A/N: I should be asleep. It is 5:00 am. There is not a lot of varied sentences in this chapter (not that I put much effort into that usually), but there's a lot of repetition sorry, lol. Anyways, here's a lime!

"What's the matter?"

"I'm so horny."

Asami burst out laughing. She clutched her stomach and leaned against the brick wall beside them. They were standing by a convenience store with ice pops in their hands. Sumire had gotten through her Thursday morning courses and met her friend that she hadn't seen in a while.

"What about those co-workers of yours. I'm sure one of them would be willing to get down and dirty with you."

"…well…"

"What? What? Tell me tell me!"

"I told you Kisame-sama took me in, right?"

"Uh huh…"

"Yesterday… he offered to… 'service' me."

"Service?"

"…yeah… 'service'… I don't know… should I take his offer?"

"If you're horny and he's hot I don't see an issue."

"But what… what if things get awkward after?"

"Why would they get awkward?"

"We're living together. We'll see each other every day and things could change. We could become super awkward and… we get along so well right now I don't want to mess things up… But I'm so attracted to him…"

"You could be friends with benefits."

"I don't know if I'm comfortable with that though."

"Do you want to date him?"

"…I don't know. I… might… But also I don't sometimes because we get along good as friends. I don't know what he's like as a… you know."

"That's what dating is all about. Getting to see if you go well together in romance. I say go for it."

"Date him?"

"No. Bang him."

Sumire sighed and licked at her ice pop.

"Having sex with someone doesn't ruin the potential of a relationship in my opinion. Sex is just an activity between two or more consenting adults. Literally all it is… people get so worked up about it."

"…maybe I should."

"Date him?"

"Bang him."

Asami giggled proudly.

"What's the worst that could happen?"

"I could die."

"Why, is he huge?"

Sumire flushed:

"No! …I don't know!"

"You should find out."

There was a brief silence between the pair, both letting their minds wander to unknown places.

"He might be…"

Asami was grinning and letting out little amused sounds.

"How tall is he?"

"6'4" I think."

"Damn girl! He's over a foot taller than you!"

"I know!"

"Can you handle all that man?"

"…we'll see…"

"That's my girl."

Early that Evening

Sumire was excited to use the bath before bed, but first she wanted to have a seat with some coffee and a book. In the guest room she became disoriented, placing her book on the nightstand, then her coffee, then fluffing her pillows. She looked around for her book only to remember she had placed it on her nightstand a moment ago. Sumire plopped herself on the bed and the coffee splashed onto her wrist, she yelped and dropped the mug. The dark thin liquid spilled over the comforters, immediately being absorbed into the thick cottony fabric.

She picked up the mug and darted to the kitchen to find some paper towels. Time passed with her helplessly patting at the large dark brown stain. Oh no. She bunched up the dirtied cloth and headed towards the back of home where the laundry room was. Kisame appeared out of his doorway just as she passed it.

"What'cha doing there?"

She slowly turned around, her face half-hidden by the large comforter.

"I'm sorry Kisame-sama…" she lifted her chin up and pushed the edge of the blanket down. "I spilled coffee on your sheets, I'll try to get the stain out, but I don't know if I'll be able to."

"Don't worry about it…" he paused, considering the thought that had appeared in his mind. "I was planning on getting you new sheets anyway. You busy tonight?"

"…um… no…"

"Let's go to Ikea."

"Ikea?"

"Yes."

"I've never been to Ikea." Her voice became small and she swayed from side to side.

"Then we're going to Ikea."

She giggled excitedly.

"Just toss those in the laundry room and I'll figure out what to do with them later."

"Okay!"

Sumire giddily rushed to the furthest room back and threw the sheets into a corner of the laundry room. When she returned Kisame was sliding a thin coat over his broad shoulders in the foyer. She darted into her room to grab her phone then joined him at the front door to slip on her shoes.

X

Kisame drove the car steadily to the furniture store a few districts away. She bounced in the passenger seat, as he pulled into the large parking structure.

"Let's play a game."

She sharply turned her head to him, grinning with increased excitement.

"Hide and seek. You go in and find somewhere to hide. I'll come find you in one minute."

"I don't want to get lost."
"I know this place really well. Don't worry. If I can't find you after 10 minutes I'll call you."

"Okay."

She opened the door and stepped out, glancing back at him before shutting the door. Sumire moved quickly despite not knowing where she was going. Inside she wound through the large space, passing the living room displays and entering a small section with stacks of towels and some stuffed animals. She looked around and found she was alone. Her anxiety made her check her watch. He's coming in soon. I need to make a decision. She sat on the edge of the bin and leaned back. She hoped to reach a bottom quickly, but she fell backwards into the mass only stopping after she had sunk in deeply. The stuffed animals closed in around her without suffocating her. Her heart pounded hard, her hands beginning to shake with nervousness, her body curling up and twisting with discomfort. Oh no. She couldn't find a grip. Oh no. Her foot was suddenly caught between the planks of wooden bottom. Crap.

