The Unfortunate Misadventures of a Willing Hostage.
Chapter 23
Journal Entry: 18. Nov 12
We were bored, completely and utterly bored.
Since Pein-nii-ni instated these new Akatski Black Ops who do most of the minor missions that don't involve bijuu's or big bounties we've all had a lot more time on our hands, so when all the chores were done we got time to ourselves the majority of us opted for lazing around in the common room. I was reading Lovecraftian cult novels on the couch with Tachi and about to fall asleep to the familiar yet soothing sounds of Deidara and Sasori yelling at one another about who's art was better when Konan piped up and suggested we play a game.
Shogun. It's basically Truth or Dare but with less truth and more dare. Itachi and I reluctantly agreed to this because even we were bored.
Things were going well at the beginning, Deidara was dared to wear his hair in twintails, Pein-nii-ni wore an aluminium foil hat shaped like a Viking helmet and I dared Hidan to crossdress. It was quite a hassle to get him into the corset but we made it, and he looked lovely. I now have a useful picture to use as leverage against him.
Things took a different turn when Konan won Shogun. That sly grin she had plastered on her face when she looked from me to Itachi. I knew she was up to no good when her grin widened and she said his name. He glared at her, seems like he knew what she was planning. His eyes widened slightly when she dared him to kiss me, and not just any old peck on the cheek. She wanted tonsil hockey.
At first I was outraged. psch Itachi of all people, I admit he's attractive, but he's like my best friend for cthulhu's sake, things would be weird. But after Hidan taunted me for being a fucking chicken, i was all fired up. There was no way in hell I would down that double shot of Absinthe. The alcohol induced hallucinations are cosmic but the hangovers are in no way as fabulous as the green fairy claimed. So I accepted the challenge, but only if Itachi was willing, and he was.
He looked down towards me and apologised for what he was about to do and then hooked his index finger under my chin, tilting my head up towards him. I closed my eyes when he very, very gently brushed his lips against mine. He drew back a few inches before he came closer to me again, this time around placing his hand behind my head and bringing me closer towards him. There was only slightly more pressure between our lips but I had slowly begun to reciprocate his movement. I felt his hands lightly grasp my waist. First they rested on my sides but gradually moved ever so slightly to my hips and drew me even closer. I draped my arms over his shoulders, knitting my fingers in the tuft of silky baby hair at the nape of his neck. By now our kisses were still soft but more passionate. His tongue slid cautiously along my bottom lip silently asking for entrance, I obliged and our tongues began to intertwine and dance to their own rhythm. One of his hands travelled upwards and I whimpered when his fingertips gently grazed along my breast. I quickly came to my senses and pushed him away from me, a thin line of saliva still connecting us. We stood there gazing at each other blankly for a moment until Kisame broke me from my stupor with a wolf whistle.
I excused myself from the game and went into seclusion in my bedroom.
DAMN YOU KONAN YOU SNEAKY LITTLE VIXEN!
A/N: Ooh the plot thickens.