Strangers in the Woods: Unedited chapter 14

She woke up before him, before the sun had compleatly broke the horizon. He was wrapped around her, arms locked behind her back, chin tucked over her head. She fit perfectly there. Even though she had filled out to be bigger than most of the girls in her class he dwarfed her compleatly. She brushed one hand over his cheek and leaned up to kiss him. It couldn't hurt, right? He was asleep.

He caught her face between his hands and she started, jerking away with a highpitched exclusivly female sound, blushing furiously.
He leaned back with his hands behind his head and a cat's-in-the-cream grin plastered on his face. " 'Morning, Hinata." She blushed deeper. "Shut up!" He chuckled softly and leaned towards her, cupping her chin with one hand. "Ok.." He pressed his lips against her, effecticly shutting himself -and her- up. Her heart jumped as he shifted, laying her on her back as he arched over her, his mouth never leaving hers. His tounge flicked against her lips and she opened her mouth. She'd never done this before, she was terrified and excited at once.

He was increadibly careful with her, one arm leaned on the bed above her head to suport the majority of his weight while the other begged permission to touch her with light, initialy innocent carresses. His knees bore the rest of his weight, one between her legs, the other on the outside. His heart skipped a beat when she opened her mouth for him at the slightest touch. She was warm and soft and he was having trouble beleiving what his mind was telling him: that this was a bad idea. There was a pain in his side, a dull throb with the occational twinge of more, but he ignored it. It didn't matter.

His free hand was tracing circles around her navel when her hands reached up to touch him, trembling at first, then more confident as they explored further. Her fingers traced the lines of him, lingering over throat, collar bones, stomach and chest. He let his hand lift the edge of her shirt, then pause. He was waiting for permision, a confirmation or denial. Her tounge was in his mouth then, running gently over the ridges on the roof of his mouth and he lost all ability to reason.

His hand slid under her shirt. He found the clasp, undoing it nimbly. His fingers ghosted over her flesh as he pulled back, sitting up on his knees. He pulled the shirt and bra off in one go, tossing them to the side. He drank in the sight of her for a moment, shirtless, flushed and sprawled before him, waiting for him. He almost smiled. His lips found hers again, breifly, as he cupped her breasts, gingerly rolling one thumb over her nipple. She arched under him and he did smile then. He kissed down her neck, paying special attention to the spot where it met her shoulder with a series of gentle nips that left her shivering, the fingers of one hand burried in his hair. He adored the small noises that came from her throat as he licked over her, taking first one breast, then the next, into his mouth, careful to keep his lips between his teeth and her so-soft skin.

While his mouth was occupied his hands worked furiously to undo her pants. At last the clasp gave way and she was naked before him, defenceless. His lips moved back up, almost bruising against hers. He let his nails scratch softly over her hips, down her sides, and was pleased with the moan he muffled between thier mouths. He let one hand slide ever lower as the other rose to unclasp his own pants. When his hand slid between her thighs she was already wet. She gasped and pulled away from him, panting, hands tight over his shoulders. He watched her face as his finger slid into her, her furrowed brows, eyes closed, biting her lip, the look of utter concentration and oblivion at once. Her hands convulsed on his shoulders. She cried out and the air was filled with the sickly-sweet copper scent of blood.

His pupils dialated and he froze. No. Nononono. No. He shut his eyes tight and balled his hands at her sides, letting his head fall forward as he struggled to catch his breath, to control himself, before he hurt her. "Kisame?" She touched his cheek and he jerked away as if burned. She was covered in blood...some of it his, he realized now as the wound in his side throbed, as if to remind him he was still hurt. The things he wanted to do to...NO! He wouldn't, couldn't... She kissed him. He shivered. 'No', he thought, 'Hinata. please, no!', "You don't know what you're asking for..." he growled, and she just kissed him again in reply, "I just want you," she whispered, her voice husky, "whatever that means." His heart thundered in his ears, his breath was ragged, but he took one of her hands in his, and raised it to his lips. He ran his tounge over the wound she had opened. She tasted so good. He licked his lips and kissed her. So, so, good.

