Lord

Come with me

**TRIGGER WARNING** Mention of rape.

S: ''this is what happened to me... this is why I left New York, why I can't even talk about the city, why I can't be approached, why I am scared of nothing since I can't feel... scared of nothing but being touched...'' she folded her arms as to say that was it, she was done. 

Can slowly moved closer and pulled her onto him.

C: ''does that scare you?''

S: ''no...'' she whispered and gave him a small embarrassed smile, she looked at her feet when he didn't answer. He thought about his next move, he could lose her all over again. He lifted her head up, his hand under her chin and gently kissed her lips, it was warm and quick, she was in no state to be physically invaded. He decided then and there not to tell her he knew... not only did he know but he basically owned the man who had almost killed her; tonight had been traumatising enough. He was soon proven right when she relaxed in his arms and looked into his eyes.

S: ''when I saw you that day outside the lounge... I... I wanted to touch you...'' she chuckled, blushing.

Can nodded, bitting his bottom lip ''I want to touch you always Sanem...'' he stepped up and glided his hands over her face; they rested on her cheeks when he kissed her, slowly pressing his lips on hers until she let him deepened their kiss and she felt his caress inside her mouth at last. Once they started, they couldn't stop, their mouths dancing together and his arms travelling up and down her back and arms.

C: ''let's get you inside ok?'' she smiled and followed him in.

C: ''you hungry?''

S: ''will you cook?'' she chuckled.

C: ''no'' he answered without shame but a smile as he typed on his phone.

S: ''do you ever do anything yourself?'' he was about to answer when she interrupted in one breath, ''like things normal people do like cook, make your bed, your laundry?''

He chuckled and looked down signifying his answer was negative.

S: ''it must be so tiring!'' he looked at her, waiting for her to go on, he had never thought of his life as tiring given that he was surrounded by people doing things for him. ''everything you do bears consequences... you never get to just do something insignificant... that must be just so... stressful...''

Can was caught off guard, no one had ever voiced feelings he wasn't even aware he had.

C: ''I guess it keeps me focused.''

S: ''on what? The business?''

C: ''yes.'' he put the phone down and she assumed he had placed an order.

She sat on the sofa, her legs on her chest, ''what do you do for fun? A hobby?''

C: ''Jiu Jitsu, it's a martial art.''