Prompt: What if after the dance Serkan manages to convince Eda to let him take her home. Somehow while they were dancing everyone left and he refuses to put her in a taxi. Eda gets a little frisky in the car and he has to pull over and give into her whims. BAM car sex!--Anonymous ;)
Serkan:
She's over there talking to Efe. She's smiling at him the way she used to smile at me--that's my smile. They way her eyes sparkled when she smiled just for me and made me feel like I was the luckiest man in the whole world... I close my eyes and clench my jaw, taking deep breaths. I hate this.
They're way too close to each other. Really, does he need to be that close to her when they're talking? What kind of boss is he? He says something that makes her laugh and I just want to punch him in the face. I just want to punch him right in those stupid dimples of his that I keep hearing all the women in the office swooning over.
Too late, I realize she's walking toward me and I'm not fast enough to look away and pretend I wasn't watching. She's already noticed.
"Well? Why aren't you having fun?" She looks right into my eyes, challenging me. She's had a few drinks, it's obvious.
"Hmm. Let's see. Why am I not having fun?" I lean forward and rest my forearms on the bar and take a deep breath. I consider making something up--I don't like crowds, I don't like loud music, I don't like being around a bunch of drunk people--but I don't. I just tell her the truth.
"Look." I start, my face stony and cold on purpose. "We're not together anymore, right?" She raises her eyebrows and nods, her shiny hair bouncing with the movement of her head. My fingers suddenly itch to run through her hair and I wrap them tight around my glass and continue. "But it's really not necessary for you to talk to Efe like that in front of me."
She looks at me like she can't believe what I just said. "This is your problem? What other people will say...this is your problem?" She laughs without humor. "You really are an insensitive robot."
She starts to walk away, but I'm not ready for her to leave me yet. I grab her wrist to stop her, and I feel a jolt of electricity run through me. Memories from the last time I touched her flash through my mind and claw at my heart. She turns and looks down at my hand on her arm and then up at me.
"Eda, let's dance a little." I don't wait for her to answer. My hand goes to her waist and I'm already pulling her in close to me. "Can we?" I can see the surprise in her face, the longing. God, I'm such an asshole. I had this incredible woman and she loved me so much--and I love her more than anything--and I pushed her away. But sometimes, like right now, I can't push her away from me. I need to be close to her. She smiles a little, and I pull her even closer. "Will you dance with me?" I hope it will take her a while to remember she hates me.
One of her hands comes up to rest on my shoulder, and I hold the other in my hand and squeeze her fingers. "Okay." Her voice is barely over a whisper. She's still got this shy little smile on her face.
I know I'm confusing her, and I know I should have just let her walk away from me, but I really couldn't. I couldn't let her go.
"Are you okay?" I ask her. I need to know that she still wants to be close to me, still wants me to touch her. I need to hear it from her. I'm such a selfish bastard.
She looks down and her smile grows wider, her adorable dimples coming out for me before she looks back up at me.
She doesn't answer, so I follow up my question. "Hmm?"
She shakes her head. "I'm good." Her face comes in closer to me, her cheek so close to mine that I can feel the warmth radiating from her. She wants to dance with me, cheek to cheek, but she won't allow herself to do it.
