A/N: This chapter was written MONTHS ago, but I hadn't had time to add the first two sections. Hehehehehehehehe. Here you go~

Sometime as she slept he gently pushed her off onto the bed. She whined and fussed while trying to crawl back onto his chest much to his amusement, but he managed to slip from her grip. He headed to the restroom, still listening to the woman whining on his bed. Her fingers sleepily searched for her source of warmth, but she could not find it. He returned in time to watch the small form wiggling atop the bedsheets, her bare bottom raising and dropping as she moved.

Kisame tossed aside his shirt then undid his belt-buckle, for his pants had become uncomfortably tight. They pooled around his ankles. He kicked them away before returning to the bed in only his boxers.

As soon as he was within reach, Sumire crawled to him and curled up against his side. Her short pale leg hooked around his upper thigh and she rubbed her cheek against the cool skin of his pectoral. She released another sleepy moan and her body relaxed.

His fingers began on her back then trailed to her waist. Her thigh brushed upwards against the bulge and he suppressed a groan. Since his "servicing" he had been deeply aroused. Listening to her moan and feeling her body writhe in his grip had him eager for some "service" of his own, but he knew if they had continued she would have passed out and he would no longer hear those cute, high-pitched moans.

He gingerly gave her bottom a squeeze. His free hand adjusted his arousal away from her shifting thigh. Sumire's breasts pressed into his side and he realized he would go mad without some sort of relief. His hand dipped beneath the edge of his boxers.

Friday Morning

By the time she awoke, Kisame was already dressed for work. Sumire rushed to the bathroom to wash up quickly. When she emerged dressed and ready to go he handed her a toasted bagel with cream cheese. She paused, gazing at her breakfast as though it were the greatest gift she had ever received. Though it wasn't the breakfast she was in awe of, it was the sudden realization of what had occurred the previous evening.

We. Did. That.

Her face flushed and she thanked him sheepishly, cradling the bagel against her chest and avoiding meeting his gaze.

But he didn't really get to do anything. Is he mad?

"Let's go."

"Un."

She followed him out to the car and quietly ate in the passenger seat as he drove to the concert hall.

I hope he isn't mad…

When they entered the concert hall he walked off without a word.

He is mad… isn't he…

"Sumire-san," Itachi's voice snapped her from her thoughts.

"Hai?"

"Are you alright?"

She nodded.

6 Days Later…

Sumire had pulled her knees up to her chest, holding a book in her hands. Out the window she could see Kisame hard at work, trimming the hedges of the bushes that lined the front of his house. Just beyond him she could see pavement with rippling waves of heat atop it. I bet he's suffering. Should I make him some tea? She set the book aside and went to the kitchen to search through his cabinets. Oh! She spotted a small dark green box behind a few metal tins. Barley tea! Cold barley tea is the best for days like this! She shifted the contents of the cabinet aside to retrieve the box and placed it onto the counter. She found an empty pitcher and some cups in another cabinet, then proceeded to fill it with room temperature water. A short while later she had finished steeping the tea. She poured some into a cup of ice and carried the drink towards the slightly ajar front door.

Kisame heard his front door open and he rose from trimming the edges of the bush in front of him. He had been working up a nasty sweat. Though the labor itself wasn't much intensive, the heat from the sun was blistering.

"Kisame-sama." She said as she approached him. "I've brought you some barley tea."

He moved the shears to one hand and took the cup from her hands. He swallowed down the contents, in one large gulp, then let the small mass of ice slide to the back of his throat. She stared at him with her mouth agape. Holy crap… She heard him crushing the ice with his sharp teeth. A smile came to her lips.

"I guess you were really thirsty."

The white shirt he wore was soaked in sweat and it was clinging to his skin. The transparency of material demonstrated his muscular blue skin. He's so masculine… Just as she was recalling how hard his chest had been he held the cup back out to her. She jumped a little.

"Thanks."

"I'll get you some more."

She spun around and walked back into the house. Kisame watched her as she went, eyeing her bottom and legs as they disappeared back into the cool air conditioned home.

Sumire fanned herself with her hand while waiting for the ice machine to dispense into the cup. Her shoulders hunched and she felt a flush coming over her cheeks. We haven't… After he did that… he hasn't tried initiating since then… did he really mean to 'service' me and that be it? The cup overflowed and she pulled it back, catching the few ice that tumbled over the edges.

"Cold cold cold!"

She threw the ice into the sink and wiggled her hand in the air, waiting for the pain from the ice to stop. She used her other hand to pour more tea, then took the cup back out to Kisame.

Her hand was still wiggling by her side as she held out the cup to him.

"What's with your hand?"

"It super cold now." She said while handing the cup to him.

"Is it?" He drank the tea slower this time.

She reached out and touched his arm.

"You tell me."

"Not really."

"Humph."

