Chapter 1
Nishihara Mana stared at herself in the mirror with distant horror. She hadn't worn this kind of dress since her teenage years and maturing had done little to make her more comfortable in it. A little black dress perfect for a night out, as Ino had chimed when handing it to her. Stupid fucking bet, she grumbled as she did a last spin.
'Relax, you look great,' Ino said as she entered the room again, carrying an oversized bag.
'It feels like it's riding up with every movement,' she said and pulled at the hem of the dress.
'You're imagining things. Sit. Besides, if it does, it'll just be easier to catch someone,' she winked.
'Catch who, exactly?' Mana asked as she let Ino go to town on her face.
'You and I both know someone like you are just wasting away in that research facility. You're worse than Sakura, I swear. Bloody workaholics, both of you. You go between work and home, and never do anything for fun. It's high time you relax, kick back... let your hair down,' she grinned and ran a hand through Mana's red hair, untangling it as she went. 'When was the last time you didn't have your hair tied up?'
'I untie it when I sleep.' She coughed at Ino's pointed look. 'I can't have it down when I'm working, it could get it the way.'
'Yet you don't cut it, despite it already reaching your ass.'
'It's a family thing,' Mana sighed. 'Cutting it is equal to giving up our honour, or something like that. I wasn't paying too much attention. I just know I'd be disowned if I did more than just trim it for appearance's sake.'
'Well,' Ino said and stepped back to admire her work. 'If I can get your hair as fine as your face, I might consider you my best masterpiece so far.'
'What an honour.'
Half an hour later, she stepped back with a pleased sound. 'If I was into women, I'd fuck you.'
Mana snorted. 'On the Ino-scale, that's the highest praise, right? Or was it the "fuck me backwards" and something or another?'
Ino waved her comment away. She stepped up to the mirror and added a bright red colour to her lips. A quick spin and a tug to straighten her own dress and she pulled a pose with a sultry smile. 'All done.'
'You know, you are your own masterpiece,' Mana commented as they left the apartment.
'Oh? If you were into women, you'd fuck me too?'
'In a heartbeat.'
'Glad to hear it. Sakura is meeting us outside the club. I've invited some other people as well, so I'm sure it'll be a fun evening. Remember to relax, Mana.'
'I'll... do my best.'
'It's the best we'll get, I suppose,' Ino said as they headed down the street.
Their heels clicked against the pavement, barely audible above their conversation. The air was cool compared to the temperatures it reached during the days; summer in Konoha was always a struggle, but it was far from needing jackets. Ino fiddled with the small clutch bag she had grabbed on the way out as they walked. Mana smiled slightly at the unusual nervousness.
'I suppose Shikamaru-san will be there?'
Ino glanced at her from the corner of her eye. 'What makes you think so?'
'It's cute how you try to deny that you like him. See? You're blushing.'
'This night is to make sure you and Sakura get some time off and don't think about work.'
'And to get some R&R with Shikamaru-san,' Mana said and wiggled her eyebrows at the blonde. 'Don't worry, Ino, I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to sneak away.'
'Mana,' Ino said and swiped at her. The redhead sidestepped it easily with a laugh, despite the high heels.
'Already having an argument?' Sakura commented as they reached her.
'Nothing of the sort,' Mana replied as they embraced. 'You look great, as usual.'
'Flattery won't get you out of this. I'm not going in there alone with her.'
Mana clicked her tongue. 'Can't blame me for trying. But you do look great.'
'So do you, although Ino's dress looks a bit small on you. Great work on the hair, Ino.'
'Naturally. Shall we?' Ino said, squaring her shoulders with a smirk.
Sakura and Mana shared a hesitant look but nodded nonetheless. The inside of the club was warm, crowded, and unbelievably loud–not that Mana had been expecting anything else from a night club chosen by Ino. They followed the blonde into the crowd, navigating between people moving in time with the beat.
She lead the way to one of the alcoves lining the walls, the high table surrounded by four men. One which Mana knew well and three who clearly belonged to the Uchiha clan. A closer look told her that she recognised the shortest of them as Sakura's teammate.
'Hello, boys,' Ino said haughtily. 'Nice of you all to come.'
'You didn't leave much room for arguing,' Shikamaru drawled. His eyes shifted to Mana, a curious gleam in them. 'Lost a bet?'
Mana sighed with a small smile. 'Like you wouldn't believe. Nice to see you again, Shikamaru-san.'
'Right,' Ino said with a flat look in her direction. 'Sasuke-kun, why don't you help Sakura and I with the drinks.'
She didn't wait for his answer before she turned on her heel and headed to the bar. With a brief nod, Sasuke and Sakura followed. Shikamaru moved over, giving Mana space to slide onto the high bench.
'Did she strong-arm everyone?' she asked.
'Not me,' the short haired Uchiha said with a grin. 'I heard from Sasuke that he was heading out, so I thought it'd be fun and brought along Itachi here.'
