Greetings! I'm overdue in posting the final chapter but I hope you'll forgive me. I think its worth it though because I now have a wonderful piece of fan art to go with it drawn by the multitalented cynchick. Look for the link of my profile!
What follows is more sex (although all characters are over 18) so read at your own risk.
I do not own Naruto.
Evanescent Perfection
That unplanned but wonderful night in the roadside inn had been over four months ago.
The next morning she had awoken to nothing but empty sheets, but she had known she would. The evidence of their lovemaking had dried on her thighs and stained the sheets and there was no denying what had happened, but to Sakura's surprise, she realized she was glad it had. Their meeting had been unexpected and the series of events that had led him to her bed seemed random acts of chance, but she was glad that fate had given them one night together.
She had showered, dressed as normal and prepared to leave, but as she passed the front desk on her way out, she found herself asking about the blond-haired man and if he had left a note for her or anything like that.
The innkeeper replied that he and a masked man had left quite early in the morning and hadn't said as a word on the way out. Sakura thanked him and went on her way, wondering why she gave a damn at all about the missing-nin.
Nearly a month later, the war between Konoha and the Akatsuki had started as Pein was no longer content to wait for the perfect opportunity to capture the Kyuubi. The battles consisted mostly of surprise attacks as one group hoped to catch the other off guard and minimize their own casualties. So far, their encounters hadn't resulted in more than injuries ranging from mild to severe, but Sakura knew that this was just the beginning.
Upon returning from her mission Kiba had propositioned her almost immediately, waggling his eyebrows as he suggested she come over after her shift to "massage a knot out of his back". Sakura had declined, claiming she would be too tired after work and maybe they could get together some other time, but every time he asked her over, she continued to refuse and had nearly run out of excuses before the war had started and he was called to the front lines, Akamaru in tow. She felt a little bad for not being completely honest with him, but what was she supposed to say? Should she tell him that his touch would never compare to that of the S-class criminal she had bedded while she was away? No, of course not, she couldn't tell a soul and had continued going about her daily duties with the tremendous secret locked up in her heart.
Duty kept her hard at work in the hospital tending the wounds of those unlucky enough to have to be brought back to the village for medical attention and she wondered every time someone came in with burns if Deidara had been the cause.
Her mind wandered to him constantly and she found herself wondering what he was doing at that very moment and if he was also thinking about her. As many times as she tried to clear those thoughts away with a shake of her head, mentally chastising herself for acting like some lovestruck schoolgirl, the vision of him naked and on top of her wouldn't go away and sometimes her skin tingled at the memory of how he had touched her so passionately. How could the same hands that had touched her body so gently and made her feel so good, cause such destruction?
Little had she known that she would be given the opportunity to ask him in person.
One night nearly two weeks after the battles began, Sakura had been sleeping soundly, exhausted from another day of healing fellow shinobi when something made her sit straight up in bed, her hand immediately grasping the handle of the kunai she kept under her pillow. Something…no,someone was at her window.
She waited breathlessly as the window she was sure she had locked rose behind pale curtains. When the breeze that rushed in made the fabric flutter, she was able to glimpse a figure clothed in a dark robe with red clouds. At that point, she had not been in the mindset to politely ask the man what the fuck he was doing breaking into her room. She had simply thrown the kunai with deadly precision, hoping to land a direct shot to the head.
The metal object had sliced right through the curtain and could have hit its mark if it wasn't for a peculiar clang that didn't exactly sound like metal on metal, but still like her weapon had been obstructed.
The curtains parted as the man stepped down into her room and Sakura, who had been crouched on her bed waiting for the attack in an oversized and well worn T-shirt, immediately felt her jaw drop. She hadn't expected a certain blond man to be standing in her room, smiling cockily around the kunai he held in his teeth.
"Deidara?"
Her whisper was heavy with disbelief and incredulousness. The village was at war and they were on high alert. How the hell had he managed to sneak in undetected? And more importantly, how had he managed to find her apartment?
Taking the kunai from his teeth, he let it drop heavily to the floor.
"Did you miss me kunoichi?"
His voice was low and husky, just like she remembered and she could hardly force her brain to function at the shock of seeing him again like this.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice practically a whimper as he advanced on her. If he was caught here in her room, it would mean big trouble for both of them. Deidara would no doubt be interrogated and tortured until he gave up the information Konoha wanted and she would also be severely reprimanded, maybe even stripped of her kunoichi status, or imprisoned, or both. He had to be stark raving mad for coming to her like this and she had to be similarly insane for not demanding he leave, or attempting to capture him.
"I think you know why I'm here," the missing-nin smirked, his hand popping the snaps of his cloak open as he made his way towards her bed where she still crouched in a jumble of covers. He let if fall from his shoulders to the floor in a dark pool, remaining clothed in only his pants and netted shirt and Sakura's mouth went a little dry at the sight of it.
One look at his hungry eyes clearly told her what he wanted from her, but it didn't explain why he'd gone out of his way and risked so much to get here. If he wanted a woman to warm his bed, he could have easily found one that didn't have dire consequences attached to her.
"Deidara, meeting in a bar while on neutral territory is one thing, but in case you haven't noticed, Konoha and the Akatsuki are engaged in a full-blown war. You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to betray my village a second time."
Her voice was still low, for she was afraid someone patrolling outside her second-story window might hear her and come investigate, but she was now visibly shaking with frustration and anger. How dare he come to her now after she had tried so hard to put him out of her head! She couldn't,wouldn't have him a second time, especially not in her own bed. They may have been nothing more than a curious woman and an experienced man back in that dingy inn, but here, they were most certainly enemies.
"Look, I didn't plan for this to happen either, yeah," Deidara sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed with a huff and directly facing the pink-haired woman who was still crouched in a defensive position. "I didn't think I'd see you again after that night either. But…"
"But?" Sakura prompted.
"But I just can't get you out of my head!" he said with a growl, sounding almost as frustrated as she felt. "Ever since that night, all I can think about is you and the art we created. It was so fucking amazing that every explosion I set off with my clay seems dull in comparison. Nothing is satisfying anymore! It's like nothing can top the masterpiece we made that night and all I can think about is seeing you…touching you…"
The blond trailed off, turning his face away, a pout on his lips that was surprisingly adorable. It seemed he was just as perplexed by all of it as she was. Their experience apparently had had just as much impact on him as it had on her, only he was not content to sit back and think fondly on past memories. If she had taken the joy of blowing stuff up from him, it's no wonder he came looking for her. She thought she was the only one who'd had her world rocked that night, but it seemed she had left a lasting impression on him as well.
"So…you think sleeping with me again is going to fix it?" Sakura asked as dryly, slowly easing out of her crouched posture to sit cross-legged. She was still watching him warily, still searching for a sign that this might be a trap set by the Akatsuki in order to capture or even kill her, but Deidara seemed sincere, and just as confused by it all as she was.
"I don't know what's going to fix it!" Deidara growled, throwing his hands up in exasperation as he too tried to keep his voice low. "All I know is that I want you, Sakura, and I've tried to tell myself a thousand times that I didn't, but obviously it didn't work because I'm still here in your room."
