Note from the Author: I'm done with the Naruto fan fiction scene for a while because I'm frustrated with my stories. -.- I'm sorry to those of you waiting for my updates.
Skin
Bare feet pad across the floor, toes curving as the arch shapes itself, porcelain and elegant and lovely. Pale skin stretches over protruding anklebones, and the muscles in those shins shift visibly beneath her flesh as she stalks toward me, like a cat; disdainful, beautiful, perfect.
I wonder if I have been dreaming this.
The legs stop beside my head, and her pretty, knobby knees touch the carpet. Spindly fingers are brushing my hair back from my forehead, as if shooing a mosquito, and they linger across my skin, cool and comforting. Her eyes burn wherever they meet my face.
I break the silence like a hammer to glass, shattering the mime's box around us as I ask her purpose.
Her smile is gentle as her red, red lips brush my cheekbone, and her voice, so husky and feminine, whispers as she crawls beneath the blankets beside me: "I was just making sure I'm really not alone."