A.N: Welcome back! I was taking a much, much needed break from writing. I've been so busy. I know I always say that, but it's the truth! Sometimes I forget where I'm going or I don't remember to hop on to check on things. Summer has been one hell of a ride for me as I'm sure it has for all of you too. I've fallen out of love with some of my story ideas and I've given up on some aspects of writing. However, this story still surprises me and I could never not love it. It's my favorite out of all the ones I have touched and I'm sad that it's coming to a close, especially since it was supposed to be ten chapters long instead of nine. Bigger surprise is that I've started dotting out the plot and character realizations for the sequel, if you're all interested. You can guess what point of view it's in too! Not Kisame's. He's had his :]

Happy reading!

Touching Her

Chapter Nine

Kisame shifted his weight uselessly from one leg to the other. His grip never loosened on his bicep as he starred down the plant-like man. He huffed a bit when Zetsu paused impassively to shift his unwanted gaze at the sake bottle. Kisame's hand shot out and grasped the neck in such a tight grip that the top shattered. Kisame retreated his hand back to its place on his bicep. His black eyes never directed elsewhere as Zetsu dragged his eyes to his. Zetsu let himself melt into the floor a bit before opening his mouth to speak.

"It's our prisoner I speak in regards to."

Kisame felt heat engulf him much unlike the fire that spewed in his belly every time his kunoichi moved. Our prisoner?, he thought bitterly. Bullshit. He took a quick glance at Itachi who had began to lean against the wall. Kisame puffed up his chest a bit before glaring openly at the mix matched being.

"What of her?" He gruffly answered with a ting of malice.

Zetsu spoke harshly, "If she continues to give no information, she is to be disposed of." He paused in what Kisame thought was to add a dramatic effect. "You and Itachi have two days to extract any information regarding Konoha and Orochimaru from her. If you cannot, I will dispose of her."

Kisame's eyes narrowed as the cannibal continued on in a darker tone, "Might I add how delicious she looks."

Kisame felt a cold shiver run down his spine as the cannibal licked his lips before nearly completely becoming engulfed in the floor boards.

"Two days." was Zetsu's parting words.

Kisame strutted towards the door when Itachi spoke out to him, "I have means to attend to near Suna. I'll return in two days time."

He swiftly turned around despite his large frame and laughed. "Don't tell me it has to do with that brat of a brother of yours!"

Itachi grunted before disappearing in a cloud of smoke. Kisame chuckled. Two days, he thought, now what am I to do? He found his gaze moving toward the sake. His cheeks pressed up into a firm smirk. As a man, he was always ready for a good time.

Kisame shook his head and gulped down the searing liquid. His eyes squeezed shut and he coughed out a bit before hiccupping. His laughter bubbled up and he fell back slightly letting loose. His normally steady, and might he add heavy, steps faltered as his legs started to give way beneath his weighty mass. He wobbled down the corridor with a fizzy laughter continually spilling from his parted lips. He swore briefly to himself that he wasn't drunk by any standards, but even he believe that was a lie. His hand slapped against the wall in a means to sturdy himself, but he ended up sliding against the wall in a drunk stupor. Kisame grunted and pushed his lethargic body up straighter.

He sobered quickly when he heard a little whimper further down the hall. His body, no longer lethargic but more attentive, jerked in response. He recalled a vague scene from when he captured the little tease, the vixen of a kunoichi he reminded himself, and how her lithe form rocked back and forth in the surreal lights of the abandoned warehouse.

Kisame groaned and tried to shake his head, but when the world began to spin he opted for standing still. Maybe if I stand very still, I'll be able to see again, he thought with a grunt. Once he could see the dim light further down the hall, he began to take small, yet firm steps toward his prisoner. Every so often he wobbled and chuckled under his breath in his inebriated state, but thinking hurt his head too much. He let his instincts guide him to her cell where he threw his body against the cool cell bars.

His eyes drifted closed and he took a deep breath in through his nose. He could smell her. The seductive perfume she must have reapplied at some point filtered up into his nostrils and he made a soft noise of appreciation. No, he thought, I'm a man. I don't make soft noises.

Kisame remembered conclusively of her soft, yet strong body flush against his. She ground into him softly and he groaned in the back of his throat. He carefully skimmed his fingers over the sides of her body, and he grinned down at her when he felt her shiver. When his fingers brushed her hips, she ground into him harder and he flashed her a deadly, predatory smile. The same predatory smile pulled at his cheeks. Eyes still closed, he dug through his cloak pocket, touching ever so slightly his now erect member. Kisame grasped the key and tilted his head down to partially open his beady eyes to match the key in the hole.

He laughed, the pun not escaping him. Kami really was on his side this time when he threw open the door and stumbled in. Kisame let his eyes roam what he could of the pink haired vixen that plagued his every though. She was still wrapped in his old cloak, curled up on the mattress. He couldn't see much of her and he felt his smile drop into a solid frown. He deposited himself beside her without a second thought. He squinted to watch her green eyes narrow in slight confusion, he assumed, and how she shifted away from him, his cloak firm in her grasp. He leaned over and she moved back. He could make out her distinct hair color and how it fell perfectly to frame her gorgeous face.

