms and her legs were still around my waist…

Dalal: hamad…

Hamad: 3yoonh…

Dalal: 3ady? Lo… asawi shay?

Hamad: klllii lch…

I felt her lips touch my neck… and the kiss turned from a simple peck and into a deep wet kiss… she was exploring my neck… I moved to the edge of the pool and pushed her back against the wall of the pool… I kept one arm under her to support her and laid the other on her neck… I pulled her away, “doori…” and I crushed my lips on her neck…

-- Dalal --

What he did before made me gutsy… it made me follow my instincts… and now he was kissing my neck even more wildly that I was kissing his…

He was torturing me…

I felt like my soul was about to leave my body and fly from excitement.

I heard a small sound escape my throat.

It was deep pleasure…

Hamad was doing it differently…

“Hamad…” I called his name…

I heard him moan against my neck…

I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to my neck… I wanted more…

It felt like he was making love to my neck alone…

Dalal e3yoonh (Part 4)

-- Dalal --

We reached Dubai International Airport and headed to terminal three, the Emirates Airlines terminal. The driver put our bags on a trolley and handed it to Hamad.

Hamad: yalla?

Dalal: *grinning* yalla.

We walked inside silently.

Hamad: ylsi 3al krsi eli mnak… ill check in w bayeech…

Dalal: ma ay wyak?

Hamad: la ma3alaih ylsi w ana bayeech.

I wanted to be with him when he checks-in, I wanted to know where we’re going to. Why did he ask me to sit down, was he one of those jealous freaks? Or is it because he doesn’t want me to know?

I saw our bags taken away and Hamad walked towards me.

Hamad: yalla bnseer el lounge, w etha tbein bnseer el Duty Free 3gb manrayy7.

Dalal: ok… laish maknt tbani awgaf wyak?

He looked at me with a surprised face.

Shit… too blunt… he’s not my dad for me to be this direct with my questions…

A smile was forming on his face, but I had to explain myself…

Dalal: I’m sorry mb qa9di shay. (I bet he could see my face coloring) It’s just that I usually stand next to my dad and I thought it was weird sitting down…

Hamad held my hand as we continued walking… he remained silent for a couple of minutes with a smile on his face…

The touch of his hand sent shivers down my spine… His grip was strong on my hand but it was gentle at the same time.

Hamad: l2ani mabach t3arfeen wein bnseer (he gave me a breathtaking smile)

Dalal: *laughs* ill know eventually, you might as well tell me now.

Hamad: f’6ool? Doodh?

Dalal: *shocked face* haih! F’6ool! Ma7b el surprises yalla tell me *etdale3-ing a bit*

Hamad laughed at my way of trying to convince him, “mkan u love. Never been there but u love it. its full of history and architecture”

Dalal: Italy?

Hamad: la.

Dalal: Turkey?

Hamad: la… bs etha tbeinna enser trkya ma3ndi man3,

Dalal: Hamad tell meeeeeeeeee!

We reached the lounge; he squeezed my hand a bit. “Greece.”

We settled down and he sat in front of me… “Kaif 3raft anh I want to go to Greece?”

Hamad: ebooch galli, w yum chft ur graduation project, 3raft its what you wanted.

Dalal: (he keeps on surprising me) when did you see my graduation project?!

Hamad: In the exhibition. I came to see if you’re pretty or not *grinning* (waw now that’s too honest, but I knew he was teasing me). You redesigned the Parthenon in a very beautiful way. I don’t know how you did it, its one of those buildings that cant be redesigned, but you did.

Dalal: *blushes* thanks… so did you find me pretty? (I had to get back at him and show him that his attitude wasn’t making me gooey, which it was)

Hamad: I married you didn’t I?

Dalal: that doesn’t answer the question. (ya gwatch ya dalloool)

Hamad leaned closer, his face was very close to mine, “no… I didn’t. I found you beautiful”

*blushes for eternity!!!* Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa 7mar!!!!! stay calm! Stay composed!

-- Hamad --

I saw her blush, but she remained calm.

Dalal: wein bnseer fe Greece.

Hamad: Athens kumn youm, Santorini, Crete, Rhodes, Mykonos, Corfu, and Amorgos. A couple of days in each; the whole trip is around 2 weeks and half.

Dalal: those are all islands, romantic islands. Are we gonna have fun? I mean are there any activities?

Hamad: haha lat7ateen shay activities w mabtmleen. But if we’re gonna fall in love we might as well do it in a romantic place and in the right way.

She remained silent after that, but I could see her turning all shades of red and then was lost in thought.

45 minutes later, we headed towards the airplane and found our seats.

The moment we sat down and fastened our seat belts she put on her headphones and turned on her iPod. I was annoyed because I wanted to talk to her, and now she seemed like she didn’t care.

