With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic
'Two more days Kabuto, you can make it, just 48 hours.' Kabuto thought to himself as he stared at his raging erection pitching a tent in his medical scrubs. All week he hadn't masturbated once, he was saving a weeks worth of himself for Anastacia. It was positively painful, he relieved himself sexually atleast once every other day. In desperate times like these he turned to his medical books, they had the most horrific, hard-on killing images in it. Who could be turned on by color pictures of genital warts. Once he had read his boner away, he finished mixing orochimarus medicines and placed them in the fridge, before heading down the hall to the kitchen.
Anastacia stood at the stove boiling water for hot chocolate. She was wearing black yoga pants and a red off the shoulder sweater. Her hair was put up in a messy bun and she was wearing her square rimmed reading glasses. She was in a lazy mood as evident by her lack of makeup and mismatched socks. She sighed as the water took its time to boil. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.
"Hello Gorgeous" Kabuto whispered in her ear.
"Hello handsome, two more days" She smiled and turned to face him.
"Yeah, it's killing me" He smiled painfully.
"It will all be worth it, Kabuto." She assured, kissing him on the lips softly.
"I know, it's just so hard…and so am I" He grumbled kissing her back.
She laughed and wrapped her hands around his neck and staring into his eyes. Damn he had beautiful eyes. She kissed him again hungrily. He kissed back even harder, they kissed furiously and passionately in the kitchen. After a while, they could swear they saw steam coming from there bodies. Anastacia never knew you could be so turned on while fully clothed. Their glasses fogged and Anastacis leapt up from the embrace
"OhMY- my Hot Chocolate!" She exclaimed running to the bubbling pot on the stove. It was pointless the water had mostly evaporated in a steamy cloud.
Kabuto stared at the bubbling pot, knowing exactly how it felt: Close to eruption.