One could say it was too cliche, but Sasuke really did not expect any sort of outcome from his explorations with her. He was bored, had nothing better to do with his life. All he needed was a distraction, some sort of release, and she was the perfect offering; laid out on the shiniest silver platter with those wide opal eyes. Those vacant eyes to which Sasuke to this day cannot decipher their color. Before they started whatever it is they're doing, Sasuke could've sworn they were gray like the rest of her family's. He barely gave her a second thought back then. But now, when he is up against her, bodies meshing into one being, he can't stop staring at them. How they they are not only gray, no they held a purple tint to them.
And only when they are in these intimate moments he can decipher every emotion, thought that flashes by her eyes. When he'd take his hands and rest them on her wide hips that dipped into her blessed back side that he enjoys to mold so much, she'd show him anticipation. When he'd bring his hand up to fondle her plentiful breasts, kneading them and taking in their fullness in his whole grip, she'd show him desire. When he'd tweak her pink nipples that were always hard even before he gave them any attention, she'd show him longing.
But when they were done her eyes would go back to holding nothing but vacancy. She was good at this, pretending as if they were not just reciprocating each other's carnal need for for other several hours before. She would walk by him, not sparing a single glance. But when they were together, finally alone and together, her eyes would wake and she'd come alive for him. He found pride in this, being an Uchiha after all. Only he can bring these things out of her. He enjoys the way she'd act all shy when they would begin their sessions, as if they did not just do the same thing a couple days ago. The way the faintest blush would dust her cheeks as he pulled her intimate outerwear from her body. The way she'd gasp when he'd looked her body up and down, basking in its curves. The way she'd bite her lower lip when he in turn took off his close.
Sasuke is used to this sort of attention, he knew he is good looking and he knows what to do to make a girl going. So why is it that he feels his chest puff with pride when she does these things. This attention of hers was solely for him and he does not know what to do with it. He's a man with new access to an all-powerful ability; to unravel this girl and show her all their sexual possibilities. He knows that he was the first to do anything with her. All her intimate experiences have begun with him and she had nothing to compare him to. These exploration of theirs will having her soaring, he knows this.
He'll make sure he engraves his entire being into hers, as even if she decides she is done with him, she would never be able to forget about him.
Bleh. Sasuke is tricky to write. I don't like him.