Because it's been a while since I've submitted anything here, and I felt like writing something sweet, random, and fluffy. Enjoy.
Afterglow
A Unique Kunoichi
They lay together, bodies glistening with sweat, sheets a mess beneath and over them. Long brown locks pooled out around her small, feminine figure; his bowl cut disheveled. As he looked down at her with adoring, onyx eyes, she met his gaze with her own. Blue eyes shone with the warmth her smile exuded in the face of each ragged breath. Contrary to his exuberant nature, a look of awe replaced that brilliant, trademark smile. His position didn't waver, even as he lowered himself to press a tender kiss to her lips.
A dainty hand let fingertips cup his cheek as she returned the kiss, eyes lidded. She could feel him move inside of her, earning a muffled moan. Subtle as his movement was, the sensation was anything but. At hearing that sound, he pulled away with a panicked expression, immediately distancing himself.
"Nyatta-chan, are you all right? I did not hurt you, did I?"
She chuckled a bit, brushing her thumb over his cheek with a small smile. It was odd, how much the woman he saw before him seemed so forward and at ease, rather than her shy self.
"No. You did not. I am just..." She looked off to the side, color darkening her cheeks. "I am still a bit sensitive."
"...Oh." He swallowed hard, trying and failing to fight off a blush. Even if she didn't see, hearing Lee's reaction was enough to make her giggle.
"You worry too much." The brunette pressed another, reasssuring kiss to his lips, one that made him tense. It was only initial shock, though, and soon enough he was kissing her in return.
It was all she could do to keep herself from musing at how their lips worked against each other. It was almost like how their bodies worked together moments ago, seamless. How they continued to work together as Nyatta pulled away and he leaned down into her. Bandaged hands held her petite form against the chiseled muscle of his own, and her soft lips pressed butterfly kisses to his cheek, jawline, neck, collarbone. Down, down, only stopping at his abdomen. His grip tightened each time her lips met his flesh, a shuddering breath accompanying.
"Lee-kun?" It was her turn to take on a look of mild worry, her voice soft, almost inaudible. An apologetic expression weighed her gaze, one he made quick work to dispose of.
"Do not worry, Nyatta-chan." He gave her a light squeeze, slackening his grip after so she could reciprocate. For someone with his strength, control was the most important virtue. If he wasn't careful he'd crush her - that was the last thing he wanted. "You are not the only one who is..."
She gave a small, knowing smile. "Sensitive?"
"...I would not argue against that."
Nyatta couldn't help but laugh a little, just before kissing his forehead. "I would offer to make us something. It must be early enough for breakfast, but..." She gave a sheepish smile. "With how...sore I am, I doubt I can move."
A gasp parted Lee's lips, followed by an insulted expression. "You must be joking! Nyatta-chan, the last thing I expect of you is to cook right now!" After sitting them both up, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. "Please, do not move. I will make something for both of us." In seconds, he'd left the bed and zipped out of the room, leaving a dazed brunette.
A soft sigh parted her lips before Nyatta fell back against the covers. Sore, dumbfounded, and elated, her eyes closed and she smiled, basking in her - their afterglow. In that moment, she felt like the luckiest girl alive.