Before she could walk down the hallway, Darui captured her waist in his arms. Pushing her against the wall, he closed the office door with his foot.
"Darui?" she asked, looking up to meet his eyes. The tears flowed to the surface and slipped down her cheek. His heart broke at the sight of them, and he brushed them off her cheek.
Towering over her, he dropped his forehead against hers and laced his fingers in her hair. "I love you, Kaminari Hatake. I need you by my side like I need my next breath. Don't ever doubt that. Don't ever doubt my feelings for you."
All the excuses he had made to not touch her evaporated like a puff of smoke at the feel of her body against his. C was right; he didn't have to trust her completely. They had faced more hells together than any other couple had a right to. His lips descended on hers like a man starved. The trust wasn't broken, only battered. He wrapped her legs around his waist and shoved the short dress up her hips.
She gasped, locking her heels around him until they dug into his ass. When she carded her fingers in his hair and yanked his lips against hers once more, it felt like coming home. His heart pounded when she instinctively exposed her neck to him, giving into his subconscious demand for more. From the feel of her pulse racing against his lips, he was affecting her the same way.
"I need you," she murmured against his ear. "Please, I need you now."
He nodded against the crook of her neck. Meeting her lips again, he set her on his desk. She shoved the papers to the ground and yanked down the zipper on the back of her dress. The bodice fell away to reveal a matching lingerie set. His mouth went dry at the sight of the black lace bra and miniscule excuse for panties tied with silver chains. He helped her shove the dress off her head.
He ran his thumb across the mascara that had tracked down her face. "I'm sorry I made you doubt us."
The smirk evaporated. "No. I deserved it. I drugged you and left. I'm so sorry. It was my fault…I should have—"
Darui silenced her with his lips and ran his hand up the side of her leg. There would be more time for talk after, after they reconnected. Feverish hands tugged at the hem of his shirt as Mina practically ripped it over his head and threw it into the corner. Their tongues intertwined, slowly, shyly at first before his grip turned bruising. It didn't matter, she liked his marks as much as he liked giving them. They had always been like that.
Her skin was soft, her ass filled his hands beneath her panties. Shame about those, he thought, as he wrested them from her body and shoved them in his pocket. Every touch felt like bliss. When she cupped him over his pants, he was sure he would die from a heart attack. He grabbed her wrist, kissing the inner pulse, then settled her hand back to his desk.
"Keep them there."
He didn't need to wait for a response, she always listened. Well. She always listened in their bedroom. A question to solve later, when he wasn't dying of need. He kicked his office chair over and sat down.
Mina squeezed her legs together in anticipation when he came to eye-level with her bare pussy. He ran his hands up the insides of her thighs and spread her legs apart. The sound of his callused hands rasping along her skin mixed with the pounding of his heart.
The soft gasp that escaped her as his lips descended on her mound heightened his own pleasure. He liked her gasping and out of breath, mindless with pleasure. It was where he wanted her most—with a glassy eyed look of ultimate trust as he did as he pleased. He kissed the outsides of her folds, traced his tongue along the seam. Her hand came up, interlaced itself in his hair to bring him closer. He bit the inside of her thigh in reproach, enjoying the bright red marks his teeth left behind on her pale skin.
"Mina," he further warned, raising an eyebrow up at her.
"Please," she whined.
He blew cold air against her clit. She whined again and obediently set her hand back on the edge of the desk. "Fuck please, Darui, please."
The barest touch of his tongue on her clit set her off. From the corner of his eye, he could see her hands tighten against the edge of the desk. He had a moment's worry that she would break the wood entirely when he slipped his middle finger inside her.
She locked her legs against the back of his shoulder, the heels dug into his skin, spurring on every stroke of his tongue. Arousal dripped onto his desk, her muscles fluttered against him when he added a second finger. She begged for a release that he didn't grant. Pulling back, he met her eyes. He rubbed lazy circles around her clit with his thumb, but never immediately on it.
"You don't have permission to come." He was quiet, firm in his command, and the change in her body was immediate. If it was possible, she became wetter, her cunt pulsed around him with need.
"I don't think I can wait," she whispered breathlessly. "Please don't make me wait."
He put his mouth around her lace-covered nipple and sucked hard. It pebbled when he released it to the cold air. "You can wait."
Standing up, gently releasing her legs to the sides of his hips, he dropped his forehead against hers. Her lips trembled beneath his while he mercilessly slowed the pace of his hand, then pulled his fingers out altogether. Air cooled against his cheeks with every shared breath.
"I love you," Mina whispered. Her eyes were closed, lips gentle against his as she breathed out the sentiment again. It felt like a tether tied his heart to hers the closer he moved in.
"I believe you." He kissed her pulse, locking his fingers in her hair to support her head. She smelled like the lavender perfume she loved to wear, like cocoa butter, and hand sanitizer. He would never forget her scent as long as he lived. How many nights had he spent with her pillow pressed against his face, missing her beside him? It all reminded him of the audacity of that…
"Darui?"
