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So.. anything Hürrem and Süleyman related😁 like maybe filler scenes that could've been in the show, but weren't, that would add to their relationship.. there is this post for ideas, but if I think of something more detailed I'll send another ask. sorry if this is kinda vague

Okay, so based on your prompts you probably wouldn't mind a silly fluff piece, which, lucky you, that is exactly what I wrote! Just. The most no-plot, all-romance fic ever. Call it Massage or something. Featuring some horniness and A LOT of physical contact.

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After that first night, Alexandra was woken up way too early by something she could not quite place, untill she realized that Süleyman wasn’t next to her. She sat up at the bed, thoughts still lousy and pained eyes closing on their own, and forced her sore thighs to move in order to get out of bed. In the dark, she saw the sillhouette of her lover creeping to the door. „Süleyman?“

„Alexandra? You’re awake?“

„How could I sleep without you next to me?“

„I wish I could never leave my bed without you, then, but the morning prayer is fast approaching and I need to clean myself of... The last night.“

„You’re going to the mosque?“

His tone was slightly bemused. „No. Don’t fear, I’ll come back to bed soon. You can go back to sleep, Alexandra.“

But she was already seized by the image of him in a bath, too intrigued to pass the opportunity. „Can I go to the bath with you?“

Süleyman laughed. „Alexandra, I can’t sully myself again mere minutes before the morning prayer.“

„I’ll behave myself! I won’t try anything, it’s just... I am dirty too, you know?“

Süleyman’s voice was gentle, but he didn’t exactly give her the answer she wanted. „Go back to bed.“

„You don’t trust me?“

„After the last night? I certainly wouldn’t with keeping your hands to yourself.“

Alexandra moved towards him in fast steps. „C’mon! You know I’m...“ Suddenly, she became more serious. „I wouldn’t disobey my sultan like that. Not if it’s that important for him.“

A moment of silence, then an answer. „Alright. Come with me, then.“

Sultan’s bath wasn’t as large as theirs in the harem, but it was still larger than she imagined one person might need – otherwise, it was similar enough to the one concubines used, golden screen covering the left half aside. The sky above was slowly turning lighter blue, but the twilight still hasn’t quite began. Süleyman let her behind the golden screen with him, but didn’t pay much attention to her afterwards. Undaunted, she stood next to him covered only by his own robe and watched him wash himself intently, murmuring something that sounded like Arabic. She figured it’s a muslim thing – she saw girls who already converted do that before, and while she didn’t quite understand it, she just assumed it has something to do with religion, because what else would the random slave girls and the great sultan Süleyman have in common? At that, she felt a pang of jealousy; she certainly doesn’t have that connection with him... Maybe conversion wasn’t such a preposterous idea? „Süleyman?“

„Please, be quiet and wash yourself, Alexandra.“ he murmured.

„What are you doing?“

„Alexandra, please, leave me alone, I’ll explain later.“

Alexandra sat down on a seat by the wall, somewhat offended. She tried to focus on bathing, but her eyes couldn’t help but fly towards Süleyman and watch the strange, overly pedantic manner in which he was washing himself. He stopped just as she started to sing a song she heard from a Poprad merchant.

Za lasami za gorami za dolinami Pobili sie dwaj gorale ciupagami Hej gorale nie bijta sie Ma goralka dwa warkocze podzielita sie

„Is this some kind of christian prayer?“ he asked.

Alexandra barely contained a giggle. She had no idea how much did the sultan know about christian rites, but surely, he could not believe something so silly...? „No.“ she said with a smile on her face. „Why would it be? Do you think I’d pray in a bath? And to the christian god, at that?“

„It’s just a song, then.“

„Yes. Why...“

„See, because what I was just performing was a ritual cleanse. No good muslim can pray whilst unclean, and intercourse is one of the things that can cause such uncleanliness.“

He explained it to her in such a serious tone, as if it at all mattered to her, and it wasn’t that hard to understand why – sultan wished to make a muslim out of her. Still, she could not help herself. „You sounded like Suklum now.“

„Suklum?“

„The man... Well, he’s not a man, but you know. The one that teaches us stuff.“

„Oh... I think you mean Sümbül...“

„Whatever! He’s not here to get offended.“

Süleyman could not supress a smirk. He sat down a bit farther away than she wished him to be – if they weren’t already undressed, it would look like he’s trying to prevent people from getting the wrong idea. „That song... What was it about?“

„Nothing, really. Two guys are fighting, and someone, it’s not clear who, tells them that they can share. Hej gorale nie bijta sie... Ma goralka z produ z tylu podzielita sie... Hey, gorals, don’t fight, Goral woman has front and behind, you’ll share...“

Süleyman’s look alone made her burst out laughing. He was... Terrified? Mesmerized? Offended? Everything all at once, and some emotions no human tongue has names for? „You make me regret even being muslim, you know that? If I did not have to keep myself clean...“

She leaned towards him. „Then what?“

„Then I’d do you things I shouldn’t even name out loud.“ he said, voice deep and tempting.

