Do You Really?
Flibber T. Gibbet
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, I wouldn't be writing FANFICTION, now would I?
Author's Note: This is my first fic ever. Consider my birthday present to everyone. I turned (none of your business) on Saturday. Anyway. I'm not really pleased with it. It seems to contradict with itself. But, ah, well. Review honestly! Thanks.
He came to me one night, haggard and disheveled. His clothes were mud stained and a cut on his leg was oozing. Black, obsidian eyes stared into my own sapphire orbs. Neither of us spoke a word. The air surrounding us was heavy with tension and uncontrolled passion. He stepped closer to me, a pale hand rising to stroke my cheek. I stiffened slightly but didn't pull away. I knew what was coming and I accepted it. We both needed it.
My eyes closed as our lips met. It was a routine between us now. It had started just like this. Timid kisses. Cool lips pressed against warm ones. Gentle pressure. He placed one hand under my chin, tilting my head up, and the other on the small of my back, pushing me against him. I sighed against his lips. His soft lips had become my safe place. Hesitantly, he brushed his tongue against my lips, asking permission. I'm not sure why he always did that. He knew very well I had no strength against him, At least not under the cloak of night. I was his unconditionally. He had the power to ravage me until I was nothing but a helpless, whimpering mound under his control. What morbid thoughts. He wouldn't do that. I trusted him.
It was a slow, sweet dance of tongues. He had completely dominance, but he never forced himself on me. A cool hand left my back and searched up my shirt. Soothing strokes exploring the planes of my chest. It was rarely anything more. Shy kisses and soft touches. I laughed silently; it was almost innocent. As if we were meant to be. A handsome avenger and an obnoxious demon vessel. Both of us changed at night. He became more trusting, and I, calmer. His mouth moved across my jaw, and down my tanned neck. I tilted my head, obligingly. He nibbled and licked and sucked insistently, leaving a trail of dampness in his wake. I moaned as his wet mouth lapped at my sensitive skin. This was rare and I savored every moment as if it were a forbidden fruit. I suppose it was. The warmth on my neck evaporated, and his eyes stared into my own, once again that night. His lips parted as if to speak, but no sound came out.
"I love you, Naruto." The first words spoken all night. He believed himself earnest. He thought he loved me as much as he could. But everything would change come dawn. He would go his way, and I would go mine. We would ignore each other except to exchange insults. Sakura and the rest of his fan club would moon over him. And I would be just another toy for him to play with when he was lonely at night. That wasn't true. Was it? I wasn't just a toy. We were equals. But however much he supposedly cared for me, I would always be second to his thirst for revenge. He said he loved, but only when we were alone. Was that love? Or was I just another hopeless romantic who dreamed of roses and chocolate?
I looked at him. His eyes were bright and a faint blush graced his beautiful cheeks. My heart ached at his mere beauty. I was his world for now. But isn't love forever? I wondered what impact, if any, my words would have on him. I loved him desperately. But, for all his words and actions, I was still unsure about his feelings. I spoke quietly, not wanting to disturb our fragile state. "Do you, Sasuke, do you really?"
He captured my lips in a single, perfect kiss. Yes, he really did.
Well, that's it. Remember to review.
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