#edser fic

A/N: Sorry for the lack of post. My writing time is limit.

Anyway this chapter isn't perfect but I hope you enjoy regardless.

After spending one of the best days of his life since his diagnosis with Eda. Serkan had hoped they were at a turning point. 

It surprised him when they returned to work, she had returned to her previous attitude toward him. 

Business and civil, but not familiar. Not connected. 

It hurt, but he was willing to bear her hot and cold attitude, hoping to break all her walls down for good. 

He wanted his last days to be filled with love and Eda. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he was willing to fight for it. 

He let her set the pace and tone of their relationship, hoping that as long as he didn’t push her too hard, things would work out how he wanted them to. 

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Summary: This is just my take on what happened in between Edser officially getting back together.

A/N: Warning for Smut and emotions.

This is roughly edited because I had to take my mom to her doctor's appointment.

“I need to see the tattoo.”

Serkan’s words echoed in her head, her heart pounded against her chest. 

If she showed him the tattoo that was it. There was no turning back? 

Was she ready for that? Was she ready to forget the pain, the anger, the regret? Was she ready to leave it all behind and embrace the love in her heart? Was she ready to let her fear go and trust him not to break her? 

Yes, she was. 

Keeping her eyes locked with his she held her hand out to him. 

Serkan slid his hand into hers, and allowed her to pull him inside, he shut the door behind him. His hand tightened around hers, lacing their fingers together as they started up the stairs. 

Eda led him into her room and shut the door behind her. Serkan released her hand to draw her into the circle of his arms. 

One arm circled her waist while the other cup her cheek, his rubbing across her smooth cheek. 

God, she was even more beautiful than the day he first saw her, and her eyes, those beautiful eyes captivated his soul. She had his heart, mind, body, and soul to do whatever she wanted with. 

Eda cupped his face, her nails scratching through his beard. 

Serkan closed his eyes at the feeling, letting himself just be taken over by her closeness and her touch. 

Serkan pulled her more against him, arms wrapping her in a warm embrace. Eda wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging tightly to him. 

Serkan tucked his face in her neck and breathed her intoxicating scent in. 

“I know we have a lot to talk about,” Serkan said, pulling back, his fingers trailing through her soft hair. “And we can’t just sweep everything under the rug but can we just have tonight? Can we keep it simple and just be two people in love spending the night in each other’s arms?” 

Eda leaned up, pressing her lips against his, she pulled back a moment later, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Let it just be us tonight, following our hearts.” 

Serkan's lips met hers in a slow kiss, her hands traced his arms while his smooth over her back down to her hip and back up, his hand slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt. 

Eda had almost forgotten the way his hand could nearly expand her entire back, the heat from his hand was sinking into her skin. Her lips parted on a sigh and Serkan took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping inside and plundering her mouth. 

Sher gripped him tighter, arching into him. She felt like she couldn’t get close enough, breaking the kiss she held his face in her hands, her forehead pressed to his. “Do you still want to see it?”

“See it?” Serkan’s mind was muddled and all he could think about was Eda’s warm skin beneath the palm of his hand, and the taste of her lips, her soft body pressing into his. 

“Our tattoo.” Eda's smile widened as his clear confusion. 

Serkan nodded abruptly. 

Eda reached for the hem of her shirt and lift it slowly, pulling it over her head. Her breasts were encased in a black bra and just beneath her left breast was their tattoo. 

Serkan reached out his thumb brushing against the mark, he scooped her in his arms without warning. 

“Serkan,” Eda exclaimed, her arms going around his neck, 

He gently laid her on the bed and climbed over her, his lips immediately finding the tattoo. 

Eda ran her hands over his shoulders, arching into his mouth as his tongue traced the curved of the tattoo. 

Serkan’s lips slowly moved over the top of her breast, her collarbone, her neck, beneath her jawbone before finally finding her lips again, his body settling perfectly against hers. 

Eda’s fingers found the buttons of his shirt as the kiss deepened. 

Neither broke the kiss when she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, Serkan quickly discarded the shirt and was back to pulling her against him, the skin-to-skin contact like a balm for his lonely soul. 

Eda pushed at his chest and he leaned up on his knees, she followed, reaching for his buckle. 

Serkan watched as she pulled his belt free then reached behind her unfastening her bra and sliding it down her arms and tossing it aside. 

His hands found her breast as she unfastens his jeans, pushing at the material. 

