Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
Chapter Two:
"Clair de Lune"
Kagome watched with attentive eyes as Sasori closed the door of his room and locked it with a reassuring click (probably thinking it better to be safe than sorry). He then strolled over to his single wide window, his steps unhurried and poised, and pulled the pearl-white curtains together. Light was vanquished from the room by a considerable amount, and the ambiance dimmed down to a subtle simmer. The redhead lingered in his spot for a moment longer, his hands still gently holding onto the drapery.
While most other boys when presented with such an opportunity, would jump at it without a second thought, it made perfect sense that he wouldn't mind leisurely taking his time. The young woman resisted the urge to cough loudly into her fist and merely spun her head forward, opting to be patient. Soon enough, she heard precise footfalls on the carpet, and Sasori joined her on top of the bed where she was now seated. The coils inside the mattress sang dully with the added load of weight.
When Kagome peered up from her hands which were placed tidily on the thighs of her folded legs, she saw Sasori sitting directly in front of her. Cross-legged, arms also crossed under his chest, and shooting her an expectant gaze. It proved uncomfortably difficult for her to swallow past the growing lump in her throat.
Jeez, can't he afford to look at least a little less than imposing for once? Her wavering focus wandered from carmine eyes down to fair-pigmented arms. She nervously twiddled her thumbs, a dozen thoughts and ideas racing through her flurried mind. Everything Karin had tipped her off on before had sounded simple enough at the time—and a lot more doable—but now that she was actually facing the boy she had romantically esteemed for years, and fantasized avidly of (her innocuous daydreams pertaining to visions of being kissed passionately in a downpour, sharing a couple scarf together in the winter season, and other such delusions girls her age often fancied), she was at a discouraging loss for words. Darn it, this feels so awkward…
Occupied thoroughly by her mental cyclone, she missed the way Sasori glanced down at her exposed thighs, before regarding her again and intentionally clearing his throat. She nearly jumped, and her heart was already accelerating, but the girl managed to narrowly avoid a panic attack and raised her eyes to him.
"Well then," he inquired smoothly, "how are we to go about this?"
Pursing her lips, Kagome averted her gaze again, scratching her cheek sheepishly. "Usually the guy makes the first—erm, move…" Not true, according to Karin whom was a complete dominatrix (and advised for her to be the same), but with Sasori's not-so-evident enthusiasm she didn't feel confident enough to act preemptively.
Sasori's brows delicately knitted together but otherwise he said nothing, pensive.
Kagome glanced elusively at him before lowering her hand. "You do know what to do, don't you?" she asked with a hint of dubiousness. Surely even Sasori must have watched pornography at least once in his lifetime? For Heaven's sake, she knew some people (a certain lascivious Miroku, for one…) who couldn't survive a day without that louche stuff in their system. Though then again, she had to remind herself that this was a 'special' case; for this unique boy, high-end musical concerts were likely the closest thing in existence to porn.
With a petulant toss of his head, Sasori sniffed, and it was now his turn to look away as he answered stiffly, "I told you, I understand the overall concept of the deed itself; what scientifically occurs in the body during the process. I never claimed to be knowledged in how it's done." He was always so sensitive and quick to defend against an implication that he weren't aware of something obvious, Kagome noted with a small smile. Despite the situation and matter at hand, she couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease him.
"Eh? So even the flawless, high-marked role model student doesn't know everything there is to know?" the girl remarked in a dramatic tone, a hand over her chest to consummate her image of feigned shock.
Almost immediately afterward, she squeaked, her inept mirth usurped by surprise when Sasori grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and pulled her forward in his direction. He met her halfway by leaning in, and Kagome's eyes fluttered close, her mischievous comments subjugated by his lips. They must have stayed still like that for nearly half a minute, the soft serenade of a violin weaving elegantly through the air (and for once, that particular track sounded exceptionally romantic to Kagome).
Sasori broke the modest kiss by moving back, his grip now lax on the girl's petite shoulders. When she slowly opened her eyes again, they were tinted with a faraway dreamy look. He considered them rather smugly, his mouth quirked in a slight smirk. "I know how to do that, at the least," he told her.
