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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The girls rushed out of the house and toward school but paused when they saw two strange kids walk into the school. They walked into the school and frowned when they saw the same two kids looking at their lockers.
"Can we help you?" Danielle asked as she moved closer to them. They turned around and smiled at them.
"Sure Danielle although I do know my way around." Danielle stared at the boy with suspicion.
"How the hell do you know my name?" He smirked and bowed forward.
"Allow me to introduce myself I am Yuroichi, oh wait you know who I am!" Danielle stared at him, his eyes were bright blue, his hair was black, and his skin was a dark golden tan color. She looked at the girl and noticed her hair and skin were the same color but her eyes were golden.
"Kirara?" Corissa asked in confusion. "You're really pretty." She muttered in slight puzzlement. "What are you doing here?"
"We've come to take care of the problem."
"What problem?"
"The reason why you two aren't together with Sasuke and Itachi."
"I never thought I would be talking eye to eye with my cat before." Corissa muttered in annoyance.
"Well I'm not your cat right now and I have a different name for a while." Kirara said as she got into her backpack.
"What's your name then?"
"Kira."
"And since Danielle calls me Yuro I thought that could be my name. Sasuke and Itachi would be none the wiser."
"We don't need help, get out of here!" Corissa hissed and began pushing Kirara out of the school when she heard Shika, Naruto and Sasuke call her name. She groaned and stopped pushing Kirara to stand and forced a smile at them. "Morning guys." Yuro put his arm around Danielle's shoulder and pulled her close to him. Itachi wandered up a moment later and saw Danielle in the arms of another boy and found himself getting jealous.
"Danielle who is this?" Danielle glanced at Itachi and was about to reply when Yuro beat her too it.
"Well hello there! I'm a close friend of Danielle's; Kira over there and I are new here." Sasuke raised a brow at Kira and moved closer to her.
"So your name is Kira is it?" Kira turned her head to the side and giggled girlishly at him.
"Why yes it is. I'm new would you mind showing me around the school?"
"Of course not." Sasuke said with a charming smile. Corissa gave Kira a dirty look.
"Kira I can show you around." She replied dryly, Kira looked back at Corissa and smiled.
"Oh but Corissa I don't think I have that many classes with you and I already know you I think it's best if I meet some new people. Ciao." Sasuke put a hand to the middle of her back and began leading her away. Corissa narrowed her eyes at her and snorted angrily. Shika smirked and walked next to her.
"Green isn't your color sweetheart." She turned her glare on Shika and he cringed at the look.
"Bite me!" She spat and walked away down the hall. Yuro chuckled.
"Wow she is really mad." Naruto frowned and walked after her.
"Hey Issa! Wait!" She stopped and waited for him to catch up. Shika ran after them too with a grin, he loved to torture her.
"What?" She asked and sighed as she fixed her gaze to the linoleum.
"If you're jealous of Kira I don't really blame you, she's all over Sasuke."
"I'm not jealous of her!" She screamed gently and shoved her hands in her pockets.
"I wouldn't put it past you; it's just killing you that Sasuke is showing interest in someone else. I never thought I'd see the day when Sasuke wasn't following you around like a love sick puppy! This is rich!" Corissa growled and threw a punch in Shika's face.
"Shut the fuck up you bastard! You don't know what you're talking about!" She grabbed the strap of her backpack and began power walking down the hall toward class. Naruto sighed and followed after Corissa as Shika laughed to himself. Seeing her so riled always made him laugh. Corissa sat in her desk with her headphones in and glared at her notebook. Naruto walked in and saw her glowering down at her paper and sighed as he sat in the desk next to her. Corissa felt someone sitting next to her and glanced to her side to see Naruto; she pulled off her headphones and sighed. "Hi Naruto."
"Issa if you're upset about it then talk to him."
"No! I don't need him to be happy!"
"But you want him."
"It doesn't matter." She whispered and put her headphones back on. "Don't say anything or I'll never speak to you again." Naruto sighed and looked at the door when he heard a noise, Sasuke and Kira stood in the doorway looking into the class. Sasuke glanced at Naruto.
"Isn't class starting soon?" Sasuke asked and pulled Kira into the class by her arm.
"As soon as the teacher gets here, not many people are taking this course." Sasuke nodded and looked at Corissa who had her head down on her desk.