With a groan he moved his hand away from her body and stood, kicking off his shoes and yanking his boxers and pants down. 

He moved toward her and leaned down pressing a kiss to her navel before unfastening her pants, removing her heels, and pulling the fabric down her legs, leaving her in a pair of black lace panties. 

Serkan fought back a groaned. 

Serkan circled her ankles and slid his hands slowly, up her legs, squeezing her calves and thighs, and moving higher until he reaches the thin fabric of her panties resting on her hips. His thumb hooked in the sides and he dragged the small scrap of lace down her legs, tossing it over his shoulder. 

Eda moved further up the bed, holding her arms out to him. 

Serkan follows kissing up her body, starting with her hipbone and working his way up, sucking and nipping at her skin as he went. 

Eda’s breath was labored by the time he reached her, heart-pounding and Eda couldn’t take it anymore, she grasps his face in her hands and pulled back to her mouth. 

Her kiss was needy, a whine leaving the back of her throat. 

Serkan deepened the kiss his mouth plundering hers as his hands mapped out every inch of her skin. 

Eda clenched her thighs as her sex clamped on emptiness. She needed him. Needed to feel him being one with her. Needed to express their love in the most physically intimate way possible. “Please,” 

It was one word but it matched the need and want clawing to the surface inside him. 

His hands gripped the back of her thighs and moved them higher on his hips, he reached between them, sliding the length of his cock between her folds, coating himself in her arousal. 

Eda gasped, her need increasing. "Serkan." 

Serkan positioned the head of his cock at her entrance but didn't push inside of her. His right hand slid back up her body, stopping on her breast to palm it and roll her nipple between his thumbs. 

Eda lifted her hips and the head of his cock slip inside her.

Serkan groaned, his hand on her breast slid higher, gripping her hand he laced their fingers and pinned it to the bed, his other hand held tightly to her hip. "I love you,"

A warmth spread through her, cooling down her desperation. She cupped his cheek. "I love you, too." 

Serkan’s heart felt lighter than it had in years hearing her say the words he longed to hear, the words he dreamed of her saying to him again. 

He kissed her softly before pulling back to lock their gazes and he sunk into her. She wrapped around him tightly, squeezing, he pushed further inside her until he was unsure where she began and he ended. 

Eda’s mouth parted, her chest rising and falling. She felt full and complete with him buried inside her, their fingers laced, his weight over her, his scent surrounding her. 

Serkan kept still, not ready to move, giving her time to adjust and just relishing the feel of being one with her again. 

He leaned forward, placing kisses against her jaw down her neck and over every inch of skin he could reach, his tongue darting out to taste her. 

Eda gasped as his teeth nipped at her collarbone. She buried her hands in his hair and tugged him back to her mouth, kissing him deeply. 

Serkan groaned as she used the back of heels to dig into his ass, trying to push him in deeper. 

He ripped his mouth from her skin and withdrew slowly, before pushing back inside her just as slow. 

Eda gasped, she could feel every inch of him pushing back inside, every thrust, every push, the grind of hips against hers. He built her up slowly, tenderly, and seeing the pleasure on his face, the love in his eyes, God, she couldn’t remember it ever being this intense. 

It was unbelievable and amazing, soon, she was writhing beneath him, saying his name again and again. The coil of heat inside of her pulling tighter and tighter. 

She was so close, but she needed more. Somehow, he wasn’t close enough. How was that possible when he was buried so deep inside her? 

“Serkan, please, Serkan,” She pleaded. 

“Eda,” Serkan groaned, he released his grip on her and arm, bracing himself on his elbows, he gathered her in his arms and Eda shifted her legs higher, her thighs squeezing around him, hands clinging tightly to his back. 

Much to Eda’s dismay, Serkan kept up the slow thrust, but it was somehow worse as her chest was pressed so tightly against his, she could feel the beat of his heart against her breast, his body hard against her soft one. 

When Serkan’s mouth found her neck as he kept up with his thrust she lost it, she writhed beneath him, needy whimpers pulled from the back of her throat. “Please.” She clamped down on him, trying to pull him in deeper. 

“Fuck,” It was Serkan’s undoing, he pulled back and snapped his hips back against hers driving into her hard and fast. 

Eda threw her head back in pleasure, she met him thrust for thrust as he drove into her deeper and deeper. 

