Here we go, folks!

Chapter 9 up and ready for all ya'll :D

So… In updating this, I must have a bitch moment.

For the simple fact that I hate trolls… And people who don't know how to read.

Everybody here knows that I DON'T OWN NARUTO, and therefore, Deidara cannot be my own original character…duhh.

Now, for whatever reason, some person—who hadn't even the decency post this review under their real name—thinks that I said that Deidara was my OWN OC…

Does anyone know how utterly REDICULOUS that sounds?

Now, I kinda understand, because how my description is written, there is no comma between OC and Deidara, but common sense says, he's not my OC. Everyone should know that.

And can someone tell me if he is completely unrecognizable as a character? Because according to this person he is… I do go slightly OOC with my stories and others' characters, but it is simply for the benefit of the story—things wouldn't work if everyone was a douche canoe. That's the purpose of fan fictions people! To bend and twist and mold characters into people who work with situations in your own mind for your own and other people's enjoyment…GRR. I hate people.

And now that I've taken my frustrations out—not that you really had to read it, this was more for the benefit of the person who wrote the review—I present, CHAPTER 9! With nice lemony goodness :D

Disclaimer—I swear if I owned anything but the plot and my characters, do you think I'd be half broke? No. I didn't think so.

Chapter 9

Bottoms up

*~*3rd person's P.O.V.*~*

Tsuki really hadn't known how to plan an actual party, for the simple fact that she had never been brought up with the opportunity to do so. Granted some of her artistic vision would be able to help, it didn't necessarily come in handy when trying to prep for everything. Ideas ran rampant in her head as she sat at the desk in the room shared between her and Hikari, and for a moment, she thought her head might explode. Her pencil tapped against the blank piece of paper in front of her, teasing her into giving up.

But she wouldn't…she couldn't. It was something for a friend…the first friend that she had had in a long time, and in all honesty, she felt that if she didn't do it up right, she'd loose that one luxury that she had been looking for. Her head rested gentlyagainst her palm and she closed her eyes tightly in an attempt to clear her mind.

With a deep breath, the two-toned haired girl began to sketch out a semi-crude drawing of an elaborate set up, meant for the "family room" of the Akatsuki hideout. There were tables meant for drinks, and food, and then there was a separate table meant for Hikari's presents. There was a special arch that she had drawn, that the birthday girl would strut through, with her man on her arms, where the entire Akatsuki would stand, holding some sort of object that would make an arch as well, so it was like she was walking through a tunnel—she had yet to figure out what they would use. And then there was the issue of how the couches in said family room would be arranged, for maximum space, what games would be played, and of course the theme! What would she do for a theme? Tsuki slammed her head down on the desk over her semi-finished drawing of what they were to do for the party, and let a deep breath escape her lips. It was much harder than she ever expected.

I don't understand why you of all people would even try to plan a party. You clearly aren't one for social gatherings.

That blonde haired dunce is just as stupid as you, if not dimmer.

She couldn't hold back the hiss that slipped out of her mouth and into the air around her. It was rather frustrating that he wouldn't allow her to just go one day without having to deal with his thoughts attacking the sanity of what once had been her mind. However, now was not the time to be worrying about her…mental issues. She had to focus solely on Hikari, and making sure she had the best birthday, ever.

*~*Tsuki-chan's POV*~*

It had taken me a good hour and a half to try and finalize my entire design for Hikari-chan's birthday. In truth, I wasn't all that satisfied, but I had to take into account that neither Deidara nor I had the money to throw an elaborate ball. Nor did either of us have the money to make the party extremely classy. In short, Deidara-san and I had to cut back on buying the fancy party decorations that we wanted, and instead, settled for cheap plastic table cloths, plastic party cups—to hold the alcohol in—reusable plastic bowls and plates, for chips and other things, rolls of coloured paper that would make streamers on the ceiling, and balloons that we were lucky to find fairly cheap. Now all that was left was the presents—and one would think that a simple task, ne? With Deidara-san…it was near impossible…

