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Title: Neutral Territory
Prompt: On Opposite Sides (Rinne Matsuri/ TheClosetPoet7's Revolution Edition)
Note: 9000% based this one off theclosetpoet7's Revolution fanfiction. Don't be lame go read that shizz. It's on point, my dudes. . . this is the one-shot that literally sucked the T, and K out of this fic. No joke.

—her heart belongs to him.

And maybe that's why she's going to him during Rinne Matsuri. Maybe that is why she's crossing lines into his territory. Maybe that's why she's placed the henge on giving her obsidian strands to match his own. Maybe that's why she's walking through the door of this hotel deep within Otogakure named Heaven—just maybe they were neutral territory.

He's all the things he always is as he's pressing her up against the door with fingers deep within her stands of obsidian. He's dipping that tongue within her mouth stealing her air, and he's none to gentle in how he presses his knee in between her legs.

He's grunting out a demand, and she's barely heard it—he wants the henge removed; he wants her as just her. He doesn't want obsidian locks that swim around them as he takes her. He wants pale rose, and viridian as he presses her harder into the door. There's an urgency with every touch and slide of his fingers upon her skin. Their breath mingles as they share this look between them. Lips are brushing but they're not pressing. Fingers are pulling harder at her strands no longer obsidian—they're the pale rose.

Half baked excuses were what she gave him last time they had seen each other. Half baked attempts at explaining why she had let her strands grow longer with each passing between them. She had claimed it was for herself, and it was so she could tame them within a hair tie.

He's lifted her against the door with those obsidian brows pinched he's determined to have her. The fire across her skin aches as he's moving her to the bed. Fingers press upon her chest forcing her back against the sheets of this hotel so decently named. Desperate to touch him is what she is. Desperate to run her fingers over his skin is what she is. She is so many things as she watches his set of free fingers remove his cloak and slide that zipper upon the high collared shirt down with force. She was the one who felt so desperate and yet all this urgency and all this determination across his features seek to make it clear she's not the only one.

Fingers wrap around the wrist that keeps her locked against the bed. Teeth grip upon the gloved hand pulling it from her fingers and a whip of her head has it falling beside her. There's not stopping the heightened breathing as her ungloved hand seeks to run up his arm. It's stilled his movements on removing his pants casting those obsidian back upon her skin. She's flushing as his fingers still pressed deep upon her chest dare to squeeze catching her voice within her throat.

—finally she feels more free.
He's never gonna let her go—

It's a roll of his palm against the fabric of her red and the feeling of the zipper pressing against her heated skin before he's sliding between her legs and coming for that which keeps her hidden from him. There's an uncharacteristic slowness as he's sliding it down letting her milky skin come into view within the drag of the zipper. There's no missing the way his eyes linger and wander with it's pull. She dares to say locked within her hazy mind—he's missed her.

All these places they go—all this pain builds within—all this war has sought to end.
And now she's feeling stronger—she's feeling so much stronger.

The shudder of a breath she's let out seems to excite him as he presses firmer than before against her skin as he touches wherever he can. That shirt that had kept him at bay had been easily dealt with—tossed aside with no care. It's those rough callouses upon his fingers coming to her black shorts as he slides them down her legs—he's like a child during Rinne Matsuri with parted lips, and the most intense gaze as they reveal what's underneath.

It had all started with that bar—and now it's led to here where he's running those hands upon her thighs spreading them further as if he's determined to look everywhere that he can. He's already taken her innocence, but that's not stopping him from seeking it out once more.

This is what they could have been—they could have been this without the secrecy and the lies—they could have been this without his war against his best friend.

"Sasuke-kun, please." she's dusted in deepening pink as her fingers twist within the sheets.

That's all he needs to hear to make him sink his fingers deep within her. Half lidded viridian cannot stop themselves from taking him in as he continues that intense gaze upon her curls—upon his fingers deep inside of her. Every cry, and every arch of her back has him looming closer. He doesn't want to miss her face. He wants to see those viridian and he wants to see her desperate to muffle the sound of her voice between teeth. It's at her peak and the call of his name that she's become wide doe eyes and panting breaths. It's the glow of those eyes that has her shaking.

