Fic: New Beginnings, Part 2 (Kaya/Suna - Yali Capkini)
Pairing: Kaya/Suna
Rating: R
A/N: These two got me into the show, and I was so disappointed to see their scenes were cut in the new episode. Grrr…. so I decided to write their wedding night scene for myself and fill in some of the gaps.
Summary: As Suna struggles with her past on their wedding night, Kaya is there to offer her comfort.
Note: Posted this on AO3 already but didn't do it here. In case anyone's interested.
Part 1
Gif credit: @lovecaitlined
Part 2
Suna closed her eyes for a moment, taking a sharp breath.
“Want me to stop?”
She shook her head ‘no’. It wasn’t painful, not like her first time was – no, she refused to think of that monster now – but having Kaya penetrate her was uncomfortable. But within seconds the discomfort subsided.
“This feel okay?” Kaya murmured, his breath humming her skin.
He dropped kisses on her eyelids, the tip of her nose, his mouth trailing down to the oh-so sensitive spot on the corner of her neck – oh, she liked that, a lot – whilst moving inside her in a slow, rhythmic motion. Instinctively, Suna wrapped her legs around his thighs.
“You feel so good, love. I’m going crazy here,” he whispered in her ear.
Oh god, oh god, oh god. Soft moans escaped her. Suna couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, all she could feel was Kaya inside her. Pleasure coursed through her blood, flowing from head to toe, desire electrifying her.
That same pressure from earlier built again, hurling her towards the inevitable. With each thrust, her cries grew louder, she wanted to scream with joy. But what if everyone heard?
As if sensing her thoughts, Kaya covered her mouth with his hand.
Her eyes met his. And the same emotions she was experiencing were reflected back in his gaze, connecting them together. No one had ever known her so intimately before, it was dizzying to think that only he would.
He kissed her so sweetly, in direct contrast to the wicked things he was doing with his body. The rhythm of his pumps grew more frantic, speeding up the chaos inside her, taking her higher and higher until she was close, so, so close – and, just like the first time, everything hurled toward an urgent climax and ecstasy washed over her.
Except this time she wasn’t the only one who gave into that exhilaration. Kaya’s hands, intertwined with hers, squeezed hers so tight, his muffled groans buried in her neck as he came shortly after.
For a long time he lay on top of her, their bodies all tangled up together, breathing in unison. In a strange way everything about Kaya felt like home, even though the concept of home being warm and comforting was so new to her. The sensation of his hand on her naked body, his breath on her skin, the way his body fit so perfectly with her own – small moments of pleasure she’d never experienced before. After tonight, she didn’t think she could live without any of them.
He shifted, sliding out of bed. Disappointment swept through her. “Are you leaving?”
Naked, and not even remotely shy, he looked over his shoulder at her. A seductive smirk played along his lips. “I’ll be right back.” He went into the ensuite bathroom. A few seconds later, he returned with a wet towel.
Like so many times tonight, he surprised her by gently cleaning the wet cum between her legs. His touch was tender but assured, and she was overcome with shyness at how intimate the gesture was. “You don’t have to do that-” she protested.
Kaya didn’t stop. “I don’t mind. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
Relaxed, she watched him. Occasionally he would glance at her, giving her a playful smirk, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach every time he did.
Soon he returned to her side, and this time he pulled her close to his chest. Cuddled together, they rested in each other’s arms in silence. She thought it would be awkward for them, in so many ways they barely knew each other, yet there was this kinship that existed between them that was unexplainable. It was tenuous, barely held together by a thread after she overheard him saying she was pitiful – but then he came to her, earnest and beautiful, pleading with tearful eyes as he promised her vengeance against all those who did them wrong. And it was that promise that made her say yes to his offer, that deep understanding of what she needed even before she’d verbalized it to herself. Yes, she wanted revenge. But more than that, she never wanted to be a victim again, of her father or anyone else. And it was Kaya who recognized that.
Head nestled on his chest, she could hear his heart beating. It was calm and steady. Peaceful. Unlike the seductive strum of his fingers on the small of her back, caressing her skin.
“Suna?”
She looked up at him, her head nestled on his chest. “Yes.”
“My mother won’t make it easy for us. You know that, right?”
Suna nodded. “I know.”
“She’ll work overtime to ruin things between us.”
“I won’t let her.” Suna realized she meant it completely. Never would she be a victim of any one else’s manipulations again.
“We won’t,” Kaya emphasized. “I meant what I said when I proposed. We’ll take down all those who hurt us.”
Yes, they would. She believed that completely. Feeling warm and sentimental all over, she moved to rest beside him and started running her fingers through his soft, wavy hair. He closed his eyes, inhaling her in.
“Will you promise me something, Suna?” His gaze was piercing, an abyss of emotions, drowning her in them.
She nodded her head.
“Don’t be alone with your father.”
A painful sigh escaped her. “You’ve seen how he behaves. Being around people wouldn’t stop him from beating me.”
Kaya’s jaw clenched with agitation. He gripped her face, pressing his temple to her. “He won’t touch you again. I won’t let him! But if I’m not there and he tries, you have to fight back. Punch him, kick him, knee him in the groin – I don’t care. But you hit him and you run away. You run to me! And we’ll take care of him together.”
She stared at him, wondering why it never occurred her to fight back against her father. All the beatings and the violence and the pain he caused her and her mom and sister – yet they never fought back. It was sickening, all that societal conditioning they had internalized so they were always the victims.
“Promise me, Suna.”
“I’ll fight back.”
“He’s not a good man. He’s weak and pathetic, and the only way he can exert power is by bullying others. But you stood up to him today, Suna.”
“Because you were beside me.”
“But you did it. You! And if he’s like all the other weak men I know, he’ll do anything to take that power back from you. Maybe he’ll ask for forgiveness and plead with you he’s changed, or he’ll try to get you alone and scare you back under his control. Whatever it is, don’t fall for it. Because men like him never change.”
Suna saw the desperation in Kaya’s face and realized how much he cared. This was important to him, she was important, and she needed to value herself as much as he did. She placed her hand over his on the pillow, squeezing his grip for comfort. “I’ll never let him touch me again.”
Finally he looked a bit relieved, like he could breathe again. A small smile broke out over his lips. “You’re not wearing your wedding ring.”
“I removed it before taking a shower. It’s in the bathroom.”
“You don’t like it?”
She smiled. “It’s beautiful, but I told you I like the leaf one better. Too bad the leaves will shrivel up and die.”
Kaya pressed a soft kiss on their adjoined hands. “Then you’ll get a new one. Every week. I'll make it for you.”
The thought made her smile. “Really?”
He grinned. “Yeah. My wife will get everything her beautiful heart desires.”
Mischief lit her eyes, a wicked smile curving her mouth. She sidled up to him, her face tantalizingly close to his. “Maybe what she wants right now is you.”
He pulled at her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth, teasing her playfully.
Soon, she was screaming with pleasure again.
