A/N: Goddess . . . . I think that this . . . is the last chapter . . . I mean, I've never finished a story before; it's a strange feeling. I've learned a lot writing this, and I've heard so much from lots of wonderful people. Just a quick moment to thank the one who inspired me to write this story. Their KisamexOC stories are wonderful. (bows to author of said stories) Arigato gosaimasu. This has been a real experience for me, and I thank all of you for reading. (bows to readers) Thank you. And, finally, here is the lemon I promised you. /
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Tsume walked out of Leader-sama's office in a daze. Kisame was waiting outside for her, and he hurried over once he saw her. He kissed her quickly, brushing hair from her face as she drew back. Tsume looked up at Kisame with an unreadable expression of mixed emotions. She swallowed several times before lifting up her left hand. There, on her little finger, beside her engagement ring, was the ring that had once belonged to Orochimaru. The character inlayed upon it caught the light, and Kisame realized that it was no longer the character for 'void', but rather the character for memory, koiku. Kisame realized that not only had Tsume become a member of the Akatsuki, but that Leader-sama had also seen fit to give her a new ring. He couldn't quite understand why the leader would do such a thing, but then, it didn't really matter. Kisame could be with Tsume forever now.
A bright smile suddenly lit Tsume's face, and she leaped forward to catch Kisame in hug, her arms around his neck. Kisame caught her easily, smiling in return as he closed his eyes and nuzzled Tsume's neck. They simply stood there in happy silence for a moment, basking in each other's presence. When they finally parted, Kisame took Tsume's left hand in both his own. He brought it up and gently pressed his lips to the jade stone of the engagement ring, always keeping his eyes locked with Tsume's. "Tsume, like it or not, in our line of work, life is short," he murmured, pulling Tsume close and resting his brow against hers. "If you aren't opposed to a very short engagement—"
Tsume cut Kisame off with a gentle kiss, giving her answer without a word.
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The ceremony was held in a Shinto shrine, hidden deep in a forest of bamboo at the base of a small mountain. Tsume was happy that Tobi and Deidara came, and Itachi came as well. His official explanation was that the people preforming the ceremony had to be hypnotized into forgetting everything, but Deidara, Kisame, and Tobi all thought otherwise.
Tsume smiled kindly at the miko priestesses who dressed her in the white wedding kimono and all the other garments and adornments. They were beautiful, kind young women, and Tsume thought it a shame that they would never remember anything. They didn't show any sign of alarm or fear when they saw Kisame, and gave only respect to the odd group of people that appeared on their doorstep. Since there was no immediate family on either the bride or the groom's side, it was a bit of an unconventional ceremony, but there would be no problems. Deidara, Itachi, and Tobi would serve as witnesses of sorts. Kisame had been taken off by several young priests, just as Tsume had been taken off by three of the young mikos. Tsume blushed when she was compliment by the mikos, feeling self conscious in the beautiful silk garment she was clad in.
Her shoulder-length hair was swept up into a small bun on each side, and woven with the sakura flowers that were blooming on the temple grounds. Elegant butterflies were woven into the kimono with silvery white thread, subtle and beautiful against the snow-white silk fabric. The obi was of beautiful, pastel pink silk, woven with sakura petals of a slightly darker color. The make-up applied to Tsume's face made her already pale skin nearly white, her full lips painted crimson. But despite the white powder, Tsume's blush still shown through as she was led from the secluded the room, and out into the court yard. Sakura petals fell like snow, blown in gentle gusts of wind that caught a stray wisp of Tsume's hair and blew it from her eyes.
Kisame's breath caught in his throat as he turned and saw Tsume walking towards him through the flurry of petals. Kisame was clad in a black kimono and hakama, his forehead protector removed. For the first time, Tsume noticed that the tips of Kisame's ears were slightly pointed, and she smiled. Itachi, Deidara, and Tobi were all there, each clad in formal kimonos and hakamas, though Tobi still had his mask on. The youngest of the mikos led Tsume up to stand beside Kisame before moving up to the altar.
