When We Were Young (Camet Fanfiction)

part 15.

***mature content***

As their show began getting international recognition, Can and Demet started receiving invitations to attend award ceremonies worldwide. They were both extremely grateful and proud of their achievements, but their busy work schedule prevented them from attending most events.

Their managers notified them about the Murax D'or upcoming ceremony in Beirut, Lebanon. They were both nominated for the Best Actor and Best Actress categories. This significant award ceremony was one of the largest in the Middle East, and Can and Demet really wanted to attend it.
The show's producer was extremely proud of them, he recognized their hard work and uncompromising dedication on the set and he decided to reschedule filming so that they could go to Beirut.

They were both very excited about their first trip outside of Turkey together. Their hectic filming schedule had prevented them from sleeping together in the same bed for the past week, because they were simply too exhausted to even meet up after filming for approximately 15 hours a day. They were both extremely frustrated with the situation and couldn't wait to spend some much needed quality time away from everything.

Can decided to bring along his best friend Burak to distract the media frenzy from him and Demet. Demet asked her stylist Rutkay to join the trip and help her get ready for the event. She wanted to look absolutely amazing for her first international award ceremony, and Rutkay wasn't just one of her closest friends, but also an extraordinary stylist and a fashion icon.

Once in Beirut, Can and Demet were extremely overwhelmed by the amount of people screaming their names and trying to take a picture with them. They had no idea just how popular their show was outside of Turkey. Can immediately went into defense mode as a mob of people tried getting near Demet as they were trying to enter the ceremony's venue. Demet kept her sweet smile on, waved at everybody and tried to walk past the crowd. Can was right behind her, never allowing his eyes to drift away from her. He was seriously concerned for her safety. He just wanted them to be back in their hotel suite, away from the world.
As he was watching her elegantly walking in front of him, he realized that he didn't even get the chance to tell her just how gorgeous she looked. She was wearing a deep cleavage black A-line dress with diamond embroidery, and she looked more beautiful than ever. She looked like a precious butterfly waiting to spread its wings and take over the world, one award at a time.

Once they finally reached their table inside, everybody was taking their assigned seats. They were a pretty large entourage including Can's managers, his best friend Burak, and Demet's stylist Rutkay. Can sat by Demet, so close that she could feel his leg rubbing against her thigh under the fancy table. This was the first time they were at such close proximity for the world to see, and it made Demet anxious. All the camera flashes were pointing at them, as if they were the only nominees in the ceremony. Can tried to ignore the commotion as he looked at her and bit his lower lip. "I cannot wait for this to be over so I can rip that dress off of you with my teeth. You look so sexy baby." He whispered in her ear.
She was looking down, afraid anyone would hear them. She mysteriously smiled at him as she pressed her hand against his thigh and whispered in his ear "I can't wait either."

They both received their awards, and the crowd went crazy as they lovingly thanked each other in their speeches. Demet had tears in her eyes looking at her man go up the stage and instead of speaking of his accomplishments all he talked about was how grateful he was for having Demet as his partner on set. He finished by saying that all of his awards will forever be half hers. He looked so damn sexy wearing his form fitting black tuxedo, she thought. She had a weakness for him wearing suits, and he knew it very well. His tux tightly hugged his muscular arms, making him look deadly handsome. Demet felt her body getting warm just by looking at him. She couldn't believe that he was hers. He got off the stage and hugged her. She whispered in his ear, "Congratulations my love, can we please leave right now?" He looked at her and smiled. "Why?" He asked.
"I feel so hot in here... I can't catch my breath." she replied and uncomfortably scratched her neck.
"Don't test me... you know that I would just grab you and leave if I could. But we can't make a scene right now. Everyone is watching us... besides, it's almost over anyway." He replied.

As soon as the ceremony was over Can asked his managers and Burak to arrange for the hotel security personnel to isolate and secure their entire floor. He didn't want anybody to see that they are sharing the same hotel suite. He didn't want anybody to hear them through those thin thin walls.

The elevator stopped at Can's floor. He hugged Demet and stepped outside to the hallway waving goodbye to her. There were people in the elevator and she couldn't just go with him. He waited for her by the staircase, knowing that she'll run to him, counting the moments to take her in his arms. She quickly ran down the stairs in her high heels and fancy dress, counting the moments for him to take her in his arms. It's been a week since the last time he touched her, and she was badly yearning for his touch. He was her drug... a drug she couldn't live without.

As soon as their eyes met at the hallway, they were bursting in laughter. Demet was huffing and puffing from running down eight flights of stairs in her glamorous ensemble and Can was biting his nails down to the bone waiting to get her in his hotel room. She grabbed his neck and said "hold me." He picked her up and rapidly tried to open the door to his suite. The key wasn't working. "Come on just open it!" She begged.
He kicked the door open while she's still in his arms. The sexual tension made them both absolutely insane... they couldn't think straight, they couldn't even talk. They needed to break that tension, they needed it badly.

Once they entered the room, he pinned her against the tall glass window by the fireplace, using his teeth to unbutton her dress, just as he promised. She took off his jacket and shirt, carelessly throwing them across the floor while passionately biting on his earlobe and making him moan "God help me baby." She knew exactly what excites him, and she planned on using all of her secrets on him tonight.

He was rapidly unbuckling his belt with one hand, and climbing up her thigh with the other, making her sweat even more.

"Turn around" he said, and she quickly obeyed him with no hesitation. She was wearing nothing but her black pointed stilettos, still so tiny and small compared to his huge physique.
She was leaning against the window with her arms up, as he stood behind her with one hand leaning against the window and the other tightly hugging her waist from behind. He slowly pushed his pelvis against her, fully penetrating her as she bit her lips and quietly moaned. Every sound she was making, made him go crazier and crazier...He was steadily increasing his pace, pulling her soft hair back and kissing her neck. "Keep going... please don't stop" she begged as he pushed even harder, making her scream in pleasure. He was so focused on giving her the best orgasm of her life, as if his life depended on it. She was starving for more and he used every trick in the book to last as long as he possibly could. Feeling her petite body trembling in his big hands made the task that much more difficult, but he was aiming at pushing her over her limit. After she had her first orgasm he turned her around so she was now facing him, biting her lips and inhaling her sweet scent. He needed a short moment in order to catch his breath and keep himself going...he knew she wasn't done, and he wasn't done with her either. She pushed him against the velvet sofa by the fireplace and straddled him, slowly grinding her hips against his pelvis. He had to pray to God or whoever was listening at that fateful moment because he felt like he was about to explode inside of her. She was grinding on him faster and faster as he pushed his body up against her, maximising the friction and giving her a second and a third explosive orgasms. She felt like she was about to faint... and he still wasn't done with her.
He flipped her over on her back spreading her legs wide open. He looked straight into her eyes with his fire blazing eyes, as he slowly penetrated her. Her nails were deeply embedded in his back holding on to his dear life, making him push even harder as she was reaching her fourth and final mind-blowing orgasm. This time he joined her. He couldn't hold himself any longer...
A pure feeling of ecstasy and rush taking over his body. He has never felt anything like that before, he never knew he could reach such heights.

"My Christian Grey..." she whispered laying her hair against his broad chest.
He hugged her and whispered back,
"I'll show you one hundred and five shades of grey, my one and only."