"Tell me."
"No…"
"Tell. Me."
"No…"
"God damn it, woman, just tell me!"
Ok, anyone has to admit, it's very rare to see a full grown Uchiha making demands like a sniveling child. So what had happened was… well… when he went all demonic, he was not really himself.
Therefore, the Uchiha had no current memory of what had been said about her biggest regret. She refused to tell him, because it was a sting to her pride to submit so easily like she had: and besides, after how he reacted the first time, Kagome figured he was better off not knowing. That was until he started begging her to tell him what happened while he was out. You see what's happening above? That's been going on for an hour.
"Tell me!"
She smirked. "Not a chance, sweet cheeks."
He growled and she faked surprise. "Oh, that's right! How could I forget? You're name is Mr. Giggles!"
His growls got louder. "Why are you so stubborn, woman?" He glared fiercely
She glared back with full force. "Why are you so demanding, man?"
"Ask anyone. It runs in the family."
She sighed and looked around at their surroundings in the prison cell. "Well it doesn't really look like anyone is asking anyone anything, now does it?"
He snorted. "No shit, really?"
"You're the one who told me to," she attempted a pitiful mimic of the Uchiha's deep lazy voice, "'ask anyone', you asshole!"
"That was a very pitiful attempt to talk like me…"
She growled. "Oh yea?" she stomped up to him and poked his chest. "I'd like to see you try to sound like me!"
"I can't," he growled. "You're voice is too fucking high pitched!"
"Fuck you!"
"I suppose, if you wish it…" Kagome rolled her eyes.
"Oh how very mature of you, Sasuke!"
He chuckled. "I know."
During the whole argument, Kagome had been staring at the Uchiha's neck. She felt an abrupt wave of desire wash over her.
He did a double take at the look in her eyes. He smirked. I know that look…
Desire.
He reached behind her and picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist instantly. He looked up at her smugly.
"So, what was that about 'fuck you'?"
All the times he teased her senses unmercifully came to mind and she almost groaned in horror, but contained it. Instead, she took to doing what he did to her.
She took no time in attacking his neck with nips and sucks. She opened her mouth as far as it could go and gently scraped her teeth along his neck as it was closing again, then she sucked on his Adam apple.
Surprised at the attack, he backed up against the wall with weak knees and growled in pleasure.
She opened her eyes and thought smugly, One word, bitch: payback!
It felt wrong being the only one getting pleasure, so he started gently messaging her thighs, scratching her stomach, even pinching her hardening nipples. She moaned and she ran her nails down his chest, causing his muscles to twitch.
"W-wait," she gasped. "Weren't we in the middle of an argument?"
He met her eyes and smirked deviously.
"Ever heard of make-up sex, babe?"