Her eyes slid shut, losing sight of everything else as the pleasure consumed her. When his teeth grazed across her skin, he grounded his hips against her, his cock pushing against a spot inside her that had her seeing stars behind her closed eyelids, she came without warning, his name pulled from her chest.

Serkan groaned as she came around him, her walls sucking him in deeper, squeezing his dick, he felt a tingle in his balls. His cock pulsing, losing his rhythm he came a few thrusts later as she squeezed him for every drop he had, his face buried in her neck as he groaned her name over and over.

Serkan kept his weight, braced on his arms as Eda’s hand smooth through his hair and slid down his back, her touch loving. He pressed his lips to her neck, just breathing her in.  

Eda pressed a kiss to his shoulder and whimpered when he eased out of her.

Eda turned over onto her side and reached behind her for him, Serkan came willingly wrapping himself around her, his arm curling around her waist and holding her against him. 

Eda grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and holding it to her chest. 

“I missed you.” Serkan pressed his lips against her neck. 

Eda, tired, lifted his hand to her lips and kiss each knuckle before burrowing back against him, struggling to keep her eyes open. 

Serkan tightened his arm around her dragging her back against him and tuck his face into her neck, letting his own body finally rest. 

When morning came Serkan felt like he was living a dream, Eda was in his arms, her naked skin pressed against his, and somehow how she was even more beautiful in the morning than the night before. 

A/N: Thanks for reading.

Carefully abstracting himself from around her, he went to the bathroom, relieved himself, washed his hands, and pulled on his boxers. 

He returned minutes later with a rose in hand, he placed it on the nightstand, removed his boxers, liting the bed cover he slid back under and gently pulled Eda back into his arms, relaxing as she curled into him, her breast pressed into his side, her head on his chest and her hand resting over his heart. He grabbed the rose and held it, waiting for her to open those beautiful brown eyes, hoping it will be the start of their lives together. 

Eda did not know what she was doing, or why she was doing it. This was the first time in 25 years of her life that she had felt defeated and helpless. Caught in a series of unfortunate circumstances, and life’s treacherous ploughs, she was once again left alone. Her parent's untimely death had left scars on her soul, she could not escape the demons of her past. When Serkan entered her life, she believed that life would be easier. She will finally have someone, who will help her to breathe in the confines of a dark, closed room.

Little did she know, life does not work according to our beliefs. Destiny had plans for her, thrilling yet gruesome. She had imagined getting graduated, with a degree in landscape architect with hope and happiness in eyes. She did graduate, but there was nothing instead of anguish, and loneliness in her eyes.

Not even in her wildest dreams she had imagined to lose Serkan, her first true love. She was so used to be pampered by his love and affection that for once not being on the receiving end broke her into pieces.

It had been eight months since that fateful day. They heard that his plane went missing, they were supposed to get married. Once she had waited for her parents to come and take her away, but they never came back. This time she waited for Serkan to come and make her his lawful wife but he never.

If this trauma wasn’t enough already, she was met by another volcano that hit her so hard that she couldn’t believe she had managed to survive that pain.

He forgot her.

He didn’t have any memories of her.

He hated her.

Serkan Bolat was no longer her Robot Bolat.

After his arrival to Art Life, Eda had imagined it would be difficult to revive those memories he had forgotten but she hadn’t imagined that it would be nearly impossible to win back his love. It was as if he had returned with a stone instead of heart.

Her numerous attempts, pleadings, actions, could not move him. She wondered what was missing that he could not see her as his soulmate anymore.

She tried and tried and one fine day, Eda gave up, for his sake. It took a great deal of courage for her to accept the fact that he was not in love with her, and he won’t fall for her again. It was useless to torment him with her forceful behavior.

He wanted the holding. Of course

It was exactly why he had borne her existence around him for six months otherwise, he would have kicked her out of his life the moment he back to Art Life that day.

Yes, she was giving up on love. Not because she was a coward but because she was selfless, and she chose his happiness over hers. His happiness lied with his work and Selin.

Selin was his logical decision. She was the one, who fitted his lifestyle.

After the failure of her attempts, Eda decided to accept the job proposal from a renowned architect company in Paris, Alcmea.

She had been disregarding it for his sake but eventually Eda decided that it was meant for her. She was longer meant for Serkan or Istanbul. She had to leave for his peace and her sanity. There was no point of living in Istanbul after selling her shares to Serkan, there was no point of breathing the same air after losing him to Selin.