His blue eyes were searching, piercing in the darkness of her room and Sakura had the familiar sensation that he was seeing right through her skin to something deeper inside her that even she wasn't aware of. Was he looking to see if she felt the same? If he found the answer to that, that he would know more than she did about herself.
"Deidara," Sakura said quietly, shifting her eyes to glance at her hands that were clasped tightly in her lap. "You know we can't keep doing this. If we share another night and you still can't find satisfaction in your explosions, what then? Will you just keep sneaking back here? Be practical Deidara. There's no future for us."
"I'm not asking for the future," he said softly. "I just want what you can give me and what you can give me is tonight."
Sakura felt the bed shift and suddenly a hand was cupping her chin, tilting her face up to look into his. His eyes were beseeching her to give him permission but Sakura wasn't sure if she could comply.
"But Konoha, the Akatsuki, they're both—"
"Both factors that have nothing to do with us when we're alone in your room, yeah," the blond finished, his lips curling into that familiar smirk. "Just say yes to me Sakura and while I'm here, I promise you won't be thinking about anything else."
Not thinking was precisely what she was afraid of.
When she hesitated, a muscled arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his lap and she found herself sitting with her ankles crossed behind him and her arms thrown around his neck. She was suddenly very aware that she was wearing nothing under her shirt but a pair of flimsy panties and she was sure Deidara knew is too, for one hand was cupping one toned butt cheek while the other was running playfully up and down her side from armpit to hip, feeling the curves of her body through the cotton material that was uninterrupted by undergarments beneath.
"Say you want me to touch you, yeah," he breathed against her neck, sending delicious chills down the kunoichi's spine. "Say you'll become my art."
She wanted to say no, she really did, but the dampness gathering in her panties was a clear sign that her mind and her body didn't agree on this particular matter.
When he began to press hot kisses to her neck, it was all she could do to keep from writhing in his lap and a small whimper escaped her, letting the Akatsuki member know she was clearly fighting a losing battle.
When he asked her again, her resolve had finally crumbled and he wasted no time in sliding the shirt over her head that was hiding her body from him. After that however, he had taken his sweet time exploring every inch of her body until her head was spinning, making her moan and shiver and come for him until he could hold back his own desire no more and joined her in their final crescendo of living, breathing art.
Here they were now in the same situation as before, and Sakura could either turn him away or submit to him once again. However, the kunoichi felt she could no more deny his touch than she could deny her lungs air. Ever since the night he first crept through her window, he had continued to slip past Konoha security and visit her. She didn't ask how he did it because in all honesty, she really didn't want to know. She was content to stay oblivious to everything except his skilled hands and all his mouths working over her body. Sometimes he came to her several nights in a row, other times it was weeks between his visits and she was never sure when he would appear, for he had to not only slip into the village undetected, but get away from his own organization as well without arousing suspicion. It was a small miracle he wasn't already dead, and Sakura knew that every night they spent together could be their last and because of this, she had stopped trying to resist and simply enjoyed the moments they were allowed together.
She was still working diligently at the hospital, patching up those that had been wounded and broken, but she knew it was only a matter of time before Tsunade felt her skills would be better used on the front lines of battle, healing those who were too injured to make the trip back home. What would happen then? There was always the possibility that she would meet Deidara face to face on the battlefield and then she would be forced to fight and she would either kill or be killed by the man that had so recently held her so tenderly, that had caressed her body and touched all the right places until she was all but screaming his name. If that time ever came, could she really strike him down?
Yes. If she had to she would. Even as she watched him grasp the hem of his own shirt and slowly lift it over his head, feeling her heart and her breath flutter at the sight, she knew that if the time came when she would have to kill this man, she would, although a part of her would die right along with him.
He was standing over her now, looking at her with an expression nobody else had ever given her but him. It was dark and lustful but full of admiration, promising hours of unparalleled pleasure and Sakura knew he would deliver. He always did.
He was about to lower himself to the sheets but Sakura stopped him with a single word.
"Wait."
When he looked at her with a raised eyebrow she simply smiled.
"Lose the clothes first."
Deidara's cocky grin grew positively wicked at her request. "Alright kunoichi, but only if you allow me the pleasure of also removing yours."
Sakura watched him, wetting her lips in anticipation as he crossed his hands over his chest to grasp the hem of his fishnet shirt and began to inch it up, revealing toned abdominals that look like they had been cut from stone until they flexed and jumped with life.
His chest was revealed next, the strange seal that Sakura had traced with her fingers countless times in fascination stood out against his pale skin. Finally, the garment was tossed to the floor along with his cloak, forgotten the second it left his fingers.
He kicked off his shoes before focusing on his pants, his fingers moving to his fly almost painfully slow. He smirked at the way her eyes were fixated on his hands and the way she seemed to be holding her breath, waiting for his body to be revealed to her. She had confessed to him previously that despite being a kunoichi and a medic who was constantly around well-sculpted bodies, she still had a weakness for rippling muscle, whether it be bulky and built or long and lean. That weakness was quite apparent now as she sat there clutching the sheets to her chest, watching him hungrily as his pants slid down over his hips and he intended to exploit her flaw completely.
The last of his clothing fell away, leaving him in nothing but his Akatsuki ring and a smirk. Sakura's eyes were focused on his newly revealed member, already half hard as he walked towards her but she quickly diverted her attention to his face when he sunk down onto the bed and crawled towards her until he was practically on top of her. He grabbed a fistful of the sheets gathered to the kunoichi's chest and slowly pulled them away, revealing her exquisite body covered in silky black sleepwear that was cut dangerously low in the front and provocatively short, coming down only to the tops of her thighs. While her knee high boots had been drool-worthy accessories, especially when they were the only things she was wearing, Deidara had to admit that this particular outfit got his blood pumping as well. What had previously been at half mast instantly became rock hard at just the sight of her and he allowed himself a few moments to take it all in.
"Did you wear this just for me?" he murmured, cocky smile still intact as he let a single finger draw a straight line from her sternum to her bellybutton, marveling at the silky texture of both her skin and the dress beneath his calloused hand.
"Who else am I going to wear it for, you idiot?" Sakura replied, her voice unusually low and sensual as she let the missing-nin press her into the sheets.
Ino had gotten her this particular piece of lingerie for her eighteenth birthday, stating she was now legal and that she should go out and find a man to wear it for. Sakura had promptly folded it up and stored it in the back of her underwear drawer, forgetting about it for years. She had never worn it for anyone, but something had possessed her to put it on tonight and she was glad she had. If the smooth glide of the fabric against her skin wasn't enough to make her feel sexy, then the way Deidara was looking at her while she wore it certainly was.
The missing-nin only chucked at her remark, moving to straddle her thighs and leaning forward to nuzzle between the soft globes of her breasts right above the low cut of her dress. Sakura cooed in delight when he began to kiss his way up over her collarbone and neck before finally finding her lips and kissing them gently, teasingly, pulling away just enough when she arched up to him in search of more.
