-- 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.
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