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She was, perhaps... perfect.

Just two weeks ago, when they had begun sparring nightly, he hadn't been able to see it. He hadn't seen anything beyond those pale eyes which had made his blood boil. He didn't know why, but when she had come out to the training grounds, looking as exhausted as he was after his endless hours of training—to rid himself of the seething feeling that had grown in the week leading up to that day—he had immediately wanted to curse her for the simple act of being there, and he could tell by the way she'd fought so ruthlessly against him on that moonless night that the feeling was mutual.

But, now? That feeling of unmistakable hatred was gone. As they bathed under the bluish-white light of the full moon, hands exploring every inch of one another's exposed skin, he could hardly believe that he'd detested her so much on that day.

His mouth marked her neck, and as he slid her jacket down from them, her shoulders as well. His cloth-wrapped left hand moved down to her waist as he tipped her chin up with his right, stealing another of countless kisses from the Hyūga. Her hushed moans were silenced by his mouth as his lips fell upon hers, his tongue taking the lead in a brief back-and-forth before she submitted.

There had been times, in his past, when he had kissed other young women. Karin was the most frequent since she was with him constantly. Though, he had never been interested in her, save for moments when he acknowledged that she could give him strong children.

But, still, those kisses weren't at all like these.

There was a hunger to the kisses he was sharing with this Hyūga. That gnawing sense of need had been there all night and had grown slowly over the past few days. Whenever she was nearby, he knew, but whenever touched he could... feel it.

And, not just in the typical sense.

It was like their chakras were drawn together. As his fingers brushed over her cheek and the smooth curve of her throat, moving slowly over her pulse, and as he broke their sweet kiss to take her lower lip between his teeth, he could feel his chakra uncoiling in the pit of his stomach. It was a tingling, tickling feeling, unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It was dizzying, and as his left hand moved over the netted mesh that covered her shapely stomach to gently cup her breast, he felt like he might just pass out if he didn't slow down.

Needless to say, his advances hardly slowed. His blood was rushing to the wrong head, after all.

"S-Sasuke-san..."

He could feel her hands as she pawed at his chest and stomach, and despite not wanting to take his own hands off of her he raised up to shrug off the black shirt he still had on. He was hardly patient enough to do that much, let alone spent more of his precious time taking off the mesh he wore.

Her whine of protest was answered by an irritated growl, followed shortly by the Uchiha throwing his cloak with a bit more force than was necessary before ravishing the woman with his mouth. As his nipping moved from her throat and neck down to her collarbone, leaving a path of rose coloured marks on her pale skin, his left hand fingered at the waistband of her sweatpants.

The woman arched slightly into him when his hand roamed further downward, travelling slowly over the thick-feeling fabric and gripping her hip. He could feel her grinding up against him, and his breath hitched in his throat for just a split second at the realisation that that was uncharacteristically bold of her.

But any thoughts about stopping were obscured by her brazen advances. The woman, wrapping her legs around him, looped her arms around the back of his neck and let her head fall back as he kissed and licked a trail toward her ample chest, despite the netted mesh which hardly hindered him. Her lewd moans kept his focus on her, and not on what consequences that may befall them if he didn't stop.

He didn't want to stop, and neither did she. He knew that. He could feel it.

Her want, her sinful, baser desire poured off of her like the heat of her fluid chakra as it mingled with his own, stirring further the hedonistic ardour that was driving him so near to madness that he could almost see stars. She moulded into him too well, her belly flat against his own and her bosom cradling him welcomingly as he placed kisses upon every inch of it.

Her long, inky hair splayed out over the soft grass, her nigh-porcelain skin nearly glowed as it welcomed the lunar light. Her cheeks burned gently, her eyes watched him through long lashes, lips parted slightly while she whispered pleas for him to stop teasing her. And, as though it weren't enough that their eyes had locked and he couldn't tear his gaze away if the divines themselves willed it, he could feel her heat through the tent that had formed in his too-baggy pants as she rolled her hips, her tongue running slowly over her lips.

