This picks up from the end of ep19 where they almost kiss outside the wedding hall. But instead of being interrupted by a phone call, they are interrupted by the cacophony of wedding guests spilling out of the building.
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Esra jumped back, suddenly aware of where they were...of what almost happened. "I'm going home," she said, shaken.
"I...I will drop you," Ozan offered, equally shaken.
They turned towards the noisy crowd approaching them.
"What happened Abi?" Ozan asked the first man who caught his eye, who turned out to be the bride's older brother, Osman.
"The bus that was supposed to pick us up had an engine failure and is stuck many miles from here. Yusuf is trying to figure out how to get the guests back home, maybe we will do a couple of trips in the cars we have available."
"We are just heading back to Istanbul, we can definitely drop 2 of you." He turned to Esra for confirmation, "Right?"
"Of course!" Esra agreed instantly.
"I brought the driver today, so with Esra and me - that's three, and we can take two more."
The crowd hustled over to the parking lot, finding spots in the cars that were there, and before Ozan knew it, 4 of the men had squeezed into the back seat of his car.
"Umm, Abi, I can only take two," Ozan said apologetically.
Osman, brushed aside his concerns. "Ozan Bey they are all going to the same house, how does it make sense for one person to go in another car."
"What about me?" Esra asked looking confused. Was she supposed to squeeze into the back with these men, or have Ozan squeeze in. Neither of those were feasible options.
Osman clucked dismissively, "Esra, my dear, you can sit with your husband in the front, yes? It's only a few miles."
Esra's eyes opened wide in shock. Oh no, no, no! She was not sitting with Ozan in the single front seat.
"Abi, two of us cannot fit in one seat." She waved her hand frantically up and down the length of Ozan, "look at this tall man! There's no way! Hayir!"
Osman, rolled his eyes impatiently like he was talking to a child, "Esra hanim, you can sit in your husband's lap. It's not a big deal, di mi?"
Ozan spoke up, "I'm sure it's illegal for us to take so many people in the car. If the cops see us we will definitely be pulled over."
Osman laughed out loud, "Trust me Ozan Bey, the police have better things to do in our village. Most likely they are all sleeping at their posts at this time of the night."
He waved away their fears, laughing again at the very thought.
"I'm sorry." Ozan turned towards Esra and shrugged his shoulders, grinning happily - his eyes shiny, his dimples deep. It was the least sorry he had ever been.
(His "I'm sorry ,but not really" smile)
Argh, he was really enjoying this, Esra thought. Damn that smile though. She wanted to punch him in the gut and kiss him silly at the same time. Ah, she was such a sucker for those dimples.
"I will kill you Ozan, I swear to God," Esra muttered, angry at him, and angry at her own wayward thoughts.
Once Ozan was in the seat, she climbed gingerly into the car and sat at the very edge of his knees, her body scrunched into a ball to avoid pressing against the dashboard on one side and pressing against him on the other.
"Scoot back a little, you're going to be really uncomfortable bent over like that," Ozan said, holding her by the waist with both hands and pulling her closer to his body.
(Her dress with the cutout at the waist)
Esra froze. His warm hand was against the cutout in her dress and now pressing against bare skin. He made no effort to remove his hands, even after he had pulled her back.
Then his thumb moved, drawing lazy patterns on her flesh, setting off little fires all over her body. His thumb wandered slowly up her torso, brushing a line along the underside of her breast. A liquid heat swirled between her legs.
She squealed.
"Is everything ok, Esra hanim?" one of the men asked from the back. "So sorry you are uncomfortable, it will just be a few more minutes."
"Mmm hmm" she mumbled, unable to find her voice.
Oran pressed his face into her back and inhaled deeply, before exhaling and spreading his warm breath over her hyper sensitive skin.
Esra's breath hitched and then whooshed out of her. She could almost feel him smiling against her body.
So he wanted to pay dirty, did he? She'd show him...
She shifted and scooted all the way back along his thighs, her curvy bottom fitting snugly into his crotch.
Then she...wiggled.
Ozan let out a strangled sound, and the driver looked over at him surprised. Ozan looked straight ahead pretending not to notice. This woman would be the death of him.
(She looked so damn beautiful in that one shoulder dress. The bare shoulder perfect for kissing)
Esra turned her head towards the window so no one could see her triumphant smile, her shoulders twisting in the process. But it presented her bare shoulder to him, and he pressed his lips against her upper arm.
She took a quick intake of breath, hissing quietly at the heat that scorched her skin at his touch.
She wiggled again, pressing against his growing hardness.
His lips blazed a trail up her arm to her shoulder and then to her ear. "Esra! Stop!" he whispered.
She turned her head slightly, so that his lips grazed her soft cheek. "You first," she whispered back saucily.
She was enjoying this way too much. After all these years, it still thrilled her that she could affect him so deeply, so immediately. The fact that he now affected her just as much was the part she was choosing to ignore.
He let out a deep sigh, holding her by the hips and moving her forward a bit. He needed the relief, he was completely turned on, and beyond uncomfortable at this point. The minx, she knew the power she had over him.
"Fine." he said in resignation, accepting defeat, and moving his hands so they were no longer against her bare skin.
"Fine." she retorted, a hint of a smile in her voice.
His hand moved across her body till he found her hand resting in her lap, and he linked his fingers through hers, slowly at first, hesitantly, waiting for her to resist.
But she didn't. She closed her fingers around his, realizing she wanted this touch as much as him. She turned to look at him, her eyes softening at the love and adoration she saw in his face. She turned back around quickly, her own eyes welling up. She leaned her shoulders back and and allowed herself to relax against his body, her head fitting under his chin, her bottom still a respectable distance from his crotch.
He wrapped his free arm snuggly around her waist, rested his chin on her head, and sighed contently.
Notes (2021-11-17)
I was reading The Love Hypothesis after seeing it on my twitter TL from a couple of folks who enjoyed it. There was a scene where the girl was forced to sit on the guy's lap for reasons out of their control and I immediately thought how perfect that would be for EsZan. So just wanted to write up something quick and cute and flirty for them. Hope you enjoyed it, and read the book if you can. It's a nice easy read.