AU post Episode 37 because in my version Emre and Leyla actually escaped Istanbul after their wedding to have a much needed alone time... and much wanted honeymoon!
P.S. Yes, it will be NSFW in some chapters =)
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Morning started with a bit of a jolt as the bed underneath her actually moved! Leyla took a second to get her bearings and remembered that it wasn't just her bed that was moving – the entire room was rocking slightly in correspondence with the waves breaking over the board. Yeah, that's right, she was on a boat!
Leyla jumped out of the bed. First thing she needed to locate was her suitcase, she'd definitely had one yesterday! Or rather... scratch that... first thing Leyla WANTED to locate was her husband – she had one of those yesterday too!
Foregoing the idea of clothing – Emre had already spent the whole night with her and will hardly be shocked with Leyla's very respectable pajamas – Leyla shot out of the bedroom to the kitchen area. She didn't find her husband, but she did find breakfast. Served beautifully on the plate, there were French toasts, honey, some fruits, cubes of cheese and apricot jam, her favorite. Hungry growl from her stomach confirmed that Leyla won't be skipping this meal, so she took the whole plate and went to find Emre. Leyla stumbled on the stairs and lost one of the apples that jumped down with the knocking sound – Leyla made a mental note to find it later. First husband, then clothes, then apple.
Serena, their motorsailer, was a big boat (not that Leyla had seen that many boats up close), but not big enough to hide Emre. His was kneeling at the deck, tying some rope connected to the smaller sail of their three sails. Emre was completely in his own zone and didn't notice Leyla even though she was pretty sure he'd glanced her way at least once. Leyla didn't mind the opportunity to fully ogle her husband, his hair wet – he must've taken the shower – his feet bare, wearing white linen shirt and light-blue capri pants.
Following Emre with her eyes was rather fascinating activity, but hunger was still there and reminded of itself with rude sounds, so Leyla set on the deck, placed the plate beside her and chewed on the French toast. And this was the best French toast she'd ever tasted in her life! Really!
- Mmmm...
Emre responded without turning to her:
- Did you say something, Leyla? And good morning!
She blinked in surprise and chewed quicker to swallow and respond:
- Good morning, Emre! So, you'd noticed me here? I thought you were too busy with your ropes!
Emre did one last manipulation with a rope that now looked like intricate weaving circling around metal nob on the deck and turned to Leyla. His eyes ran over her figure appreciatively
and stopped on her face. Emre nodded:
- Yes, I'd notice you anywhere. But also, you'd made some noise when you came up. One more also, these aren't called ropes, they are lines.
Leyla shrugged the last notice off:
- Look like ropes to me.
Emre came to sit before her, throwing one cube of cheese dipped in honey to his mouth.
