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Michiko wakes to the sound of her resident crow cawing away just outside her bedroom window. Annoyed, she picks a sandal off the floor and chucks it, it hits the glass with a 'thunk' and the crow quietens, staring into the room curiously.

A few seconds of sweet, swollen silence and Michiko is almost asleep again.

"CAW CAW CAWWWWW!" It begins again, flapping its wings for emphasis.

"Oh, for fuck's sake…" Grumbling, Michiko throws her duvet angrily off her body and sits up. She rubs her eyes sleepily, having no idea why she is so exhausted.

"Probably the alcohol." A voice supplies.

Shocked, Michiko is suddenly alert, awake and reaching for her wakizashi under the bed when Shisui peers into her bedroom with a mug in his hand. "I woke you up when I came in, Michiko." He says defensively at her frown and glare.

"I don't remember." Michiko is now annoyed and upset. This morning is off to a great start.

"You were still mostly asleep though, it's okay." Shisui disappears and Michiko pushes herself out of bed, wrapping her fuzzy grey nightgown around her. It's a cold morning.

"What are you doing here?" She asks, her voice still dusted with sleep. She steps out of her bedroom into the lounge and watches Shisui as he flips a pancake over the stove in the little kitchen.

"I'm making you an apology-breakfast." He says cheerfully, sliding the pancake onto a plate that is already stacked with a few. "I'm almost done."

Michiko blinks sleepily at him, then wobbles to the pantry to get out some honey and maple syrup.

"Was someone here yesterday?"

She almost doesn't register his question, busy squinting her eyes at the jar. Her vision is bleary so she wipes her eyes as she goes to the little island and places the jar of honey and the maple syrup jug on top.

"Kakashi came to visit." She says, her sentence cropped purposefully. She knows Shisui is waiting for an explanation, but she never gives him one.

"Oh, that's surprising. What was he saying?"

"Just stuff about work."

"Anbu work?"

"No, you know that's confidential." She says pointedly. Shisui bites his lip, glad that he has his back to her so she can't see the irritated look on his face. An angry girlfriend isn't something he needs.

"Here we go." He carries the plate to the island and pulls out a stool for himself. Michiko has already placed the plates and cutlery they need. This makes him feel a little less unwanted.

As she forks two pancakes into her plate, Shisui watches her in silence until she looks up at him curiously, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I will." He says carefully. "Michiko, can we talk about our argument?"

"The pancakes will get cold." She says flatly, pouting her lips until she looks back up at him and realises how upset he looks, "But…Okay. Let's talk."

She puts her fork down. Shisui is studying her face, looking very sullen.

"I'm sorry I said all those horrible things. I felt really terrible when I couldn't protect you."

Michiko moves to speak but he presses on, not letting her cut in.

"When they brought you back, everyone thought you would never wake up again. I've lost people I love before Michiko, and I really didn't want to lose you. Just the thought- I just couldn't deal with it…and that's why you going back to Anbu or leaving with Jiraiya… it scares me."

Michiko doesn't know what to say; she feels herself forgiving him. Gently, she places her hand on his and caresses his knuckles, "I'm sorry I didn't realise that you were scared earlier, Shisui-kun."

He takes her hand in his, threading his fingers with hers, "I know why you want to leave, and I think… it's good for you if you go with him. Just promise me that if you leave, you'll come back to me."

His dark eyes study her reaction, they watch her so carefully that Michiko feels conscious under his gaze. Unable to formulate a sentence, she slides off the stool, walks around to him and wraps her arms around him, burying her face in his messy hair.

He is still for a moment, and then his arms curl around her and pull her closer so that she is standing between his legs, and his face is buried in her chest. They stay like that for a few minutes, and Michiko whispers, "I promise, Shisui-kun."

He pulls away from her and she kisses his forehead, her heart warming. Shisui is vulnerable when he is with her, they both know it. More so since her return. Her weakness has created tensions in his mind and in her own, and it has placed a strain on their loving relationship.