"Is she ok?"
"Yeah she's just tired…" The teacher smiled and walked into the class followed by a few more students.
"Ok close the door." Sasuke closed the door and took a seat behind Corissa; Kira took the seat next to him. As the teacher talked Corissa continued to glare at Kira on the sly, Kira felt the glare and smiled to herself. Her plan was working, she could tell that Corissa was a jealous person and thought best to exploit it. Naruto glanced at Corissa and saw her glare; he rolled his eyes and continued taking notes. Soon the class ended and they all filed out. Corissa had opted for the silent treatment and Danielle and Itachi had been fighting non stop the entire day. Yuro kept back but would step in when provoked, it was clear that he cared for Danielle but Itachi felt it was more then just friendly feelings. He would freak every time he saw them together and Danielle would just scream at him to leave her alone. The day was nearing its end and Sasuke was getting really tired of Corissa's silent treatment.
"Why won't you talk to me, to anyone for that matter?!" He asked her with a glare, she shrugged her shoulders and was about to walk out and home when he grabbed her arm. He spun her around until they were face to face and grabbed her other wrist holding her arms immobile.
"I've found no one worth while to talk with." She muttered and yanked her arms free and walked out. Sasuke glared at her and followed after her. Yuro smiled at Danielle and walked with her out of the school and toward home.
"Danielle what do you want to do when we get home? Maybe you could open up a can of cat food for me and we could watch a movie?!" He asked excitedly and grinned at her. She frowned and giggled.
"What happened to your cool act?"
"School's over." He replied simply with an easy grin. Danielle laughed again but squeaked when she felt someone yank on her arm. She turned around and saw Itachi standing there glaring harshly at her.
"What?" She asked angrily he grabbed her and pulled her toward his car. "What the hell are you doing?! I don't want to go with you, let me go!"
"No you're coming with me we have some things we need to talk about."
"We have nothing to talk about! Let go!" He pulled her harder and finally got her to the car. He sped away and glared at her when she began screaming and bitching louder.
"Shut up! I'm not going to hurt you." He muttered as he glared at the road.
"Well how the hell am I supposed to know that?! You're like a mad person with the way you kidnapped me!" She crossed her arms over her chest and growled, her mouth dropped open when he pulled into a hotel parking lot. "What the fuck are you doing?! Why are we here?!"
"I have a room reserved. It's always booked; I have to come here at least twice a month to get some space from Sasuke. We can talk the easiest here."
"I am not going into a hotel room with you." She said as she sat back and stood her ground; Itachi growled and threw her over his shoulder. "Hey put me down right now Itachi!"
"I don't have time for this, shut up!" He dragged her into the hotel and set her on her feet in front of the receptionist's desk, he smiled charmingly at her. "Hello Hinata my friend and I would like to use my room."
"Friend?" She asked with a suggest wiggle of her brows she squeaked however at Danielle's deep throated growl. Itachi smiled and put his hand over her mouth before she could begin screaming and cursing again. Hinata punched in a few numbers and smiled at him. "Ok go on up." Itachi nodded and smiled at her as he grabbed Danielle's hand and pulled her to the elevator. Once they got in the elevator Danielle kicked him.
"I want to leave right now you asshole!"
"No." The elevator stopped and Itachi threw her over his shoulder as he walked down the hall toward his room, he shoved the key through the card slot and the door opened. He closed the door and threw her on the bed. "Ok here's the thing. I hate seeing you with Yuro."
"You have no say so on that! I could care less if you're jealous of him!" She stood and walked toward him with her hands on her hips. "He's my friend there isn't anything going on between us but even if there were it still wouldn't be any business of yours, your nothing to me!" His face twisted into something almost disgusting and she gasped as she backed up toward the door. His glare and snarl deepened as he slowly approached her, she felt her back flat against the door but she still tried to back up further, anything to get away from him. He was terrifying her, never in her life did she think she would be afraid of Itachi but at this moment she was. She had the overwhelming feeling that he was going to hit her or something. He stopped when he was directly in front of her, she could feel his body heat he was so close.
"I don't care what you think, you're nothing to me? Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?! You know I do have feelings too!" She gave a half-shrug.
"Why should it matter to me if your feelings are hurt-" She was cut off by his fists slamming into the door on either side of her head. She gasped and lifted her eyes to lock with his; he narrowed his eyes as he brought his face closer.
