CHAPTER 7
TWO YEARS AGO…
The sex had been amazing; there was no doubt about that anywhere. The problem wasn't the sex, I mean Kisame had never known a woman so responsive, so soft yet she could take anything he dished out and not even bend, let alone break. Amber had been very easily the best sex of his life.
No the sex definitely wasn't the problem, the problem, if you could even call it that was simply that Amber was on a mission and he was horny. The even bigger problem was that he didn't want to satisfy his needs with anyone but the woman whose smooth creamy flesh had taunted his dreams for the past week while she'd been away.
Kisame knew that he'd told her he wouldn't let go, he knew he'd told her he wouldn't give her up, and he damn well meant that! There was no way in hell any other man was going anywhere near her, he'd rip limbs from torsos before he ever let that happen. The issue here was that even though he wasn't planning on giving her up; and sharing Amber was sure as shit out of the equation, the issue was that after one night and one even better morning, Kisame had the sneaking suspicion that even if he wanted to he couldn't give her up. That was the issue. Twenty four hours in the same bed with one woman and he didn't even want to take himself in his own hand anymore, simply because she felt so much better and he'd rather suffer blue balls and let her kiss him better than fix the problem the old fashioned way.
That, in Kisame's book, was a problem.
He'd dragged her into his room after the meeting and proceeded to seduce Amber like no man ever could; his plan was simple, hold her still and attack her with pleasure, and damn, what a seduction! Somehow she'd ended up seducing him, all those womanly curves and soft round spots that his hands could hold onto; not mention all those dips and crevices that his tongue was just meant to explore. The way she moaned his name in ecstasy was nirvana the way she screamed his name when she came…it was indescribable. They just fit, and damn did they fit well. Which was half the reason that he'd been storming around like a Neanderthal for the past week, his woman was away, he had no qualms about calling Amber his woman because as of that night she was his, she did belong to him. Ambers strength was intelligence gathering, she didn't look like the typical Kunoichi so she could walk into a bar, sit right next to an ANBU and they wouldn't look at her twice, they'd notice the clues if they looked hard enough, but she was basically invisible as a ninja. It was a skill that the Akatsuki craved and protected fiercely, Amber's Identity was protected at all costs, there had been times she'd walked through Konoha, into the Hokage building as a curious citizen and come back with enough information to change the result of missions, she'd saved their lives countless times with her information. She was the organisations most key piece, and he knew she had a duty – so did he after all.
The problem was that his brilliant intelligence gatherer was out gathering intelligence, instead of here.
In the hideout;
With him;
In his bed;
Naked…
Kisame couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips as the vision of Ambers naked form tangled in his grey sheets popped into his head, they'd worn themselves out that night and early into the morning, her libido matched his and they just couldn't keep their hands off each other, but eventually in the early hours of the morning just before the sun had begun to rise they had fallen asleep, tangled together, neither one far from the other. Falling into a deep uninterrupted sleep with the warmth of his woman beside him was bliss, but waking up to her that was something else entirely.
One week earlier
Kisame first started to stir sometime around 3pm, just as the sunlight streaming through his windows hit his eyelids. Opening his eyes to the blank whiteness of his ceiling was nothing new, the lightly snoring woman sprawled over his chest, her fingers entwined with his next to his head, her silky hair brushing against his skin every time he took a breath; that was unusual.
It took Kisame a minute to piece together what had happened the night before. As he watched her sleeping, her pouty lips looking more and more kissable with every little snore that escaped her; his free hand found its way to her left bum cheek, a light squeeze later and he was rubbing her back lightly as she stirred awake. Nuzzling into his chest was probably the sexiest thing she could have possibly done at that moment in time, proven by his erection, usually at half-mast whenever he woke was now standing tall and proud, and ready for some serious attention.
Kisame watched her eyes open, the sleepy haze slowly fading as he watched her take in the fact that she was lying naked against the man she had spent the night giving herself to. In that moment Kisame realised he had no idea how she would handle the situation, making him watch her closer, even more curious as to how she would react to him.
Looking him dead in the eye no fear, no regret, no shame, she pressed her lips to his chest and dropped a light and barely there kiss before sitting above him, her legs either side of his waist, his hands automatically slipping to sit at her hips as she pushed back rising slowly and if possible even slower she sank down on him, encasing him in her heat.