"Tsuki, do you think that Hikari-chan will like this, hm?" Deidara held up a very flimsy looking see-through dress, with a cheetah-print bra attached, and furry trim around the edges. On the hanger in his other hand, Deidara had a pair of matching thigh high socks, and garters. I nearly face palmed. I wouldn't doubt that it would look amazing on her, that much I was certain, but I couldn't help but to think that it very simply wasn't her style. Although more apt to voice her opinions, and such than I was, I doubted that she was actually as promiscuous as I was, therefore leading me to believe, she would never where it in her life. She seemed to lean just a tad to the conservative side when it came to clothing…

My head shook back and forth slowly, and I held up a simple deep purple bra and boyshort combo, that I was certain would be more her type, and besides, it was the comfortable seamless kind—so it would work for when she was on mission as well as just chillin' around the house. Deidara's nose turned up, his lips pursed in silent disdain. He wanted to see his love dressed in exotic things, something that I was sure every male wanted, but the look quickly faded away, being replaced by a perverted smile.

"I guess that's okay too, hmm." He made quick work of buying the items, before we headed back out to the streets of Amegakure, with one last thing on our minds. Hikari-chan needed a dress to wear to her party…

Good luck with that…

Dress shopping for others wasn't my forte… I was always attracted to those crazy cheetah print ones that fit really tightly, or the skimpily cut dress that showed a lot of skin and barely even covered your breasts, or ass. Neither of those were appropriate for a twenty first birthday, nor were they appropriate for being in a room full of sex deprived men. And to think that I could've learned something….

Deidara peeked into shops here and there, eyeing a certain piece before frowning at the price. Nothing here came cheap, and regardless of the fact that the leader of the Akatsuki was like a god to everyone, his subordinates didn't get the luxury of having everything discounted. Only the necessities…and the occasional visit to the local bar, strip club, or hostel.

I had turned my head to the side, noticing a figure dressed in all black following us, but I hadn't said anything. The chakra signature felt familiar, and so, I took it as no real threat. While walking, Deidara had stopped, his eyes focused on a dress displayed in a store window. "THAT'S IT, UN! THAT'S THE DRESS!" With a fervor I hadn't known a male like Deidara could have for fashion, he bounded into the store, speaking so rapidly to one of the floor salesmen that I doubted she understood him.

I glanced at the dress that he had pointed out, taking in the simple details of it. The entire thing was a deep, rich black, with some sort of diamonds making a pattern on the front, almost like a bursting design, but not quite. The top was strapless, but had a wrap that could make it into a halter, or just a plain old sleeveless. It came about knee length, but the mannequin it was on seemed rather short and I expected that the dress would come to about mid thigh length on Hikari. However, I couldn't doubt that it was something she would wear.

With a smile on his face, Deidara exited the shop, a delicately wrapped box in his hand. "I got it, yeah. I even got them to drop the price for me, hmm." So long as he was happy, and didn't accuse me of something, or start yelling at me, I was content too. Now all I wanted was to see him try and get it on Hikari.

*~*Hikari's POV*~*

My head tilted back slightly as I let the water caress my face, drowning in the wonderful feel that it brought to my tense muscles. Kami, how I loved warm showers. I wasn't exactly in a rush to get out either. My birthday was today, and guaranteed that idiot Deidara had planned something "wonderful" for me. Birthdays weren't my thing. In all honesty, it was just another day, that just so happened to be the day that I was born…twenty one years ago… Sure celebrating it back then, and my first year of life was maybe okay, but anywhere after that was just…eh. Especially since I was hittin' the big number now. Past the big two-oh.

Dammit.

With little more than a frustrated sigh, I turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower, shivering as the cold air hit my body—leaving goose bumps in its wake. Without looking into the mirror that was fogged, but had a message written in it, I grabbed a towel and waltzed carelessly into my bedroom. After all, it was my room, and I had enough right to imagine that if I hadn't answered the door, nobody would just walk right in and wait for me to get out of the shower, right? Wrong.

Of course, being in my still half-asleep state, I ignored the figure dressed in his "lounge-wear"—so Leader-sama liked to call it—and smoothed my way over to my armoire. Glancing up into the mirror, I took a deep breath and jumped, finally noting the blonde haired explosives expert who was perched on the edge of my bed, a box in his hands.

"Mornin' birthday girl, yeah." His smile seemed to light up the room, but that wouldn't push the fact that I was currently standing in nothing but a towel with him staring at me. No, that wasn't going to work.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" I half screeched, pulling the towel tighter around my body, attempting to cover myself from his view. Of course, I hadn't realized that this pulled it up just a bit in the back, and seeing as I still had my back turned to him, well, let's just say he got a tiny little peek at certain…areas.