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One last time

She breathed nervously, wearing her silver earrings gifted by Aydan Bolat herself as a graduation present. Ferit and Ceren had thrown her a part before her farewell party, there was no excuse to avoid for otherwise they all would have thought that she is leaving with a sad heart.

Not that they were believing her otherwise.

She had to wear the mask of a jubilated Eda, who finally got the chance to work abroad, and make her dreams come true. She had a long way to go and Eda had decided that she won’t allow her failed love story to come in the way of her career. That’s something she was assertive of.

Clad in a long black evening gown, she looked breathtaking like always.

Yet he won’t notice. Neither her dress nor the charm bracelet she was wearing tonight. Not as a hope but as a way to get rid of some memories.

If she had decided to move on, and leave everything behind, she had to let go.

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Eda arrived late at the party; it was her way to avoid him. She wanted to meet everyone one last time for few minutes and leave as soon as possible.

He was looking for someone, her heart did not skip a beat because it wasn’t her. His eyes immediately caught Selin’s and she could tell his eyes only searched her.

Ferit announced everyone to get on the floor with their respective partners for a dance. Well, she didn’t have one so he offered her his hand immediately. Probably to save her from the embarrassment.

“You don’t have to, I’m fine.” She muttered shyly.

“Oh, come on! By the way, I wasn’t going to invite Selin, Ceren insisted because then it would’ve been odd.”

“That wouldn’t have changed anything! There’s no way he’s coming back even if Selin isn’t around.”

“He’s brainwashed by her Eda-”

Eda cut him off immediately, “Don’t- Ferit please Don’t. Have you brought the ring? Ceren is anticipating the proposal, if you’re late this time she will probably fly to Paris with me.” She joked, hiding the pain behind her eyes.

“All’s set. It will be soon, and you’ll be the first person to hear about it.” He winked and twirled her.

He caught her.

She was in his arms just like old times.

Breathe Eda. Not Anymore.

She held her head high in defiance, acting unaffected by his touch. She didn’t blame him for anything. It did hurt her though that he didn’t keep his promise of falling in love with her hundred times.

He had said that if he was born a hundred times, he will fall for her. He couldn’t live up to his words in the same life. Yet, she had no complaints, she accepted this as destiny’s decision and decided to remain determine in her stance.

She was acting good enough, not even for a second he could feel her nervousness or accelerated heartbeat.

She remained silent, closely following their twirling feet, and entwined hands. Acting as if perfecting this dance was the only thing she was interested.

He broke the silence by clearing his throat. “When is your flight?”

“Tonight” Her reply was simple, devoid of any emotions.

“have a safe flight Eda Yildiz.”

“Sao” She passed an awfully professional smile, avoiding to look at him in the eye. Though she could feel his gaze on her. His eyes hadn’t left her face for a second.

Why does he want now?

He placed his hands on her waist, his masculine hands perfectly fitted her petite waist like always.

Her arms were entwined around his neck securely. One last time, she wished to touch him. There were boundaries by inhaling his wood scent was more than enough.

Gladly, he pulled her closer by himself. She didn’t have to struggle. There was nothing intimate about that gesture. He was just dancing.

‘You look beautiful.’ He uttered silently. Eda knew him enough to tell that his compliment escaped his lips without taking permission from his mind.

It doesn’t matter.

“You too.”

“Beautiful? Me?” He raised his eyebrow in curiosity.

“Pardon if you don’t appreciate to be referred with a feminine adjective.” He was trying to be funny but Eda was beyond exhausted to indulge in a friendly conversation. She was not going to surrender.

‘I- I didn’t mean that.” He attempted to explain himself. “Where would you be staying in Paris?”

Eda wanted to tell him that she had chosen the apartment that he had bought for them few days before their wedding. She wanted to tell him that their apartment in Paris was waiting for them but she decided against it.

“Deniz arranged a place.” Something inside her pushed her to say that.

“His place?” He asked incredulously, tightening his grip around her waist.

“You need not to know.” She denied him simply. A part of her knew that he wasn’t affected by these childish jealousy stunts but yet her impulsive self couldn’t from being so open about it.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t my place to ask you about it.”

He waited for her to say anything but she remained awfully quiet. He was not used to this. He was not used to her ignoring him.

Eda began to feel suffocated, the tips of his fingers were drumming against her bare back, synching with the music of piano. She had to let go or she would faint in his arms or breakdown into tears immediately.

