When Cherry Blossoms Fall

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A storm was brewing outside. Wind howling just beyond the shelter of her room. Sakura lay awake, staring at an utterly non-descript wall. Her mind a thousand miles away. Once she had chased Sasuke to bring him home. Chased a dream that never was to be.

She shivered in the slight chill of the air. At least they were in an inn this time. She felt the bedding pull tight over her and then loosen as warmth pressed against her back. A heavy arm sliding over her. She sighed as her current partner inhaled deeply against her hair. Her dangerous, enigmatic partner. She had shouted at him today. Too tired and overwrought. He had shouted back. Not an unheard of thing between them. But she knew he didn’t like it.

He was quiet and serious. Deidara. How crazy life could get she mused to herself.

Once upon a time, not so long ago she hated him. Hated all of Akatsuki. But life could change, all to swiftly. For her, it took two months. Two months. Two long nerve wracking months. That was the length of time that Sakura had been a prisoner. A hostage, and now an unwilling teammate. In her desire to free Sasuke she'd pushed too hard for too long and in the end, had slipped up.

Now she had no choice, she had to work with the Akatsuki, if she wanted to survive. If she ever wanted to see Konoha again. That didn’t mean she was pleased by it in the least. At least her temporary partner wasn’t so bad, despite the hands on his mouths and his early attempts at humor by licking her face awake. ‘Eww“, she shuddered.

The arm banded over her waist tightening. Sakura felt the blonde shinobi shift in the bed beside her and then his knee jammed between her own. It might have been amusing. Might have been. In a way she supposed it was. Deidara was a closet cuddler. This was Deidara’s preferred position, she had found in the many nights they had been forced to room together. An arm under her head and one over her waist, knee pressed all too closely towards her core. The man had no respect for her bubble, but as time had gone by...well she’d gotten used to that too. She supposed she should be glad it was winter and he kept her warm. Not that she didn’t overheat around him anyway. He was far too tempting for her own good.

Damn it why couldn’t she have gotten someone cold like Itachi, or insane like Hidan, or gross like Kisame? Someone that held no interest for her. But no…. she had to be paired with the one member she had prayed fervently she wouldn’t. The maniac artist, the serious intellect, the actually very nice guy... all things considered. She sighed. Beside her Deidara moved again and before she knew it she was on her back staring up at him.

Gray eyes, gleaming like silver stared back at her in silent question. His face was lit by the hint of moonlight streaming the window. Deidara has sensed her growing restlessness over the last few weeks, she all but tossed and turned like an errant wave if he didn’t anchor her. At first he had thought was due to the fact that she missed home. Then it was because it was getting colder. But she refused to confirm any of it. It wasn’t until he noticed her almost shy sideways glances and her blushing cheeks that a small suspicion began to take root.

Each day he purposely stood closer, brushed his hand against hers as they walked. Everything was instinct. Reactionary. In fact he was almost certain he knew what the issue was. Those green eyes were wide now, the faint pink of a blush stealing over her cheeks. Why did she have to be so damnably attractive anyway? Long lashes framing cat-like eyes. Lips that looked far too soft to give him peace. “What’s all this moving around hmm?” he asked. She sighed again, a sound he was starting to dislike, “I can’t sleep”. Her words were muttered. He reached back to shove his blonde hair from his face, “Then I can’t either yeah” She made a small sound, “Since when?” Never had she noticed Deidara having a hard time sleeping.

He tch’d, “Since someone is trying to roll all over the place hmm” She sighed again and he glared down at her, “Stop doing that yeah” he groused. She blinked in confusion, “What? Sigh? It helps relieve tension!” Silvery eyes narrowed in a calculating way, “Tension keeping you awake hmm” he seemed to be pondering something important, “I can fix that yeah”. She looked doubtful, “How’s that?” Deidara’s preferred method of fixing anything generally involved explosions. He sat up and gestured to her, “Roll over and take off your shirt hmm” She glared at him, “Why you freaky little perv..” Gray eyes rolled impatiently. “Massage yeah” he cut her off, “Simple muscle manipulation” She sighed, it had been ages since she’d been worked on and she shrugged, “Behave” she said as she flopped onto her stomach trying to loosen her muscles as he straddled her hips.