"Stop making up bull shit." He mumbled as he glared hard at her. She narrowed her eyes and brought her hands up to rest against his chest ready to push him away but he pressed his body closer to hers.
"I'm not making up bull shit! We've known each other since we were little and I've never felt you had any real worth in my life-"
"Enough." He whispered gruffly, her mouth dropped open again as she felt his hot breath against her lips. He locked eyes with her once again for only a moment before he locked his lips with hers, her eyes widened for a moment before they slid closed and she tilted her head into the kiss. A few moments later they parted for air and Danielle glared at Itachi with lust in her eyes.
"I hate you." She whispered huskily as she began nibbling on his ear, he groaned and instinctively brought his hips forward pressing them against hers. She moaned in his ear and he pulled her mouth back to kiss her neck.
"You disgust me." He panted against her skin as he closed his eyes and lifted, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist. She wound around him eagerly. Their hips connected, and she whimpered into his mouth as the startling pressure of his erection nestled against her swollen center. Intuitively, her hips shifted, rubbing against him.
The action ripped a growl from his throat, and in retaliation he rocked against her, earning the loud moan echoing into his mouth She tugged at his head, directing him downward, her head falling back to allow unimpeded access the delicate skin of her neck. He obliged her, dropping small, hungry kisses down her body, stopping briefly to draw on the soft skin where jaw and neck met. His fingers skimmed over her shoulders, feeling along her collar-bone to curl over the edge of her top. With a sharp tug, he pulled it over her head and threw it to the side.
He left a damp trail from her throat down between her breasts, teasing along the edges of the material, skimming across the swelling above it. Her heavy, panting breaths pushed the soft skin into his face, a temptation he didn't care to resist. His tongue flicked out, gliding roughly over the tops of her breasts to push at the lace, seeking out nipples cresting with excitement against the material. Through the barrier of her bra, he laved at the peaks, dampening the lace, mouth closing to suckle as the hands framing her ribs held her in place.
The slight pulling sensation slammed through her body like a shock, and the clutching in her belly became a fierce, demanding ache. Her eyes closed tightly as a strange tingling raced along her nerves. Her tiny whimpering became full-blown, breathless moans. Her arms went around his head, and the grip of her legs tightened around his waist; her hips hitched against his.
Another growl sounded, almost warningly. He lost patience with the material encasing her breasts, and a single tug bared her completely. He took full advantage, tasting, fascinated by the subtle textural differences he found between her aroused nipples, and the softer skin surrounding them. Delicately, lightly, he scraped his teeth over the taut peaks, careful of the sharp edges of his fangs on sensitive skin. His fine-grained tongue followed, soothing the scrapes, curling gently. His hands followed the curve of her body down to the zipper to her skirt in the back; he pulled her legs off as he slid her skirt to the floor. Danielle whimpered loudly, arching her back to bring him closer.
Her panties matched her bra, and they released her rich scent, already soaked through with excitement. He paused in his attention to her breasts, his hands trembling slightly around her waist as he inhaled, all of his senses and what was left of his brain savoring her spice. His claws and fingertips hovered along her skin, hesitating over the thin elastic band securing the black lace low on her hips.
Her head tipped back, and she let out a low moaning scream. "Itachi…please." Her voice was muted and husky, thick and soft with desire--barely aware of the plea as it left her lips. Her hips tilted, pressing slowly against his arousal, yet another instinctively seductive caress. He felt the touch even through the constriction of his jeans. A tremor ran through his body, and he hovered on the brink of temptation. So easy to simply join them once and for all. She was more than ready for him; her entire body practically begged him, and his own instincts demanded that he give her what she wanted. So fast, so swiftly. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and threw her on the bed, he'd had enough of her underwear and with an intolerant twist of his fingers the delicate lace was gone. She could feel the need crowding her body, the hot, achy wanting pushing them towards each other. It was him she wanted, his body in hers, the fervent intimacy of body clasped with body. Even with their earlier insanity somewhat abated, she wouldn't turn back. Couldn't. He needed her just as much--if not more--than she needed him, and she could never deny him that.
