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Part 9

Ömer: Come in.

Kıvılcım stumbles into his house like a dramatic soap opera entrance. Her bag nearly takes out a coat rack.

Kıvılcım holding her finger on her lip.

Kıvılcım: shhhhhhhh. Mavi is sleeping!

Ömer: If you hadn't noticed, I'm not the one making noise.

Kıvılcım (pointing at him): How dare you accuse me of cowardice?! I have stared down art critics, fundraising board members. I am not a coward!

Ömer, amused, leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Ömer: You're so drunk.

Kıvılcım: I am emotionally lubricated, thank you very much.

Ömer (smirking): Emotionally lubricated enough to come all the way here in the middle of the night to demand... what, exactly?

Kıvılcım: Justice.

Ömer (chuckling): You're adorable when you're indignant.

Kıvılcım (gasping): How dare you call me adorable! That's demeaning! I am fierce! I am a lioness!

Ömer: A very fierce lioness. Who almost knocked over my umbrella stand.

Kıvılcım (huffing): You need to take me seriously!

Ömer (walking toward her slowly): Okay. Let's be serious.

Kıvılcım backs up slightly.

Kıvılcım: Not too serious. Let's not be, like, courtroom drama serious.

Ömer stops a foot from her. His voice lowers.

Ömer: Why are you really here, Kıvılcım?

Kıvılcım wavers.

Kıvılcım (mumbling): Because you called me a coward... and you got under my skin. And maybe... I hate that you know how to do that. Maybe I...

She hiccups.

Kıvılcım: I need water. Where's your kitchen?

She marches past him into the kitchen, opening random cabinets. Ömer just watches her, eyes warm but unreadable.

Kıvılcım (from inside the fridge): Who needs five different types of cheese?

Ömer: Don't judge my dairy habits.

Kıvılcım: I'm judging everything. Your wine glasses don't match. This is chaos. I bet your sock drawer is also a battlefield.

Ömer (grinning): Would you like to see my sock drawer?

Kıvılcım turning, holding a bottle of sparkling water.

Kıvılcım: You wish.

She slams the fridge shut, takes a swig of water, and lets out a satisfied sigh.

Kıvılcım: Okay. I'm leaving before I do something really stupid.

Ömer (quietly): You mean more stupid than showing up at my door drunk, ranting about cheese and cowardice?

Kıvılcım (nodding solemnly): Exactly.

Kıvılcım:
I meant what I said. I don't like you.

Ömer (leaning against the wall): You're not very convincing, you know.

Kıvılcım (glaring): Well, you're not very tolerable.

Ömer: Yet here you are.

Kıvılcım rolls her eyes. She moves to leave the kitchen but her head starts spinning. She involuntarily grabs Ömer's arm.

Ömer becomes concerning. He puts his hand on her waist.

Ömer: Are you okay?

Kıvılcım laughs.

Kıvılcım: My head is spinning like a tornado. I don't feel too good. I need to get to the bathroom and wash my face.

Kıvılcım stumbles into Ömer's chest, gripping his shirt.

It's only then Ömer notice the dress Kıvılcım's wearing. A fluid silk-satin blend that clings like a second skin. Plunging deep V-cleavage that ends just above the navel, tastefully edged with a delicate sheer mesh insert for structure and a hint of mystery. A high slit up one leg... dangerously high, revealing her toned thigh and hinting at confidence and danger in equal measure.

Ömer takes a deep breath, trying to calm the burning effect in his lower groin.

Ömer bends down, placing his hand at the back of her knees and picks her up.

Kıvılcım gasps at Ömer's sudden movement.

Kıvılcım (slurring her words): What are you doing Ömer?

Ömer: Carrying you to the bathroom. Do you have a problem with that?

Kıvılcım: I do.

Ömer: I don't care.

The corners of Kıvılcım's lips twitches up. Ömer looks at her fierce eyes but they involuntary go down to her deep cleavage. He bites his lip.

Ömer: Did you have to come to my doorstep looking like this? Why are you anyway going out drinking looking like this?

Kıvılcım hits Ömer's cheek softly.

Kıvılcım: What's it to you? I can do what I want. Anyway, if I knew that I would be ending up in front of your door, I would've put on my ugliest dress. You don't deserve to see me like this.

Ömer laughs.

Kıvılcım: Don't laugh.

When they reach the bathroom, Ömer slowly lowers Kıvılcım to the floor. She tries to stand firmly but can't, so Ömer steps in trying to steady her.

She bends over and tries to wash her face, but she's struggling.

Ömer is starting to get impatient. He pulls her back, opens the shower door and lightly push her in.

Kıvılcım: Are you stupid? What are you trying to do? Trying to take advantage of me while I'm intoxicated?

Ömer opens the water, and the moment Kıvılcım feels the cold water drop on her warm skin, she gasps.

Kıvılcım: It's cold, it's cold!!!

Ömer: Don't scream! You'll wake up my daughter!

Kıvılcım: You're telling me not to scream, yet you're screaming. The water is cold idiot.

Ömer: You're exaggerating.

Kıvılcım: Am I?

Kıvılcım grabs Ömer by his shirt and pulls him under the water. The freezing cold water hits him and out of reflex he steps forward to get out of it, involuntarily pushing Kıvılcım against the shower wall.
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Hi, #kıvmerciler 💋

Since I made you wait a little too long, I gave you an extra long chapter.

Hope you enjoyed it! 😉