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You're my oasis (Desire and Decorum AU! - Prince Hamid x OC)

Book: Desire and Decorum - Modern AU

Pairing: Hamid Osmanoglu x Elizabeth Foredale (OC)

Rating: PG (tw: kissing)

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Fast-forward to a couple of weeks into their new and unlabelled relationship, Hamid is coming back to London earlier from a trip because all he wants is to see his not-girlfriend Elizabeth.

Notes:

Prince Hamid belongs to Pixelberry;

This fic belongs to the Second Chances-verse;

Fic inspired by the prompt: "I could kiss you for hours" by @screnwriter (kissing starters);

This is my late submission to Day 02: ladybug | potion | Love Confession of @choicesjuly2022challenge (thanks for hosting it @peonyblossom ☺️);

English is not my first language.

I dedicate this fic to my dear friend and birthday girl @lorirwritesfanfic - my dearest, I know this is not a Damid fic, but I hope some fluff for Elizabeth x Hamid makes you smile today. I'm wishing you the happiest of birthdays and many wonderful things. Happy birthday! 🥳🎂💐🎉🧁🎁💝

The cab parked outside the building, Hamid paid the driver and got out with the carry-on luggage. The moment he stepped into the pavement, he pulled at the lapel of his overcoat to protect his neck from the gust of wind. He was back at London.

He was home.

His gaze travelled upwards, hoping the lights at his flat would be on, indicating Elizabeth’s presence. The brightness in his room prompted the corners of his lips to pull in an unabashed smile that almost reached his ears.

Ten days.

This is the longest they’ve been apart since their friendship morphed into this new and unlabelled relationship. The ache and longing in his heart indicate it was too soon to be away from her now that they finally got together. However, considering how much he yearns for her, would it ever be any different? He hopes not. Why would he ever want this flame inside his chest to die off?

Anyone who’s ever been in love can understand the feeling and why he’s changed his flight back to London. Not his mother, of course. Even though the odds of her being understanding about his choice were practically zero to begin with, he was not expecting her to be so vocal and make it everyone's problem. Last minute changes of plans were a common occurrence when it comes to Raisa's only son, but he assumes the issue is not so much about missing two days of his company rather than why he's going back earlier.

His sisters, on the other hand, were all but supportive. Not only did they book this flight for him, but Malak drove him to the airport and with Nesrim gave him plenty of relationship advice to not mess things up despite never even meeting Elizabeth personally. This is the first time in many years his sisters are invested in one of his relationship, and this being the one brings him immense joy.

From the pavement he sprinted inside the building, shoe soles clicking sharply against the lobby’s floor, making one of his neighbours jump with surprise on his way out of the lift with his Pomeranian. The tiny bouncing ball of fluff almost entangled its leash around Hamid’s legs in its eagerness to go outside, while he was crowding the way with his luggage.

Chuckling, Hamid apologised, getting out of the way, and rushed into the lift once it’s empty.

His eyes stare at the numbers at the display. 1.

Was it always this slow?

His fingers unbutton his overcoat quickly and he shrugs it off. His body is tingling with anticipation. He’s practically bouncing inside the metal box.

When could he ever imagine coming home would become so thrilling, something he longs for!

When the doors finally open, instead of rolling the luggage, he pulls it up from the floor and dashes forward, stopping a few metres before getting to the end of the hallway where the flat is located. Taking a deep breath, his fingers pull his dark hair back, and he walks carefully to not give away he’s getting home, because catching Elizabeth by surprise is one of his favourite things, and even more so watching her comfortably lounging in his place, unaware of his gaze. It always makes him think about a more permanent arrangement, one where she would stay.

Too soon, he chides himself.

The same cautious procedure is adopted when he slips out of his shoes and unlocks the door. With a soft click he closes it behind him, leaving his shoes, overcoat and luggage by the door without a second thought.

Gliding in his socks, he discerns the light by the end of the corridor in the otherwise dark flat.

Softly, the song Bir Pazar Kahvaltısıpop plays in the bedroom, and he smiles at the realization she’s probably listening to the playlist he made for her when they were just friends but he wished to be so much more.

When he reaches the door, he lingers in silence, enjoying the view: sitting cross-legged at the bed, Elizabeth's hair is pulled up in a high bun, she's wearing his orange jumper, which hangs loose on her smaller frame, the sleeves much too large for her arms, yet completely perfect. An open notebook lies on her lap and her eyes are fixed on the e-reader in one hand. Without tearing her eyes off from what she’s reading, her free hand gently strokes his cat Leia, who sleeps curled against her thigh. Staring at the scene, his smile becomes a wide grin at how absolutely perfect this is.

His heart is full of what he hasn’t declared with proper words - at least not ones in a language she can understand. Despite being eager to confess his love in all the languages he’s familiar with, he knows he should wait for the perfect occasion. Wait until she's comfortable with the changes and to not shy her away. He'll wait until she's ready.

However, waiting becomes more challenging by the day.

His sisters, who know him better than anyone, saw right through him and recognized the way his heart was not in most things he was doing these past days. Not that he was unhappy to spend days with his family, on the contrary. He had a wonderful time with all of them and particularly with his nephew; Cemil is such an energetic baby and hearing him say Hamid dayı just made his days brighter. He definitely enjoyed meeting his friends from university and partying with Kerem and Ozan in their fancy home with their glamourous friends at Muğla. But even at times like those, when he was completely in his element, his mind drifted to Elizabeth. Every funny joke or awestruck sight he wished to share with her. Whenever they texted and video chatted, he wished they were together. The evening she fell asleep before he could call her was dreadful. He needed to hear her voice like he needs air. He longed to be with her like he never longed to be with anyone else. He missed even the most mundane activities they did together, like going grocery shopping or binge-watching series in his couch.