"I'm enjoying the view, of course, mm." His smirk widened, and I knew something stupid was going to come out of that obnoxious mouth of his. "Nice ass, Hikari-chan, hmm." The lotion bottle on my dresser made contact with the side of his head, in turn making him groan in pain. However, as much as I wanted it to be, he wasn't done yet. "Oh? Some lotion for me to rub all over you? My, my Hikari, getting a little bold, aren't we, yeah?" He chuckled, not long before I grabbed the throw pillow that had been lying down next to the lotion. This time—much to my relief, I was able to smother him long enough to grab a bra and a pair of underwear from my drawers.

"Dei-Dei?" He tilted his head to my un-posed question after detaching the pillow from his face. "Get. Out. Now."

I had no prevail, Deidara only stood from his spot and walked over to me, the box between his side and his arm. A blush lit my features when he was standing over me, his mouth at my ear. "But Hika-koi, I have something for you, mm. I can't give it to you if I leave." His voice was barely a whisper, and not gunna lie—it made me hot all over like the fourth of July. Leave it to the stupid blonde menace to know everything that turned me on without even thinking.

"Deidara, please get away from my person space, and then you can give me what it is you have to, okay?" I tilted my head as if trying to get away from him, and I saw the pout form on his face. Nonetheless, he backed away, holding the box out for me. "What is it?" The box was long and black, and if I guessed correctly, I'd say it was some type of clothing…Oh god… Deidara buying me clothes….AGH.

"Just open it, hmm. I promise you'll like it!" The smile re-appeared on his face, but this time it wasn't a playful smirk, just a quick twitch of his lips, or that sadistic smile he got when he used his art on towns and villages. No, this was a one hundred percent perfect smile that had my hear tracing a hundred miles a minute. I couldn't say no to that.

With a skeptical look in my eyes, I began to gently take the delicately tied bow off, making sure to be careful with it. I thought it was kinda pretty…and it wasn't all too flashy either. I could definitely use it as a bracelet, anklet or necklace—provided that I was willing to take the time and recreate the beautiful bow that had once been. IN ANYCASE! The lid to the box popped open on its own, signaling that whatever had been in there was obviously too big for the box.

That meant a lot of fabric…Which could've meant one of two things. Either Deidara got me something extremely practical—something I had doubted—orrrrr he had bought a plethora of unimportant and extremely unpractical items and stuffed them into a box. I was inclined to believe the latter, however when the lid came completely off, my breath was caught in my throat. The simplest black dress lay carefully in the box, its x-shaped halter top hanging slightly out of the edge of the box. With stunned-and slightly wary—movements, I pulled the rest of the dress out, thinking it would be some skimpy dress that showed my ass. Sadly—or rather, happily—mistaken, I took note to the fact that the dress came just above my knees. It was definitely something I would wear. Of course, the sparkly design on the front could have been discarded…I wasn't one for the sparkles…

There was no way in hell that the smug bastard was going to find out I actually liked it though. "Dei-chan, it's pretty, I'll give you that…and for once, you picked something somewhat anti-sluttish. I applaud you." I laid the dress down on my bed, freezing when I remembered that I had absolutely no clothing on...and the always horny bastard was sitting on the edge of said bed…the tongue in his palm waggling about.

"Aren't you going to put it on, hm?" Deidara's head tilted to the side a bit, as he waited for the answer that he expected to be a yes. I swear, the look I had given him would have been to die for laughing if anyone else had seen it.

` "Dei-Dei, you don't expect me to wear a dress? You don't honestly believe that I would wear this unless completely necessary?" He shrugged, pointing to the calendar on the wall.

"It is necessary, yeah. It's your birthday Hikari-chan. So let's get that dress on you, hm?" Deidara should have known better…regardless of if he was my…boyfriend—I still had trouble getting used to the word—or not, I wasn't about to let him see me naked. Not yet anyway. As soon as his fingers made contact with the exposed skin of my thigh, he was flying through the door, with a swift, chakra-enhanced kick.

I'd like to see him get me into that thing now!

…or maybe I'd just put it on anyway… just to humor my curiosity.

