{Dream 001 - Dark}
{RATING: NC-17 - Sexual Content}
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You can't see anything, it's so dark. This might bother you at any other time, but now it's just fine. It's fine to hear (harsh breathing, yours and his), to smell (metal of weapons, forest in his hair, sweat on his skin). Those are just fine. But to feel - your heart pounding in your chest; his hard thighs between yours, urging them apart; the scar under your thumb as you hold his face while he kisses your mouth, your throat - that is best of all. He's so tall, he covers all of you; his body heat covers you like a thick blanket. It's almost stifling in this weather, but the pressure of it feels electric on your skin. His body is hot hot hot and his fingers go down down down and
in.
There is discomfort, but you are a ninja. You've had a sword through your gut and you survived and this is nothing to that, but it is everything, oh.
Time lives and breathes on the motions of his fingers, rocking in rhythm like the sea, carrying you along with the pull, the push. You follow him with your hips without realizing, all the while with your eyes closed and the darkness a soft and heady cloak.
He shifts, and his heat leaves, but you don't notice. Because his hand never stops and his mouth doesn't leave your skin, just traces a warm wet line down your body, so what's changed, really? But then he puts his mouth -
- there, oh God! -
- and you are tense and hot and crawling to get out of your skin, so good, yes, yes.
Your back snaps into a perfect arch your fingers claw for the sheets, and you think you might just fall apart and die...
"Sen-!"
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[ Sakura wakes all at once, shocked, like water had been thrown over her. She is breathing very hard - her blood feels like fire, too hot and thrilling in her veins. This isn't like battle; this is something new and strange.
It takes her a moment to realize -
- the Hitomi.
Oh, fuck!
Without knowing fully what she's doing, she lashes out, bringing her palm full and heavy with chakra down upon the thing; enough to crack a bone. When nothing happens, she snarls and shoves it away from her: it falls and skitters across the floor.
She throws the covers over herself - over all of herself, up over her head - and goes completely still. She's horrified.
Bits and pieces of smothered mumblings can be heard, phrases like ] Stupid perverted sensei! [ and ] ... going to kill him...
[ Inner Sakura howls for blood. All Sakura wants is to hide from everyone for the next several years. ]
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You can't see anything, it's so dark. This might bother you at any other time, but now it's just fine. It's fine to hear (harsh breathing, yours and his), to smell (metal of weapons, forest in his hair, sweat on his skin). Those are just fine. But to feel - your heart pounding in your chest; his hard thighs between yours, urging them apart; the scar under your thumb as you hold his face while he kisses your mouth, your throat - that is best of all. He's so tall, he covers all of you; his body heat covers you like a thick blanket. It's almost stifling in this weather, but the pressure of it feels electric on your skin. His body is hot hot hot and his fingers go down down down and
in.
There is discomfort, but you are a ninja. You've had a sword through your gut and you survived and this is nothing to that, but it is everything, oh.
Time lives and breathes on the motions of his fingers, rocking in rhythm like the sea, carrying you along with the pull, the push. You follow him with your hips without realizing, all the while with your eyes closed and the darkness a soft and heady cloak.
He shifts, and his heat leaves, but you don't notice. Because his hand never stops and his mouth doesn't leave your skin, just traces a warm wet line down your body, so what's changed, really? But then he puts his mouth -
- there, oh God! -
- and you are tense and hot and crawling to get out of your skin, so good, yes, yes.
Your back snaps into a perfect arch your fingers claw for the sheets, and you think you might just fall apart and die...
"Sen-!"
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[ Sakura wakes all at once, shocked, like water had been thrown over her. She is breathing very hard - her blood feels like fire, too hot and thrilling in her veins. This isn't like battle; this is something new and strange.
It takes her a moment to realize -
- the Hitomi.
Oh, fuck!
Without knowing fully what she's doing, she lashes out, bringing her palm full and heavy with chakra down upon the thing; enough to crack a bone. When nothing happens, she snarls and shoves it away from her: it falls and skitters across the floor.
She throws the covers over herself - over all of herself, up over her head - and goes completely still. She's horrified.
Bits and pieces of smothered mumblings can be heard, phrases like ] Stupid perverted sensei! [ and ] ... going to kill him...
[ Inner Sakura howls for blood. All Sakura wants is to hide from everyone for the next several years. ]