"I’m on fire like a thousand suns
I couldn’t put it out even if I wanted to
These flames tonight
Look into my eyes and say you want me, too
Like I want you”
The song for today is “Hunger” by Ross Copperman.
So...this chapter is going to be more like pg-13+. I just wanted to put a warning since this work isn't rated. I plan to continue in that sort of direction. Can & Demet play sexual tension moments so well, but I'm using the written word and can't be as subtle sometimes. Plus maybe I don't want to be as subtle as EK is...
Let me know what you think.
-Him-
Four days.
Four days since he saw her, touched her. Spending the night with her in his arms was all he could ever wish for. But now he was hooked. He was greedy and needed more. She was his addiction, and he thought he had been handling his withdrawals alright, until she said that she missed him too. That broke his resolve.
He was going to see her today, and he didn’t care what it took.
Unfortunately, he was being pulled in about sixteen different directions at work and it was making it impossible to think of a clever plan. As it was, he couldn’t even leave until nearly quitting time. He slipped away an hour before everyone else was set to leave and ran down the stairs to the parking garage. He had never peeled out of there faster.
Hopefully he could still catch her at the library. If he couldn’t, he wasn’t sure what he would do. He was feeling particularly devil-may-care today, so he might just stroll right in her house and steal her away from her parents.
He parked about a block away and cautiously approached the library. He could see through the windows that she was the only one in the building, so he felt comfortable enough to let his guard down. He wanted to surprise her. He loved sneaking up on her, catching her unaware. She made these little squeaking noises and her breath came fast. Allah Allah . His mind wandered down a dark path.
She was sitting at a table in between two tall bookshelves. He could tell she was absorbed in her own little world. He smirked. I’ve got you now.
“There you are.” he hoped he sounded sexy.
She didn’t squeak or breathe heavily and he was a little disappointed. Oh shit, she’s actually scared. She wasn’t breathing at all .
He stood her up out of her chair and whirled her around to face him. “ Sanem ! It’s me.”
“I know.” she tried to sound nonchalant, but the way the air stuttered out of her lungs gave her away.
“It’s alright.” he hugged her tight, her arms trapped between their chests. He could feel her breathing calm.
After a minute she pushed away just enough to look at him. “You can’t be here, someone will see!”
“Gel!” he whisper-yelled and pulled her by the hand . She took a few seconds to don her coat and gather her things.
He took them around the corner and halfway down a block to an unused alcove.
“Can! What are we doing?” she was breathless again, but in a good way.
He had her boxed in against an old door , his large palms pressed against it on either side of her head. He towered over her.
“I’m kidnapping you.” he was teasing her, but he also half meant it. He wanted to.
“You can’t!” she whispered in amused outrage. “It’s nearly dinner time, and my parents...”
“Just for a few minutes then.” he gave her a quick smile, then the atmosphere turned serious.
“I needed to see you, touch you.” he ran his fingers through the fly away hairs by her face and angled his head so that his nose brushed hers.
“Me too. I mean, I wanted to see you too.” she was getting flustered. She didn’t know what to do with her hands so she put them on his chest.
Her touch burned him in a delicious way. All of his inhibitions floated away on the breeze.
“Can I kiss you?” he was desperate.
Her quiet gasp was nearly his undoing. Then she whispered, “Yes.”
It started chaste enough, just their closed lips pressed tightly to the other’s. But then she made a small noise in the back of her throat and he lost his tightly held control. He closed what little gap was between them and pressed her fully against the door. He thought she would gasp in shock or offense, but she just fisted her little hands in his jacket and angled her head to deepen the kiss.
They had never kissed like this, even when they were officially together. He had a vague notion that he should probably rectify that situation and ask if she wanted to be his girlfriend again, but her tongue brushed against his and all thought left him.
His hands couldn’t find a home, they travelled all around her. They pressed against the door behind her, then cupped her face, then tangled in her hair, then moved down her arms to her waist. When his fingers brushed her hips under her coat, she arched her back into him. He knew she could feel what she was doing to him, but he didn’t care.
He blocked out everything but her. Her sounds, how she felt against him.
He didn’t hear several sets of footsteps coming down the alleyway. He didn’t feel them approach their alcove.
“You! Get away from her!”
END NOTE:
PG-13, huh! Hold on to your butts.
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Fanfiction"But I would rather feel the sting Than never to have felt a thing I'll always know you were the one To rip me from the ground"
