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It seemed so perfect. Running his rough fingers along her tender skin eliciting from her tiny intakes of breath almost made him hurry.

No.

Slowly.

Yes, slowly.

She tilted her fingers to gently press her nails against him then began slowly trailing them up the side of his arm. Digits bending along the sides of his muscles, feeling every dip, every contour. Here was a fighter. Not only a fighter, but a survivor. He had endured so much and emerged the victor after so many trials.

...Said victor was now focused entirely on her chest.

Bringing a hand to her neck, he caressed the skin there before lowering his hand near her collarbone. His search was over when he felt the fastening to her shirt. He pulled the zipper down in quick tugs. Her form was soon freed from the top and he took a moment to just look at her. She was thin, a little too thin, he mentally noted.

As he explored her skin, he found several scars; there was one by her hip being especially jagged, it looked as if it had been from a near-fatal wound. Raising his head to look at her, the question already in his eyes, she readily returned his gaze and tilted her head slightly sideways.

"Sasori." She answered simply. He nodded in silent understanding. It really didn't bother him at all anymore. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he would have done the exact same thing. He continued his ministrations, taking pleasure in the soft sounds coming from his lover's mouth. Then he remembered her mouth probably feeling neglected and soon covered it with his. She parted her lips without delay and his tongue slipped inside.
Her hands roamed his chest, brushing past the seal several times to make him even more desperate for her touch.
His hands made quick work of the rest of her articles of clothing.

With her shorts removed, all that remained were her small panties. With a gentle but firm tug, they slid past her inviting thighs and fell to the floor. Keeping his eyes locked onto hers, he moved closer until their chests touched. She gripped at his skin tighter at the contact. They were now pressed closer towards the wall. He amusedly wondered what it would be like to take her against the wall, his hips grinding into his as he pushed her upwards with every thrust.

"Dei-...Deidara." She gasped, his teeth scraping the bone in her shoulder.
He looked back up at her. Deidara was not what you would call a patient man, but he tried. But right now, that trying didn't seem to be cooperating.
Deidara moved her over to the high edge of the bed and prompted her to turn around. A look of pleasant surprise graced her face before her back was presented to him. And what a back it was.

Her bottom was placed snugly against his legs while he leaned forward to place quick kisses along the nape of her neck. A soft moan escaped her mouth again. She could feel his length pressing against the small of her back and it only managed to increase her need of him.

He smirked as he resumed his attentions on the flesh behind her ear. She felt his hands slide down her arms and grip her hips with a gentle pressure.

Nuzzling her cheek with his, he whispered words to her and she tilted her head back in response.

"Are you ready, Sa-ku-ra?" He took his time with her name and she nodded to reply, letting her eyelids close.

He slid into her slowly before he was in completely. He groaned at her intense heat surrounding him before he gathered his senses. Starting on a steady rhythm, he began to pull out and thrust back in with fiery energy.

Both their pulses raced as they quickened their rhythm. The musky scent that surrounded them now, lulled them into a peaceful setting as they continued. His thrusts met arches with equal force and continued to ignite their wanton lust. It felt so different this time, like their need had increased the feeling between them and had evolved into something completely new and exciting. With every hit, she found herself biting her lip harder and harder.

Sakura’s body began to quiver as she was quickly reaching the edge. With a few more thrusts, she clenched her muscles tighter and she felt the warm spreading sensations running throughout her body. Soon, he jerked forward once more before stilling for a moment. coming on a moan of her name, surging more heat into her small frame. They stood motionless, quiet. This moment was theirs and always would be.

He pulled out of her languidly, a smile creeping onto his lips.

She crawled onto the bed, Sakura’s legs still a little shaky, and collapsed on the warm covers. He followed suit and lay down next to her. She was ready to fall asleep when a heavy weight was on her throat. Looking down, she saw that his arm was draped across her neck and she turned her head to give him a half-hearted glare. That soon was abandoned when she saw that his eyes were closed and his breathing had steadied. Smiling, she lifted his arm off of her and scooted closer to him to rest her head on his chest. Silently, she counted his heart beats before her vision clouded from exhaust.

“Sakura?” He mumbled.

“Hm?” She replied, drifting towards unconsciousness.

“That was much better than arguing, yeah.” He stated, a tired lilt in his voice.

Her smart reply was on the edge of her tongue then rolled back into her mouth as she decided rest sounded much better.

She muttered something incoherent and promptly fell asleep.