"Tell me something I don't know about you," Sasori said quietly, watching Akemi with lidded eyes. The white haired woman smiled, humming to herself. Her fingers were idly trailing along his hand and arm as they lay together; posing as a couple was nothing new to the pair, but only recently had she managed to get him to lay with her, even for a little while.

"Why should I?" she asks coyly, blue meeting hazel.

The redhead rolled his eyes, capturing her hand in his and twining their fingers together. "You know basically everything about me," he answers finally. "You've certainly badgered all that information out. But I don't know much about you. So tell me." He brings her hand to his lips, kissing pale skin as he looks up at her. "Please?"

Akemi stares at him for a few moments longer before nodding, laying back, letting her eyes close. She humms in thought, free hand running through her hair. "Where do you want me to start?" she asks, looking at him again.

"The beginning. All good stories start at the beginning."

The younger pursed her lips slightly, thinking back. "Okay. Well..." She fiddles with one lip piercing as she thinks, only releasing it to speak again. "My mother was a ninja, but my father was not. He was a librarian, of all things," she says with a quiet laugh. "They met while she was on mission. She convinced him to come with her to Amegakure, they got married, had me, all that sappy stuff." She's quiet for a while. "They died when I was ten," she says, rather coolly. "Someone wanted our specialty. Figured if they couldn't get Mom, they could get me. Dad managed to get rid of them but died in the process."

There's another moment of silence before she shrugs. "It's not that uncommon, really. Especially not in Ame. I didn't have anyone to look after me, but I had enough money that I could continue in school. So I did and got my team. God, I miss them," she says with a wry smile. "Tatski Sorano and Fujioka Akihiko. Some of my best friends... They died too."

Akemi gives a little sigh, turning her head to smile at him. "After all. What sort of good ninja would I be without a tragic backstory?" she says playfully. Sasori doesn't speak, simply squeezes her hand.

"Nii-sama took me in then," she continues. "I don't really know why. But I'm forever indebted to him for it. That's why I'm here, really." She rolls onto her side, facing him. "That's about everything, I guess," she says easily. "Nothing really interesting."

"Everything about you is interesting," he corrects softly. She rolls her eyes, shouldering him playfully.

"Sappy ass."

"Don't pretend you don't love it."

"Never said I didn't." Akemi smiles and leans over to seal her lips gently over his.