His hands clasped her head, holding her still while he consumed her mouth, sweeping inside and exploring thoroughly, aggressively laying claim to every moist inch that he touched. She could feel his tenseness, the readiness of his body as he lay over her. His clothes formed a frustrating barrier between them. She tangled her hands in his shirt, silently insisting that he remove it, feeling the inequality of being naked on a bed while he remained fully clothed. She wanted him naked too, dammit! With an irritated growl, he complied, releasing her to push up. He ripped the shirt over his head, and then it was gone--where to, she didn't know, and didn't care. All she cared about was the skin he'd exposed. Everything about him was rigid, taut, strictly controlled--even his breathing came in shallow, restrained bursts in between breath-stealing kisses. She relished the feel of skin and muscle, drew her hands slowly down his body.
Her fingers brushed over his nipples, and she felt a shudder run through him; she smiled, but her hands didn't stop feeling across his chest and down the ridges of his abdomen. His breath hitched, and she felt the muscles under her fingertips jerk; with a rasping growl his hands grabbed at hers, pulling them away from him and slamming them down next to her head. She gave a breathy laugh, noting the sensitivity for future reference.
In response, his body lowered to hover just above hers, and he began a slow assault on her neck. He took his time, grazing over every inch of her he could reach with his mouth while still keeping her hands imprisoned. He took pleasure in each pass of his tongue, in each gentle nibble, in each brief suckle, knowing he was arousing her body again in steady degrees.
Danielle felt the heat he was generating as it rose from deep inside her, spreading like fire along her skin, stopping to quiver around certain key points, increasing her temperature. She squirmed beneath him, biting at her lips and turning her head with a moan. His unruffled, unhurried pace contrasted starkly with their earlier madness, and his grip on her wrists and the firm weight of his body held her motionless for the deliberate plundering of her senses with his mouth alone.
Her inability to respond in any way was absolute torture.
Impatiently, she flexed her hands in his grip, twisting slightly, silently begging for release. He paused, lifted his head, considered her. She noted the brief flicking motion of his ears before his hands slid from her wrists and down her arms. His calloused palms abraded over smooth, sweat-dampened skin, following the path his mouth had taken over her body.
With her hands free, Danielle returned to her study of his, dancing her fingers along every inch of him she could reach, even as he did things to her body that were wiping out her mind, blurring coherent thought. She almost clung to him; his skin, the definition of muscle, the firm heat of his body, grounded her, and helped her deal with the sensations that were slowly pushing her beyond whatever limits she'd once had.
Itachi's attention was absorbed completely in his exploration of her body. His hands and lips wandered aimlessly, experimenting to learn what she liked. It wasn't hard to figure out--Danielle was vocal about everything. Every lick along the underside of her breast elicited a gasp; any attention to the dip of her belly button, a moan. Her sides were sensitive enough that even the slightest brushes had her squirming--mindless, wordless murmurs issuing from her throat. And when he raked his claws ever so lightly just above her dark nest of curls…well, she liked that a lot. Loudly a lot.
One hand sank into the mattress along her side, claws diagramming faint patterns onto one of the most sensitive areas of her body; the other dipped between her thighs, one long finger sliding into her with excruciating care, while his thumb sought and found the swollen bundle of nerves above, passing over it lightly.
Danielle gasped, and arched slightly against his hand, her inner muscles clenching reflexively, drawing on the long digit. A growl erupted from his throat, and whatever was left of their leisurely mood was gone.
His mouth seized at hers, crushing, urgent, and open. His hands gripped tightly around her waist, while his knees gently spread her legs.
He still wore his jeans, and she found them abrasive and uncomfortable. She scratched her nails down his chest, searching for the waistband, before hooking in the loops sitting low on his hips, tugging insistently. Her fingers found the fastening, groping frantically, brushing against the tight swell of his arousal. He shuddered at the butterfly touch. Growling again, he wrenched away from her, sitting back to work at the button, freeing his erection and ridding them both of his pants.
Objecting to even that much separation, she started to sit up, only to be pinned down as his hands shoved at her shoulders, and the hard, demanding force of his kiss returned to her mouth. She grabbed at his neck, uncaring as long she had some form of contact with him. Anything to help relieve the pressure within, the sparking fire that burned in her gut and raced through her veins.
His knees nudged her thighs farther apart. Her fingers tightened painfully as she felt the sleek, scalding heat of him brush against her core. Another whimper, one hovering on the edge of anger and need, slipped past her lips.
