an evening together
The noise of the party dies down to a low hum as Lae’zel leads Kisame away, as he dutifully obeys her command to follow.
Neither of them say a word, letting the anticipation hang in the air, not wanting to ruin something by saying something ridiculous. She takes deliberate, confident strides, without a hint of shame at what they’re obviously walking off to do.
It’s as if electricity crackles all around them, waiting for just the right moment to strike.
Lae’zel looks quite striking in the moonlight; it plays off the green hues of her skin and makes her reddish-brown hair shine in a pleasing way.
Maybe other people wouldn’t find her much to look at- but other people tend to be rather stupid, in Kisame’s experience.
(He wonders if, maybe, this is how Itachi had felt, the first time they hooked up. Itachi has never been one to really talk about that sort of thing, of course, but the curiosity has always been nagging at the back of his mind- whether someone could actually find someone like him attractive.)
She carries herself with the air of someone who knows exactly what she wants, so since he isn’t sure what he wants himself, it can’t hurt to let her take the lead.
(It’s been years since he’d slept with anyone besides his partner, so this will be uncharted territory for both of them- doubly so perhaps, depending on how similar Gith biology is to human.)
“Clothes off.” she demands, and he doesn’t hesitate to obey.
She watches him with hungry eyes as he strips, until he’s standing there as naked as the day he was born. Once he’s nude, she beckons him forward.
He obeys, and she grabs the back of his neck and pulls him close, taking a deep breath and letting out a satisfied sigh. Then, she licks across his jawline in a way that makes him shudder, while running calloused hands over his well-muscled body.
She seems utterly enamored with him- not something he’s gotten much of in his life.
“Kneel.” she murmurs against his ear as she pulls away.
He obeys once more, looking upward to watch her as she strips out of her clothing with deliberate, careful motions like she’s putting on a show, revealing every contour of her body, hard-won from a lifetime of hard training.
As it turns out, Gith biology is quite similar to humans, much to his delight.
“Now,” she says, in a tone that leaves no room for argument, “close your eyes, and submit. ”
Kisame nods, without a word, and does as he’s commanded.
It’s basically as natural as breathing at this point; he is well acquainted with following the lead of his partner; maybe she should thank Itachi for training him so well.
(He’s just joking to himself. Probably.)
“Good.”
She’s done enough times before to know exactly what she wants, which sends a thrill up his spine as she looms over him.
“Here.” she says, grabbing the back of his head and pulling it toward her wet cunt, totally unashamed.
(She must have been anticipating this this entire time, considering she’s this soaked already. )
If she’s not going to be ashamed, he figures he shouldn’t be, either. He puts himself to work, and is immediately rewarded by her sighing once more and throwing her head back, murmuring curses in her native tongue.
(A totally alien language, but one that he finds he’s growing to like. He wants to hear more of it.)
“More,” she urges, sharp nails digging into the sides of his head.
Itachi is never quite this demanding in bed, but he’s well used to obeying those sorts of breathless requests- with that desperate tone in her voice he certainly can’t resist.
(Does this still count as in bed , he has to wonder. But he’s fucked in stranger places.)
Alcohol slurs her words as she curses, her knees starting to shake and her grip on his head becoming unsteady as he eats her out, just like she demanded he do.
Without warning, he is shoved backward with far more strength than Lae’zel’s slender frame would suggest she’s capable of. His head hits the ground and that rings his bell a little, but he doesn’t have time to register that, because she’s on top of him with her hungry hands and hungry mouth, ready to devour him.
Her fingers slip into his mouth, just barely dodging the razors within, totally unashamed.
He bites down on them just a little bit, teasing her. She smirks down at him, not intimidated in the slightest.
A welcome change of pace, to be truly desired, rather than send people cowering as soon as they see his face.
She impales herself on him with no hesitation, cursing against his ear and wasting no time before starting to rock her narrow hips.
It’s almost too much all at once- almost.
(Fortunately for Lae’zel, he’s made of tougher stuff than most. He imagines she’s the same.)
She pays no heed to the danger of his sharp teeth as she kisses him, not caring for anything besides chasing her own pleasure as she rides him.
Just as fearless as she is in battle.
It’s so blissfully good that it’s hard to think of anything else.
Her body is perfect, truly. From the leathery feel of her skin, to the myriad scars that litter it, to the well-honed muscles lying just beneath it.
Shame that most people in this world don’t seem to appreciate it, but that’s alright. They don’t know what they’re missing.
Rough, calloused hands wrap around his neck, though don’t apply any pressure.
(A true warrior’s hands. He wouldn’t have it any other way.) yet
He’s so painfully close, but she seems to catch on to that, and deliberately slows her pace, teasing him with a release that’s so close he can almost taste it.
So close-
Suddenly, she stops completely, digging her nails into the sensitive flesh of his throat with a low growl.
“I will take from you entirely,” she hisses, biting down on his neck and drawing a pained hiss out of him. “Do not think you are allowed to spend yourself so soon.”
Rather bold of her to assume that he has much control of that, considering that despite her slender frame, she’s got him pinned in such a way that he couldn’t move even if he wanted to.
Must be a Gith thing, because there’s no way a human her size could possibly be this strong.
He nods along anyway, wanting to keep her happy.
His breath leaves his body from the force of a particularly strong impact he doesn’t have the time to see coming.
It’s going to be a very long night, and he knows he won’t get much sleep.
Through the gaps in the slats of the roof of the battered old shack they’re laying in, the full moon shines down on them brightly.
What a nice sight.
Kisame groans, rolling over and rubbing his forehead.
Every single muscle fiber aches, and he’s pretty sure he’ll see some spectacular bruising once he gets the chance to check out his reflection. His head throbs, though he isn’t sure if it’s the result of last night’s festivities, or caused by his unwelcome tenant.
(It may be best not to dwell on that, because the more he thinks about the tadpoles swimming around in their cerebrospinal fluid, the more nauseous he finds himself…)
Lae’zel is already up, getting dressed and putting on her armor without so much as glancing back at him.
The sun has just started to rise outside- which means it’s time to get up and start packing up.
He sits up with a bit of difficulty, wondering how the hell he can possibly feel this sore.
“...You were pretty good,” he says, just to let her know he’s awake.
“Of course,” Lae’zel answers, as if it’s only natural. “I am as extraordinary in bed as I am in battle.”
Cocky, too, Kisame thinks to himself.
But that cockiness is just part of her charm.
“Get up,” she orders. “We will be leaving soon.”
“...Right.”
He rolls over with a great effort, and groans.
Time to get moving.
The others are already getting ready to leave, packing up camp and talking quietly amongst themselves in preparation of another long day.
He hopes he can keep up.