-- Dalal --

I was trying to avoid him. What he said in the lounge was very embarrassing; I understand that at some point we might fall in love, but talking about it and saying that he’s planning it, now that’s extremely embarrassing, no matter how sweet it is.

Hamad: Dalal… * he pulled my headphones from my ears *

Dalal: ouch… what’s wrong?

Hamad: sakri el ipod, egrai athkar esafar… seedh sha3’alti el a’3ani.

Dalal: (so now he’s a m6awwa3?) * fakes a smile* ok.

I kept quiet and didn’t dare to touch my ipod so he wouldn’t lecture me; that’s when I felt his hand on mine.

I didn’t know what to do; I looked at him and saw a smile form on his lips as he watched the safety instructions on the screen… He rubbed his thumb at the back of my hand… It made my heart melt slowly, and made me feel safe.

-- Hamad --

I felt her tense when I touched her, but seconds later she started to relax. I don’t know why I held her hand like that, I just felt like I had to touch her.

The plane took off, and the hours passed, people started closing their windows and the lights were dimed, even though its still daytime outside.

I looked at Dalal and found her watching a movie. I touched her cheek to grab her attention, “ill go stretch my legs, tbeini ayeeblch shay?”

She blushed, “la 3ady. Shukran. I’m good for now.”

But I wasn’t…

Something weird is happening to me.

Every time she blushes I feel like kissing her cheeks so she would blush more.

Every time she talks I feel like I want to record her voice.

I’ve never been like this even as a teenager. Is it because she’s my wife? Or could it be because she’s different?

-- Dalal --

Hamad came back. But he didn’t sit down; he stood in front of me blocking the movie.

Hamad: bassch. Aba asoolf wyach, maleit.

Dalal: 3ady akaml el film w then ensoolf?

Seriously knt aba akaml the movie, it was Something Borrowed, a romantic comedy that I’ve watched with Meero in the cinema and couldn’t get enough of.

Hamad: la. Ba5thlch eyah on dvd w kamleeh fl fndq, solfi wyayh a7een.

Dalal: * sigh* ok. Eyls 3shan ensolf.

OMG!!! He sat on the floor in front of me.

Dalal: eyyyy, laish ylast ta7at! Eils 3ala ur seat!!

Hamad was grinning: maba, beini w beinch hal 7ajz (he pointed to the wooden divider that block us from seeing each other when we’re seated. We can only see each other if we leaned a bit to the front. And this wasn’t a problem since he has been leaning forward all this time.)

Dalal: nzein eils mkani, ana bayls 3al armrest of the seat.

Hamad: ok.

(3anabooh! Jaml! Gool la la walla atma95ar ana bayls on my seat w enti ylsy on urs!!!! HUGE sigh in my head)

I got up and he sat on my seat right next to the window. I was about to move when he grabbed my arms, “wein sayra?”

Dalal (confused): bayls 3al armrest.

Hamad: 7lfi? Mno gal ba5aleech?

He pulled me closer to him and knocked me off my balance. I landed on his lap. SHIT!!! I was sitting on his lap!!!!!!!!

Dalal: aaaaaa… lazm ansh lo el mo’6eefh etmr? Lo 7ad echoofna…

Hamad pulled me closer to his chest, and in a very low and husky voice that made my heart melt away: ma3alaich, everyone is asleep. W elmu’6eefh matmr yum enas rgood… lat7ateen… (and he just hugged me, we sat there in silence)

I was nervous… I was scared… I was excited… What’s happening… what’s gonna happen next… is this normal or are we moving too fast… is he allowed to do this?! AUGH why cant I talk to meeeroooo right now!!! I need her pervy advice!

-- Hamad --

She was shaking, she was scared… I hugged her tighter… I don’t want her to be scared… I want her to feel safe with me… Am I pushing it? Should I let go?

I had to make her feel safe. I had to calm down… I whispered in her ear as her head was on my shoulder, “Dalal…”

Dalal: hmm?

Hamad: laish trtajfein?...

Dalal: im not… (her hand was on my chest, she now gripped my shirt.)

Hamad: latkhafein…

Dalal: im not…

Hamad: 3yal?

Dalal: madri… this is all new to me… (I barely heard her; she was whispering to herself)

Hamad: believe it or not, me too. I’ve never been married before.

Dalal giggled. I felt her ease against me; she wasn’t as tense anymore.

Hamad: el3yooz eli jdamna btn9dm yum btnsh.

Dalal pulled herself away from me but she was still sitting on my lap, “omg! Yal f’6ee7h!”

Hamad: shhhhh (I had to pull her back, I felt like my chest was empty and I needed to hug her, to hold her) btwa3eenha, 5fiii 9ootch.

-- Dalal --

Believe it or not, I was enjoying this.

