Only You

5 - The Hut (M)

Can called the caterers and rented a DJ booth for Ceycey. Ceycey with a microphone, that would be interesting.

Little work got done the rest of the day, as everyone was so excited about their accomplishments and the party that evening. Seeing how it was pointless to just keep everyone there, Can gave another welcome announcement.
"Arkadaslar! I think we have all worked hard enough, let's call it a day. See everyone tonight!"

Can walked over to Sanem's desk and sat down on the edge of the table. She was packing up her belongings when he took her hand in his.  "Would you come home with me and help me get everything ready for the party?"

How can I refuse that smile. "I would love that." She stood and grabbed her bag. They walked hand in hand to the parking garage.

The caterers arrived shortly after Can and Sanem got to the house. Sanem got straight to work. She was a purple and yellow blur. Can watched her move around the house with such purpose. Sanem instructed the caterers where the various appetizers and drinks should go. She directed where the lights and extra seating should be out on the patio. She even helped set up the speakers and turntables for the DJ booth. She was excited to learn a little bit about something she previously had no knowledge of. Can watched all of this in amazement.

The party was proving to be a huge success. Everyone from the agency came and Ceycey was doing an amazing job at DJing. Sanem had already had a few glasses of celebratory champagne, and then had a few more after Ceyda showed up.

Everyone gathered around as a toast was made to their success. Can filled Sanem's glass with his own when he noticed hers was empty for the toast. They all cheered and clinked glasses with one another.
Can saw Sanem stumble a bit on her heels as she went to put her empty glass down on a table. He went to help her but got cornered by Ceyda and Deren and lost sight of Sanem.

Sanem took note of how unsteady she was. She didn't want to embarrass herself by falling over. She made her way to Can's room so she could sit down and rest her aching feet. She plunked down on the bed and muttered out loud as she took off her heels, "Ugh. Why do nice shoes have to be so uncomfortable and hard to walk in?" She fell back on the bed, her head slightly spinning from the alcohol.
"Sanem?" She turned her head to see Can walking in. "Are you okay?"
"I think I may have drank too much." She giggled and Can sat on the bed next to her.
"I think you may be right." He smiled down at her.
"Can, lay down with me." She reached her arms up to him. He hesitated at first but ultimately couldn't resist. He laid down next to her and she repositioned herself so she was laying on his chest with his arms around her. She let out a content sigh, "That feels better." Sanem placed her hand over his heart.
Can played with her hair and stroked her arm as they laid there for a few minutes just breathing together. "I love you, Sanem."
Sanem lifted her head up so she could look at him, "I love you too." She propped herself up on his chest and leaned down and kissed his lips. Softly at first, but the alcohol in her gave her a certain courage and she deepened the kiss. She licked his lips asking for entry. He obliged her and opened his mouth and their tongues danced together. He tasted the alcohol on her and gently pushed her up and away from him.
"Caaan..." Sanem protested.
"Sanem, you've had a lot to drink. I don't want you to do something you will regret."
Sanem brought her hand up to his cheek and stroked his beard as she gazed down on him. "We are just kissing, Can. I know you won't go any further. I trust you." She smiled and leaned back down to kiss him again. Can smiled against her lips and then he deepened the kiss first.
The combinations of alcohol, his lips, and his rough beard on her skin made for an intoxicating concoction and she felt like she was floating. Sanem moaned against his lips as he brought his hands to roam around her back. Sanem felt even more emboldened and draped a leg over Can and straddled his pelvis. She could feel him growing beneath her as she kissed him. She wondered if the alcohol was aiding in her calmness. In any other situation she thought she would have freaked out. But feeling him now made her feel special.
Can groaned in response to her sitting on him and he moved his hands down her back to her ass and he squeezed and massaged both her cheeks.
She loved the feeling of his hands somewhere they had never been before. She involuntarily began rocking herself on him. It felt instinctual.
Can felt his pants tighten more and more as she moved against him. He knew he should slow down, but it was proving difficult. Sanem noticed that little bit of hesitation from him. She broke the kiss and whispered quickly before returning to kiss him, "I trust you."
Can smiled again against her lips as she sucked on his bottom lip. Her trusting him with something so important to her, to both of them, sparked a new fire inside him. He flipped them both over so he could be on top. He didn't straddle her like she did him. She may have trusted him not to take advantage, but he wasn't sure if he trusted himself. He stayed on her side so she couldn't feel just how aroused he had become. He used one hand to help hold himself over her and the other to glide down her body. Can moved his hand over her right breast, but continued on to her hip and squeezed there. Sanem noticed the detour, and grabbed his hand to bring it back to where he originally wanted to go. Once again he smiled against her and moved his lips to suck on her neck as he kneaded her breast.
Sanem's neck began to sting with the amount of biting and sucking Can was doing but she didn't dare stop him. She trailed her hand from his side, across his abs and down to his waistband. She wanted to make him feel as good as he was making her. She stuck her hand in more but Can let go of her breast and caught her wrist. He mumbled against her skin, "Sanem, I won't be able to stop."
"Caaan..." Sanem protested again.
"Please Sanem."
Sanem could hear the struggle in his voice. She wanted him, but not like this. A house full of people, her head dizzy. Not just from Can but from the amount of champagne she had. She also wanted to tell him the truth about her almost deal with Fabri before they went all the way. Sanem nodded her head and Can lifted himself up out of her neck and laid down next to her. They turned on their sides to face one another.
Can smiled at the scratch marks left on her face from his beard and the mark he made on her neck. "You're going to remember we did all this in the morning, right?"
"Photographic memory. Even with the alcohol. And I couldn't be any happier to have it so I can remember every detail of you and your hands on me."
"I like how you say what's on your mind when you drink. I like to know what's going on in that beautiful head of yours."
Sanem giggled, "You don't need to get me drunk for that. You just have to ask."
"I do have a question I want to ask you."
"Yeah? Go ahead, ask me."
Can smiled at the redness in her cheeks from the alcohol. "Later. I'm going to ask you later."
"You're going to make me wait?"
"Hmm... more like you are making me wait." He laughed and kissed her nose. "Ready to head back out there?"
"Yeah, I think you counteracted the effects of the champagne." She giggled as he helped pull her up into a seated position.
He grabbed a sweater that was draped over his chair to tie around his waist. Sanem cheeks reddened even more realizing what he was trying to hide.
He knelt down at the foot of the bed and helped her put back on her heels. "My very own Prince Charming."
He played along and offered out his arm with a little bow. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his that he held out for her. They walked out of the bedroom and back to the party that was still swinging.
Everyone was enjoying themselves so much that no one noticed their disappearance. Sanem reached for another glass of champagne and looked to see Can's reaction. He looked concerned but didn't stop her. "Şaka, şaka. I'm just kidding." She moved her hand a little further down the table and grabbed a water.
Ceyda came over to them and started flirting with Can, not that he noticed. And Sanem now wished she had grabbed that champagne instead of water. She had faith in him not to flirt back. But Ceyda hardly seemed to mind that his girlfriend was standing right next to him. Ceyda wouldn't let Can not flirting back stop her from pursuing him.
There was a knock at the door and Sanem, still in her hostess frame of mind and wanting to get away from Ceyda, went to answer it.