Tsume wove her hand with Kisame's own, smiling up at him with her beautiful, red mouth. She still wore the necklace that Kisame had given her, the dark stone stark against her pale skin. At first, she seemed to be trying to hide her scar, but then, after looking into Kisame's eyes, she held her head high, baring both her scar and the curse mark for all the world to see. The gaze she gave Kisame said everything. She was proud of who she was. She had become a person that she was happy being. She had no reason to hide anymore. She was someone that she wanted to be, someone that she was proud to be.
"Thank you, Kisame," Tsume whispered, so that only he could hear. "I owe you everything, and I love you with all my heart."
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Tsume moved into the room, a shy smile on her freshly washed face. The blossoms were still in her hair, but she had changed into a flowing white robe. It was wrapped around her torso in such a was as to be flattering without being tight. The sash that was cinched around her waist was long, falling around her legs with the fabric of the robe. Her feet were bare and she wore only her underwear and a thin, cotton under-robe beneath the long white garment. She blushed when Kisame looked away from the window, smiling when he saw her. He had changed to a simple pair of black pants and a sleeveless navy robe. His chest was bare, and his equally bare feet made no sound as Kisame padded across the floor to stand before Tsume. He looked down at her, his face beaming with contentment. Tsume lifted a hand and gently touched his cheek, knowing that only one other person had seen the beauty in Kisame's face. In a face that terrified most, Tsume saw the most beautiful person in the world. She saw her husband and the person who would soon be her lover.
Kisame leaned into Tsume's hand, wrapping his own gently around her wrist. He closed his eyes and smiled, his other hand moving to rest gently on Tsume's waist. He couldn't remember ever feeling so happy and content. He opened his eyes and looked down at Tsume; she was so beautiful. Had she led a normal life, she would have had all the boys after her, begging her to go out with them. And yet she was with him. Out of all the people in the world, Tsume chose to be with him forever. He had been called a monster, and used that title to cause fear. But then came this small, beautiful young woman, one who did not fear his face. She loved him, and she accepted him. There was a moment of disbelief when Kisame couldn't believe that someone as lovely and beautiful and as kind as Tsume would fall in love with someone like him. But then Tsume rose up on her toes and kissed him. The innocence and purity of her kiss left Kisame in no doubt as to the reality of the moment.
His arms slid around Tsume, and he pulled her up against his chest, his head tilting to deepen the kiss. Tsume's arms went around his neck, hands pausing a moment to caress the gently pointed tips of his ears. The shadows they cast by the light of the full moon became indistinguishable, the kiss deepening and growing more intense. When Kisame broke the kiss, he moved down to Tsume's neck, lavishing it with attention as one hand rose to her hair. He gently unbound it, the flowers fluttering slowly to the ground, leaving faint trails of their delicate scent. Tsume's breath hitched as Kisame's lips trailed over her skin, hist tongue darting out to taste her smooth, silky skin. He focused in on her pulse point, nipping lightly so as to not break the skin.
Tsume tilted her head to the side, baring the pale, slender column of her neck and giving Kisame better access. Her hands came down from around his neck, moving to run slowly over his chest. Kisame's lips lowered, moving down Tsume's neck until he came to the edge of her robe. He growled slightly in the back of his throat at the block, one hand moving to the wide sash at Tsume's waist. His deft fingers made quick work of the strip of fabric, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. Returning to Tsume's shoulder, Kisame pulled the blocking fabric to the side, exposing more of Tsume's soft, pale skin. Kisame lavished very mark he found with attention and care. He pause to gently lick the scars that he had made; that day seemed so long ago.
Moving back up, Kisame brushed his lips against Tsume's before meeting her eyes. "Tsume," he murmured, speaking her name almost with reverence. His hands lifted to pull the outer robe from Tsume's arms, the heavy fabric falling away from her and pooling on the floor. Kisame's arms snaked around Tsume's waist, drawing her flush against him, keeping his eyes locked with hers. A soft blush tinted Tsume's cheeks. She lowered her eyes, a shy smile curving her lips. Kisame touched Tsume's cheek, making her look up. Kisame slid his mouth over hers, beginning a slow, gentle kiss. As the kiss deepened, Kisame turned and began to steer Tsume towards the futon in the far corner of the room. Tsume moved willingly, understanding Kisame's intent.
