Fer Sure We're Not In Love

"Hidan..?" The voice of the girl questioned, uncertainty in her voice as she lay beneath him, soft shades of pink sprawled around her, the topless bigger build hovering over her sing his knees and elbows as support over the seeming fragile girl growled hearing her speak his name in such a way, and thus proceed to briefly silence her by forcing his lips over hers pleased that she obediently lay there, taking him, not pushing him away as she shyly let her lips part, her own tongue rather courageously brushing forward to his own, her cheeks a pretty shade. 'Just like her hair..' He found himself in absent thought, enjoying every moment that he could.

However, she would not let him have his peace and finally brought her hands up to his chest, pushing against him lamely to which he begrudgingly pulled back from the slightly panting kunoichi. "H-Hidan.. Are we.." her words trailed off as she bit down on her lip, eyes searching his own as she fought to seemingly find the right words. 'Seems she's found them..' He thought impatiently waiting to continue their little 'meetings' since her entrance into one o f the many holding cells the Akatsuki had. "..Are we.. In love?"

All this time is wasted, pretending we're in love.

A smirk ghosted the corners of his mouth as her brought his head down, lips now attacking the soft flesh of her neck and oh, how he just wanted to cut up the pretty pale sheen of hot flesh, he did after all think red suited her very well. With a soft nudge of her hands tugging at his hair, knowing she was embarrassed by her question and yet hadn't had her answer, between a grumble he said words that seemed to wound her, wound her like it never should have a year and a half ago. "..No Sakura. We're not." With that, her eyes closed and she took in a shaky breath, not fighting against him anymore. He'd worn her down, mentally, and now, he was doing so physically, but she had no hope, no barriers, she was just a girl, with a lost mind. They both knew it as a small breathed moan escaped her, her body tensing briefly as his hands slid up her hips, idly playing with the warn layer of skirt, or what was left of it.

But that's alright, because you know I love being with you and seeing you cry.

He raised his head after leaving several small angry looking bruises around her neck, collar bone and edging towards her chest. With a slightly satisfied lopsided egotistical grin his eyes roamed over the girl below him, and she was all his for the taking. No one else's'. Just his, and they both knew that would never change. Not now. 'No, not ever.' His mind seemed to almost purr, his lips brushing over the tears pooled around her eyes, she'd flinched, but it was oddly cute to the immortal Jashinist, and he could watch every smile, squirm and cry this woman would make from now on, all because of him. He liked that thought. His hand shifted, brushing oddly slowly, softly into her palm, his fingers intertwining with her own as he rested his forehead against her own taking in just the smell of her. ..It drived him crazy.

So don't let go.

"Pants down toots." He cooed against her, to which she just wrinkled her nose and tried to turn her face away, eyes opening and her cheeks still darkly tinted.

"Ass." She mumbled the smallest hint of a pout on her face.

The Medic Droid – Fer Sure.