She was teasing him.

It wasn't the other way around, as her illicit murmurs implied. And, worse even, it was working. He bit back the urge to throw caution to the wind and just take her there, settling with pushing the netted mesh up and over her corpulent chest and assaulting her creamy breasts. His tongue swirled slowly around either of her tightened, rosy-pink nipples before taking one between his lips, nipping gently at it while his thumb massaged its opposite.

If her soft purrs were any indication, she was getting exactly what she wanted. None too rude, the woman repaid his efforts, rotating her hips slowly, but now more strongly against him. It spurred him on, and he took her nipple fully into his mouth, suckling gently on the reddening bud until he felt her hands on his cheeks.

Though he was far from sated, the Uchiha still lifted his gaze to her.

"Get up... Sasuke-san..." she whispered, and despite the deafening sound of his pulse in his ears, he could hear her every word clearly.

He'd thought, at first, that she was finished. But her eyes told another story entirely. So, without protest, he slowly drew back from her. The woman sat up with him, and rose to her knees, her fingers lacing underneath his mesh shirt. Her face burned a bit brighter as she began pushing it upward, cueing him to lift his arms with her eyes before removing it entirely. The woman pulled her own mesh top off a moment later, and let it fall silently to the ground with his.
The normally timid, albeit rather passive-aggressive in recent weeks, lilac-eyed woman took the initiative, resting her hands on his chest and giving a gentle push. He complied without her having to press him, and lied back, watching in a mix of awe and outright lust as she crawled onto him.

Her soft rear rested snug on his hard lesser half, and the woman leaned forward to kiss him gently on the lips and chin. Her hands massaged his abdomen, seeming to explore every contour of his muscled frame as she sat upright, eyes half-lidded as she watched him.

Then, without warning, she started to sway her hips, the juncture of her thighs hot against him as their sexes mingled through two layers of soft fabric. When his hands cradled her hips, the woman let her head fall back, a quiet, pleased breath escaping her lips as she moved upon him, her bare chest jiggling enticingly with her perfectly cadenced movements. Her dark hair cascaded over her exposed shoulders, sharply contrasting her light skin as it brushed over her flesh.

He was so enthralled by the almost surreal sight that he didn't even realise how quickly his crest had approached. There wasn't time to stop it, and it didn't seem like his body agreed with his mind on the issue of withholding because he bucked up against the woman's inviting warmth despite himself, and within moments he was granted release. Her scent, every subtle movement, each sound that escaped her became very clear, almost even lurid as waves of pulsing pleasure swept over him. It was a miracle that he didn't bite his tongue.

She felt it, he knew, as the woman's breathy giggle was trailed by a soft moan when she continued rolling her hips, swaying slow circles astride him while he came down from his brief high. Her movements shifted to a steady back-and-forth as she leaned toward, her shapely breasts teasingly close to his mouth.
If he weren't mistaken—and he hardly ever was—she certainly wanted him to continue his earlier measured. Obeying her silent request, he held her waist fast, taking the previously neglected bud into his mouth, suckling gently as she brought her elbows down on the ground on either side of his head. She laced her fingers in his hair, placing feather-light kisses on his forehead.

Her own release came minutes after his, her whispered regard letting him know beforehand. Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, cradling his head as she kissed him, his arms managing to snake around her waist to hold her as she shuddered, her fingers curling in his hair the way he was sure that her toes were doing in the grass beneath them.

The Hyūga was breathless when she broke their kiss, licking her lips and pecking his nose. For a moment, they remained that way, him lying flat with her straddling him, their foreheads pressed together while her thumbs stroked his cheeks, his own hands on her hips. But, as she'd done before, the woman giggled after drawing back to look down at him, her cheeks still red. He didn't know if it was the heat or masked embarrassment that made them burn like that, but it seemed fitting. He wondered if his cheeks were that bright.

"Your Sharingan… Sasuke-san..." the woman murmured, a sweet smile gracing her lips.