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He turned her around and lifted her thighs, pinning her hard to the wall. She liked him giving into desire and showing her how much he wanted her, she liked it even better when he broke away from the wall without breaking the kiss, making the way to his room.
They heard loud heard to their direction, which made Aline jump down and try to look innocent, Deidara rested his back on his door, head tilted slightly to the left.
"Hnn…"
Itachi appeared on the corridor's end and started walking towards them, to his room. His cheeks were slightly red and his eyes found it hard to focus on things.
"Hidan wanted a word, Deidara" he said walking past them and opening the room to his door. "Said it was important, he's on the living room"
And it was precisely now, he wanted a word, tonight of all nights and at this very moment. Itachi entered his room soundlessly as Aline grabbed Deidara's shirt and stepped on her tip toes.
"Night"
She kissed him one last time on the lips, gently. Like she needed to know it had been real before entering room.
He walked to the dining room wearily, cursing Hidan with every step, of course he could always blow him up, but the immortality thing made it less appealing. By the time Deidara was on the living room Hidan was fast asleep on the table.
Fortunately, he always had clay on him. He turned around and walked back to his room as small clay spiders crept all over Hidan.
"Katsu"
Audible bangs were heard through the mansion as Deidara's door slammed noise that was quickly replaced by Hidan's usual cursing.
In spite of the events of the evening nobody had any trouble sleeping, and no one was awake until very late in the afternoon. Hungover S-ranked criminals were not precisely safe to be around.
Aline couldn't take her mind off him. What was so special about him anyway? Crazy pyromaniac man. And the fact of him being just a few steps away didn't make it any easier. Maybe, just maybe that blonde haired blue, eyed freak would appear at her door. She stared at the door, trying to keep her eyes focused on one spot, she could go to his room but somehow she knew neither her stomach nor head were too fond of movement or anything else at the moment.
Deidara on the other hand hadn't drank as much, and was sitting down on his chair, sketching. Apparently he was in the zone, his hand almost moving on its own. Soon, his room was full of new sculptures, but there was one thing that wouldn't leave his mind. He put his pencil down, it was getting late, but he hadn't heard anyone leave their rooms yet, maybe she was still asleep. Could he sneak into her room? Of course he could sketch her without actually looking at her, but which artist could resist such temptation?
He walked to her room and opened the door to find her asleep. Asleep, beautiful and barely clothed. His heart leaped, he moved the black couch next to her bed and placed it in front of her, sitting down. It didn't take too long before several sketches were done, however he didn't know for how long she'd continue to be asleep, and he certainly didn't want her to find him there.
He stood up and walked to the door opening it carefully and he was about to close it when he heard her voice.
"Morning, pyro" she said with a soft, almost seductive voice, without minding her lack of clothes or the fact he was on her bedroom.
"Morning, gorgeous"
Words had come out of his mouth faster than he had expected them to. Her heart started beating fast, as if it was trying to beat out her chest, a slight blush on her cheeks He was in her room, she was on her underwear and he'd just called her gorgeous.
Aline couldn't help but stare at him, she felt so mesmerized.
"You're not wearing your hair up today" Deidara stepped closer, feeling strangely self-conscious, it was true, he sat on her bed and tugged a bit on his hair. "You look good"
"So, you're not getting up, h'mm"
He had completely blown off her compliment, was he blushing? He looked slightly nervous, he had forgotten about moving the couch back, hopefully she wouldn't notice. How could she, after all her room was a mess.
"Nahhh, my head is killing me, how long have you been up?"
"An hour maybe, yeah" he lied; a yawn escaped his mouth actually now that she mentioned it he was a bit tired. She looked so beautiful, just lying there; he could barely suppress the urge to taste her lips again.
She smiled a naughty smile and moved a little bit to the left in order to make room for him, then she lifted the covers and let her arm up. An open invitation which he gladly accepted. He got under the covers and pulled her close so she could rest her head on his chest. She felt something wet on her waist as Deidara rubbed her bare skin. One of the mouths of his hands had just licked her.