Kiralik Ask / Love for Rent - One Shots

The Girl from the Restaurant

Eyes cast towards the bedroom window, he sat hoping to catch a glimpse of her again, though there'd been no movement or shadows for more than forty minutes now. He wondered if she'd finally fallen asleep. His thoughts returned to an hour earlier when she'd stormed into his kitchen, hurling coffee mugs against the wall, her eyes blazing, voice indignant. She had never looked as beautiful, nor had he ever been so aroused by her. She wasn't the mild mannered, unsure Defne from the office, the girl who made his breakfast each morning and cared what he thought.. tonight she was the girl from the restaurant, peevish and wild, hair untamed, eyes that could reduce a man to ashes. He hadn't been able to get that girl out of his head for months, and then tonight she'd stormed his house and shook his heart.

Pushing himself up he made his way into the house, locking the doors behind him and turning off lights as he went. When he reached the top of the second floor he paused outside of his bedroom door and listened. There was no sound, nothing other than the gentle whir of the air conditioning unit. Following a few seconds of hesitation, he pushed the door ajar and stood at the threshold, she was turned towards him, her hands tucked up under her chin, body curled in a fetal position.. how the woman from the kitchen suddenly managed to embody the innocence of a child in her sleep was an enigma. What he wouldn't give to be able to crawl in next to her, to wrap his body around hers and make her his in a way that he was absolutely confident no other man ever had. He leaned back against the door frame, watching her breathe and allowing his imagination to alter the events of the evening...

"Stop. Stop..... enough." His hands wrapped around her wrists. Her nostrils flared, her breathing came in quick bursts... and her eyes... God those eyes. He took the mug from her hand and placed it back in the cupboard behind them, his eyes never leaving hers, his body advancing on her until she was pinned between his chest and the cupboard. 

Moving his eyes to her lips he let out a harsh breath before lowering his head, his lips capturing hers. She stilled against him in surprise, and he pulled back slightly putting a hair of distance between them, anticipating the stinging slap that she'd delivered at Manu's, only it never came. Her hands fisted into his shirt and he felt his lips tugged back against hers. Surprise warred with his heightened state of arousal. His lips left hers to trail around her jaw, to the sensitive spot of skin beside her ear, down her neck and to her shoulder, one of her hands trailed up to his neck, holding him against her. A hand travelled up the back of her dress, fingers grasping at the zip, slowly lowering it and he groaned.

He groaned, out loud. His eyes flew open and met Defne's confused ones, still lying in his bed, hands still curled under her chin. His breathing was ragged, his face flushed, he didn't need a mirror to see it. Surely she knew just by looking at him where his thoughts had just been. 

"Uh.. Omer bey?"

Shaking his head to rid himself of the lust that was addling his brain he straightened up and coughed uncomfortably. Her naivete humbled him, maybe she didn't know what he was thinking after all. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I came to get a change of clothes for the morning."

His eyes widened, Allah, what was she doing, he watched as she swung her legs out of the bed and padded over to him barefooted. Training his eyes on her face and not on the way that she looked in his shirt, the gentle sway of her breasts under the worn cotton, or how his shorts completely drowned her long pale legs, he backed up against the door again trying to maintain his distance. His discomfort however didn't seem to dissuade her, she had a hand pressed to his head and a look of concern on her face. 

"Are you unwell? You're flushed, you seem to have a temperature."

If she only knew. "I'm fine Defne.. I was working out, it's nothing." He pulled her hand away and turned her shoulders towards the bed. "Please, I'm sorry I woke you. I'll just get my things and leave you in peace."

She nodded dumbly and slid back into the bed, sitting upright watching him collect clothes for the next day. When he turned back to her he mentally groaned again, seeing her sitting upright in his bed, her hair mussed, eyes sleepy was not helping him to shake his fantasy from a few moments ago. He gave her what he hoped was a friendly, and entirely platonic smile, and made his way to the door. 

"Goodnight Defne."

"Goodnight."

He watched her settle back on her side, hands curled up beneath her chin, her eyes holding his for a few seconds before she closed them, leaving him with nothing other to do than close the door between them, firmly. Striding to the bathroom, he turned the shower temperature as low as it would go before stripping down and bracing himself under it, the cold water was punishing and he welcomed it, but whether it was actually dampening his desire was another matter. She was going to be the death of him, and he had no one to blame, it was all his fault for kissing the girl from the restaurant.