“Excuse me.”

She distanced herself from his embrace, they hadn’t realized in the darkness of the room that they had been barely inches away from each other.

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This place was special, they had their contract right at this spot, fought, expressed love, he broke up wit her here, and the last beautiful memory was, when he gifted her that charm bracelet.

She was wearing it tonight.. Of course, he hadn’t noticed that too.

Eda was staring at the stars, this was her last night in Istanbul. She didn’t plan to come back ever.

“It must be hard for you eda hanim” Her thought process was disrupted by Erdem. Their bond had strengthened over the course of eight months.

“You know very well that I have seen experienced something even harder than this Erdem.” She replied in misery but both knew that Eda was talking about something. Something that was known by him but not anyone else in that office.

“Don’t you think he should know?” Erdem said, scared of her reaction

“There is nothing he should know, as if what he knows already had made any difference”

“I always wonder if I had told fifi about my feelings in a much serious manner, she might had stayed.” Erdem sighed. This side of Erdem was only known to Eda, even she was amazed that this one existed.

“We can't stop the ones who want to leave”

“But he deserves to know- at least- about the baby” Erdem hesitated, he did not want to bring this up but considering this as her last night in Istanbul he wished she’d listen to him.

“Erdem git.” Eda looked at him surprised. Her eyes brimmed with tears and pain. She wasn’t mad at him but surprised that he chose to remind her of that night.

“I’m stupid, an absolute fool but I do know one thing that no father deserves-” He wasn’t stopping, he mustered the courage to finish his sentence.

“I’ve already burdened him with the forgotten memories of our love. I can’t make him think about a baby who died before coming to this world.” Hiding her pain behind her mask, she took a sip from her wine. Showing as if talking about this wasn’t shattering her soul into a million pieces.

“Erdem, You and leyla are the only ones who know about my miscarriage. You have kept your word till now, I expect that both of you will keep your word and continue to hide this truth from everyone.”

“Till my last breath, Eda hanim.” Erdem’s voice broke, he hugged Eda instantly. She led out a chuckle and hugged him back.

Erdem was indeed annoying but he had been there for her at a very crucial stage of her life. His support helped her through the most difficult phase of her life.

She had kept her pregnancy as a secret. She was not in the condition to come to terms with the fact herself.

It was only leyla and erdem, who knew. They were there, that night when it happened.

“I have to go.” She sniffed.

Erdem bid her goodbye and turned his back to find a stumped figure of none other than Serkan Bolat himself.

They froze.

What do you know about pain?

It never ends

What do you about healing?

It takes time

What do you know about realizations?

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So here we go. The first short piece.

I don't own any of the characters or the show. They all belong to Sen Çal Kapımı writers, the production company and FOX channel. This is only fanfiction.

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Married Shenanigans. Part 1.

Eda's feet were barely touching the ground. She still couldn't believe all of it was actually real. Her and Serkan got married today. They were now officially husband and wife. And she... She was no longer Eda Yıldız. From now on she was Eda Bolat. Even the thought alone made her grin like a lunatic as she was zipping her suitcase. She brought it downstairs and placed it by the door the exact moment the doorbell rang. She swung the door open. What Eda saw was truly sight to behold - her new husband, grinning from ear to ear and bouncing on his feet. Serkan Bolat was bouncing. Eda let out a giggle at that.

"Ne?" Serkan asked, a little bashfully.

"Nothing," Eda responded with a smile and a shake of her head.

"So, are you packed and ready?"

"Yeah," Eda nodded at her suitcase by the door.

Serkan eyed it sceptically, then looked at Eda.

"Are you serious? Another suitcase with flipflops inside?"

"What? No! I have everything I need there".

"What about the rest of your stuff? Because I was going to hire a movers truck to bring it all to our place so you can, you know, move in".

"I, well, I... I haven't packed anything yet," Eda stuttered, a bit lost.

"What? Why? Eda!"

"I didn't really have time! Everything happened so quickly! Our engagement, then henna night and all the craziness after it. And then the wedding. I have barely had enough time to breathe, let alone pack my whole life".

"Fine, we'll do this together next week".

"Next week?"

"Yes, we're taking a week off".

"Why?" Eda asked confused.

"Because we're newlyweds, it's our honeymoon. You know, it usually follows the wedding," Serkan explained, as if talking to a child.

