The Wedding Night...

First steps...

Family and friends gathered in the mansion's garden. Everyone was excited and waiting for Gül and Firat. Baran stood next to Dilan. "Do you remember that day?" Dilan turned to see his face. "The day of our wedding?" He brushed her cheek with his hand, and she kissed it. "How can I forget, Baran? It was one of the happiest days of my life." He pinched her cheek. "Happiest, ha? Sounds like you have a list of happy moments." She nodded. "I certainly do. You?" Her husband was pretending to think about it. "Every day I am with you." He tried to kiss her, but she avoided him. "Baran! We are surrounded by people here." She saw him scanning their surroundings. "No one is watching us..." He shrugged. "So... The list... Tell me your top three moments." She smiled at his curiosity. "At the very top is when I held Dilay and Önder in my hands for the first time... Hmmm!.. You already know the day of our wedding is another, and..." He pulled her, and she bumped into the side of his body. "Does the day of our wedding include the wedding night, Mrs. Karabey?" She blushed. "Baran!" He responded without looking at her. "That is my name, but not the answer to my question..." His eyes returned to her and burned anywhere they looked. "Dilan." He was waiting for his answer. "The third moment..." He moved to stand face-to-face with her. "Don't avoid the question, Dilan. Or should I lift you in front of everyone, and take you upstairs to give you a little reminder?" She was astonished at his boldness. "I can't believe you, Baran Karabey. Someone might hear you." He appeared angry. He moved to lift her. "Fine, fine." She grabbed his arm and dragged him until they were away from the crowd and close to the study. "It is included. Happy?" He put his hands on his pants pockets and moved forward, towering over her. "What part, exactly?" He was not letting that go. Dilan stared into her husband's eyes. "Everything about that day was..."

He was dangerously close to her neck. "And the night was the perfect conclusion, Baran... It was a night of firsts. The first time we kissed. The first time, I became yours. The night we became real husband and wife..." He was brushing her hair off the way, making room for his face. "The night I discovered what pleasure felt like..." His tongue lashed out as his lips gave her a loud kiss in the area below her ear. She heard the sound of the door opening, and they stumbled into the study. Dilan was having a hard time concentrating. She was in danger of being carried away by the moment. "Baran..." She patted his arm. But he continued tracing his tongue down her cleavage. "The wedding, Baran..." Clapping sounds could be heard. "Baran, we are the witnesses... They need us to get married..." He straightened up and, with his face overflowing with desire, he remained near her lips. "As soon as the ceremony is done..." He grabbed her hand and walked towards the family, letting his words linger and unfinished. They took their place at the same time Gül and Firat sat at the table. Dilan felt Baran's hand reaching for hers when the official began speaking; he only let her go when it was time to give their signatures. The government official declared Gül and Firat husband and wife, and they both were glowing with happiness. "Congratulations, Gül." Dilan hugged her friend while Baran went to his cousin. "Congratulations, Firat." She saw tears in the man's eyes. "Thank you, Dilan. The two of you contributed to this moment. I'm aware of everything you did for us." Baran circled Dilan's waist. "We all need a little help from time to time, cousin. We helped you..." She felt his hold on her tightening. "Aunt Berivan and Ms. Kader helped us... Now we all need to come together and help Kerem." They laughed at Baran's statement, as more people gathered around to congratulate them. Pretty soon, it was time for the first dance. The newlyweds walked to the center, and the music began playing.

They sat at the table with the rest of the family. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Dilan felt Baran's hands pulling at her shoulders. She adjusted herself on the chair so she could lean her back on his chest. He left one arm wrapped around her waist, with his hand resting on her leg. "Baran!" She said hushily while pushing it away. "Someone will see." He whispered in her ear. "See what? A husband showing affection to his wife? What is the problem with that?" Her husband was not backing down. Despite the spread of heat on her cheeks, Dilan decided not to fight him. She was starting to control her emotions when his fingers began to move on her thigh. She frowned, looking down, and saw it was not random. His movements had a pattern. "What are you doing?" He closed his eyes and continued. "I'm drawing." She smiled and observed his hand, but could not figure out what it was. She felt him kiss her shoulder. "You need to feel it, Dilan... Close your eyes." She looked around, nervous. Everyone seemed oblivious to their exchange. That gave her the courage to follow his instructions. "I have several ideas thanks to my muse..." Dilan concentrated on his words and the way his finger was moving. Soon, she began to see the pattern in her mind. "It is like flower petals, distributed in a triangular shape." She said under her breath. He heard her because she felt him smile next to her ear. She was right. "That would be the base of the pendant that will feature six white gemstones with a single turquoise teardrop falling on top and another at the bottom." She could see it. "It will be beautiful, Baran." He encouraged her to move forward, and before she realized it or could do something about it, he placed her leg over his. "Stop it!" Paying no attention to her complaints, his fingers travel up her feet and circle her ankle, where he continues drawing. "I'm thinking... An ankle bracelet... Multicolored little flowers held together by a thin silver braided chain..." Dilan bit her lips as his fingers did more than draw. "Everything okay?" The moment was interrupted by Firat. She was trying hard to move her leg, but Baran would not let her.