Aw, you guys waited so patiently, I'm very grateful.
I know the last chapter was a little short, but it was just the shove in the general direction I needed it to go on, the final climax and all that jazz.
Yes, I do have a few story ideas in my head already (I've tested out a few chapters for some of them)
I have a Sasuke/Hinata AU in progress. Two of them actually, though I don't know if I'll finish one, it's too OOC for my taste.
My brain is BACK, I'm happily able to write again. (might have something to do with my trip to the library)
Also, I'm seeing my doctor to get my cast removed and I should start training again soon, which will greatly improve my battle scenes if there are any in further stories. (aren't you all happy!?)
Anyway, please enjoy the next chappies!
Leave me some love!
-inky
Warning: This chapter is rated a solid M for lemon. (for those fluff lovers out there)
No, it's not explicit… much, but it's there, clear as day. Watch out, no suing me for ruining your innocence. (who're you kidding, you've got none!)
The light of the sun was moving in odd patterns on the roof, white washed and faded, a little yellow and brown… there was nothing familiar about it.
Her lashes were in the way, long black stripes against the reality of her world, but she could not open her eyes any further, in the cool shadow of the room she knew it was warmth she was feeling, enveloping her completely, the breeze blowing in from the window that let the light in was soothing… a dry summer heat.
Her eyes closed again, staring into the darkness, watching the patterns of red and black match those of the light on the off white ceiling she had seen moments again.
Everything felt dusty, and sore, as if she were waking from a long dream, coming back from some place in her mind she did not understand.
Where… where am I?
Slowly she breathed in, a smell like spice and salts tingling her nose, the breeze jingled bells somewhere far away, sounding like a fading tinkle in the silence.
Letting out the long breath she opened her eyes again to stare forcefully at the ceiling, and the dancing light.
Memory was a hard thing to find, questions were coming slowly to the surface, shoving aside the bare facts of her condition.
She couldn't really move, because everything hurt and she couldn't think of a good enough reason to move… moving meant thinking, thinking meant remembering…
Remembering meant…
"Hanabi."
The word was choked on, as if the very letters of the name slammed down her throat, blocking the passage of air. As abruptly as the sudden jump of her heart beat she sat up, flinging the smooth white sheets off her body, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in her hair.
But none of the softness of the sheets, nor the blast of warm air from the bright blue sky outside, or the laughing tinkling of the bells could reach her as her eyes filled with tears, her throat raw with contained screams of realization.
She was somewhere… and Hanabi- and…and…
"Sasuke…"
As if her spine were not working she slowly melted back onto the bed, bland lavender unseeing as the light continued to flicker.
"…they're both… they're both….d-d-d-ea-" her voice choked on the words, lips refusing to let it be said. Saying it made it true.
Think! Think… Hinata, think!
Closing her eyes, forcing the tears back she breathed in, her throbbing body coming into focus. The pain was reassuring in a bitter sweet way, a knife twisted in her heart.
Pain meant she was alive, somewhere…
The door opened suddenly to her right, a door she hadn't realized existed, the breeze of it caressed her skin and she sat up abruptly, stupidly freezing at the sight of pink hair and bright green eyes.
It didn't register, the image confusing her stranded mind.
Sakura?
The med nin was frozen in place, hands slowly loosening around the salve in her hands, letting it crash against the stone ground below.
Shards of glass splintered into a thousand pieces, snapping both the girls out of their stupor.
"Sakura-" Hinata began, then gasped as the girl stumbled over the shards and grabbed her into a hug that would suffocate her despite all her work at keeping her alive.
Sobbing Sakura buried her face in the crook of her friend's neck, tears staining the bare skin, her grip tightening dangerously around Hinata's still sore body.
"God damn it all!" Sakura's first intelligible words made Hinata stare straight ahead, confused, feeling little of what was happening.
"I thought I-I wouldn't be able to- I … you weren't waking!" Sakura's voice shook and her arms unwound, pulling Hinata back to stare at her, taking her face the way a mother takes her daughter's to study the perfect features.