"A honeymoon. We're going to have a week-long honeymoon?"

"Yes, Eda!"

"Who are you?" Eda teased him with a smile.

"You know, there's this amazing, beautiful, smart, funny woman. Eda Bolat is her name. Well, I am her husband," Serkan retorted, his own grin risking to split his face in two.

He pulled Eda to him and she went willingly. Serkan pecked her lips softly and squeezed Eda's hand.

"Get your flipflops and let's go home," Serkan murmured.

They went hand in hand to Serkan's car. Shortly after they arrived at Serkan's apartment which was now their home. Serkan even went as far as carry a laughing Eda over the threshold. They got Eda's suitcase into the bedroom upstairs and fixed a light late dinner together. Even though they had had a small wedding reception with their loved ones, neither of them had touched any food, too wired to eat. So they were both pretty hungry. After having eaten, they started cleaning up together. Perfect team work with Eda washing the dishes and Serkan drying them.

Eda rinsed the last plate and handed it to Serkan, who was standing to her right, facing the stairs leading to the second level of the apartment. Serkan started drying the plate but his gaze was fixed on the stairs, his brows furrowed, as if he was calculating something.

"What's wrong?" Eda asked him softly.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong. Just thinking".

"What are you thinking about?"

"It's a good thing you haven't packed your stuff and we haven't moved it here. Because we're gonna need to find a new place," Serkan said, still looking at the stairs, but with a hint of suspicion and weird hostility.

"What? Why? What's wrong with this place?"

"Well, these stairs, for one. Look at them. They're not fit for children. They're dangerous".

Eda's could swear that her brain short circuited.

"Children? What children?"

"Our children," Serkan said without even blinking.

He said it with such calm and confidence that Eda couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, we have some children I don't know about?" she asked teasingly.

Her words made Serkan tear his gaze from the stairs. He got a bit flustered, the tips of his ears turning slightly red.

"Well, I mean... I mean when we have children. When we decide that we're ready. Then. Then we'll have to... You know... Make sure there are no... dangerous stairs".

"Yeah, definitely. We will. But now is not the time. I mean, I need to finish my education first, get my degree. And you have so much work, so many projects".

"Of course. You will get your diploma. And there's your dream to go to Italy. We will go together. And then... well..."

"And then, yes. We will grow our family," Eda agreed with a smile.

Serkan gifted her with a somewhat shy smile of his own.

"You know, I never thought about kids. I never really wanted to be a father. But with you... With you I want it all," he confessed.

"Our feelings are mutual, Serkan Bolat. One day".

"One day," Serkan nodded.

Eda

The man was infuriating. She barely noticed it was raining outside, that am as how angry she was. It was like talking to a door. He didn’t get it. ‘Eda, wait. Eda!’ She couldn’t believe she thought he was actually about to apologize to her. What was she thinking? Serkan Bolat apologized to nobody. ‘What? Eda what? What do you still want from me?’ He stopped her and pulled her forward, but he didn’t have to because it happened again. What always happened with them whenever they were this close. His hand cupped her cheek, eyes trained on her lips while he covered them with his own surprisingly soft ones. She always thought that whenever they kissed again for real it was going to be hard and aggressive, but it wasn’t. 

Their kiss was filled with purpose, but he was kissing her so tenderly, she couldn't remember how to breathe. His mouth opened, making hers to do much of the same. Then, as if he was drinking her in, he angled his head to kiss her as deeply as he could and as it happened the first time, she put her hands on both sides of his face. And she felt his also cradling her face.  It was like they were both afraid of what it would happen when their kiss ended, which made her kiss him even harder. He groaned deep in his throat when she did that, sliding one of his hands to the back of her neck, while he put his other arm around her waist and brought her lower body right against his. Every hard muscle of his body was pressed up against hers, and she could feel every one of them while they kissed. She felt she was running out of air and began to bring her head back a little, only to feel his hand tightening a bit at the back of her head. He was mistaken if he thought she wanted to end their kiss,  she just didn’t want to face what was coming afterwards. She was sure he was going to go all cold robot on her. Slowly, he put his forehead against hers, their breaths still mingling, eyes closed, ‘talk to me. Will you come back to the house with me?’ 

‘Eda, lütfen? It’s pouring down here.’ She noticed he had her hand tight in his, looked up at him, nodded her head and followed him inside, wishing they could also postpone that conversation for another whole day...