Gorgeous, Kisame thought. Yes, gorgeous. He lifted his hand and quickly snatched the cloak from her. The kunoichi snarled at him as she darted back, and he felt his cheeks pull upward. He flashed her his teeth before he returned her with a snarl of his own. He felt the powerful vibrations crawl from his belly, in his throat and spill from his lips. She twisted quickly in a way only a skilled kunoichi as herself could away from him and he followed her. He grabbed her bicep and yanked her beneath him. She reached up to claw his face, but he used his other hand to handcuff her tiny wrists in his large hand.

Her green eyes flashed at him and Kisame felt a heat engulf him. His mouth snapped shut and he glared at her. He watched her draw back into the mattress before narrowing her own eyes at him. He raised his left hand and ran his fingers through the pink mess upon her head. She tried to squirm away, but wherever she went, he followed. She stopped, he assumed out of frustration, and he continued to tousle her hair.

"So soft.." he murmured and he dropped the lower half of his body proportionately over hers.

Kisame snickered as she sucked in hair between what he noted as tasteful pink lips. He never hated the color, he just thought it was obscene. He was drawn out of his mussing when she squirmed beneath his added weight. Kisame groaned and dropped his head into the crook of her neck. His eyes closed and he ground his erection between her thighs. She gasped, and as the air filled her lungs, he enjoyed how the movement pushed her breasts into his firm chest.

He opened his eyes and stared at the pale skin of her oh so delightful clavicle. He ran his nose in the dip and over her clavicle. He laid his lips upon her clavicle and began to nibble. She jerked under him and he ground into her again. Her breath came out fast and ruffled his hair. Kisame decided he liked the feeling and bite a bit harder. She moaned quietly. He ran his tongue up her neck and settled his weight better on her as to not crush her. He knew how much he weighed.

He let his lips suck on the skin on the corner of her jaw. She tilted her head to the side and he took full advantage of situation. His hips began to grind into hers and he lavished her neck with a wonder of nips and tugs, which he was careful not to bite too hard with his sharp teeth. He sharply sucked in air when her hips pushed back into his. His cock painfully throbbed and he barely registered releasing her hands. Her hands were cool against the skin of his neck and he groaned as she wrapped them around him.

Kisame rolled his hips into one last time before moving to sit up. He looked down at the spectacle that brought a new wave of carnal flames from the pit of his belly- her hair fanned out under her, her bright eyes were closed and the red marks lining her delicate neck stood out remarkably in contrast to her milky skin tone. He shrugged off his heavy cloak and he tugged unappreciatively at the mesh top he usually wore until it ripped. His eyes jerked to her when she began to slowly unzip her vest top.

He slapped her hands away with a warning growl and he leaned over her to harshly bite her. She groaned in his ear and he pulled away. He let his eyes roam her face. She showed no sign of disapproval or rejection. He let his cheeks pull tightly upward into a full blown smirk. His teeth protruded slightly as he bit down on his bottom lip to hold back a groan of ecstasy when her fingers brushed the hair on the nape of his neck. He let his eyes drift close as he ran his fingers over her clothed body.

He frowned once again. Clothed?, he thought, oh, hell no. He made quick work of loosening her hold on him as he drew himself up to better access her. Kisame dragged his fingers over her chest and groaned deeply in his throat. Her supple curvature pressed harshly into his calloused hands and he drew in a breath of stall air. He lost himself in her lithe form. Before he could even register what he was doing, his mouth was pressed into the cloth around where he knew her pert nipple was. He sucked and fling himself back to spit out a piece of lint.

He growled again and unzipped her top easily. He ripped the chest bindings from her, and she gasped. The sound startled him from his focus and his beady eyes shot up to stare longingly at her delicate face. Seeing nothing to worry about in his drunken haze, he filtered his gaze down her creamy skin, over the ample cleavage now open for his viewing to her taunt muscles of her stomach. At her navel, he narrowed his eyes. There he found a gleam. He squinted as best as he could to soon realize it was a piece of jewelry. He grinned. He member twitched in his tight trousers and he let his gaze trail down further.

His frown was becoming more permanent. He shifted his weight to better address her clothing while being mindful of the large appendage that was restricting his movement. He froze however when he felt her soft, but strong hand brush his cock. His eyes snapped shut and he rolled his head back when her petite fingers stroked him through the material of his pants. When her fingers left him, he hastily untied the knot of the drawstrings to his pants. Reaching in, unafraid of being caught or being admonished, he grasped his cock at the base in his large hands and pulled up tightly. He stroked himself roughly before releasing himself to attend to the gorgeous woman before him.

Kisame leaned over, and with nimble fingers dragged her bottoms down her creamy, long legs while admonishing licks and nips all the way down to her ankles. He nipped one of her toes and she made a sound of laughter that too tickled him. He chuckled again before taking a step back to relish the mostly naked female laying before him.

