Free falling

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Because I don't know, if I should make a more drama in "Rising Fire" or not, I've decided to let it breathe for a moment in my head and focus on another idea. This is my favorite time travel fix-it trope, so bear with me. This is Assar of course :)

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Maybe I'm free falling
Maybe I'm out of time
Tell me I'm worth something

Maybe they're right about me
Maybe I've lost my mind
Only you give me the wings to fly
Why don't you save me from myself tonight?*

Touch, taste, sound...Sarp moved his head to the side, trying for better angle, but there was no better angle. It was already perfect as it was.

Slipping his tongue inside her mouth seems like good idea at the time, but he wasn't ready for all the sensation that followed. He was hot all over, his mind turning into mush, oxygen disappearing from his lungs...

It felt like hours already, even if he knows that it couldn't be more than few seconds, before she was pushing him away.

Her chest rising and falling, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes unfocused, madness clear inside them.

He was ready to receive a blow, before it came. Hot on his cheek, her hand slapping him, before she turns and run away, fast as the blood flowing through his veins.

Sarp leaned over the the shelf, trying to catch his breath.

He kissed Asiye Eren. He had kissed her and loved every fucking second of that. 

He was falling.

Or had he fell long time ago? Doesn't matter.

He survived and now he needs to think about the way how to not fuck this up.

His second chance, his last.

But for now... He looked down at the front of his trousers - he needed to resolve more urgent matter. 

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He was falling. 

It happened so fast - one second he was arguing with Asiye, trying to get back his phone and the next he was tumbling back over the railing like a marionette cut from the strings.

One second he was sure that his was about smash one the floor on lower lever and the second he was floating in the air, as the time would stop and in the blink of the eye he was back inside the teacher's room holding Asiye's contest's work.

What the fuck had happened? What is it? Some dream, a deja vu?

Sarp shakes his head trying to dissipate a dizziness and take a hold on his scattered thoughts. 

He remembered it, it was the moment he crossed the last line and makes Asiye hate him for good. He ruins her chances for reaching her dream. She had all the reasons to hate him for that. 

But... 

Why the hell he was here again? What makes him go back to this exact moment? 

Did he hit his head and now he is laying under breathing machine and dreaming about it? 

No, impossible, he felt very material, his skin warm, sounds of school life loud and clear outside the door. 

The door! 

Sarp looks up seeing how Asiye gets through the door in this exact moment.

"Sarp?" She looks exactly the same as in his memory - confused and a little suspicious, but what new? She was always suspicious of him.

"Asiye" he said, keeping to the script. "You scared me" simultaneously, Sarp was desperately trying to find a way to hide what kind of papers he was holding in his hands. Asiye came closer, a frown marring her forehead, her eyes focused on papers in his hands.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, getting closer and closer. Sarp almost choke on his saliva, when the distance between them gets to close for him to be able to hide the evidence in his hands.

"Miss Filiz forgot a book from here, she asked me to look for it" he explained again, clutching on the papers in his hands. "I found it" he adds, trying to convince her, knowing all to well that she was to smart to fall for the lie and already been there. His nerves on edge, he  moves without thinking and suddenly the papers were scattered all over the floor. They both goes down at the same time, him crouching, her falling to her knees and tried to pick the dotted sheets.

Asiye flinched, when their hands touched, making him curious about unexpected reaction. With the papers back to one stack and both of them standing back, Sarp hasn't known what he should do now. He remembered running away after her next question, but he knew that it wasn't an option at this moment.

He was here to changed something, that was clear enough. So, when she tried to remove the prints out of his hands, he caught her hand and throw the papers over the teacher's table.

"I know that there is no book, Sarp" Asiye said, trying and falling to release her hand from his hold. "What have you done with these?" She pointed on papers on the table with determined expression. "I'll call Miss Filiz and..."

"And what, curls? What could you say to her, as you don't even know if I've done something or not?" He challenges her, smirking. They were so close, close enough, that he could see that her skin was like ivory silk, no mole or even one freckle adorning it. Her eyes bore into his and she huffed.

"What? No intelligent comeback? Nothing?" His smirk intensifies and then he thought why not? looking down her lips. He wanted to shut her up like this so many times. He wanted to keep her quiet and just let him think, cause he never could think clearly around her. She was his undoing.

So he pressed his lips to her and then... Everything was blissfully quiet for a moment, his mind going static, before flaring in rainbow of colors.

In truth, it wasn't really nice. He moves his lips clumsily over her still ones, half minded thinking about biting her to get a reaction - a gasp, shocked exhale, anything.

And he get one, when Asiye made uncommitted sound, trying to make a step back, but she was free only for a second til her back encounters a locker and Sarp moves to kiss her again. She goes still, totally in shock, when Sarp moves his lips over her and touches her mouth corner with his tongue.

Then she came back to her senses, pushing him back, slapping him and storming out of the teacher's room as someone was trying to catch her.

Sarp looks after her, his cheek pulsing with the warm of her blow and thinks about past minute on the loop. Not about the fact, that he had a vision about falling, almost dying because of her. His mind, his imagination or something else, no... He was thinking about this kiss.

He had kissed his sworn enemy and he liked it.

He was screwed.

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*This is fragment of the James Arthur song titled "Free falling"

Tell me, if you want me to continue this story, as I have a hard time to write "Rising fire" for some time now. If it's even worth to continue at all.