A/N: I deleted my tumblr a while back but this snippet continues to cause me grief because I feel like I can do something with this so I'm going to drop this here and let it marinate.
Title from the Taylor Swift song. Don't own Naruto.
PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING: AO3 has allowed me more leeway with the summary length, but to make the long and short of it this is a non-linear fanfic. I understand the first two chapters are rough, but come the third chapter things get more cohesive. Many thanks to Pyro for help with plot and Saf for help with the summary.
This isn't love, but it isn't hate; it's a little give and a whole lot of take.
Madara shifts against her. He dwarves her tiny body, and she thinks she's already lost so much of herself in him that whatever regret she feels over this - them, if such a thing exists - will be swallowed whole by the time morning comes and she slips away.
He won't stop her.
(As often as she says 'this is the last time', they both know she'll be back the next time she can find an excuse.)
He burrows his head in the crook of her neck, breathing whiskey-smooth, whiskey-broken nothings just shy of her ear. He's drunk and she's drunk and when he says 'I love you' she knows it's a lie but-
butbutbut
She closes her eyes and chokes on the feeling anyway.
A/N: Like all good biryani, it's marinating.
R&R please :3
-Eien