Shikamaru shook his head with a sigh. 'Mana-san, this is Uchiha Shisui and Itachi, Sasuke's cousin and brother respectively. This is Nishihara Mana, Sakura and Ino's...'
'Doll, apparently,' she finished with a chuckle. 'I used to babysit them when their parents were out on missions. Nice to meet you both.'
'Likewise,' Shisui said, leaning his chin in the palm of his hand. 'I haven't seen you around before.'
Ino placed a cocktail in front of her. 'And that's precisely the point I've been trying to make.'
Mana pulled a face at her. 'Not my fault Hokage-sama has been keeping us busy.'
'Don't hide behind Tsunade-sama. You just never leave your office if it isn't for sleep. I swear, it's like a disease,' Ino grumbled.
'Anyway. I work at the Research Centre,' Mana said, ignoring Ino's mumblings. 'It's been a busy few years.'
'Oh, really?' Shisui hummed. 'I've never met anyone who works there before.'
'There's a reason for that,' Ino said. 'They never leave.'
'I said I was sorry for missing your birthday, Ino. I'm not going to stay if you're going to spend all night taking digs at me.'
She sighed. 'Fine. You're right. Tonight was about making sure the two of you actually relax and spend some time away from your offices.'
'Well, if that's the case,' Shisui grinned and stood. 'We need more alcohol.'
Mana was unsure how many hours had passed since they arrived–copious amounts of alcohol had made sure of that–but at some point she found herself on the dance floor, swaying to the music with Ino and Sakura. Other people moved around them, grinding, sliding against each other. Her mind was buzzing as she moved.
A movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Shisui was making his way through the crowd, his gaze focused on them. Something in his movements kept her from looking away. The feline grace–like a prowling predator–captivating her unlike anything else. She blinked and he was next to her.
'Mind if I join?' he asked close to her ear.
'By all means,' she replied, barely making herself heard above the music.
He matched her movements instantly. His hands on her hips were firm without limiting her, and the pressure at her back told her everything she needed about his strength. She shivered as she felt how tightly coiled he was. His hands slid further down on her hips–a slight shift, but so much more intimate.
She leaned on him heavily, his larger frame stabilising her as they moved; his muscles rippling with each movement. The music blared in her ears, yet all she could hear was his barely laboured breathing. He stole her focus completely. Every move pulling her in, drowning her in everything him.
She leaned her head on his shoulder. A low rumble came from the man behind her, the sound vibrating through her. His hands roamed her body. The room was warm but his hands left a trail of fire in their wake, making her nerve endings sing. She sucked in a shaky breath. He hummed, pleased, against her ear–lips ghosting over the lobe of her ear.
She tilted her head enough for their eyes to met. Her heart raced. His eyes were impossibly dark and the playful smirk on his lips only enhanced his good looks. He leaned down slowly without breaking eye contact, giving her plenty of time to stop him if she so wished, and kissed her. Slow and soft and thoroughly. If her pulse was fast before, the kiss left her heart pounding like a kick-drum. It wasn't her first kiss by any means, but it was different–no doubt the buzz of the alcohol heightening her experiences.
His lips left hers, trailing down over her jaw to her exposed throat, placing wet open-mouthed kisses as he went. He attached his lips to the base of her neck as his hands slid down her hips, dancing over the hem of her dress. Fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin of her thighs, teasing and playing. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh just enough to send a jolt through her body and a shuddered breath left her lips.
She felt him smile against her neck–dangerous and sensual. She reached up and nested in his hair, tugging at it hard enough to sting. He growled in response. His fingers dug into her inner thighs and forced her backwards, pulling her flush against his front, and bit into her neck. She gasped and arched. Her ass ground into him and his grip on her thighs tightening until it stung. One of his thumbs brushed against the edge of her underwear.
'Anymore and we'll be thrown out for indecency,' she breathed with a small laugh.
'Should we leave on our own then?' he whispered against her ear.
Mana's eyes fluttered open. They were still on the dance floor, surrounded by people as entranced in their own worlds as they were. Her gaze slid over to where she saw Ino dancing with Shikamaru. Their eyes met. She smirked at her and wiggled her eyebrows. Mana tried to stop herself from smiling, but at the pleased look that came to the blonde's face she knew she had failed. Ino winked and gave her a curt nod.
Mana turned in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and stood on her toes, kissing him. Tongues sliding against each other in a wet, frantic dance. His hands slid over her back, down her waist and hips, to settle on her ass firmly. She couldn't stop the laugh from escaping her when he palmed her ass harshly–and his lips stretched into a smile again.
She pulled back just enough to breathe and look him in the eye. Their laboured breathing mingled. Her heart skipped a beat at the raw lust she saw in his eyes. 'Did you have a place in mind?' she asked against his lips.