At this point it was hard for me to decipher the difference between what came from my drunken state and what was actually a reality. Those around me seemed to be naught more than fucked up blurs, all stumbling and falling over one-another, swearing, dancing, fighting, doing pretty much anything you could do without killing someone when you were under the influence...The only person who I was certain was sober, and hadn't had one drink was Tsuki-chan…but… maybe I was wrong? She had disappeared long ago, muttering something under her breath about crap music and anxiety. I couldn't remember…probably because I too, was fucked up beyond all belief. Just two shots of hard liquor, that was it… Damn, I guess my drinking head really was that bad…

I couldn't discriminate any people in the room, save for Hidan. It was very simply the fact that he was even more obnoxious and annoying when he was drunk and therefore deserved every drunken kick and or punch that I delivered to him. All of their voices sounded the same to me. All of their standard issue clothing blended together. It was ridiculous! Hadn't any of them heard of originality? Owning more than one outfit was perfectly acceptable, people! Especially on days when you're just…yah'know…chillen'… but there I go, on a liquor laced rant that really could be any less interesting.

And yet, throughout this entire mess, I had failed to locate my blonde haired lover. I was almost a hundred percent certain that he had started out the party by my side, downing a good three or four mixed concoctions that I wouldn't dare ever try, but somewhere down the road, he had completely disappeared. I started to worry. Had he ditched me? On my birthday none the less. Tch. So much for staying in a monotonous relationship. My heart began to pound at the thought, and the real effects of the drinks I had swallowed earlier had really started to kick in. I would later found out that I was one hell of a sloppy, angry drunk. Great.

My feet seemed to try and trip me with every step I took—as if they were bent on ending my life right then and there. Every time I looked down, the floor blended with my feet and I would stumble a bit into someone, cursing at them for not watching their steps, even though I was the one at fault. My legs felt like putty, but I didn't complain. My straggled footsteps eventually led me into the lap of someone, whose face I couldn't see. It had gotten unnecessarily dark in the large room, and everything was currently spinning. Definitely not a plus.

A groan left my lips as a sort of nauseous feeling coursed its way over me, and the person below me stiffened. "You okay birthday girl, yeah?" I could never ever mistake his voice, even if I was intoxicated beyond all reason. All I could provide was a quick, curt nod that only made everything worse. The more I moved, the more it hurt. "Perhaps we should go into my room, hmm? Where it's not so loud and stuff, yeah?" Deidara's fingers danced on the exposed skin of my shoulders, due to the black dress that he had bought me for this occasion. Of course, when he first presented it, I had refused childishly, and even gone so far as to throwing the box in his face, shouting at him to get away and let me sleep in on my special day. After a few moments of persuasion however, he had somehow managed to get me into the damned thing, and I had to admit, it was mad comfortable.

It provided easy access as well…

If I wasn't so plastered, the blush that I felt rising would have become extremely apparent against my ivory toned skin. "But…wha 'bout er'yone else?" My words slurred together and god damn did I sound like a hot mess...

"They're all too drunk to realize that you're gone, Hikari-chan, yeah. Don't worry, hmm." Why did he sound so damn sober? It wasn't fair! Maybe it was just something acquired from spending so long with a bunch of people who did nothing but drink on their spare time? Perhaps if I practiced thinking with a clear…No…no, no more drinking after tonight.

"Mmmkaay." Deidara's hands wrapped firmly around my lower waist, so he could pick me up like a father carrying his child.

"Hikari-chan, wrap your arms around my neck, and your legs around my waist please, yeah." He gazed intently into my half-lidded eyes; waiting for me to do said task—which mind you I did none too gracefully. With a few shit-faced giggles, and unintelligible slurs, I was able to wrap both appendages haphazardly around the body of my lover. He didn't complain, nor did he make any noises, but I couldn't argue it. The less arguments, the better.

Deidara dropped me gently against his wondrous bed, and although I could see that he intended to walk away and perhaps change, or grab something from his bathroom, I refused to tear my arms away from his neck. I tried to pull him closer, giggling and slurring something that even I couldn't make sense of. I tugged on him roughly, and watched as he started to fall forward, expecting him to just lay himself right on top of me, but of course, he wouldn't allow that. He caught himself, placing his hands at either side of my head, his nose pressed gently against mine, and his hair creating a curtain around both of our faces. A few more giggles came from my lips, as my hot, alcohol laced breath cascaded across his face.

