one_long_mission | [closed] Multi-Purpose AU Post for Neji and Flirtsuke

Inappropriate, to show such affection at the dinner table! Though still, she didn't protest, instead only pressing in closer and pursuing the kiss until he drew back. Her breath came in soft pants as her lips curved into another smile.

She leaned in and just brushed her lips against his before drawing back completely. "Not at the table, Sasuke..."

"...ah... sorry about that~" he nuzzled. "You were vastly irresistible, my dear." he drew away after that, and untangled an arm to sip some tea. "I... will have to learn a few things, hmm?" being housebroken, or sort of!

"..but yes, yes... house plans. Perhaps I will look into the roof tomorrow."

She was too disciplined to let out an audible sound of disappointment that he returned to the business at hand instead of merely moving away from the table, but she did return her attention to his words.

"We can look into the roof. I do not need to attend my job tomorrow, so I may accompany you."

She took another delicate sip of her tea before leaning in close to his ear to murmur, "I intend to change into my yukata, if we have nowhere else to be tonight." She accompanied her words with a quick nip to the shell of his ear before pushing herself to her feet and heading toward her bedroom to change.

He could have, indeed, moved away, but... well, it hardly mattered at this time since she was headed to change, was she not?

"I'll start on the dishes then~" he drained his cup of tea and, as she went to change, could still feel his ear tingle pleasantly. Aaaah, her every touch was a boon.

She only hummed in acknowledgement and moved on, slipping out of her clothes and changing into one of her looser yukata. Perhaps it was foolish vanity, but she checked her appearance in the mirror, for once not trying to make sure that she was completely covered, but instead to adjust the way it fell across her shoulders, leaving them bare. Sasuke was moving in, after all, and something like this could be... interesting.

With her yukata adjusted, she headed back to the kitchen almost completely silently. Sneaking up on a shinobi was never a good idea, so she was careful to make a noise to let him know she was coming before wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and leaning up to kiss the shell of his ear. "Have you finished?"

He gave a low moan, leaning into that kiss and looking over with slightly hazy dark eyes. "hmmmmmm~ you're looking more dashing than I ever could manage~" he complimented her. "And yes, I just have to store the cups back where they belong."

The water was just finishing draining as well. "We have the rest of the eve to ourselves." he tilted his head to nuzzle that part of shoulder, rumbling pleasantly.

"Thank you." She ducked her head in acknowledgement of the compliment, then let out a small gasp at the nuzzle to her bare shoulder, arms coming around to hook her fingers lightly into the back of his shirt.

"And what do you plan for the evening, Sasuke?" she murmured, feeling her skin tingling with a pleasant warmth beneath his touch and leaning into it just a little bit more.

"A lot...." he answered with a purr. "...and even that might be too little..." he shifted lightly once again and gently scraped a few teeth along her shoulder, then closed his mouth and gave a brief lick.

He knew they wouldn't go all the way before more time had passed, but slowly discovering each other was perfectly all right... "Smells nice... n'tastes nice." he murmured against her.

Another shiver at the brush of teeth, lips parting in a silent gasp as she tipped her head back, making sure her hair wasn't in the way and he had full access to her skin. "We're in the kitchen, Sasuke," she protested half-heartedly, though again she didn't move. Instead her fingers only hooked harder to keep him in.

"...oh yesh... not in the kitchen. Forgot." he only detached his lips a milimeter and lo and behold, wrapped an arm under her knees, another around her back and carried her to the living room, where he leaned against the doorway, seeming perfectly all right with holding her like this and kissing her breathless.

They weren't in the kitchen anymore. He wins.

"Sas--!" She was cut off by him suddenly picking her up, arms almost instinctively flying around his neck and shoulders to keep her supported. Then they weren't in the kitchen anymore, though she was barely in a position to notice, too preoccupied with kissing him back with just as much passion and intensity, trying to steal his breath even as he pursued hers.

Winning, indeed.

Well, this was a contest of who would run out of breath first... or if he would tire first?

He was on a winning streak though, so he sure wasn't losing, humming and moaning lightly into the kiss. This was definitely more heated than anything before... why was it so, he wondered. They were kissing. They had kissed before. Was it the way she was dressed, the way this position was strange and unusual but still manageable easily? Perhaps all these answers were true.

Change was the spice of life.

If he had time to wonder, he definitely was winning, even as she tried to push back, tightening her grip around his shoulders to try for a better angle, tongue almost battling his for access to the sensitive points of his mouth. Maybe it was because he had added another degree of permanence to their present relationship, maybe it was just because she had wanted to do something like this for some time and finally had the opportunity -- whatever it was, she didn't want to give up, breaking the kiss to seize his ear between her teeth and give it a hard nip, soothed by a slow, dragging lick.