X

Kisame waited two minutes to exit the car, her wants to give her a good start. People cautiously walked around him, only gazing for a few moments before putting their head down and darting past. He was used to this for the most part, but today he was especially immune. Somewhere hiding in this store was an adorable small woman he was eager to find. Kisame looked around slowly, enjoying the idea of being on a hunt. She could be in a cabinet somewhere. He stood in front of a set of storage cubicles and opened one. It was empty. He chuckled to himself and closed the door, he continued through the living room area until he reached the small area with towels and various other soft items. To his left was a stack of pillows and in the corner was a large mass of stuffed animals. She wouldn't pick here would she? She's small… He decided to check the next section instead.

Ten minutes passed and Kisame had yet to find her. He picked up his phone and dialed her number.

X

Sumire felt her phone vibrating in her pocket, she squirmed desperately, her fingers edged to her pocket. She finally pried it out and held it against her ear.

"Guess I lose." He chuckled.

"I'm stuck." She blurted.

He grinned and started walking one direction.

"Where are you stuck?"

"Stuffed animals, by the towels."

"Exactly where I didn't look."

He turned around and headed back.

"Please hurry."

It took only a minute to reach the large pile of plushies.

"Little Puffer."

A few fingers appeared out from between two stuffed animals. He gently took her hand and lifted.

"Wait," her voice came out muffled. "My foot is still stuck."

He let his fingers slide around her wrist while she squirmed and squirmed.

"Is it your bad ankle?"

"Yes, but I've almost got it."

After a few more shifts, she was able to slip her foot form between the floor boards.

"Okay…"
Kisame lifted her upwards, causing the mountain of softness fall away from her. He continued to lift her under she was above the plushies. With her free hand she grabbed his thick wrist. She swung her legs:

"I'm a monkey!"

He loosened his grip and she hung from his outstretched arm. She swung her legs again.

"This is so fun!"

"I'm not a playground."

She smiled up at him:

"So I can't keep playing with you?"

"You want to play some more?"
She nodded as he lowered her to the ground.

"Alright, I'll only give you three minutes this time."

She was off. In the bedroom section, she searched but she could not find a decent hiding space, at least one where she would be completely concealed. I have way less time, just pick something! She slipped behind a curtain and spotted a bed with large, thick covers. Maybe if I flatten out… Whatever just do it. She hid beneath the covers.

Kisame walked slowly. He had an idea of where she may have hidden this time. He waited for the few people around them to exit the section and he approached a wide, opaque white curtain. He silently stepped behind it and spotted a lumpy mass beneath a thick white blanket.

"I wonder…" he mused allowed.

He edged towards the bed.

"Is that a little puffer beneath those sheets?"

Sumire bit her lip to stifle a giggle. Kisame grabbed her foot and she yelped. He chuckled as he climbed over the small body, still hiding from him. He could hear her small eruptions of laughter, only slightly muffled.

"Come out now."

"No."

He tugged the edge down and she tried to pull it back over her face only to have it torn from her hands. She pushed against his face. He grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them to either side of her head.

"Stop it!"

She struggled against him, but it was impossible to fight against Kisame. Their eyes met and a sigh left her lips. Her chest rose and fell, the feeling of being held down and towered over made her nervous and excited. They remained staring at one another, the tension rising between them. Her legs slid up until they were bent at the knee and she moved her head slightly, blush rising to her face.

"What're you gonna do now?"

He turned his head and leaned down.

"What do you want me to do?"

Another sigh and he was upon her. Their mouths molded ferociously, the tension that had been building since she entered his home only a few days before was unleashed. Her fingers brushed along his muscles beneath his shirt, his hands were smoothing over every inch of her body. She moaned and arched against the feeling, he groaned and growled against her lips. They were so consumed with touching one another that they had forgotten where they were. The sound of footsteps and chatter caused Kisame to leap back, almost knocking over a desk set up across from the bed. Sumire sat up quickly, tossing the sheets away. She patted her fuzzy hair and ran her fingers through it in an attempt to smooth it out while the large man moved to another part of the setup, pretending to be interested in a set of drawers.

"…let's get that new bedset." He said without looking at her.

"Yes." She stood, still brushing through her hair.

He snatched up a single set in a bin by the entrance to the display and they silently walked through the rest of the store until they reached the cashiers. Sumire glanced at the man near her over and over again, wondering what he was thinking about.