The pink-haired ninja quickly tired of his game and grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to pull him down to her but instead found herself hoisted up and flipped around so she was facing him in his lap, her thighs on either side of his crossed legs.
"Why are you in such a hurry kunoichi?" Deidara chuckled, his lips a hair's width from hers. "I have the whole night to satisfy you."
Sakura felt his hands grip her hips gently before sliding up and down her torso slowly, his palms grazing the outer edges of her breasts. The satiny texture of her dress allowed his hands to glide smoothly and Sakura shivered at the sensation as a familiar warmth began to gather in her core.
"You can't expect me to always be patient while you take your sweet time," Sakura murmured, sinking her nails into his skin slightly to emphasize her point that she was not going to lay back and let him torture her at his leisure.
The sting of her nails biting in to him sent a hot pulse straight to his cock and he groaned softly.
"But it's always worth it in the end, isn't it?" Deidara whispered huskily as one hand came up to cup the fullness of one soft globe through the black material.
The kunoichi's soft moan was the only answer he needed and he smiled in satisfaction when her whole body trembled in his arms as he ran his thumb over the tight bud straining against the satiny fabric.
He pinched it, pulled it, let a blackened nail scrape over it, enjoying the sounds he was extracting from her. He watched her eyes drift shut and her back arch, pressing more of the soft curve into his palm and the missing-nin took the opportunity to open the mouth there and begin to suck on her hardened nipple through the material of her dress.
The pink haired medic whimpered wantonly as she felt the heat and moisture of his palm wash over her, squirming in his lap as she clung to him desperately. His other hand was slowly descending over her hip and down to her ass, kneading one cheek with dexterous fingers which only compounded her writhing as she attempted to alleviate some of the pressure between her thighs by grinding against him. Unfortunately, Deidara wasn't about to let their hips get that close yet, especially after smoothing a hand over her ass and discovering that there was no panty line beneath the black satin.
"You're not wearing anything under this, are you?" he asked with a smirk, his hand giving a playful squeeze to her rump to punctuate his sentence.
Sakura cracked open a jade colored eye that had been shut as she focused on twin hands touching her. Her slight blush of embarrassment that followed was indistinguishable from the rosy glow already covering her body.
"No," she admitted in a breathless whisper as his palm continued to work over her breast, nibbling and sucking through saliva soaked fabric.
"That's so fuckinghot," the missing-nin growled, his hand continuing to explore the curve of her rear until he came to the point where the fabric ended and smooth, creamy skin began. He molded his palm to the contours of her thigh, his oddly-placed mouth trailing kisses over the skin as he began to slide back up her leg underneath the black material.
Sakura's eyes widened as she felt his hand graze her outer lips from behind, powerless to do much to cover herself considering the way her thighs were spread over his legs and the fact she had forgone underwear upon going to bed. His smile was positively devilish as he let a single finger trace her slit with a feather light touch, chuckling darkly when he found she was already soaking wet.
"Deidara…"
He whimper betrayed her vulnerability as she trembled against him, her hips bucking of their own accord as he ran a teasing finger up and down the swollen lips of her womanhood.
"Shhh," he soothed, his smirk softening as he moved his hand from her breasts to cup her chin lightly, holding her gaze steady. "Don't make me rush kunoichi. I want you to savor this."
Sakura knew he was sincere in his words. He didn't want to rush things and leave her unsatisfied in any way. He wanted to watch her climax again and again because he was obsessed with the way she fell apart in the moment, becoming a work of art in his eyes. The notion was inarguably bizarre and a little twisted but hell, if he could make her feel like this she didn't care what he thought. Shyly, she nodded her understanding and the corner of his mouth quirked up in slight smile as he leaned forward to take her lips in a gentle kiss.
He could feel her body relax against him as his tongue traced the seam of her lips, silently asking entry. She willingly parted for him and he began a deep, thorough investigation of her mouth. The hand that had been holding her chin let go, opting instead to wrap around her waist and hold her to him, steadying her for what he had planned.
The finger that had momentarily ceased teasing her entrance began anew, rubbing fleetingly over fleshy pink folds and evoking needy moans from the medic that were quickly silenced by hot kisses.
She was slippery and hot, no doubt on fire for him and if he positioned his finger near her swollen clit, he could actually feel the pulse of her blood rushing to her core, preparing her body for him.
He let his tongue tangle with hers, prompting her to respond as he moved his single digit to brush over her swollen pearl gently, his fingers gliding smoothly thanks to her plentiful juices. She shuddered against him and moaned into his mouth, trying to buck her hips but was restrained by the arm around her waist. She could feel him smiling against her lips and knew he was amused by her eagerness. He may be a fantastic lover but he was still a bastard, teasing her until she thought she would go mad with her desire for him.
Finally, his soaking digit made its way back to the tight hole that was practically quivering in anticipation of being filled. Moving so slowly that she thought she might scream, Deidara slipped it inside her, feeling her slick walls immediately clench and ripple around the invading object.
Sakura's guttural moan was swallowed by his hungry kisses which only grew in intensity as he began to pump his finger in and out of her at a torturous pace. Her hot sex was reluctant to let him go every time he withdrew, feminine muscles sucking him back inside her blazing heat and he groaned against her mouth at the feeling. Finally, the lack of oxygen began to take its toll and he had to break the kiss or risk growing dizzy.
Sakura gulped air into her lungs, trying to catch her breath, but oxygen did little to clear her head as she felt her body part to accommodate a second finger sliding into her. She felt a moan rising up inside her but bit it back, knowing that too much noise would attract unwanted attention. They didn't have the luxury they did back at the inn that first night and they had to be relatively quiet in their lovemaking, a feat that was easier said than done.
Deidara could tell she was fighting to remain silent and although he understood her reasoning, it annoyed him a little. Hearing those beautiful sounds was all part of his art and compromising his artistic ideals was not something he took kindly to. However, he would have to make the best of the situation considering he was lucky he was here with her at all.
He pushed his fingers deep into her, letting them sink in up to the hilt and curled his digits to press against her inner wall, looking for the spot that would make her scream. He was almost immediately successful and Sakura had to bury her face in the crook of his neck to muffle her shuddering sobs as her body was wracked with the most exquisite pleasure.
"You like how this feels don't you?" he rasped against her ear, knowing full well that she did but wanting to hear her say it anyway.
Her response was nearly indistinguishable from the rest of her muffled cries and Deidara's smirk deepened.
"What was that kunoichi?"
Sakura pulled away from his skin slightly and he could see her eyes were squeezed shut against the pleasurable onslaught.
"Yes, I like it!" she panted, trying so hard not to scream in ecstasy and wake everyone in her apartment building.
"And do you like this?" Deidara asked, uncurling his fingers to reach deep into her the same time the arm around her waist urged her hips down onto his digits, impaling her deeply.
"Yes, oh yes!" Sakura screamed against his chest, shuddering violently at the sensation.
Slowly, Deidara eased her hips back up and slid his fingers out of her halfway only to repeat the process, but more gently this time. His pink-haired lover almost immediately picked up on his rhythm and soon she was moving her hips on her own, riding his hand at a pace that was much too slow for her but his arm wrapped around her made sure she didn't go any faster.