"Dei-Dei!" I squealed out, running my fingers lazily through tendrils of long blonde hair. He grunted in response, nipping at my top lip teasingly. "Yer face…." I hiccupped none too gracefully, and laughed some more, "it looks li'e yuh got one eye!" So, perhaps in a drunken state I wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. With our faces pressed so close together, I had gone cross-eyed, making it seem as if he indeed only had one eye.

"You're wasted Hikari-chan, hmm." He observed, showering my hot cheeks in sweet, innocent kisses, and I could distinctly hear the sound of his palm's mouths munching down on the sheets below us. Deidara let out a sigh, trying to step away from me, but I couldn't let him go. Not yet.

"Where d'yah think yer goin', bub!" The words came out as a growl, even though I hadn't intended it to be such in anyway. "Wha' abou' meh birthday sex? Mmmm?" At this point, I had no control over what I was saying. I most definitely wouldn't have suggested it, regardless of how much I might have wanted it, because the practical side of me would have listed the most horrid repercussions. Reminder to self; No drinking.

"Hika-chan, hmm…I don't think that's such a good idea…considering the fact that your drunk, yeah. Let's wait until you…"

"NOOO! Dei-Dei I want you!" My lips pressed fervently against his in an attempt to shut him up. I just wanted him to get it over with. I wanted him to finally claim me as mine. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but it didn't matter anymore. I just wanted to feel him, let him take control of me. God dammit, what was he waiting for.

As soon as I pressed against him harder—our lips still molded to one another—I felt him stiffen, and press back—moaning just barely into our kiss. This was it. This was what I had been waiting for. Deidara gave up on trying to get away, instead moving his lower half onto the bed so his knees were resting at mine, with his hands moved just a bit lower, so they were at my shoulders. They gripped tightly at the sheets beneath me, as if trying to hold in that want he had expressed. That wasn't going to fly.

My lips broke away from his, so I could breathe, but he took it as an opportunity to rid myself of my dress. His fingers worked quickly on the halter strap of the dress, untying the gentle bow-knot with ease, before he moved his hands down to my thighs, where the hem of the dress had hiked up a bit. He caressed my neck with butterfly kisses, as the mouths on his palms began to lick and nibble at the sensitive skin on the outside of my thighs. It took all I had not to scream out in pleasure—so I settled for squirming a bit and whimpering. It felt too damn good. Like I had three men using their mouths in ways that I had only imagined in my wildest dreams. "Hikari-chan, yeah…" He lifted his head to look me in the eyes; his gorgeous ocean blues eyes mesmerizing. He stopped pulling my dress up—just above my waist, exposing the lace boy shorts I was wearing—and took in a shaky breath. He was nervous. "Are you sure you want me to do this, hmm? We can wait till you've sobered up, yeah."

Shaking my head quickly, I tugged at Deidara's shirt, indicating that I just wanted him to screw me. He definitely got the message. Deidara ripped the smooth black dress from my body, sending a cold brush of air against my body. Goosebumps appeared on my skin, but feeling his hands kneading at my breasts through my bra was enough to send them away.

"Dei-Dei…" His name was naught more than a moan from my lips, that fell carelessly into the air, following my fingers in the blonde bombers hair again. I pulled him closer, needing the feel of his hands on me, the feel of his lips caressing every inch of skin that they could get to.

I found myself reeling with an exotic pleasure that I hadn't known I could feel before. Every single touch was like electricity to my veins—I was so sensitive. I didn't understand why…I didn't want to know why. I just wanted more.

Deidara's hands grew shakier with each inch they got closer to the clasp of my bra, his anticipation for what taking off the restraint would reveal was almost radiating off of his very being. I could barely see his beautiful blue eyes, for the simple fact that they were lidded from lust, but Deidara had made a point to gaze into my eyes the entire time. "Hikari-chan…your skin is so soft, hmm." Nibbling at the very sensitive skin of my earlobe, he managed to undo my bra, and toss it carelessly to the side.

Hot breath fanned across the skin of newly revealed breasts, before enveloping both in rough, but gentle hands. Uncoordinated mouths began nipping and licking at hardened nipples, erupting a groan of pleasure from pale lips, parted just barely in a lust filled daze.

