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Being sick has gotten me down, so I wrote a comedic short based on my recently completed fic Marionette, to beat the sick blues out of me. (And get me to stop sleeping constantly and start writing)


Marionette had a very interesting night one time with her Master, Sasori.

He was working at his workbench as usual while the puppet girl sat on his bed and watched. There was something about watching him work that made her feel odd. Something about the way he was taking apart his puppets that caused a great pressure in her. Memories of Shunei in bed with men seemed to dance around her mind, causing the pressure in her lower abdomen to build. She fiddled with her fingers for a moment in embarrassment and glanced over to him, "Master..."

"Yes?" he answered without turning around. She preferred it this way, so that he could not see the embarrassment on her face.

"It's getting late, aren't you going to go to bed now?"

The puppet master put his work down and paused for a moment, thinking, "I guess, it is pretty late." He slid from his stool and stepped over to his bed where she sat, stopping in front of her. "Are you alright?" he looked down at her questionably. Marionette continued to fiddle her fingers around while looking at the floor. Sasori sat down on the bed next to her silently, waiting for her response.

"Master...um...," she didn't know how to explain it, "I've seen some of Shunei's memories again..."

The mystery of what she had seen exactly seemed to intrigue him as he scratched his chin in wonder, "What were they of?"

Marionette's face got hot and she lowered her head even more, pushing her knees together and finally replying, "Her and a boy...in bed."

Sasori knew quite well where this was going, "So you recalled a memory of Shunei having sex?"

She slowly nodded, "Yes Master..."

"Did it make you uncomfortable?" he questioned, watching her growing embarrassment.

She remained silent, but tense and clasped her hands together. Sasori slowly brought up a hand to turn her head to him but retracted when she finally burst out screaming, "MASTER CAN I TOUCH YOU?"

Sasori was take-aback by this and simply stared at her while she stared back. The two stayed in that position of simply staring at one another until the puppet master finally joked, "I hope Deidara isn't outside my door right now." He glanced over to his door and heard no movement or mumbling, so he returned his attention to Marionette, "Go ahead."

The puppet girl continued to stare in awe at her Master, with her mouth now completely agape. She could not believe that he had given her permission to touch him. Almost as though it had a mind of its own, her index finger sprang up and slowly advanced towards Sasori and poked him. She glanced down at her finger and poked him again. Then almost mechanically, opened her palm and pressed it onto his hard puppet body.

Sasori's eyes narrowed as she touched him, "I really hope Deidara isn't outside my door right now..."

Marionette's other hand rose and sat on his shoulder as the palm pressed against him moved up to his other shoulder. She pulled her Master into her, quickly grabbing his back and pressing him even closer then planted a kiss on his lips.

A smirk grew across Sasori's face, That was more like it.