She broke it first, he wins!
..or not, because oh did she ever go for his weak point, making him half-cry and half-moan at the sharp but pleasurable pain before the equally pleasurable but definitely dragging lick, to which he reacted by... well, leaning more onto that doorway and panting.

He did not let go, wouldn't let go... and once he claimed some of his senses back, he scraped his teeth upon her neck, then nipped just as hard and licked just as slow...

A long, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her own breath coming in short pants as she redoubled her attention to his ear, relying on the wall and her grip on his shoulders to hoist her up for a better angle, nipping and tugging at his flesh, her breath hot against his ear.

"S-Sasuke..." her voice came in a low moan as she drew back from his ear, conceding for now and baring her throat, intending to let him kiss where he liked.

Oh yes, winning streak, as breathless as he may be himself, with his ear burning from the attention. Oh was she good... Yes she was.

But he was better, the bared throat an invitation he could not refuse, a gesture of amazing vulnerability. There was the softest of whimpers even as he held her against him, tugging gently at the pure, unmarred and unmarked skin.

Eventually, he let her feet touch the floor again and left her to stand on her own if she could, although he was far from letting go, still against her, panting deeply.

Her whimper was a touch louder as her fingers clutched the back of his shirt, head falling back under the warmth of his lips. Each tug at her skin sent another jolt of almost-pain through her body, another wash of hot tingles leaving her gasping and panting.

Her feet touched the floor, and she sank in against him, only belatedly catching herself and nuzzling her nose against his cheek before leaning for another kiss.

He gave a purr at the nuzzling. How could simple kisses and touches make them both feel so wild? The human body worked in strange ways. Then again, being a genjutsu expert, he should be the least surprised at human senses...

Feeling her against him, completely letting him support her weight, he stood straighter, tipping his head down when he felt her lean in for a kiss. Again, it would be breathless, but unforgettable, and he was certain there would yet be more. A hand grasped at her yukata's collar and slid down it slowly, to reveal more shoulder and some of that cleavage.

She let her eyes fall closed at the kiss as she grasped his shirt, making sure to find her feet before resting more completely against him -- though she pulled back, slightly, just a lean back with the shoulder being touched to almost instinctively encouraging him to bare her further or use that hand of his on something other than the cloth.

A moan, low and needy as she pressed against him, feeling the other side of the yukata threaten to slip to match the other side. Why shouldn't they press a little further? Not completely, but just a little more...

The noises, and how close his hand was... yes, he had intended this... and she encouraged him. How could he not dive in, fingers brushing against her breast, exploring its roundness... and then moving to claim the other side of the collar in his teeth and yank it down... before humming low in his throat, giving the tip of that breast a lick.

They were both fine with this...

Where she couldn't encourage him with words, she did so with movements, shifts in weight, body language; sometimes they were more subtle than others, but this was definitely not one of those times. Her mouth opened in an O as she reflexively arched to press her breast more firmly into his hand. A gasp as she felt his teeth against her skin, yanking the other side down to leave her upper half almost entirely exposed, round, full breasts before him.

Then a moan, a low, throaty moan as she arched back further, eyes falling closed at the lick of his tongue against her breast.

Oh, well now, that was quite effective, and he did like it that way, exploring more with licks and very gentle nips in many places, sometimes delicately sinking his fingers in their plump fullness. He was careful with nips though, knowing this just may be a more sensitive area.

He too, was sharing delicate moans in answer to hers, as if encouraging her to slip over the edge...

Absurdly enough, it was his fingers that sparked the lower moans, the nips too sharp against suck sensitive skin. His tongue, though, that left her panting for breath, trying to contain herself when it was oh-so-deliciously easy to let go.

Along their path, his lips brushed over a scar, only a few centimeters over her heart from the stab she'd suffered fighting that wretched half-spider, half-man pet of Orochimaru's, but she couldn't bring herself to even consider that. It had long since become a part of her, after all.

He did resister the strange feel of that skin under his tongue and made a note for later. He stuck to rub and presses of fingers and hungry laps of tongue after a while of analyzing, sucking now and then upon her, akin to a thirsty baby, although quite a large one.

The tempo did slow down when he felt his own excitement rise too much, attempting to pace himself.

Every touch felt as if it were setting her skin on fire, her self-control shredding beneath his touch until she was all but putty in his hand, letting him caress her and do as he pleased. It wouldn't be so bad, would it? They had promised to stay together, and even still...

Her fingers clutched tightly at his shoulders, tugging at the cloth just trying to hold on. "S-Sasuke... The couch?"

For there was a couch now, a carefully calculated purchase for the occasion should they have guests who wished to sit, but for now, she wanted to use it before her legs collapsed from under her.

[closed] Multi-Purpose AU Post for Neji and Flirtsuke

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