A.N. - First off, this story portrays a brother/sister relationship that's...more than that. If that squicks you, kindly stop reading. It's only rated M because of that; the descriptions are not that lewd at all.
On a secondary note, I never planned on writing this, or having it turn out the way it did. I just went in wanting to write an odd pairing and this came out. I'm still not pleased with the title ("The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows" was used too many times in the fandom), or the ending. If anyone would leave some good C&C, I'd love it.
Held In
The walls of Sunagakure were thick, a fact Temari was very appreciative of. After all, the sounds created in this room were for her and her alone.
The soft exhale he made as she settled on his chest.
The gentle sigh she loosed as he reached back to undo her hair.
The annoyed grunts he tried to hold back as she took glee in messing up the carefully painted pattern on his face.
The near-mewl she kept in the back of her throat when he finally took the initiative and started paying her the kind of attention her body cried out for.
The bit-back name on his lips as she guided him slowly up and in.
The decidedly unladylike noises she made as he heightened the pace.
The exact same pitch they reached as release overtook them.
After, no sounds were needed. The bonds strengthened and shared said more than any utterance ever could.
