soft love.

[ ! ] content warning: kissing, body image, alcohol, physical violence

AYÇA AYŞIN TURAN / muhtemel aşk - 1.01

yes, everyone knew the rule : stay away from coach's daughter. he wasn't one to risk being flayed alive, to have his career fucked with just for … okay, she was beautiful and definitely would be worth it. but she had hardly ever spared him more than a passing glance, and blaise wasn't an idiot. “ i doubt the world is going to end if we use the ice at the same time. ” dark hues flick over her petite frame ––– fleeting, but it was still longer than he should have been looking at her. sighing, hand lifts to run through his hair. “ respectfully, if he can't trust me to occupy the ice alongside you, then he probably shouldn't be coaching a team that pays me millions to do my job. ” it wasn't the same, he knew ; but blaise had a reputation as a good player. a clean player. of all the guys on the team, he was least susceptible to fucking around with one of his bosses' daughters. “ unless, ” he starts to move backward over the icy surface, in the direction of the net he intended to use at the other end. “ what you're really saying is you can't be trusted around me. ” a smirk curves his lips upward.

"you wish," the brunette quickly fires back, a breathless laugh escaping her petals before she can hold it back. her honeyed gaze remains lcoked on his, couldn't break eye contact even if she wanted to. even when he begins to glide bacward across the pristine surface. it's infuriating how comfortable he is, how completely unfazed he always seems to be by everything. she pushes off the ice, gliding forward and a few feet to follow his keeping just enough distance between them to maintain her composure. "and just so you know, my dad doesn't care about your multi million dollar contract when it comes to me." she points out with a small shrug, although she does wish her father wasn't so suffocatingly overprotective at times. "anyway, rest assured, you're not my type."

“   possessiveness   looks   good   on   you, ” whispers   the   words,   brims   nearing   hers   before   pressing   a   soft   kiss   against   her   plump   ones. “ don't   think   my   missus   would   appreciate   that,   but   i   do   like   you   better   in   my   clothes   than   her. ” brunette   bombshell   looks   good   in   everything,   not   like   his   usual   whims.

the mere mention of the other woman makes her heart sink into her stomach, but she pushes it away. like she always did, because right here, in this illict pocket of time they carved out for themselves, she couldn't afford to let reality bleed in. a tight, bitter little smile touches her petals for a fleeting second before she leans forward to capture his lips with her own in another quick kiss. "i do look quite good in your clothes, don't i ? "

she met challenge head on; with one, seemingly small, step forward, erasing what little distance remained between them. quite literally and figuratively, they were in uncharted territory, Danny unable to recall a time when they'd ever stood as close as they did, now. checkmate. felt himself lose a bit of composure, heart kicking, hard, against ribs, as he looked down upon her, finding it near impossible to discern what was real, and what was merely said to get a rise out of him, when she was looking at him like... that. “you’re such a fuckin’ tease... Wilson. you know that?” words followed by a frustrated shake of his head, before he relents, with a quiet huff. “ya’ want me to kiss you? fine... fine, I’ll kiss you.” – and that, he does. head cocking, warm hands lifts to cup Sydney’s cheeks, – then, before rational thought could interject, his mouth is on hers. immediately, he finds himself all too swept up in her, in a way that made knees uncharacteristically weak, leaving one hand to reach for wall, behind them, to steady himself, as the other found her waist. he didn’t pull away until air became an absolute necessity; though, when he did, the gravity of their actions seemed to hit him, all at once. taking a few, unsteady, steps back, both hands raised to rest atop his head, as he tried to catch his breath. “satisfied?”

when he finally agrees, the brunette can hardly believe her ears. but then again, the amount of alcohol running through her system right now makes it hard to separate reality from the intoxicating fog blurring the edges of the room. when his large palms lift to cup her cheeks, the tiniest gasp is stolen straight from her throat, warm gaze fluttering shut a fraction of a secondbefore his mouth captures hers. it's entirely different from anything she could have ever anticpated, a sudden heat that burns away years of carefully  constructed boundaries in a single heartbeat. the brunette finds herself melting into him, manicured fingers instantly knotting into the fabric of his shirt to pulling him closer, needing him close enough so the room would stop spinning. the kiss is everything it shouldn't be, intoxicating, consuming, and by the time he pulls away, she can hardly think straight. "um," she begins, fingers slowly dropping from his chest as she nods in response. she's more than satisfied, but at the same time, it's not nearly enough. "it wasn't bad."

