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In the bedroom, he isn't sure what she's doing - years of isolation have done nothing to prepare him for this - but when she steps forward, leaning on her tiptoes and nuzzling the space under his jaw, somehow he understands. Wordlessly, he lets her hands palm the broad edge of his shoulders, peeling back the fabric of his shirt. Before he knows it, she's kissing him, tracing the line of his collarbone with her lips and dropping small kisses on the mark on his chest.

Kimimaro sighs, and Anko flows upward again, kissing the side of his jaw. "You can move too, you know," Anko says.

"...move?"

Anko smiles into his neck. "Think about it," Anko says, and she drops a small kiss on his shoulder.

There is a moment - a single, terrifying moment - when neither one of them moves. Anko takes the time to shrug out of her jacket, pull off her shirt without so much as a preamble. There is an ease of movement when she does this, and Kimimaro is surprised at how comfortable she is in her own skin. "You've done this before," Kimimaro says, a little awestruck, and Anko laughs and rolls her eyes.

"Come on," Anko says, and she tugs him to the bed. And then, a little wickedly, "I'll be gentle."

In the dark, he can feel her moving against his hand. Her skin is soft and surprisingly warm, and he can feel her breath fanning against his skin. She presses her lips against the line of his collarbone, follows it down to his sternum and the side of his chest. Her movement is slow and lingering, and he feels expert hands ghosting the waist of his pants.

There's a new line of skin exposed, and Anko rubs her mouth on the patch of skin. His stomach tightens, and when she kisses him just below his navel his breath hitches, despite himself.

Anko rises again, leaning over him. "Do you want to kiss me?" she asks. Kimimaro nods, and wordlessly rolls her onto her back. Her breasts are full and soft, and hesitantly, he leans and gently kisses her just below her collarbone.

Anko sighs, then takes her hand and cups her breast. Kimimaro watches, transfixed, as she slowly tweaks her nipple with her fingers. "You can use your mouth on them," Anko says. Her eyes slide upwards, meeting his.

Dutifully, he closes his mouth around her nipple, and Anko gasps, arching her back. He swipes his tongue around her areola, and with his hand rolls her other nipple under his thumb. Suddenly he has a purpose, and knowing this makes him feel less awkward.

"Tell me what to do," he says. Anko nods, then takes his hand, guiding it between her legs. "Like this?" he asks, and he presses his fingers into her clitoris. Anko squirms.

"Y-yes." Her voice is choked. Pleased, Kimimaro moves lower, moving her leg to the side. "Do you want me to use my mouth on there, too?"

"If...if you want."

"I want to be useful," he says, and dips low and gives an experimental lick. Anko gasps, and when he presses closer her voice comes in a low whine.

He has no problem reading her body. Like countering an enemy in battle, he is able to make slight but precise adjustments to her reactions. The way her breath hitches, how her hands grip the sheets. She's a coil ready to spring, and when he presses just the right amount of pressure, she finally comes, thrashing against him and her hands fisting into his hair.

The air shifts, and suddenly Anko is pulling him up by the arms and kissing him, crushing her body against his. Insistent hands tug desperately at his belt, and Kimimaro gasps when he feels her grip his length. "Anko-"

"Please," Anko says. She pulls at him again, guides him to her entrance. He enters her slowly, just the head at first, shaking at the feel of her tight channel stretching around him; the sensation is too much, and with one harsh thrust he's inside her, unable to control himself.

He feels her grip his back as he buries his face into her shoulder, thrusting hard. Anko moans softly, fingers digging into his skin. She feels good. Blindly, he gropes for her hand, her breast, kisses her cheek and neck and the corners of her eyes. The mouths collide, and his breath leaves him in a harsh rush as she kisses him back.

When he comes, he's nearly breathless, collapsing on her and dizzily hearing her jagged breath against his ear. It's enough to send her over the edge, and he feels the contractions of her orgasm around him.

He finally manages to untangle himself, and Anko rolls on her side and nuzzles against his shoulder.

"That wasn't so bad, right?" she says.

And he can't find the words to answer.