Bending the Knee

It was 8 days since Fabri asked Sanem to work completely for his company, her parfume was a success, well he knew it would be, the surprise was that it wasn't her famous scent as he feared, it was a parfume pour homme named Orion, dark blue bottle with the bright constellation on it. Can could barely look at it, let alone take a sniff, he was avoiding it like it was the devil's work, knowing it must be good. Well its success was fabulous, topping the hit list of all christmas wishlists of Vogue, Harper's Bazaar and such, being lauded of the roof tops. Now they were working on the pour femme version and Fabri had asked Sanem to accompany him to the head quarters in Milan. 

8 days since that, 8 days Can was holding his breath. This last 3 months since he overheard his brother and Sanem on the fair had been a roller coaster, surviving the crisis and bringing FikriHarika to the point of success that was never reached before was the result. The only golden thread of all that extremely busy days was the yearning for her that would just not go away but just grow. He couldn't get her out of his head, it was the worst when he was lying awake in his bed, as soon as he was closing his eyes she was everywhere, he could feel her hair falling down on is face, her nose her lips brushing his, her hands wandering around, eventually cupping his dick, her mouth wide open exploring... he would mostly wake up when he was about to to grab her, sighing in frustration. Even in his dreams she wouldn't let herself be catched, the rest of his nights was mostly a mixture of going for a run, cold showers or heavy drinking, there was no in between. Either she was going to kill him or he would live forever from the fitness. 

The reality of having her in his vicinity was totally different, initially she was her goofy old self, falling into his house seeking for her phone, speaking to invinsible people when caught in the archieve but the longer he kept the distance the more she got subdued, then there was Fabri all over and around her so Can had missed at some point the leap and now there he was late night in his office, standing with his back leant against his boards facing her while she was sitting on the sofa surrounded by a lot of pages with scripts and graphics. She had to fly out of the country for some Fabri event in the morning so they had to finish this project, the crew had already left for a client meeting and there they were in his office seperated by everything that had happened since that 40. celebration night. 

She would leave in the morning and the thought alone was making his throat tie up. With two steps he planted himself beside her on the sofa, sitting far to close, shoving the paper from it. She looked up a little surprised. „So you're leaving again tomorrow, I have the feeling your time away gets longer and your time here shorter", Sanem answered „It's the campain we're decided together, isn't it? You know its schedule, what are you saying?" Her tone annoyed but her eyes pleading for one word, one unprofessional word from his mouth. One stay! And again nothing, he was just sitting there, the noise of his stones in his hand getting on her nerves she said „I'm almost done here, you can go home, I'll take a cab" He made a bitte face „Yeah, i have the feeling too, that you're almost done here, ready to leave" „Wasn't that what you wanted, the good saint you are, me prospering although i don't deserve it. Why don't you just let me alone here, really please..." in the middle of her rant he just reached for her and grabbed her face and pressed it against his, teeth clashing mouths met! Their hands were everywhere, bodies trying to get as near as possible, suddenly Can paused, sliding on his knees before her, he needed to ask her to stay before anything was happening here, he needed to be sure she would stay, he needed to tell her how he was loving her. She was looking at him puzzled all swollen lips, her breasts raising and dipping, losing any feeling for time and space he reached again for her, pressing her against himself, his hands over her body, lips on her neck where her scent was the most intensive, his lips then trailing their way to her breast, leaving damp stains on her silky dresses material where he sucked and kissed, he was feeling how she was pressing herself more and more in his mouth, he wanted to talk how did they even get here... „SANEMM" he needed to talk first! Losing his mouth warmth she tensed in fear, she feared that he would withdraw and distance himself again and she would be left without him again. Angrily „Can bey" escaped her mouth. 

That bey was his undoing, he pulled her to him holding her hips, her skirts being pushed away his mouth trailed his way up her inner tigh bringing his mouth between her legs, finding her panties already damp under his tongue, her back curling and raising herself against the touch of his mouth.  A painful moan escaped her when he withdraw and pulled the panties off in one action. This time his mouth all demanding but soft on her bare flesh made her let out a heavy cry, he parted her swollen vulva with his tongue, leaving velvety strokes and sucking her most sensitive spot as it was just made for it, getting in and out of her entrance, sending shivers deep down her stomache, making her coil and press herself against his mouth. She was all breath and murmuring his name holding to his shoulders for her life. He was cupping her cold asscheeks with one hand pressing her against his face while he had his other hand in his own pants, they were riding an achy wave, the office raising and dipping in a storm, it took them not long till it exploded all around them. 

Seconds after they were done there were voices from the lobby. Sanem sprung on her feet, Can wiping his beard and face on one of the cushions, zipping up his pants and taking a seat and crossing his legs. Deren and two of the creatives entered the door „You're still working, good we have good news from the xxx project"... Sanem was just standing there, her eyes looking for her panties under the sofa, he looked amused in her face, winking and shaking his head slightly in a question mark. She was pointing with her eyes at the ground! He grinned and put his hand on his right pocket, getting up he had shoved that tiny silky thing there, it was his now. If she wanted them back she had to fight him and he didn't care if she wanted to fight him now and here before the eyes of Deren and Co. or later when she was clearly missing that plane. 

He was ready o fight for her!