Their proximity provided him with the opportunity to gaze down at her. The tank top she wore showed a bit of cleavage.

"I thought it would still be cold." Her hand remained where it was, feeling the muscles in his arm.

When she finally lifted her hand, she started fanning herself once again. Sweat had already begun to form on her exposed skin.

"I don't know how you're doing this." she said with a soft laugh.

He titled his head back to swallow down the last of the tea in the cup. Once he had captured all of the ice again he handed her back the cup. He watched a single drop of sweat travel down between her exposed cleavage, he licked his lips. Sumire took the cup back.

"There's more inside if you want it."

She returned to the home, closing the door behind her and making sure it was unlocked. The cool air from the ceiling fan's soothed her warm skin. She returned to the couch to read.

X

An hour later Kisame reentered his home. He peeled the sweat soaked white t-shirt from his skin and threw it into the hamper in the small laundry room. He stretched his arms over his head, groaning as he felt his muscles tensing beneath his skin. In the living room he spotted Sumire sitting on his couch, curled up with a book in her hands, and a look of complete absorption in the material she was reading. Her pose made her look much smaller and more fragile. He could see the back of her thighs and the curve of her bottom, just barely peeking out of her shorts. He plopped down next to her, looking at her breasts, unknowingly being pushed together by her right arm as it held the book up to her face.

Sumire set a bookmark once she reached the end of a paragraph and looked at the tall, strange looking man that was sitting beside her.

"All done?" she asked, though she knew the answer, setting the book on the coffee table in front of them.

"Ah."

"You must be tired."

"Not really."

"But you're sweating." She reached over and wiped a bead on his temple with the back of her hand.

"It was hot." He grasped her hand as she pulled it away. "Your hand is cool now."

He placed it on his forehead. She scooted over so as to not be uncomfortable while he used her hand as a cool compress.

"It's not that cool."

"Cool enough."

A few moments passed. When his grip loosened she began to drop her hand. He took it once again and planted a kiss on the back. She let out a soft gasp of surprise, then watched as he moved towards her, leaving a trail of kisses all along her arm.

"K-kisame-sama."

Each gentle press of his rough lips set a spark along her skin to her loins. Her thighs squeezed together in a reflexive demonstration of arousal. He placed his other hand behind her back as he neared her shoulder. He pulled her towards him as he pressed his lips to the exposed curve of her breast, then began sucking gently on the skin.

"Kisame-samaaaa." She whined.

The feel of his teeth made her grasp his biceps, his hands having both gone to her waist to hold her in place. He continued his teasing trail of kisses up her neck to her cheek, stopping just before he reached her lips.

"I've been thinking about you all damn week." He spoke finally.

Her cheeks became red.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

He pushed her down against the couch suddenly. His eyes devoured the image of her breasts bouncing as she landed against the cushions.

"I could tell you were thinking about it too," he began. "I thought the anticipation would help you be ready when we finally get down to business."

She looked somewhat confused by his statement. Looking down she noticed a rather large bulge in his pants.

"Whoa." She said softly.

"Like I said," he leaned down and kissed her chest once again, "You need to be prepped to handle what's coming to you."

He looks pretty big from here… but that could just be his pants… He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue easily pushing past her lips to stroke hers. She let out another moan of arousal as his hand grasped her thinly clothed breast, kneading her through her tank top.

He's going so slow… I'm already so hot… I wish he would just… He pulled her shirt off her rather roughly, then did the same with her bra.

"Don't rip it! I like those." She said, patting his arm disapprovingly.

He chuckled as he tossed them aside. The cool air from the fans perked up her nipples immediately. He watched them tighten then released a growl of hunger, dropping down quickly and taking one into his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair, biting her lip, and squirming as his large tongue teased the sensitive nub. When his teeth grazed the skin she let out a yelp. The heat in her abdomen was becoming unbearable. Her walls ached for friction, her body shivered with anticipation, her breathing had already become labored.

Kisame felt his full arousal struggling against his pants, twitching when he heard those soft little gasps and moans coming from the small body beneath his. Though, now that he had his hands entirely on her, now that she was slowly becoming bare before him, he felt some apprehension. She is so tiny… I actually don't know if it'll fit… If she's wet enough maybe…

"Ah, Kisame-sama, stop teasing me." She moaned.

He swallowed a grunt. Well if she wants it so bad.

He tugged at her shorts and underwear and she raised her hips to assist him. He pulled them off in one smooth motion and tossed them somewhere across the room. He lifted her legs and leaned down to put his mouth on her but she placed her hand on his head.

"No, not that…" She said faintly.

His eyes drifted back to the scar on her hip and he grasped her thigh, kissing the patch of skin. He looked up at the embarrassed blush on her face and chuckled. Her shyness waking up the dominance in his nature.

"If not that then… do you want this?" he took her hand and placed it on the bulge.

"…yes…" she couldn't manage to make her voice any louder. He feels… kind of big…

He undid the belt and zipper of his pants while her hand retreated. As he pulled his hardened length out she couldn't withhold a gasp. He's… enormous… there's no fucking way… He pushed her legs up and apart, nestling himself between them, then rested his manhood against her abdomen with chuckle:

"It goes past your belly button."

At seeing the large organ against her body she became extremely nervous.

"That's… it's… there's…" she couldn't fashion a sentence, instead she continued to gawk.

Her eyes were wide with both terror and fascination. How is this attached to a human? He leaned down and kissed her gently pulling his hips back slightly to brush against her heat. She let out a whimper of fear.

"Want to give it a try?" he asked when he lifted his head slightly from hers.

Her hands tightened into fists against her chest. She fidgeted beneath him. As nervous as she was, the ache in her body had not dissipated. Instead the idea of trying to fit him inside of her increased her arousal.

"O-okay…"

He let out a little chuckle.

"Don't be afraid, I'll go extra slow." He kissed her neck.

He brought his hips back and positioned his tip to her just against the damp lips. Now that he saw it in comparison to her entrance, her apprehensiveness returned. This is going to hurt; I have a feeling it's going to really hurt, the nervous girl squeezed her small fists. He gently guided his tip between the soft outer lips, taking his time to stroke and massage her entrance. She let out a little moan, the light friction almost began to ease her, but the feeling of him beginning to press inside made her tense up. He left his manhood barely pressing into her and leaned down to kiss her again.

"Relax baby." He kissed along her neck, teasing her skin with his tongue. "I promise it'll make you feel good. You just gotta…" he began pushing into her. "…relax."

She gasped and dug her nails into his biceps, instinctively tensing as he pushed. No it hurts, it hurts. He saw her wincing and felt her muscles tightening around him. His hands slowly wandered her body, caressing, kneading, massaging where ever he pleased. He continued to kiss her neck as her head fell back. She took a deep breath. I'm… surprised I'm not panicking. He's being so… gentle. I didn't take him as the gentle type. She took another deep breath, enjoying the feel of his large rough hands on her body. I bet it would feel really good… He felt her walls relaxing around him and he slowly pushed in more. She gasped again, her grip tightening.

"Well, you got my tip in." he said with a laugh.

Her hips twitched and she couldn't respond, though there was so little of him inside of her, her body felt unbearably warm. He pushed a tiny bit further.

"This is the widest part." He informed her.

He gets wider? Holy cuuuuuraaaaaaaap. Her thought was accompanied by another gasp as he was able to push another inch in.

"There you go baby." He spoke breathlessly against her ear. "I told you, just relax."

"Wait! Wait! Please."

Her eyes were filled with tears now.

"Just wait, for a little bit… like this…" she said weakly.

He placed a hand beside her head, the other running up and down along her inner thigh. His body towered over hers. She felt tiny, overwhelmed, overfilled, yet she had only gotten one third of him in. Her small hands reached out to touch his face and bring him down to hers. Their lips met hard for a moment, but after a second he slowed it down. He lightly tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, letting his tongue brush out leisurely. She nipped at his tongue and he let out a grunt of arousal. Fuck I'm sick of this slow shit, I just want to pound her, if I do that though she'll break. Her hand smoothed up along his forearm.

"I'm ready." She said softly, her eyes were still glossy from her tears and a flattering flush was prevalent upon her cheeks.

If she wasn't so damn cute, I would have lost it already.

He pulled back to the edge of his tip and slowly pushed back in, taking the opportunity to add another inch inside of her. She cried out.

"Just relax and it'll feel really good."

He repeated the motion.

"God it's so big." She moaned.

Though the sensation was rough at first, the waves of gentle heat overcame her senses. The heat traveled from her abdomen outwards enveloping every inch of her skin. Her hands returned to her chest in tightened fists and her hips began to naturally rock against his movements.

Watching her writhe beneath him ignited a flame in his body, but he held back. As much as he wanted to push her ankles behind her head and slam her, he had learned to endure until she was ready.

"More~"

Already? He added more of his length to his slow thrusts and she released a moan of approval. Halfway? I'm impressed. He let another little chuckle.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yesss." She drew out the word her hips rising up to his oncoming length.

"Wanna take more?"

"Yes!" her voice came out more enthusiastically than she had meant it to.

He let out a groan and slowed down to see how far he could go before she said stop. Her voice rang out as he pushed in. His attention was drawn to the lewd expression on her face, enough so that he didn't even notice his hips hitting hers. Her hands went to his abdomen the sensation of his tip against her cervix making her tremble. Her body twitched and convulsed at the feeling, indescribable, but incredible. Her hands frantically searched for something to grab, settling on her own hair and the edge of the couch. Another helpless moan left her lips.

He looked down and saw himself almost entirely sheathed by her heat and a grin appeared on his face.

"Damn." He pulled out slightly, seeing his length coated in a thin white liquid. And she's soaking wet too…

"Damn." He repeated. "Ready baby?"

She nodded. He pulled out to the tip and pushed back in, earning another loud cry from her. He placed her ankles on his shoulders. Her body jumped in response. Fuck she looks so damn good.

"Kisame-sama." She moaned out his name as he settled into a steady rhythm.

"Like how that feels?"

"Oh god yessss."

He groaned in liking to her responses and the feel of her hips rolling up to meet his own. As he moved he felt her walls becoming slicker and easier to enter. Fuck she feels great, nice and tight and wet. He added just a bit more speed to his movements, finally feeling a heat in his own abdomen.

The sensations were incredible. So deep, so thorough in stroking every reachable inch of her insides. A coil in her center was intensifying, she was nearing an orgasm.

"Keep going like that." She moaned out, a wordless sound followed.

He complied with her request, though he still was wanting speed, ferocity, the sounds of a woman screeching beneath him in ecstasy. It's probably too much to ask for that at first, I doubt she'd be able to handle it.

At finally reaching an orgasm her body convulsed and her walls tightened pushing him out. I guess this is it. He thought already missing the feeling of her heat around him. He was preparing to release her when she said:

"Don't stop."

He looked at her, not entirely sure that he had heard her correctly. He scanned the soft featured face, her eyes half lidded. Her shyness returned and she looked away from him.

"What was that?" he still couldn't believe her.

Her small hand dropped down to between her legs and she nervously parted the lips with her fingers. His eyes widened.

"Please come back." Her shy gaze darted from his face to the somewhere away from him. "I want to keep going."

He wanted to curse with joy, but instead he eagerly pushed himself into her. Her body arched at the feeling of his length returning, her walls made extra slick by her first orgasm. He immediately began to thrust with a bit more enthusiasm that he had before. Her moans of approval encouraging his hips.

"More please… ah… it feels so good…"

"Think you can take it?"

"Yes, please. More. I can handle it Kisame-sama. Please."

He growled and increased his speed.

"Harder, please."

God those 'pleases'. He tried not to thrust hard enough to cause their hips to meet. Though a build had begun in his own abdomen. Her hands cupped his face again.

"Please. Don't hold back. Fuck me hard and fast, please."

"Fuck." He pushed her thighs up and slammed hard into her heat.

She screeched with delight, her body writhing.

"More, don't stop! Ah! More!"

He groaned and jack hammered his hips ferociously against hers. His hands were on either side of her head, her legs held up against them. He looked down at her, looking for signs of pain or discomfort, instead he was met with a glossy pair of eyes and pink lips parted in an incredibly lewd expression.

"Kisame-sama's huge cock makes my pussy feel so good!"

"Fuck." He cursed again feeling his body barreling towards its limit.

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

Her body convulsed and liquid came spurting out onto his length as it was pushed out once again. He cursed again, replacing his tip to her entrance. Her hips jumped away.

"Wait… too sensitive…"

He let out a growl of disapproval and grasped her hips to push in. She cried out as he proceeded to ram mercilessly into her.

"It's too much it's too much!"

"Just take it baby… fuck… a little longer."

"Ah! Ah! It's too big! It's too big!"

His hips slammed against hers with everything he had, finally peaking, he yanked himself out and released below her hips.

"Are you okay?" his mind was clearing.

She nodded.

"Sorry."

His head hid in the crook of her neck as he tried to steady his breathing.

"It's okay…" a blush came upon her cheeks. "I'd never done that before."

"Done what?"

"Um… well… squirt…"

He chuckled, kissing her below her ear.

"Did it feel good?" his head rose.

She nodded again.

"Good."

Despite her embarrassment she kissed his forehead. He chuckled:

"The way you started talking at the end..."

Her hands immediately covered her face.

"Don't talk about it!"

He took her hands from her face, pinning them on either side of her head and kissed her. She suddenly squeezed her legs together and squirmed.

"What's up?"

"It… feels strange… down there…"

He released one of her wrists and pushed his hand between her legs. He pushed a finger into her, causing her to cry out. He chuckled, feeling her throbbing walls slowly collapsing around his digit.

"You got used to having something big in you. Now you're going back to normal."

He gently curled his finger. She yelped.

"Don't you understand your own anatomy?"

"Yes, I do! It just feels weird." Her hips twitched as he slowly removed his finger. "Like… it's still inside…"

He chuckled again.

"Don't worry." Another kiss to her lips. "You'll get to feel it again soon."

She turned her crimson face away from him. Her body still experiencing tiny pulsations as her walls returned to normal.

"I could use a bath." He commented rising above her.

Sumire gazed up at the large man hovering over her.

"Me too…" she said softly.

"Care to join me?"

She giggled:

"Un!"