Lion and the Lamb
Shisui was currently waging a war against his body.
He desperately wanted to have the strength to walk away. He wanted to be the kind of older cousin that Sasuke could look up to. He wanted to be the best friend that could protect the things precious to his friend.
Yet here he was.
Wanting.
Wanting things he shouldn't. Wanting things that would destroy him. Wanting things that he could never take back. Wanting what did not belong to him. Wanting what was not meant for him.
But he was here.
Wanting.
He was here with spring in his hands while the season outside was summer.
To give in.
Every fibre in his being was screaming at him to step closer.
One taste.
Shisui's mind was telling him he could not,
under any circumstances,
do exactly what his heart ached to do.
But he could feel the contained body of current that her spine possessed.
Its cleverly concealed ability to move like water underneath his left hand caused his eyelids to stagger under the force of a peculiar new weight.
The aroma he could smell escaping from underneath her too warm black vest invited his heavy eyelids to fall shut.
His chest stilled, mind and body focusing on the presence he'd dreamed about every night for weeks.
Then his chest expanded to facilitate a deep inhale of the intoxicating fragrance of spice, peaches, and something that could only be unique to a certain personification of his favorite color.
He wanted to mar every inch of her ivory skin.
Odd, that red was only an indecent shade when it was painted on the flower in his palm.
Shisui's pride wouldn't let him admit that he had embarrassingly caught himself holding certain fruits from the kitchen close to his nose in the mornings. His dreams would flood to him in a sickeningly fast wave and his consciousness would be left drowning in parted rosy lips, pastel, and ivory. He'd get wrapped up in the memory of her pressed against him only to curse and bite into the fruit's flesh aggressively when Shisui would realize what he was doing.
The hunger that gnawed at his stomach was never satisfied with the sweet flesh of the summer harvest.
It now felt as though he had summoned fire into the palm of his left hand. And it wasn't much different for his right hand which held the object of his desires in its palm.
His hips carried a tension that had not left since the day her soft curves had been squished against him in the way he liked best.
His throat tickled with the itch to breathe fire over the material sheltering her from his eyes.
Even now his hip bones ached with a despicable loneliness. Their desire to rest against hers was so great that his right leg finally heeded their wish and brought his tall frame one step closer to her body. His right leg had moved with a speed that Shisui hadn't known it to possess.
Her closeness was influencing his state of mind in a manner that dangerously reduced his inhibitions.
Behind his closed eyes he could see the way her eyes had fluttered ever so gently closed. The tantalizing fraction of a partition that her soft lips had made as her head had been yanked back forcefully. The dark lashes that had kissed her red-stained cheeks.
The way her expression had been painted on her face was art.
A composition so marvelous that it needed to be mounted.
But it was a painting that Shisui was too poor to afford. His riches were not enough and he had no claim to inherit its masterpiece.
Still, his body was powerless to resist the gravitational pull. Shisui only managed to open his eyes when his left leg took up his body's rebellion too and brought him almost close enough to brush against her legs.
His head felt heavy and his chest felt weak.
The shock was wearing off her face and now her hazy emerald eyes were beginning to look at him in a curious kind of way. Her inebriation allowed for an openness that he had not encountered before.
She was not cautious to hide her observation of him.
Thump.
And then storm clouds no longer answered to the assassin who ruled lightning.
Instead, their master had become the traitorous organ that was pounding in his chest.
It seemed that his eyes were made for watching her.
Sakura was swept up in the storm brewing behind his eyes and her jaw was too comfortable in his hold for her to really care about what his hand was doing there. Her clouded mind was finding it difficult to remember why she had walked to this part of the complex and the expression on his face was much too fascinating for her to look away.
His high cheekbones and straight nose were something she was almost jealous of.
'He shouldn't be this pretty.' She absently thought to herself.
She noticed the shoulder underneath her right hand held so much tension that her hand moved to rub down over the muscle in an attempt to ease its strain. She had done it without realizing and now she had stumbled into a trap.
