The consequences of falling

Chapter 20

To commemorate the one month anniversary of me writing this story, I'll be posting two chapters today =) But also, because these two chapters make more sense together than few days apart. And though this story started with CanEm and these two chapters are CanEm too (as well as the next two chapters) - this is purely a coincidence, I wasn't planning this anniversary 'loop'.

Another author's note (sheesh, sound pretentious, don't you think? 'author's note'! who do i think i am?): I'd be stepping away from this story for few days to write a ficlet about LeyEm, their honeymoon and whatever else I feel is missing from yesterday's LeyEm episode (and you can pry that title from my dead hands! it WAS LeyEm episode, first in 37 episodes, and there are no two ways about it!). The story would be posted sometimes this week (not sure when, the story is still blooming inside me, haven't written itself yet) but before the next episode (just in case they will show some of LeyEm honeymoon and I don't want to knowingly contradict the canon here).

After that I'll be coming back to this story, I have 14 more chapters to write, we'll see how it goes =)

Aydin house...

Sanem has led Can upstairs to her room, briefly stopping by Leyla's room to tell her she's back home. By the way Leyla's eyes rounded at the sight of Can behind Sanem's back, he knew she wasn't pleased with his presence. No matter how much rapport they'd built recently, Leyla was still not a fan of him being with Sanem in her room. At night. Alone.

Can nodded as if answering some unspoken question and Leyla nodded back. Leyla then whispered something to Sanem's ear and got back to her phone conversation – Can assumed it was still with Emre. Lucky bastard! His beloved WANTED to talk with him!

While Can's beloved stood in the middle of her room looking everywhere but him. Can thought she looked angrier than before and couldn't figure out what could he possibly have done in the last few minutes until Sanem sighted and raised her head.

- She was right! It's a mess... Sorry...

- Mess? What are you sorry about? Bi tanem, I don't...

Sanem made a circular motion around her with her hand and repeated:

- This mess. I didn't think about it when I'd invited you up. I'm sorry.

Can's expression was confused for a moment – and then he roared with laughter making Sanem jump at the sudden sound. Leyla's voice, muffled by the wall between the rooms, shushed them with something that echoed like 'Behave!'

Can clasped his hand to his mouth to silence the offending sounds. Whenhe was able to speak, he whispered:

- Sanem, of all the things I thought you'd be upset right now, this was not even on the list!

Sanem was busy tiding up the room that looked like... well, like two women were getting ready for the big evening! She was throwing garments and bags of make-up into the wardrobe and in record time the room looked almost the same as the first time he'd been here. Sanem went to rearrange the cushions on her bed – probably, to offer it for them to sit down. Something fell out from the bed and Sanem bent down to grab it immediately. Can wouldn't think of it twice if it weren't for the quick glance she'd sent his way and the way she hid the recovered item behind her back. Sanem's expression was a mix of protectiveness and guilt as she was backing away from him to her mirror stand. Can stopped her with a request:

- Canim, whatever it is, you don't have to hide it from me.

Sanem shook her head in defiance – she wasn't going to reveal her secrets that easily! Can challenged her: