Chapter 25

"You know what this means, don't you?" said Sakura, breaking the stillness that had fallen around the two of them.

"What?" asked Kisame.

Sakura slid off of his lap and walked towards the bed. "There's… things we can do now. Now that Naruto won't be murdered. Now that I'm not your hostage. Now that you're just a guy I happen to be with, in this cabin in the middle of nowhere."

"Just a guy…?" repeated Kisame. "…Things?"

"Things," said Sakura with a seductive smile over her shoulder, which her KONOHA TOURISM shirt was conveniently slipping off of. "Things I didn't want to do, because I thought you were going to kill Naruto, which wracked me with guilt, or kill me, which was kind of off-putting, you know…"

Sakura perched herself on the edge of the bed, facing Kisame, and crossed her bare legs prettily.

To Sakura's vast entertainment, Kisame was staring at her with his mouth partially open, apparently beginning to understand what she was getting at.

Sakura smirked as she saw his gaze travel down her legs to her ankles and back up again. "Things that I've been thinking of doing, and that I know you've been thinking of doing for… a long time."

Kisame swallowed visibly.

"Well?" she said, tilting her head at him. "You coming to bed?"

Kisame got up slowly, as though he was scared of frightening her off, and he sat next to her with equal slowness.

"Hi," said Sakura.

"Hey," said Kisame. He looked a combination of worried, and eager, and unsure, that was ridiculously endearing to Sakura.

Sakura placed her fingertips on either side of his jaw and pulled him towards her. They breathed each other for a long moment. Kisame searched her eyes, hesitant still.

"Are you going to kiss me, or what?" asked Sakura.

"I, uh…"

"Are you kidding me?" laughed Sakura. "You've been an absolute horndog for months and now, suddenly? You have a conscience?"

She pushed him onto his back and straddled him in one fierce motion.

"It's just – I'm – is this actually happening right now?" said Kisame. "This isn't one of those dreams again, is it?"

Sakura raised an eyebrow. "You have dreams like this?"

"Well… normally you're wearing less."

"No, this isn't one of those dreams," said Sakura, laughing again. "I promise."

His awestruck passivity – so unlike his usual behaviour – combined with the way he was looking at her, eyes wondering, mouth slightly open, like she was some kind of angel descended from the heavens, made her daring.

Sakura dug her fingers into his hair. Kisame was taut below her, as though he were terrified that she would bolt if he moved a muscle. She pulled his face to hers and pressed her mouth to his in a long, lingering kiss. She broke the kiss and replaced it immediately with small ones flitting like butterflies down his neck, his chest. Then back to his mouth she went, feeling flushed with her own intrepidity, fingers pressing the hinge of his jaw to get him to unclench, so she could explore his mouth at her leisure.

He kissed her back, then, quite gently at first, by his standards, but then Sakura shifted herself, and grinded against him, and he swore, and through the thin material of her panties, she could feel him, completely erect in a matter of moments.

"God damn," said Kisame into her mouth when she rubbed herself along his length. She felt him shaking slightly below her, fists clenched into sheets from the effort of not holding her and doing – doing the things he wanted to do. There was something stupidly arousing in this, something about the way he was devouring her with his gaze but not daring to touch, because he still thought this was all some kind of delusion...

"Shh," said Sakura. "You can hold me."

She grabbed his wrists gently and guided his hands to her waist. His fingers clenched compulsively against her.

"Am I–" said Kisame breathlessly into her mouth.

"Stop talking, Kisame," said Sakura. She ensured that there would be no further comments for long moments with a slow, deliberate series of open-mouthed kisses. His hands gripped her and one moved to her ass, which he used to press her into him harder.

She was the one shaking slightly now, trembling out of nerves and fear and excitement. He groaned some other half-coherent swear word into her mouth and used his hands to guide her hips to rock back and forth over his erection.

Oh, but she was getting all hot and bothered now. Sakura felt almost feverish and shrugged off her shirt, to Kisame's immediate approval. His hands roved across her breasts, thumbs brushed her nipples, and then he did what he had apparently been wanting to do for a long time, which was stuff his face into Sakura's boobs.

"Look at those things," said Kisame when Sakura pulled back with a shriek and a giggle. "They're freaking perfect."

"Wonderful. Can I ask why you're still wearing clothes?–"

Before she could complete the sentence, Kisame had fairly ripped off his shirt and his sweatpants and resumed his position below her.

"Wow," said Sakura, when she saw what exactly she was dealing with, up close, for the first time.

"Wow good, or wow bad?" asked Kisame.

"I'm supposed to fit this in where?" asked Sakura, passing a teasing finger up his shaft, and then around the head, slowly.

"What can I say, I'm… proportionate," said Kisame.

Sakura smirked her agreement, then, because she liked seeing him clench his jaw and try not to gasp, she ran her hands up and down, and up and down…

"If you keep this up," said Kisame, "you don't have to worry about fitting it anywhere."

"Well then," said Sakura, slipping out of her panties.

She leaned forward and kissed him hard as she shifted herself on top of him properly.

Kisame groaned into her mouth. "Kunoichi. You smell like… like… fuck, I want you–"

He was breathless below her, and his fingers were most definitely leaving bruises on her hips.

"Hm," said Sakura with a wicked smile as she adjusted herself, as slowly as possible, on the very tip of his cock. "No claspers after all…"

She edged herself down and Kisame inhaled something that sounded like "sweetfuckinggod."

He let her ride him for a dozen strokes, during which he stared at her like she was some kind of deity, and then she leaned over and kissed him, and he seemed to come to again. He hoisted up one of her legs and flipped her over in one smooth motion, so that she was on her tummy and he was kneeling on top of her, and then, when she wriggled a little, he pulled her back towards him and slid himself back into her, and bit into the side of her neck, and told her, no, she was his now, and she wasn't getting away.

And then it was Sakura's turn to groan, because he was kind of biting her hard, and he felt damn good inside her, in a kind of painful stretching way, and this had just gone from playful to forceful and it felt good.

His hands bruised her, his mouth drew blood, his thrusts grew rougher – and then he bit down and she felt him finish hard inside her in long, shuddering twitches.

He did not move for a long moment, and then he rolled off to the side, pulling Sakura down with him and burying his face in her neck, breathing deeply, as though to memorize the smell and feel of her in this moment forever.

They lay there until Sakura felt a thin trickle of blood wander down her shoulder. Kisame noticed it too, and he suggested that they shower together, you know, to get the blood and other sticky stuff off.

They stumbled to the bathroom, entwined together like two happy drunkards, and Kisame summoned up some gorgeous hot water and showed Sakura that he could do very interesting things with those jets of steamy water in certain areas, and she was quite delighted by those methods. And then, of course, he had another boner, because that was a sight that he might have fantasized about a thousand times but never expected to witness in reality, and he bent her over in the shower for round two.

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