He sat back. "Turn over." It was harder to see, the light flooding in through his too-big pupils, but he felt when she moved underneath him and he wrapped his hands over the ridge of her hips, stopping her when she was on all fours. He pressed his tounge into her and she gasped. He ran his tounge repetedly over that small bud of flesh until he felt her tense, shudder, and relax. He raised up behind her, clasping one arm around her waist, the other angled up to her chest. He heard the soft sound she made, registered it as pain, and continued sliding into her until he was as deep as he could go without breaking her. Her head had fallen forward and she was panting. He waited, gently toying with her as she adjusted to the feel of him inside her. She convulsed around him, coming for a second time, and he gritted his teeth and struggled not to follow her. When she was still again, he drew out of her and started to move. A rythem formed between them, push and pull, faster and faster. At some point his teeth took hold of her shoulder and his mouth filled with the taste of her blood. He lost it then, pumping through his own orgasm before stilling at last and falling bonelessly over her. She collapsed underneath him and he rolled to the side, still panting, one hand on his chest. He turned to her, eyes half lidded in the after glow of sex. He smiled that big smile at her, teeth still red tinted, "So..." he rasped, "Was it good for you?" They laughed.

Her hands were stiff and it made it hard to repack his wound. He'd insisted on treating her before he let her get anywhere near his side. She had almost giggled at the look of concentration on his faceas he wrapped the gauze around her abraded hands before moving to the gash on her shoulder. "I told you it was a bad idea." He said, noticing her hesitence in her work. She just shrugged and continued to work. She pulled the sopping gauze away from his wound, cleaning, salving and repacking it with fresh cloth. The rough wound on her hands had been her fault entierly, but still. how was she supposed to know that the darker marine along his spine, down his shoulders and thighs was sharp-scaled? Though of course once he'd caught the scent of blood while mid rut, well, that was the reason for her shoulder wound. She wasn't complaining, of course, it had felt great at the time, but it was going to hurt tomorrow. And besides, she blushed and smiled slightly, fingers tracing the edge of the lopsided bandage along her collarbone, the scar would be something to remember him by whenever they were apart.

He hugged her from behind as she was putting away the first aid supplies, kissing down the back of her neck. She shivvered and blushed deeper. "A...again?" She stuttered. He snuggled closer to her turning his head sideways on top of hers, "Hmmm. No. I'm good." He paused, "You?" She nodded. He smiled to himself, "That's good. Hey, Hinata"

"Hmm?"

"I was thinking that we need to find jobs soon." She turned to face him while still containded in the ring of his arms, sher raised her eyebrows "Already? You're still injured" He smiled and pressed his lips to hers, he couldn't seem to get enough. It was always like that for him, expecialy after sex, even more so if blood had been involved. It was like an addiction. He was addicted to her. "Yeah?" he retorted, kissing the edge of her bandaging, where her shoulder and neck met, "So are you." She flushed an increadible shade of red and squirmed in his embrace "That's different!"

"Is it?" he chuckled nipping along her neck without leaving so much as a scratch. "Yes!" she blushed, "It is!" He had no intention of taking her again, not yet anyways, that night would be a different story, as would that afternoon, maybe, and perhaps an hour from now, and then twice between that and tonight. He laughed as she struggled against him in indignant rage, and he stopped teasing her. When her escape efforts proved futile she stilled, arms crossed, face smushed into a scowl. He smiled and ducked down, placing a chate kiss on her forehead. "Hey, Hinata." He whispered as he looked into her eyes. "Yeah?" she grumped. "Love you." He whispered softly, for her ears only. No amount of scowling could hide the blush that crept into her cheeks, nor the slight smile that tugged her lips. She sighed and let her mask slip, turning gentle white eyes up to him, she smiled. "You too."