"Then…let me show you what I can do."
With invigorated boldness Kagome seized the front of his shirt and lured him back to her. She captured his mouth in their third kiss, and astonished the boy when she parted her own and slid her tongue across his lips. Acting on bare instinct, he partly followed her example and allowed her slick flesh access. The young woman gladly accepted his offer and pushed her body forward as well as her tongue, sweeping it over his less active one. He tentatively lifted it to tangle with hers, and gradually became bolder with it as he went along the flow. The harmless dance taking place amid Sasori's mouth ascended to a battle of dominance in Kagome's. The grips of his hands tightening on her, he decided he would be the one excercising control here, not her.
As they swirled and lapped at each other in a private wet waltz, Sasori couldn't help but marvel at how much of a fight she was putting up. Why not simply surrender, he wondered, as his hands steadily slid downward on their own accord. They ghosted past the short sleeve of Kagome's summer school uniform and down her arms. She seemed to shiver almost imperceptibly from the light skin to skin contact, and he was even able to evoke a mellow purr from the back of her throat. He felt its ensuing vibration in her mouth, and when he slightly opened his eyes he saw the deep blush suffusing her complexion.
His touch didn't stop at her wrists like he'd originally intended. It instead found its way to Kagome's waist, and from there ventured downward to two enthrallingly smooth upper thighs. He felt the hands clutching stiffly at the front of his shirt quake as he methodically kneaded the flesh under his palms.
She was so soft; she was making more noises, more vibrations.
Their lasting kiss broke, and the impromptu war between their tongues narrowed down to having no winner. The need to announce one was dismissed in their occupied minds.
"Sasori…" Kagome looked at him through hooded eyes, that ethereal element present in them again. His own gaze was tender—a stark contrast in comparison to its usual solidity—but it was speckled with something more unusual and wanting.
His voice was arousing and provocatively husky as he tersely responded, "Again," and dove back in for her lips. She complied easily and released her hold on his shirt, choosing to snake her arms around his neck and lean in even closer.
He hadn't ever known that this simple act, this kissing, could be so—so addicting.
Sasori wrapped his own arms around the girl's waist, bringing her to him and eliminating the nettlesome gap between them. He tried to ignore the odd, stirring sensation he was getting below, suddenly feeling trapped by his own trousers. His legs uncrossed and bordered Kagome from both sides, stretching beyond her.
She rose up on her knees, making him tilt his chin up along with her. His devious hands were shifting again, this time taking on a more daring course. They deserted Kagome's back in favor of slyly inching closer to her inner thighs, which separated upon his arrival. Sasori took it as further acceptance when the young woman threaded the fingers of her left hand into his hair. She tensed when his touch crept closer up her thighs to where her panties laid in wait. After hearing of it incessantly (to the point of annoyance, oftentimes) from some of his more sexually active friends, he was undoubtedly curious as to what it would be like…
The palm of his right hand was facing up as he experimentally rubbed against the object of his new interest. The thin fabric of Kagome's underwear was rather…moist. And in accordance, she mewled again into his mouth, except this time it was noticeably more pronounced than the last. So she liked that, did she?
He advanced with the usage of two fingers, glued together, by pushing them up forcibly into the central source of wetness. Slick, tenuous liquid seeped through the obstructing thin fabric and onto his probing digits. But he didn't realize that, as he was much more taken by Kagome parting her lips from his with a pointed gasp and reinforcing her embrace around his neck. Sasori did not bother to open his eyes, wanting to experience more with his gifted ears than his sight.
The young man rubbed her with more vigor, occasionally moving through the flimsy fabric to partially pass into a small, sopping entrance. The results delivered to him by his ministrations were absolutely thrilling; Kagome was cradling his head to the crook of her neck, her mouth beside his right ear as she uttered erotic, drawn-out noises. Her heated breath wafted over it as well, and the constricting of his pants was almost unbearable at this point.
She was moaning softly for him, and Sasori couldn't believe how lovely it sounded.
What really got her going was when he unthinkingly shoved aside the bottom of her underwear and stuck his two fingers all the way inside of her.