The kiss broke when Tsume's foot came up against the futon. Kisame and Tsume simply looked at each other for several moments. Kisame's eyes fell on the gold band that now adorned Tsume's ring finger, along with the engagement ring. Tsume's eyes went to Kisame's own hand, where a twin gold band rested on his own ring finger. Their before Kisame stepped forward and slowly lowered Tsume and himself down onto the futon, moving Tsume gently so that her head rested on the pillows. Kisame paused a moment, hovering over Tsume and supporting himself on his hands and knees. Tsume smiled and lifted her hands to touch the sides of Kisame's face.
The caress was so gentle and soft; Kisame closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh of contentment. "I love you," he breathed, eyes opening again. He lowered himself onto his elbows, pressing his lips to Tsume's and catching her in a deep, slow, and romantic kiss. Tsume's hands snaked around his neck, fingers trailing through his dark, unruly hair. It was surprisingly soft; it felt almost like rough silk to Tsume's sensitive hands. Kisame broke from her lips to trail quick, soft kisses across her cheek and down to her neck. He pulled gently at Tsume's hair, and she tilted her head back, arching her neck and exposing the pale column of her throat. "Beautiful," Kisame breathed against Tsume's neck, lips fluttering on the flesh of her scar. "All of you is beautiful. You're perfect." One hand going around Tsume's waist, Kisame lavished the scar that spanned Tsume's neck with gentle kisses and soft caresses of his tongue.
Tsume's heart beat madly in her chest, her hands tightening in Kisame's hair. She could feel the press of Kisame's warm chest against her body through the thin cotton of her under-robe, and her breath hitched. Kisame continued to lavish Tsume's neck with attention, one hand moving to the thin cord about her waist. Tsume's back arched and a soft whimper escaped her. Kisame brought his lips back up to catch Tsume in a sweet, lingering kiss as his hand tugged at the knot of the cord at Tsume's waist, undoing it with deft fingers. He pulled it out from under Tsume to drop on the floor. Tsume let her own hands lower to wander, fingers dancing over Kisame's chest in a light caress that made Kisame break the kiss to moan into Tsume's cheek.
Drawing himself up until he could look into Tsume's eyes, Kisame pulled lightly at Tsume's robe. Tsume blushed, but gave no sign of hesitation. His touch infinitely gentle, Kisame opened the robe fully, baring her body to him. Tsume wore a plain breast-band and underwear, but the garments did nothing to hide the many scars that were scattered across her pale skin. Some of them Kisame knew, but others had been sustained before he had met Tsume. Some of the scars were darker than the others, but the majority were even paler that Tsume's skin, given an almost silvery sheen in the light of the moon.
Old habit made Tsume blush and shy away, making a weak attempt to pull the robe back over herself. Kisame caught her wrists gently in his hands, holding them at either side of her head as he looked into Tsume's eyes. "You should know by now," he said softly, "that superficial things like scars don't matter. Look." Kisame released Tsume's hands and sat up on his knees. He shed his own robe, and gestured at his own chest. Tsume blinked. She had never realized it, but Kisame's own body was scarred as well. Countless battles had left his body marked by numerous scars, and it was only now that Tsume seemed to realize it. She wondered how she had missed it before. Perhaps it had been because she had never really thought about how Kisame looked, and that his appearance, while frightening to others, had never mattered to her.
Tsume moved out from under Kisame, rising up on her own knees. Letting her robe slide away from her shoulders, Tsume moved forward and wrapped her arms around Kisame, gently kissing his scarred chest. "You're right," she murmured. "Thank you."
Kisame lifted Tsume's face to his and kissed her, cradling her against him as he lowered them back to the futon. Tsume did not flinch as Kisame let his hands wander over her body, fingers brushing tenderly over scars and marks. Slowly, Kisame kissed down Tsume's neck and to her chest. His hands made quick work of her breast-band, and it was quickly tossed aside. Tsume's breath hitched as Kisame's warm breath washed over her right breast, her nipples hardening. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt Kisame kiss the peak of her breast gently, and her hand searched until it found Kisame's own, her fingers weaving with his. Holding her hand reassuringly, Kisame let his tongue emerge to brush lightly over Tsume's nipple and the dusky skin around it. Tsume's gasp turned to a soft, whimpering moan of surprised pleasure, her back arching up to Kisame.