They exited Ikea and were in his car once again. It was then she noticed his grin.

Fuck it, she thought, her fingers squeezing the edge of her shorts. I'm gonna fuck him.

X

They entered his home, night had fallen. She slipped off her shoes and stopped just as she had stepped out of the patch of stone in front of the door. Sumire squeezed her thighs together and shifted in place. She looked down at the floorboards nervously.

"Um, Kisame-sama."

Kisame suppressed a hungry groan in the base of his throat at the sight of the small woman gripping the edge of her shirt and swaying her hips. Sumire didn't know how to initiate these sort of things. She was very nervous, very shy, though very willing. She was hoping he would notice what she wanted. Kisame scanned over her small form again.

"Is something the matter, Sumire?"

"Um,"

"Do you have an ache somewhere?"

She squirmed a little more visibly. He licked his lips. I thought so.

"Where are you aching?" he asked.

His hands rested on either side of her waist and he drew her closer to him. She was blushing deeply but she didn't answer. She kept her begging eyes on him.

"I guess I'll have to examine you thoroughly to find out." He said.

Their eyes met as he waited for some confirmation.

"Please do." She said faintly.

His large mouth captured hers in a deep kiss. The roughness of the kiss ignited a fire in her belly. She cupped both sides of his face and kissed him back eagerly. He lifted her up easily, causing her to yelp against his mouth. He set her on the small nightstand that he kept in the hallway. His lips trailed down her jawline to her neck, leaving a trail of nips. He pulled away briefly to ask:

"How's your ankle?"

"It's okay now."

"Good."

One of his large hands traveled up beneath her shirt and kneaded her breast. A faint gasp left her slightly swollen lips. His thumb brushed over the small nub barely poking through the cloth of her bra.

"Already huh?"

He quickly pushed the shirt and the cup away to reveal her taut nipple. His mouth descended upon it quickly, sucking harshly. Another gasp left her lips and her thighs pressed together. The sensation of his pointed teeth on her sensitive skin caused a jolt of heat to rush down her body.

"You are either very sensitive or you haven't had a good fucking in a while…" he said when he lifted his head.

"Probably… both…" she replied softly.

She couldn't stop her body from shivering. He's so rough… I'm so hot… if he touches me down there I might… He grinned at her flushed complexion and the attractive expression on her face. Her lips were parted and her chest was rising and falling with her shallow pants of arousal.

"I wonder…" he said absentmindedly as the hand that was gripping her breast smoothed down her torso to the edge of her shorts.

He easily undid the belt, button, and zipper and dipped his hand down. She cried out at the feel of his hand cupping her heat. Oh no… I'm… really close… Her hands tightened into fists and she pressed them to her chest.

"You're already wet," he chuckled, "Your body is starving…"

"W-w-" The heat in her abdomen intensified.

Her body arched at the feel of his finger pushing inside.

"W-wait… K-kisame-sama, I-I'm…"

He began to pump it in and out of her.

"I-I'm… coming!" her voice got higher in pitch and she shut her eyes as she convulsed atop his hand.

He felt her walls beginning to throb around his digit.

"Already?" he chuckled again.

He removed his hand and tugged her shorts and panties off her. He lifted her legs up and knelt down in front of her.

"K-kisame-sama."

"You're dripping."

She felt his breath over her heat and she became nervous again. He's not going to… She cried out when his tongue dipped between the folds.

"W-w-w-wait K-Kisame-s-s-sama, that's... that's… so e-e-embarrassing… ah… ah…"

His tongue moved in and out slowly, gently stroking the sensitive walls. He sucked on her extended lips, making loud slurping sounds as he did so.

"D-don't make s-such weird noises, ah!"

His tongue circled around her clit, careful not to touch it directly, then pushed back inside of her.

"Again… again… I'm gonna come again!" she cried.

He maintained the stroking of his tongue as her hips writhed in his grip. She cried out as another explosion of heat engulfed her senses. Her nails dug into her palms as her body shivered over and over. Her eyes shut tightly and she bit her lip.

Kisame rose licking his lips clean.

"You make such cute noises."

She was panting heavily; her eyes were glazed over.

"You look like you're about to pass out." He commented.

She nodded slightly and he picked her up.

"Nap time."

"But… Kisame-sama… hasn't…" her voice was very faint as he carried her to his bedroom down the hall.

"You wouldn't be able to handle it in the state that you're in." he laughed.

He laid her across his bed and climbed in beside her.

"Just rest. I'll have my turn eventually."

She could no longer muster the energy to answer him. With the last of her strength she curled up on his large chest and fell asleep. Kisame looked over her peaceful expression. I could get used to this.