Her face was tear stained, and her eyes wide in her face. For a moment Hinata's heart softened slightly.
Poor innocent Sakura… such worry she must have endured for her sake.
"Sakura…" Hinata began again, hesitantly testing out her voice to hear it cracking softly with new use, sounding deeper than she recalled but still her voice.
The med nin smiled softly through her sobs, laughing in a manner that was partly panic and sheer relief.
"Hinata." She stated, taking her face in her hands again. "I missed you, and I was scared… but you came back, again."
Hinata looked back at her silently for a moment, feeling weak. What could she do?
No… I'm not fully here… you don't understand… they're gone… I'm… I'm not really…
Complete.
Her lips trembled for a moment, tears brimming around her eyes.
"Sakura." She stated again, sobbing it softly, making Sakura start, her smile fading. "What…? What's the matter? Hinata?"
Softly the Hyuuga heiress wrapped her arms around her friend, straining for the comfort of human touch… though it was Sasuke's touch she wanted.
"…S-sasuke…and H-hanabi a-a-are they…are they…?" her voice broke, her throat tightening around the word, hoping against hope that it wasn't true. It couldn't be true.
Sakura pulled her back sharply, turning to look at her face, a frown of worry firmly ground into her features.
"Hinata listen to me." She stated firmly.
The girl before her stared back, the tears streaming silently down her face, her body quivering. Don't tell me… please don't tell me…
Don't tell me they're gone.
The run to the Sand was straining, his body was near breaking point. Sweat and blood and grit covering him, the wounds across his stomach bleeding unhealthily, but he was more worried about the blood that didn't belong to him, coating his arms.
She hadn't been broken, she wasn't in any danger, but for some reason she was not waking.
Wake up, Hinata, wake up.
Sakura took her away the moment they reached the Sand and were escorted by the Kazekage's siblings to the home of Gaara himself, given a whole ward, medical ninjas there on the ready.
Naruto's friendship with the loveless monster was apparently exactly what they needed.
He had stayed in the hallway, had refused treatment, had slammed his fist repeatedly against the wall in an effort to keep his energy from devouring him, his nervous tension making him jittery, moving without need.
Sakura's trained hand was the one that finally sedated him, her chakra forcing him into a sleep he fought, despite himself.
He would fight, always…
Come back, Hinata… come back…
Frowning the Uchiha Avenger lowered the book in his hands to the table, looking up to stare at the window facing the desert of sand that surrounded the village beyond the protective wall.
His hair was dripping a mess of wet splotches on the pages of the book, dotting the ink and smudging it as he slammed it closed, plopping down with a heavy sigh into the nearby chair, hands reaching up to rub away the frown between his brows.
It had been a long day… again. The cold shower had done little to relieve the tension in his body, only kneading it back into a loosened knot that would tighten as he moved.
Sleepless nights filled with memories of what had happened followed by long stretched days of standing in the hall where Sakura worked on Hinata's unconscious body. It had been days already and the girl had not woken, much like the first time she had fought Itachi.
His thoughts continued to run in circles, spinning silently through the nightmares that seemed to follow his every thought. Nightmares of slashing through the body of someone screaming out a 'gomen'.
Sighing heavily he leaned his head back on the chair's back, closing his eyes in an attempt to concentrate on something other than the constant ache in his chest. He couldn't even give the feeling much of a name aside from discomfort…
He knew however that it intensified when he thought of Hinata's tired, bloodied form, and the scream that had ripped through her throat as she retched her hand free of his brother's body.
He had never seen so much blood, nor been more silent and utterly stunned. In all his nightmares it had never ended like that…
It was always his hands that were tainted with his brother's blood, his life forfeit to the one he had first intended to destroy. Yet things had gone differently and it was Hinata who had turned to vomit out the shock, her hands coated in a layer of flesh and blood and fluid, Uchiha blood to stain her hands forever.
His hands had been clean… tainted only by the feel of the steel of his katana.