If he did anything to get fresh should could beat him senseless. Deidara stared at the pale flesh before him, her back carried several scars, small and pale. One was almost silvery. Like det cord. This, he decided was his favorite. It must have been a very deep wound. His hands were large and hot against her skin, elegant fingers used to sculpting carrying the barest hint of calluses. Sakura tried to stay quiet beneath his touch, but he was very good at this. Finding each painful knot and working it free. Sometimes she winced when he had to dig in a little deeper but then she would sigh blissfully and suppress soft moans when the ache faded.

“You are tense hmm” he noted, his hands cupping her shoulder, “Loosen up for me yeah” She glanced back to see golden skin and black nails before she looked forward again. She did as he commanded and felt him roll her shoulder gently, a slight pop followed. “Ah!” she cried out softly, feeling the sharp momentary pain. Her left leg kicked in response to the sudden burst of feeling. Deidara arched a pale brow. “Better?” he asked. She nodded against the bedding and smiled, “Much”. Her eyes drifted closed and a small smile lit her face. Only half of which was visible to him. "You still sore for that fight with the rain shinobi hmm?" That had been two days ago. "Yeah" murmured against the pillow, "Guess I am"

Deidara sighed softly himself now, "You could have said something yeah?" She chuckled, "And give you a reason to get all touchy?" He leaned closer to her ear, "You don't seem to mind it now hmm" She flushed and looked straight ahead, "I just didn't want to bother you." He trailed his hand down her spine, "I should get some of that ointment from Itachi when we get back yeah." She twisted to look over her shoulder, "You hate Itachi". The thought of him asking the Uchiha for anything was unheard of.

He shrugged, "I hate all Uchihas hmm. Arrogant bastards." His palm found her head and turned her back around, "Relax and let me work yeah." Sakura settled back against the bedding and let out a small breath. To think... he would speak to Itachi for the sake of her aches and pains. Amazing. This was crazy she thought to herself. Time was short for them. They both knew it. Eventually they would near the borders of Konoha, her own team was no doubt searching for her. What was she doing getting so chummy with an S class criminal? They would be parting ways soon. Too bad really. She might almost miss the blonde haired freak currently turning her into a mewling mass of uselessness.

She felt the smallest prick at her eyes and shut them tightly to ward off tears. She couldn't grieve him. Couldn't. She would leave him, but she wouldn’t LEAVE him. She stretched against him, feeling him shift to accommodate her. Odd how easily they could read one another. Comforting, even though she knew it would hurt later. Much later. He made a small sound and continued. His hands soothing and stroking with varying speeds and pressure until Sakura finally moaned softly for him. Deidara felt his groin stir in reaction, reaching forward he caught her hair and tossed it over her head. His eyes traced the line of her neck and shoulders and then he grasped the base of her skull in a firm grip and squeezed. She tensed, but his mouth was near her ear, “Relax hmm”. Heated air, tinged with the soft scent of green tea and sake wafted over her cheek, brushed against her ear. Making her notice his nearness in a far more appealing way.

Her stomach dropped in that non-queasy way and she swallowed. Slowly his pressure lightened and his hand stroked to her neck, fingertips teasing the tension away. He even stroked her ears and Sakura stretched lightly under him in response. So Sakura was sensitive on her neck. His hands delved into her hair, massaging her scalp and she whimpered against him. Feeling tension melt away and sweet lethargy move into to place. It had been far too long since a man had touched her, she mused to herself. Clearly, if the simple gestures of his hands were bringing her to such painful awareness.

Kakashi could do that too. Of course he would follow through. And he wasn’t here. What would it be like, she wondered. To be touched by this man. Deidara felt the hitch in her breath, and then the softest of scents reached his nose. Sakura was aroused. He trailed his fingers in ghostly touches over her flesh, heightening the sensitivity until she all but gasped as the backs of his fingers trailed low along the edge of her breasts. With the barest of thoughts, the mouths on his hands opened, trailing soft kisses over the flesh before him. He began to map her shoulders, her arms.

