Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. This fic is written for entertainment purposes only.
HIS
1
It started with obvious awareness...
He watched, hidden amongst the ruling shadows that empowered everything in the dead silence.
Gaze set upon the soft full lips that were parted slightly, wisps of breath escaping… gaze set upon the slowly heaving chest, the soft shapely mounds pressing against the fabric of her thin cotton shirt, pushing against it defiantly, moving up and down with a soft but frantic movement as pale lavender eyes shifted, trying to fight the darkness.
He had become curious.
•°•°•
It started with obvious fear…
Gasping awake, she huddled until she was at the end of the bed, back pressed to the cold plastered wall with an insecurity settling deep within her bones, setting fire to her sanity. Her hands trembled as she pushed the delicate strands of midnight blue pooling around her shoulders, tugging down the scrunched material of the t-shirt hugging her frame.
She had become sentient.
4
"Breathe… Hinata…"
She obeyed, hands twitching against the cool metal lining the edges of the flat surface she was currently lying down upon.
"Easy breaths, dear…"
She forced the air into her lungs trying to veil it with a short gasp and slowly expelled it.
The black rimmed glasses were pushed as the blonde smiled at her, adjusting the psychiatrist name plate gleaming in the low light cast by the halogen lamp on the mahogany desk. "Now, tell me."
A wistful smile mercilessly curled her lips. "He's here…"
3
The feather-like touches were enough.
Enough pain.
"Shh… Hinata…"
Enough misery.
Tears blurred her vision as the shaky breath ghosted her lips.
His gaze was a dull onyx, dark and black like toxic tar, feasting upon the sight of her pale porcelain skin, as she stood in front of the polished surface of the mirror, the satin gown gracefully sinking down to her feet, the sigh of the expelled breath sensually kissing her neck causing her body to shiver in response.
His touch was teasing... exploring.
Thumbs deftly brushing over the peaked nipples, circling slowly and she felt her body reaching for his touch, her back lifting in a gentle arch until the flesh of breast filled his palm fully.
She wanted it to stop.
Her body had become desperate - hungry.
He chuckled, the sound rich and thick… and suffocating.
6
He was the very essence of the darkness, of the obscure night.
Tears ran down her cheeks, etching paths of panic in their wake.
He was the very existence that fed on her cries, on her whimpers, on her screams… on the fear he deliciously inflicted.
Her body shuddered, ripples of pain brutally gashing and splitting her veins, her form struggling to keep herself together as she writhed on the bed, the brutal scream of agony prying apart her lips, leaving them gaping as her back arched, lifting her off the bed as if the movement could alleviate the smothering twinge.
"Sa…Sasuke…" She begged.
He complied.
8
She could not move.
"P-please… don't…"
Little transparent globules trickled from the confines of her lashes and fell down, settling against the soft dip of her neck as she whimpered silently when the pain stopped and hands trailed up her legs, cupping her knees, slowly with a teasing grace spread her legs apart.
Black spots danced through her vision, introducing a haze above her surroundings.
She saw red.
A chocked gasp…
Expel…
The sound of warm breathless pants invaded the previously hanging silence.
Breathe…
Her skin was like soft silk, smooth and delicate.
His hands were calloused - possessive and dominating.
Temptation; he had lured her, encited her until she succumbed, until she submitted.
His searching digits delved in after sliding above her aching centre, with an ease, in and out, slow and intruding. Hinata let her head fall back, eyes locking shut, the wanton moan prying her lips open.
She was lost.
She was addicted.
7
"How do you feel, Hinata?"
"Constricted."
A nod and the crude scratch of the tip of the pen against the paper followed the hum that left the woman's lips.
She was here to help. She was here to save.
"There are instances where a person goes into a only a part-coma... a semi-paralysis you could say. Some experience it through sleep..."
9
Eyes shutting close, she tries to move, to free herself of this cage entrapping her in a deep arousing spell. She tries to fight it. He watches how her chest heaves up in a long drawling movement.
"Sasuke..." She calls out in the dark, gaze set up, hands bundling the sheets helplessly, wetness pooling between her thighs.
His name.
She calls out his name only.
Sweat trickles in soft globules causing the flimsy fabric to hug the curves of her voluptuous body when her hips shift slowly, searching... needing.
"Shh.. Hime..."
Fingers caress her lips, the line of her jaw.
Her colour drained eyes flicker to gaze into his. So close...
His hand moves down, curling around her neck - painfully. A vulnerable whimper leaves her lips and she moves against him, instigating him, spurring him on.
Lips parted, she lets the melody of a pleasured moan caress his ears when he enters her, the motion swift yet languid... in... out... he follows a relentless rhythm, setting her blood on fire.
She gives in.
Always gives in.
2
He tilted his head, gaze set.
Her lips quivered.
"W-who are you?"
He smirked.
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~Yuka.