He wished he could take the shock and disgust in Hinata's face and carry it himself… there were too many things in her eyes the moment he looked at her, taking her face in his hands in a desperate attempt to feel her skin.
She had not seen him, really, he knew that… the glaze covering her lavender gaze had told him she could barely comprehend breathing, let alone that it was he who held her.
Sakura had assured him throughout the time they spent at the sand that she would recover, that Hyuuga heiress was no more in danger of dying than Hanabi who had been broken several bones as part of the price paid for her sister.
The throw across the walls had rendered her senseless and stitches had had to be sown against her skull. Her long hair, which even Tenten adored had had to be cut short, like a boy's.
She reminded him of Hinata at that age, small and mouse like.
A knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts and he looked up, staring at the door with a frown, hesitating to open his mouth and say anything.
Aside from Naruto he had had no visitors. The others had given him the room he needed to brood in silence without their eyes to curiously enquire after his silence.
The blonde himself had only come to pass over his food and to tell him how everyone else was doing. No one aside from Hanabi and Hinata had endured serious damage however. It seemed that Deidara and Sasori themselves were skeptical about the plan and did not fight to their full potential.
Shikamaru's agreement to that statement had been the verdict.
They had escaped… because they had let them escape, and despite the humbling reality of it no one felt bad.
Hinata had been rescued, and no one had died. Naruto's words had summed up the feeling for most of the team. "I don't care if we got out butts kicked, we won."
All but Sasuke agreed, his anxiety making his fingers tighten inside his pockets at all times. Frowning at the thought he walked towards the door, letting his hand rest on the door knob, staring into the deep brown of the wood.
They didn't know if Hinata had been rescued in time… her mind… could be ruined.
Without letting himself think another thought in that direction he opened the door and froze, staring in surprise at none other than Hanabi Hyuuga herself.
The short hair cut did not suit her very well, it was shorter at the back, forcing the small mane to flare in an odd manner, framing her eyes and making the ever present bland white pupils look ever more severe.
Little did he know she liked the effect.
Her arm was hanging from a sling, and bandages could be seen wrapped around her shoulders. She had broken her collar bone and shattered her forearm and shoulder along with it, almost all of the force of her being thrown through the wall had been exerted on that particular part of her body.
Aside from being a little pale however, she looked healthy enough, looking up at him expectantly.
"Uchiha-san." She blinked, cocking her head. He had asked for her presence, rendering even Naruto a bit silent by the request.
After all Sasuke had not spoken to anyone by choice for some time.
"Come in." Sasuke grunted, stepping aside and letting her, swallowing the knot of nervousness that accompanied doing something he had not bothered to do for anyone in some time.
Hanabi blinked and then slipped in slowly, glancing down the hall to see Neji sitting up against the wall at the very end, arms crossed, frowning slightly, but not moving to intervene.
Sighing Hanabi closed the door behind herself, turning around to find Sasuke collapsed on a chair by the window, leaning his head back, eyes closed.
Nervously she shifted, glancing left and right in the room, examining it with curious Hyuuga eyes.
The room was no bigger than had been given to anyone else, with a double bed being the center of the room, and a small sitting area to the right, by the corner made of glass and windows to look out into the village and desert sunset.
It looked as if he hadn't really been living in it for the past few days, everything was disturbingly orderly.
Notes were written in his neat hand on the table, with the ink well sitting clean and dry beside it, the brush lying in the sun to dry
The bed was nearly made, looking untouched, the clear white sheets crisp even to the touch as she sat down on the edge, swallowing a knot in her throat.
"…S-sasuke-san-" she began and stopped as he sat up, fixing her with a very serious very impassive stare that silenced her.
"I'd like to apologize." He finally stated, the ache in his chest letting up a bit as his words escaped.
"A-apologize-" Hanabi blinked, startled to find the words she did not expect coming from the Avenger.
Neji had been angry about her broken body… cursing under his breath the fact that Sasuke had abandoned her even though he had said he would take care of her.