Panting with need, trying desperately to retain some semblance of control, unwilling and unable to drag out their torture any longer, he shoved into her with a quick, hard thrust. Their kiss broke as her head fell back onto the mattress, and her eyes shut tightly. His head dropped forward to rest against her collar bone, thick silver tresses falling over his shoulders to feather lightly against her skin. His breathing was ragged, and she could feel the slight heave of his chest as he gasped for air. His fingers gripped onto the sheet beside her head, and he swallowed audibly. With a slow lick of her own tongue over her lips, she shifted, her hips hitching upward slightly, allowing him to slide deeper inside of her. She drew a sharp breath at the sensation; a shudder racking his body. His head lifted, a barely restrained rumble vibrating through his chest.
A growl ripped from his throat, and he sealed their mouths together, stealing her breath. He moved then, his gentle thrusts shocking her once again--this time with pleasure. Her back arched, she moaned low in her throat, and her legs bent slightly, pushing her hips to meet his. He buried his body as deep into hers as it would go, shuddering at the incredible sensation, at the unrelenting, intimate clutch of the soft skin encasing him. They were moving together; with an urgency so deep it drove them both. The pressure, already high to begin with, built quickly. The sounds issuing from Danielle's throat grew louder, more demanding as she clawed at his back and sides, the hard scratches only adding an edge to his pleasure.
He buried his face in her neck, his mouth on her skin, the slickness of their exertion mimicking the wet slide of his length plunging into her. His hands curled around her slim shoulders. His thrusts grew harder, faster--whatever gentleness he'd had now forgotten in the drive for completion. Breathing came in short, gasping bursts, only drawing in the necessary amount of oxygen to sustain their momentum.
She reached it first, peaking with a wail, her nails biting into the skin of his back, her head thrown back, scattering her hair across the sheets. He tasted blood, his teeth cutting into his own lip as her satisfaction quivered and contracted around him in a maddening caress.
He pulled her as close as he could, folding his arms around her as his next few thrusts tumbled him after her into climax. His body quaked by violent shudders, he released himself into her, completely losing himself for a just a moment in mindless bliss, breathing wordless nonsense into her skin.
In a flash what they had just done registered and they pulled away from each other, they stared at each other in shock.
"Oh my god." Danielle muttered as she looked around the room. They just had sex! "Itachi I-" He cut her off with a quick kiss; her mind went blank the moment his lips were on hers. The way he made her feel, the hot, achy passion her body felt when his was near was something she had never felt before. Her body craved his.
"Danielle do you regret what just happened?" She took a deep breath and looked down at herself and then at him, she blinked a few times before she shook her head.
"No, no I don't." She replied almost like she was confused by her answer.
"Why do you sound confused?"
"I thought I would feel weird about this but I don't, it was good. I wish it was horrible but it was the best I ever had. Now I'm confused." He smirked at her and kissed her cheek.
"Get dressed I'll take you home." She stood and grabbed her stuff before she put it on. She watched him get dressed and sighed to herself. He grinned as he pulled his shirt on. "You know you can have that anytime you want."
"Like a booty-call?" She asked with a grin. He rolled his eyes.
"A little more attachment than that." She chewed on her lips for a moment before she lifted her head to lock her eyes with him.
"Kiss me." She said and smiled when his lips crashed down on hers, that was all she needed to convince her. "Yes, I want you now and forever." His eyes widened and he pulled her into his arms.
"So you're saying you'll be mine?"
"As long as you'll have me." She said as she planted a light kiss to his lips. He smiled and tightened his arms around her body.
Corissa growled to herself as she walked down the street toward her house, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the ground as she walked. She paused when she heard a sound from behind her but ignored it and passed the stoup of Sasuke's building, she rolled her eyes and pulled her arms closer to her body. She stopped when she heard the noise again and looked around her but she still didn't see anything. She gasped when she felt arms on her she was about to scream when a hand came over her mouth.
"Shut up it's just me." She turned around to see Sasuke and she glared at him.
"What the hell is your problem?!" She yelled in his face.
"Come on." He said and yanked her arm, pulling her into his building. He walked up the stairs with her trailing behind him growling and yelling at him, he slammed his door opened and pulled her inside before the neighbors said anything. He closed the door and pushed her into his room and locked the door behind him. She stared at the door and glared at Sasuke.
