Kiralik Ask / Love for Rent - One Shots

The Rules

"Rule number one, you won't interfere in my job or my career. Rule number two, you'll give me space to breathe when I need it." Leaning into him, so that only he could hear, she breathed him in. "Rule number three... you'll wear that khaki shirt again, as soon as possible."

Pulling back, she slowly raised her eyes to his, her gaze certain, confident. He was falling in love with her all over again, this side of her was new and exciting. His warm gaze roamed over her face, a smile tugging at his lips, though frustrated that she had chosen a crowded room to let him know that she was ready to give them another chance, a room where he needed to restrain his immediate impulses, to get her alone, to mess up her hair and lipstick. 

"I think that I can live with that."

"Good. That's good." She smiled, her eyes dropping to his lips, giving him the satisfaction that he wasn't the only one who would prefer some privacy. 

Reaching a hand out, he wanted to grasp her fingers with his, but Feryal's voice over the mic called out to him, frowning in disappointment, he gave her an apologetic look. Forcing a small smile, she nodded for him to go. 

"Later."

Nodding, Omer regretfully left her standing, making his way to the stage. For the first time in a year, his heart and mind were clear, she really did still love him and they could move past everything that had come before, together. 

Later, seemed to take forever to come, whilst carrying out the obligatory networking that this affair demanded, neither could seem to get any time to be alone together, glances were fleeting as they tried to give their attention and focus to their companions, but Omer could feel Defne's eyes on him. Looking up from a group of potential clients, he caught her eye as she indicated with a jerk of her head and roll of her eyes, that he should follow her outside. Finishing his drink, Omer promised the group he'd be in touch before eagerly following Defne, watching as her red hair disappeared towards the exit.

Heart pounding, desperate to hold her, he hurried after her, catching up with her in the corridor outside of the reception room. As she turned to smile at him, he grasped her hand in his, and hurriedly tugged her down the hall. His strides were long, and he could hear the staccato click of her heels on the tiled floors as she tried to keep up, determined that no one would stop them. He needed to be alone with her.

Seeing a door to his right, he pushed at it with his free hand, peering inside before casting a glance back at Defne, and pulling her into an unused cloakroom.

She gasped as she felt her momentum change suddenly, not expecting his manoeuvre and skidded to a halt as he closed the door behind them, his back against it, to prevent anyone walking in on them. Interruptions were out of the question. 

Though dark, a fire exit sign illuminated the room enough to let them see one another, and Omer took a moment to soak her in. Finally reaching a hand up to her cheek, he cradled her jaw in his palm before pulling her to him and dropping his lips to hers. Her gentle sigh made his heart flip as she returned the pressure of his kiss. So familiar, but it had been too long. Their kiss at the shore had been unexpected, but unreciprocated on her part, she seemed to be making up for that fact with this kiss though. His arm wrapped around her waist tightly, pressing the length of her up against him. Her hand on the back of his neck sent frissons of heat down to his groin and he kissed his way down her neck, panting. Burying his face in her hair, he held her tightly against his chest, breathing her in. God, he'd forgotten just how quickly she could excite him, just how soft her lips were, how smooth her skin was. 

"I've missed you so much, I wish I could tell you how much, Defne. How much I have needed to just hold you in my arms like this."

"I missed you too. Seriously."