| [Jun. 2nd, 2009|10:49 pm] |
It helped that Asuma hadn't been awake more than five minutes. A slow deep breath through his nose was all he needed to calm down, tempering the rush of low-belly heat into something cooler. His hand slid through her hair, coiling long strands through his fingers.
"Tease," he accused, laughter threading through his voice, and kissed her gently. He had entirely good intentions--for all of three seconds, and then the urge to deepen the kiss, to get closer and hotter and really show his gratitude, swept him away. His arm tightened across her shoulders; his mouth lifted urgently to hers. She responded with more fervor than he expected, meeting him with eagerly parted lips and just the faintest touch of uncertainty, as if she wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to do.
Showing her was the most fun he'd had since he'd first offered her that damn mission scroll.
Breath control was second nature to any decent ninja, but they were both panting when Natsumi finally drew back the barest fraction--both still recovering reserves they didn't really have. The neck of her yukata gaped open, twisted slightly to the side; it was a temptation that undid him. He leaned up to kiss the corner of her mouth, the edge of her jaw, the fast beating pulse that rushed blood beneath milky skin, and ducked his head to follow the soft shadows only barely revealed by cloth that was so easily brushed aside...
Natsumi's bandaged fingers swept over to splay against his lips, stopping him cold. Asuma let out a long breath, twisted a crooked grin, and dropped his head back against the rumpled blankets, reigning himself in all over again.
Just a kiss.
"It figures," he said wryly, "that I'd end up on a mission with the only nice girl in ANBU. You have rarity value, darlin'. I hope you know that." He freed his hand from her hair, bringing it around to brush his thumb over the heated arch of one high-cut cheekbone. A blush suited her, he decided. Against the backdrop of flushed skin, her dark eyes glittered. "Suppose I should be a sensible shinobi and ask what happened--" he hesitated, glanced at the window with its high sunbeams, and guessed, "--last night. You're okay, right?"
She looked okay. And compared to how he'd felt before, he could've balanced on his hands and danced a jig. |
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