Chapter Title: Trinket
Word Count: 1,483
Author's Note: Yay! It's Friday! Hoping your all having an awesome day! The word for the day is trinket and I hope you enjoy! I kinda turned the smex factor up for this one. Haha. Thanks for reading!
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xxviii. trinket.
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He had pretty much attacked her the moment she'd walked into the darkened, moldy-smelling room, not even bothering to wait for her to fully close the door behind her. Slowly, his fingers groped her body in what she would usually find in a most pleasurable manor while his hungry mouth was already on hers, staking it's claim.
Immediately, her response to his forwardness was to quickly pull back before she began to shake her head violently. "No," she told him with a shaky voice, and using her two hands, she laid them flat against his chest so that he could give him a rather hard push. The force of her shove sent him back slightly, making him put some distance between their two bodies. "I didn't come here today to that with you," she said, trying to make her tone sound as sure as possible under the circumstances though she gazed pointedly down at her feet since she didn't have the courage it required to meet his sharp, golden-brown stare that was always able to turn her so effortlessly into nothing better than a nervous, stuttering mess.
He blinked at her unusual behavior before allowing a glare to overcome his expression as well a frown that was obviously full of complete displeasure and irritation.
"I…I can't do this anymore," she whispered out the statement quietly almost like she was exhausted and her shoulders even sagged a bit. "This relationship…it can't even be called that. This thing we have is disgusting. I hate it." Hesitantly, her eyes finally traveled up to meet his own orbs and focused in on his whole form. "I'm done with this."
With the last sentence spoken, she turned away from him to walk hurriedly back towards the entrance that she'd just come through less than two minutes ago, trying her best to hide the fear filled shakes that were traveling through her body. Reaching out, her hand tightly gripped the knob to open the door, but before she could do that, a hand that was not her own slammed down on the wood, keeping it shut tight.
"And do you think I mean to let you go so easily?" she felt him breath the question in an almost menacingly way into her ear while his warm body pressed against the back of her own form. "I am not yet satisfied with this meeting" he told her.
The closeness they shared had her squirming in the spot where she stood, and turning around to face him once more, she told him in a calm brave tone, "Leave me alone!"
"Why should I?" he questioned her, slamming his other hand loudly on the other side of her head, causing her to flinch from the sound it made as he entrapped her entirely. "Just because you want to end this doesn't mean you can."
"L-Leave me alone," she repeated though her voice didn't hold the same boldness that it had before, and with a bemused look on his features, he watched as she hastily moved both of her hands behind her back, pressing them hard against the wood of the door to try to somehow hide them, but he hadn't missed the flash of silver that had shined during the whole time she had carried out the action.
Instantly, his hands moved down to her sides, allowing his fingers to reach for both of her arms and using some strength, he tried to compel her into revealing her two hands to him once more.
"Stop!" she ordered, her whole form struggling against him violently. "Stop it now!"
Of course he didn't listen to her and in then end, he easily was able to overpower her silly attempts, forcing her to display her left hand to him and it was there that he could see the small trinket that rested on her ring finger.
For a second, he just stared at it, and his brow creased as he did. Then easily, he slipped the engagement ring off of her finger before she could think to stop him, and holding it up to his eye level, he inspected it closely under the small amount light that shined from a dusty, old lamp in the corner. It wasn't anything that could actually be called special. Just an average thing with a simple band and a small cut diamond.
"Give it back!" she ordered, interrupting his examination as she held her hand out expectantly, but he didn't bother to listen to her silly command and instead, just met her currently furious gaze.
Since that Uchiha bastard who she was secretly still so foolishly infatuated with hadn't come back home yet, it could only have been one other person who had given this to her.
"So does that idiot, blonde teammate of yours fully understand just who his future, beloved bride really is?"
Her mouth dropped open slightly from shock while her emerald eyes widened at the question and he knew he had guessed the right person, but she was quick to get over her surprise. "Give it to me now!" she yelled, reaching for her ring, but he held it high in the air above both of their heads where it was a place out of reach for her.
"You haven't answered my question yet," he chided her with a disapproving look. "Does he know who the true Haruno Sakura is?"
While trying to practically climb up his side to reclaim what was rightfully hers, she shouted, "That's none of your business!"
"Ah, but it is," he insisted, not allowing her to have the ring back and only holding it up higher. "Does he know about these little meetings you've had with me for the last year? That really, you're no better than a traitor to your village? That you aren't as innocent as he probably likes to think?"
"Shut up!" she cried out at him. "I told you it's none of your business! I'm going to marry him and that's that! I'll be happy!"
"Really?" the puppet master asked, one of his brows lifting slightly with curiosity, and in the blink of an eye, he corned her once more, pushing her right back up against the wooden door. "I wonder," he started, his breath hitting her face, "does he know just where you like to be touched?"
As he asked the question, his free hand moved down to her thigh so that his fingers could trail lazily across her flesh to where her the material of her black shorts began. Straightforwardly, he slipped all five digits under the piece of clothing, touching the heated skin that resided there.
"Stop…it." she groaned out, closing her eyes because of the self-loathing that was quickly filling her to the brim.
"Can he make you moan out like you always do with me?" he continued to inquire despite her protests, and leaning in, he ran his lips slowly along her collarbone, the place just above where her red, sleeveless shirt ended.
A small gasp sounded from her.
"Is he able to pleasure you at all?" he whispered out sensually against her neck, and he felt her shudder against him, but suddenly, his hand ceased running up and down her leg before he pulled back just enough to where he could see her eyes which were now full of hunger while small pants full of need escaped out from behind her pink lips.
"Can he make you feel like this?" he asked, an almost smug expression on his features.
She didn't give him an answer.
"I didn't think so," he said, tossing the ring that he found absolutely disgusting away before he leaned in to claim her once more as his.
The trinket hit the ground with a small clanging sound, rolling across the floor until it came to a stop in the shadows, a place where it could no longer be seen by either of them.