She wanted to ask whether it’s not time for prayer already, but then she remembered muslims need to be called to it first. The call of muezzins was inescapeable in this city, like church bells, only stranger. „I mean... What’s one missed prayer if you have to do them five times a day?“

Süleyman gave her a stern look. „Don’t say such things to the kalif of islam.“

„What does that even mean...?“

But he didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his head away from her and grimaced. „I slept in a wrong possition and strained my neck and shoulders. It happens.“ he answered her bewildered look.

Alexandra beamed. „Oh, I can help with that! There is a girl in harem, Emine, whose whole deal is that she gives valide sultan massages. I saw her do her work sometimes, and while I can’t be as good as her, I can at least try...“

Süleyman smirked. „Alright. I’ll humor you, then.“

Alexandra stood behind him, laying hands on his neck and trying to remember what exactly did Emine do with valide. Massage was such a strange concept to her, like caressing except harder, but for some reason it sometimes felt good when your flesh was treated a little roughly. No matter. Touch was such a strange sense anyway; the same thing was barely felt at one part of her body, was somewhat unpleasant at other and on yet another felt very, very good... God, what even was it that happened last night? How is it even possible for a human body to feel like that? Shouldn’t it be one of those things is reserved for angels in presence of God or something? And do muslims even have angels...?

She applied some pressure trough her thumbs – not a lot, just enough to make their contact something more than just a touch. „Tell me if it hurts, alright?“

He laughed. „Don’t worry, Alexandra, the great sultan won’t be affraid to tell you, a simple concubine, what he wants.“

She giggled. „Oh, you can be funny too!“ she noted in suprise.

„Thank you, Alexandra, but... You’re going too soft.“

„Oh! Of course.“

So she pressed a bit more, very carefully.

„More, Alexandra! And move your fingers.“

„I know you can’t just press your hands on someone and call it a massage, I at least caught that from watching Emine!“

However, then she realized that her outburst brought down the mood in the room, and felt ashamed of it. She tried to mollify Süleyman by kissing the top of his bald head and moving on with the massage, pressing as hard as she dared and sliding her thumbs up and down Süleyman’s neck. Slowly, she started using her other fingers and a range of movement, in a straight line or a circle as she pleased; it was so much fun to experiment, test the possibilities and boundaries, especially since Süleyman’s displeasure was so mild, expressed in small movements and sounds she watched for carefully. She could feel Süleyman’s body gradually relax, which brought her so much joy she eventually dared to move on from his neck to shoulders, which he seemed to appreciate. After a few minutes, he whispered. „Kiss me.“

„Huh?“

„Kiss my neck, Alexandra.“

He certainly did not need to tell her twice – she herself thought of doing it since they started, but supressed that desire to focus on the task at hand. Now, she kissed him eagerly, almost hungrily, every patch of the royal flesh was an icon and this was her own private mass. Suddenly, his hand shot up to caress her cheek and hair, at which point Alexandra burried her nose in the nape of his neck. She wanted to get lost in him so badly, land her hands, chest and belly on his, and bellow the waist to connect to him like chain links are bound one into the other... At that thought, she felt the now familiar pang of sweet pain. God, he smelled so nice.

He continued to caress her, untill he murmured. „Come here.“ And then he tapped on his thighs.

She almost giggled at the thought of sitting on his knees like a little girl, but when she actually tried it, she realized it has its benefits. She could look right into his eyes, touch his chest and shoulders (she especially liked running her fingers trough his chest hair – if only he had much of them on his head like a normal person, but alas), put her hands around his neck or kiss him on the mouth or face, all the while feeling his penis right bellow her ass and knowing immediately whether he happens to be aroused. And right now, he was very much so. He soon started kissing her, and even muezzin’s call didn’t stop him.

That day, sultan Süleyman khan, the caliph of all islam, the leader of all muslims and custodian of Mekka and Medina missed his morning prayers.