"S-Sasori—!" Her fingers gripped tightly onto the locks of his hair.
"Does it feel nice, Kagome?" he asked lowly, eyes still closed. He felt her nod timidly, and his next words came out as more of a command than anything else. "I want to hear more of you." He withdrew his fingers and plunged them back in again, albeit more forcefully this time.
"Ah!" was Kagome's tantalizing response, the syllable short-lived and clipped.
Sasori continued thrusting his digits in and out of her, now and then hooking his fingers and dragging them up and down against her inner wall (perhaps he should thank Hatake Kakashi later, for he had overheard of this exact "full-proof" method from the silver-haired pervert). While doing so, he buried his face into Kagome's neck, inhaling her sweet scent, and encircled her waist once again with his free arm. Her voice was effectively drowning out Debussy in the backdrop, but strangely enough, he preferred it that way. The sounds she made were so tender and fragile; he had never before heard anything so entrancing and melodious to this degree.
It caught him by sheer surprise when Kagome unexpectedly forced him down to his back with her entire weight, and his bed squeaked in agreement with his sentiments. His arms were now spread out at his sides, the right one leading down to glossy, shining fingers. He stared up at Kagome, eyes slightly widened in reaction to her blatant forwardness. She gazed down at him in return, blushing, though her lips were shyly upturned. Her palms were planted on his covers, on either side of his head, and her parted knees contained his hips in an identical fashion.
"Your turn," she told him in a faint whisper, before slowly lowering her mouth to his neck. It was light and feathery on his skin, and it sinfully felt even better when she ran her tongue over his flesh. His jaws were rigid and fixed as he inanely evaluated the motionless ceiling fan above them. Kagome suckled gingerly, and he had to suppress the groan at the back of his throat to preserve his virile dignity. Concurrently, her hands trailed down his chest and proceeded lower, and lower, nearing the area where he was feeling so unbearably hot and restrained.
He held the backs of her thighs, squeezing them. Sasori considered reacquainting himself with Kagome's certain spot via his fingers, when she began sliding her body down his…
No, wait, she wasn't going to—?
The redheaded male propped himself up by setting his elbows behind him. He watched with concealed amazement as Kagome fumbled with his belt, paying him no mind. A triumphant smile tilted her lips when she finally tugged his pants down to somewhere right above his knees. She had revealed his plaid black-and-gray boxer shorts, and a not so inconspicuous protrusion rearing up from beneath them. While her left hand was set on the mattress to steady her balance, she used her right to brazenly peel the waistband of his boxers down. The girl swallowed, engrossed by his stiff and now standing erect member.
Kagome raised her chin, and she and Sasori locked eyes. A righteous, dignified part of the boy insisted that he tell her not to do it—because it was simply a crude act. The other less decorous portion mentally snapped at him to stay quiet and enjoy the whole damned ride. The latter won over and he was silent, staring incredulously.
"Gomen, this is the first time I'm trying this, so I don't know how good it'll be," said Kagome with an apologetic grin. The prominent shade of red on her cheeks was deepening and turning even redder by the second. "I—I did my research, s-so…"
To hell with it, is probably what she thought, as she let her awkward sentence trail off and dipped down to swiftly save herself from further embarrassment.
"Kago—" Sasori was effectively cut off when a wonderfully wet, warm sensation enveloped his aching shaft. He only managed a sharp intake of breath, which came out after as a quivering shudder. This seemed to encourage Kagome, who pushed her head down farther into his crotch, attempting to take Sasori entirely in her mouth. When his tip poked at the back of her throat, she ceased to prevent gagging and instead began licking him all around inside. She tended to the remaining portion of him by firmly wrapping her hand over the leftover and moving it up and down. Her body was crouched down like that of a feline readying itself to pounce, her bottom in the air.
Sasori's hands fisted around his blankets, and he watched through fuzzy eyes as the girl's head began to rise and fall. She sucked enthusiastically on him, making all sorts of dirty wet noises as she did.
What she was doing for him was so filthy, so improper and lewd… Yet at the same time, it felt so indescribably remarkable; it was utterly exhilarating.