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dark eyes roll ––– overabundant confidence hardly fooling her. “ isn't that what every guy thinks? ” props her chin atop one hand, amused glint in her eyes while watching him. “ heterosexual men are so sick. spend two minutes between a woman's legs, and you all think you've mastered the art of making her cum. ” gives a slight shake of her head. “ sounded like she was faking it to me. ” not that she had been listening that intently ––– obviously. to his point : their apartment had thin walls. “ i know. like i said : i'll play music next time. ” reaching forward, meliha steals the beer from his hand, unashamed as he takes a swig ––– eyes locked on his. smug pop of her lips as she hands it back. “ your cute lil blonde puck bunny joining you for your away games now, hmm? ”

"oh, i know how to make a girl cum, but don't just take my word for it, you should try it." not that she would, but he couldn't resist throwing the bait out anyway, just to see if she'd bite. maybe if he did it often enough, one day she would. he lets out a low chuckle as she intercepts his beer, dark gaze tracking the movement of her petals against the mouth of the bottle with nothing but amusement in his gaze. "which one? you know i have a thing for blondes, but no, no one's joining me, i prefer to keep my business and my pleasure strictly segregated when i'm on the clock." fingers settle the bottle between them after he takes another sip, head tilting to the side. "but i love how closely you're tracking my roster, it's cute, really."

question lingers between them. does she mean it ? safer not to answer, not to acknowledge the way his proximity still knots something deep inside her chest. how impossible it is to look at him and not remember every version of herself he'd met. “ i don't know what you came here looking for, isaiah, ” voice steadies as arms fold across her chest, creating a barrier where distance no longer exists. “ but i don't think you're gonna find it. ” chin lifts defiantly, though conviction wavers the moment eyes lock with his. those damn eyes, still warm and familiar, capable of making her feel sixteen years old and hopelessly lost. “ you help other people keep their skeletons hidden. ” accusation lands sharp, softened only by the sadness threatening beneath them. “ i didn't hide — i moved on, ” a beat passes, “ there's a difference ... one means you're running away, the other means you're smart enough to know when it's time to let go. ”

she's opening up wounds, turning over stones that he had spent years trying to cement into place. hearing her that she's moved on, it's a bitter pill to swallow, especially when he can still that faint familiar flicker of htat sixteen year old girl hiding behind the walls she's built. "moved on?" he repeats, the words tasting like ash on his tongue. a low, humorless chuckle escapes him, his jaw tightening as he refuses to back down an inch, his towering frame remaining firmly in her personal space. "is that what you call this? wrapping yourself in a polished new life and pretending the foundation isn't built on the exact same dirt?" can't help in just a fraction closer, steely blues boring into hers. "we're one and the same, babygirl. we've always been." everything he's ever done, every ugly truth he's ever buried, has been to keep the fallout from reaching her. even if she was completely unware at the time. "you didn't move on, you just got better at pretending."

the words land exactly where they're meant to. cruel not because she's wrong, but because she isn't. henrik goes still, gaze dropping between them as if the answer might somehow be waiting there. “ you think i don't know how unfair this is ? ” asks softly, exhaustion bleeding through polished composure. “ i know how it looks, ayla. i know it sounds like i'm asking for credit, when i'm miserable about a choice i'm still making. ” jaw tightens, eyes briefly shutting as frustration flashes across features. for a moment, all he can do is watch her retreat from him, as though the distance might somehow make this easier. “ i'm not trying to ruin your life ... i just thought you deserved to know. ” even if the truth might be harrowing. hues lifts back to hers, painfully honest despite himself. “ i don't know how to choose between the life i've spent twenty-eight years being raised for ... and the person i love. ” swallows hard, ache settling in his chest.

 it wasn't fair. none of this was fair. and the more she heard, the more she could feel that familiar, phantom pressure of her walls collapsing all over again. that suffocating static beigns to buzz loudly at the base of her skull,  her mind instantly kicking into an agonizing, loop. he loved her. her. not the person he was meant to marry. her brain repeats his words, over and over, desperate to count them, to measure the exact distance between his duty and his desire, as if there was even such a thing. "you think i deserved to know?" she repeats, letting out a soft, humorless chuckle. "you didn't tell me because i deserved to know, henrik. you told me to unburden yourself." the brunette accuses, her voice cracking under the weight of her own pain. "i — i can't do this. i can't keep playing a part in a loop where i'm always the one left waiting on the sideliens for you." especially when he would never choose her, she was sure of it. slender legs take another step back, fingers clenching tighter into her palms. "if you loved me enough, the twenty eight years wouldn't even be a question."

"you'll eat it even if it's terrible," she murmurs softly, tone teasing. he's done it before for her, accepted some awful meal thrown together when they were younger and she didn't understand a thing about how to work anything in the kitchen. things had changed plenty since then, teaching herself everything she's needed to know while practically raising herself. now, ever since things have shifted between them after she returned, he's never needed to complain and she'll make sure he never does. when he steps away, she moves around to prepare everything, heating it all up with ease to set down the plate of risotto with mushrooms and smiling up while taking in his handsome features moving toward her. "good timing." nodding her head toward the table, she waits until he takes a seat before pressing a kiss to his brow. "what do you want to drink?" she asks while lifting her own glass of wine for a sip, feeling the comfort from it as much as that comfort she has only ever gotten with him.

it doesn't take more than twenty minutes for him to clean up and change into something comfortable, leaving him feeling human for the first time all day. the mere sight of the mushroom risotto waiting for him on the table makes his stomach give an appreciative rumble, but it's the sight of her that actually makes the tension fully drain from his shoulders. "it smells amazing," he comments, sinking into the chair as he leans into the brief, sweet press of her petals against his brow, warm hues closing for a second to just savor it. "water is fine for now, save the good stuff for yourself." he picks up the fork, taking a proper bite before letting out an appreciative murmur. "now this has to be the best thing i have tasted in weeks," he comments with a chuckle, "you really outdid yourself."