Summary: After being conned into a mission by her former sensei, Sakura finds herself captive to a very hands on interrogator. Will she be able to keep her secrets, or will the pressure be to HANDle?
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters, and make no profit from this fic. I do however reserve the right to make characters do naughty-naughty things to each other. Dattebayo!
"Is this a new kind of interrogation? I want to question her next!" A voice from the door interrupted.
Deidara's attention shifted from the writhing mass of ninja in his arms to the doorway. Dressed in an Akastuki cloak and carting around a big sword wrapped in cloth. The blue shark-like man was wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at the scene in front of him. Sakura was attempting to straighten her clothing while blush crept up her chest and bloomed on her cheeks. When she tried to distance herself from him, Deidara had other plans. He drew her closer putting his cheek right against hers.
"She's my prisoner, Yeah, get your own." He replied possessively, Kisame just looked amused.
With an amused tone the ninja spoke, " Zetsu needs her in the library to help with the scroll. You might want to talk with your idiot partner." Kisame informed then. He directed his gaze to Sakura's chest which did little to cover her in its soaked state. "Also, you might want to get her new cloths, her nipples might distract other, less experienced, shinobi." He tipped his head and left.
Speechless at the exchange, the leaf-nins's mouth gaped open. Neither of them moved for what seemed like forever till Deidara shifted. His arm brushed against her chest making her shiver. When Sakura looked down at her dripping shirt, his eyes followed; both saw the protruding nubs. She gasped at the evidence of what they were doing and stood up quickly. Deidara didn't bother to stop her, but raised an eyebrow when she found the big black towel across the room. She wrapped it around her soaked body, cloths and all, and turned towards the adjoining room. Before she could make it through the door, he had grabbed her arm.
"Let go!" She yelled, furious at him for stopping her escape, a blush of shame evident on her face.
"There's only one towel, yeah." He gave as a half explanation, half apology. Bundling himself up, he dragged her into the bedroom before casually drying his body. While bending over to reach his lower legs and feet, he glanced back at the kunoichi, and found her staring. He smirked but otherwise continued his task till there wasn't a drop of water left. When Deidara's gaze came back to the pink-haired nin who was looking wistfully at the bed, the red on her cheeks brightened before she quickly looked away.
"You know Sakura-chan, if you keep thinking whatever is in that mind of yours, that blush will become permanent, yeah." He voice barley above a whisper.