Giving Tsume's hand another gentle squeeze, Kisame let his tongue curl around Tsume's nipple before he covered it with his mouth, addressing the peak with both lips and tongue. Tsume's free hand flew to Kisame's back, clutching at corded muscle as her right leg hooked around one of Kisame's own. Her eyes were shut and her body arching forward, mind filled with the unfamiliar sensations. Tsume had never felt anything like Kisame's gentle touch, her body innocent to such caresses. A soft squeak escaped Tsume's lips as Kisame drew more of her breast into his mouth, sucking on it in long and gentle draws.
Tsume whimpered softly when Kisame drew away, only to gasp again as he moved to lavish the other breast with the same attention. Through the haze, Tsume struggled to think. Should she be doing something? Was she supposed to—? But Kisame's voice broke in on her thoughts. "Just feel," he breathed against her chest, his low, husky voice and hot breath sending hot shivers down Tsume's back. She nodded silently, biting her bottom lip. Kisame released Tsume's hand to cup her right breast, rolling the supple flesh gently in his large, calloused hand. His other hand traced the curve of Tsume's side, making her shiver beneath him. Kisame couldn't repress a shiver of his own. Oh, how long he'd wanted this. It seemed like he'd wanted this for forever. He'd wanted to touch Tsume's pale, soft skin for so long. He'd wanted touch her everywhere, to kiss her everywhere.
Tsume trembled and Kisame trailed his lips over her body, his hands making their own path. She gasped out Kisame's name when he touched sensitive spots, her hands clutching at whatever part of Kisame she could reach. She surrendered herself to Kisame as her body was lavished with soft caresses and tender kisses. Kisame gently kissed down Tsume's body, his eyes lidded and shining with desire.
"Tsume," Kisame murmured. "Look at me." Tsume's eyes fluttered open. She found Kisame crouched between her legs, his hands resting on her hips. He bent his head and took the waistband of Tsume's underwear between his teeth, never let his eyes leave Tsume's face. He tugged at the underwear, earning a blush and an embarrassed smile. Kisame ran his hands up Tsume's sides, giving her a roguish grin as his hands slid back and pulled her underwear down. As Kisame cast the garment away, Tsume squeezed her thighs together, chewing on her bottom lip. When Kisame returned, he laid his head on Tsume's stomach, looking up at her. "Tsume?" he questioned. Tsume closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She relaxed her muscles, and laid back on the pillow, relinquishing all control to Kisame.
Gently, Kisame spread Tsume's thighs, exposing her warmth to him. He lowered his head slightly, breathing in the heady, musky scent of Tsume's slick folds. The smell sent a jolt to Kisame's groin, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. He leaned forward, trailing the tip of his nose along Tsume's inner thigh. Tsume shuddered, squirming in anticipation. A strange ache had begun in her nether regions, and her body twisted towards Kisame with a yearning that Tsume didn't quite understand. Her thoughts were cut short when she felt Kisame gently touch the outer lips of her warmth. Tsume's heart beat even faster, and her breath came in short gasps. Kisame slid his tongue past the outer lips of Tsume's warmth to run over her slick folds with painful lightness. She moaned and whimpered, arching as she tried to bring herself closer to Kisame.
Kisame closed his eyes, running his tongue over Tsume's slick folds and relishing in her taste. His hands had come to rest on Tsume's hips, and he could feel her trembling. Kisame felt a surge of power and arousal, and he bit back his more primal instincts, the swift inner conflict shown only by a slight tightening of his hands. Tsume whimpered at the pause, the yearning in her body only growing stronger. Kisame moved languidly, running up and down Tsume's warmth with agonizing slowness, purring with relish as he tasted every inch of her outer heat. One hand strayed from Tsume's hip to dance over her body, finally settling on the scar between her breasts. His fingers caressed the mark as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world.
Tsume suddenly cried out when Kisame's tongue found her clit, her body shuddering for a moment as her back arched in pleasure and hot sensations flew across her nerves. Both Kisame's hands rose to heft Tsume's breasts, adding to her near sensory overload. He continued to lavish her folds with slow, focused attention, his trained senses ever aware of Tsume's reactions. Beneath the salty sweat that beaded Tsume's body, Kisame could smell anticipation. Tsume's folds were soaked with her arousal, communicating a message that was easy to understand. His lips and tongue still on her clit, Kisame brought down one hand, letting his fingers trail slowly up Tsume's inner thigh before brushing them over her soaked heat, putting the slightest pressure on the entrance to Tsume's warmth.
