A/N: Sorry no lemon, but a lot of making out. Lemons will come eventually.

Sumire slipped out of her shoes and into her slippers. Deidara reached out for her wrist just as she was about to dart away. He tugged her back towards him with a firm, but gentle grip. He slipped his hand around her waist to the small of her back, smirking down at her blushing and shocked expression.

"Where you going so quick, un?"

Her fingers curled into his shirt and her small tongue darted out to wet her dry lips. He leaned down and kiss her again, pressing gently, then slowly moving his mouth against hers. She released a soft squeak, then molded her body to his, hooking her hands beneath his arms and resting them on his shoulders. The takeout started to slip between his fingers, but he readjusted it and squeezed her closer.

Damn him, he's such a good kisser.

His tongue snuck into her slightly parted lips and she squeaked again. She was finally able to lean away enough that she could detach from him, his tongue still sticking out of his mouth.

"The soups' gonna get cold." Her voice was incredibly high-pitched.

"Let it." He tried to capture her lips again, but she stepped back.

"…can… can we… slow down?" she let her hands slide down his arms. "We just moved in together… less than two days ago… I don't…"

Her eyes closed as he planted a kiss on her nose.

"Sure. Take all the time that you need, un."

"Thank you."

"Let's eat."

They sat in the middle of the tatami room with the two servings of soup. Sumire shyly avoided eye contact as she sipped at the still warm, broth. He's staring right at me, it's so embarrassing. Deidara chuckled softly.

"You're so cute, un."

She picked up the plastic wide cylinder of soup and hid her face behind it. He chuckled again, then returned to consuming his own meal.

"…what are we going to do…"

"About what?"

"Work and all that… are… are we going to tell anyone or should we keep it a secret or…"

He lifted a covered bone and bit into it, slurping as he expertly tore off small chunks of meat. Sumire continued to take only small sips, still waiting for his response.

"Well…" when he had finished lacerating his bone he set it aside.

He snatched up a napkin and dapped at his lips.

"We could say something, but there's not any paperwork we need to do with Pein, un. I know some companies have all that, but we don't." He spooned some broth into his mouth. "Or we could just let what happens, happens. No need to think too hard about it."

"Okay." She wasn't completed satisfied with that answer.

What am I talking about anyway? Deidara-san and I… did we just jump into a relationship or are we…
"See, right there, you're worrying too much, un."

She met his confident blue eyes.

"…but…"

"I'm taking you on a date tomorrow, un."

"…where are we going?"

"To buy a space heater."

She started laughing:

"Space heater date?"

"Space heater date."

Sumie continued to giggle.

"You're soups gonna get cold."

"Let it." she mocked him.

His visible eye narrowed at her.

"You want to make fun of me, un?"

She bit her lip in a demonstration of nervousness and he made a move towards her. She scooted back on her bottom.

"Stop it I have soup!"

"You better eat it quick."

He brought his own to his lips and titled his head back to swallow down the contents.

"That's no fair you have less!"

He paused to say:

"Less talking more eating."

She drank her soup as quickly as she could, but found that there was indeed too much to consume. She found the cap and sealed it, just as he was setting his container aside, the remnants only a few bones. She set it on the tatami and dashed into the kitchen with the blonde in pursuit.

She screeched when he caught her waist.

"No!" she slapped at his hands playfully.

He squeezed her softness and she squirmed, he pulled her body back until it met his body hard.

"Deidara-san!"

He was humming as he planted kisses along her neck.

"Drop the 'san,'" he sucked on a bit of skin, "I think we're way past formalities, un."

Her hips ground against his, eliciting a deep groan from the blonde behind her.

"Way past," his voice took on a sultry tone.

The heat developing between her thighs was quickly becoming unbearable. Deidara-san… Deidara really knows how to… She gasped as his hands brought her hips back again, grinding his crotch against her bottom. He really knows how to make a girl hot. A soft, tiny moan escaped her as he let his hands begin to wander her.

"Sorry babe, I got a little excited." His hands stopped on her waist, a bit of clarity filling his consciousness. "I know you said wait."

"Dei. Da. Ra."

She spun around and wrapped her arms around his midriff. They gazed into each others eyes:

"Deidara."

"That's my name, un."

"Deidara."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm trying to get used to it."

"You're so weird."
She giggled and nuzzled into his chest. The feel of her body aroused him. I need to do something quick, maybe take a cold bath.

"You finish eating, I'm going to take a bath, un."

"Okay." They separated slowly and moved towards different parts of the apartment.

Sumire reopened her plastic cylinder of soup and ate the contents. She listened to the sound of the water running in the bathroom. I really want to have sex with him… but… I don't know. Something is telling me to wait just a little bit. When finished, she collected the trash and disposed of it in the kitchen. When she heard the water stop she prepared her things for the bath.

