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Seems like I'm very productive today :)
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I already have plans for a sequel ;)
Enjoy your weekend!
SquaMata
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49. Dreams again
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Their eager mouths crashed hard together as their tongues fought for dominance. Hands explored what was underneath the clothes of the other and one item after another fell to the floor.
He couldn't remember how they had finally found together, but he didn't mind. That woman was what he had been craving for half of his life. In his eyes she was perfection and she meant everything to him. The beautiful girl was now straddling him and slowly she sat up to discard her black tank-top.
He watched her every movement and focused on the swell of her wonderful breasts. Like gifts from the Gods they were wrapped in a tiny rosy satin bra, which matched the colour of her soft mid-long and curly mane perfectly. He smiled at her from beyond as his hands gently stroke the smooth skin of her hips…
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*Aaaahhhh!*
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The ANBU looked above the edge of his book. She seemed to be in deep slumber.
Maybe my imagination is just too lively.
He chuckled and returned his attention to the next side of the novel.
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… He sat up to capture her lips with his in another passionate kiss while his hands wandered up from the curve of her hips to the clasp of the small fabric item which separated his skin from hers. It took him some effort to open it up and set her firm mounds free. Chuckling she discarded the annoying thing and slapped the soft material into his face…
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*Ooooooooooaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!*
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Dreams again.
The ANBU was sceptic and put his book down eventually. He detected her chakra and was surprised she was still sleeping like a stone.
The skilled ninja contemplated if he should risk taking a peek into her mind.
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*MMMMmmmhhhhaaaaahhhh*
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That dreams again.
A mischievous smirk formed underneath his white porcelain mask.
She could be in danger! Just a little peek to be sure…
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Sakura was dreaming indeed, so he stepped into her dream and found himself in front of her apartment door in her imagination. The blond wooden door stood slightly open, its contours were bathed in a fascinating play of light due to the illumination inside of the apartment and a delightful smell. It was a very inviting impression.
The silent observer followed the trail of discarded clothes from the door of her apartment to the bathroom from where the noises and the alluring scent came from. It was obvious she had another long day at the hospital and had wanted nothing more than a hot shower and her bed like she had complained in reality so many times lately. So the pinkette had undressed on her way from the bathroom. There were the moans again, so very erotic and sinful, he wasn't sure it had been a good idea to step into her dream.
Noiselessly he stepped in front of the bathroom door to peek through the crack.
The young woman was standing under the warm spray, steam surrounding her delicate figure. Her head was leaning on the tiles as one of her hands seemed busy touching herself. Disappointed by another unsuccessful attempt on masturbation she stepped into the middle of the spray and let the water run over her head and face.
Oh, how much he would have liked to give her a helping hand!
Suddenly he heard a barely audible, deep guttural groan behind him. The sneaky ANBU stiffened and didn't dare to move, though he knew he was invisible to the products of her imagination. Rummaging too much around in someone's dreams and disturbing them in any way had risks he didn't want to take. He was irritated as someone walked right through him and surprised the girl by pressing her front first to the cold tiles with one hand on her mouth to keep her from screaming. The guy nibbled softly on her neck "Close your eyes." The ANBU couldn't see who it was due to the new wave of steam surrounding the room as the man had swirled the air with his sudden appearance.
Sakura closed her eyes as strong, masculine hands turned her halfway to steal a seductive kiss. The pinkette and the unidentified male engaged into loving and steamy shower sex right in front of the eyes of their unnoticed observer, who was too engrossed in the scene to retreat.
They had changed position and the man suddenly looked straight at him. First the man seemed to be shocked by the secret intruder, but within the blink of an eye there was an amused smirk written all over his face. The ANBU didn't know how it was possible for the guy to see him, but as he recognised the face it all made sense.
That cocky bastard!
The man was penetrating the panting kunoichi from behind. She was kneeling in front of him with her hands clamped on the edge of the bathtub for support. Slowly he put a hand in between her legs and started to increase her sensations, which rewarded him with loud moans of pure lust. The man winked at the ANBU still with that overly confident smirk on his face as the first spasms of her orgasm jerked through her body.
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At that moment the ANBU found himself thrown back into his own body in the cold, nightly reality of her balcony.
His eyes were wide open and sweat droplets had appeared on his face underneath the white mask. With trembling hands he heard the sleeping woman scream out a name on the peak of her pleasure.
I heard it loud and clear.
The ANBU gulped.
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He couldn't count how many times he had told himself to not slip into her dreamy mind again to take a look at her dreams, but he had never dared to stay that long and never in his whole shinobi career had someone noticed his presence nor even had he been kicked out of someone's dream. To that night he had been sure that wasn't even possible.
What is HE doing in her dream?
How was he even able to notice me?
He acted on his own like he was no product of her own imagination. Could that mean…?
No, he wouldn't, right?
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The ANBU on her balcony chuckled and shook his head. Then he returned to his book.
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… The young man was fascinated by the perfectly sculpted body sitting in his lap. Her boobs were just the right size, a handful not too much and not too less. Her moist folds began to rub against his painfully erected member in slow circles, only a thin layer of underwear separated them. He thought he wouldn't take the teasing any longer and he began to suck on her taut nipples.
Then he pulled her near for another kiss and she pressed him down by the chest onto the mattress. A small hand of the woman he desired so much brushed from his strong pecs over his prominent abs downwards. It was obviously aimed for a lower destination. Groaning in appreciation he returned his attention to her face as he noticed her swollen, blurry eyes. As her hand had just reached its destination and closed around his pulsating shaft, his hands stopped her.
"Asagao, not like this."
She looked startled and all of a sudden very fragile and self-concious."I thought you want me?"
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"Trust me, I want you." He snorted and pinched the bridge of his nose suddenly feeling like a complete idiot.
"I just don't want it that way. Asagao, we both had a lot of drinks. Our first time together should be special, not some drunk hump we both might regret." …
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I still can't belief that you chose Asagao for her name. Quite fitting to be a creation of the knucklehead only! I can imagine that carries the signature of Jiraiya too.*chuckle*
(This Japanese flower only blooms in the morning and cool time, that's why it's called "morning glory" in Japanese. Naruto and Sakura's relationship had started in one of the colder late summer nights. Also Asagao in floral language has the meaning of "Brief love" and "Bond of love". Now you may understand the meaning behind that name.)
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… "You think you would regret it?" The woman snorted grouchily. Apparently she had gotten the wrong end of the stick.
"Yes. I mean no!"
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The unique girl with the rosé golden hair tried to get up due to his bad choice of words, but his hands on her wrists stopped her.
"Dammit! What I mean is I want to remember every single second of it. I want you to enjoy it as much as I do and I want to make this last."
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"To make this last?" Disbelieving green eyes bore into his blue ones.
"Yes, I won't be satisfied with just one meaningless, intoxicated night, Asagao. As I said, I want you. I want you not only for that, I want to be with you. It's all I ever wanted since we first met, Asagao. I love you."
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She didn't respond, instead she hid her exposed chest with her arms and stared out of the window.
As her bottom lip started to quiver and tears assembled in her eyes the blonde man pulled her down gently onto his broad chest to cuddle her and give her as much comfort as he could. In an instant the young woman fell asleep curled up to his side.
For a while his fingers continued to brush through her hair in a soothing manner until he followed her into the land of dreams eventually.
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The ANBU closed his book and decided to call it a night.
I'm glad you had treated her with decency and respect, Naruto.