He's beautiful in the moonlight.
Like a delicate porcelain china doll, his skin is that of the purest silk. Marred by fading scars of war, he's a delicate work of art. As if created by the gods, every square inch of him was constructed in perfection.
The moonlight catches his ebony locks, illuminating half of his face in the darkened atmosphere. He looms over me like a spider with its lanky appendages planted firmly at its preys sides, ready to strike at any sudden motions. His dark eyes bore into mine, as my name falls from his lips like a dirty secret. Our little secret.
"Naruto …"
He's beautiful in the moonlight.
His muscles are straining underneath that honey kissed tan skin, pushing and constricting as soft moans escape from between those soft lips. His eyes open hazily as he stares me down with those deep blue orbs, intent on trying to voice his intentions to me. I stop halfway, capturing his mouth again in another tantalizing kiss.
Pulling away he voices his protest, but ah …no need to be fervent. The night is young. I intend to have my way with him, and I intend to do it slowly. Laying here, having him beg me for something that only I can give. He's gazing at me again as I stay here lamenting what is. The moonlight catching his eyes, allowing me to see my reflection in their depths. A cry.
"Sasuke …"
…He's beautiful in the moonlight …
