Chapter Four - Moe and Kisame

Moe lay sprawled on Kisame's bed, feeling much after being able to brush her teeth and wash her face after her drunken episode. The effects of the alcohol were wearing off now, and she felt more lucid. She brought her palms to her face and rubbed her eyes, smudging her makeup.

On the edge of the bed, Kisame watched her. He asked her questions about herself, and why she acted so flirtatious when it was all fakery.

"Well," Moe said, "probably because flirting is fun and I'm trying to get better at it."

"You seem fine to me... The natural you, that is."

Moe glanced up at him and smiled. "Thanks." She thought for a moment before speaking again. "You know," she said, "I think I like Christmas."

"Why's that?" Kisame joined her, laying on his side and propping his head up so he could look at her.

"It's not the gift-giving, obviously. It's the weirdly comforting warmth that everything gives off." She realized she must still sound drunk as she rambled. She apologized.

Kisame, feeling just about the same, said, "don't apologize... it's not every day we... I dunno..." he paused, just taking her in. Moe's blond hair was a little messy and her brown eyes had returned to the excited, sparkling ones he had seen before she got sick. The look on her face was gorgeous to him; a slight smile, a peaceful expression.

Moe nodded at him, grinning. She opened her arms, "closeness," she said. "It sounds really nice right about now."

Anxious for cuddles himself, Kisame pulled Moe close to him, her small frame fitting perfectly against his larger one. Moe squirmed a little bit and rolled over so she was on top.

"Wow," she said, admiring how big he was. She traced a line from his shoulder to his palm, having trouble reaching all the way, as her arm was much shorter.

Kisame chuckled and brought his hands to her face, fingertips playing with her hair that fell over her cheeks. She bit her lip, as if weighing a decision, and then kissed him.

Immediately, the heat rose between them.

Once their lips met, there was no stopping it. Moe allowed Kisame to gently switch their positions so he straddled her, his large muscular form looking more protective over her than ominous. She reached for him, and they kissed again. He tasted sweet, like vodka almost, and he smelled like the fireplace and the tree.

Kisame, enjoying the feeling of Moe's smooth lips, let his hand wander down the left side of her body. She arched her back, and he felt her hands run underneath his shirt up his abdomen. He allowed her to quickly lift the heavy sweater from him, breaking the kiss almost momentarily.

Moe, enchanted by the hotness and slight sweatiness of Kisame's torso, ran her hands all along his firm chest, toned belly, and the wonderful sinews of his upper back and shoulders. When he pulled away and looked down at her, she felt herself wanting so much more. "Can you... take off my shirt?" Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper, laden with want.

Kisame obliged; of course he would. He wanted to touch her beautiful body. Quickly, he removed her top and, to be a tease, slowly - ever so slowly - drew her bra straps down, down, down before reaching around to unclasp it. Her pink rosebud nipples perked up at the sudden lack of covering. Kisame kissed Moe hard again while cupping her breasts in his large hands. They were so soft and plump. He began to trail sloppy kisses across her jawline, down her neck and onto her chest.

Moe shivered as Kisame's tongue flicked her nipple. She felt the moan rise and didn't bother suppressing it. Her hands gripped his spiky blue hair. He continued to kiss her breasts and lovingly dote on her nipples. She gasped and moaned some oh god's, and then pushed him back slightly.

Confused, Kisame sat up, still straddling her. He took in her expression; heavy eyes, half-open mouth, blush. When Moe's hands clasped the button of his jeans, he understood and smirked. "Ah-ah-ah," he teased, "ladies first." He kissed her quickly before moving himself off her and suddenly plunging a hand under the fabric of her jeggings and her underwear. Moe's gasp as his fingers teased her was all he needed.