Lie.
The bed creaks loudly.
It's a dingy room this time--only to be expected from him. He always tries to choose the most secluded--and, consequently, the most derelict--hotels. There's a spider crawling up the wall. Neither one notices.
The bed creaks again, and the bedposts shake. He's surprised no one's started banging on the wall yet, like last time.
She's laid out before him like some bewitching painting, a pale canvas of mesmerizing beauty. Normally, living bodies don't interest him. Hers entrances him. He's astonished at how much he wants her, still, after all these months. One would think her intrigue would have faded, but that's hardly the case.
His tongue traces up her chest and around her nipples. She moans quietly, demure and shy as ever.
Next to her stunning master and the other sightly and thrilling kunoichi who hail from her village, it's easy for her fairness to pale in comparison. Her beauty is not legendary or radiant, but there is a delicacy in her build, a loveliness in her face that draws him to her. Sex brings a bright flush to her cheeks, making her appear no less than angelic. He supposes there's a sadism to his attraction, then; to take such pleasure in desecrating an angel.
He doesn't mind. Evidently, neither does she.
He rocks in again, trailing his lips up her neck. She grips his back tightly and whimpers softly.
She tries to stifle herself during sex, most likely because of her fear of being caught. He feels it, too--it's always there, like a voyeur in the room, standing in the shadows and watching them burn.
For they have been doomed since the day it started, and now they're just waiting to be caught.
Right now, though, he doesn't care.
He feels himself getting close and pulls her tighter into him. She gasps and lets out a real moan, the first one he's heard all night. He chuckles softly and buries his head in the curve of her neck as he brings himself to climax.
And, as abruptly as it began, it's over. They've never had a romantic afterglow; the paranoia that has seeped into their minds has prevented them from enjoying this--or any other--intimate moment. Their relationship, though they hate to admit it, has always been rooted in their lust: for each other, for rebellion, for that which is forbidden.
However much they may enjoy romanticizing it as love, Kabuto knows that without the sex, they would be nothing.
It's a shame, to waste someone so lovely.
They fumble while struggling into their clothes. They don't look at each other.
He kisses her goodbye.
He almost means it.
author's note: it's been a while since i've been on here. almost a year, i think. anyway. thought i'd throw something out here. took like half an hour. not sure how i feel about it.
i was definitely considering going more explicit but its 3:11 am and i am fucking tiiiiiired. i don't even know what i'm still doing up. anyway, love it hate it review it kids. :) (oh, by the way, did anyone notice the title's a play on words? like, lie as in lying, and lie as in lying with someone? which i think is an idiom for screwing someone. i didn't even notice it until just now. so if you did before you read this you're probably smarter than me.) :D