Tsume's hips bucked, and she gave a small, pleading whimper. Kisame gently pressed his finger forward, pushing it slowly into Tsume's warmth. Tsume winced and bit her lip at the intrusion. She would have tried to pull away, had it not been for the delicious attentions paid by Kisame's mouth. Kisame's free hand roamed and caressed Tsume's upper body, touching all that he could reach and lingering on the spots that excited his lover the most. As he pushed his finger further, Kisame was met by a thin layer of resistance; Tsume's hymen. Gently, Kisame withdrew his finger. He gave one last teasing lick to Tsume's clit before he kissed slowly back up her body to hover over her on his hands and knees.
Tsume blinked several times to clear her head before she met Kisame's eyes. "I didn't think that it would've . . ." She trailed off, blushing at the personal subject. After a breath, she looked back up at Kisame. The yearning pressure was still present, and her body was begging for release. "What should, um . . ." She trailed off again, blushing harder.
Kisame couldn't repress the shudder of pleasure that ran to his groin when the blush darkened Tsume's pale face. He moaned his need as he took Tsume's lips in a fierce kiss, letting his weight fall onto her. Tsume arched under him, her arms going around his back to clutch at hard, sinewy muscle. The yearning was almost a pounding ache in her now, and she moaned into the kiss with every spare breath she had. Kisame put a hand on Tsume's hip, pushing his pelvis down to grind against her. Tsume gasped sharply at the heat and hardness that she felt. Then it was gone, replaced by Kisame's deft fingers mapping out her warmth for a second time. Tsume broke the kiss to bite down hard on Kisame's shoulder; hard enough to break the skin. Kisame growled at the mild pain; a guttural, animalistic sound that made Tsume shudder. But Kisame's fingers remained gentle; teasing and coaxing out wave after wave of hot, liquid pleasure.
Kisame could feel Tsume's breath coming hot and fast on his bloodied shoulder; she was close, teetering on the edge. His senses, keen in any normal situation, were bolstered to near inhuman heights. His sensitive fingers could easily feel the slight fluttering of Tsume's warmth inside her body, so close to tightening in release. Kisame kissed Tsume fast and hard before he drew away, catching her eyes. "Look at me," he said, voice low and husky with want. "Don't close your eyes. I want to see you. I want to see the look in your eyes." Tsume could only moan in response, fighting to keep her eyes open as she came nearer to her climax.
Mere seconds later, Tsume's body surrendered to Kisame's onslaught. She came with a euphoric cry, her arching body pressing against Kisame's hard, toned chest. Her wide, dilated eyes were fixed on Kisame's own, emotions spinning in the deep pools of amber. Ecstasy, delight, relief, lust, rapture; they were all there as Tsume's climax crashed over her. Her hands clawed at Kisame's back as pleasure raced across every nerve in her body, her shuddering muscles tensing for a blissful instant before relaxing. Tsume fell back, gasping for air as the last few sparks skittered across nerve-endings. She let out a last shuddering sigh, her head falling back and her eyes fluttering shut.
The intense look in Kisame's eyes softened, and he rolled to the side, one arm still around Tsume's waist. For several moments, he simply watched her, gazing at his beautiful lover with both love and fresh desire. Tsume rolled onto her side, pressing herself against Kisame, her arms folded close to her body and palms flat against Kisame's chest. Kisame groaned as her small, toned body pressed up against his, the heat from her skin and her soft breath on his chest only serving to arouse him further. Kisame closed his eyes and grit his teeth, his length painfully restricted by the pants he still wore.
His hands wrapped around Tsume's back, fingers digging into her skin. He hid his face in Tsume's neck, breathing in her scent. He bit the inside of his cheek until it bled, the pain pushing past the haze of lust. He focused all his attention solely on Tsume, filling his mind with thoughts of her until he was able to beat back his more basic instincts. Somewhat calmed, Kisame shifted to kiss Tsume, breath hot and burning as it mingled with her own. One hand strayed down to grip the firm cheeks of Tsume's backside. He thrust her against him, grinding his hips hard against hers. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he spoke, whispering in Tsume's ear, "please, Tsume, I want you." Kisame ran the tip of his tongue along the shell of Tsume's ear, one hand straying back to her folds, teasing with a feather-soft touch. "I need you."