Nirvana wasn't generous enough to describe the goddess currently having her way with his all too willing body. Letting her have control Kisame guided her movements every now and then so he could hit her sweet spot just right, if only because not only did she gasp in the most erotic way possible she also thrust her breasts forwards as she arched her back in pleasure and damn were they some perfect breasts.
Before he knew what he was doing he had flipped them over, holding her legs around his waist, where they belonged in his opinion, he couldn't resist the urge to give her everything he could, and that's exactly what he did. And just as they were about to fall into the pleasure filled abyss they'd been chasing he looked into her eyes and saw that tiny little part of her that was ever so slightly afraid of giving herself to him and so without even thinking it over, and not knowing that the words where even going to fall from his lips he said the very words that would forever bind them together.
Looking into her very soul all he could do was be honest. "it's okay baby, I'll catch you, whenever you fall I'll be right there to catch you , I'm not leaving you, no one can take you from me. I'm not letting go." His hand squeezed hers as they flew together and he reached heaven the moment his name fell from her lips in the softest of pleas.
"Kisame…"
"Always baby, always"
Snapping out of his day dream Kisame snapped back to the training field he was currently standing in. watching the water of natural hot spring lap against the sides of the earth, he couldn't wish for anything apart from Amber to return to him soon and in one piece, taking a deep breath he exhaled loudly.
He couldn't just stand there, he was going insane and if he trained any more this week he'd die of boredom, instead a change of scenery seemed like the best plan, walking back into the hideout, Kisame made a beeline for his room, taking care not to stare at his bed, but damn it looked cold and empty without her there. Stripping as he walked into his bathroom, Kisame turned on the shower, stepping in he let the warm water fall over him as he stretched out the kinks in his neck from training all day. Looking down Kisame spied his straining erection, all he could think was that at that moment he wished more than anything that Amber was here, on her knees taking him in her warm, wet mouth. The thought however tempting didn't help his insufferable blue balls. Being brave, like the big scary shinobi he was Kisame flipped the temperature to freezing, watching as his erection deflated to half mast, after five minutes he figured it wasn't going down any further and switching of the water he stepped out, towelled off and dressed in civilian clothes.
Leaving the hideout Kisame made his way to the nearest non ninja village, jumping from rooftop to rooftop he made his way to his favourite bar in the rougher side of town. He was about to jump off the roof and enter the bar to get a stiff drink, when a streak of long mahogany hair caught his eye, pausing for a moment he watched as the woman he'd been fantasizing about walked down the street. A slow predatory grin split his face in half as he watch the outline of her gorgeous buttocks sway under the drowning cloak she wore. Unlike the Akatsuki cloaks that the rest of the organisation wore, his Kitten wore a plain black cloak with a hood. He was just about to jump down and cart her off to his bed when a tall figure approached her, grabbed her arm and spun her into their chest – the haze of red that blurred Kisame's vision wasn't shocking to him; what shocked him was that she didn't immediately brush the guy off.
Watching more closely Kisame studied the man he considered a threat to his woman; not that she couldn't take care of herself, but merely the fact that he had his hands on Kisame's woman, and that made him an automatic threat. One that Kisame was going to rip apart slowly and painfully if he didn't stop touching her. Kisame crouched down on top of the tiled roof above them; with his hands resting on his knees he examined the figure tainting his woman. He was tall, not as tall as Kisame, but taller than Amber – he was lightly tanned, light blonde hair adorned his head in that shaggy flimsy, teenage heartthrob way that made Kisame want to wretch. The guy was the epitome of a woman wet dream, slight but toned and by the look of his unmarred skin he was definitely not a Nin.
Watching he saw a few words pass between them, and watching Amber's calm face as she spoke to the man, he had a small sinking feeling in his stomach. What if she wasn't pushing his hand away because she knew the guy? What if she liked him? What if she liked the tween dream more than him? Was that the kind of guy she liked? Sure she'd slept with Kisame…but she'd been with the Akatsuki for a while and it wasn't exactly the most normal of groups – the pickings were slim and even slimmer when you took into account that the straight members were the weirdest and most fucked up of all. plus a woman had needs – he knew Amber had needs, he'd seen to them after all – but if she had a choice, if she could have any man she wanted (and Kisame had no doubt that she could) but if she weren't restricted by the organisation, then was this the kind of guy she would go for?