Hanabi had been confused by the accusation. They had been in battle, such promises were not always something possible. Her cousin should have known.
However, it became clear to her when Tenten, soothing her worried frown came to her and explained, that should Hanabi have died… most likely, Hinata would never forgive herself.
"Demo-" she began, and stopped again as he raised a hand to stop her, closing his eyes as if asking for patience.
Feeling like the child she was Hanabi bit her lip, to keep it from wobbling tearfully in her frustration.
"I made a promise… I broke it. Gomen."
It was no use, he wouldn't let up, she knew this. Hanabi drew a deep breath, sulking slightly. She wasn't Hinata… she could not change his mind.
"Hai. It's okay."
"No, but I suppose you mean well by saying that." Sasuke retorted smoothly, standing up and heading towards the ink well and brush sitting on the table.
Hanabi tried to restrain a full out brooding wave of irritation at his manners. It didn't matter what she said, he wouldn't change. He had been sulking like a child himself since they had arrived.
"Hinata will wake up." Hanabi grunted, irritated by his lack of faith in her sister's strength.
"I don't believe that's part of the current conversation." Sasuke reprimanded softly, attempting to keep calm around the younger girl. He didn't have the strength to play along. Something of the fight had taken away his subtle gall which he had so often used to converse with her. The battle had changed him.
"I don't care!" Hanabi snapped, frowning at his back, and his hands moving to fill the inkwell with water, stirring it to create the black substance against the stone.
"I know Hinata will wake." Sasuke replied, indulging her in her choice of conversation for the sake of getting her to be less agitated. "You don't know what state she will be in when she wakes. That's my reason for silence." He continued, turning to look at her with the pen in his skillful hand.
The setting sun sent a thousand different shades of red bouncing in the room through the window, making Hanabi sigh slightly in frustration, looking on at the man her sister loved with confusion.
He was impossible, she couldn't understand the attraction… aside from the very nice contrast between his white shirt and the shock of jet black hair… or the luminous dark eyes, or the ivory of his skin.
Finding herself blushing miserably Hanabi hit her forehead with the palm of her hand, sighing.
Having a crush on an older sister's fiancé was far too cliché for her taste.
"She's going to be fine. We got her out!" she stated instead of mentioning any of her current thoughts, tossing out a glare for good measure.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow slowly, his back to the little vixen as he slid the pen over a piece of paper with a report on their status to be sent back to Konoha, in his hand and signed by blood so Tsunade knew he wasn't running from his imprisonment at the village.
"You are far too young." Was his only answer, slightly exasperated with her innocence. It was one thing to be nice and half polite to the sister of the one he dearly needed. It was another to endure torture by the same sister.
"Hmph!" Hanabi retorted smartly, earning another long look from those penetrating onyx eyes.
"Are we done here?" she grumbled, wishing she could cross her arms and sulk like she would have anywhere else, if her arm was not totally destroyed.
"I believe so."
"Did we actually solve anything?"
Sasuke smirked down at his note, biting idly into his thumb to press the bleeding smudge against the paper.
"Hn." Was his only reply, reverting back to his old ways. It was funny, the only other people that could make him smile aside from Hinata was the blonde with the attitude, the med nin with the attitude and the little sister with the attitude.
Hinata was just the cool calmness to make the mix tolerable.
"Impossible." Hanabi grumbled, turning around and heading out the door, flinging it open to find Neji waiting down the hall still, arms crossed and a patient pensive expression on his face.
"…you know…" Hanabi mumbled suddenly, turning to look back at him.
Sasuke, startled by the change in her tone turned back, looking at her through the light of the setting sun.
"…Hinata has never quite devoted herself to anyone as fully as she has to you. She's always split herself up into many little bits to try to please us all." Hanabi smiled sadly, lowering her eyes to the floor.
"It's such an impossible task… it's good that she went back to being herself… I guess, having only one person to please is a lot easier than having many." She breathed in softly then, turning to look at him with steel in her eyes.