The feelings of him pumping in and out weren't as intense as when he had been rubbing her G-spot and she managed to keep her wails to a minimum, allowing only low, breathy moans to escape as he guided her up and down.
Once again Deidara found himself captivated by her beauty in this moment, her lovely face flushed and holding an expression of utter desire. Her arms flung around his neck and her body moved in hypnotizing undulations and she propelled herself towards release and from the look of it, she might reach it quite soon.
There were so many ways he could bring her to her peak. He could do it right this moment if he desired but there was something he wanted to try with her, something he had never done with another woman.
Crushing her to him, he trapped her in her lifted position and eased his fingers out of her, chuckling at how she immediately wriggled in his grip as her hips searched for fulfillment.
"No, don't stop now!" she moaned, her womanhood feeling empty after the loss of his pumping fingers.
Deidara's only response was to chuckle and slowly raise his digits to the lips of his face and Sakura watched wide eyes as he slipped the fingers that had just been inside her into his mouth, sucking them clean of her juices and clearly enjoying the taste.
"You know, I've never met a woman who tasted as sweet as you," he murmured only he was done cleaning her essence from his fingers. "But there's still one mouth of mine that hasn't licked you there."
Sakura gasped at the realization of just which mouth he was talking about and her gaze dropped to the intricate seal on his chest. She was still incredibly curious about it, although he doubted he would explain to her all of its anatomical working to her, assuming he even knew them himself, but he had never mentioned it previously after that first night and Sakura had respectfully let it go. Now he wanted to touch her with it? Taste her with it? She wasn't sure what to think about that.
Suddenly, Deidara was sliding back on her bed towards the headboard, taking her with him with both hands on her hips. He eased backwards until he was lying down, his head cushioned by her pillow and her taut thighs straddling his abdomen. He could feel her wet sex pressed against his stomach and his erect cock throbbed painfully, clearly wanting to be buried in that tight inferno the way his fingers had been. He would make sure to fill her deep and hard with his own shaft but not yet. There was something he wanted to do first.
She was watching him, a strap of her black dress sliding off her shoulder enticingly; appearing a little timid at the thought of what was coming next. Slowly, one hand strayed from her pelvis to the stitching over his right pectoral. The palmar mouth there grabbed a loose end of the black thread and pulled and the blond winced at the feeling of the stitching pulling free of his skin.
"Deidara stop it! You shouldn't remove stitches like that!" she exclaimed, her medical knowledge kicking in as she leaned forward to try and bat his hand away. "Let me do it."
"I'm fine kunoichi," he said in a tone that left no room for argument and Sakura hesitantly let her hand drop away from his wrist, eyeing his chest warily as she swallowed all kinds of warnings about infection and proper medical procedures.
The missing nin pulled the last of the thread free and gingerly opened up the mouth he hadn't unsealed for quite some time, testing muscles that had long stayed unused.
Sakura watched in morbid fascination as the biggest mouth she had ever seen smiled at her. If she hadn't known it would do her no harm, she would have thought it to be something out of a horror movie.
Deidara had thoroughly enjoyed the way she had ridden his fingers so earnestly and now he was going to explore her with something else, making sure to taste every drop of those sweet juices she would secrete. Only one thing was left.
"Sakura, take off your dress."
The medic was so enthralled with his new mouth that she didn't even register he had actually called her by her name. She had to force herself to drag her eyes from his chest to his face, her blank look telling the missing-nin she hadn't heard a word he'd said.
"Take off your dress," he repeated, his voice firm but still held a hint of mirth. "And do it slowly."
Sakura's eyes narrowed slightly, well aware that he was intent on watching her strip for him. The smug, arrogant smirk on his face was slightly infuriating. Just because he could make her scream didn't mean he was allowed to exploit her. Then again, hadn't she been gawking at his body just as eagerly when he shed his own clothes? He had a gorgeous body so how could she not look? Maybe it was only natural that he wanted her to show off hers a little as well. She had so few opportunities to flaunt her femininity and sexuality that she might as well take the chance that was given to her.
Biting her lip in a gesture of insecurity that actually appeared to Deidara to be quite an effective seduction technique, Sakura ran her hands down her sides until they reached the short hem of the garment. Hesitantly, she inched the silky material up her body, first exposing the patch of damp curls at the apex of her thighs, then curvaceous hips, a flat stomach and modest breasts that still managed to hold Deidara's undivided attention momentarily before she lifted the dress over her head and tossed if away, flashing the man beneath her a shy smile as she finally revealed her body to him completely.
The missing nin's cocky smile momentarily vanished at the sight of her unclothed body, replaced instead with an expression of awed admiration.
"Have I ever told you there's nothing you look better in than nothing at all?"
His hands wandered over her naked thighs to rest on her hips as she giggled softly at his praise.
"No," she said with a shake of her head. "You haven't."
The blonde's smile was back in place as he let his palms slip around to squeeze the toned cheeks of her ass.
"Well it's true," he rasped, his blue eyes smoldering as he looked up at her. "In fact, I don't think you should wear clothes ever again. They cover up your natural beauty, yeah."
Sakura rolled her eyes and tried to swat his hands away. Even though he'd uttered similar phrases to her over and over, she never got tired of hearing them, nor could she stop the flush that always heated her cheeks. She had no doubt that Deidara could be quite the womanizer if he wanted, but he seemed to have eyes only for her and that knowledge stirred something deep in her chest, something powerful and strange that she would rather not examine too closely, for fear that whatever she found there would complicate things between the Akatsuki member and herself immensely.
"I don't think Tsunade would take too kindly to me fighting nude," Sakura giggled.
"You could probably gain an opening or two by distracting them with that body of yours. I've seen it so many times and I still can't stop staring," Deidara chuckled, his eyes roving over her form shamelessly to emphasize his point. "I still can't keep from touching you."
Their eyes met and Sakura watched his eyebrow quirk up and his lips form a wicked smile.
"Speaking of which…"
The kunoichi found herself jerked forward suddenly by his hands and was awkwardly straddling the left side of his chest, the sudden movement towards the headboard forcing her to brace her hands against the bedroom wall in front of her. His hand came up to support her under her right thigh and Sakura realized he had maneuvered her womanhood directly over the new mouth situated in his chest.
"Deidara!" she gasped, looking down to see his amused face as he rested comfortably on her pillow, clearly ready to enjoy the show.
"Brace yourself, yeah. This is going to feel a little…foreign."
Sakura had to consciously keep herself from crying out as she felt the thick lips on his chest beneath her part and something warm, wet, and flexible flick against her clit. Foreign was right. The medic couldn't remember ever experiencing anything like this, not even with Deidara, and when the broad muscle pushed past the swollen lips of her sex to explore her, her head fell back and she shook as if an electric current had just run through her. This was very different from when they had been joined together previously. The sensation of being filled was the same, but the object inside her was lithe and supple, bending and twisting inside her. When the pleasure receptors in her brain stopped firing in such rapid succession, she realized her mouth was agape and he eyes had nearly rolled back in her head just at the feeling of him sliding into her. She must look like a complete fool, but when she looked down at the man beneath her, his smile wasn't jeering or cruel, just a little smug at the fact he was the cause of her falling apart.