Was Kisame simply a fuck buddy? Was he a lay of convenience? Jesus he hoped not…as he watched Amber talking to the tween dream (as he had dubbed the moron touching Kisame's woman) he watched as she frowned and pulled her arm away from the guy and stepped backwards. Her voice floated up to the roof that Kisame was spying on and her words rid him of all and any doubts.
"Look, I'm flattered but I'm not interested okay? Just go find someone else." The guy snorted obviously thinking he was gods' gift to women – the plonker.
"What afraid you couldn't handle me sweetness?" his slick oily voice set Kisame's teeth on edge.
"Look I'm not interested – piss off"
"I like 'em feisty" Amber rolled her eyes "it'll make it so much sweeter when I break you" Kisame was about to jump the guy and shred him to death when his woman, his beautiful, beautiful woman did the hottest thing possible.
In the blink of an eye her arm was around his throat squeezing off his air supply – the guy started struggling and grasping at the limb holding him captive. "Listen to me you degenerate fuck – you will not be coming anywhere near me do you understand? I am not interested! I am a taken woman and if you think some scrawny teen dream is going to be coming anywhere near me you are delusional!" releasing him she stepped back and Kisame swore he almost came right then and there.
They tween dream scrambled away in terror, standing up still griping his throat he waited until he was a safe distance away (if there was such a thing when facing a trained killer) he sneered and spat on the floor at Ambers feet – that Kisame wouldn't put up with – again ready to jump down and rescue his girl he was once again reminded that his woman didn't need to be rescued.
"You're probably gay anyway…fucking tease."
Amber's POV
"You're probably gay anyway…fucking tease." The words were thrown at me like knives, what a fucking twat! I was tired, I was hungry, I had important information to report to leader and I had a blue shark man to get into bed with and this mother fucker was accusing me of being a tease! The man looked like some prepubescent's dream but to me he held no appeal – he was shorter than I liked – scrawny too, Amber wasn't afraid to admit that she was a big girl, and by Amber's math, a big girl needs a big man.
"Stupid bitch, no man would fuck you anyway – fat bitch." Now Amber wasn't a woman to be offended easily and the fat comment really didn't bother her that much, I mean she was a Kunoichi after all, and everyone knew Kunoichi's were some bitchy ninjas.
"Look you little worm! I am tired, I'm hungry" (she chose to ignore his snort) "I have shit to do and I have a man to get home to! So you listen here you wannabe rapist! I. Am. Not. Interested!" he snarled, honestly snarled at her and ran towards her at a dead run.
Well fuck! She thought I guess I'm not getting into bed anytime soon…
Kisame POV
What a dick! He didn't care if his woman didn't need saving, she was going to be saved! Jumping down from the roof he'd been crouching on; he landed right in front of the charging moron who decided to barrel straight into Kisame's chest. Stopping and looking up into the raging eyes of a six foot seven inch shark man would scare the life out of any man; but when that particular shark man was smiling at you like he was a homicidal maniac – that put the fear of god into him. He shrank trying to make himself seem smaller and less of a threat, the snivelling idiot.
Kisame's hand landed on his shoulder, wrenching him up to Kisame's eye height, which pulled him a foot from the ground, Kisame's manic expression was enough that the slime ball slipped out of his shirt and ran as if his life depended on it. Standing there in shock Kisame turned around to the sight of Amber laughing so hard tears crept into her eyes. Kisame's booming laugh slowly joined hers as they got over the shock of the moment.
Sauntering over to him Amber reached Kisame's open arms as she was embraced into his solid chest, looking up to him she couldn't keep the smile off her face if she tried.
"hi" her hands slipped to his chest as she looked up at him, he could sense she was slightly uncertain, but that was okay, because he wasn't.
Grabbing the back of her head he dragged her lips to his and kissed her like he'd been fantasising of for the last week.
"welcome back baby…" the low hum that escaped her lips was invitation enough to carry on with his welcoming assault on her lips with his own.
"I missed you too Kisa-Kun"
His answering smile was just a hint at the night that was to come.