"And when my sister puts her mind to something, she always succeeds… she will come back. And she will be fine… if only for your sake."
Without letting him say another word to irritate her she slammed the door, cutting him off and missing the look of startled and genuine surprise on Sasuke's face.
After all… perhaps she was right.
She had sobbed… almost screamed with relief. It was as if her entire body had given one giant sigh of utter undisturbed joy and she had nearly fainted into the arms of the pink haired med nin, her tears drenching her friend's clothes.
They were all right… they were both all right…
Sitting in the bath with the steam rising and the water pouring down to rip away the grime that had been on her for over a month should have been a moment of utter release. Sakura had insisted that she stay, that she not run to Sasuke and Hanabi in desperation, that she think hard…
They would have a lot to say.
Sakura's green eyes had stared into her own knowingly. She needed to collect herself, as much as them, assess where she was.
She had no idea where she was.
All the water did was reveal the severe damage to her body. Purplish bruises still that spread all along her back between her shoulder blades to curl around her neck where a necklace of Itachi's grip was left.
Scratches covered her all over, the scabs sometimes infected with the grit that the healers had attempted to scrub off. But they could only do so much with a still and unresponsive body.
"…I am broken." Hinata admitted to herself softly, feeling vaguely like perhaps she had the right to cry.
The bruises that lined her mouth were the ones she flinched at the most in the mirror. Itachi and Orochimaru's kiss still tainted the taste of her mouth, like blood and vile odors that still clung to her skin.
Scrubbing at her flesh with the soap stone had done little to rid of the sense of their touch… or their smell.
It was all over her, she was claimed, even if they had not taken her greatest treasure from her, they had still claimed her like animals, their scent infused with her hair and her hands, and her lips.
She didn't know what to do with it, so silently she shunned it, turning her mind away from it, focusing on the prospect of seeing Sasuke…
Of touching him, feeling him….
…I need him to cleanse me.
She did not mind his smell, or his touch, or his taste.
I need him.
The sun was setting when she stepped out into her room. Clothes were laid out on the bed, Sakura had left them behind. She had promised to say nothing to the others until Hinata felt she was ready to receive them.
"I'll even keep it from Naruto, promise." Sakura had nodded, knowing that the blonde was the most likely to spill the beans.
Hinata had only smiled weakly in return. The expression had felt so strange on her face that she had frowned on reflex afterwards, rubbing at her sore muscles with unsteady hands.
I need him.
Peering through the walls of her room had been no trouble, aside from a slight headache induced from the use of her Byakugan.
The memory of her last encounter with her bloodline had made the beat of her heart quicken slightly in response, but that too had been pushed slightly aside.
The halls were surprisingly quiet, not a soul anywhere. Pushing past that had not been at all her intention, she had no interest in spying on her friends.
She just needed to get out…
Leaving a note on the bed for Sakura to find in the morning she had slipped out, down the hallway.
She has asked where Sasuke was… and how he was, and bluntly she had been answered.
It didn't take long to reach the door, to stare at it in silence, her lavender eyes filling with tears as she peered through the wood at him with her Byakugan.
The sun was filling the room in a brilliant shade of red and orange, filtering through the thick locks of his hair as he stared down at book in his hands, looking like he had every intention of reading it…
But his eyes had that distant look she had noticed before, a long time ago…He wasn't paying attention.
Swallowing softly she closed her eyes, taking the doorknob in her hands, turning it expertly to see if it was locked.
The door cracked open. Breathing in softly, she pushed through, shivering in her skin, dangerously aware of the stench of Itachi and Orochimaru on her flesh.
Praying he would not notice she kept going.
Warning: Lemon Ahead. Skip to the VERY last paragraph if you wish to avoid.
The door opened without there being any knock. He stared up at it, holding his book in his hands ready to drop the thing and reach for his kunai if he needed to. No one entered a shinobi's room without a fair warning.