His arms slid up to settle around her waist. 'If you'll allow me?'
She nodded and barely a second later she felt him gather chakra in his legs. He tensed his arms and moved. They were moving faster than she had ever done before–the wind tugged at her hair and chilled her burning skin as her stomach fluttered at the speed. She laughed at the sensation and he pressed a kiss to her temple. Their eyes met. The raw hunger from before was interlaced with something playful.
Her back connected with a wall and he claimed her lips again, kissing her until her body was buzzing. He lifted her off the ground with ease and pinned her against the wall–her legs locking around his hips in response; and her hands settled on the back of his neck, nails scraping against the base of his skull. He groaned at the sensation and ground his pelvis into hers. Her breath hitched.
Without breaking their kiss, he retrieved a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He grasped the back of her thighs again and peeled her from the wall, pushing open the door with her back. He kicked it close with a loud bang. She kicked off her heels as Shisui carried her up a set of stairs, the clatter as they tumbled down the stairs bouncing off the walls.
At the top, he pushed her against the nearest wall, grinding against her as he bit her lip. He racked his nails down the back of her thighs and swallowed her moan. His hands moved back up over her raw skin, soothing the sting, and slid them under her dress. He palmed an asscheek, his fingers ghosting over her core. She arched with a gasp. He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, leaving a trail of saliva on her hot skin. He nibbled and sucked at the skin at the base of her jugular, pulling back to see a mark already forming with a satisfied look.
Mana tugged at his hair, tilting his head back and attaching her lips to his neck. He rumbled deep in his throat at the unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, action. As she returned his marking, he pulled her from the wall and carried her into his bedroom. When she withdrew from his neck, an equally pleased look on her face, he unceremoniously dropped her onto the bed, smirking at her yelp.
He hummed deeply with appreciation as he took in the sight of her–hair fanned out over his dark sheets like a red dawn, chest heaving and face flushed with lust. He reached for her dress. She lightly slapped his hand away before he could.
She smirked at his dumbfounded look. 'You're wearing an awful lot for someone who wants to take off my one piece of clothing.'
He chuckled at her words and sat back. In one swift motion, he grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes raked over his body, pupils dilated, as he leaned down over her slowly. A hand by her head supported his weight while the other dragged over her body, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his calloused fingers. She shivered as he reached a sensitive spot at the top of her thigh.
Shisui captured her lips in a slow kiss. He slated his lips against hers, nibbling at her bottom lip for access. He slid his tongue against hers, exploring her mouth slowly and purposefully. Her heart beat almost painfully in her chest. She splayed her fingers over his chiselled chest, admiring how his muscles rippled under her hands with each movement.
His body encompassed her completely, the difference in strength and size making her tingle with anticipation. She moaned into his mouth as he pushed her into the sheets and grasped her wrists with ease, pinning them above her head. His other hand ghosted over her ribs, along the curve of her breast, up to the edge of her dress–he looked her in the eye as he hooked two fingers around the hem. With one firm tug, he ripped the dress from her body.
She gasped, her gut clenching as a fresh wave of lust raked through her. He paused to let his eyes roam over her as she was exposed to him–her thong the only thing left on her person. She swallowed harshly at his hungry look. Then, agonisingly slowly, he traced a hand over her bare skin, following her curves. He splayed it over her ribs, causing her breath the hitch. His hand was large enough to almost reach around her ribcage, and his thumb brushed against the underside of her breast–sending a shiver down her spine.
His hand trailed down over her stomach and without hesitation, slipped his hand below her thong. The moment he touched her, her hips bucked instinctively. He smirked as she flushed. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly just as he slid his fingers over her hot core, expertly exploring each soaked fold, caressing her until she writhed against him. Her gasps bounced against the walls, filling up the space. Mana moaned as he slipped two fingers inside of her; her mouth falling open as he pumped into her, the palm of his hand rubbing against her already sensitive bundle of nerves.
He curled his fingers inside of her and her eyes fluttered close with a sharp gasp, her hips bucking against him again. She panted as he continued his ministrations without ever breaking his rhythm. As she arched again, he caught one of her breasts with his mouth–sucking on the sensitive flesh, lapping against the taut nipple. Her pants became whimpers. He flicked her nipple again and she whined. Guttural, and full of need. She felt him chuckle, the low tone edging her on.
Another timed curl of his fingers and a pinch of her nipple with his teeth and she tumbled over the edge. A loud, surprised moan left her and she clenched around his fingers. He worked her through her climax, pulling away only when her hips jerked with oversensitivity. He moved up and kissed her. She returned it sloppily, her mind foggy with afterglow.
He peppered kisses over her face and neck as she regained her breathing, coming down from her high. He placed a wet kiss just below her ear, sucking at the soft skin until her breathing calmed. He brushed his nose against her cheekbone–his mouth hovering just above her ear as he spoke. 'More?'