Hot, wet kisses scattering like erotic raindrops over pale flesh. Sakura felt the movement of lips, the soft sucking pressure and released a soft breath, content to feel for the moment. To let herself drift in that impossible imagining. When she felt tongues slide against her neck on each side and felt the nip of teeth on her shoulders she shuddered again, this time unable to remain silent. Her soft throaty sound of need seemed overloud in the stillness and both shinobi paused. "Dei..." she began, feeling some pang that she was sure was conscience. His fingertips pressed to her lips, "Shhh", his chest brushed against her back as he leaned forward. His lips grazed her ear, "Maybe we both need this yeah". She whimpered as his mouth pressed between her shoulder blades to nip, one hand trailing over her lower back, tongue teasing the slight indentations there. His palms smoothed over her covered bottom, squeezing in a way that made her want to purr. "Yeah" she breathed.

There was no one here. Only the two of them.

And she was tired of wanting. Tired of wanting him. His hands moved along her back again, up her arms to pin her palms to the pillows over her head. His breath washing over the nape of her neck. She felt the softest brush of lips against the flesh and lifted her hips against him in silent plea. Deidara growled softly, grinding back against her, ever as his teeth closed over her nape lightly. “Easy now hmm” he said, “I know what you need. I’ll take care of you” The deep timbre of his voice rumbled to her, through her and she felt herself grow hot and damp.

His hands, so adept at making bombs caressed her smaller hands. The mouths on his palms nipping along her knuckles, tongues teasing the pulse points on her wrists. Sakura was amazed. There were places he was touching that she had never considered to be erotic, now she knew better. Who could have guessed that wrists and knuckles could be so sensitive? Deidara lifted away from her, letting her move and she sat up, arms folded to cover her chest. Green eyes locked with silver for long, breathless moments. He watched her closer, searching her eyes for that hint that sign and then… it was there.

She wanted him. Her mouth opened and he could only imagine her spouting all the reasons why they shouldn’t.

Fuck that yeah.

Using his speed, he shoved her back against the bed, pinning her hands to her pillow again, lacing his fingers with her own. "Shut up yeah" he growled at her, and pressed his lips to hers. Sakura stiffened momentarily under the assault on her senses. His kiss was like liquid fire, robbing her of thought. He nipped the top lip, then the bottom gently, lapping at the corner of her mouth.

Slowly she relaxed against him, letting her lips part to admit him entrance there. His tongue sliding against her own, in a wanton dance of desire. He curled the dexterous muscle against the roof her mouth and drank in her moan. Angling his head he took the kiss deeper, tongue sweeping over white teeth to press her own tongue down, then flicker along it. Odd that his cherry blossom tasted like hot cinnamon.

She delighted in the weight of him between her thighs, of his hard chest against her own. His hands sliding over her skin. Deidara leaned forward and fused his lips to hers again. Her body pressed more firmly into his. A velvet slide of flesh. One hand moved upwards to cradle to the back of her head. Long fingers moving into the candy hued silk of her hair. Black nails scratched lightly over the sensitive skin of her scalp. She nearly purred into his mouth at the tender touch. Sakura moaned softly as he feasted on her, his lips firm and tender. His tongue slipping into her mouth to mate with her own, his teeth brushing over her lower lip.

She let her own curl against his. He braced his weight with his arms, and trailed kisses along her jaw. His tongue swirling over the thudding of her pulse at her throat. He nipped the tender flesh, soothed with slow kisses. She moaned softly. Her body wanting to be much closer to his. And everywhere his hands fell, kisses followed. His bloodline limit a thrill to his lover. Driving her ever higher in her pleasure. His tongue teased over the flute of her collarbone. He nipped the small hollow of her throat there. Nibbling kisses rained heat on her. She turned her head to the side and gently licked along the delicate shell of his ear.

He moaned quietly and she nipped him lightly, earning a soft growl from him. It said quite clearly, 'Behave woman'. He cupped her breast, his lips brushing over the tight bud of her nipple. He palmed her flesh, rolled it under the weight of his hand. Caught the peak between his fingers as he did so, tugged lightly. She strained against him and he smiled as he pressed open mouth kisses to the pale mound. His tongue suddenly lashed out to curl around her nipple and she clutched her hands in his hair. His teeth pressed into her lightly. Reddened indentations on snowy skin.