The instant he pushed his largest tongue into her tightness he wanted to moan aloud. The organ had been kept stitched up inside his chest for years and now that it was set free, it seemed hyper-sensitive to everything, including the way her vaginal muscles immediately gripped and rippled around it and the sweet flavor of the sticky juices that drenched his taste buds.
He had never done this with another woman before, partly because he knew that if the extra mouths on his hands didn't freak out his partners, the one on his chest certainly would. He also didn't see the need. He could easily make a woman come by using other various methods but he had always fantasized about penetrating a woman like this. Now that Sakura was atop him, gasping in pleasured wonder at the feel of him, he couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else.
Sakura could feel his tongue slithering around inside her like something alive, exploring every corner of her and soon her thighs were trembling as he ran the tip of his tongue over her cervical wall.
Hesitantly, Sakura raised her hips a tiny bit, only to lower them back down, keeping her palms braced on the wall in front her and her eyes fixed on those of her lover's below.
"That's it Sakura, ride me just like that," the missing nin encouraged, wanting her to enjoy herself just as much as he was.
"This feels really…weird," Sakura panted out as she felt his tongue swirl inside of her once more. No doubt it was the good kind of weird but it was weird nonetheless. The fact that she was centered over one pectoral made the position a little awkward and the hand under her right thigh kept it lifted and prevented her knee from digging into his chest. She had to work hard to rock her hips up and down but the resulting feeling made the effort worth it, even if it was the most bizarre thing she had ever done.
From were Deidara was lying, he had an excellent view of his own thick muscle parting satiny petals of flesh and sliding into her body. His tongue was much more sensitive to texture than his cock and he marveled at how smooth and slick her inner walls felt. With Sakura leaning forward against the wall, he was able to watch her breast bounce enticingly above him with every grind of her hips and her pretty face contorted in pleasure as well. All of it sent his manhood twitching and pulsing, eager to be encased in that wondrous heat and fulfill his on raging desire, but this was so much more wonderful than his own needs. Every toss of her head, every gasp was a mini masterpiece in itself and he couldn't help but be captivated by his unfolding artwork and wanted the moment to last as long as possible.
She moaned his name heatedly, pink lips pursing into an 'o' as his tongue flicked over an especially sensitive spot inside her. It all felt so good but her clit was throbbing, begging for similar attention. Without halting the humping motion of her hips, she brought one hand from the wall to nestle in the pink patch of curls between her legs, her fingers rubbing over the swollen pearl in an attempt to alleviate some of the burning pressure.
Deidara watched her nimble fingers circle the tight bud and noticed how her body momentarily went rigid at the contact and how she picked up the speed of her grinding hips soon thereafter, her breathing coming out sobbing and broken as she shuddered atop him. It was one of the sexiest things the Akatsuki member had ever seen but he could only imagine what she would do if he were to replace her own fingers with something else.
Gently, he brought his free hand up to grasp that hand that was furiously rubbing her clit, halting her actions. When she looked at him curiously, he merely grinned knowingly before releasing her and reaching around to sink his fingers into the firm flesh of her ass, holding her steady.
"Let me help you with that."
Without waiting for a reply, he contracted his abdominals and brought his shoulders off the bed in a half sit-up and latched his mouth onto the throbbing button just above where his other tongue was thrusting in and out of her.
Somehow, Sakura had the capacity to remember to cover her mouth with one hand as she screamed like a banshee at the feeling of two tongues working over her most sensitive parts. What had felt incredibly good before, suddenly escalated into a torrential downpour of fiery hot pleasure, coursing through her and filling her up until she thought she would drown.
Deidara smiled around the tiny bundle of nerves in his mouth at the sound of her muffled cry. Her slick skin was burning hot against his lips and her musky aroma filled his nostrils. He quickly synchronized the motions of his tongue on her clit with the one pumping inside her, matching every flick over the tight ball of flesh with his thrusts. The hands under her thigh and gripping her ass began to guide her hips up and down in a rhythm that suited him and soon Sakura was leaning heavily against the wall, one hand clamped over her mouth to smother the impassioned sobs that wouldn't stop coming. She was too far gone to assist him in any way and instead, focused her energy on not losing herself and waking the entire village with lusty screams of the missing-nin's name.
She was clenching irregularly around him, her inner walls trying to milk him for all he was worth and Deidara knew she was perilously close to tumbling over the edge. Using his hands to move her, he began bouncing her up and down hard and fast, his fingers digging into her soft flesh and leaving angry purple bruises that Sakura wouldn't feel until tomorrow. He began to flick his tongue rapidly over the slippery pearl held gently between his teeth and the moans she had been trying to silence only grew more desperate and frantic as she bucked wildly atop him, her hips moving of their own accord as she sought fulfillment blindly, madly, reduced to the most primal of instincts like a wild animal.
Her inner contractions became more frequent and nearly violent as they reverberated through her whole body, pink hair flying as she tossed her head with reckless abandon. Suddenly, her whole body went rigid and Deidara knew she had reached her peak, something he was not about to miss watching. He let her clit go with a wet pop and looked up to observe the very reason he had come to her. This moment of art was what he lived for and thesheer beauty of it nearly stole his breath away. Her back was arched, the motion jutting her breasts forward to display hardened nipples. Her hand had fallen away from her mouth and lips were parted in a silent scream, the intensity of her orgasm tearing the breath right from her lungs. Her face wore the lovely expression of utter surrender that he had mentally photographed and stored away in his brain but the memory paled in comparison to the real thing.
She was beautiful, so utterly, exquisitely gorgeous that Deidara knew no other woman could begin to resemble her. Sex and the creation of art would lose all of its luster and excitement unless it was with her and in a way, she had ruined it for him, but he knew he must have done the same for her because he doubted she would ever find another man who could make her feel half as much pleasure as he did. The oddest part was that he was glad about it; glad he had found her in the bar that night, glad she had let him into her room and into her heart, glad he had taken all the risks to come to her tonight, for he wouldn't trade a single moment with her for anything and would continue to face the dangers of sneaking into enemy territory just for a night of pleasure with her. It was crazy behavior and yet it felt completely natural but Deidara tried not to dwell on it too much for the truth beneath it all was bound to be complicated and messy and he just wanted to enjoy this perfect moment with the pink-haired goddess before morning came and stole her away from him.
Higher and higher she soared, unable to come down until she rode her climax to completion. Stars and bursts of color exploded before her eyes and Sakura wondered how her body could possibly take all this stimulation without shutting down. Her nipples ached and her clit burned and her whole body refused to stop convulsing. She could still feel his thick tongue churning inside her, prolonging her orgasm and she was helpless to do anything but endure it.
At last, the white hot ecstasy began to ebb away and Sakura collapsed forward against the wall, resting her flushed forehead on its cool surface as she floated down back to earth and tried to catch her breath. The flexible organ within her retreated from her body to gently lick her outer lips clean of the musky juices that were leaking from her but she was too numb to feel it. All she was capable of was sagging against the white plaster as she tried to catch her breath.