"Let me out!"
"No! I'm sick and tired of your attitude! You never say anything without a sarcastic undertone; for once just say something without making a crude joke after."
"Fine. I hate you." She said with a narrow of her eye, he clenched his hand angrily and slapped her hard across the cheek.
"That's not what I meant!" She felt her eyes fill with tears and she glared at him.
"Then make up your mind you asshole!" She screamed and punched his chest with her fists, his hands shot out and he shoved her arms against the wall next to her head. She glared at him with tears streaming down her face, she felt him getting closer to her and she kicked him as hard as she could in the shin, when she felt his hands let go of her wrists she took off toward the door. His hands caught her waist and pulled her with him to the bed; he sat down hard on the bed and threw her over his lap like a child. She growled and began kicking and screaming like a three year old to be let up. "I'm not a fucking child you bastard! Let me up!"
"No? You're sure acting like one!" His left arm was held against the back of her legs to keep them from kicking him in the head and his other arm applying pressure to her back to keep her from sitting up. She began kicking and screaming to get up but froze when she felt a firm sharp slap to her butt. "Tell me you were giving me the cold shoulder today!"
"I already did, because I hate you!" Another hard slap to her butt jolted her body and she hissed at the sting, she growled and tried to look at him over her shoulder.
"Tell me the truth!" He yelled, her breathing began to speed up and she groaned gently.
"Fine I-I did it because I was jealous of Kira." Her breath hitched when she felt a light kiss to her burning left cheek. She was frozen in place, completely immobile as he kissed either cheek two more times before trailing a burning blaze up her back and then a kiss to the back of her neck before he slowly pulled her into a sitting position, straddling his lap. He kissed each cheek, the top of her nose, her chin and down her neck until he stopped his path where her heart was. He straightened up and smiled at her.
"I'm sorry for everything that has happened between us; I think we should throw all that away and start over. What do you say?" He frowned lightly at her shocked and seemingly petrified state, it was like she had been frozen or something. Her shocked expression began to break down and her eyes darted around the room, she brought her hands up to grip his shoulders and blinked a few minutes before she scooted forward on his lap so they were flush. His mouth dropped open in surprise and he stared at her, she smiled gently before she tangled her hands in his hair and crushed their mouths together. His shock quickly wore off and he wrapped his arms around her waist, she smiled as she parted her lips and licked his bottom lips asking for entrance. He gladly allowed her entry and began lapping at her own tongue with harsh strokes, she groaned against his mouth. She whimpered lightly when he pulled his mouth away from hers. "Are you going to run away this time?" She shook her head no with a quirked smirk and pulled her shirt over her head.
"Nope I'm all yours." He raised a brow with a sexy side smirk.
"Really?" She nodded.
"Yup." She said as she kissed his neck, he smiled as he unhooked her bra and watched it float to the floor. He took full advantage, tasting, fascinated by the subtle textural differences he found between her aroused nipples, and the softer skin surrounding them. Delicately, lightly, he scraped his teeth over the taut peaks, careful of the sharp edges of his canines on sensitive skin. His smooth tongue followed, soothing the scrapes, curling gently.
Corissa whimpered loudly, arching her back to bring him closer.
His hands reached down to rip at the skirt bunched around her waist. Not even bothering to look for a fasten; he simply ripped them off her. Her panties matched her bra, and he could almost smell her enjoyment, already soaked through with excitement. He paused in his attention to her breasts, his hands trembling slightly around her waist as he inhaled, all of his senses and what was left of his brain savoring her spice. His fingertips hovered along her skin, hesitating over the thin elastic band securing the black lace low on her hips.
Her head tipped back, and she let out a low moaning scream.
"Sasuke…please." Her voice was muted and husky, thick and soft with desire--barely aware of the plea as it left her lips. Her hips tilted, pressing slowly against his arousal, yet another instinctively seductive caress. He felt the touch even through the constriction of his jeans. A tremor ran through his body, and he hovered on the brink of temptation. So easy to simply join them once and for all. She was more than ready for him; her entire body practically begged him, and his own instincts demanded that he give her what she wanted. So fast, so swiftly. He gently pulled her from his lap and laid her flat on the bed. She wondered inanely for a moment if it was over but then his mouth returned to her body, and she lost all focus on anything but the energy humming through her limbs. Steamy pleasure swamped her, heat rising through her skin, and a thick ache pulsed between her legs.
