Too Much
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,702
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Too Much
Disclaimer. Dont own, dont hit.
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“You will be avenged.”
“Hayate.” The word was little more than a throaty, breathy whisper, and the Jounin smiled down at the girl beneath him. Smokey grey eyes glittering beneath half hooded lids, a light flush tinting pale skin, dark purple hair spread over light sheets. Beautiful. He picked up the pace, working his fingers within her faster, harder, and she whimpered, her head turned to one side. Those smokey eyes closed, she bit her lip. One pale hand, tightening the dark blanket into soft bunches beneath her battle calloused fingers.
Her body still remembered him, even as his lay beneath cold earth. She closed her eyes.
“Oh.” That throaty whisper was turning into a moan, drawing out with an agonizing pang to his crotch. If he wasn’t already hard by then, he would have gotten that way. “Gods.” Her legs tensed beneath his hand, her hips lifting slightly, almost unconsciously, to meet his other hand. “Hayate….” It was a full blown moan by the time his name made its way past her lips, and it trailed off as her body tightened, gripping his fingers, her evidence of her arousal. As it did, as she shuddered beneath him, he buried his face in her neck, biting at her throat. He gently laved the spot with his tongue as her breathing stabilized, soothing reddening skin before sliding up, positioning himself between beautifully toned legs. Pulling his fingers from her, he pinned her with his weight, enjoying the way those long legs wrapped around him, the way slender ankles crossed at the small of his back, almost instinctively.
Would it have been too much…..?
Grey eyes opened, locked onto his, closing after a moment as his lips closed over hers.
Too much, if only just once?
Tongues slid against each other, exploring feverishly. His taste was so alien, so familiar, all in one moment, and then their teeth clicked together as the kiss gained intensity, as he nudged at her, the beginnings of a slow, hot, agonizingly pleasurable slide. A deep seated groan was swallowed into the ANBU’s mouth as he pushed forward abruptly, sliding into her heat, her tightness. She turned her head, eyes closing tightly at the feel of him in her, stretching her out in the most wonderful way, and she couldn’t help, dispite all her training, the soft moan that managed to force its way out of her body, the almost violent hitch of her breath. There was a growl above her, and when her eyes managed to crack open, it was worth all the effort she had to put into it, just to see his face. He drew out again almost completely, before slamming back, and a strange, helpless sound made its way from her as he drove the air from her lungs.
A porcelain mask, sliding into place, as though to shield herself from the stares of her comrades.
“Oh… God…. Hayate….” Disjointed words, barely coherent, and he managed to smile, even as he pounded into her, speeding up. The soft mewling sounds, the expression on her face, even the way her breath just wouldn’t seem to control itself, all factors in the arousal hightening between them. He brought her to climax again, her body clenching around his even as her mouth clamped down on his shoulder to quiet the desperate sounds that kept coming from her with a mind of their own. It was only a matter of moments before it was over after that, him stiffening above her in completion, those dark eyes closing in an expression akin to pain, white teeth bared. As he slumped beside her on the bed, already drifting, she began to get up.
As though to shield her guilt from the daylight sun.
“Stay.” A low voice, soft in the dark of the room, and somehow plaintive behind her. She closed her eyes.
“I can’t.” *You know why I can’t. Why do you always ask? * She hated to leave, cursed the regulations every time she had to, but rules were rules. And even if she loved him, she couldn’t break them. Because she didn’t want to see what would happen to him if she did. But there were moments when she wondered…
Would it have been too much to stay?
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A/N Please be gentle. Its my first in this fandom, and for some reason, I saw the episode with our anon. female ANBU and the grave scene, that this happened. I have no good excuse.
Many thanks to Sephirajo! Took your advice and cleaned it up a bit....... Love yer stuff, thanks again!!!
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“You will be avenged.”
“Hayate.” The word was little more than a throaty, breathy whisper, and the Jounin smiled down at the girl beneath him. Smokey grey eyes glittering beneath half hooded lids, a light flush tinting pale skin, dark purple hair spread over light sheets. Beautiful. He picked up the pace, working his fingers within her faster, harder, and she whimpered, her head turned to one side. Those smokey eyes closed, she bit her lip. One pale hand, tightening the dark blanket into soft bunches beneath her battle calloused fingers.
Her body still remembered him, even as his lay beneath cold earth. She closed her eyes.
“Oh.” That throaty whisper was turning into a moan, drawing out with an agonizing pang to his crotch. If he wasn’t already hard by then, he would have gotten that way. “Gods.” Her legs tensed beneath his hand, her hips lifting slightly, almost unconsciously, to meet his other hand. “Hayate….” It was a full blown moan by the time his name made its way past her lips, and it trailed off as her body tightened, gripping his fingers, her evidence of her arousal. As it did, as she shuddered beneath him, he buried his face in her neck, biting at her throat. He gently laved the spot with his tongue as her breathing stabilized, soothing reddening skin before sliding up, positioning himself between beautifully toned legs. Pulling his fingers from her, he pinned her with his weight, enjoying the way those long legs wrapped around him, the way slender ankles crossed at the small of his back, almost instinctively.
Would it have been too much…..?
Grey eyes opened, locked onto his, closing after a moment as his lips closed over hers.
Too much, if only just once?
Tongues slid against each other, exploring feverishly. His taste was so alien, so familiar, all in one moment, and then their teeth clicked together as the kiss gained intensity, as he nudged at her, the beginnings of a slow, hot, agonizingly pleasurable slide. A deep seated groan was swallowed into the ANBU’s mouth as he pushed forward abruptly, sliding into her heat, her tightness. She turned her head, eyes closing tightly at the feel of him in her, stretching her out in the most wonderful way, and she couldn’t help, dispite all her training, the soft moan that managed to force its way out of her body, the almost violent hitch of her breath. There was a growl above her, and when her eyes managed to crack open, it was worth all the effort she had to put into it, just to see his face. He drew out again almost completely, before slamming back, and a strange, helpless sound made its way from her as he drove the air from her lungs.
A porcelain mask, sliding into place, as though to shield herself from the stares of her comrades.
“Oh… God…. Hayate….” Disjointed words, barely coherent, and he managed to smile, even as he pounded into her, speeding up. The soft mewling sounds, the expression on her face, even the way her breath just wouldn’t seem to control itself, all factors in the arousal hightening between them. He brought her to climax again, her body clenching around his even as her mouth clamped down on his shoulder to quiet the desperate sounds that kept coming from her with a mind of their own. It was only a matter of moments before it was over after that, him stiffening above her in completion, those dark eyes closing in an expression akin to pain, white teeth bared. As he slumped beside her on the bed, already drifting, she began to get up.
As though to shield her guilt from the daylight sun.
“Stay.” A low voice, soft in the dark of the room, and somehow plaintive behind her. She closed her eyes.
“I can’t.” *You know why I can’t. Why do you always ask? * She hated to leave, cursed the regulations every time she had to, but rules were rules. And even if she loved him, she couldn’t break them. Because she didn’t want to see what would happen to him if she did. But there were moments when she wondered…
Would it have been too much to stay?
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A/N Please be gentle. Its my first in this fandom, and for some reason, I saw the episode with our anon. female ANBU and the grave scene, that this happened. I have no good excuse.
Many thanks to Sephirajo! Took your advice and cleaned it up a bit....... Love yer stuff, thanks again!!!