A random drabble after reading a chapter of Kindan no Koi de Ikou. If you haven't read it, you should. It's the third part in the series and it's a cute story. Did I mention the amount of smut there? And sorry if there are mistakes. I'm posting this with only a brief look-over. Read and review please.
Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto. If I did, the story would be moving a lot faster than it is now.
Moonlight falls across the bed. Inside the quiet room, the sounds of soft sighs and deep moans echo in the darkness. On the bed, a rosette-haired woman cries out and arches her back, her hands clutching the sheets. A name falls off her lips brokenly.
"Sa-a-suke…"
At the sound, my hips snap into a sharp thrust that jolts her forward and makes her bite her lip. My eyes are a slow spinning crimson and as I stare mesmerized at the haunting glow of her green eyes, I am hit once again with the realization I love her.
I love her. Her soft kindness, her cherishing nature. She's beautiful, generous, and kind; everything I'm not. I love her; I want her; I want to hold her above all else—above everything—but there's a part of me, a darker side of me. It tells me to crush her, devour her. It wants to break her. I want to break her. I want to shatter her and watch her crumble, break that pretty innocence with my bare hands and every thrust of my hips. My name falls from her lips in whispers and moans. Her eyes are lustful and dazed, unable to think of anything but me and I like it. I love it. It's like a drug, knowing she is mine and mine alone. Knowing I am the only one she thinks of, knowing that I'm the only one who can drive her crazy.
Her body is wet, the lewd slick sounds of our joining like music to my ears. She's getting close now, her body frantic as she cants her hips down and sends stars into my vision. She's trying to take control and I can hear a growl, my growl, as I shove her into the mattress and tell her that I'm the one in control. That she'll come when I say she can and I slow my thrusts just to spite her, watching as she claws desperately to reach that glowing ball of ecstasy just beyond her reach.
I make it a game, changing the pace of my thrusts when she gets too comfortable as I drink in her noises and mounting desperation. Her cries are drowned in the mattress and I flip her. I want to hear it, hear her screams as I fuck her. And then she looks at me, eyes glazed over, unseeing, tear-filled, and desperate; and then I know that I can't deny her anymore and give her that one last push that I know will send both of us over the edge.
My name is a scream on her lips; hers, a bare hiss on mine as our world explodes into a blinding ball of light and sensation. My vision goes white, and all I see are smatterings of reds and pinks the color of her namesake.
And when we start falling back to earth, the sweat on our skin starting to cool, I look at her, watch as she catches her breath and slowly collects back into her body. Her hand gropes blindly in the dark, searching for me to reassure her that she has not lost me because she can't stand the thought of losing me again. I catch it, bringing it to me, and she quiets, the reassuring sound under her fingertips chasing away her fears. Her lids fall and flutter to the point where she can't keep them awake anymore and I pull her to my side. She curls up instantly and looking at her, the moonlight catching upon her milky skin, I kiss the top of her head and press her hand closer.
I love her.
Her hand is on my heart.