Sasuke was in Ashita's room, pressing his body against hers and melting the cheap, cotton kimono right from her flesh.

He had just sort of shown up. The door to that small, minimal room opened up and there he was: the Sacred Uchiha everyone spent so much time chasing. But this time, he had come to her, the little pauper girl who he knew in secret. Out in the woods so no one could hear them.

They locked eyes and it was over.

They locked lips and it was over.

Now they were in progress of locking bodies and it was definitely over.

Ashita didn't have to do this. The part of Sasuke that still gave a fuck hoped she knew that. But there was never any indication of a wish to refuse. Not when they practically choked one another with either of their saliva. Not when the Uchiha nearly tore up that old blue cotton kimono and kissed all the scars that were hidden beneath it. Not when their hands became curious and dove for the most inappropriate parts.

It was so sudden, this nudity. They had to stop and really look at one another, like drinking booze for the first time.

Sasuke stared with more than the allegedly blank expression that hung all over his face. With those two pools of dark ink, he bit at her little chest and stick thin waist and all the scars everyone had left her. There was even the one he had zapped onto her stomach, when shit got a little too intense and he brought lighting out of his fist.

It was the first time in a while he had actually felt bad about anything.

One of his hands slid down the tattoo of a snake on her arm and Ashita, with her face red like an inferno, got onto her bed.

And he joined her, pressing her form against his while a palm slid against the in between of those skinny legs. Ashita shrank into his neck, her breath hot and her cheeks burning like an iron.

She was so fucking warm, in between those thighs.

"Are you doing alright?"

"Yeah." Lips were set right at Sasuke's neck.

There was even a little moan as a finger traced the pinkest parts of her, teasing that little pearl and poking around on the inside.

She cried out when Sasuke's free hand pressed her into the sheets. When their mouths were hooking together again and that curious boy got a hold of her breasts.

There was fire raging within either of their stomachs. One that turned them into uncivilized creatures, clawing and biting and swallowing one another whole. Skin seared at a thousand degrees. The pair, now focused in turning into a single four eyed, two-backed monster, lost control of their hands. Of their mouths, that traveled everywhere. And their lungs, gasping for breath like the two of them had been under water for fifteen minutes.

The peak came when Sasuke pushed her legs apart and stuffed himself between them, moving those hips as carefully as he could.

You could tell it hurt, by the look on her face. The pleasure evaporated like a drop of water on a summer's sidewalk. Her dainty fingers were tangled in the comforter, twisted up like someone had broken them, and those red lips were wide open, mute of a scream that would give them away.

Despite all that, she still did all the things she had heard were included in this moment. Those legs wrapped around his middle and her back arched, but not from any sort of pleasure. It felt necessary. Because Sasuke still deserved to have a good time, even though this hurt like hell and should have been over minutes ago.

When it did end, Sasuke landed next to her and the two glued together in an embrace. The white hot faded away from the Uchiha's vision, mist moving away, and the complete collapse came. The energy rushed out of him like blood from an artery, and those hard, intense eyes grew tired.

"You can't sleep here."

"I know." A palm traced the scars tearing up the woman's back. Welds that ran everywhere almost like thick blue veins inside an arm. She was covered in sweat. Sweat and blush that was thick as cake batter.

"Sasuke." Little kisses all along his collar.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"No-" She tugged him in closer. "It wasn't so bad."

Silence. It had been humid the last couple of days, the storm brewing up above their heads that hadn't quite broken yet. The sex didn't help, but it was cooler than wearing clothing.

The touches to his neck hadn't stopped yet.

"I recognized you the moment I saw you." Ashita's voice had sunk low down into a whisper. "I never thought you'd want to be near me. You probably heard the rumors- all those things the little shits would say about me." One of those half-way shy hands sat on his chest. They were looking into one another's eyes now. "You could have had anyone you wanted, run through those stupid girls like water. But you chose me."

The lethargy was starting to get to her too. It spread like a virus into her blood and made her lids heavy as anvils.

"I thought I should tell you."

Top and bottom lashes were shutting.

"You have such beautiful eyes."

The Uchiha Prince kissed her on the lips. "Don't go to sleep yet. We have to get dressed." But it was hitting him just as hard.

"Just stay here for fifteen minutes."

Ashita was resolved.

So the pair remained a pair, basking in a kind of comfort that was rare for anyone, much less the Snake Pit, where apathy found a way to be hateful.

This was a sensation that had been missing for years. The warmth of another person's touch. No embraces. No kisses. Not even a brush of the hand on a shoulder. it was like sight after months of blindness. Or fresh water after years of drought. Yeah. They probably should get up, get dressed. Clean up a bit and go to bed like none of this ever happened.

But that was the most difficult thing in the world.

So instead of fifteen minutes, Sasuke stayed for three hours, just as stuck as the little snake who was wrapped hopelessly around him.

But then, at two o' clock in morning, one body split from the other and the lonesomeness set back in. A tide rolling back and forth across the beach.

Without the water, the sand burned like hell fire.

Sasuke found a way back to bed.