Oneshots Rüyam

Entwined Hearts 🌸

I have been comforting Rüya for the past half hour because she's really confused. After taking her to meet her dad in her backyard, everyone reprimanded us for even giving him the chance to explain himself. My dad handed us a thick file detailing all the crimes he had committed while he was in jail. Now, we're in the guest bedroom, and it seems like everyone has gone to sleep or the house is simply quiet, which is something so foreign to me.

This house is like a mansion, and there are so many people living here. Yet, the fact that you never hear anything is crazy to me, especially because when I lived with Asi, Cesur, and Umut, the walls were paper thin. If someone breathes in one room, you can hear it in the other.

As I listen attentively to Rüya recount her feelings, the depth of her confusion and pain becomes even more palpable. Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but the weight of her words hangs heavily in the air, and I simply don't know how to comfort her beyond being there for her.

I slightly change our positions, moving from having her head rest on my chest to her resting her head on her pillow while also leaning against the bed frame, allowing me to look straight into her eyes. "You're so tired," I murmur. I can't help myself as I brush away some strands of hair from her eyes, pushing them back to clear her face. "Get some rest," I mention while I lean in and lock my lips with hers for a small peck. It takes all I have to pull away, and for a second, I'm mesmerised by her natural beauty, without an ounce of makeup. But I snap out of it to let her get some rest.

"Yaman," she says as I'm getting up, and I hear a small thud on the bed, letting me know she has changed her position. I glance back slightly so I don't accidentally hit her while sitting down, and my heart races the moment I lock eyes with her profound brown eyes.

"Yaman, don't leave... Sleep with me," she asks shyly while she caresses my arm. Her expression is hopeful, and I can feel her nervousness trickling off her.

I swallow hard as it really catches me off guard. I'm torn between what I want, and the nagging sense of obligation to respect my parents, especially since her mom is in the room beside us.

"It would be great, but there are too many people at home," I remind her. She slightly adjusts her position on the pillow, glaring into my eyes with slight disappointment but mainly with deep desire that pierces straight to my soul. The way she looks at me mirrors my own desires so much that I'm about to fold.

"Don't look at me like that. I'll go and lock the door," I say jokingly, and she gifts me with the sweetest smile. I lean in and press a gentle kiss to her forehead, and the comforting scent of her hair envelops me. I don't let myself get distracted, though, and pull away. "Goodnight," I wish her, and I get off the bed.

I receive a message from Güven as I'm leaving the room, and I sigh. I close the door softly behind me and instead of walking down the hall to my own room, I decide to go downstairs to talk to my dad. I had promised him that I was going to take Güven out of our lives, but the soccer match with Umut tomorrow will force me to see him... again.

I speak for a couple of minutes with Dad, and I'm so glad he understands the importance that Umut has in my life and that I can't disappoint him, especially when he's just coming out of the hospital. I wish Dad goodnight and make my way upstairs to go to my room, but I have to pass the guest room and it takes all I have not to forget about everyone around me and enter Rüya's room.

I feel a gnawing sense of guilt. I want to be there for her, to hold her and make her feel safe, but at the same time, the thought of my parents or even her mom discovering us keeps me firm in my decision. Once I enter my room, I immediately head for a quick shower to freshen up and to brush my teeth. Afterwards, I change into grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, which makes me feel instantly more relaxed. I grab a towel and run it through my hair to soak up the moisture from the shower.

When I'm finally in bed, I turn off the lamp and close my eyes, trying to sleep but I can't help but think about Rüya. She must feel terrible having to discern who's in the right, whether her mum who has brought her up or her absent dad that she has always yearned for. I toss and turn, unable to find any comfortable position, thinking about how I could be sleeping next to her right now. I stare at the ceiling for what feels like an eternity until I sit up, running a hand through my hair. I sigh when I check the time and realise an hour has already passed.

This is ridiculous.

I'm lying here wide awake, while Rüya is just down the hall. I get out of my bed immediately and leave my room trying my best not to make any noise. Our hallway is only illuminated with some lamps on the wall which makes it much easier for me to get there... I wait outside her room to see if I can hear any movement but since I can't, I gently push the door open, just in case she's sleeping.

I find her lying on her side, with her back to the door and her breathing is slow and steady. I feel like the right thing to do is to turn back and go to my room, but the urge is too strong now to turn away, so I close the door softly, locking it just in case, and start walking towards the bed. The room is dark with only the moonlight filtering through the curtains partially illuminating her face. As I get closer to her, my heart aches seeing her curled up under the blankets, looking so small and fragile after everything she has been through today.

Well, really, the past couple of days have been chaotic for all of us.

I open the blanket so I can lie beside her, and my heart accelerates with nerves but at the same time excitement, knowing that this will be the first time we can sleep together. Even though I tried my best not to disturb her, the mattress dips slightly with my weight and that's enough to wake her up as I'm covering myself with the blanket. Her eyes flicker open blinking repeatedly at first, then finally settling with a look of confusion.

"Yaman?" she whispers, half-awake with her voice groggy. "What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," I confess shyly, and she responds with a small smile as she adjusts her body to sit up on the bed. "Especially after everything you have been through, I want to be here for you," I let her know and I hold her hand interlocking our fingers under the blanket, and her expression softens immediately. "I'm glad you're here," she mentions, and with her left hand, she gently caresses my beard. Her eyes slowly shift their attention from my eyes to my lips for a couple of seconds, then back up to meet my own with a silent invitation hanging in the air.

I mirror her glance, my eyes tracing the curve of her lips before returning to her gaze. Slowly, almost hesitantly, I begin to close the gap. My hand softly brushes against her cheek, still with my eyes locked onto hers. Inch by inch, we move closer, as the anticipation keeps building with every heartbeat until our lips are a breath away. And when they finally meet, it is like the whole world around us fades.

Just me and her.

The kiss starts off gently with her warm lips moving in perfect harmony with mine. The sweetness of the moment is heightened by the gentle pressure of her hand as it finds its way to the back of my neck. Her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer, which quickly ignites a deeper passion. The sensation is intoxicating, a blend of tenderness and fiery connection that leaves us both breathless. Her fingers tangle in my hair and a soft sigh escapes her lips, sending shivers down my spine.

In that moment, nothing else matters—just the two of us, together.

Our accelerated breathing and the rhythm of our hearts are the only sounds in the room as we finally pull away, breathless and with our foreheads resting together. I open my eyes and find hers already searching for mine. Her gaze is filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability reflecting the intensity of what we're both feeling.

My hand gently caresses her cheek, brushing over her flushed skin. She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before they lock onto mine again. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, mirroring my own. My thumb traces the outline of her lips, which slightly part in response. I know we both want more... need more.

And I give in, closing the distance between us.

This time, the kiss is even more passionate, our lips meeting with a hunger that wasn't there before. I let my tongue explore hers, the sensation sending electric sparks through my body. Her responses are immediate and fervent, matching my intensity with equal passion. Her hands roam from my neck to my shoulders, pulling me impossibly closer. Our breaths grow ragged, and the room feels charged with the electricity between us. The taste of her lips, the way she moves against me, it's consuming me slowly.