Same, same but different!

Part 11

Ömer grins, his fingers pausing mid-motion.

Ömer: She's a little bit like you... she already knows how to make an entrance.

Kıvılcım chuckles softly, but there's a nervous edge in her eyes.

Kıvılcım: Ömer… We need to stop doing this.

Ömer: Doing what?

His voice lowers, more serious now, even though he’s still hovering just above her.

Kıvılcım: Acting like whatever this is between us... is normal.

Ömer’s expression shifts.

Ömer: I know it’s messy. I know we argue, and it’s complicated because of Metehan, and Mavi, and... your past. Mine. But I want to explore "whatever this is".

Kıvılcım swallows hard. Her throat feels dry. Ömer's gaze shift between her lips and her eyes.

Kıvılcım: You said just one kiss.

Ömer: I did say only one kiss but...

She lifts her hand to his chest, pressing lightly for him to get off her.

Kıvılcım: Ömer…

Ömer: Tell me to stop, and I will.

She doesn’t speak. Her fingers curl slightly over the fabric of his pajama shirt. Her breath is shallow, her eyes flicking between his.

Then, she whispers.

Kıvılcım: Don’t stop.

It’s all he needs.

Their lips meet again, but this time the kiss isn’t tentative... it’s deep, slow, exploring. His hand trails down her thigh while hers finds its way to his nape. The tension they’ve been pretending to ignore crashes over them like a wave.

Then...

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Mavi (outside the door): Babaaa! I’m hungry! You didn't finish breakfast.

They freeze.

Ömer groans, burying his face into Kıvılcım’s neck.

Ömer: That child has an internal radar. She always knows when I’m just about to get somewhere with you.

Kıvılcım laughs shyly, pushing at his shoulder.

Kıvılcım: get off me!

Ömer: I don't really want too.

He kisses her one last time, short and full of reluctance, then gets off her.
They both quickly adjust themselves, Ömer running a hand through his hair, Kıvılcım trying to pull down the oversized shirt.

From outside:

Mavi: Did the tickle monster let you go, Kıvılcım abla?

Ömer and Kıvılcım laughs.

Kıvılcım: Yes, Mavi he let me go.

He turns to Kıvılcım with a smirk.

Ömer: Come on. Let’s go pretend to be responsible adults. (He shouts to Mavi) You can go downstairs kızım, we're coming!

Kıvılcım: Ömer I think I should call a taxi and leave now. You drop Mavi at my house in about let's say, two hours?

Ömer: Why?

Kıvılcım: Because if you drop me with Mavi, its going to look very suspicious. My sister is also at my house and knowing Alev, she will make conclusions within seconds.