One hand matching his actions on it’s twin. She whimpered when his hand moved downward. He teased the soft lips below her navel, even as his pulled the nipple firmly into his mouth. He suckled her breast, the nipple pressing against the rough roof of his mouth as two fingers pinched her pearl. She cried out at the sharp sensation. Her body taut with need now. Deidara chuckled against her chest. Sakura felt the heat sweep through her. Two fingers pushed into her while his thumb pressed on her bundle of nerves. She arched like lightening had hit her. He pressed his kisses along her stomach and nipped at her hip. She panted his name. "Deidara.....ohh, please..."

He teased her with pressing circles on the pearl there, and then he slid his tongue within her mouth. His kiss robbing her of speech and thought. Deidara teased the spongy ridge even as he toyed with her jewel. Her body shook with the force of her impending climax. Her hands ran over his shoulders and high into his hair. Her nails bit into his scalp, her thighs squeezed against his arm. He groaned against her, letting the vibration of his voice tease her lips. She arched up from the bed, head still on the pillow and screamed for him. The rush of heated liquid rushed to greet his questing fingers and he eased his motions.

Slowly, teasing smaller orgasms from her as he did so. Unbidden a breathy moan escaped her, the sound weak, all too female and Deidara growled in response. His arms sliding around her, drawing her more firmly against his muscled form. Slowly, her hands crept up his chest to twine around his neck. His lips finding the frantic beat of her pulse, just behind her ear. Her mouth opened on a breathy moan and he smirked against her flesh, “Careful Cherry, someone might think you actually like me hmm”.

Her nails scraped the nape of his neck and her fingers buried themselves in his silken hair. Her body rising against his as his mouth continued to taunt and torment her in the most delicious of ways. Deidara believed that any true work of art required a little time and a great deal of preparation. Sex, like his demolitions was art. And therefore, despite the hungry motions of her body, he would not be rushed. He’d denied it for so long, so long. The hunger, the want. No longer, he promised himself. He'd be the source of her pleasure.

One hand moved to tangle in the pink of her hair, drawing her head back forcefully, exposing her throat to him. She shivered as he kissed his way along the pale flesh. "Dei…dara"¨ she whispered, her voice slightly uncertain. Loyalties and battle lines seemed to far away. Right now she was only a woman in his arms. He lifted his head to meet her gaze, "You talk too much hmm, but I like it when you say my name"¨ he told her. His teeth dragged along the delicate flesh, tongue slipping out to soothe the flesh afterwards.

Sakura’s eyes squeezed shut tightly as he latched onto the sensitive spot where neck and shoulder met, sucking hard and swirling his tongue in abstract patterns there. That was so going to leave a mark. The thought made wetness rush to her panties. Pushing her back on the coverlet, he shrugged from his black shirt. She panted for air, her head swimming from his kisses. His hands deftly removed her remaining garments, revealing the pale form beneath. She heard her bottoms hit the wall beyond his shoulder. She barely even noticed how skilled and quick he was until he sat back to admire her in her all her bared beauty. “Natural pink yeah” he mused. His almond shaped eyes missing nothing, taking in every angle, every line. The blush of her body, the slickness on her thighs.

How the lamplight made her glow like pearls. "Like a canvas" he whispered. She tried to roll away, to cover herself. Deidara would have none of it. His hand snapping out to stop her. "Partners don‘t hide things hmm" he reminded her. She stilled, going silent as he finished his task of divesting himself of clothing. Deidara was tall and lean, well muscled and dangerous. Everything about him screamed predator. She had seen him kill, seen him fight. He was ruthless. His hands ran over her flesh as he worked, little mouths feasting on her. Pressing little nips and kisses as they moved. A tongue swirled at the hollow of her hip, another behind her knee, even as his lips captured her own once more.

