Two

Sasori entered the living room with as much poise as he could manage, considering he had just run to the kitchen to get the glass of water he'd forgotten he had promised he would bring her. Omizu was leaning back in her seat, her eyes half closed, clearly relaxing after hauling his much heavier body for miles. He paused in the doorway to study her, trying to find what it was about her that had excited him so much.

She was pretty but he'd seen lovelier; her body was small but perfect for its size. Still, in the past he had favored women with a bit more curve. She had long, dark hair and her doe eyes were brown; again nothing out of the ordinary, nevertheless he found her compelling in the extreme.

He moved into the room and her eyes flew open; she sat up and then went still when she saw him. And, for the first time in a long while, Sasori was pleased with the way his true appearance left her speechless. He was aware that he was an extremely attractive man but he normally cared nothing for that fact. He admired beauty, to be sure, but didn't dwell on his own.

However, he felt a burst of pride as her eyes widened and her mouth parted slightly; he hadn't told her his name yet and so her reaction was a genuine one; not induced by his suggestion. His body responded to her approval, he had been semi aroused since meeting her and now his erection reached almost painful fullness. He was going to make love to the girl until she collapsed.

"Hiruko asked me to see to your needs," he said as he made his way to the seat, his eyes locked with hers. "My name is Sasori; it's a pleasure to meet you."

If anyone in his acquaintance could hear him at that moment, they would have been struck stupid with disbelief. Sasori was not one for small talk and certainly not polite. Of course, they'd never seen him trying to get into a woman's pants before either.

Omizu stiffened when he said his name, and he knew his suggestion had been fully triggered. She would find him irresistible now, and would experience the same longing he had suffered from all day. He had no intention of letting her suffer though. He watched as a delicate blush spread across her cheeks and he couldn't help wondering what she was thinking.

Omizu had been shocked by the appearance of Sasori. He was incredibly gorgeous, with shocking red hair and the most unusual eyes. He was like some exotic animal and she'd been staring at him from the moment he came into her range of vision. She knew it was rude but she couldn't help herself. When he spoke, his voice was incredibly sensual; she could feel it in her blood.

As he approached her, she felt the growing urge to rip his clothes off and see if his body was as magnificent as his face. She'd never been one to indulge in casual sex but she wanted this man badly. She was having the most graphic images of him and it startled her; she could feel her face turning red as he drew near.

At close range Sasori could easily see she was in a state of arousal; her eyes were dark and her breathing slightly hitched. Exercising iron control, he carefully handed her the glass of water he'd gotten for her, aware she needed to hydrate before he had his way with her. That he was considerate of her condition was unprecedented but he thought nothing of it.

Omizu nervously accepted the glass and then kept her eyes fixed on the floor while she drank the water. Looking at Sasori disturbed her; she wasn't used to such a lack of self control. She was far too aware of his presence and she was ashamed to be feeling this way for a virtual stranger.

Sasori saw the look of unease on her face and realized rather abruptly that she really was a good girl; she was feeling guilty for desiring him. He hadn't anticipated such a reaction from such a sexually appealing young woman; not that he thought women did nothing but sleep around all day. Still, he knew many women were very modern as far as their sexuality was concerned. She didn't seem to be one of those women.

With a sigh, he considered his options. He knew very well that his suggestion would impel her to sleep with him. All he had to do was wait and she would succumb. The other option was to initiate contact; and then she could blame him in the morning instead of herself. Why he was even bothering being concerned about it, he couldn't say. He almost reconsidered the whole thing simply because it was making him have so many conflicting reactions.

However his body had thoughts of its own, and of its own volition his hand reached out to cup her chin, tilting her head back, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You are so beautiful it makes me want to kiss you."

Omizu's eyes widened in astonishment at his bold words whispered in a voice husky with need. She couldn't help the laugh that escaped her; before leaning in to him to whisper, "I was thinking the same thing."

Relief washed through Sasori, quickly followed by hunger. She had more or less given her assent, so he leaned down and kissed her as he'd wanted to do for hours. He kissed her softly for all of two seconds, and then she slid her hands up into his hair and pressed her body close to his. Raw lust had him trying to devour her in a matter of moments. He was inundated by wild, reckless urges that left him stunned in the wake of their savagery.

Apparently he had waited too long between lovers, he realized ruefully. He had virtually no control and little will to temper his desire. Her hands tightened in his hair and she moaned into his mouth, threatening to destroy what little sanity he had left. He yanked her out of the chair, lifting her into the air, astonished at how light she was as he held her aloft with one arm.

He pressed her body to his, the contrast of her heat shocking against his own; in places where her flesh came into contact with what little flesh he had left it was almost unbearably erotic. Less then half his body was still human, it was almost unbelievable that he could still experience such wanting,

He sat down in the chair he'd removed her from, and sat her in his lap. Warning bells went off in Omizu's head when she slid her legs over his hips and the evidence of his arousal pressed against her. She was having a hard time thinking; he was incredibly attractive and he obviously was sexually drawn to her. What had started out as a kiss had quickly blown up into something far more.

She wasn't sure if she wanted this or not. Well, that was a lie because just kissing him had made her wet. She wanted it; but she wasn't sure doing this was right. She'd just met him, and what if that nice man Hiruko walked in and saw them? The idea was mortifying.

She tore her mouth away from his and moaned, "Please stop, we can't…Hiruko might see us."

Sasori registered her words, but heard them as if from far away. It took a moment for him to realize she was actually struggling against his suggestion implant, in order to save someone else's feelings. She was really something else, her willpower was impressive but there was no way he could let her go at this point. He could feel her desire for him; it was scalding in its wet heat, making thinking rationally virtually impossible.

"Don't worry, he's in bed," Sasori managed to grit out, and it was true: the puppet had been put away.

His words held a pleading edge, and they overwhelmed her token resistance…