So I haven't written in a while so this is kind of a reintroduction for myself. Hope you like it :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, even though I really wish I did. If I did I probably wouldn't be writing this now. :)
Deidara has always been rough. Not just in his sexual activities but in all his acts of affection. He's had many previous relationships before Lucy but none could quite get used to his rambunctious ways of their relationship. But then little Miss. Konohagakure came around aka Lucy.
Lucy was just as energetic and near gave Deidara a run for his money. She came into the Akatsuki when she was taken captive by Hidan and Kakuzu as bounty. Kakuzu eventually decided to keep her instead of sell her, under Leader-sama's orders of course because of her vast amount of knowledge and jutsu but especially based on her ability to read minds. Not only was she an excellent sensory type but also great for reconnaissance.
Although she was just a tool to the Akatsuki at the time, a certain blond haired artist took quite a liking to the silver haired mind reader.
It started when she had walked past his door and noticed the scent of smoke most prominent in the area of the base. When she creaked open the door slightly, the blonde bomber looked up and nodded at her. She walked in carefully, not fully knowing what she was stepping into. She noticed, as she surveyed him, that his face was sooty and his hair was in disarray. She asked him what he had done. He replied enthusiastically and answered that he was creating art.
The next day, Lucy asked to see Deidara's artwork. Deidara happily agreed without hesitation. When the time came, Lucy carefully speculated what appeared to be clay sculptures. She questioned how yesterday's fiasco had anything to do with his art. And he told her. Lucy was in awe.
From then and on for a month, Lucy watched the process in which he made his art and progressively grew closer to the blue eyed boy. Deidara never knew people could have such a vibrant shade of gold in their eyes.
Then the fateful day came when they both realized their love for each other. It was beyond deep. For them it was passionate, rough, eccentric, and most of all an art all its own. They're kisses were rough but they're movements were passionate and they're thoughts were eccentric which Deidara thought was the most beautiful art of all. She was beautiful. That night they were diminished to tangled limbs and heavy pants. Deep love bites and bruises were left as well as a good number of scratches. They became one, they made love.
The next morning, Hidan had more than enough things to harass the new couple about as he held his beautiful immortal tight against his side. A/N: this was originally planned as multiple ch. but I decided to keep them separate. if I took this sentence out I felt it would be a weird ending. IDK.
R&R!:D