Again, the more shameless part of him (which he hadn't even known to exist until today) won out, and Sasori was thrusting into her mouth, utilizing his hips as much as he could. Kagome was delighted by her obvious success, and while taking care not to choke on accident, did her best to accommodate to his need: rubbing him up and down with a tighter grip and bobbing her head likewise in faster tempo. She licked and suckled on him aggressively, careful not to graze him with her teeth. Sasori didn't dare look away, and his elbows trembled. He discovered an abrupt newfound appreciation for her.
How did Kagome appear so beautiful to him right now, although he couldn't even see her face?
Faster and faster, his hips worked, and faster and faster, Kagome worked him. Something within him was peaking awfully close to the summit, and Sasori closed his eyes in anticipation, biting down on his lower lip. A dewy sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead; the room temperature seemed so unnecessarily high now. The knuckles of his fists blanched. He was going to—
There was a single, aggravating pop, and the mind-blowing impression died out rather anticlimactically. The wickedly pleasurable warmth that had encompassed him was now absent, just like that—poof. Sasori had to mentally fight against the temptation to growl in a manner that was sorely unlike him. He had been so, so painfully close; if only she had held out for a bit longer…
He opened his eyes and saw that Kagome was crawling up his body, on her hands and knees, her mouth tweaked archly. Sasori sighed lowly and fell back on his mattress, turning his face so that his cheek made contact with the cool disheveled cover. The young woman lowered herself on him, her bottom half first (of course), pressing her sex adventurously to his. Her panties were thoroughly soaked, more so than before, and that made his member twitch reflexively. It took all he had to resist pushing her hips down with his hands right then and there, and forcibly grind her against him until he achieved his overdue climax.
But no—though patience was a virtue he clearly lacked, he refused to play into Kagome's hand. He was above being controlled by the strings like someone's puppet; never mind that his throbbing shaft was begging for him to consider different.
"Sa-so-ri," the living source of his irritation called mildly, accentuating each syllable. "Why are you so upset, ne?" Her bashfulness from earlier had evaporated wholly—
His hands balled into taut fists.
—and was now replaced by her sodden core, which was slowly, mercilessly rubbing against him.
Sasori deigned to turn to her, eyes narrowed in a reproachful glare. "You're teasing me," he said flatly.
He resembled so well, in that instant, a disappointed and resentful child. Such a novel sight it was to behold, featuring the ever-stolid and dispassionate mask-donning young man. And it was all so silly that Kagome could've burst out laughing, but she withheld herself from doing just that because she realized it would probably be taken the wrong way.
Instead she readopted her equable composure and pressed her clothed chest against his, murmuring against his ear, "Gomen ne, Sasori," in an airy, sultry tone. His jaw muscles strained, he turned away from her again; she could practically hear him grip a fistful of sheets out of frustration.
So this is what it was like to truly hold power over a man, Kagome observed wordlessly. This was what Karin had always bragged about to her and all their friends—and the bespectacled girl was far from wrong: it was unimaginably thrilling. Presently, the raven-haired young woman felt so confident (almost foolhardily so) with the way she had Sasori beneath her, sullen and impatient and subject to any torture of her choice. She had never had him in so triumphant a vise-like snare as now (metaphorically—and literally, minutes earlier), and to sum it all up, she felt so dominant. Though the timing was inappropriate, she could have jumped into the air with jubilation and scream with glee.
Her bright thoughts were flipped upside down when Sasori flipped her onto her back.
The boy loomed over her, his forearms situated firmly on either side of her head. His bare sex was pressing into her, so stiff and heated, and his pants were hanging awkwardly down after his boxers practically begging to be kicked off.
Kagome peeked up into half-lidded garnet orbs, and she gulped. Um, oops…
She wasn't sure how to react when he started pulling her shirt up without her consent. Up until now she hadn't uncovered anything serious (raising her skirt had been Karin's idea, as per usual, and she hadn't minded that too much), so she naturally hesitated and her hands bolted to Sasori's with the intent of stopping him.