They both know it.

"Let's eat now." He says slowly, with a half-smile.

"Okay. But first." She takes his face in her hands, caressing his cheeks and running her fingers through his hair, studying him endearingly. His lips are dark, his eyelids look slightly puffy, and his dark, enticing and usually fiery eyes are humble and withdrawn. Michiko realises then that he has probably been crying.

She kisses him, her lips sliding gently over his, urging them to warm against her. He complies, his arms resuming their tight grip around her. They kiss for a few minutes, before he stands and picks her up.

Not a word is exchanged between them as he carries her into the bedroom and lays her over her unmade bed. Their eyes never leave one another, and they continue to kiss and roll around until Michiko tries to pry off Shisui's shirt.

He laughs.

"What are you doing?"

"Take it off!" She whines playfully, annoyed that his much larger, taller self is able to prevent her.

"Why?"

"Why not?" She counters, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Hmm…" He pretends to think, so Michiko brings her mouth back to his, then over his jaw, then over his neck. She grazes his skin with her teeth, nipping gently, enticingly, until his ponderous hum turns into a soft moan when she finds the spot. She bites down, leaving a maroon mark just above his collarbone.

The sounds of his moans encourage her, until he has rolled her over so that she is below him, her arms held down beside her, "Michiko." He says, his voice husky and pained.

"Michiko, we can't do this." He says pleadingly, urging her to stop. She sobers, looking worriedly up at him.

"Sorry Shisui-kun."

Shisui thinks Michiko is too young to be giving up her virginity. He wants to wait until she is at least 17.

"Looks like I'll have to try again in two years." She jokes, grinning cheekily at him until he laughs. He presses his lips to her forehead and then rubs her nose with his affectionately.

"Well..." He bites her lip, tugging it gently, "I guess just this won't hurt." He tugs off his t-shirt, tossing it behind him. It lands on the wooden floor, joined quickly by Michiko's nightgown and her own shirt.

Just as more items of clothing are shed, the restraint between them diminishes, and Shisui is second-guessing himself. He doesn't want to do anything Michiko will regret.

"Are you sure?" He asks her, "The pancakes are probably already cold." He jokes, his cheeks aflame. Michiko lays beneath him, feeling very shy and quiet. When he notices how quiet she is, he panics and moves to sit up, but she grabs his arms and holds him in his place.

"I want to know." She says firmly, "Do you… want to?"

Blushing, unaccustomed to the sudden intensity of her gaze and the feeling of her almost-naked body beneath his own, Shisui swallows nervously and softly responds, "Yes. I do. Do you?" He strokes her hair, thumbing loose strands off her forehead. She nods slowly.

"I'm leaving with Jiraiya soon." She admits. The shock on Shisui's face is palpable, and she realises she has probably ruined the mood.

"How soon?" He looks panicked, "Today? Tomorrow? When?" He sits up, and Michiko follows, hugging her knees to her chest to cover herself.

"Next week." She answers, a little frightened by his expression. She fears that she has hurt his feelings, that she should have tried to figure it out with him. Luckily, Shisui calms down and shakes his head with a grin, "God, you scared me. I thought you were leaving today."

"So, you're not angry?" She peers at him, hopefully. Shisui looks a little defeated; his shoulders wilt and he pushes his messy hair up and off his warm face, distracting himself. He peers back at Michiko through his lashes, like a shy child unable to meet her gaze.

"I'm not angry." He picks at the material of the bedsheet beneath them, "I just want to know if… if you'll come back."

"I'll come back every now and then." She says carefully, "Although when and for how long, I don't know yet."

"Oh cool." He suddenly looks relieved and exhausted, as if the conversation has sapped him of his usual emotional energy, "We'll see when we get to it." He says more to himself. Michiko continues to watch him, unsure of what she should do. He watches her too, tilting his head curiously, some mirth returning to his dark eyes.

"Is that why you wanted to do this? Because you're going away?"