However Hinata's pale eyes caught his attention. The long cascade of black hair he knew so well followed her small form as she pressed her back against he door, closing it softly.
For what seemed like eternity neither of them moved, the stillness and utter reality of their situation was over whelming.
Addiction to another person is something you only truly realize when you've been deprived of the long needed presence.
Slowly the once cold Avenger lowered his book to the table, studying her changed features with care. With the bath and a change of clothes as well as Sakura's careful healing she could now see the changes in her face and eyes. There was wariness there to replace the wide eyed innocence of before, and a familiar tightness to her lips that he had seen in the mirror many times before.
Abruptly she stepped up to him, burying her face in his shirt, her fingers grasping the soft hair of the nape of his neck, soft tears staining his shirt as she cried, as always in silence.
"Sasuke…"
Her voice saying his name was sweeter than anything he had heard in weeks. Body trembling feverishly he tightened his hold on the thing most precious to him, kissing her neck gently, fingers erasing bruises left along despite Sakura's healing.
The Hyuuga heiress gasped softly in surprise, looking up at him intently. "Your hands…" She whispered, looking down as his fingers slid across her arm, a bracelet of dark purple spots vanishing as green chakra glowed gently.
"I learned some things for you… while you were away…" he whispered as her eyes returned to him. "I knew you would… be hurt. I wanted to help heal you myself."
"Hinata's gaze over flowed slowly, a torrent of tears sliding down her cheeks. She sniffed softly, reaching up to touch his cheek.
Heal me… please… cleanse me…
"Sasuke…" she whispered, searching his face. "I need you to do something for me."
His silence was her answer, surprisingly patient eyes focused on her face. She had never asked for anything… for her he would cross hell itself…
"I need… I need you to…" she began, struggling the words leaving her mouth hesitantly as the desire for his voice intensified.
"Claim me..." she whispered unsure of how he would react, if he would understand.
Slowly she looked up to meet his dark eyes, startled by the patience and veiled fury there. Only because she knew him well could she see it.
"…did they…?" he began, swallowing so hard it hurt. The unfinished sentence brought tears to her eyes. Slowly she looked down, making his heart ache so sharply he thought he would collapse.
"…not… well… they… she began, closing her eyes sharply as images and sensations intensified in her mind's eye.
Tongues sliding across her flesh, fingers pushing against delicate painful skin, lips roughly and venomously gentle taking her mouth, exploring her as if she owned it all…
The mental screams of "NO!" in her mind forced her to open her eyes, lips trembling, shaking her head as his hands took her face gently, forcing her to look up at him. He searched her tear filled eyes, swallowing the angry knot in his throat.
"They hurt you."
"Sasuke, please…" she whimpered, body pressing into him, she hadn't realized her breathing was so heavy or her skin so feverish, reacting to his hands sliding to her hips.
He looked unsure, caught at a cross road, his body aching to take her as much as his heart did, but if he hurt her … he wouldn't be able to live with himself.
"Hinata…" he began slowly, startled as she pushed herself up to her toes, lips grazing the delicate flesh under his jaw, tears sliding from her cheek to his.
Her voice shook as her arms wrapped around his neck.
"Please… heal me… take me… wash them away… I can still feel them, I can still smell them on me… Orochimaru… I-Itachi…" her voice broke, sobbing softly her arms tightened around him.
"Please… please…"
Shivering hands slid up her back, pressing into the thin cloth of the shirt she had been given. Whimpering still she slid her lips along his neck, listening to the breathing, the masculine smell of pine, ash, roses and soap that clung to him at all times startling her senses, sending shivers of awed thirsty delight down her back.
Love me… please…love me…
"I don't want to hurt you…" his voice drew her out of her daze, the ragged sound of his breathless gasp, the feel of his body overpowering her common sense.
"You won't." there was steady reassurance there, in her voice. Licking her sore bruised lips she pulled back, aching for his kiss.
Erase Itachi from me, erase him…
Dark Uchiha eyes stared into her, so different from the murderer's own gaze. He was full of wild emotion, clearly visible as she looked back at him, desperate.