Deidara allowed his tongue to run over her slit, lapping up the last of the tangy liquid there. His cock was throbbing too painfully for him to ignore now but he knew she would need a moment to recover after what he had done to her. Carefully, he lifted her hips and slid her back down his torso, causing her to collapse onto his chest without the support of the wall. In one fluid move he rolled them over so he could lay her head against the pillow and cover her trembling body with his, pressing gentle kisses to her temples, her eyelids, her lips, as she began to regain her strength.
Sakura felt like a boneless, jellylike mass, but oddly enough, it was one of the most wonderful feelings she had ever experienced. She felt warm and safe wrapped up in his arms as he showered her with kisses and held her close. The irony of the situation was not lost on her. He was after all, an enemy to her beloved village, but she would betray Konoha before she betrayed her heart, and so here she was, naked and sweaty and very much exhausted, but indescribably happy and knowing full well that he was not done with her yet.
Gradually, she become more aware of his soft lips caressing her face and she murmured softly, somehow finding the strength to lift a hand and tangle it in his long blond hair.
"How the hell do you do that to me?" she whispered, a smile gracing her lips as she let her eyes flutter open to meet his, still drowsy and lethargic in the afterglow.
Deidara chuckled at her sleepy tone. "I think the real question is how are you so perfect? I'll never find a subject for my art that can compare to you now. You've taken all the fun out of it, yeah."
He was smirking mirthfully as he cupped her cheek, his palmar hand pressing a gentle kiss to her face.
"I guess you'll just have to stop blowing things up then," she giggled, running her fingers through silky blond strands that were so soft she was actually a little envious.
"Not a chance," he grinned before leaning in for another slow and smoldering kiss that took her breath away.
Sakura knew he wasn't kidding either. Of course he would continue to blow things apart. It was his primary fighting style. However, she couldn't help but think about the fact that it may be one of her own dear friends fighting him tomorrow, dodging exploding clay birds and spiders. One of these days it may even be she who had to face him on the battlefield. She wouldn't back down and neither would he, even if it meant a tragic ending for this man who she welcomed into her bed. Life as a shinobi was often difficult but she had never encountered anything like this…this thing that turned black and white to shades of gray…that blurred right and wrong. She couldn't help but wonder if she could have ever been happy with this man if circumstances were radically different.
Deidara released her lips and gazed into her eyes, seeming content just to look at her for the time being. He acted as if he had all the time in the world to worship her body when really, their time together was painfully short. He took his time because he wanted what time they did have to be absolutely perfect and he knew by the soft glow radiating from her after her first orgasm, she would agree that so far, it was.
"I hope you're ready to go again," he whispered, his smirk back in place as he kissed the skin of her neck next to her ear. Sakura's only response was a delighted shudder and the raising of goose bumps on her arms.
Deidara let one hand stray to an erect nipple while his head descended to find its twin and began to prepare her body all over again by licking and nibbling the puckered flesh, savoring the tiny moans and mewls he extracted. All too soon, she was grinding her hips up against him, eagerly seeking more stimulation despite all the attention he had just lavished on her.
The missing-nin gave her nipple a final suck before releasing it from his mouth to observe her writhing beneath him in anticipation. Her kunoichi training gave her incredible stamina, making her absolutely insatiable and that's the way he liked her.
His movements were slow and deliberate as he slid a hand under her thigh and behind her knee, hoisting her leg up until her knee was nearly against her shoulder. It reminded him of their position the first time he had touched that sacred spot at the apex of her thighs and he chuckled softly to see the fine pink hairs covering her mound were already glistening with fresh, dewy drops of arousal.
She bit her lip as she watched him, aware that she was spread embarrassingly wide but knew he found the view beautiful, even if she didn't. She held her breath and observed as he aligned their hips and felt his hot shaft glide over her silken sex without penetrating her just yet, lubricating himself so he would slide into her flawlessly.
"Mmm…Deidara," she cooed as he rubbed over her clit with every forward thrust of his hips, making her squirm and arch towards him as he fueled both her desire and his with the added anticipation. Her velvety folds felt so good against his erection but even the friction of rubbing against her did little to ease the pressure he felt after restraining himself for so long. After thoroughly covering himself in her juices, he finally thrust forward into her waiting sex, feeling her body engulf him into a hot, pulsating cocoon.
Sakura's heady moan was long and low and even he couldn't hold in the pleasured growl that forced its way out through gritted teeth. He eased himself into her tight passage until he felt himself bottom out when his tip pressed against her cervical wall the same moment his base pushed against her outer lips.
"Damn, Sakura…" he breathed, letting the profanity slip unconsciously. He just couldn't help it when he was wedged inside her as deep as he could go and her vaginal muscles continued to try and suck him in deeper, quivering and rippling around him as if she were trying to make him lose himself immediately.
His lover stretched her arms above her head, grabbing fistfuls of fluffy pillow as she tried to hang on as Deidara kept her knee hoisted to her shoulder but extended her leg out until her ankle rested on the bed by her head while the other remained straight out in front of her, her legs now splayed wide in a perfect splits position.
"Are you ok?" he whispered, his hand pressing her calf to the sheets to keep her in the position only a woman as flexible as an elite kunoichi could have managed.
Sakura nodded and uttered a sound that was probably an affirmation but one look at her face told him that she was enjoying this new arrangement very much.
Taking care to move slow, Deidara began to pump his hips back and forth, feeling her pussy clamp down and suction him back in whenever he tried to withdraw. Her face was screwed up in an intensely pleasured expression as their bodies meshed and parted but Deidara wasn't content with her just feeling him. He wanted her to experience even more.
"Look at me kunoichi," he coaxed gently, and Sakura forced hazy green eyes open, immediately getting lost in crystalline blue eyes as he pushed into her slow and deep.
Sakura wasn't sure why but she felt something lurch in her chest at the sight of him, something wonderful and terrible all at once. She was eternally thankfully for him and this moment, but her heart constricted painfully at the thought of him having to leave her behind, to return perhaps not for a long while or maybe not at all. She could no longer go along thinking that this was just about great sex and the creation of beautiful art. Shinobi of her caliber did not betray their villages simply for great sex. But if it was more than a physical attraction, what did that mean? Did she care about him? Yes, she supposed she did, but how deeply did those emotions run? Did she like him? Of course. Did she…did she love him?
Sakura immediately shoved the thought away. The notion was too ridiculous to even consider. How could she love him? He was either trying to kill her friends, buying her drinks in a bar, or screwing her brains out. They hadn't even had time to form a relationship. In fact, she knew nothing about him at all, only that he had four mouths, considered explosions and orgasms to be art, and was extremely good in bed. She was in lust, that much was certain. But love? No way. If she were actually in love with this man, the result would be emotions so complicated that no amount of methodical analyzing would sort it out. She couldn't be in love with this man, plain and simple. She couldn't. She wasn't.