Michiko is guilty of exactly that, so she wordlessly nods. Her cheeks are very pink and she feels the heat increase with her embarrassment.

Maybe he thinks I'm childish.

He reaches forward, taking her face in his hands and scooching up to her legs until his boxers are pressed to her shins, "Do you feel like it's a valid reason to undo our little promise?"

"Yeah. I think so." She admits shyly, tilting her head back to look up at him as he sits on his knees. He reaches down and presses his lips to hers.

They pause, and Michiko runs her hands over his bare chest, feeling the soft hair on his chest, some thick scars and shaped muscle. Their bodies are much warmer now, and the room feels hot. She puts a hand behind his neck, partially tangled in his hair which is damp with sweat.

"I'm a little scared." She says shakily, then laughs, "Look at me, a jounin afraid of sex."

The room fills with their soft laughter, as Shisui runs his hands over her bare stomach, down to her thighs. Luckily for her, she still has her undies on. "What scares you?" He asks, watching his hands over her skin contently.

"I don't know. Maybe how it might feel." She hesitantly looks down at her body, hyper-aware of how much of her imperfections are bare to his eyes. Shisui runs a finger down a pale line in the centre of her thigh, and then looks up at her, his hair falling back over his eyes. A layer of sheen covers his face, his cheeks still flushed.

"It will hurt." Gently, he props himself on his hip and elbow, trapping one of her legs between his arm and his body as he sits between Michiko's legs, "If it hurts too much, or if anything doesn't feel right, we'll stop."

"Okay." Michiko nods. She knows he isn't a virgin, he has shared the story with her before. She feels a little jealous now, and it makes her want him more. Seeing the hint of a frown, Shisui peers up at her curiously and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

"What is it?"

Michiko never answers. She moves to crush her lips against his aggressively. Pleasantly caught off guard, Shisui returns the pressure, crawling until he is over her, his hands cupping her face as they fall back into bed together. They kiss fervently, until their lips begin to throb.

Shisui feels her fingers on his hips, locating the waist band of his boxers. He can't keep the smile from his face, helping her find it so she can tug them down. He slides them off, kicking them so that they join the pile on the floor.

"Michiko." He sits up against the headboard, pulling Michiko with him so that she is sitting on his lap, his very prominent boner between her legs.

She feels it against her thighs, and it is warm and still a little fleshy. Curiously, she glances down at it, having never seen one before in her life.

"Oh." She says, having a revelation. They've talked about how it looks.

Shisui is endlessly amused, "Told you it wasn't very pretty."

He said it looked like worm. She recalls, feeling awkward as she eyes it again. The sight of it is strangely arousing to her.

"It's… big." She says, chewing her lip, "How is this supposed to work?"

"It will." He assures her, leaning forward to tease her. He takes her bottom-lip between his teeth and tugs, one of his favourite things to do, "Just take your time." He whispers.

They continue to kiss and feel one another, until the sensation pooling between her legs urges her to remove the cloth barricade that is keeping her from him. Michiko climbs off him, to tug her undies down and toss them away.

Shisui reaches out and guides her back onto his lap and she swallows nervously, never breaking their gaze as she lowers herself to feel him for the first time.

"How is that?" He asks, uncertainly. Shisui is nervous too.

"Good." She says breathily. Slowly, they kiss again, their bodies touching and pressing against one another until Shisui is fully aroused and hard against the soft folds of her skin.

He slowly brings his hands down to her hips, one resting against the small of her back and the other sliding between them to part the folds and gently finger her swollen inner lips. Michiko moans and the sound arouses him further.

He bites down on his lip as he watches her. With his fingers holding her apart, he can feel the wetness against his manhood.

"Shisui." She leans against him, her lips brushing against his ear as he gently fingers her. She hisses slightly as his finger enters her for the first time. She cusses, feeling the strange sting and tightness.

"Is this okay?" He asks softly, moving his finger around inside.