---

He didn’t ask her to massage him very often, but by the time he came home from the Belgrade campaign, she still did it enough times to suss out what he likes and what he doesn’t. It also sufficed to completely change her view of massage as an act; upon seeing Emine massage valide’s age-battered back, her mind was filled with all kinds of inappropriate intrusive thoughts, and she staunchly refused Maria’s offers to take care of her feet, on which the late stage of her pregnancy did a number on. Sometimes, she casted longing looks at valide’s relaxed appearance upon leaving the bath, and thought that, perhaps, if she put her mind to it, she might just take Maria’s help while fending off all the filth that took up residence inside her head... But then she dismissed the thought; her fear of being inappropriate was, in one of the rare cases, stronger than pain.

The doctor was quite clear that intimacy at this late stage of pregnancy was best to be avoided, but Süleyman just came back from war and truly couldn’t wait for her to give birth; and, frankly, Hürrem wouldn’t want him to. In the first couple of months, she thought she was going to handle his absence somewhat, but as she started showing, Hürrem was hit with a frankly shocking wave of nasty thoughts. It was quite fortunate that she had to rely on Nigar to write her letters, because if Hürrem had her way, her letters would probably be torturous to the lonely man far from home and any kind of female company. And so, upon reuniting, she and Süleyman as one decided (after the whole thing with the poisoning was sorted out) to forego doctor’s advice and experiment.

(After bearing five healthy children, Hürrem was certain that the common advice to avoid intimacy during pregnancy at all costs was simply nonsense, or at least for women much more delicate than her. In fact, with how strong her urges became sometimes, she was quite sure she’d herself more by maintaining celibacy for the entire seven or eight months that she knew she is expecting.)

„I wonder if I could even enter you like this.“ he laughed as she lied on her back in bed, legs spread, although still covered with skirt. „The belly would be... A challenge.“

„I mean, you could try.“ she mused. „But I think if I sit on your lap... No, no, that isn’t quite...“

„You were probably thinking of laying me on my back, you little minx.“ he laughed, lifting up her skirt and taking her right heel in his hand.

He planted a quick kiss on it, only to stop suddenly. „Your legs, they...“

„Yes, I know, they look abominably, and it’s all the fault of your son! My poor little female body simply cannot carry such a big, strong boy everywhere I go...“

„Hürrem, you’re one of the tallest women I’ve ever met...“

„So what? Hatice is even taller! Clearly, a woman can be both tall and fragile!“

He laughed some more, then stopped suddenly, becoming more serious. „It must hurt.“

„Oh, it does! But not more than is normal for expecting women, I was told.“

He had her waiting for his next move, but when it came... It started out quite nicely already, with him running his hands trough her tortured calves. But as he went on, his caresses became harder and harder, with him putting more pressure on the tips of his fingers and moving more deliberately. When the movements of his hands started shifting between straight and circular, she knew what he was doing. „Thank you.“ she said in a quiet, moved, almost reverrent tone. Her interactions with Süleyman may have been to a certain extent devoid of the usual overbearing adoration towards His Majesty that she otherwise felt all around her, but even in her most relaxed moments Hürrem knew she could not do or ask some things of him that she perhaps could of a hypothetical husband (or Leo). Since she could not automathically expect any care for her well-being from the great sultan Süleyman, it was all the more precious for her that he did, in fact, care, and could for a moment drop his usual inscrutable façade to be tender, just for her sake.

She sat up on the bed and leaned trough her enlarged belly to kiss his forehead. „Better?“ he whispered.

„Of course! You always make the pain go away...“

---

It was twenty-five years later. As the last servant left Hürrem’s chamber, she dragged her heavy legs onto the bed, while Süleyman sat next to her and started caressing her left foot. „Age has caught up to you, my love?“

She smiled. „It would seem so.“

„One wouldn’t think that, looking into your face. You’re as beautiful as you’ve always been...“

„Oh, so are you, my dearest!“ As a cramp gripped one of the smaller muscles on her calf, she crunched her face in pain. „It wouldn’t have been nearly so bad if I still took a few hours a day to walk barefoot in the gardens like I used to.“

„Perhaps.“ Süleyman said, bending towards her leg. „But, remember when your legs gave you grief last time? All those years ago, when you were pregnant for the first time?“ He then dazed her with a mischievious smile. „I think it’s time to take out the old remedies.“

He caught her ankle and started with slow, gentle strokes of his thumb...

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