title: Raison D'etre
characters: Konan x Kurenai Yuhi
summary: "Does it change anything?" "No, not really."
rating: M
notes: ish just kisses and stuff with two smexable characters. One of many to come.
standard disclaimer applies.
--raison d'etre--
(Kurenai had only ever been used to the hard kisses of men)
Konan's mouth was soft, and almost before she realised, she responded, just gently, she couldnt be hard like she had kissed Asuma, who tasted of hardwork and ciagrettes.
She felt wait shift over her, and a leg pressed between hers and Kurenai pulled away, blue hair framed the edge of her vision, creating a private world.
"Wait, why are you doing this?"
Konan didn't reply, just brushed her lips over her cheek bone and Kurenai let her eyes drift closer, lulled by the warmth, so completely, spreading from above her through out her body, a slow warmth, a comfortable and seeping warmth, not like much to fast Asuma.
"Would it change anything?" Konan inquired. Pressing kisses to her jaw.
Kurenai answered by adjusting her hands, where were sprawled about her head, to grip Konan's hips, pulling them down to press against her. Her leg hooked around Konan's and rolled them both, Kurenai using her many years as a field ninja to ratify her position above the Angel of God. Konan would have smirked, if she'd been any other woman, Kurenai pressed her lips against Konan's, a little harder, a little more like she was used to.
"No, not really, not anymore." She breathed when she couldnt keep spinning anymore.
Konan smiled, in a Konan like way. So Kurenai bit Konan's lip, in a Kurenai like way.
(But they had never done her any good)
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fin.x
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afterahardday