The Red Straw

Short Silly One Shot

Celal and Mahur lay in Celal's bed, legs intwined. Celal was gently caressing his loves arm, Mahur had her face pressed closely to his. After wanting this night to happen for so long, it finally had.

The satisfaction for both of them was high. Their love for each other still burning. It was only a matter of time, minutes over hours, before they explored each others bodies again.

Celal let out another guttural groan in pleasure, feeling lucky to have his beautiful Mahur in his arms. Mahur smiled at the sound and Celal could feel her cheeks upon his face. He grinned.

Suddenly, there was a quiet rustling outside coming from the bushes in Celal's garden. Celal, being the hypersensitive trained ex-military man turned intelligence officer, heard this immediately. He lifted his neck slightly to listen again.

Feeling his movements, Mahur lifted her head too and began to say, wearily "Celal what...."

"Shh," Celal cut her off, his finger pressed to his lips.

Seeing how stiff Celal had gone, and not in the way of what happened just an hour before, panic began to rise in Mahur's throat.

There was another rustle and a small knock sound from outside. With this second sound, Celal leapt out of bed.

"Mahur, stay here," he commanded, and Mahur did as she was told.

Celal quickly slipped on his sweat pants and black t-shirt and stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him, leaving Mahur in safety.

Using his crafty knowledge, Celal had an idea. He went to find his body guarding and all round smart casual suit jacket and reached into the pocket. He pulled out the red plastic drinking straw he had kept after the incident at Mahur's gallery. At the window he found a small gap and slipped the end of the straw through. He looked through and began scouting his front garden through the straw.

All of a sudden, he saw her. In some sort of disbelief he pulled the straw back through the window and walked to his front door. He opened it in one swift movement.

"EYYY!" Celal boomed from his front door. "Sirin hanim, what do you think you're doing?"

Caught out with her spying, Sirin looked a little alarmed.

"Celal bey, I was checking on your house after I heard some noises. I was worried..."

Celal tutted loudly, flustered at knowledge of what the noises had been earlier. "You didn't think to knock on my door first?"

"Is Mahur with you?" She asked, grinning.

Celal, flustered again, replied in a scolding whisper "Sirin! Is that important?! Look, we are safe, now get back to your husband he'll be worried about you!"

Sirin began to grin, very happy in the knowledge that Mahur was with Celal. Her spying had paid off.

"Ok ok, I am glad you're safe... I will go now." Sirin turned, hand clutched to her heart, a broad smile upon her MahCel shipper face, and seemed to trot, skip even, in the direction of her home.

Celal watched her leave, shaking his head in disapproval. She was always getting involved in his private business. He closed the door and went back to the bedroom and to Mahur, placing the red straw onto the table as he passed it. He opened the door and Mahur, wrapped in the bed covers, was looking at him.

"Is everything ok Celal? I heard voices... who was there?" she asked, looking at him and scanning his face to see if he was ok.

"It was Sirin hanim..." Celal said, this time starting to laugh as he said it.

"Sirin?!" Mahur said in surprise.

Shaking his head with a soft laugh Celal sat back on the bed and instead of replying to Mahur, kissed her open mouth.