Five Sensations For You
Summary: She was his capture, thus making her his to claim. How the relationship between them cultivated over time was unlike any another. "Nothing we use or hear or touch can be expressed in words that equal what we are given by the senses."–Hannah Arendt; Drabbles (SasorixSakura)
2: A Puppeteer's Touch (Touch)
Text:
"Speech"
Thoughts
Poems/Sonnets:
"Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare
Disclaimer: Very funny.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this,
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."
"O, then dear saint, let lips do what hands do.
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
-Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
Fingers slender and nimble as any prominent puppeteer, Sasori's potent fingers roamed all over Sakura's defenseless body. She shivered every time the tip of his fingers grazed her flesh and quelled the urge to retaliate vehemently ever when his husky chortle echoed perfectly in her eyes.
She just couldn't stand him.
"Enjoying yourself, Sakura?" Sasori asked velvety, relishing how uncomfortable he was making her. The roseate-haired medic scowled menacingly, her answer plainly written all across her sun-kissed visage.
"What do you think?!" she snarled, unable to restrain the venom laced around her words.
From her acrimony Sasori chuckled darkly, continuing his palpable tangent. His deft touches quickly metamorphosed into ardent, prurient caresses and his hands eventually found their way to the zipper of her vest. Carnality gleaming lucidly in his ruby eyes, he licked his lips lewdly as he unzipped her vest and beheld the prize before him. Sakura's breath was caught in her throat as she stared tentatively at Sasori's lascivious, eager countenance, feeling utterly revealed and hapless.
Adroit, seductive fingers getting straight to work, the Akatsuki puppet master artistically claimed the enticing treasures with his calloused hands, setting Sakura's flesh aflame with sudden yearning from his sensational, salacious touch. The more his fingers beleaguered her breasts with their dexterous, beguiling touch, the more difficult it was becoming for Sakura to hold back the moan portending to erupt from the gullet of her throat.
"S-Sasori, stop…." she panted, assaying to shatter the scarlet-haired puppeteer's licentious tactics enveloping her body and cloaking her torrential mind with libidinal notions and desires she never thought she could ever possess. Ignoring her plea, Sasori dipped his head down and like serpent, darted his tongue out against her nipples. Sakura's head tipped backwards and the moan she battled so tenaciously to restrain erupted from her slightly parted lips, reverberating in the small, dreary room.
A smug, thoroughly pleased smirk gradually dragged itself across Sasori's face and he lifted his head up to stare at Sakura straight in the eyes.
"See, Sakura?" he enunciated, rolling her name of his tongue like it was honey, "See how much you're craving my touch?" To prove his point, one hand tenderly fondled her breasts and she whimpered with pleasure.
"Don't deny it, Sakura," he whispered silkily in her ear, "I know you'll want me in the end. I can do so much more than with just my fingers."
With a fiendish, devilish grin, he showed her just what he meant by that.
Er…wasn't planning on the drabble to take a rather prurient turn. Oh well, hope you all enjoyed it anyway. Anyway, I must say I'm rather impressed how many reviewed for the first chapter. Thank you: Millenium Ring and Winchester, Clairesa-chan, shatteredpieces78, otaku no baka, overlordofnobodies, and Cster. Readers, thanks for reading!
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