He was kissing me harder than I would have expected. His hands pressed against the small of my back, trying to close all the distance between us.
My heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest. My mind was in shambles. I didn't know whether I was enjoying this, or frantically trying to stop it. I was doing both, actually.
He pressed me against the wall, holding me there with his strong hands. He had one leg between mine, making sure I couldn't move. I was breathless. His eager lips traveled from my mouth, to all over my neck and shoulders. I should have been fighting it. I should have been grossed out by how he was acting too animalistic. I should have been thinking about Shika, and what he would say.
But I didn't do that. Any of that.
I shivered as his lips grazed a sensitive spot on my collarbone, a spot I didn't even know I had. He smirked as he felt my reaction, goose bumps rising all over my skin. He delicately licked his tongue across the spot, and I let out a small squeal, shocking myself. He chuckled huskily. Then he bit me.
That….That should have definitely disgusted me. But it felt so good I thought I would pass out.
He sucked for a few moments, then let go of my skin, before licking it lightly, again. A massive surge of pleasure went up my spine, like electricity. My entire body was reacting. My body was hot. As Kiba began to kiss my lips again, I couldn't even think clearly. I thought I was going mad. All I could think about was Kiba's lips as they crushed against mine, about his tongue as he passed my lips, making my body burn even more, as I kissed him back, just as ferociously.
After a few minutes of the intense desire, his kisses went from violent to bold, and then to more passionate. He eventually died down to sweet. And as he began to lay small, sweet kisses on my face, Shika's image burst in my head so clearly I jumped.
"NO! This is wrong! So wrong!" I yelped, pushing Kiba away desperately. He let out a 'huh' sound as I frantically whipped my head back and forth, trying to clear it of all the sexual fog clouding everything. I stumbled as I tried to move forward, and Kiba caught me.
"Ijōna? Are you okay? IJŌNA!" I smacked myself (mentally) and stared at him. Then I leapt out of his arms, and darted out of the cave, and began jumping around the cliffs, looking for somewhere to hide.
I stumbled onto a ledge, dizzy. There was tingling still fluttering around in my body. There was still some pull in my gut, pulling back to where Kiba was.
It made me dizzy. It made me want. It made me crazy. I dropped onto the rocky ledge, and breathed slowly in and out. I finally felt myself falling asleep, it was the only thing I could think of to calm down and get through this stupid freak episode.
I just…want…to…sleeeep….
Natsūme's P.O.V.
I groaned, stomping through muddy sand crap. A freaking desert. With mud. AFTER A SANDSTORM. What the fuck? The universe must really fucking hate me.
I kicked the mud clods away, cussing out every single thing I saw and everything I didn't see and everything the fuck else too.
"De…Subeta?" Sasuke said from behind me, muttering darkly in an Osaka accent.
"YOU WANNA FUCKING CALL ME A BITCH, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE? WHEN WE'RE STUCK IN THE GOD-FUCKING-DAMN DESERT, YOU WILL NOT PISS ME OFF ANY MORE THAN I ALREADY AM, GOT IT YOU DUMB DUCK-BUTT-HEAD?"
My threats and swears echoed across the empty desert. After that effing sandstorm I got stuck with Sasuke. No-one but Sasuke. WHY? He may be the freaking hottest guy alive and I may like him with an intense freaky-ass passion, but does that give karma reason to stick me with the prick in a desert? For five fucking hours? WITH NO FUCKING SENSE OF DIRECTION WHAT-SO-FUKING-EVER? NO. KARMA IS A FUCKING BITCH.
"Damn. What's your problem?"
"YOU. YOU AND YOUR DUCK'S ASS OF A HEAD."
I threw a shuriken at his head, which he easily dodged. After that we ignored each other, trudging on in a strained, tense, angry silence.
A few miles later, my anger level was at an all time high. Every few minutes, I would backslap Sasuke across the face for breathing wrong or moving too slow. Another few hours and night had fallen.
And if the desert was god-fucking-awful hot during the day, it was motherfucking freezing at night. I stomped to keep my feet from freezing the fuck off. I trudged through the sand, completely ignoring Sasuke, who was trying to get my attention.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT, DUCK-BUTT-HEAD-BOY?"
"Why don't you shut the hell up and look and see that there are caves? And we should stop? It's damn freezing outside."
"…Shut the fuck up Raven-boy." I spat in his direction, and turned around, irritated. I blindly barreled forward, cussing out everything that came to mind. And then I bumped into Sasuke.