X

"Deidara-san,"

"Okay now say it with me…"

"Humph."

"Dei."

"Dei."

"Da."

"Da."

"Ra."

"Ra-san."
He sighed and let his head fall back against the pillows.

"I'm just kidding." She folded up the towel she had used to dry her hair and set it aside as she rolled out her futon.

His eyes followed her as the moved around the small space of the tatami room. He was sprawled out over his own futon in a black tank top and dark grey khaki's. He had finished preparing for bed while she bathed. His head turned until he was staring at the ceiling again.

"But really, Deidara…" she whispered the honorific.

"Hmm?"

"I know I said I wanted to slow down and everything…" her voice became weaker as her sentence progressed, "but would it be okay if… okay if we cuddled?"

Sumire's cheeks became bright red as he shifted his head to look at her. The long blonde strands drifted over his eyes. He lifted a hand and brushed it over his ear.

"Come here, un."

She shyly pushed the futon closer to his, then snuck under the covers. His hand found her waist over the thick cotton comforter.

"Come here." He said more forcefully only to gently shake her.

He listened as the small body scooted over beneath the blankets until she appeared at the edge. He pulled the comforter so that she disappeared, only this time he was under as well. He titled her chin up to plant a soft kiss on her lips, then wrapped an arm around her. She snuggled beneath his chin and inhaled a rich scent of body wash with hints of earth and sweat. His digits on the small of her back eased under the edge of her shirt, though a very simple movement, it satiated his desire to feel her skin. The tips of his fingers pressed into her flesh, hard enough not to tickle her, but gentle enough not to hurt her. She's so soft, it's drives me nuts how soft she is.

Sumire's breathing had already evened out, her muscles relaxed, her consciousness fading as sleep enveloped her.

A soft sigh left her slightly parted lips and her body fully pressed to his. The feel of her breasts against his chest, along with the sensation of her skin caused blood to rush down. A sound almost like a moan was released from the body against his. She shifted, her thigh pressed into his groin and he suppressed a groan. Fuck, I can't wait to know what she feels like, all of her, every inch of her.

Tuesday

Sumire stared at herself in the mirror as she patted a beauty blender against her skin, effectively evening out the foundation she had applied. Deidara was at the other edge of the room, buttoning up his pants. She stole a glance at his muscular and well-defined back, he was gathering a bunch of his long blonde hair into a ponytail, a red ribbing was hanging from his mouth. She smoothed out some toned cream beneath her eyes and powdered a blush brush. After a few careful dabs, she gently smeared it along her cheeks. She eventually moved to eyes using a glittery gold eyeshadow on her lids, then drawing in her eyeliner. By the time she was finished Deidara was standing behind her, watching her with a smile.

"You're pretty good at that, un."

"Thank you."

She ran her fingers through her hair, considering styling it another way, then moved away from the mirror to pick out her outfit for the afternoon. Deidara took her place in front of the mirror and began to apply his own makeup.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom Sumire stepped into each of her black thigh highs, a sensation of confidence filling her as they settled on her skin. I always feel so dangerous in thigh highs, I don't know why. She pulled on her black pleated skirt, zipping it, then gazed at herself in the much smaller mirror in the bathroom. Is this enough? It is a date, date… though a space heater date, haha. Her long dark hair went down past her bottom now, shifting as a single large mass behind her when she moved her head. I feel like I need to do something with my hair. She parted it in the middle and brought both sides over her shoulders. Braids maybe? It'll take a while… I should get started now, but what should I tie it with? She noticed a small box on the edge of the sink she had never bothered to open. She pushed up the lid and found it filled with multi-colored ribbons of various sizes. How convenient. But, doesn't he only use the red ones? She peeked out of the bathroom.

"Deidara-san?"

A disapproving groan came from the room a few feet away.
"Deidara."

"Yes?"

"Can I borrow some of your ribbons?"

"They're hair ties, but sure, un."

They're ribbons, but okay. She resisted giggling as her fingers dipped into the small box. She found enough white ribbons and began the process of braiding her hair.

X

Deidara tapped the bathroom door with his knuckles, his hand on his hip.

"Oi, what are you doing in there, un? I've been ready for ten minutes."

He stepped back when he heard her approach the door. Sumire finishing tying the last white ribbon at the bottom of her left braid. She cupped beneath then and evened them out in front of her, then opened the door. Her heart beat picked up, excited to show him what she had done. She stepped out and blushed when she saw him grinning.

"Damn,"

She clasped her hands together, looking at the ground and nervously rotating her shoulders.

"Does… does it look okay?"

"You look great, un."

She smiled and stepped into the foyer to slide into her shoes. Her white blouse rose as she bent over, displaying a small patch of skin on her back, only to be concealed again when she straightened. Deidara watched her for a moment, taking in a complete image of her outfit. The short white blouse was puffed in the shoulders. Once we start fucking I'm going to have to ask her to braid her hair again, his grin returned to his face, it'll be good to have something to pull.