Blushing crimson, Tsume kissed Kisame's chest. "I was always yours, Kisame" she murmured breathily. "Everything of me has always been yours."
Kisame and Tsume rolled back, until Kisame was once more above her. He was about to descend for a kiss, when a thought struck him, the slightest of purple blushes tinging his blue cheeks. He muttered a string of curses, and reached over to grope for his robe. Tsume recognized what he was doing, and put a hand on his arm. He looked back to see her murmur something under her breath, and then press the first two fingers of her left hand to the hollow between her breasts. As Kisame watched, a small design appeared, black against Tsume's pale skin. Kisame met her eyes and furrowed his brow in question.
"It's a seal against pregnancy and diseases," Tsume explained softly. "Aki-obaa-chan gave it to me when I was eleven; she worried a lot. She taught me how to unlock it, but I never thought to." Tsume smiled up at Kisame. "I suppose that I'll keep it a while longer." The next thing that Tsume knew, Kisame's lips attacked hers with a burning urgency, his hands all over her body in hot, almost rough caresses. Then Tsume suddenly found their positions reversed, with her lying above Kisame and looking down into his eyes. Her legs straddled his hips, and she could feel his hard length pressing to her warmth through his pants. Gasping sharply, Tsume spoke. "Kisame, what—?"
"It'll be easier for you this way," Kisame explained, running his hands up and down Tsume's sides as she sat up. There was a tender look in his shark-like eyes as he continued. "This position gives the woman more control. Since you're a virgin," Tsume blushed, "it will make things easier."
Tsume leaned down and kissed Kisame gently on the lips. "Thank you," she whispered. A blush still present on her face, Tsume moved down Kisame's body, hooking her fingers in the waistband of his pants. She pulled them down and off his body, pausing a moment to look back up. She was sure that her face went as red as a beet. Kisame's member was large and long, standing out hard from his body. Tsume had to look away almost instantly, feeling a fresh surge of heat in her warmth. She was beginning to understand the yearning; her body desired Kisame, to be joined with him, to have him inside her. The thought made Tsume blush and shiver in a moment's indecision. But that moment passed quickly as it was taken over by desire.
Slowly, Tsume moved back up Kisame's body, pausing to shudder when Kisame's length brushed against her lower stomach. She glanced up at Kisame for a moment, feeling a throb of heat when she saw the burning desire in his own, dilated eyes. Shifting herself to rest on the balls of her feet, Tsume rose up above Kisame. Using a shy hand, Tsume guided Kisame's length to the entrance to her warmth. She heard Kisame hiss and grit his teeth in pleasure as the tip of his arousal brushed Tsume's hot, slick folds. Splaying the lips of her warmth with her fingers, Tsume shuddered, her breath hitching as she began to lower herself down onto Kisame.
Kisame clenched his fists until his knuckles were white as he was slowly engulfed in Tsume's tight heat. It was only years of training in self control that kept him from bucking his hips and thrusting violently up into Tsume's warmth. Then Tsume's descent stopped, her hands shifting to brace herself on Kisame's chest. Her voice was shaking when she managed to speak. "Kisame, I c-can't! It hurts!" she whimpered.
Kisame lifted himself slightly, reaching out to caress Tsume's face. She looked back at him with frightened eyes. "Don't worry," Kisame breathed. "I understand." He lay back and shifted his hands to Tsume's hips. He pushed down slightly, communicating his intent. Tsume nodded, taking several deep breaths to calm herself. After several moments, she nodded again. "I'm sorry," Kisame said. Then he thrust upward, tearing through Tsume's maidenhood and pulling her hips quickly down against him. Kisame rose into a sitting position to catch Tsume's cry of pain in a deep, gentle kiss. He crossed his legs under her, holding her tight. Tsume huddled against him, shaking in pain. Kisame knew that she was bleeding; his keen nose could easily detect the metallic scent. He felt he bitter taste of guilt in the back of his mouth, and he broke from Tsume's mouth to shower her neck and shoulders with tenderness. "I'm sorry," he murmured, running his large hands soothingly over Tsume's back.