Now that he’s here and she’s at the reach of his hands, it’s like completing a puzzle. His heart soars.

His presence seems to draw Leia’s attention. The cat’s blue eyes flutter open and she sniffs the air for a second, then stretches her paws, curling her back and launches herself to the floor, meowing loudly in his direction, like she always does when he comes back home.

Startled by the sudden movement and noise, Elizabeth’s gaze tears from the reading to follow the cat and find Hamid standing by the door with one of his bright and perfect smiles.

“Hey,” he says softly, eyes shining with adoration. “Is that my jumper?” His index finger points at her, and her eyes widen.

“You’re back!” the surprise echoing in her voice makes her statement sound more like a question.

“Did you miss me?”

Placing the e-reader down, she slides off the bed. In her eagerness, she forgets about the notebook in her lap, that drops with a dull thump to the floor, startling them. But it’s not enough to break the spell.

Moving around the outraged cat, Hamid starts in her direction, and she lunges forward to meet his open arms.

His arms encircle her tightly around the waist, pulling her body flush against his chest, and he twirls her around. A little squeal escapes her lips. The bedroom is filled with the sounds of their laughs, and the protests of the cat before Leia scurries away.

When he puts Elizabeth down, she throws her arms around his neck and gaze up at him with a joyful smile that crinkles the corners of her eyes.

Allah, she looks even more beautiful than when I left!

He dips his head and kisses her, his Elizabeth.

His soft lips glide against hers smoothly, and she sighs with contentment. At first, they are smiling too much into the kiss to enjoy it properly. It takes but a moment for them to adjust and revel on each other's touch.

Elizabeth is an oasis. Like a thirsty man who braved the inhospitable desert, he returns to her, drinking her in, his only need.

Raising on her tiptoes, she returns the gesture with similar passion. Delving her fingers into the hair of the back of his head, she keeps their faces close, until breathless they must part.

Pulling away just enough to look into her eyes, he cups her cheeks, grinning. “I’m assuming the answer to my question is ‘yes’…”

“Less talking and more kissing, dude,” she chides him, but there’s only glee in her tone.

“As you wish,” he whispers and closes the gap between them to pepper her lips, jaw and neck with another round of kisses, increasingly longer and more passionate.

He inhales deeply, her perfume mixed with his own, and he sighs against her neck, “I could kiss you for hours.”

“I would like that very much,” she whispers. “Unfortunately, I have a test tomorrow morning…”

“I consider awfully rude of your professor to schedule a test when I have plans to make up for lost time…”

“I’m sure Mrs. Larsson can be blamed for a number of things, but definitely not for this, considering you were not supposed to be back at London before Saturday afternoon…” she jokes, stroking his hair. “I’m not complaining or anything, but… did something happen?”

Raising his face from the crook of her neck, he met her slightly concerned stare.

“Yes, it did,” he stated in a serious manner, that made her flinch a little. “My sisters and basically everyone around me were annoyed by my incessant chatter about my girlfriend and decided to kick me out of Turkey. I’m only allowed to ever go back if I take you with me.”

“Oh!” Her green eyes rounded, and he wondered if he said anything wrong or too scary. His hands grasped at the jumper tightly to keep her steady.

“Girlfriend?” she asked tentatively.

Rubbing the back of his head with one hand, he questioned, “Too soon?”

The alluring hue of pink he adores spread over her cheeks, and she shook her head. When her eyes met his, they were sparkling with a hint of elation, and he let out a relieved sigh.

“Does that mean you missed me?” she asked softly, gazing into his eyes.

“I changed my flight…”

“You do love travelling…”

He chuckled. “I do,” he said while his thumb caressed the outer corner of her lips, tracing its outline, and lingering on the perfect shape of her cupid’s bow. Lowering his voice to a softer tone, he continued, “But, if you must know, lately I’ve been more enraptured with coming back home than going away. And you’re the reason.”

Her gaze lowered, as if she needed a moment to really take in what he was saying, then she looked back up, beaming.

“Why don’t I prepare you something to eat, while you take a shower, and you can fill me in all your adventures? I have many follow-up questions about the yacht incident.”

“That sounds wonderful!" He kissed the tip of her nose. "I have the best girlfriend in the whole world.”

“She’s simply happy to have her boyfriend back.”

“I like the sound of it.” He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her gently. “Say it again.”

“Boyfriend,” she whispered against his lips, and he smiled. “Now, go shower.”

“Just one more kiss...” he pleaded with puppy dog eyes, and she cupped his face and pulled him into a lingering kiss.

When he tried to pin her to the wall, she wiggled and escaped his hands. Her chuckles contrasted with his whinnying.

"Don't keep me waiting," she dared.

Pouting, he let her walk away.

When she looked at him over her shoulder, he winked, and she smiled and blew him a kiss.

Judging by the big smile curling her mouth, this step was much easier than he anticipated. Alas, the next chapters of their story will go as smoothly.

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Note:

dayı - Turkish word meaning uncle.

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