Even so, she couldn't help the nagging feeling in her gut as he continued to fill her repeatedly with hard, masculine flesh, that she was very wrong in her assessment of her feelings. If she didn't love him, why did looking into his eyes and being held in his arms feel so right? Why was she risking everything for this man when she should have turned him in the first night he showed up at her window? Sakura had a feeling the answer was staring right at her, incredibly simple in nature but yielding endlessly complex consequences. Instead of examining the situation further, she shoved it all to the back of her mind, hoping that if she didn't acknowledge it, it simply wouldn't exist and she could go on blissfully unaware of what was forming between this dangerous Akatsuki member and herself.
Deidara kept the pace slow and steady, feeling his shaft slip in and out of her inch by inch. Even at this unhurried speed, she was wet enough that excess fluid was leaking from between their joined bodies, staining the sheets and permeating the air with her musky and spicy scent until the room smelled strongly of sex and sweat. Deidara didn't mind, in fact, he relished it, for in the morning when he was long gone, the soiled sheets would be a testament to what they had done, proof of a night that would otherwise be no more than a memory to her after the bruises on her skin were healed.
Sakura could feel herself breaking, her body cracking and bits of blinding light shining through that would overwhelm her when she fell off the edge of consciousness into blissful oblivion. She bent the knee that wasn't pushed to her shoulder and used the leverage of her foot on the bed to push her hips up to his, meeting him thrust for thrust and instantly, she could feel his body shudder and tense as he neared his limit as well.
"Oh god Sakura…you feel so fucking good."
The medic moaned her agreement as her she felt his hot shaft pulse within her. Every nerve ending was on fire and she felt she might burn up before the night was over but continued to raise her hips to his, knowing she couldn't stop now even if she tried. She could feel her release coming, signaling the enormity of the impending explosion and she tried to warn the man above her to slow down before she woke everyone from here to Suna.
"Oh god, it's coming…it's going to be huge! I can't…I…I can't…"
Words failed her but Deidara know what she was trying to say. However, he had no intention of doing anything to decrease the intensity of her oncoming orgasm. If it was going to tear through her like a hurricane, so be it. He would watch the raging storm unfold and admire every second of it.
"Let it come," he rasped harshly, forcing his body to stay in check so he wouldn't reach completion before she did. He had to see her finish, had to see her descend into that world of rapture and transform into a creature whose beauty was unparalleled.
"But…"
"Come for me."
Sakura decided to cast her doubts aside and succumb to the world that beckoned her, even if it tore her apart. Deidara pushed into her especially deep and with that, the final thread holding her back snapped and she spiraled headlong into the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced, putting all of Kiba's endeavors to shame and dwarfing even some of Deidara's own accomplishments.
Her lungs filled to maximum capacity as her body went rigid in the calm before the storm and she knew that her scream would be heard from here all the way to most distant training ground in the village. However, there wasn't much she could do as her hands clawed helplessly at the pillow beneath her head.
Deidara watched as she went into convulsions, her body flexing and rippling beneath him and just as she was about to let out a deafening scream, he clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her with his tongue as it forced its way between her lips, muffling her cries as it tangled with her own. In all honesty, he would have much rather heard her scream but the sight of her heatedly kissing his own hand at the peak of her orgasm was quite enthralling too and if he pulled his hand back just a little, he could watch their tongues twist and ply with each other in an overtly sensual display.
He continued to pump his hips into her, trying to lengthen the duration of her climax but his rhythm was broken and irregular now and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from spilling into her. He wanted so badly to watch this beautiful display until its conclusion and would not let his self-control slip until then. She was breathtaking and practically glowing as she rode out her climax and Deidara doubted there was ever a woman anywhere that looked so gorgeous.
At last, she began to come down from her high, still kissing his hand fervently but with slightly less desperation, losing steam quickly as her incredible orgasm sucked the last of her strength. When she opened emerald eyes so give him a sexy and satisfied look, like a cat that had gotten the cream, while still massaging the tongue in his hand with her own, he lost it.
With a growl that was nearly animalistic, he thrust forward hard and felt his own body explode in a burst of searing heat, feeling his member pulse as he emptied himself into her until he felt he completely run dry. His other hand was still gripping her calf, pressing it to the bed with such force that it would no doubt leave more bruises, but Deidara was too lost to stop himself, too far gone to hear the own words falling brokenly from his mouth.
"Oh god Sakura, I love the art we make together! I love you!"
With one last thrust, he collapsed onto her, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his body so thoroughly and utterly spent that he questioned his ability to move. Without a doubt this had been his ultimate masterpiece and nothing he created from here on out would ever come close to the radiance he had witnessed in the Leaf kunoichi here tonight. He would continue to enjoy the lesser works he made but every time he infused his chakra into his clay, every time he set it off in a brilliant explosion, he would think of her and this night, of the time when he created the most beautiful and wondrous sight he had ever laid eyes on.
Sakura had been only half conscious, still overwhelmed by what she had just experienced, but she was not so far gone to let the words he uttered as he came slip past her unnoticed. Had she heard him right? Had he really said "I love you"? The thought of it stopped her dead in her tracks, making her pull away from the hand she had been drowsily kissing. Maybe she had heard wrong, or maybe it was something he had just said in the moment, empty words with no meaning behind them, but even Sakura knew better than to think Deidara would casually throw around such a powerful phrase.
As the missing-nin began to pull himself together, he noticed that the body beneath him was usually stiff and unyielding and not at all how she normally was after sex. He summoned the strength to lift his head and found her face set in a grim expression that was most definitely unlike her.
"What is it?" he asked softly, adjusting his weight to stroke her cheek softly with his fingers, only to have her turn away from him slightly. His brow creased as he frowned in confusion. Just what had gotten into her?
Sakura said nothing for a moment, letting her eyes stare vacantly into the darkened room so she wouldn't have to look at him. After a moment she finally drew a deep breath to whisper, "You know this is never going to work right?"
Her sudden mood change had Deidara completely perplexed. He had shared enough intimate moments with this woman to know how she usually acted after a round of lovemaking and this was far from the norm, although he didn't understand why she was suddenly acting this way.
"What is there to work out Sakura? It's not like I'm asking you to marry me and have my kids."
The answer seemed to do nothing to appease her. Jade eyes snapped back to focus on him, lit from within by an emotion quite different from the lust he had seen there previously, although Deidara couldn't quite name what it was.
"If circumstances were different, would you want me to?"
Deidara felt his jaw slacken at the question. Where the hell had that come from? He knew many women were driven to seek a man they could settle down with, urged on by their internal clock, but he had come to find that kunoichi ran on an entirely differently schedule, they had to when any day could be their last, but Sakura had never exhibited such peculiar behavior before and the enigma of it all was starting to annoy him.
"What is with you all of a sudden?" he sighed in annoyance, pushing himself onto his hands so he could hover over her and face her directly. "Why are you asking me all these questions when they have nothing to do with anything concerning us?"
"That's a pretty bold thing to say, considering what you just said to me," she replied, her voice taking on a definite edge.