After several deep breaths, Tsume shook her head. "N-no," she managed. "It's okay. Not your fault." Kisame was about to protest, but Tsume shook her head. "Don't worry. I wanted this, too."
His brows still furrowed slightly, Kisame reached between them with one hand, lowering it until he found her clit, still swollen and wet. He touched it gently, seeking to drown out the pain with pleasure. Tsume moaned softly, hips rocking forward. Kisame moaned loudly as the muscles of Tsume's warmth tightened around him. His other hand clenched on Tsume's back, his own body arching forward. He whispered Tsume's name huskily against her neck, still managing to retain his self control. He bit the inside of his mouth again, the pain steadying him. He gently licked and caressed Tsume's neck, pleasuring her with his hand as he focused all his attention on her, blocking out his own feelings so as not to hurt his beautiful lover.
"You tell me when you're ready," Kisame whispered, his skillful fingers still moving on Tsume's clit. "Take what time you need." They were honest words, but the tenseness of his muscles betrayed the need that he was fighting hard to suppress. Tsume nodded. Then, she brought her mind down to the place where her body was joined with Kisame's. She went to the very source of the pain instead of trying to escape it. Running from pain only made the pain worse. Her mind traveled, acknowledging every sensation. Her already swift heartbeat sped up at the feeling of Kisame's hard, thick arousal seated so deep inside her. As Kisame continued to pleasure her, Tsume could feel the pain fading, and soon it was almost gone. Abruptly, Kisame did something with his fingers that made Tsume cry out, her body clenching around Kisame.
Kisame growled sharply, his hips jerking involuntarily. He responded by pressing harder on Tsume's clit, his fingers moving faster. Tsume whimpered with pleasure and arched forward, shuddering as she pulled Kisame deeper inside her. With a possessive growl, Kisame caught Tsume in a burning kiss, a kiss so deep and passionate that Tsume thought that the shark-nin was trying to steal the air from her lungs. Pressing against her clit again, Kisame took advantage of Tsume's open and gasping mouth to slip his tongue past her lips. As they kissed, Kisame pulled his hand away, instead rocking his hips gently to stimulate his lover while his hands roamed elsewhere.
Just as Tsume thought things couldn't get any more intense, all the pain vanished completely, making her break the kiss and moan loudly into the curve of Kisame's neck. She tried to speak, but only managed to gasp out Kisame's name. Kisame felt the change in Tsume, and altered the movement of his hips so that he was thrusting ever so lightly. Tsume gasped and whimpered in pleasure, arching forward and throwing her head back. Kisame attacked the pale column of Tsume's exposed throat, nipping at licking at salty flesh while his hands gripped her firm backside to lift her closer. His shallow thrusts were suddenly deeper than they had been before, and Tsume nearly convulsed, her body crying out for another release.
Tsume cried out in pleasure as Kisame suddenly lifted her up his length, holding her steady with strong arms so that just the head of his length was inside her. And then he brought her back down. It was an agonizingly slow and torturous decent, making Tsume arch and gasp and moan in pleasure. Kisame growled low in his chest as he just barely restrained himself from thrusting up into Tsume hard and fast. But as torturous as it was, Kisame loved it; the feeling of Tsume's warmth clutching at him as he lifted her once again, her hands clinging desperately at his back.
"Ki-Kisame!" she gasped, words broken by moans of pleasure. "Please . . . I need . . . Kisame!"
Her body was trembling almost violently, and Kisame could feel just how close she was. A smirk stole onto his face, lust and mirth mingling in his eyes. His hips stilled, and Tsume whimpered in protest. Ignoring the whimper, Kisame shifted, holding Tsume against him as he leaned forward, lowering Tsume down onto the futon. Her legs were bent on either side of his hips, her arms around his neck. Kisame looked down at her, the smirk still curving his lips.
