Timid Whispers

Elli Cole

It was all she had to do not to succumb to any of his simple teasing.

She had once let her guard down and it had left her with such deep wanting that it didn't do well with what time she had with him. It was a time of short and unadulterated lust. He would look at her with his uneven eyes and the twinkle underneath the nonchalance had given him away to her. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

But want wasn't enough to fully compensate with their need.

He would let her see him—all of him—in nights where their passion recedes to a higher level than it had. His mouth would capture her own in their absolute need to taste her—to know that she was there because at most nights, she would lie there and cry and he would he forget that she really wasn't there for him.

She was there to forget.

And he would do his best to make her forget about her problems—about that certain boy who would never accept her for who she was and what she had become—because he truly never noticed her unlike he had. He noticed her when she had come to him, a smile on her face, and told him that she had passed her chuunin exam. He was the one who noticed that she had already grown to the most beautiful woman he had expected her to be albeit the people around them hadn't notice her change.

And he noticed that when she encircled her arms around him felt her heat swallow the rest of his senses because her smell and the feel of her body against his had driven away all of radical thought out of his mind—she fit perfectly against his body. He liked the feel of her against him and that thought alone had provoked him to return the hug and it made her—and especially him—happier.

Her eyes told him what she felt when he was around her.

He knew he made her feel safe, wanted and in that pleasure had made her grow closer to him. He didn't want her to grow accustomed to him. He knew he won't be able to protect her when the time comes that he would disappear of either death by old age or from enemy hands. He didn't want her to love him but the need had started to grow and it was eating him up inside.

It was wrong.

With every soft caress she passed about on his bare flesh or every open-mouthed kisses that she showered all over his face, he felt that he needed her in his life. Because in every touch she placed on him, her presence lingered and he felt her emotions trickle inside him. It was wrong but he needed that thought to keep him sane.

And that same thought also helped as he went into battle, thinking that she was waiting for him to return and make her forget. It was what kept him alive and it what made him feel wanted. Even in the passion of the night, he would see her eyes and it would tell him what she felt around him.

Wanted.

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End Note: Drabble. I feel a bit dramatic today so I felt putting my feelings into writing would help me cope. I hope you guys liked it. Please, please review.