“You are the avalanche
One world away
My make believing
While I'm wide awake
Just a trick of light
To bring me back around again
Those wild eyes
A psychedelic silhouette”
The song is "Salvation" by Gabrielle Aplin
-Her-
Fuck!
She never swore, not even in her head, but this was bad.
Why is Leyla even here? She assumed she would be with Osman.
“I think they are in the sitting room. We should dress while we can.” he whispered.
She could tell Can was just as worried about being caught as she was. She didn’t think anything less would get him to suggest more clothing. Or he just didn‘t want Emre to get an eye-full should he barge in.
“Tamam.” she felt the loss of his warm chest acutely, and covered herself with her arms until she could sit up.
He threw on a random t shirt, scraped his hair back in a messy bun, then helped her zip her dress up. They were dressed, but now what? She could still hear Emre and Leyla in the house. In fact their voices grew louder. They hadn’t moved closer, but were arguing loudly. Maybe if they snuck out the front door they wouldn’t notice?
Can must have had the same thought because he grabbed her hand and motioned for her to stay quiet. They tiptoed to the front door where she grabbed her shoes and bag. He closed the door silently behind him and dug his keys out from his wet shorts pocket.
“Why didn’t you change pants?” she knitted her brows in confusion as they climbed in his truck.
“I wasn’t really thinking straight, otherwise I would have.” his smirk was sinful.
“Will they hear us leave? Is that suspicious?” she was still concerned.
“Maybe, but at least they didn’t catch us doing anything.”
“That’s true.” she was embarrassed all of a sudden and blushed profusely.
He caught on to her shift in mood. “Are you alright, sevgilim?”
“Yes.” the term of endearment made her blush more.
They were near her neighborhood when he spoke again.
“Sanem, bir tanem?” he wanted her to look at him.
“Evet?” she obliged.
He put a warm hand on her knee but kept his eyes on the road. "I just want you to know that I am very happy with anything you give me. And you gave me a beautiful gift tonight. I will cherish it.”
She knew he was making sure she was at ease about their physical relationship. “I love you, Can.”
She picked up the hand on her knee and held it in both of hers. She smiled at him and when he turned from looking at the road his smile brightened too. I’m okay. I liked it. I want this with you.
Their conversation in the car had distracted her from the event that precipitated their hasty departure. She sat in her room, freshly showered and in comfortable pajamas, thinking about Leyla. Can had dropped her off before her 10pm curfew, but it was now past that time and her sister still wasn’t home. She couldn’t hear her parents arguing or yelling, so did they even know she was gone? She would of course cover for Leyla any way she could, but she was growing anxious.
She texted her sister and Can, just in case she was still at the Divit house and he could give an update. He messaged back saying she wasn’t there, and neither was Emre.
I hope they are alright.
Then she heard the front door slam shut. She ran out of her room to see that it was indeed Leyla, no Emre, but she looked like she had been crying. Mevkibe and Nihat were seemed shocked that their eldest daughter had been the one to break curfew and they had questions. Where was Osman? How do you explain yourselves? What happened? Were you crying?
Leyla dodged every question, just stormed up the stairs and locked herself in her room. Her mother and father looked at her for answers but she was just as surprised as them. Her sister had never done anything like this before and none of them knew what to do. All three thought it best to leave her alone for the night, but she would definitely be hearing an earful in the morning, they both would. Her irritation at possibly getting stricter guidelines was dulled by her concern for her sister.
She stayed up a while listening for crying or a phone call from Leyla’s room, but heard nothing. She texted Can goodnight and tucked herself in bed.
Memories and feelings from earlier in the night came flooding back to her as she closed her eyes to sleep. She had never experienced anything like that in her life. She’d felt fleeting glimpses of pleasure with him before, but nothing like that. She couldn’t even contemplate what it would be like to give herself to him fully. What they had done this evening was just a taste. That thought alarmed and exhilarated her. How would she survive when the time came?
She naively thought tonight would be the night. It was a good thing it didn’t work out actually. Now that she thought about it, she kind of wanted it to be a bit more special. Not to mention she hadn’t given a single thought to using protection. She just assumed he might have something, but she sprung herself on him, and neither of them had the presence of mind to have that conversion in the middle of making out. She vowed to herself to be more mature and practical. She would have to bring it up with him, no matter how uncomfortable it made her. Besides, if she thought her parents would be mad about a broken curfew, then an unplanned pregnancy would send them through the roof.
As nervous as she was to have that conversation with him, she was more excited to try again. He was going to make it good for her, she just knew it.
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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"
