The Best Is Yet To Come

Feel It Still

Can is pretty sure she's avoiding him. For the life of him, he can't imagine why. He thought they were in a good place after their talk last night, but when he woke up this morning, she was stiff as a board on her side of the bed. He'll chalk that one up to him cuddling her like she was a life-sized teddy bear when he woke up.

Can's never considered himself to be an affectionate person. Even in the years where he dated Polen, he always kept himself aloof. They saw each other twice a year, three at most. Sure, they had sex every single time they met up. He's a man after all but nothing beyond just releasing the tension. He knew it, and Polen knew it. To this day, Can can't comprehend how his Sanem managed to get under his skin and ingrained herself into his entire being.

Can tries to figure out what he had done to spook his wife, he hears her cursing in the bathroom. Stubborn as a mule. Her doctor had given her permission to start walking with the assistance of crutches.

From the moment he woke up, she insisted on doing things for herself. The kids need to get ready for school. It was as if she was running away from him. It somewhat takes him back to their earlier days, when he chased her everywhere without even realizing it. He'll follow her every single time. He offers to make breakfast and help the kids clean up their room. It's the least he can do.

He hears a loud bang from the bathroom, followed by a painful cry. He can't help but storm in there. What if Sanem is hurt? Maybe he should've knocked because standing in the tiny bathroom is Sanem attempting to take a shower.

The sight of her nude body goes straight to his groin. He can't help but take in the little differences. Can doesn't have her photographic memory, but he remembers every single curve of her body. Her breasts are fuller, her hips a wider, her ass a little firmer. He's always been a sucker for her ass. His less than innocent perusal was interrupted by her wincing face.

"I banged my cast against the tub."

She's so stubborn. She would rather risk getting a concussion than ask for his help. He watches her try to adjust her footing. Her left leg outside the tub, covered in plastic, which acts as a makeshift barrier against the pelting water, in case it gets wet. She's trying to move closer to the showerhead to wash her hair.

Can make up his mind. Sanem may be too bullheaded to ask him for help, but it doesn't mean he'll watch her suffer. He takes off his shirt and sleep pants and jumps into the shower. The shriek that accompanies her surprise almost makes him laugh.

"What are you doing, Can?!"

"What do you think?"

He quickly grabs the shampoo and washes her hair before she can protest some more. He's trying to keep his feeling at bay, but his wife is making it extremely difficult with the sounds coming out of her mouth. Every flick of his fingers across her scalp makes her moan with pleasure, which makes him want to silence her with his mouth. This line of thinking is making him extremely uncomfortable. It takes him back to a similar scenario:

He and Sanem in the shower minus the clothes. The glass door fogged up and not just from the heat of the hot water spraying around them. He's supporting her weight against the shower wall while her legs are wrapped tightly around his waist. He was not silencing her moans but encouraging it by thrusting harder and faster.

Can is brought out of his reverie by the sound of a bottle dropping. He bends down to pick it up and gets the urge to lick his way up her body, just like he used to. He reaches around her to grab the sponge hanging from the caddy. As he opens the bottle, the scent of flowers invades everything around him. He's pretty sure she mixed her perfume with this body wash to torment him.

Everything about her is driving him insane. From the way her pupils are engulfing her irises to the way, she's biting her lip. He wants to substitute her teeth for his and kiss it to take the sting away. Can knows she's refusing to acknowledge the electric current still coursing between them, but he knows she can feel it because she shivers when he gets too close.

He watches her eyes follow the sponge he's trailing over her body, and he wishes she'd give him the go-ahead and give in to what they both really want.

Can knows Sanem won't. His mind understands while his other head doesn't. It just wants her touch. It craves her touch.

"I'm finished."

No, they're not. He's not nearly done but he'll let Sanem lead this game for now. He helps dry her off and arranges her robe. Can knows she can feel it too: the want, the need, the craving. She's running from it, and he's smart enough to let her. In the end, they'll find their way back to each other. He has a more pressing issue at the moment that needed to be taken care of ASAP.

Can's already soaked. His boxer briefs are definitely too wet. He might as well take a shower. The scalding heat of the water is doing wonders for his mind. He's still trying to figure out what he had done to scare her. All he can remember is lying on the bed, watching her. Next thing he knows, he was back in that hotel room at Agva.

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He was having a really good dream. Wet, warmth, and his wife's moans filled the air. His mind was probably still replaying the past few hours, but why does it feel so real? He opened his eyes and couldn't believe what he was feeling or what he was seeing. His wife's perfectly arched back moving up and down his lap with her hair thrown over her shoulder.

Her moans filled the air, and he realized his dream wasn't really a dream. If she wanted to ride him to her heart's content, who is he to stop her? She craved him enough to jump him while he was sleeping, and he'll give her free reign, no matter how hard he wants to help.

He's gripping the bed sheets for dear life. He wants nothing more than to hold her waist and guide her. She must be getting close. Her rhythm is stuttering. He knows he is. She happened to twist her head a bit and caught his eye. The look she gave him said it all.

With a primal growl, he sat up and gripped her hips hard. He's always been a bit of a rough lover, but something about Sanem makes him act out his caveman ways. His lips kissed anything his mouth can touch while his hand cupped her breast, all without missing a beat. It wasn't until he bit her shoulder hard did she finally shatter, taking him with her.

For a minute, they just sat still, trying to catch their breaths. He can see his teeth mark on Sanem's shoulder and felt a mixture of guilt and possessiveness. He kissed the mark and spread kisses up and down her neck, whispering how much he loves her. His wife finally turned her head and looked at his face completely.

"Is it a good morning yet?"

He just laughed, flipped her to her back, and showed her exactly how excellent this morning is.

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His breath came out of him with something else. Can looks down and realizes what he was doing. It's been four years since the last time he had sex, and being around Sanem is making it extremely hard for him to concentrate. It seems there's going to a lot of self sessions in his near future. At least he knows she's suffering as well. It gives me some sort of relief.

Minutes later, he finds himself in the kitchen making his children breakfast before they go to school. Sanem mentioned sometime last night that the twins are in a preschool program for two hours a day. She drops them off at the school, and someone from the orphanage picks them up.

The doorbell rings while he was cleaning the dishes, and he hears Violet yelling that she's going to open the door. He doesn't have enough experience with kids, but he knows not to let them open the front door to strangers. What he sees by the front door not only makes his heart drop but his blood boil.

His only daughter is in the arms of a tall blond man. The man carries Violet in his arms, with the familiarity of someone who has been in her life for a very long time. He is also carrying a bouquet of wildflowers in his other arm.

Who the hell is this?!