Series: Naruto
Character(s)/Pairing(s): ItaShi with implied ShiYon/YonShi
Rating: M for vague-ish sex.
Word Count: 727
Notes: Female!Shisui. And I dance with the fact that Shisui's age was never given. So bite on that, canon-tards, because YonShi is that much more possible. Slightly different style than I normally write, but this is how Shisui told me the story. When I said I wanted YonShi smut I didn't mean I wanted ItaShi with the YonShi in the background.
Disclaimer: Naruto and related properties belong to Masashi Kishimoto and related parties.

"Because he..."

Shisui neither enjoys nor dislikes sex with Itachi. For that is all it is. It isn't about wanting their two bodies to come together. With him, yes. But not with Itachi.

She does not stop him from pressing her into the sheets on her bed, just as she does not stop him when he crashes down none too gently upon her, his eagerness for release far too great. He was always gentle, though, his touch treasuring and tender. He would always set her on the bed, and slowly roll over her body.

She does not stop his hungry lips from creating a hot trail down her throat down her collarbone and over her breast as his mouth makes its way to a perky nipple. His mouth wet, devouring as much of her milky skin as possible. He would move slowly, even when in the deepest throes of passion. He would leave individual kisses along her skin, and he would take the time to nip and suck on his was down her body, leaving love-bites.

She does not stop his hand from snaking between her thighs and finding her center. She does not want him, so he must make her body want him. It was never like that with him, though. He would pay attention to every part of her being, his hands reaching every surface, calling out to her nerves and making them sing with anticipation. When she could no longer stand her unmet filling she would pull him to her, demanding completion. But that was only some of the time. The rest, he would know exactly when she would meet the edge, and he was always there beside her, in her, with her – and they would dive off the cliff together.

She does not let him enter her from behind. She does not trust him enough, and his young man's body is not strong enough for her. He, she trusted with her entire being. His muscular and broad chest against her back was nearly calming for her. He would kiss along her spine and stroke her. He would increase her need.

She does not let his hair touch her nakedness. It is long and silky like water. His hair was shorter and as soft as a flower petal against her skin.

She leaves the lights on with him. His hair and coloring are dark. As is his personality. It is like looking into a mirror and seeing her own reflection. She wouldn't leave the lights on with him. His whole existence was far too bright for her, and she often feared she would burn away in his presence. His hair was golden, and his skin had health in its color.

She has no problem looking into his eyes, should they happen to meet. They are black pools, just like hers. She could never meet his for more than a moment as he lay on top of her. His piercing blue eyes could see into the depths of her soul, something she felt was not safe for him. He was too pure and good.

She does not mind that he meets his climax and she does not. This is for him, these quick and messy meetings. He would make sure they both lost themselves during the hours they would spend together away from the world.

She does not ask him to stay with her after they finish. But even without asking, he would stay with her until called away. Holding her in his arms, his hands weaving through her hair and caressing her face.

They have an agreement on when he will come to her. They would come to each other whenever possible.

It is sex with Itachi. But it was love with him.