Deidara was about to make a retort when his mouth snapped shut. So it was something he had said? That figured. Women had a tendency to hold words against their speakers. But what exactly had he said? One look at her face told him that she wasn't going to offer up the answer so he tried his best to replay the moment just prior to her switching gears from sweet and serene to slightly hostile. He had been on the brink, caught up in the moment of the best sex he'd ever had and during his release, he had said something to her, uttered something breathlessly as he had spilled his seed inside her. It had been something from his subconscious and he had thought the words tumbling forth had been a series of sweet nothings, fluffy words with no real meaning behind them, but apparently it had been enough to put her on edge.
Sakura could see his expression change as he introverted himself and thought hard about what had passed between them. She tried to be patient but when his face remained blank, she heaved a sigh of exasperation.
"You really have no idea do you? You told me you loved me and don't even remember," Sakura said, sounding slightly hurt but trying unsuccessfully to mask it. "Maybe I should be thankful for that because it means you didn't really mean it."
Deidara was stunned. Is that really what he had said? That was certainly a profound statement to make and it was no wonder her emotions were all over the place as a result. Now the real question was did he really mean it? All this time he had convinced himself it was the consuming need to come back to her and see that perfect face of hers when he brought her to completion. The desire to create masterful works of art was like a drug and that was why he kept returning to her now that the explosions generated in battle hardly held their own against her. But now, upon closer inspection, he began to realize that maybe that wasn't entirely true. Just why did he feel so compelled to come back to her when he could have found another woman to suffice? True the resulting art wouldn't be quite as magnificent but considering the risks associated with sneaking into a village his organization was at war with, he could have made it work. But no, he hadn't wanted another woman and now it all made sense as to why. He wasn't sure when it had happened, but he felt more for this pink-haired woman than the reverence of an artist for his art. It ran deeper than that and when he really searched his own heart, he found that the emotion he was feeling for her couldn't be anything else but love, pure and simple.
Sakura watched the constantly changing torrent of emotions flicker across his face, literally watching the realization unfold in front of her. He may not have realized he said it, but now that he was forced to think about it, he was searching deep inside himself and she waited breathlessly for his answer.
After a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on and on, the blond came out of his thoughts to focus lucid eyes on her and even before he opened his mouth, Sakura knew the truth and she was devastated, elated and terrified all at once.
"I…Ido mean it, Sakura. I love you."
Sakura's heart clenched within her chest. She wanted to laugh and she wanted to sob uncontrollably. Why now? Why him? Why couldn't this have happened with someone else? It didn't seem fair that the man who finally offered her the affection she craved was a mortal enemy of her village. Maybe it wasn't too late. If they ended it now, maybe she could save both of them. It would hurt, but they would get through it. She would cut the ties before the ending consequences became too much to bear.
"We can't do this Deidara. We have to stop. Things have gotten out of control and it can't go on. We shouldn't be in love. We can't be in love. We—"
Deidara covered her mouth with his hand, but this time, keeping the tongue in his palm from plundering her mouth. "So you feel the same for me, yeah," he said with a knowing smirk, his tone making his words a statement, not a question.
He gently removed his hand, allowing her to speak.
"I…well…I guess…maybe…"
Her reluctance to admit a firm yes or no was proof enough for the missing-nin.
"You do," Deidara said simply. "You do but you're scared. There's no need to be. We've been getting along fine until now."
"But this changes everything!" Sakura said, her voice growing slightly panicky. "I loved you but I didn't know it. Now that I do, I can't go on like this. I can't watch you leave me behind and go back to fighting a war you may never come back from, and I can't go on healing people on my side that you potentially injured!"
"Then run away with me," Deidara said simply, the words leaving his mouth before his brain even had time to process them. He surprised himself with the brashness of his suggestion and apparently Sakura was shocked too.
"What?!" she nearly shrieked before realizing she had to be quiet and lowered her voice. "Are you out of your mind?! We'd be running from the Leaf and the Akatsuki!"
"I know," Deidara said softly, realizing that he was ok with the implications of being a missing-nin twice over as long as she was by his side. "I never said it would be easy, but it can be done. I know how the Akasuki move and where they like to hide. I know the places to avoid and chances are they would be too busy with the war to come after us right away. We would get a large enough head start that we could make it."
Sakura's head was spinning. Leave behind Konoha and everything else she loved? The thought was ludicrous, but the thought of finally being able to be happy with this man, even if they would never lead a normal life, was incredibly tempting, if not completely unrealistic. She knew where she belonged and her ties to her home were too strong, her loyalties too deep to break.
"And what would we do when we left? Give up being shinobi completely? Raise a child while constantly on the run? You can't ask me to do that Deidara. I love what I do and I love my home. Even if I love you too, I can't give up being a medic. They need me here."
Deidara's heart grew heavy at her words, even though he'd somehow expected to hear them from her. Her situation was completely different from his. He hadn't joined Akatsuki by choice and didn't particularly enjoy being a part of it. He wouldn't miss much about the organization if he traded one fugitive lifestyle for another. She on the other hand had friends here and he couldn't ask it of her to leave them behind for a future that was uncertain at best.
"I understand," he whispered softly, cupping her cheek and letting the lips there press a soft kiss to her skin like he so often did when they were together, and Sakura let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.
Sensing her relief, Deidara leaned forward to capture her lips in another kiss, this one far sweeter and gentler than the previous ones they had shared that night, for this one was full of the love they had both acknowledged.
Although it was tender, it still stole her breath away and when they parted, she found herself breathless under his azure gaze.
"So now what do we do?" she whispered, afraid that his answer would be to separate for good, even if that solution was the most logical.
"Go back to what we were doing," Deidara said, his tender smile turning mischievous. "Which I believe was me getting ready to make you moan all over again."
Sakura drew as sharp breath as she felt the hand on her cheek descend down her body to tangle teasingly in the candy colored hairs at the apex of her thighs.
"But what—ooh! What about after tonight?" she panted out, a soft cry interrupting her voice when his finger brushed over her sensitized clit.
"Same as always," Deidara smirked. "I'll come to you when I can and when I do, it will be you who is coming for me."
"But what about—ah!—the consequences? We both know this can only end—mmm—with us getting hurt…"
Deidara's skilled fingers were playing over her fleshy pink button, making thought and speech extremely difficult. She couldn't help but wonder if that was intentional.
"I don't care," he rasped, his voice already throaty and sensual as he watched her body respond to him so readily. "I'll endure whatever it takes to be near you, Sakura."
She could feel her core growing wet and hot with surprising speed and the words he spoke only urged her along even if they were completely irrational. Then again, she had been just as reckless the night she had invited him into her room at the inn, and the night she had allowed him into her own bed. Perhaps it was unavoidable that they do crazy things when they were together because otherwise, they wouldn't be together at all.
As she felt the wet heat of the tongue on his hand dip inside her, Sakura knew that she was already past the point of no return with him and would continue to await the moments they shared together, even if his side opposed hers.
Whether fate was cruel or sweet or a little of both remained to be seen, but either way, they were going to face it together.
Weee! Another fic completed. Thanks to cynchick as always for editing, formatting, and illustrating this fic! Please review and let me know how I'm doing. Authors like feed back.
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