His touch still lingers.
Tenten feels his hands brushing against her perky mounds of flesh, causing her face to flush an ugly hue of red. She feels every nip on her neck made by his sharp bites, she knows they aren't 'love bites'. Charcoal eyes are embedded into her mind, and she continues to scrub herself, breaking away at the dead flesh particles and the old blood stains. The steam in the room was dense, and she kept tearing up, due to the invasion of the constant heat into her eyes.
It scorches, it burns. It feels like she's being punished.
Her skin is raw, she's still scrubbing. Trying to get clean. She's trying to replace the invasive feel of his hands against her backside, propping her up against the cold stone wall. She still feels his palms clutching her as a hawk would do to a mouse. It's sad how dirty she feels, how guilty. She feels his choppy raven locks against the nape of her neck. She feels as if he's still there.
Her traitorous mouth lets out a sigh of ecstasy. She has no excuse to enjoy his touches. Tenten had Neji, she didn't need him. She shouldn't want him.
But she would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy it at the moment. His tough rugged hands tearing into her as she is bough to the brink of release. It beguiles her, how one can be so horrible, be this monster of mass destruction, but he can easily flip on that side and make such passionate love.
She wonders; what would Sakura think?