| [Jun. 12th, 2009|03:53 pm] |
Dread sat heavily in Tsume's stomach. "Can't we just try the arms ripping off one? That sounds fun."
Asuma stopped making seals. She didn't turn to look at him, pretty sure that whatever his expression, it wasn't complimentary. "Look, I have a hard enough time with new jutsu when--" She glanced upward as if someone might be listening, and lowered her voice. "When my pathways aren't all screwed up and I'm off medical leave. It's not like we have a lot of time for me to experiment, and eventually you won't be able to pump chakra into me, so I can't even practice first."
She squirmed, pressed back against his shoulder and chest, his arms around her. Her breasts were crushed by her drawn up knees so he couldn't see them, but it was still an odd sort of intimacy. She could feel his breath warming her skull and whispering along her ear and the nape of her neck. At this angle, pressed so close, she could even feel the scratch of chest hair between her shoulder blades.
She wasn't sure she'd ever felt chest hair against her shoulder blades.
"There has got to be some other way. Starting with a jutsu I know." |
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