All these heavenly acts—all this ecstasy builds within.
—her heart belongs to him.

Ecstasy ridden within her mind she dares to wonder if this urgency he's held this whole time is because it's Rinne Matsuri—he knows he's called her away from his best friend's side during the holidays and snowy night. It's as if he knows she's dare to let her mind try to wander. Those firm hands upon her arms brings her forward and she's not sure what he has in mind—she doesn't care as long as he continues to make her feel like this.

The cry she lets out is but his name as he pushes himself hot and thick within her. Pulling her up and down by her hips so deeply pressed within his fingers has her following what he's doing, and rolling her hips to match the pace he's set. Viridian loose themselves within those scarlet—so red, and so glowing—as she moves upon his lap. Fingers pull upon his curled locks of obsidian yanking his head back as she dips her tongue between his panting lips. This look is enough to completely seal her to him. She wants more of these deep needing looks. She wants more of his fingers forever pressed against her skin. She wants more of this—if only he'd come home, and stop this war.

Time will fade—of what could have been—
if only you'd come home with—dare she say, 'me'.

He's hard and he's fast within his thrusts as his hands continue to lift her with absolute desperation. He's earnest in every action, and persistent to have her quivering. She cannot stop the deep and raspy groan of his name as she forces him as deep as possible within her release. She's shuddering and tightening around him—she hates that she cannot find the strength to open her eyes to see what look he's adorn in as she cums for him.

Heavy, and on top of her his fingers trail within her fingers as he continues to seek his own release in her. Pressed against this mattress so loud and squeaky—it's only drowned out by his pants and her muffled noises as his arm lays above her head keeping him raised. Half lidded scarlet continue to search within her dazed, and exhausted viridian. They've only got tonight before he goes back to being the kage of Otogakure, and she goes back to standing beside his best friend—before they're enemies once more.

They're neutral territory in this hotel called Heaven.

And maybe that's why she's below him covered in the glow of their fucking during Rinne Matsuri. Maybe that is why she's crossing lines into his territory to give her heart to him. Maybe that's why she's basking within his intense gaze set upon her. Maybe that's why she's pressing her lips to his letting his tongue make claim to her—just maybe they were dare she say 'neutral territory'.

The press of his forehead against her own comes as he grits those teeth within his release. Oxygen caught within his throat and fingers twisting dangerously within the sheets above her head. It's hot and it's wet and it's him that's filling her, and riding it out with grunts, and mixed breaths.

Skin dewy with sweat, and locked in a match of eyes the smile tired, and deep sets within her lips. She dares to bring her fingers within his hair once again rubbing soothing circles. She can only muse in how she had been so lost within their actions that she had only removed one glove.

They continue such acts of affection—they're both being daring and they're both far to caring. He's going back to the red head who awaits him, and she's going back to the blonde that she had chosen when each choose their place. The depth of sleep comes and there's no care for the chill of snow that continues to rain upon this village of his.

He's never gonna let her go—
and she's feeling stronger—her heart belongs to him.

They're quiet within their dressing within the morning that dares to peak from the cheap curtains only hours later. She's all hums and he's all firm pressed lips. She's the one turning to him and setting her henge back in place. It's his hands grabbing her hood and putting it in place, and then the pull he makes bringing her lips to his. They're enemies once she walks out this door—but he's staking his claim upon her silently.

He's turning to leave her without a word after he's released her, but she's not done yet grabbing a hold of his wrist, "Ah, Sasuke-kun wait—it's Rinne Matsuri, and I well. . ." her cheeks are hot as she's rambling, "This is for you."

He doesn't speak at first as she hands him the small square box plain in cream. Removing the top of it he sees what lurks with curiosity hiding within those obsidian. He swallows. She's stepping back clearing her throat, "You don't have to keep it if you don't want it." she's letting out the cheapest of laughs, "Really it wasn't a big deal or anything—"

It's his hand around her arm and him pulling her closer as he presses his forehead to hers mixing obsidian and those strands he had demanded be pale rose the night before. He's not speaking, and she's losing herself within his gaze so intense. Now he's got her swallowing, and that's when his head is turning and coming down to press his lips once more upon her own.

—just maybe they were neutral territory.
And footsteps fade what could have been.