It was useless; he caught both wrists in one calloused hand and effortlessly pinned them above her head.
"Sa—Sasori, wait a second—" she spluttered, the splash of crimson blooming back on her cheeks.
"Why," he said tonelessly, his singular word not at all sounding like a question. He amused himself at her expense by slowly raising the hem of her shirt up her ivory skin, exposing her belly button. His eyes never left hers, even as he told her in a collected voice, "You owe me now, Kagome."
Kagome inhaled stridently and shut her eyes in apprehension when she felt Sasori promptly relocate the rest of the top up before her frilly maroon-colored bra. Her ears burned; they must have been matching the hue of her blazing cheeks.
Sasori inspected her flushed face, perplexed as to why she would be acting so abashed. Was she really so shy about revealing herself after she had just seduced him through an incredibly vulgar method? Hm, women… He disregarded her to assess her covered breasts. Against her protests he pulled the bra up to join where her shirt was gathered in folds under her neck. Subsequently after being liberated of their risen confinement, the twin mounds of flesh bounced back into place.
He was purely transfixed. These were what all his more 'experienced' friends constantly gushed about: a girl's breasts. They were white as porcelain, and two perky nipples pointed straight up. They certainly weren't as large as the ones his companions depicted of their girlfriends' (those bastards were probably exaggerating anyhow), but they weren't too small either.
To him they were perfect, and the agonizing pulses at his hips grew more distinct.
"St-stop staring…hentai," Kagome admonished feebly, one squinting eye cracked open.
Humorous, he thought, because if he was a hentai then what was she? She was just being overly insecure.
"Your breasts are well-shaped," he commented nonchalantly, going out of his way to voice his opinion, if only to assuage the little bundle of nerves underneath him.
"Don't say that," she huffed, though it was plainly obvious that she was fighting back a smile. Her breathing had also deepened.
Sasori concentrated on her assets and gently placed a mindful hand over a white, marshmallow-esque mound. It was very soft, and at the same time very firm. He had never experienced anything like it. A woman's breast; he hadn't a clue that it would be so great just to touch one. He inquisitively grabbed it and rolled it around in a circle with his hand. A muffled sound came from above, and he looked up to see Kagome. Her eyes were closed again, but her expression was much more inviting and set back in refined gratification. In any case, she wasn't opposing and rebelling against his actions anymore, and merely worrying her bottom lip.
His fingers touched her other breast's nipple, and as he rolled his thumb over it Kagome's body twisted needfully and pained breaths poured from her open mouth. She was exerting so much effort to keep from moaning out. Her little gasps were like the chirping of the morning birds he awoke to every morning, and he wished to hear more.
"Louder, Kagome," he instructed succinctly.
She shook her head rapidly in denial, unable to peer down at him.
He put her nipple in his mouth and more, savoring the taste of her breast.
"Aaaah! Sasori—!"
Her hard nipple was similar to a small berry; he flicked it with his tongue and sucked it. It was not unlike a gummy candy beneath his teeth—so pliable and firm.
"N-no! Sasori, dont—nnn!" she cried out, gasping audibly. In spite of her contrasting words, her back bowed into an arch.
He released his hold on her wrists and brought the now unoccupied hand down to her other breast, kneading it. Though she was more than able, Kagome didn't even attempt to try and remove him from her this time. Her fingers were too busy entangling themselves in his hair; she was clearly impressed by his performance. (Just like everyone else whenever they spectated him playing on stage, he noted complacently.) Sasori couldn't refrain from awarding himself, pushing his hips into hers.
Whether she did it consciously or not, Kagome encased him in her legs, grinding against him as they rocked. The only thing doggedly coming in between them was her dampened underwear. They moved wantonly against each other, rougher and faster as they went, and that heady sensation was flooding over Sasori again. It was picking up like before, accelerating in speed as it advanced up that tall, spiking hill. Every other coherent thought blended into nothingness in his mind, and the boy vigorously rubbed against that wetness until he were finally on the precipice of peaking. He bit down hard on the nipple between his teeth, eliciting a mixed cry of pain and pleasure from Kagome. His head was spinning—
—white flashed all around him, and Sasori's fluid gushed out of his tip to stain Kagome's panties (along with his sheets). He stilled, releasing her nipple from his mouth and breathing onto it. Interestingly enough, though he had just unmistakably relieved himself, the area at his hips was still hot. He could, again…
"You—" Kagome started, only to be silenced by his own announcement.