She'd long since come to admire him for his strength, his courage, his skill. She admired him now for the raw beauty of his form. He bore scars as she did, long golden hair spilling over leanly muscled shoulders. But he was beautiful, in a way she would never be. She had tried to distance herself, but Deidara was intelligent and amusing. In time he had grown on her. She hadn’t thought it very dangerous then to befriend him. Never believing that they would come to this point, though many was the night she'd lain awake trying to imagine his touch. She became aware of his fingertips caressing the worst of her scars and she locked her eyes on him. He lifted his head, "So strong hmm"¨ he murmured. She smiled weakly at him, his words reaching her on some primal level. It was not something she expected to be complimented with, not by anyone. He was far too intuitive for her comfort.

“You look nice there hmm” he told her, “Just waiting. All hot and slick for me. You felt like heaven on my fingers” She felt her cheeks heat even as his eyes lowered and she knew that he could see the moisture of her glistening sex. She could feel it. "Deidara, stop staring so hard, it‘s embarrassing"¨ she whispered. Her eyes went wide as he tugged her thighs apart and stared boldly at the vibrant folds of her sex.

She was wet for him as he had thought. But she was about to be more so.

He smirked for a moment and then looked back at her body, his eyes missing nothing. For long minutes he inspected her and then he met her eye again, "Not to me" he told her, causing her stomach to flutter in a way she'd tried very hard to deny. He settled himself between her strong thighs, pressing her breasts flat against the solid strength of his own chest. One arm, slid down to catch her knee, lifting it high on his hip. Sakura knew he could feel the wetness of her core on his stomach and sex but really couldn't bring herself to care. Not when he touched her like he did.

He retraced pervious steps with her, trying to imprint his very memory on her for always. His lips slid over her throat, teeth nipping lightly at the pounding pulse he found there. Her small gasp made him smirk against her flesh. His callused hand moved to brush over her breast, nimble fingers tweaking the bud there to a hard pebble. The mouth there teased the turgid flesh, tongue curling around the peak. Her head thrashed slightly against the pillows, her breath growing ragged as he teased his way across her collarbone and she arched against him when his mouth closed over the neglected peak. His touch was like wet silk, his tongue swirling in chaotic patterns against her, his teeth teasing the edge of the coral tip and the gentle swell of the white flesh surrounding it. Those shimmering verdant eyes seemed so uncertain.

But Deidara’s pale eyes shimmered softly, "There is no pain or doubt between us like this" he soothed, “Only art hmm” His lips descending to hers once more, even as his deft fingers slipped higher, to tease the damp cleft of her core. Unerringly he sought and found the center of her pleasure, the point that would rob her of her reason once more. Sakura cried out at the contact, feeling sensation shoot through her entire body. Like chidori rushing under her skin.

Deidara felt the answering surge of moisture and smiled against her mouth, drinking in her cries as he stroked her gently, bringing her closer to that starry plain. Her hips began to buck against his hand, and he groaned. He palmed her, letting his hand work on her. The mouth opening to tease wet circles against her pearl with his tongue. She keened, back arching, her eyes falling closed in the rush of pleasure. “Oh! Dei…dara!” Even as his ‘mouth’ pleasured her, he slid two fingers into her heat. Gritting his teeth against the hot vice that met him.

“Like that hmm?” Her body, was tight and he was careful to stretch her to accommodate his girth. Her thighs shook slightly and her stomach jerked at his touch. Then he slid lower, peppering the plane of her stomach with wet kisses until he reached the very heat of her. She met his eyes over the slight swell of her abdomen, "Umm?"¨ she asked, her voice a velvet whisper that made his groin tighten, "What are you doing?"¨ He smirked, "Making you fall in love with me yeah" he teased. Before she could reply, his mouth had covered her core, his tongue teasing through the heated folds to swirl around the pearl of her pleasure, making her clutch the sheets, and cry his name.

Her head thrashed wildly, but he was relentless, spurring her onward to that long needed release. She screamed when she came, her hands driving into his wealth of hair, her thighs clamping against his smooth cheeks. Back bowing from the bed. Only his body weight held her down. He backed off just enough to let her senses return before attacking her again. “Once more hmm” he mumbled against her core. The low vibration his voice sending waves of pleasure through her still pulsing sex. With skillful laps and varied stabs he brought her up once more.

