Another of my old stories moved over. Admittedly, this one was written when I was much younger than when I wrote Specter.
Their breath came in pants as their bodies meshed as one.
To any onlookers, they were a writhing mass of limbs and flesh, the vibrant orange and serene blue clashing and complementing each other at the same time.
One of Pein's hands slid up from Konan's waist to rub her breast, long fingers reaching up to tweak Konan's nipple, eliciting a breathy gasping moan.
"Konan…"
"Pein…"
Their voices were no more than whispers, but they seemed to echo throughout the room none the less.
This was their guilty pleasure, their deepest secret. That they came together like this when all others were away, on the few occasions that he wasn't watching their every move.
Konan's hands slid from their place on her lovers shoulders, where she had been griping them like a life raft, down to cup Pein's buttocks, getting a muffled groan and even more frenzied movements from her lover as a reward.
Their hands continued to wander and moans of pleasure and panting echoed throughout the otherwise silent and secluded room as their hips met with increasing fervor, pushing them closer and closer to the blissful edge they so desperately needed.
"Konan…"
"Pein…"
It echoed throughout the room, their repeated mantra that kept them grounded in the reality that they couldn't have the forever they wanted, that he would return to his state of constant vigil soon, that he would destroy them if he found out about their actions.
Pein's hand moved down Konan's body to the apex of her legs as Pein's mouth moved to the spot the hand had just occupied, taking in as much of Konan's ivory breast as could fit, tongue lapping at and circling the hardened nub at it's peak.
"Konan…"
"Pein…"
Their thrusts became faster and faster as they threw themselves into their frenzy, knowing that they would have to finish quickly now before he started watching them again.
There was a simultaneous gasp, not too loud lest they attract his attention, as their orgasms swept over them, their bodies shuddering in pleasure as their combined juices covered each other's legs.
They lay there, panting, for only a few moments before Pein's nudging reminded them of their time limit, before they removed themselves from the bed that was stained with evidence of their actions and dressed.
They stood facing each other in the corridor outside the room they both knew they would return to next time his vigil relaxed.
"Konan-chan…" Pein's hand reached up and cupped Konan's cheek.
"Pein-chan…" She pulled Pein in for a kiss, their full lips meeting for the last time for neither knew how long, their tongues tangling in a passionate dance.
With that, the two women moved swiftly in opposite directions, returning to the tasks that distracted them from the love they would be condemned for should he find out.
As they fled the area, they both had the same thought on their mind.
'One day, Nagato. One day, we will be free, truly the angel and her goddess.'