"I'm going to put it inside," he said in a breathy tone. His hardness had yet to disperse; there was but one way to settle this. Searching half-heartedly for confirmation, he gazed up into brown eyes. They were vague and misty, and Kagome nodded once.
"Okay."
Sasori drew himself up and leaned back on the bed, slipping off his pants and boxers with practiced ease. Kagome blushed and averted her eyes out of modesty, though she unintentionally licked her lower lip, recalling the experience of slick, sticky pre-cum on her tongue. The redheaded male discarded the unneeded materials at the foot of his bed (an atrocity his meticulous tendencies usually never permitted of him) and advanced forward again to relieve his partner of her underwear. They slid simply down her legs, the saturation in them visible, and Sasori wasn't subject to any troublesome complaints.
He crawled up to Kagome and lowered down, and she cautiously placed her hands on his shoulder. He planted his forearms next to her head again from either side.
Their eyes were focused on each other, Sasori's hard with need and wanting—for her.
As Kagome felt the seeds of warmth sprouting within her heart, she smiled endearingly at him.
That smile soon twisted and she uttered a stifled whine of pain. She was being split from the inside, and while it was an extraordinary feeling, it was also startling. The muscles in her legs tensed, and her toes curled (in anticipation or dread, she couldn't discern).
Sasori paused.
"Go, just—go," she encouraged. It wasn't like she hadn't been forewarned of what her first time would be like, and what was the pain compared to her overwhelming joy? The boy she had loved for so long was finally looking at her and not his stupid instruments, and he was sharing her need for him. He needed her, only she could satisfy him. He was inside her.
He roughly broke through her maiden protection, and Kagome cried out sharply, on the verge of tears behind her closed eyes. She laced her arms needily around Sasori's neck, shivering and clinging to him like a lifeline and combating inwardly against that acute, cutting sensation. The young man was already breathing hard, and impervious to her state of suffering.
It was spellbinding—surreal. Strained walls squeezed and molded around him; that, added to the return of the wetness and warmth, was enough to have his head suspended in the clouds. He could think of nothing but to give in to the instinctual whispers in his head guiding him further. He pulled out a few inches, and slammed himself back in. Kagome whimpered, even as he continued doing it several more times. But as he went on, the note of pain in her voice was gradually slipping away with each thrust.
Sasori picked up his pace, his hips moving accordingly. Although he had never seen an actual example of a man doing this, it surprisingly came off as natural for him.
It wasn't long until Kagome's gasping and panting and moaning were reverberating in his room, mixed with his own pants as he pushed wildly into her. His hands drew themselves into fists again, taking patches of the blanket with them. The girl's ankles locked together behind him and rose in the air, shaking with each powerful thrust. His entire bed was shaking as well, the coils screaming madly from the abuse—though that, along with Debussy in the background, went ignored. Sasori could only hear the wet slapping of their repeated union and parting, and Kagome's suggestive wails as they crescendoed strikingly in volume. They were probably penetrating through the curtained window, granting anyone outside an idea of what was happening in his room. He wasn't in the correct mindset to care.
"Sa-sa—Sasori!" She wasn't able to articulate his whole first name often, as most of the time it came out in split syllables. "Nn—!" Her arms were fastened around the back of his neck, her fingers prying and twisting in his hair like it was an instinct. "I'm—I'm going to… Sasori!" she bit out, tears of ecstasy wetting her eyelashes. When she opened her watery eyes halfway and looked up at the boy, there was no earthly sense in them.
Sasori craned his neck down to claim her lips once more in a fervent kiss, their tongues flailing together in a sloppy, mindless frenzy.
Then he was able to visualize it again for the second time: the awaiting summit of that glorious, sun-caressed hill. He lost all semblance of himself and burrowed deep into Kagome, as hard as he could, educing a sonorous whine from her throat that vibrated all the way into his mouth.