Her body tightening to near painful levels before he took mercy on her. “Dei…dara…Please!” He was killing her. She just knew it. His hands lifted to palm her breasts, mouths sucking hard, drawing deeply on her flesh even as he buried his nose and mouth in her wetness. His tongue pressing inside of her. Sakura was feeling overwhelmed. Deidara’s passion like a scorching wind that burned all in it’s path. She heard a voice from far off, pleading and begging. Her own. Deidara was nearly drunk off her flavor, the salty tang of woman and her soft cries. His own body was painfully aware, his length, hard and jutting, the tip weeping.

His control was snapping. When he felt the flutters of another orgasm, he covered her body with his own, aligning his thick weeping sex with her opening. With a powerful surge, he entered her, pushing her to climax. Sakura’s nails bit into his strong shoulders, her toes curling against his long legs as he held them together. Like two pieces of hot metal welded into one. Her head fell back and she called his name like a prayer to whatever god would have him. He held himself still over her, waiting for her eyes to open and meet his gaze. But it was costing him.

Her heat was clenching around him rhythmically, trying to draw out his own release and he fought the urge to move viciously. “Look at me yeah” he groaned. Bracing one hand near her head and the other at her throat, the little tongue teasing against the sweaty flesh, lapping at the salt. When she had complied with his command, he began to move, keeping her trapped with his bright eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in pants, and broken forms of his name, something he found he liked a great deal. He moved with a slowness that drove her mad. Forced her to feel every hard inch of him. Every velvety bit, every vein.

He paused each time he seated himself to the hilt and paused as he drew out to the head. The sensations causing a slow, hot burn to ignite. Most men chose to move faster, but Deidara prolonged every second. His thrusts were powerful and yet slow. Making her shiver and quake as the stirrings of another orgasm streaked through her, taking her by surprise. “Oh!”

Her arms tightened around him, one palm slid between them and she felt the soft suckling of his bloodline limit at her nipple again. The slow, erotic rolling of the tongue over her flesh making her pant. Deidara could feel the silky slide of her juices along his length and buried his face in her neck, nearly purring his satisfaction. Sex was meant to be like this. Even if it was between two people with no chance together. It wasn’t about mating. Or fucking. It was art. This was art.

The staccato of flesh meeting flesh, the symphony of breaths, moans, grunts, cries… bliss! The frantic racing of a heart. The collision of two bodies in a fusion of heat and color. Art. When Sakura mewled against his hair, he lifted his head to kiss her again. Angling his hips, he stuck the softer area within her, wringing a groan from her as she rose to meet him thrust for thrust. Her legs wrapped around his lean hips, and her mouth teased his ears as he bent his head. He fused their mouths together in lazy heated kisses. Using his body in a slow way that could only be defined as artful. Each touch, taste, teasing caress was carefully orchestrated on the canvas of her body.

"Mine Cherry" he growled, lowering his face to the juncture of her neck, "Say you are mine to make art with.” And they both knew it was just for now, for the time left to them and it was ok. Her arms wrapped around him tightly as light exploded behind her eyes. "Yours!" she cried as she released again. Her body exhausted from his thorough loving. She'd never orgasmed so hard in her life. Deidara was many things, a genius, an artist, a killer, an explosives expert, an assassin, and a lover. In every thing he did, he sought perfection. This was no different. Deidara’s grunt of triumph filled the room around them, as he curled himself to leave his mark on her breast. No sooner had the slight sweetness of her blood touched his tongue, did he find himself moving faster against her, chasing his own pleasure down long corridors.

With a snarl, he emptied himself within her, feeling her walls clench around him, holding him tightly to her. Then the prick of her own teeth at his shoulder and the world exploded into a white haze. Deidara liked explosions, he liked bangs. They were art. And they’d just made one hell of a masterpiece in his opinion. He barely rolled to the side, holding her tightly to him before sleep took them both. True art was admiring the beauty that faded in a second. The beauty of the seconds he had with her. If only she could stay....