"It hurts a little." She responds, her eyes shut tight as she focuses on the sensation. It demands all her attention, and she doesn't realise she is digging her fingernails into his shoulders. Shisui doesn't mind.

"Should I stop?" He pauses and she shakes her head, "No. Don't stop."

'That's hot.'

He continues, introducing a second finger when he feels her hips move in rhythm with his hands. He can her breathing loudly, and he removes his fingers to move the tip of himself, "I'm going to do it now, okay?"

"Like this?" She asks uncertainly.

"If you're comfortable on top, it's fine." He responds smoothly, running a thumb over her mouth, which she kisses, "Okay."

"You have to lower yourself onto it okay? Go slowly." He instructs gently, directing himself into her with the help of his hands. She watches him as he glances down, concentrating on sliding himself in without hurting her.

This time is different from having his fingers inside her; the pressure is intense, and it spreads to her face and her ears, making her feel like she is underwater.

"Breathe, Michiko." Shisui looks up at her, grazing his lips against her chin and her neck. He places his palms on her hips, guiding her over him. She attempts to lower herself further onto him, but the pain makes her stop.

"Shisui, it hurts." She moans, finding the sensation both terrible and strangely sensual.

"It will for a little while." He says regretfully, not forcing her to continue.

"Can we…swap places?" She asks hesitantly. He hums against her neck, remaining partially inside her as he carefully rolls them over, putting her leg over his hip and around him. In the process, he manages to push himself further into her.

"Ow!" Michiko yelps.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He tries to pull out, but Michiko has wrapped both her legs around him.

"No, don't stop." She manages, gritting her teeth from the sensation.

"Are you sure?" Now sounding panicked, Shisui watches her guiltily.

"Please." She moans, "Please don't stop." She lifts her head to press her lips feverishly against his, pleading again in a low voice.

'Fuck.'

Feeling re-aroused, he complies, ignoring her hisses until he is fully inside.

"Fuck." He whispers, "Michiko, are you okay?"

She doesn't manage a response, but she continues to kiss him as she rolls her hips. Matching her slow pace, Shisui follows. He feels his muscles tensing in pleasure and as he slowly thrusts into her, he can't help but allow a little force, his body too strong to be too gentle.

He moans.

Her hands find their way over his shoulders, fingers digging into his back as he holds his body up easily, his hands on either side of her. As he increases the pressure, he takes hold of the headboard, the bed creaking to their rhythm.

She purrs so gently, that Shisui strains his ears to hear her. The sounds he entices from her are encouraging. When she begins to pant, he feels her tighten around him, so he thrusts harder into her.

"How does that feel?" He whispers into her hair as he kisses her forehead.

"Amazing." She is struggling to speak, overpowered by the sensation and out of breath. He feels her quiver beneath him, and he knowingly trails his hand down to her womanhood and presses his thumb gently over the top, aiding her first orgasm.

The sheen over her skin, the flush of her cheeks and the plumpness of her lips is accompanied by her very dilated pupils. Her lips part as she feels her body seize up and then relax with such an intensity that she feels her vision haze as she shuts her eyes. Shisui observes, deeply satisfied as he feels her tense up beneath him just before she finishes.

He closes his eyes, counting his breaths so that he is able to time himself. He comes, just as she orgasms beneath him, a gasp escaping her as she feels powerful final thrust of his muscles inside her.

Now, laying together, Shisui strokes her hair and presses little kisses to her nose and her cheeks and her lips.

"You alright?" He asks, his voice husky from the lust. Michiko is catching her breath, "Yeah. I'm…good."

As he moves to lay down beside her, she turns to nuzzle his neck, her arms over his chest. With one arm tucked under her shoulders, he pulls her into him, resting his chin over her head. He stares at the wall behind her, his mind drowsy and fuzzy. He is listening to the rhythm of her breath, and in doing so, lulls himself into a short nap.

Waking up after an hour, he finds himself tucked under the duvet, Michiko absent. He can hear her in the bathroom, so he stretches in bed, his hand smacking the headboard.