She broke the kiss and turned away, eyes closed as she cried out a strangled and melodious, feminine cry. Her limbs trembled as her walls clamped down on Sasori, and at that precious moment he too achieved his climax. Victorious white flashed for him again, and the divine feeling of ultimate release welcomed him into its arms as he filled the young woman to the brim. His own arms were sapped of strength and he fell forward into Kagome, his head past her shoulder. He was panting raggedly, too worn out and spent to regain control over himself.
Kagome eventually shifted her head back into place, and gazed up at the ceiling with star-filled eyes. Despite her shortness of breath, and how burdensome Sasori's body was fully pressing down on hers (prevented her from comfortably inhaling some well-needed oxygen), she smiled. He's mine now, and I'm his, she thought beatifically to herself. I'm…so happy. Butterflies of rapture fluttered in her belly, equally as warm as the seed and male inside her, and she put her lips affectionately to Sasori's damp temple. The bountiful tears that had gathered in her eyes prior during their intercourse finally slipped down, evincing her ineffable bliss.
"Sasori…" she breathed, stroking the back of his hair.
He was verbally unresponsive.
…
…
…
"No, we can't do this here—nn—stop it—stop."
"Why should I?"
"Because—because this is school, Sasori!"
"School is no longer in session; the day's over."
"There's still clubs in the late afternoon…and teachers! And—this just isn't right."
"You'll come over, then?"
"I told you, I can't! Chiyo-obaa-san's staying home today, isn't she…?"
"For what purpose do lockable doors exist, Kagome?"
"…you've got to be kidding me."
"I never say anything I don't fully mean."
"No—no, I'm sorry. It's just, too reckless, I can't—"
"Kagome." He grabbed her gently by the chin and tilted it upward. "I like you. Very much."
Her expression softened and her shoulders lowered, but she gazed down at her feet, dispirited. You might, but maybe for the wrong reasons, Sasori…
She was spared no further time to contemplate when Sasori grabbed her by the hand and pulled her with him to exit through the front of the school building. He entwined his fingers with hers, knowing how much she enjoyed that. Her will was effectually demolished when he turned to smile at her over his shoulder. Against her better judgement she smiled back, oblivious to the flecks of sensual desire in her now-boyfriend's carmine eyes… Or maybe she was pretending, again, to not have noticed them. Regardless she caught up in step to him, holding his hand firmly as they walked across the school grounds together. Kagome stole a glance off her lover, foolishly falling in love with him all over again.
It was okay though, wasn't it? He needed her, and she needed him. This was what she had wanted.
…wasn't it?
—
"Oh, fantastic, see what you've done now, Karin," a pink-haired girl rebuked, watching the couple from a distance with concerned emerald eyes. "You've created a monster."
"Kagome will be fine, Sakura, geez. She's got a pro for her mentor, did you forget?" retorted another female wearing black glasses, inspecting her nails and a fist planted on her hip.
"I'm not talking about her, baka, I'm talking about Sasori-kun. Haven't you noticed all he does nowadays is disappear with her every time? I heard his grades are slipping, too."
Karin, flipping her hand in the air, pertly replied, "They must be having a lot of fun then."
Sighing, Sakura rubbed her temple. "You don't understand, do you? I'm saying, I don't think things are going to end too well for our friend—Kagome."
The redhead shot her a disbelieving look. "Are you kidding me, she's got that boy wrapped all around her finger. Or legs, perhaps I should say."
"Forget it…"
Quiescence reigned, until Karin narrowed her eyes at her friend. "Say, I've heard you and Ino are up to something lately…"
Sakura jerked involuntarily, confirming the bespectacled girl's suspicions.
"Spill it, bitch! It better not be anything involving my dear Sasuke-kun!"
"What! Your dear Sasuke-kun? Why you—!" Sakura snarled, baring her fangs.
The two fell into a squabble until the sun descended on the horizon and the art club's president along with its co-founder—Deidara and Tobi—emerged from the building to extricate them.