"What about Naruto? You said that right now he is prey to his own nightmares of him" within millimeters of his lips, my voice trembled stripped of the credibility I wanted to give it.
"I have the keys to all the rooms, remember Kakashi?" he didn't lose control even whispering on my lips "It's up to you to turn nightmares into beautiful dreams."
Irresistible.
Though he still didn't move a muscle aside from his lips, that hypnotic whisper sent a wave of heart heat blasting down his neck. The apprehension for Naruto and the others was just a thin veil, a person with a huge heart like his would not only be incapable of hurting them, but almost certainly this room he kept them locked up in wasn't that terrifying, I was sure that it helped them to understand mental obstacles and be able to overcome them better than if I had tried to teach all this. I was sure that he loved them and that he wanted to save and protect them by bringing out the best, I had always sensed everything but I had never been able to say. I decided to let him do it, my boys would only benefit from it.
I have never told anyone the truth about what I think of you. I won't tell, they won't believe me. You are just to love.
I stopped shaking becoming completely master of my gestures, without ceasing to look into his red and crystalline eyes, I grabbed his thin waist with decision, squeezing him tightly against me. He didn't move, no moan or expression change, just the straight strands of hair framing his face swaying from the energy I used.
I leapt, lifting him up and carrying him several meters away with me, I entered where the wood was thickest so that no one could see us, if there was a living soul in that building of which he controlled every door. Unexpectedly, he didn't oppose the slightest resistance indulging the movement, his wonderful hair flew like silk merging with the air and sunlight. I had the impression that time had dilated and that our embraced flight, soft and light, would last forever. Maybe it was he who wanted it to be like this, it was a beautiful dream already from that alone.
Our gazes never parted as I leaned his back against the trunk of a large tree, this time a slight moan escaped from his slightly parted lips in the instant in which his shoulders collided impetuously against the rough and cracked bark, perhaps I had bad because of my excessive drive, but I couldn't contain the immense joy of really being myself for the first time in my life. He let me act as if he had expected that instant from the first moment our gazes met, perhaps he had been waiting for it for years. Maybe not. From the beautiful face that I had a few millimeters from mine, no answer yet leaked to all my avalanches of questions.
Although I was torn by doubts about what I meant to him, I decided that at least I could finally communicate to him what he had always been to me. Taking him in contrast between my body and torso, I began to greedily take possession of his velvety lips grabbing him behind the nape with one hand and with the other at the waist, I could feel the heat given off by his beautiful marble skin even through the layers of cloth that still covered him, the heady scent of his body became more intense suddenly investing my nostrils. My blood was exploding in my veins like it never had before, like I never thought possible. I no longer felt vulnerable now, but secure and proud of myself. Happy to do something for me and for someone I've always loved despite never saying so.
For the first time, his image of him changed, he closed his eyes, his long thick eyelashes came to touch his cheekbones. Not only was my breath going crazy this time, but so was his.
A signal.
I was something for him, that certainly could not be indifference. Something I had always been.