He tilted my head up, and looked straight into my eyes… His eyes were killing me… They hid a lot of things; things I want to know.

Did I ever mention how gorgeous his eyes were? Yes they’re that gorgeous that I feel like I have to point it out over and over again.

Staring at him made me shy, I had to lower my head.

But he didn’t let me; his hand held my chin and he lifted my head again, “don’t. don’t ever lower your head. 5alleeh dom marfoo3. Tsm3eeni?”

Dalal: inshalla..

Hamad: Dalal… latnazleen rasch yum ba6al3ch. 5alleeni ashoofch. 7ata lo tst7een…

God how embarrassing is this… I turned red; redder than a tomato!

But I couldn’t deny him what he wanted, so I looked at him, when I saw his face getting closer to mine…

The next thing I know it, his lips were on mine… it was a simple peck. I didn’t push him away, but I also didn’t kiss him back. So he kissed me again, this time his lips were all over mine… I couldn’t help it; I kissed him back. I tasted his lips, and let him nibble on mine.

I ran my fingers through his hair. It was soft, maybe half an inch long. I wanted more of him. I unconsciously pulled him closer.

-- Hamad --

I had to kiss her.

I had to satisfy my curiosity. But now it was more than curiosity; it was hunger.

I was hungry for her lips.

She pulled me closer.

It was all I needed to push my tongue into her small mouth; I found tongue and explored it.

I could tell she wasn’t experienced in this. It doesn’t matter; ill teach her everything she needs to know.

Her lips were so soft, and they were mine to kiss.

I had to go slow on her… I pulled back a bit…

I kept my forehead on hers, and slowly pecked her lips over and over again…

Surprisingly, she was still kissing me back. Augh I want to kiss her more. But this wasn’t the right place.

Hamad: Dalal… (I caressed her cheek)

Dalal: Hamad…

Hamad: a’3ar.

Dalal: na3am?! (in the most shocked voice ever, haha she was adorable)

Hamad: haih… laish enti tl3been bsha3ri w ana magdar al3ab bsha3rch.

Dalal: hehehehe cuz im wearing my shailah, duuh

Hamad: adri… w mabach et3geenha. Bs ba5th 7aggi yum bno9al el fndq…

Dalal blushed, “inshalla 5eir,”

-- Dalal --

That was hot, that was very very hot. SHIT I need to tell meero!!

45 minutes later, we reached the airport.

I took out my blackberry from my bag and turned it on. Hamad led the way out.

I opened Meero’s chat:-

Me: PING!!!

Me: PING!!!

Me: PING!!!

Me: PING!!!

Me: You better be awake!!! GOOMI!!!!

Meero: bsmilla!!!! Shu balach!

Me: IT HAPPENED!!!

Meero: OMG!

Meero: U HAD SEX ON THE PLANE?!!!

Meero: DUUUDE EVEN I WOULDN’T DO THAT ON THE FIRST TIME!!!

Me: MEEROO!!! Yal pervert! No that didn’t happen!!!

Me: We kissed ya7mara!

Meero: oh shit! This is even more real! Dallool r u lying?

Me: walla im not!!!!!

Meero: ok! Wait! Breathe! Go kiss him back!

Me: 7lfiiii enti bs?!!! I wont tell him to wait a minute and texts you.

Meero: LOOOOOOOL

Meero: nzein nzein,,,, was he good?

Me: damn good.

Meero: how do you feel?

Me: I want more.

Meero: 6affoooooos!!!! <33333333

Me: CHUB!!! Mashba3t >.<

Me: god it was soo gaf6a! it happened wayd faj2a! and he was so sweet calming me down gabl cuz I was sitting on his lap

Meero: shuuuu?! Ya7mara yalseh 3a reelh ba3ad?!!!! Wein el 7yaaa!!! Wein eli tst7iii!!!

Me: rayli. Kaifi.

Meero: ma9adg *ROFL*

Me: MOVING ON!

Meero: yes moving on, r u gonna kiss again?

Me: No. don’t think so.

Me: im planning on having a full make-out session with him. <<< im joking

Meero: BAABES don’t think u rrrrr!!!

Me: y did I ever become ur friend?

Meero: it wasn’t a choice babes.

Me: nzein now I gtg, we just finished passport control and he got out bags, a7s 3eib

Meero: lat7seen 7abeeby, et2akedai

Me: ok yalla bye

Meero: take me by the tongue nd ill know uuuuu, kiss me till ur drunk and ill show uuu

Meero: sing it to Hamad :P

Me: ass :P

I threw my phone in my bag and found Hamad with our bags next to the car. Waw, that was fast XD

Hamad: khala9ti?

Dalal: yes! * grinning*

Hamad: yalla 3yal *he grinned back*

And we were off to our hotel.