DISCLAIMER: I am NOT in any way part of the development, production, or distribution of Naruto because, if I was the show would be called Sakura and it would be increasingly more perverted.
Ahah. Aren't you lovely readers thrilled I finally have the time to write a short-ish little story? I'm not quite sure excatly what I'm going to write but I guess I'll just go with whatever creative flow I have at the moment. Nifty, ne? C:
I'm thinking I might do something with a love theme. Hmmm, I am so repetitive with my themes. .
Italicized text signifies thoughts and/or dream sequences.
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He was experienced.
She was untouchable.
He had never felt like such a ... pervert. Sure he had been with many younger women but none as innocent as she. He longed to caress her. Her purity was a sexual awakening that he was dieing to explore.
She wanted nothing more than to be loved. She never felt the tingle of a man's touch. She still believed in good men even though she knew there were none left. Secretly hopeful, forever vulnerable.
He was heavy-set but it was all muscle. His demeanor was somewhat charming and countenance was masculine, almost handsome. His clothing hung loosely on his body but it was nonetheless attractive.
She was petite, lovely in every aspect. Her defined curves could drive any man wild with lust and her porcelain visage was flawless. Her clothing clung to her body accenting her lean outline.
He was much older, mid fifties. He had aged well. While he had battle scars, it would be difficult for one to find a wrinkle or imperfection on him. His long white hair almost swept the floor when he walked.
She was very young, late teens. Her angelic ambience surrounded almost every aspect of her life, save for her murdurous occupation. Her light roseate hair was cut in a bob with the very tips just barely brushing her athletic shoulders.
He no longer viewed her as the small girl he once knew.
Now matured, she was voluptuous.
A Sex Fiend.
A Virgin.
Oh the cruel temptations he felt every time she would walk by. He tried his best to hide his lustful intentions. Yet, these intentions always seemed to find a way to drift through his lips. He prayed that she wouldn't catch on.
For now, she remained in her clueless state.
He was grateful.
Maybe... Someday... he thought. But as for now, he would just sit back and carefully watch her until that day she was finally touchable.
Author's Footnotes:
Hmm, I'm almost surprised that this turned out this way.
Originally, I was going to go for a story with dialogue.. but I'm much fonder of writing feelings.