"Let's get that space heater." She spoke when she turned to him.

He agreed, joining her in the tiny patch of stone and putting on his shoes.

X

It didn't take long for him to grasp her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers possessively. He had noticed the men on the street looking her up and down. Her clothing was exceptionally attractive, cute and form fitting. They were undressing her with their eyes just like he had, but it was different for him, because she was his.

The streets were filled with people. Sumire's anxiety was high, she felt as though every person on the street was staring at her. Deidara's hand had been a deeply comforting presence. A larger group was approaching and the blonder pulled her closer. With her free hand, she clutched at his bicep, hoping they would reach the electronics' store soon.

He gently guided her into a shop and she let out a sigh of relief.

"Here we are."

"Awesome."

He continued to hold her hand as they walked about the small shop. They stopped silently in front of a small stack of space heaters. Sumire leaned against his shoulder, staring at the boxes but not reading them.

"The small one or the large one?"

"There's no medium one?"

"I don't think so." He let his hand slide away and he knelt to look over the heaters on the lower shelf.

Sumire glanced around the room absentmindedly. He picked one out and stood.

"This'll do."

Sumire nodded in agreement. Deidara stared at her for a moment, recognizing the lack of interest in her expression. When they went to the cashier, Sumire snapped back to reality. She fished into her purse for her wallet but Deidara had already finished paying. At the entrance Sumire tapped his shoulder gently.

"I thought we were going half and half."

"Don't worry about it, today's on me, un."
"Oh okay, so are we heading back to the apartment now?"

"Nope, I'm not done yet."

She smiled at him and they started down the street again. Down the street, they arrived at a ramen stand and he had her take a seat.

"I thought we couldn't afford good ramen…"

He chuckled and said to her softly:

"I got my check for my last exhibition, un. Just relax, have fun, it's a date."

She smiled at him and they entered the stand.

The rest of the evening passed quickly, her smiles and laughter encouraging his own. Hand in hand they walked from one place to another, browsing stores without buying, snacking on treats from various shops, and generally enjoying one another's company. The evening closed with a slow, deep kiss outside his front door.

Inside they prepared for bed separately, then once again curled up together. Deidara gazed at her longingly as she drifted off to sleep. Good first step, I just need to keep at it like this.

Friday

"Finish cleaning up back here and join me in the foyer." Sasori left the backstage room.

Sumire wiped the top of a worktable with a rag, leaning forward to reach the very ends of the table. There was a presence behind her, one that she immediately recognized.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

She looked back at the blonde eyeing her from a few feet away. She straightened and turned around.

"Shush."

"You'll have to find a way to make me, un." He stepped closer, his hands resting on either side of her waist.

"We're at work," she hissed, though letting the rag drop out of her hand.

"Not good enough, give me another reason." His lips grazed hers and her breathing hitched.

"I… can't think of one…" her voice became dream-like.

He kissed her hard, his arms wrapping around her tightly so their bodies were fully pressed. She moaned and let her fingers slide between the strands of blonde hair. They parted briefly and he whispered:

"I just can't keep my hands off you, un."

She leaned up to silence him. He growled against her lips, eagerly smoothing his hands down to her rear to grip and squeeze. With a quick jerk he lifted her off her feet and set her on the worktable behind them, quickly drawing her to the edge and spreading her legs to comfortably situate himself between them. Sumire gasped softly when he dropped his mouth to her neck, his tongue darted out to brush her skin, but was soon replaced with his lips, clasping onto a small bit of skin and sucking roughly.

"Too hard," she moaned weakly.

He grinned against her flesh, recognizing the haze in her voice and the heat radiating from her body as deep arousal. He kissed up her neck to her jawline then finally to her ear.

"Seems like you like it a little rough, un."

Their gazes met and he bit his lip.

"Not too rough though…" her high-pitched voice made him chuckle.

"You're just too damn cute for your own good."

"Humph."

"Please return to work."

They both jumped at the sound of the deep voice. Sumire leapt off the table as soon as Deidara had stepped away to see Itachi standing in the doorway of the back room. Her face became deep red, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. The air in the room became tense. She walked briskly past him into the hall. Deidara remained there, smirking at the Uchiha. He prepared to speak but stopped when a weak, almost pained smile appeared on the face of the man in front of him.

"Please be kind to her."

The blonde felt his smugness disappear from his body all at once. A heavy feeling of guilt settled atop his shoulders. The dark-haired man turned from him, pausing as though he were waiting for Deidara to speak, but he walked away. What the hell? Now that he was alone, Deidara huffed. His hand rose to the side of his skull and the other rested on his narrow hips. Whatever, forget it. He huffed again and entered the hall, searching for something to do.