My head collided with his back, and we just kind of stood there for a second. Me, kind of in shock. Him, he probably thought I was going to say something to him. So we just stood there, my forehead resting on his back, my eyes wide, shoulders hunched, and fingertips tentatively touching the back of his pristine white shirt.
"What?" he said, quietly.
"Nothing." I snapped, then stormed off again, cracking my knuckles into fists.
Not too long later, I was shivering my ass off. HOW CAN A PLACE THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE SO FUCKING HOT GET SO FUCKING COLD?
I can't stand this.
I stood up, stomped over to Sasuke, and glared down at him stubbornly.
"What, subeta?"
"I'm cold, teme."
"And?"
"And it's freaking freezing!"
"What the hell am I supposed to do about that?"
"…ITS FREAKING OBVIOUS YOU ASSHOLE RAVEN-BOY WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO ABOUT THAT!"
"Explain it better, subeta."
"STOP CALLING ME A BITCH!"
"Then stop acting like one."
"Fine."
"Fine."
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"IT'S FUCKING FREEZING!" I yelled, and dropped to the ground and wrapped my arms around Sasuke's torso, and burrowed my head in his chest. I pulled my knees up to my chest, and squirmed myself closer to Sasuke, desperately trying to warm myself up. I mean, its fucking freezing.
My teeth chattering, I swung my legs over so I was sitting awkwardly in Sasuke's lap. I squirmed a little until I was more comfortable, and then I turned around and leaned against his chest. I grabbed his arms and wrapped them around me, and I was finally warm AND comfortable. We sat there, both staring ahead in an awkward and stubborn manner. Finally, I sighed, and relaxed. The knot in my stomach slowly unwound, and my muscles unclenched. I relaxed into Sasuke, and heard his breathing speed up a little.
I purposefully situated my head to cradle on his shoulder, my face comfortably nestled into the hollow between his shoulder and neck. And then I sighed.
My hot breath gusted on his pale skin, and I visibly saw goosebumps explode across his skin. I smirked, and fluttered my eyes, the fine lashes tickling him. When I spoke, I made sure my lips ghosted across the skin of his collarbone.
"Now I'm warm, Raven-boy."
I heard him try to swallow a moan from the back of his throat (which didn't work so well) and his hands gripped my arms. I inched up, heavily rubbing against him. I heard him let out another moan, and I turned to look in his eyes. For a second I remembered a scene from Kakashi's IchaIcha books that Ijōna stole. At this point, his eyes would have been described as "smoldering from the heat of passion" or something equally ridiculous. We looked at each other for a minute, and then he kissed me.
Not hot and heavy or anything, just lightly on the lips. Like a couple of twelve-year-olds.
And then I felt that awkward muffling. A sort of feeling that seemed as though someone had stuffed cotton in my ears, numbed my sense of touch, and covered my eyes with fine white cloth.
That damn cat chick. JUST WHEN I FINALLY FUCKING GET CLOSE TO HIM SHE DECIDES TO COME OUT AND PLAY!
"Sasuke…" she/me whispered. "Kiss me, my Raven."
Okay. I don't care how fucking little he and I have ever talked. He should know that I would never call him "my Raven." I would call him Raven-boy. Insulting people is my number one skill in life.
"Natsūme…" he moaned as cat-girl used my body to touch him in places decent people don't go for until at least the third date. If I could have blushed, I would have. Hell, if I could have punched the shit out of her I would have.
I tried not to puke as this crap went on for a few minutes, until she said something completely freaking retarded. She moaned Madara…Who we all know is the asshole-freak behind Sasuke's village-abandonment-scene.
He shoved her/me off of him, and glared ferociously. The shady cover over my senses got hot, and my cloudy vision went bloody pink, and Akuma/me shrieked a cat's yowl. She slashed her arm out to scratch Sasuke's face, but only succeeded in clubbing him in the face. Well, it isn't like I grow my nails out!
I fought against her in my head. I'm not going to let her screw around in my body, mess with my crush, and try and beat him up with my hand. That's my job. My head felt like it was going to split, but I eventually blocked her back into my mental cage. I collapsed against the wall, out of breath and exhausted.
"What the hell was that, you freak?" Sasuke growled, holding a kunai in his hand.
"I don't know. That cat popped out again."
"Yeah, right."
"Listen, teme. I will never, ever, ever, call you 'my raven.' No matter what the situation, the context, my feelings, your feelings, I will NEVER call you my raven."
I stood up, walked away from him, then leaned into a corner.
"Now leave me alone in my emo corner, you duck-butt-headed jerk."