Kiralik Ask / Love for Rent - One Shots

Peanut Butter

Oh that Peanut Butter scene, how hot could that scene have actually been if the man had just grabbed her? There's no way she'd have resisted him. Too much of a gentleman for his own good in my opinion. 

Defne followed him into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, watching as he looked around aimlessly. "I could make you something to eat, will you eat? You don't normally eat at this time, it's unhealthy."

"That's true, but sometimes I don't eat healthy foods, especially in times like this." He opened the fridge. "Let's see what we've got."

Defne watched in surprise as he pulled out a jar. "Peanut butter?" She'd never seen him eat something like this before. She was even more surprised when he pulled a spoon out of the drawer and twisted the lid off of the jar, leaning against the fridge as he scooped a spoonful of the butter. "With a spoon? Right from the jar?"

He sucked the peanut butter from the spoon and chuckled. "Just don't tell anyone, this stays between us"

"Okay, I won't tell anyone. No one would believe me anyway."

He took another couple of spoonfuls and looked up to see the amusement on her face. "The gentlemen is showing his true colours now."

"Here, have some with me. Open your mouth.... Open" He scooped some on the spoon and guided it to her mouth, allowing her to suck it off of the spoon. His eyes darkening as he saw a flicker of her tongue. "How is it?"

She nodded as she chewed while he scooped another spoonful, not stepping away from her. The small sound of her satisfaction was more than he could take, trapping her against the counter with both of his hands, he looked deeply into her eyes. Crowding her, he inhaled her scent. "Defne, I want to ask you something." Her eyes met his nervously. "What's going on between us?... Why can't we just live our lives the way we want to?"

"Omer, please...."

"Please what?" His nuzzled his nose against her neck, lips barely grazing as he allowed his nose to trail up to the spot behind her ear that he'd learned made her knees go weak. Placing gentle kisses he heard her shuddery sigh. "What am I doing?"

"Omer, don't..." She was protesting, but it was weak, he knew that, and he guessed she probably did too. 

"You're saying don't Defne, but you're holding onto me as though you don't want me to stop." He reached a hand up, toying with a lock of her hair. 

Her eyes followed his, down to where her hands were clenched in his shirt and she reddened, not giving her a chance to push him away, before she could say anything more, his lips were on hers, tugging, asking permission to continue, his hand sliding into her hair, cupping her jaw and tipping her face up to him to deepen his access. She moaned into his mouth and hot blood began to singe his nerve endings, sliding his tongue past her teeth, he could taste the peanut butter that coated her mouth, but it couldn't eclipse the taste of Defne. That singular taste that he'd never forgotten since he'd kissed her on the terrace outside Manu's.

She gasped but met his tongue hungrily, sliding hers alongside his. This was the furthest they'd gone on their short-lived two day romance, and he was at risk of drowning in her sudden and unexpected want for him, scared that she'd back off again. Pulling her forward he pressed himself against her, wanting her to feel what she did to him, how much he wanted her. Desperate to keep this connection, to not lose this feeling. 

Moaning, she didn't shy away and it emboldened him to slip his fingers up the back of her t-shirt, and onto the bare skin of her back. She was as smooth as silk and he let out a gasping shuddery sigh against her mouth. Her hands bunched in his t-shirt, starting to lift it from his body. Pulling back in surprise he searched her eyes confused, uncertain but dark and bottomless, full of desire for him.

Shaking his head he kissed her lips gently. "Please... do not take this the wrong way Defne. I want you... by god, I want you, more than I've wanted anyone or anything. But until you agree to be mine, I can't go any further with you... and I wish you understood how hard it is right now for me to be a gentleman about it... but when you give yourself to me, and make no mistake, you will give yourself to me, only then will this go further, Defne."

He noticed the glazed look and heightened colour with satisfaction. Pulling her lips back to his, he devoured them again, pulling away only when she whimpered.

"You're mine Defne, and I'm yours... when will you stop doing this to us? It's inevitable. We are inevitable."

"We can't..."

"And yet we keep finding ourselves right back here.. so close, but so far. Its driving me insane." He lowered his lips to her ear, brushing her ear with every word. "Tell me you don't love me Defne, tell me you don't... and all of this goes away, the confusion, the tension."

He took her hand from its death grip on the edge of the counter and placed it against his heart.

"Tell me your heart isn't racing just like mine, that you don't want me to take you to my bed right now, that you don't want me to leave my mark deep inside of you, the way you've left your mark inside of me... tell me?"

She swallowed audibly, eyes drifting close as his breath caressed her ear and neck. "You know I can't. But it's too much Omer... this love, it's too much."

He pulled back and laid a quick kiss on the corner of her mouth, staring her in the eyes seriously. "It's not enough Defne. Until we're together, sharing a life, a bed... it'll never be enough. The sooner you come to terms with that, the sooner we can start living." Her lips chased his and he pulled back slightly, taking in her lust addled, dazed eyes, stung lips, mussed hair. An image that he knew he'd recall the very next time he was alone. She looked utterly kissed, utterly ready to submit to him. But without her heart, it would leave nothing but a dull ache after the act.

He grabbed the spoon and peanut butter, pushing back and walking away to his office, eyes dark and burning with lust for her, satisfied that she would be feeling some of the frustration from his refusal to touch her further that he experienced on a regular basis.