in for the kill
note1: WRITERS BLOCK! HELP!
note2:I'm so stuck right now...
arc one: dawning
chapter: summer
Sweat trickled down her neck slowly, leaving a shimmering trail on her overheated flesh. She tried to press herself even further into the cool tiles of the kitchen floor to no avail. Sakura sighed heavily, and cursed the abomination that was summer in Ame.
The rains had stopped and left a suffocating heat in their wake. It wouldn't have been so bad if it had been a dry heat. Dry heat she could deal with. But no, this was the land of rain, and there was an over abundance of moisture in the air. The humidity was suffocating her slowly, weighing down her lungs and making her unbelievably fatigued. She drug her fingers over the cool tiles and sighed again, wishing she could sink into the floor.
She damned Kakuzu for being so cheap and Pein for agreeing with him as she sucked in another breath of steamy air. No need for air conditioning her ass. This was awful! She wondered if this was what steamed rice felt like, all sticky and limp, malleable like wet clay.
Soft footsteps on the tile brought her out of her musings. She turned her head to see pale feet and painted toes. She follows his legs up to his chest, which is coated in a light sheen of sweat, rosary sticking to his hot flesh at an awkward angle. From their she follows the pale column of his throat to his cherubic face, twisted into a lecherous grin at her sprawling form and her general lack of clothing. (It was way too damn hot, so she'd stripped of everything but her chest bindings and black undershorts. She didn't really give a fuck about decorum at the moment.)
"You planning on doing this often Bitch?" he purrs, giving her an approving glance. He could get used to this.
"Mrmff," she mumbles back, lacking the energy to give him a proper response, " 'S cool."
"Really now?" he snickers. (Damn, she looked so fuckable, sprawled across the floor, eyes lidded heavily, face slightly flushed from the excessive heat. She licks her lips and he nearly loses it. Jashin help him, he's gonna end up in hell because of this girl.)
"Mhmm," she murmurs, and pats the floor next to her, a clear invitation. Hidan rolls his eyes and sighs, but gets down and joins her anyways.
He lays down beside her, wiggling around to try and get comfy on the hard tiles. She snorts at his antics and he glares back, but it has no venom behind it. He closes his eyes and sighs, and she smiles and shivers when he begins to trace nonsensical patterns on her stomach with his cool fingertips. It's soothing yet sensual, and a low moan escapes her throat. She can practically feel him smirk, but decides to just ignore it for now. It's too damn hot for fighting. Exhaling, Sakura lets her eyes slide closed as the faint chill of the tile and Hidan's wandering hands lull her to sleep.
Hidan looks at the sleeping girl next to him and wonders how they got so damn lucky. Glancing about quickly to make sure no one is around, he places a chaste kiss against her lips, butterfly soft and sugar sweet. It's not how he is, tender and affectionate, but he does it anyway. Leaning back, he brushes a loose lock of pink away from her face and decides that maybe not all heathens need eternal damnation. This one, he wonders, may just be his salvation.
note3: Well that turned out better than expected.