by: AndreahTreole
Drabble Twenty-One: Predator (375)
Couple: OroTsun
Warning: I've never ever even thought of doing this pair so I'm sorry. Ironically, I think it's kind of cute… By the way, I don't really know much about the Sennin, so I'm letting my imagination run this one…
As requested by: Mistress of Calamity
She had loved the feel of his hair through her fingers as she laid in the lea, flowers and herbs surrounding them. Now, she was waiting for the rest of the squad to arrive, this included Jiraiya and their sensei.
She had found him there, at the usual spot, a single slice apparent on his cheek. She never got the story from him when she asked, her eyes watching the blood trail down his abnormally pale skin. She grinned at him, pulling her bandages from the pouch on her waist, and slapped the square bandage to the cut, after spraying it with antiseptic. She secretly relished the wince, but not in a masochistic way. More like the fact she got him to drop that emotionless mask for just a moment.
Shoving the medicine back in the bag, she glanced around, searching for her other teammates. It was amusing and ironic that they always found themselves together, though he had not emotions of romance towards her. She classified it as a marked favor by the gods.
But that doesn't explain how she got to lay in the meadow, her hands in his hair. But that is simple. As she stood to get a better look, she tripped on a rock. Her hands had flown out in front of her in a normal human reaction, preparing for the fall. But, another cushioned her descent. So as Tsunade and Orochimaru tumbled down the tall hill they were on, she clung to him, her air not being able to escape.
As they reached the bottom, the pent up scream released itself as laughter, her eyes twinkling in mirth. And when she calmed herself it was then she noticed the odd position they were in, and the fact her hands were still entangled in the boy's midnight threads. What she also noticed was that his hands were in her hair, his eyes predatory.
And the kiss that followed was hot and wet. Their fingers clawing at the scalps of the other.
In an instant they broke apart. They separated them selves with some difficulty, and Tsunade's cheeks were rosy in color.
"That never happened." Her teammate hissed, his tongue darting out to wipe his lips.
She only nodded in agreement.