Slowly, Kisame shifted back on his knees, his length pulling from Tsume's warmth. He stopped when just the head of his arousal was inside her. Tsume arched forward, trying to bring Kisame closer. But Kisame remained where he was, refusing to comply. He moved forward with agonizing slowness, teasing Tsume with slow, shallow thrusts. He fell into a steady, leisurely rhythm, Tsume matching the pace with whimpers, moans, and gasps. She thrashed her head from side to side, her hands clenching around fistfuls of the blankets. Kisame closed his eyes, lost in the addictive sounds that Tsume was making. She was intoxicating, irresistible
Opening his eyes, Kisame looked down at his lover. He nearly fell over the edge at the sight of her. Her chest was arched, presenting her ample breasts, skin beaded with sweat. She was looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes, her gasping moans begging him to give her release. Oh, how badly Kisame wanted to give it to her. He wanted desperately to fall over the edge with her, to lose himself within her. But not yet. He would make Tsume come one more time before he allowed himself his own release.
Without warning, Kisame bucked his hips and thrust forward, sheathing himself to the hilt inside her. Tsume cried out in surprise and pleasure, her fingernails digging into Kisame's back and leaving dark crescents in his blue skin. Kisame thrust again, and then again, Tsume bucking her hips to meet him. Kisame fell easily into the new, swift pace, grinning as Tsume moaned loudly, crying out as he drove into her again and again. An expression of secret mirth flitted across Kisame's face as he continued to thrust, knowing just how much he was holding back.
"Just you wait," Kisame found himself thinking. "Just you wait and see what I can really do." But the moment the thought crossed Kisame's mind, fervent opposition reared its head. There was no way that he could take Tsume with his full strength. If he did, Kisame knew that he would hurt her. Badly. Kisame could never forgive himself if he hurt Tsume during so intimate an act.
Kisame was pulled forcibly from his thoughts as Tsume reached her second climax. She came with a near scream, her warmth clutching tight at his turgid length. And when Kisame saw the look in Tsume's wide, amber eyes he almost lost himself. He clenched his teeth so hard that one of his molars almost cracked, holding onto his control by a mere thread. Gathering chakra in his fingertips, Kisame used one hand to touch the lips of Tsume's warmth, stretched around the girth of his member. When his chakra-surrounded fingers found Tsume's swollen clit, Kisame released the chakra in a slow pulse, bringing Tsume to a climax once more.
Tsume's eyes were huge as they stared up at Kisame, her mouth open in a soundless scream of pleasure. And then, something strange happened. Tsume's warmth suddenly clenched around him, much hotter than before. Small, tingling hands came to the place where their bodies joined, leaking chakra into Kisame's groin. This proved to be Kisame's undoing. He thrust into Tsume hard and fast for only a moment before he was lost, falling over the edge with Tsume in her fourth orgasm. They both cried out their lover's name as they came together, oblivious to everything but each other.
When the haze finally cleared, Kisame found himself lying half on, half beside Tsume. She lay on the futon, exhausted and asleep. Kisame smiled wearily, rolling off of Tsume to brush a wisp of hair from her face. "Woman, you undo me," he murmured. Kisame then took Tsume gently in his arms, lifting her back to lay her head on the pillow. He pulled the rumpled blankets over Tsume and himself as he lay down beside his wife, curling against her side and wrapping one arm around her waist. Kisame stroked Tsume's sleeping face with a gentle finger, smiling gently as sleep pulled at his mind. "Who'd've thought that that meet little girl I picked up would end up becoming my wife? Who'd've thought that she'd be the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with?"
Tsume opened her eyes and smiled weakly up at Kisame. "Hey," she murmured sleepily. "Y'know what? It's my birthday today . . ." She trailed off as she was reclaimed by sleep, and Kisame couldn't help but chuckle.
He leaned down and kissed her soft lips. "I love you, Tsume."
UNSPOKEN
A/N: . . . . . . . . . . . . woah. It's . . . . over. I finished this story on March 2nd, at 12:05 am. Woah.
Yeah, that was a lemon . . . and I actually wrote it. (blush)
So, I have an idea for another story. It's what would have happened if Tsume had been raised as a ninja in Konohagakure. She'd meet Kisame, get her ass kicked, and then get captured. But, she'd have a fierce loyalty to Konoha, and things would be very different between her and Kisame. But, she would have still been marked by Orochimaru, so would jump at the chance to get at him. I don't know if Tsume could leave behind her home for a man she falls in love with. Hmm. What do you think?