"I love you, Mina." He kissed her again, needing to reconnect, needing to force the Uchiha's phantom back into the recesses of his mind.
He could feel her tug on the button of his pants. His bones ached in need when she tugged his boxers down to free his cock. He strained, cursing under his breath, letting her break his command to keep her hands on the desk because it felt too good to make her stop rubbing him.
She looked up at him, her eyes heavy and hooded.
"We should take this home," he murmured against the side of her neck. "I don't have a condom here."
"I just want you. Nothing between us. I don't…"
He ran his thumb across her bottom lip and moved her closer to the edge of the desk. "I don't mind waiting."
She reached behind her back and removed the bra, throwing it to the corner of the office. He stepped out of the pants that had pooled around his knees.
"Please?"
It was the final please that set him over the edge. He lined himself with her entrance, sweeping across her slick folds. Slowly, gently, he entered waiting for her to adjust to him. He could feel the muscles of her face tighten in a wince beneath his lips. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders the deeper he thrust.
He waited for her body to adjust and met her eyes. "We fit, Mina. I promise. We still fit."
Mina dropped her head against his chest. "It's been a long time since we…together," she mumbled.
"I love you."
A stray tear trickled down the side of her eye that he swiped away and chased with a kiss.
He held on tighter than he had before and began to thrust slowly. "I will never stop loving you. Unconditionally."
The tears fell in earnest now, her legs locked around his back, the high heels long removed. He took his time with every movement, laying her down on his desk in the darkened office. Lovemaking had never been as bittersweet between them as it was in this moment. The yearning in his heart was quenched in the closeness, in the single breath of becoming one.
Seconds passed by with the quickening of their lungs, the rapid beating of their hearts, the flushing of their chests clinging desperately to one another. Finally, her gasping breaths turned into a high pitched moan. Sweat beaded on his forehead as they lost themselves to each other. Heat bloomed in his lower abdomen and felt as though it would never stop.
Just when he thought he would die from ecstasy, he tasted Mina's sweet lips on his.
"Again?"
He nodded against her shoulder. Sitting down in his office chair, he pulled her from his desk and perched her on top of his lap for more.
Mina was draped over him on his office couch, drawing lazy circles on his chest with the tip of her finger. When the air conditioner kicked on again overhead, she shivered and he tightened the throw blanket around him. He felt the apple of her cheek puff against him in a smile that he returned toward the ceiling.
"You really did look beautiful tonight," he said quietly in the dimmed light.
She lightly laughed, her eyelashes tickling his skin when she closed her eyes. "I thought you might like that set when I saw it in the store."
"We should probably head home." He stopped at a knot in her neck and gently kneaded at it with the heel of his hand.
Gasping out, she tried to squirm away from him. "You always pick on my sore spot."
"You overuse the muscle. That's why I pick on it." He continued to press on it with the barest amount of lightning on his fingertip, a trick she had taught him years before.
"It's all the reading."
"It's where you carry your stethoscope and lanyard. You buckle your pack tighter on the right side than you do on the left. I don't know why, but you always have."
"Look who's trying to play medic. If you wanted to play doctor, Darui, you only had to say. You already have me naked. I'd make an excellent patient."
"Hn. I know what I am and am not capable of. Bandaging wounds is the extent of my medical skills."
She was quiet for a moment, her hand stilled on his chest. "That will have to change. For many of us. I need everyone capable of learning medical ninjutsu to be taught. Konoha…their medical program, ours can't hold a candle against it."
"Did you give Samui the intelligence report?"
"Everything I could remember. Then there were the new skills I picked up in the last few months, of course. But I'm not on par with their jounin medics there, and I'm the head of all combat medics in Kumogakure. C isn't all that much better, and he's head of the auxiliary medics."
"You're worried."
She raised her head from his chest and looked at him. "Aren't you?"
"I am worried about potential losses to our forces. Our subordinates and colleagues. Only a poor leader wouldn't be."
She kissed the side of his ribs. "I'm worried I'll lose you," she whispered.
He tightened his grip around her and closed his eyes. "You won't lose me. I promise. Besides, I wouldn't be so dull as to keel over at the sight of a Konoha-nin."
Mina poked his side and closed her eyes again. "Don't make jokes. You can't promise that."
"Sorry."
A soft moan escaped her lips when the muscle finally gave way under his touch.
"I'll order a round up of anyone capable of mastering your criteria for medical ninjutsu."
She yawned and shook her head. "Thanks. We really should go home. I didn't mean to take advantage of you in your office."
He huffed a laugh. "It's nice to have a big enough office to be taken advantage of in."
"Better than a supply closet," she said with a wide yawn. "The renovations came out well."
She was asleep in seconds, heavy against his chest. That was all she seemed to do when he was home—sleep. Months of precarious living separated only by a wall from her would-be murderer only added to her sleep debt. C had been right, his was the only bed she was willing to share. Though he was wrong as to the reason. Neither of them slept well without each other. Not since Kiri.