The pressure on his muscle did the opposite of soothing and instead cause his entire body to tense.
Shisui's grip on her jaw tightened and his head was dropping down to hers before he could stop himself.
Thump.
The scrape of her nails on his chest managed to stop his descent as the contact alerted him to the gravity of what he had just been about to do.
Red.
He'd managed to stop the tip of his nose from touching hers but she was still too close.
The flush on her skin was warm enough for his own to be burned by it.
His cheeks adopted their own shade of the color and his breath was coming out in warm, shallow pants against her lips. The shade across his regal nose darkened when the pool of her spine rippled, his proximity acting as a stone skipped across its surface.
The ache in his stomach only multiplied in intensity.
He was here.
Wanting.
Thump.
Lovely things he shouldn't.
Thump.
And now the fingers of his right hand wanted to be just as warm as his left.
He told himself that if he only sampled the texture that it would be enough.
And so, his thumb moved.
Cloudy green matched cloudy grey.
Like a prey that had already been killed, she stood motionless as the lion dragged her carcass by way of his thumb sliding from her chin to her bottom lip.
The pad of his thumb rubbed in a confusingly pleasurably way down the middle of her bottom lip before lifting back to press where her top lip met her bottom.
Shisui's blood was already moving to his length, it had been since her delicate hand had smoothed over the muscle of his shoulder. Arousal tugged in his belly as her lips parted for him. The thickness of his member was now pressing uncomfortably against the confines of his black slacks.
His appendage couldn't resist pressing further into the warmth of the cavern. The slight wetness he felt on the pad of his thumb from the inside of her lip made him groan softly.
Her allure was wrapping its rope around his throat and tightening by the second.
Asphyxiation was delightfully looming.
A thrill shot up his spine when he felt another disturbance in the body of water that was her spine. It was a slow and barely noticeable wave forming. Shisui's length jerked in fascination as he sensed the riptide of her middle vertebrae just shy of pulling her spine further from his fingertips to bring her front closer to his body.
He was a moment away from pushing his thumb authoritatively into her mouth before his ears perked at the sound of her sweet voice.
"Did you wash your hands?"
The innocence behind her curiosity and his complete lack of understanding of her caused Shisui to laugh from the bottom of his heart.
The storm was gone from behind his eyes and when he managed to quiet the last of his amusement he looked down at her with a warmth that reached his eyes.
Shisui wrestled with the emotions trying to fight their way out of him and lost.
Lifting his thumb from the soft texture of her lips and releasing her jaw, he instead moved his right hand to fist the locs at the base of her neck.
Shisui had wished it to be his own hand when he had laid beneath her body that time in the hallway. He gently pulled her head back so that her throat was exposed to his lips. He tried not to focus on the way another ripple disturbed the pond underneath his left hand.
The lion's mouth hovered over the neck of the lamb.
"I should eat you Sakura-chan."
His tone of voice held no playfulness and was bordering on being an attempt to convince himself.
Aware of his body rivaling against his better judgment he reluctantly let her free from his grasp.
Sakura's green eyes were wide and even more curious than he had ever seen them.
Sakura's slow mind was confused, and she didn't really understand what he meant. The feeling of an assassin's hands on her body had been so pleasant that she didn't linger on why they were there.
But now Shisui was looking at her with such a turbulent expression that she needed to understand it.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she whispered, her hands tightening into a fist against his chest.
Without a thought, his mouth whispered to her words that his heart knew to be true.
"I think you to be loveliness itself."
His presence was gone beneath her fist and only his words were left to echo in her ears.
And so.
The lamb was left in the pasture.
AN:
hahahahha pls don't be mad.
I know I know. The Tension. How could I withhold the detailed stuff?
I promise to finish this story I just haven't figured out which scenario fits best for the dynamic.
Like should there be one on one, or should it be altogether? idk
I'm worried it'll sound gross if there's all three of them on Sakura at once. My writing style is more centered around intimacy and playfulness.
Wooooouuuulllddd beeeee noiiiiiiiiiceeeeeeee if people left reviews :)