Having parents and family here was something definitely new to Sasuke. Somehow though, he had a feeling that they would approve of anyone any of their sons would choose.

There was a light outtake of breath through his nose as she shifted, and her lips pressed tighter against his, something he would have doubted to be possible. It was a strangely hilarious thing that anyone would assume that because of his flirting, Sasuke simply had to be the best at kissing. Flirting was something light and noncommital, hardly serious as the start of a real relationship although he himself hoped someday it may come to evolve into that.

The fact was, he also was learning, experimenting as she did. that sound from her was a sign there was definite desire and pleasure, and movements indicated she wished for more, for anything and everything a kiss might offer. The way she shifted, she was nothing less than a perfectionist, and his every nerve ending approved gleefuly.

And he read into her movements, half-digging, half-massaging that scalp a few seconds beforestroking and then starting over as lips -hungry for more- devoured hers, following her subtle lead.