London Calling - Kuzgun/KuzDil

Part 2

Thank you for the response on the first chapter! I'm so glad people love where this is heading. 

This chapter has our typical KuzDil teasing and flirty with one another and an introduction of an unknown character, but I hope you like her!  

I had already written this fanfic when Baris GoDaddy ad came out where he spoke in English and well...let's just say you will now hear his accent when you read. 

This is the longest chapter I think, with two parts, both in Dila's POV. Enjoy! xxx

P.S I've been to the hotel the venue is held at...for the exact reason Dila gives...LOL.

Dila POV

With Kuzgun clutching her hand in the back of the car on the way to the venue, she gazed out the window at the place she used to live in on and off for many years. It felt strange to be back but she could never deny how beautiful the city of London was. Even if she had mixed feelings when she studied here.

"Dila'm" Kuzgun spoke her name and she turned to face him.

He looked so handsome in a black tux and white shirt that always suited him. His hair had grown since their wedding, his curls gelled back and the tan from the summer was still evident on his skin.

She had bitten down hard on her bottom lip when he had come out of the bathroom of their hotel room in just his suit trousers. She had been tempted to not go to the reunion at all when he looked like that.

"Iyi misin?" he questioned, a look of concern etched over his face as he stroked her hand.

She was brought out of her thoughts of him shirtless and gave him a reassuring nod, "I have you by my side, of course I am" she told him emphatically.

"Iyi," he returned and gave her a wink, he turned his head to look out the window, "this place is amazing," he spoke in awe as they drove through the streets of inner city London, "I wish I had been here with you back then"

His voice sounded sad, but Dila shook her head in response, "If you had still been with me in Istanbul....," she spoke and he turned back to her, "...I never would have come to London in the first place"

Kuzgun being lost also meant she was lost. She felt she had no purpose and couldn't find her way. Running from her life in Istanbul was the only way she could escape the darkness and sadness that was drowning her family.

Shortly after Kuzgun was lost and her mother passed away, there was nothing left for her there. Her father was deeper in with Behram's world and she thought the only way to free herself was an education abroad.

There was no doubt in her mind that if Kuzgun had still been with her when they were children and they had grown up properly together, she would never have come to London to study.

Kuzgun gave her a sad smile, knowing exactly what she meant. 

Slowly he leaned across the seat, not allowing his seatbelt to restrict him and gently kissed her cheek.

She slowly closed her eyes as he did so. His comforting touch was always what she needed to heal her wounds. A sad thought or bad memory could be washed away by a simple kiss or caress from him.

He lingered there for a while and Dila opened her eyes as he started to pull away and noticed his gaze travelling down the length of her body, clearly noticing something about her dress.

He made a ticking sound with his mouth and shook his head lightly, his face still inches from hers, "My thigh is exposed" he resorted deeply.

Dila snorted at his comment, and looked down at her red satin dress that had a slit down the side, "Your thigh ha?" she questioned with raised eyebrows.