I was so far gone.

"Deidara…I wan' more…please…" He had me where he wanted me. I was a slave to his ministrations. I couldn't hold out for much longer and he hadn't even started the good—

My thoughts were stopped in their tracks as he removed a hand from my breast, and allowed it to travel downwards, to the only thing that I had made sure to keep sacred to my being. A devilish smirk lit up my lover's features, a small sound came from my throat akin to a whimper of delight, and his fingers delved underneath the hem of my panties to softly massage at my sweet spot. A new feeling washed over my entire being and I swear I turned animalistic. My nails dug deep into the skin of his shoulders as I tried my hardest to arch into his hand—to make him go farther down—to make him push as far as he could into me.

Something flashed in his eyes at that moment, something stronger than the lust that was there before, and rather than the lazy lustful looks I had been given before, a blazing fire lit behind those aqua orbs, and he moved two fingers around that one spot in a circular motion, pressing hard at certain points. My breathing was off—I couldn't find an easy way to remember to breathe because every time I had tried to take one normal breath he would surprise me with a new combination of kisses, rubs and nips that had me gasping for more. "Tell me what you want, birthday girl, yeah." he whispered hotly against my ear. His fingers slid up and down my wet folds, my mind not comprehending that he was about to have me begging. "Tell me how you want me to fill you, and make you feel sooo damn good, hmm." That devilish smirk of his grew wider, and of course, before I could respond, he had slipped one slim finger inside of me.

A strangled cry fell out of my mouth—encouraging the cocky bastard to only mess with me further. The tongue in the palm of his hand began stroking at my sensitive nub, while his finger worked at massaging a moving around my virgin walls. Each cry of his name…each groan of bliss that came from me pushed him to slide his finger out faster—add another so I had two penetrating my core, and have the tongues on both of his hands lapping away at my clit and my breast. His lips were pressed firmly against mine, nibbling and sucking at my bottom lip to the point where I was certain I would bruise. "C'mon sweetheart, tell me, yeah." A knot was forming in my stomach, and at first, I didn't like the feeling. It was foreign…but it soon started to spread all over my body…I felt like I was floating in the air…I was about to hit cloud nine…God did this man know how to use his hands…and his tongues for that matter.

"G-god Deidara!" My hips bucked hard into his hand but he pressed down, keeping me firmly planted against the bed. For whatever reason, this feeling kept me from staying still. I couldn't help squirming around, and trying to lift my hips up to meet his fingers each time they pressed into me. "You're gunna make me—"

Deidara stopped everything at once, ruining my high, although I could still feel the effects it had on me. The air around me felt amazing against my hot skin, and each gentle touch from it made my heart beat faster. But I wanted Dei-Dei to make my heart race. I whimpered pathetically, glancing at my blonde boy to see what his eyes were focusing on.

Still in a semi-drunken state—although the effects had started to wear off—I tilted my head curiously at the sight of red. "Whatdya do, silly boy? Bite yuh own finger?"I giggled at the thought, but Deidara remained completely serious.

"I knew you were tight, Hikari-chan, but you didn't say you were a virgin, yeah." He sounded sincerely mortified that I was still innocent—or rather had been.

"You neva asked, Dei-Dei…" Deidara seemed to glare at the blood that coated his fingers, but shoved the entire thought to the side—changing up his game plan from before. My high hadn't left from only moments earlier, so even having his hands gently holding my own almost sent me over the edge. Deidara slowly settled himself over me, and intertwined his fingers with mine. I was confused as to what exactly he had in mind.

"Hikari-chan, I don't want to hurt you… but I want you so damn bad, hmm." That lustful look was back in his eyes, but something else was hidden behind them. Was it concern? I couldn't tell…

Deidara softly laid his head against my shoulder, before positioning himself between my legs and prodding something hard against the inside of my thigh. If my blush could have gotten any redder I was sure it had right then. He took in a deep breath before pressing against my moistened folds, nipping at my ear again. "Tell me if I hurt you too much, Hikari-chan, hmm. I'll stop, mm." With a somewhat trained efficiency, Deidara started to push himself inside of me. The pain of it was nothing I had ever imagined…nothing I had ever experienced as a kunoichi. It felts as if I was being ripped apart from the inside…spread passed my limits, and it was certainly no help that Deidara was 'well endowed'.

