So this is a companion fic to An Arrangement of Hearts. I don't want to upgrade the original to an M rating but felt like some people would like more! So all of the M chapters will go here. They'll have partner chapter names and I'll let you know where they fit in! This particular chapter fits in right after Cigarettes.
I thought I'd give it to you tonight as I haven't updates for such a while - will come back and edit tomorrow!
Enjoy!
Smokerings
They're still leaning up against the front door of their marital home. He is fumbling at her clothes, tearing her thin scrubs in to rags. Something at the back of the mind pangs to what the hospital laundrette would say, complaining that yet another pair of scrubs have been ruined. Oh well, it was his fault for teasing her by blowing smokerings, she'd always wished she could do that, and then found herself distracted by his lips.
Those lips crash against hers and she suddenly doesn't care about them anymore; only that she wishes he would get them off her quicker. Then it's as if he is reading her mind as her top comes completely off with a distinct ripping noise ringing in to the cold, winter night. For what is not the first time that day, she discovers that it gets cold in Suna; he has taken off her lace bralette without her noticing, and her nipples pucker and react to the frost-bitten air.
His tongue is in her mouth now, and she can taste the ash of his discarded cigarette. She wonders if he can taste the same in her mouth. Then she remembers that she has hands, too, and begins to tug at his clothes. Making no pretty sight of the way she undoes his leather belt, breaking the buckle in the process. She runs her cold fingertips along the line of his underwear, he makes a noise of approval as he kisses her harder.
Her bottoms are off now, her panties too, and she is stark naked and shivering for all of Suna to see. But they don't, they're home is quite secluded after all. Still, she senses the faint shuffling of Anbu turning their backs.
His fingers are in between her legs, teasing her slowly and softly. A far cry from the pace of his tongue and teeth nipping at her neck. Another passing thought; she was glad that she knew how to get rid of love bites within an hour. She was sure to be left with a fair few tomorrow.
He slides a finger inside of her, she tenses for a moment, grabbing on to him. The she decides that she doesn't care that it's like ice. The warmth of her is slowly warming it up, anyway. She moves against him, grinding on his hand. She loosens her grips and his shirt and remembering that she was in the middle of taking his jeans off. So she makes fast work of it.
He grinds his teeth together and sharply inhales as his cock is finally released, she doesn't pause before she grabs it. Moving in a perfect rhythm as he takes the opportunity to slide another finger inside her.
She moans, deeply, and is now practically climbing on to him to get more.
"Get inside me." She manages to spit out, teeth chattering from cold or pleasure or both.
He uses his spare hand to turn the door handle, then uses both hands to pick her up before they crash on to the floor. She bites his lip, furious at the loss of stimulation. He all but dumps her on to the kitchen counter, and she rips the rest of his clothes off. He is pulling her hips forward, bringing is own to meet hers so he can slide his cock inside her...
Her eyes open flick wide open and she makes the rash decision to throw her alarm clock across the room. It hits the wall, and is destroyed in the process.
She takes a moment to catch her breath before rolling over and half-moaning/half-screaming in to her pillow.
She feels a little dirty for having a dream like that, but also annoyed that it had been so suddenly snatched from her. Feeling the wet warmth still between her legs, she decided it was time for a long, cold shower.