New Beginnings: ZeyBar One-Shots

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Barış put the car into park and took the key out of the ignition. "We're here," Barış said quietly, looking over at Zeynep. She was so, so beautiful in her dress--she took his breath away. Her silky dark hair fell in soft waves down her back and around her face, and he wanted to run his fingers through it, hold her head in his hands and bury his nose in her hair and inhale her jasmine scent.

He still couldn't believe it; she was his wife. Everything had happened so quickly after he asked her to marry him and she surprised the hell out of him by saying yes--seven times, she said yes-- and she made him the happiest man alive.

After Mehdi and the baby and Benal and the shooting, they just needed to be happy; they needed to do something for themselves, to join their lives and show everyone that they were a united front, that nothing could tear them apart, that every obstacle just made them stronger. And neither one of them could wait to be married.

***

"Barış, let's get married," Zeynep said, snuggling deeper into his chest and closing her arms more tightly around him. It was a rare quiet moment, and they were alone at his place, cuddling on the sofa. Savaş and his uncle were asleep, and she knew she should go home, but she didn't want to yet; she wanted to stay with him. She couldn't get enough of him. She always wanted to be with him. She was ready to be his.

He smiled and rubbed his cheek against the top of her head, his hand rubbing up and down her back in slow, comforting strokes. "I already asked. You said yes. Remember? We are getting married, canım."

She looked up at him and kissed the underside of his jaw, his beard tickling her lips and her nose. "I remember very well, aşkım." She reached up and held his face in her hand. "I mean now. Let's get married as soon as possible. I don't want to wait anymore."

Barış's heart drummed loudly in his chest. Did she mean it? "Zeynep, what are you saying?"

She sat up straight and looked into his eyes. "I'm saying I want to be your wife, Barış...tomorrow, if possible. I don't care about a big wedding; I just want you. I want to sleep in your arms every night, wake up with you every morning. I want my home to be with you. I want to take care of you like you take care of me. Nothing makes me happier than making you happy."

He grabbed her face and kissed her lips soundly three times before he pulled her into his arms and kissed her face--her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, her temple, her ear. Zeynep couldn't stop smiling. God, she loved him, and she loved the way he loved her. He buried his face in her neck and chuckled, his warm breath against her skin making her shiver. "Your mother will kill me if we don't come to ask for your hand."

"Okay, then we'll do that tomorrow, and get married the next day." She wasn't going to back down. Zeynep was the most stubborn woman he'd ever met, and he loved her for it.

She looked serious, but he had to make sure. "Really? You're not teasing me, right?"

She laughed. "No, Barış. I've never been more serious. I love you so much, and I want to marry you."

"Okay, let's do it."

***

They'd decided to get married two days ago and now--he glanced at his watch--they'd been married for exactly 5 hours and 23 minutes. They'd celebrated with their families after the ceremony, and now they were sitting in front of Barış's house, finally alone.

Zeynep took his hand and squeezed his fingers, giving him a shaky smile. He could tell she was nervous, and he was too. They both had the same thing on their minds; they knew what was going to happen as soon as they went into the house because neither one of them could wait even one minute longer. This was going to be their first time, and both of them wanted it so much, every nerve ending was alight with awareness. They'd gotten close a few times since their engagement, but every time it seemed like it might happen, they were interrupted. They'd concluded that it was a sign that they should wait. Of course, the moment they made the decision to wait, the sexual tension between them shot up to the point where the air between them actually crackled with electricity.