Reigning himself in as hard as he could he reached out, softly worn fingers tracing the addicting skin of her lips.
The heiress felt her eyes closing, the warmth of chakra pouring out of him, healing the bruises and scrapes on her face making her let out a sigh.
His breath on her lips was the next thing she felt, startling her eyes open, falling into his gaze again.
"I loved you first… there's nothing to reclaim but what is already mine…"
Hungrily they kissed, both of them shocked by the animalistic force behind their actions. Panting heavily already Hinata whispered sweet nothings, feeling his hands working to loosen the buttons of her shirt, walking her backwards until her feet hit the edge of his bed.
There was a part of her that could not believe it, stunned into silence, watching from a distance. He slowly pulled the cloth from her shoulders, staring at her the way a dehydrated man in a desert stared at water.
Inch by inch the black shirt slid down from her shoulders, his lips kissing each uncovered bit, eyes focused on her wide eyed gaze, the innocence was tingeing the corners of her eyes again. Her cheeks flushed a deep red whether from shyness or the lingering heat of their bodies he did not know.
The curves of her body uncovered for him to claim, with only a black chest band wrapped around her as his obstacle, his breathless gasp against her skin making her arms wrap around him. Eyes closed, shivering with each touch she pushed against his fingers gently. The rough skin of his worn hands against the smoothness of her neck and bare back making her whimper softly with pleasure.
The whimper was the most satisfying sound he had ever heard, making his head swim with dizzy thoughts about her hair, her lips, her skin, her eyes…
Kissing her again he sat her down, startled suddenly as her arms wrapped around his neck, dragging him down with her, kisses delivered to the most sensitive places along his neck. The soft caresses rained down on his hot aching flesh, her fingers moving steadily to pull his shirt over his head. Skin to skin the burning torch forcing a sound so wanton from her mouth that the hair on the back of his neck rose on end, lips catching hers quickly, wanting to hear that desperate hungry cry again.
He had thought that he knew her… that there was little hidden in those innocent pearl eyes. That all he needed to do was to master her. He had thought wrong.
Energetic power flowed under her skin, the powerful muscles of her body challenging him to keep up as they fought for dominance, evenly matched in their quest to inflict more pleasure on one another. His fingers were burning with chakra, healing each bruise revealed to him as articles of clothing began to fall to the floor like the Sakura blossoms off summer trees.
Sweat slid between their pressed bodies, tears of relief mixing into slowly healing wounds that dotted their pale skin.
She could smell him, his sweet essence starting to wipe away the stench of Akatsuki's fingers and tongues on her flesh.
His voice was drowning out their laughter in her head, his lips, his tongue, washing away their lingering taste in her mouth.
"Sasuke… Sasuke, Sasuke…' she whispered, a burning feeling starting below her stomach, the eternal flush of her cheeks did not compare to the fire there.
Arms wrapped tightly around one another he pulled her up, letting out a stunned gasp as she wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in.
"…please…" her breathless voice let out a whisper.
"I love you… I do… I love you..." his voice was fragile, a sound she had never heard, making a painful feeling bloom in her chest, she couldn't seem to find a way to express it, that ache.
Gasping softly she looked up him, reaching up with shaking fingers to wipe away what she thought for a moment to be tears, but knew otherwise. It was sweat, the heat of their bodies making her long ebony locks curl slightly.
"…thank you…" she whispered, kissing his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his lips. "Thank you for loving me back as much as I love you…"
It was not often that words find a way to become actions, actions and movement and touch so painfully passionate that the line between the two opposites pleasure and pain blurs.
But at least one of the few words that can change and become a movement, a touch, a scream of pleasure and a gasp for the sweet scent of another…
Is love.
One more chapter I believe.
Long one too
And then a prologue, and then we're done.
I didn't read over the lemon…cuz it was scary to write and even more frightening to read, lol. Don't tease! I've never written one before, and it's hard and makes one flush and flustered.
-inky
