Part 0008: Sasori/Deidara
"Damn, un," I shivered as his hands ran over me. My teenage hormones making me stomach tingle as he pulled back with a huff, his eyes looking me over once more.
"You aren't seriously injured," he said turning me around to look at my back, "Some raw patches where you no longer have skin and a sprained wrist."
"Thanks, un," I smirk as he ignores me and sets about slathering my back with the healing ointment. My wrist was already a swollen mess and turning black and blue, but I knew Danna was right and it was merely sprained. He finished and stood, moving around behind me with the faint rustling of his clothing as the only noise in the room. My skin is still tingling with the warmth of his hands. "Hey, Danna, when will I be healed enough to train again with that jutsu, un?"
He walked around to stand before me with a sigh, a spectulative gleam in his eyes as he gave me a careful once over. "Hmm, maybe two weeks. You need to have your wrist back in order to reasonably perform the hand signs and your back should be well on the way to healing by then."
"Yes, un!" I cheered. He snorted and began to walk away. I watched him go. . . those pants make his rear look so yummy. I chuckled, (not giggle, I do not giggle no matter how gleeful my laughter is) and turned back towards my room. I think I'll have some good dreams tonight just remembering his hands as he lightly touched my body. Fleeting touches that left flickers of warmth on my skin and stirred the butterflies in my stomach as I daydreamed about kisses.
It really was unfair that I'm still fourteen and I doubt that Danna would ever have any interest in my scrawny, awkward teenage body. He's much more mature than I am and I think he's supposed to be in like his thirties even if he still looks like he nineteen or twenty. He's also a better ninja and regularly proves it in our spars. On just about every level he's too good for me.
Still I figure I can dream as I wait to grow up and get stronger.