Swiftly, with the wet brush of lips, and the erotic roughness of tongue, he made his way down her flat stomach, stealing all her faculties and earning a strangled squeal when he rasped over her belly button. He paused when he reached her hips, his nose nuzzling at the sensitive line where the elastic hugged her skin. She froze, her breath suspended. Then a delicate scratching as his fingers curled under the slim waistband, and she looked down in astonishment.
He didn't look up, his attention focused intently on the scrap of strategically blended lace and cotton. He inhaled, his growl settling into a low, steady rumble. Through whatever dim light filtered into his apartment, she saw the burgundy head bend, and she felt a kiss, a tiny touch on the skin just above the elastic. Then the tiniest lash with the tip of his tongue. The muscles in her lower abdomen tightened, contracting reflexively. His growl deepened. Teasing kisses brushed over the thin material covering her, touching on her hips before moving lower.
She watched with wide eyes as his tongue flicked out again, sweeping a gentle, deliberate lap over creamy, damp fabric, savoring her most intimate flavor seeping through the insignificant lace. Her mind went blank, faint, and unable to protest, unable to encourage. The breath rushed from her body, and her head fell back to smack against the wall.
"Oh, god!" Her voice was a mere pant of sound, shocked, stunned, and giddy. "Sasuke, don't…"
"Don't?" For the first time, he looked up. Somehow, in the darkness, her glazed eyes met his violet ones. A question, a hint of concern shone in the smoldering depths, and he hovered just above her. Waiting.
He would stop if she asked, even if it killed him. She knew it without a shadow of a doubt. He was giving her one chance, one last opportunity, to halt this if she wasn't ready.
She paused, staring down at him. She already knew her answer, had known it from the moment he walked through the door. She wanted it from him, for him, and with him.
She flicked her tongue over her lip, biting back another groan. "Don't stop."
She sensed more than saw him relax. "Heh." She heard his husky, growling laugh, and his hands grasped her thighs again, pulling them forward to drape over his shoulders, using his body as a brace to keep her up against the wall. The position was precarious at best, leaving her completely dependant on him to keep her from falling. Rather than being distracting, it was exciting, the uncertain stability only serving to heighten her senses even further.
He'd had enough of her underwear, and with an intolerant twist of his fingers, the delicate lace was gone. A quiver ran through her as the cool air of his apartment drifted over burning skin for the first time. She could feel his breath--heavy pants, the lightest of caresses--on her sensitive flesh as he hesitated briefly…then leaned in to taste her. His lips pressed against her in an intimate kiss, and then his tongue drew a slow line along her swollen folds, parting them, its roughness a shocking contrast to the slickness gathered there.
Slowly, with careful, exploratory laps, he began an assault on her senses, narrowing her focus to him, to his mouth, to his tongue. He slipped inside her, stroking briefly as his mouth nuzzled against her, growling his enjoyment. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her head fell back against the wall. Her hands took a death grip in his hair as her volume increased dramatically, alternating between wordless moans and gasps, and broken or incomplete cries of his name.
It was the first time he could ever remember welcoming loud noise of any kind.
He found that spot, that one tiny spot that made all women insane, and surrounded it with his mouth, listening carefully, using her reactions to guide his. His hands, laying flat along her waist, moved, raking ever so gently along the skin of her hips.
She yanked at his head, her grip tight as she moaned and twisted against his mouth. The sensations had her in a state of blissful agony, and she was barely aware of what he was doing anymore, just that she would die if he stopped. Then his fingers reached up to drag along her heaving sides, and she felt his tongue inside her again, she felt the knot in her lower belly begin to tighten and she knew that it was going to snap. But then suddenly his mouth left her and he sat up. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him in disbelief, he tore off his shirt, pants and boxers to be naked with her.
'Well now we're getting somewhere…' She thought with a smirk, and gave a happy moan when he kissed her neck. But soon she began to feel the pressure in her belly become too much and she growled impatiently.
"Quite teasing and fuck me already damn it!" She hissed, he grinned at her.
"Now who can say no to that?" He asked and he locked mouths with her, she grinned.