I dug my nails into the backs of his hands, biting back a scream that wanted to escape. Tears threatened to leak from my eyes, but I had to be strong. I knew the pain would start to pass. Deidara hissed lowly, kissing up and down my jaw line in an attempt to distract me from the pain. His lips touched mine in chaste kisses as he murmured sweet apologies over and over—promises that the pain would be gone soon.

I hadn't doubted him for one moment, because after he had completely entered, the pain faded away into a pleasure that was so much greater than what I had felt before. The air in the room suddenly seemed too thick to breathe. Everything around me seemed so surreal. It couldn't have been a reality… Oh who the hell was I kidding, I felt that man inside of me and damn it felt good—reality or not, I wanted more!

From some sort of natural instinct, I wrapped my legs around his bare waist—his entire ensemble being tossed carelessly to a corner somewhere throughout our escapade—and dug my heels into his back—begging him to go harder. Deidara's hair tickled my shoulders as he ducked his head—seeming to focus on the subtle bounce of my breasts each time he thrust into me.

I tossed my head back and let another erotic cry fly from my lips, arching and twisting my body so I could get him as far as possible inside of my body. I could feel him throbbing—I could feel it with every rough thrust of his hips against mine. Our scents began to mingle together; I could no longer tell that we had at one point been separated. It felt as if we were meant to be like this—connected together—and that we had never been, nor were we ever meant to be separated. My heart beat faster with each passing pant that I let out. Deidara's hot breath hit my skin with each fast intake and outtake of air.

Carnal grunts. Groans and moans radiated from the two of us. Our skin slapped together in some sort of song, and our bodies contorted to each others in a none to gentle dance.

"Hika-chan…you're so fucking tight, yeah." I dove into his hair, pulling him closer so I could kiss the hell out of him. I could feel my stomach turning again. I could feel the desperate thrusts that Deidara gave each time he pounded into me. He was close…and I was too.

"Dei-Dei! God, fuck me…yes!" I growled, pulled him closer and allowed that euphoria to hit me like a wave on a hot summer day spent at the beach. The world around me became spotted with bright colours—I couldn't see straight, and if my grip had gotten any tighter on him, I might have killed him. Deidara's teeth bit hard against my neck—but not yet hard enough to mark me. Either way it sent me reeling farther over the edge than I already was.

He wouldn't give me a break. He just kept pounding into me, until the very end of my climax, when he started to slow down. I felt him pull out, but he was still rubbing his erection against me, his satisfaction almost hitting its peak. I wouldn't realize that he was trying to avoid getting me pregnant by doing so until later. With a final cry of my name, and a sharp, rough, bite to my neck, Deidara released himself.

"Deidara…" I couldn't find my voice, but it didn't matter. I had just made love with the one man that meant most to me.

"Shhh…Don't speak, yeah." Deidara let his hand rest on the curve of my hips, pulling me flush against his body after laying on his side. His head rested gently in the space between my neck and my shoulder, nuzzling lovingly. I had done a horrible job of stifling my yawn. "Don't go to sleep just yet, sweetheart, hmm." He purred, allowing the tongue in his palm to trail sloppy wet kisses up my side. "We're not done, yeah."

My eyes temporarily widened, before I tilted my head just a bit to look into his eyes. What the hell was the man talking about? "What do you…"

"Round two, baby, hm." His infamous smirk lit his features and I knew my night was going to be long, hard, and full of pleasure.

Well, there's the lemon many of you *coughcoughkira-sancough* have been waiting for.

I apologize for any errors in spelling or grammar, I just wanted to get this chapter out because, sadly, it's going to be a while before I update. I'm trying to fix my writing style, so it may take a while for me to post, and work on Reach in general.

Also, AP testing, SAT's and Finals are coming up, so I'm gunna be really busy with testing…However, I'll try to update when I can… or at least let you guys know how far along I've gotten.

Anyway, thank you all you faithful readers!

Please, no more trolls? If you have a problem, P.M. me directly, so I can explain to you, if need be explained (like in my first authors note up there^) or so I can fix the problem. Once again, thank you!

Love Always,

Mariah Love