Lavender | Enşah +18

A/N: because disappearing into bathrooms together for long periods of time is just normal enemy behavior, right? 😏

Jokes aside, it gets a bit dark. Enjoy! 🫶🏻
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The bathroom is small, barely comfortable for one person, let alone two.

It is the only complaint Şahika can think of in the midst of her heart thrumming inside her chest and her brother sitting just outside, probably enjoying a chat with one of their longtime friends. It feels cramped, despite smelling of clean detergent and appearing spotless of any imperfections.

The lights are dim, complementing the ambience of the bar and it is beautifully decorated inside, yet Şahika thinks there must've been a better way to go about this.

She thinks of her bed with silk sheets smelling of lavender. She thinks of how soft they feel against her skin when she forgoes her sleeping clothes every other night. She thinks of how beautiful they'd look with her on them; a splash of blue amidst a sea of dull white. She imagines them sodden with sweat and satisfaction, her room smelling of expensive perfumes and sex and all the dirty little secrets she has kept buried until tonight. Şahika imagines how it would feel to hold her close, their bodies spent as she gazes into blue, blue eyes.

Like a lover.

Like a secret.

Şahika's back hits the mirror on the wall behind, head thudding against it and making her vision blur for a second. Ender's hands pull her close, their grip in Şahika's hair deceptively strong for such elegant little things. The kiss they share is hungry, wanton in ways that make Şahika's skin burn like she's been set on fire from the inside out. She has missed being kissed like this, all teeth and tongue and nails digging into her scalp. It's infuriating. It's needy, and hot, and just exhilarating.

Şahika feels like she is drowning — and she wants to drown — deeper and deeper until she either comes up for air or passes out, smothered under the enormity of her desire for this woman.

For Ender.

Ender pulls back first, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her vision is still fuzzy in its drunken haze, and Şahika does her best to take in the sight before her and commit it to memory. Ender is looking at her too, pupils wide inside an iris of familiar blue. Her hair is beginning to come undone, brown locks falling out of their perfect updo. She smells divine. She is divine. There's desire in her cheeks, and smudged paint around her lips. Her dark lipstick is ruined, her lips are swollen, and Şahika has never seen a more breathtaking sight.

She wants to eat her up — have her way with her and give her all the pleasures one could possibly have to offer and, just allow herself to drown.

Şahika allows herself a chuckle, sexy and primal, and it sends thrills down Ender's spine. Fingers reach Ender's scalp and tighten their hold, and the woman groans as her head is pulled back, neck exposed to Şahika's sinful tongue. It swipes erotic patterns from one collarbone to the other before Şahika's lips find Ender's again.

Ender's hands make way to Şahika's waist, the fabric of the dress beneath her fingertips denying the older woman access to the skin contact she wanted. Ender doesn't know if Şahika sees the irritation in her eyes. She pulls her in harder, instead, her lips suddenly demanding as she finds her way inside Şahika's mouth. She pokes and prods, her tongue hot and precise like the point of a spear. She wields it like a weapon, and Şahika feels herself yielding to it.

A sweet surrender into all the terrible, beautiful things that shouldn't be.

Maybe that's why she'd come here tonight; why she'd traded the expensive bottle of wine in her pantry for a few glasses of cheap liquor in some new bar in town. Why she had dolled herself up in spite of how much she wanted a night of respite, of scented candles and a long, warm bath. Why she had put on that one dress she kept hidden in a dark corner of her closet. Tight. Short. Backless. Daring in ways that would've made Ender blow a gasket if she wore it elsewhere. Powerful in the way it had beckoned every pair of eyes towards her as she'd sipped her drinks and wrapped red lips around a cigarette.