"Ow." He mumbles, yawning and then urging himself to sit up. Throwing the duvet off himself, he locates his boxers and takes two long strides to the other side of the bed to pick them up and pull them on.

"Michiko?" He calls curiously, glancing towards the door. It is ajar, and he can see remnants of steam escaping through the gap, just before his girlfriend pulls the door open.

She is dressed and showered; her hair wrapped in a red towel.

"Hello." She greets shyly. He smiles contentedly at her as she approaches him and puts his arms around her.

"Hello." He chimes back, placing a soft kiss to her lips, "How do you feel?"

She grins, "Amazing. But a little sore." She wriggles her bum, "It stings a little when I move or walk."

"Hmm… I think it'll do that for a while. Let me go shower, then let's go get lunch." He glances at the clock as Michiko balks at the time, "What! It's already noon!"

"Yup." As he moves to walk past her into the bathroom, he smacks her bum.

Before she can protest, he distracts her by turning to the closet and pulling out some of his clothing, "Oh look." He seems pleased, "You never threw my clothes out!"

"I didn't even know those were in there." She says with her hands on her hips, tilting her head curiously, "When did you put those?"

'Ah… It was a while ago.' Shisui shrugs, "I don't remember exactly when, but I brought them around ages ago." He goes into the bathroom, clicking the door shut and then leaning against it once he is inside. He glances at his reflection in the mirror above the sink, surprised at his own appearance.

His hair sticks up messily, in every possible direction. His cheeks are faintly blotchy, a permanent flush on his face that usually settles after intense physical exertion. There are two neat hickeys on his collarbone that bring a warm, happy feeling to his heart. As he traces them with his fingers, a smile flitters on his face and he surrenders to the shower, grateful for the spare towel Michiko has left for him.

"Oh no." He says as he ducks into the shower and glances at the items placed on the little rack. "Looks like I'm about to smell like my girlfriend."

'On second thought', he decides, 'that isn't bad at all.'

Michiko is drying her hair, when a panicked, half-naked Shisui bursts from the bathroom, droplets of water flying from his hair as he half-sprints towards her. "Michiko!"

"What?!" Freaking out at his panicked state, she nearly drops the dryer as the fumbles to switch it off, "What's wrong?!"

Shisui looks pale, although his cheeks are still marked and pink. She eyes the hickeys distractedly, proud of her handiwork.

"We didn't…" He seems to gasp for breath, making Michiko frown with concern. "We didn't use protection."

"Ah…" Guiltily, she gives him a half-grin, "I was going to remind you but then I thought…why not."

"What! Michiko, you know how risky that is right?!"

"I'll just take the pill. It'll be fine." She says soothingly, clutching the dryer and her hairbrush.

"You're way too young to get pregnant." He says, more to himself, "I don't understand how I could forget. I mean, it was my penis."

Michiko tries to suppress the laugh that bubbles out of her, a half-snort. Shisui looks mildly injured, his hands on his hips as he shakes his head disapprovingly.

"Don't worry!" She says, reassuringly, "I have some in my medicine closet."

"What?! Why?!" Completely thrown off his kilter, Shisui stares questioningly at Michiko, his large eyes widening until they look like they might pop out.

"Ah, relax. All kunoichi get a standard medical package every month, pills included."

"Wow." Shisui has never known this little detail, "I had no idea. They don't give us condoms." He says woefully.

"Because they don't have a problem with men procreating. A pregnant kunoichi is out of commission for at least a year and is a burden on state finances." She quips, leaving an impressed and slightly horrified Shisui.

"Is that really the logic behind the policy?" He asks, walking back into the bathroom, looking much calmer now.

"Yeah, it is." She responds, peering at her reflection in the mirror as she runs a finger over her eyebrows.

She can't hear what he says in response, but he leaves the door open as he changes, allowing Michiko to watch his reflection in the mirror.

He has a great butt.