He drank up her flawless milky skin. Her sleek long legs stretched on for miles. Nestled between those enticing appendages of power, was her core. He felt everything on his being strike up. His dick ached dangerously. There was a neat strip of pink hair. No messy curls that he was used to fighting with. No odd shape or discolored strand. Just a neat, landing strip that drew his attention to her dangerously wonderful labia and matching pink center. Skipping ahead, deciding to savor all he could after his lust was satisfied, his eyes slipped over her rounded hips, toned abs to her round, soft chest.

Kisame groaned in frustration. In his rush, he didn't fully dispose of her vest. It laid perfectly over her rounded joys and he felt himself shake in self turned anger. He wanted to see those mounds now, damn it! He stood quickly and rushed over to her. Her pale green eyes studied him, and he found he rather liked the way her eyes lingered on the bulge in his trousers. He let his hands fall over her top and he grasped it in a tight hold. He pulled it to her shoulders, and, much to his glee, she pushed herself up to help him drop it down her toned arms.

Her movement drew her closer to him and he breathed in her tingling scent. He leaned in to kiss her. His lips crashed against her hot mouth and he felt a rumble of dire need filter his system. Her body pressed fervently into his skin, and he hissed from the contact. The heat of her smooth, soft skin, he knew would permanently be engraved into his mind as his chakra began to buzz.

The feeling of her warm hands gliding over his biceps brought his mind back down to how hard his cock was. He pushed her harshly into the mattress and positioned himself over her. He ran his hands over her sides, brushing occasionally the sides of her breasts. She cooed in his ear as he buried his head in the crook of her neck and he nipped her skin. Decidedly, he allowed himself to pull away from her intoxicating body to strip himself of his pants.

He stood unabashed in front of her and awaited, nervously, though he would never admit it, her approval. Sakura now was sitting up and he shook impatiently as her eyes lazily took in his muscular form. He stared at her calculating face, and his breath caught in his throat when her green eyes stared back. It was an intense moment for him and his throbbing cock.

"Oh, big boy."

He was upon her in a second sliding his hands fervently over her heated skin, sucking on the skin of her breast, and pressing his member against the slipper folds of her labia. He relished the soft moans and gasps that controlled his ears and he let his body do the rest of the talking. He grabbed her hips and ground his pelvis into hers. She groaned beneath him, and he lost all his control when she moaned his name.

Her nails dug crevices in his biceps as he positioned himself. Cautiously, he avoided looking at her face as he stared down at his cock near her entrance. He could smell her arousal strongly from where his face was cradled in the tissue of her perky breasts, and he could feel her body heat radiate from her vagina. Kisame allowed himself a sane thought of how hard he should screw her, and he decided on fucking the shit out her. Fuck foreplay.

Driving his member into her was the most blissful moment of his life. Never had he felt this satisfied in his life. Not even when he scared the shit, literally, out of Tobi. Her muscles clenched around him and he groaned loudly, not delightfully because he was a man and men don't sound delightful by any means. She moaned in his ear, and he paused to let himself adjust to being in such a tight, fucking hot pussy. The only word he could describe the sensation he felt when she clenched her pussy and ground herself further against him was delightful.

Fucking delightful.

Kisame let his primal side control his movements as he slide out almost completely before ramming her with his cock. The movement became mechanical in a way as he continuously thrust into her core. It became a necessity when her high pitched moans rang in his ears. The sex became hard and fast when her legs wrapped around his hips, and the slick feeling of her secretions started to drip everywhere.

He began speeding up when her moans became more fervent with desire. He could practically feel her orgasm writhing up in her when her body smacked against his. Kisame's hard cock impaled her hard, and, before he even knew it, her muscles were milking the cum out of him as she all but screamed his name in name. Kisame's body jerked against hers as his semen drenched her. He panted harshly against her shoulder and he dropped his weight to the side before rolling off her completely.

The muscles in his body screamed tiredly at him and he groaned from a growing exhaustion. He glanced at the sweaty kunoichi beside him and he grinned. He reached lazily down and pulled on his sweatpants, dragging each tired leg into each pant hole. He reached into adjust his now sticky, sore member carefully before dropping his arm on his side.

He began to close his eyes vaguely and he listened intently, feigning sleep while she dressed hurriedly. Kisame let himself sigh as she stood. He listened to her soft, light steps. He knew she paused when the door to her cell creaked. His head turned and watched her through hooded, black eyes.

She had stopped and starred at him with the unmistakable worry evident in her features. He made a point of smiling at her. She flinched scared of what to do for being caught, he supposed and he waved her off.

"Go quick, before I change my mind."

Rolling back over to his side, he grabbed his cloak, bundled it up and made good use of it. Resting his head on it, he shut his eyes to lazily drift to sleep. He listened intently to her fleeing steps, and when he could hear her no more, he let his mind wander off to how he would explain his naked and prisoner less cell to the rest of the Akatsuki before he finally fell into a peaceful sleep.