Constantinople's Cherry

II - 18. Mesafe

Istanbul, Octobre 1945.

"I'll tell you all I know, if you will to listen today." Ceren promised, warningly.

Kiraz sighed and nodded.

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Septembre 1921, Constantinople.

Eda saw the door of Serkan's rental open and walked in without knocking. "Günaydın!" She said with a smile that faded a bit as Serkan startled, he was sitting at the desk and he shuffled papers that he was reading under others, folding them in a book he pretend to read and shut.

He put it on the bedside table, more casually as he rose to greet her, taking her in his arms.

"Günaydın." He smiled back tenderly and kissed her lips in greeting.

Eda looked at him. "Something wrong ? You look upset." She noted.

How weird that she was the one used to hid things from him, but that her trained eyes caught him hiding the papers instantly.

"Oh nothing is particular, just, war news." Serkan shrugged.

Eda's expression fell as she nodded. She knew why his expression was sombre. Armenians hopes had been crushed, and now, since summer, even their Greek Orthodox brothers were losing their gained advantage infront of Mustafa Kemal's troops.

"Italy is helping Turkish troops now, using its bases in Antalya. And France sent a lot of munitions." Eda let out, commenting on the latest news.

Serkan exhaled, rubbing circles absently on her waist. "I don't get it, it's all a chessgame for these Western powers." He grumbled, indignated.

Eda hummed in agreement. "Latin powers now consider Greece to be a Britain puppet, so they're allying with Turkey, yesterday's ennemy for them." She said matter of factly, she understood his anger.

"It's sick, all they see is their own interests." Serkan withdrew from her and held his forehead in frustration.

Eda breathed, she understood. It was losing twice for him. If not thrice. She almost felt like an imposter at times like this. "I have all afternoon today." She informed.

Serkan turned to her and swallowed, he knew she was a kemalist, more or less. They avoided too touchy domestic politics for that matter. But right now, it had served a good excuse to cover what he actually was reading.

He breathed and craddled her cheek, allowing himself a small smile, his Eda, the only good thing in his life, the only thing worth living for. "You do ?" He teased and Eda nodded, nuzzling his nose.

Serkan closed his lips on hers, Eda kissed him back, nibbling on the intoxicating feel of his lips on hers and lacing her arms behind his neck as he pushed her towards the bed.

Eda's hips rose and fell as she rode him, Serkan's hand palmed her firm ass, as the other ran on her bare back. Her breasts moved with her thrusts and he held the nape of her neck, bringing her face down to his to kiss her again.

Eda moaned into the kiss, eyes shut, Serkan held her hair in a fist as his own hips movements met hers and he trembled with the effort to hold his release, wanting her to go first. He gave her ass a light slap and heard her yelp of surprise, he repeated it and she cried out, the burning sensation making her insides twitch as her thrusts increased in pace.

Her head rolled back with pleasure as she cried out with one of his hard thrust and Serkan watched her climax and groaned, spilling inside her spasming core.

She felt limp on top of him as both panted, Serkan felt her breasts against his bear chest and stroked her chestnut long hair lovingly. Eda blinked at him and smiled lazily.