Hook Line and Sinker

You know the deal.

Thank you for all your love and adoration! (special thanks to losthimagain, arisa, kamitra, dark soul, black wolf, chi no hana, RyuchiSakuma2, and Elric Maxwell who gave me some very sweet reveiws. ^_^) here is all I have left on the story so far-to be continued as soon as I'm in a cracked out mood again.


“Ah! No…” Naruto gasped, “Don’t…” as she caressed him. She smiled wickedly, “Do you want me to stop?” Naruto panted, “Nn…” he blushed as her hand found its way down his pants, “No! No…don’t stop…” He could barely form words. She had bought him some ramen then asked politely if he would walk her back to her hotel, after all she had only been here for a few days, and she might get lost. That wouldn’t do, so he walked her back, naturally. Then she had invited him up for something to drink. The tea was still sitting on the stove, probably burning by now. Naruto was sure he didn’t care. She kissed him as her hand moved expertly up and down the length of him, still encased in those bright orange pants. Her tongue pressed into his mouth; she still tasted like ramen. She pressed against him, all soft warm curves and searching hands. She tugged at the front of his pants, one palm pressing into his chest, bearing him down to the bed. The latch gave way and he was suddenly exposed. Her hands moved further down then to toy with the delicate skin between his legs. He gasped as her mouth closed over him. He was panting, his hands clutching at the bed sheets as she took all of him into her mouth. Then she moved again, one hand sliding over him, slick still from her mouth, as the other pulled at the tie to her kimono. His heart skipped as it fell away, she was naked under it. She had been nearly naked the whole time. She was beautiful. She was slim and lithe, but unmistakably female, small breasts seeming to float on the surface of her chest, milky white islands in an ivory sea. She leaned over, still holding him in one hand as the other ventured up to brush his wayward hair from his face. She kissed him, deeply and passionately as she lowered herself oh so slowly. The tip of him slid into her and she stopped. He writhed for her as she pressed herself over him, inch by inch, until he was enveloped entirely inside her. She never gasped or panted, but just kept that wicked smile on her lips, as if she had won somehow. She moved over him. Naruto could barely control himself; this was better than he could have ever imagined and he thought to himself that anyone who had ever claimed that anything was better that sex, they were sorely mistaken. She moved faster and he found himself moving his hips up to meet hers. It was miraculous, she formed a rhythm with him, and they were like one person. And as Naruto came inside her he decided once and for all, that he must be in love.

*

“What are you doing here?” Naruto asked, confused. He had woken up with the youngest Uchiha heir in bed with him - naked. Somehow his sleep befuddled brain failed to put two and two together, after all why would Sasuke be in bed, naked with him? They weren’t on a mission, he was in a hotel. Where was that pretty girl from yesterday? They had spent all day making love and he had never even gotten her name. Sasuke sighed exasperatedly, “You,” he growled low in his throat “Have got to be the biggest idiot in all of Konoha.” Naruto looked genuinely hurt for a moment, the donned his usual look of arrogant nonchalance, “Yeah? Well you’ve got to be the biggest…um…the biggest…” Sasuke smiled that aristocratic smile of his, the one that stated that clearly you were not good enough for him, and never would be, “Cat got your tongue?” “Shut UP!” Naruto snapped back, it was far too early in the morning to play this game with his elitist teammate who thought it must all be a great joke to steal away into his hotel room naked and bug him at the ungodly hour of ten am. Naruto slid out of bed and began looking around the room. She had to be here somewhere; her kimono was still hanging haphazardly over the edge of the coffee table where she had draped it. Sasuke lounged in the bed unselfconsciously nude as Naruto looked around, “Loose something?” Naruto snarled his frustration as he peered under the bed. When he looked back up to say something to Sasuke, a burning comeback no doubt, there she was, lying just where Sasuke had been laying. The comeback died on his lips. How the hell did she do that? “How…? What? Where…?” he sputtered. She laughed, high and lyrical, like chimes, “You moron.” There was cloud of opaque smoke and Sasuke was on the bed again, grinning like he was the cat that got into the cream. Naruto felt distinctly ill.