Repeated Trysts

The idol talk ceases as they make their way to the room, not actually looking at one another. This is not the first, not by a long shot, and neither is it the last. This is a fact that they are both all to aware of.

She knows she is starting to care too deeply for him. And so, on these nights when they lay together, she can pretend that he truly wants her as well. That she is more than something to pass the time with.


He realizes he is beginning to want more than was agreed upon. And so, on these shared nights, he can imagine that he is more than just a convenience for her.

She watches as he pulls the fabric from his face and runs a scarred hand through his silver mess of hair.

He watches as she pulls her sweater over her head and smiles when she curses, he earring getting tangled on the knit fabric. Green eyes flashing angrily when she directs a glare at him for finding it humorous.

No words are spoken as they get under the covers, folding her body into his as she wraps her arms about him, and he returns the simple embrace. They lay side by side and soon change to a spooning position. He, behind her as she burrows back into the warmth and shelter his arms offer.

A smile, soft and genuine filters across her face as he nuzzles her pink hair and tightens his arms around her.

Just as on every other night, she awakens to fingertips leaving trails of fire in their wake. Dragging slowly, sensually along the exposed bit of cleavage that rises and falls with deep shuddering breathes. Hot lips claiming the the flesh of her throat, thighs beginning to quiver with want.

The hand not busy with lazily tracing the swell of her heaving breast, slowly making it's way into the waistband of her jonin pants after deftly unfastening them.

Bodies pressed together; his breath, warm and inconsistent against her hair line, ghosting along the nape of her neck. Her own hands clutching tightly at the bed covers, eyes shut tightly.

Her body rolling slowly under his ministrations, breaths coming in shallow pants. The feeling of his erection grinding into her lower back and his lips moving to brush the shell of her ear, even as a soft sound of pleasure passes them, causing her head to tilt as her back arches against him.

Hands pushing the loose cotton down over her hips. His fingers finding their way back to the slick folds between her now quaking thighs, head rolling back, breathy whispers just reaching the edges of her hearing.

Suddenly his hands are gone and she feels him adjusting himself behind her. When they return to her now exposed hips and breasts they are joined by the sensation of being filled in long, deep thrusts. Slow and deliberate, his hips roll against her.

Her hips steadily meeting his rhythm and drawing a slow deep groan from between his clenched teeth. A film of sweat gathering along their skin as they move together, the only sounds in the darkness are those of the well lubricated thrusts and breathy moans, soft and barely audible. Joined by the occasional deep moans and soft words he exhales against her neck and shoulders, jaw and pulse.

Her hands have loosed the sheets and are now grasping at any part of him she can reach, her nails leaving small abrasions along the way, dragging sharply along the flexing muscle of his form as he continues to push into her with deliberate timing.

His fingers causing her hips to buck out of time occasionally as they push and swirl around her clit. Ragged breaths coming in faster even as he slows the pace to drag out the pleasure being shared between them.

As she climaxes, he refuses to stop the soft strokes of his fingers causing her to whimper and writhe against him. An appreciative hum pressed to the side of her throat as she looses herself to him again.

As she comes down from her climax he pulls out and gently guides her mouth to his pulsing cock. The taste of herself strangely arousing and then as she begins to move her head slightly the thick viscous fluid is jetted into her mouth. She can feel and hear him reach his ends as his hands tangle in her hair and grip her shoulders.

Deep breathless sounds of encouragement raining from his mouth as he pumps his hips slowly, allowing her to swallow all of the proof that this happened.

The grip of his hands loosens and he gently tugs her up and nestles her into the crook of his arm. His mouth pressed to her forehead and his arms around her as their feet tangle further into the blankets and they fall asleep in each others arms.

The taste of both of them lingering on her tongue when she wakes slowly later in the night and looks up into his sleeping face. All pretense gone, tears threaten to gather in her eyes and she fights them back. She pulls the illusion back around her as his arms tighten around her again and she allows herself to fall back to sleep.

He knows that she will more than likely leave before he wakes. His arms tighten around her as he feels her lift her head. Perhaps if she believes him to be still asleep she won't leave just yet. The tension that had quickly gathered at the base of his neck is released when he feels he cuddle back into him.

They cannot seem to figure a way of making it real, so for now they will settle for pretending that they matter to one another... until they realize that they actually do.