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Dirty Little Secret
Part Three: Deidara
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"For God's sake, can't this wait?" Sakura groaned, burying her face into her pillow. She was exhausted from the day's endless streams of missions and dinner with her team, and all she wanted to do was sleep the rest of the week away. "I just want some freaking sleep!"
There was quiet laughter above her, and she glared up at the Akatsuki watching her with a smirk. He was handsome - fair skinned, blue eyes and blond hair in a long half-ponytail. He was tall and lean and just as she turned to face him fully, he was straddling her. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she held back a squeal of surprise.
"So, yeah," he grinned, "I'm Deidara."
His voice was deep and rich, and she felt a blush dust her cheeks, averting her eyes. "Hello, Deidara. Can this please wait? I'm really tired tonight and-…"
Her statement was cut of as his lips touched hers softly, with a gentleness that surprised her. Sakura took the time he was kissing her to examine him curiously as his eyes slid closed. Up close, his skin was smooth- far too smooth for a man. His lips were like velvet, and his eye lashes were long and full. Half of her was jealous, and the other was suspicious. When he sat up a little to breathe, elbows on either side of her head, and blinked.
"Hey, Deidara? I have a question." She stated, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Shoot, yeah."
"Does kissing you mean I'm a lesbian? Because you kind of remind me of my best friend and that's kind of weird…since she's a girl." She told him honestly, and surprisingly, he smirked.
"Is your best friend sexy? Because if so, I'll take that as a compliment, yeah." He grinned down at her, and she grimaced.
"That's lovely. Just what I should suspect, I suppose."
"You didn't answer me~"
She laughed softly. "There's a reason for that."
He leaned down and placed soft kisses along her jawbone. "I don't suppose," he murmured quietly, "that you go any farther than this." He sounded hopeful, and she sighed.
"Deidara…" she gulped as his breath ghosted over her ear, "…that would be too far. And I'm not just a common whore."
She heard him sigh as he pulled back. "I know you're not. Honestly, yeah, I do. You're not the type to whore yourself out, I can tell. It's just…" he shrugged and smiled down at her, "it's kind of nice."
She blinked up at him, confused. "What is?"
Deidara chuckled. "That you don't have any set expectations, you know? Anything can happen at any given moment, yeah. You don't care that we come and go, you just…" he paused, "…you just do."
Softly, she smiled; Deidara kind of reminded her of Naruto. "And that's a good thing?" she questioned curiously. He grinned brightly, and lowered his head to kiss her once more. Against her lips there was breathy laughter.
"In my book? Definitely, yeah."
Sakura didn't get much sleep that night.
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She woke the next morning to flowers on her bedside table and a note clasped in the beak of a clay bird. Yawning, she took the note and opened it, blankets pooling around her waist as her eyes scanned the clumsy penmanship.
'Sakura, love,' it read, and she quirked a smile, 'You are a very heavy sleeper. I hope the flowers make up for…well…yeah. There's coffee ready and chocolate too, if you're still not happy. I'm still glad I came, though, even if you're mad.
-xoxo, Sexy'
Sakura stared at the paper in confusion.
It took all of thirty seconds to realize her top half was entirely nude and little bite marks marred her pale skin from her waist up. Anger flared momentarily, until she noticed the flowers again. Slowly, she calmed and laughed slightly in amusement.
Shivering at the early morning cold, she slipped on one of her baggy t-shirts before going into the kitchen and pouring herself a cup of coffee. She sat at the table with a sigh and stared out the window, thinking about Deidara. He was very sweet, perverseness unaccounted, and she almost had enjoyed his company. Sakura knew that she was beginning to dig herself a very deep grave, but she found that she didn't want to do anything to stop it. There was a part that had remained hidden inside of her that had now taken over and urged her to continue with this. You'd been cooped up in the safety of Leaf's rules for far too long, it said, just relax. Nothing will happen.
"Sakura, yeah."
Sakura snapped out of her thoughts at the voice in her ear and the hands rubbing slow circles into her shoulders. Momentarily she panicked, confused. "Deidara?"
"Yeah," he murmured, lifting his hands and sitting opposite of her. He looked worried. "We need to talk, yeah."
She set down her cup, brows furrowed. "What's wrong?"
Deidara glanced out the window nervously, then back at her. "Okay, listen. There's a guy coming to visit you. His name's Tobi, yeah. He comes off as a nice guy – stupid, but nice. Until he doesn't get what he wants. Sakura, yeah, please be careful. This guy is not someone you want to toy with. I saw him once," his voice lowered, and she stared with wide eyes, "he didn't know I was watching, but I got back early just in time to see him snap some guy's neck like a twig. I'm dead serious about this. I don't want to see you hurt, Sakura."
For a long time Sakura didn't move, touched. "Deidara…" she whispered, "you came back here just to tell me that?"
He looked away, eyes lowered in embarrassment. "Well…yeah. I have to go, though." He stood, and she followed suit awkwardly. He smiled lightly at her and she bit her lip.
"Thank you, Deidara," she whispered, and kissed him lightly. He cracked a grin.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven, yeah?"
She slapped his arm lightly, forcing a smile. "I guess. Now, get outta here before we both get busted."
He flashed another grin, pressed his lips to her cheek, and was gone. Sakura looked around, shivered, and sat back down.
Idly, she wondered if this was such a good idea, after all.
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