ZeyBar One Shots -DoğduğunEvKaderindir

1. Taste of Heaven

Based on the fragman for Ep27. How much do I love that Barış and Zeynep are finding their way to each other romantically?? Ah my shipper heart is full 🥰❤️. He's been her rock, and she's been his shoulder to lean on. They are so deserving of each other. My #ZeyBar ship is finally sailing🔥

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Barış

Barış groaned as the heat coursed through his body. He moved around on the bed trying to find a comfortable position, turning his head restlessly as he sought a cooler spot to lay on. He stilled when his face turned into something soft and warm and comforting.

He'd know that scent anywhere. Was he dreaming up Zeynep's scent? Is that was this fever was doing to him?

He buried his face into the softness and inhaled. Ah, this was a good way to go - in the arms of the woman he loved, he thought, smiling to himself.

This was by far the best dream he'd had in the longest time. He desperately wanted it to be real. He wished he could hold her close, touch her, kiss her, taste her sweetness.

"Zeynep," he murmured, his arms going up to circle her, needing to draw her closer to him.

In his dream, she seemed to sense what he wanted. She lowered her head to his, her hair falling like a curtain around his face. He lifted his head, closing the distance between them, his lips finding her's instinctively. He pressed his mouth to hers, their noses aligning just right - like two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly, as if they were meant to be.
Heaven, he thought, I'm in heaven.

Zeynep

Zeynep sat at the edge of the bed watching worriedly as Barış tossed and turned. She had been wiping his face down with a cool cloth and it seemed to be helping, but he was clearly still uncomfortable. He moved his head against the pillow trying to find the perfect spot. He grunted in frustration before rolling and finding her thigh - sighing in comfort as he settled his head on it.

Zeynep froze, she didn't have the heart to move his head back onto the pillow. The poor man looked so much more peaceful as he snuggled into her lap.

She smiled indulgently, remembering their dance lesson from the previous day. He was so intent on getting it right - fully immersed in the process, but still so self-deprecating and playful.

She remembered too the feelings that he evoked inside her, when she spun into him, when he held her against his body, when his lips moved in slow motion towards hers while still giving her time to step away - that fluttering in her chest, the little fires that burned inside her as he breath fanned her face. 

Then the spell had been broken by the sound of Emine and Savaş coming back in the the room.
They had jumped apart immediately, but the warmth of his big hands lingered on her body and in her mind.

She gently brushed back the hair from his forehead, feeling the skin to gauge his temperature. His forehead felt damp but his fever seemed to be breaking. She sighed in relief.

"Zeynep," he mumbled. She couldn't hear what he was saying, so she lowered her face closer to him, "Efendim Barış Bey?" She automatically corrected herself, "Barış"

He raised his arm to hold her by the shoulder. With his eyes still closed, he lifted his head and planted his lips on hers, zeroing in without hesitation, as if he knew her face like a map he'd read a hundred times.

Time stood still in that moment. Zeynep toes curled and her heart beat hard in her chest. The sensible urge to pull back was suddenly overwhelmed by an intense yearning to stay and savor.

Her lips puckered ever so slightly in an involuntary response as  she guided his head back down to her lap before she drew away.

She placed trembling fingers to her still tingling lips, shaken by her response to him. His eyes remained closed, but his lips curved into a small happy grin, and she allowed herself a tiny smile in response.

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Barış woke to the sun streaming in through the window. He placed a hand to his forehead and was relieved that he was no longer feverish. He opened his eyes slowly to find Zeynep sitting next to him. She'd tied her hair up in a loose bun on the top of her head, almost using it as a pillow as she leaned against the headboard, fast asleep.

He took a moment to gaze at her. She looked beautiful like always, but more importantly, she looked peaceful.

That's all he ever wanted for her - to be at peace with herself and her choices.

"Zeynep", he said softly.

She awoke with a start. "Barış!" She touched his forehead, and heaved a sigh of relief. "It looks like your fever broke. I'm so glad!"

"Have you been here all night?" he asked, his voice apologetic.

She looked at him puzzled. Did he not remember anything? Oh well, perhaps it was for the best.

She smiled at him, amused, "I have."

His eyes roamed her face, settling on her lips. A memory flickered. He lifted his arm slowly, his hand palming her cheek, his thumb landing on her lips.

Her eyes widened, but she didn't move.

He ran his thumb slowly across her full lips, "Did I.....?"

Her lips parted in a tender smile against his thumb, "You did...."

His eyes darkened as he remembered. "I thought it was a dream...", he said huskily.

His hands moved to the back of her neck, pulling her gently towards him until her lips were mere inches from his.

He wanted to recreate the moment while he was awake - so he could stamp it in his brain and remember it forever. His hand slid up the back of her head and pulled the hair-tie gently out.

Her silky soft hair tumbled down and cascaded around them - like a curtain shutting the rest of the world out. He inhaled deeply, her scent filling his senses again.

"I've been dying to do this," he breathed against her lips.

"You already did." She whispered, her lips widening into a teasing smile.

"Not like this." He pressed his mouth to hers, soft and tender at first, but more demanding as she responded to him. His lips coaxed her lips open, his tongue swept her mouth and stroked her tongue -she tasted sweeter than he ever imagined. He sucked on her lips, and she moaned into his mouth.

His body stirred in response and it took every bit of strength to reel himself in. He needed her, all of her - body and soul. But she was not ready.

He wanted her to give herself to him wholly, completely - without doubt or regret. And he realized in that moment, without a shadow of doubt, that he was willing to wait for her no matter how long it took.

But for now he was happy with this little taste of heaven, and the promise of so much more.

~~fin~~

Notes(2020-01-11)

Just a little something short and sweet. Hope you liked it.

I feel like that kiss will launch many fanfics lol. And I really hope the show decides to see this relationship through because they both deserve to be happy - with each other.