50-Party
Sasuke/Gaara
(Sasuke's PointOfView)
*flash backs will be italicized*
Red hair, Jade green eyes, pale skin.
I groaned looking at the window that dared let sunlight into the room, my hands reached up to my black tangled hair. Hesitantly I sighed gripping it looking away from the window and down at my empty king sized bed.
His hands ran over my body encouraging me to react, oh damn I did. My body arched into the touch as he rubbed his tongue over a dusty pink nipple. My breath hitched my thought fighting back from moaning out.
-Reality setting changed, Bathroom-
I groaned looking at my self in the mirror, I looked like shit, me Uchiha Sasuke looked like shit. I practically ripped the medicine cabinet open for pain killer, anything to dull this hang over.
His finger filled me, I painted and moaned looking up at him, my usual mask of indifference no longer existed I was a whore in heat. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt, but he made the pain something I wanted to crave. That's when I felt the fingers withdraw.
-Reality setting changed, Kitchen-
I grabbed a water out of the fridge taking sips of it as Itachi walked into the kitchen barely even glancing at me. He heard, of course he did he hears everything even on the other side of the fucking estate for crying out loud.
"Must of been one hell of a party." he commented as he started to cook him self eggs.
He filled me with a hot sticky liquid, it felt nice as I laid there basking in the high of climax. Then he pulled out cleaning up a little as he redress. He never broke, his face of calmness never faltered he never made a sound. He gave me a quick glance as he left my room.
"Yeah," I finally replied, hurt was clear in my onyx eyes. "It sure was.."