Kiralik Ask / Love for Rent - One Shots

The Summer House

I posted a fairly unhappy one shot tonight. So I'm posting another which is the scene I've written for the next Remix chapter, I know you're all dying to read about this scene, so here, have it early 😜. I won't lie, this scene was a lot of pressure. I've tried to keep it as non-cringe as possible lol. No mention of steely man rods etc... Apologies, if that's your thing of course.

He saw her through the glass, smooth pale skin, wild hair flowing around her as she strode towards the door to let him in and relief flooded him, that she was okay, that she was safe. Momentarily forgetting the overturned patio furniture and broken glass.

The door opened and her red rimmed eyes met his seriously. Throwing her arms around him, she held onto him as though he might disappear, and he could feel the tension in her body release as he held her against him. Moving her hair aside, he placed a gentle kiss against the soft skin of her neck and held her tightly against his chest.

When she pulled back it was with a gaze he'd never seen before, her expression projecting a certainty and calm that she'd never shown him in the time he'd known her. Her eyes blazed into his, and he frowned, firstly in confusion and then in understanding as that confidence made itself felt. Gone was the excited, babbling girl he'd come to love, instead tonight he was met by the woman. She was ready, and she was sure. There was no fear, just determined acceptance.

Walking backwards, she pulled him further into the room using nothing more than her eyes, and he followed willingly, unable to resist, reaching behind him to push the door closed, as she brought him in, deeper into the house, deeper into her spell.

When she finally stopped moving, he searched her gaze, wondering what had happened to bring her here, physically, and emotionally. Before he could voice his thoughts she pushed forward, grasping his neck and pulling their lips together, with a desperation and passion she'd never displayed before, he was instantly lost. Pulling back, the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, even before she tugged his coat from his shoulders.

She wasn't afraid anymore, she wanted him. Tonight they would move past the final barriers in their relationship. Tonight she would give all of herself to him.

Drunk with lust, he pulled her body to his, taking over, knowing exactly what she needed from him. Her courage would only take her so far, and it was important to him that this night was everything she hoped it would be, this first time could never be recaptured. The fact that it was them, together, was all that he needed. But tonight, it was more than that for her, she was giving herself, the most precious gift she had to give, to him. She deserved to know that he would try to be worthy of her.

Forehead pressed against hers, walking her backwards until she was pressed against a pillar he kissed her firmly, hands burying themselves in her hair. She responded as though they'd been lovers for years. Twisting him around, so that he was between her and the counter, her elbow knocking a bowl of fruit, red apples spilling across the floor. They stumbled from room to room, stopping against every surface that they could find on their way to the bedroom, he couldn't get enough of her, her smell, her taste, the feel of her skin. He stopped at the piano in the hallway, arching her back against it, her hands landing heavily on the keys as he tugged her sleeveless coverup down her arms, his face buried in her hair, lips dancing along her collar bone as she toed off her boots.

Lifting her, he spun her against the wall, revelling in her insistent tight grip around his shoulders, the tug of her hands at the hem of his top urged him to help her to pull it off, tossing it aside as his lips returned to her. Unable to wait any longer to have his skin against hers, he hooked her leg around his waist and lifted, carrying her to the bedroom. When the bed came into view, he set her down softly beside it with a shuddery sigh. Every nerve ending was thrumming, attuned to her proximity, her body. He slipped his feet from his shoes, toeing his socks off and kicking them aside.