Her breath caught in her throat. 'Yes,' she breathed, her voice coming out far more needy than she wanted it to.
Her thong disappeared the moment the word left her lips and his kissed a path down her front. He hovered between her breasts, lapping at the beads of sweat–biting at the delicate skin. He moved downwards, attaching his lips to her ribs, biting a mark under her breast. His hand brushed over her core as he bit his way down, leaving dark marks behind.
Shisui settled between her legs. His kissed the red marks he had left on her thighs earlier, nibbling lightly at the skin, causing her legs to twitch. He took a steady grasp of her thighs and met her eyes. A smirk graced his lips and he kept their eyes locked as he dragged his tongue over her slit, slow and rough and perfect. Her eyes rolled back and she arched with a high pitched mewl.
Her legs trembled under his unrelenting hold. He buried his face deeper, plunging his tongue into her. Mana's cries grew in volume until they were nothing but formless echoes bouncing off his walls, spurring him on. He felt her spasm under him and her voice pitched. He sucked on her clit harshly and she came, hard. He licked her folds until he heard her tone shift again–moving his way back up her body, leaving another trail of marks up to her jaw.
He hovered over her face, soaking in her blown out pupils filled with unadulterated hunger and the high of climax, and her parted, swollen lips sucking in ragged breaths. He kissed her. Hard. She responded in kind–her hands nesting in his hair, pulling him closer as their tongues fought for dominance.
She dragged her nails down the back of his neck and over his shoulders, leaving a nasty sting that reverberated through him. He growled deeply and bit her lip. In response, she reached down between them and undid the button on his pants, pulling them down. The next second they joined the rest of the clothes somewhere in the shadows of the room, forgotten before they hit the floor.
He settled between her legs, nudging them apart to accommodate him. He watched her with hungry eyes do a series of signs, calling forth chakra to complete the protection jutsu. He sat back and watched her for a moment–taking in the way her chest heaved, the flush reaching for her breasts, and the numerous spots he had marked her with. Something feral rumbled in his chest at the sight. Something primal and unfamiliar.
She reached out to him and he was more than willing to respond. He climbed over her, pinning her to the bed with ease. He reached down and lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his hip as he positioned himself at her entrance–and with one smooth roll of his hips, sheeted himself in her completely.
He groaned as she gasped, both of them pausing to take in the feeling. He shifted his weight and she felt it in the pit of her abdomen, and she moaned deeply. He smirked and rolled his hips, testing her, gauging her reactions. Her eyes that had closed at some point against her knowing fluttered open, and she stilled as she met his eyes. Shisui's sharingan spun lazily as he stared down at her–burning the image of her into his mind.
He moved slowly, sliding in and out of her as he kept her eyes capture. She angled her hips to better receive him and he groaned as he slid further in. A mewl left her lips as he continued his slow pace, her eyes begging him for more as her hands move over the broad planes of his chest. He smirked and kissed her hungrily. Then he slammed back into her, her throaty moan joined by the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall.
His pace was unrelenting. Her head fell back onto the bed, baring her neck, as she sucked in ragged breaths between his thrusts, her hands seeking purchase on his sheets as he pounded her into the mattress. Her cries were formless–his name the only coherent word making it past her lips–and breathless. The sound of their movements, wet and dirty and arousing, accompanied her voice.
His own breath was laboured–struggling to keep his mind clear. The way she moved against him, matching him, clenching around him, egged him on unlike anything. His sharingan picked up everything. Every pulse, every shiver, every tremble. He switched the angle ever so slightly and she bit her lower lip and whined. A needy, drawn-out sound that sent his hips stuttering.
He growled and pulled out of her. Before her mind had a chance to pick up on the sudden lack of him inside of her, her world spun. He pushed her upper body down into the mattress and guided her hips up, nudging her legs further apart before he sheeted himself to the hilt again. This time he didn't wait for her to adjust–he pounded into her faster, harsher than before. The new position allowing him more power and a deeper angle.
She screamed in pleasure, her voice hoarse and filled with wanton, as he fucked into her. His grip on her hips was nearly bruising as he kept her steady. When she began to meet his thrusts, slamming herself backwards to get that perfect friction her body was screaming for, he reached around her and flicked her clit.
Another scream was pulled from her throat and her insides clenched around him, drawing a groan from him. He played with her until her walls began to twitch. It took him more willpower than he cared to admit to slow himself down. He pulled almost the entire way out before grinding back into her, just as slowly–she mewled and writhed below him, trying to increase the friction she needed to get off. His hands gripped her hips again, stopping her.
She whined, hints of a frustrated growl in the depths of it, as her breathing calmed down. He felt her walls relax slightly, bringing her down from the edge just enough. One of his hands brushed over her back soothingly, calloused pads over smooth, hot skin. He pulled back, leaving only the tip inside of her, and stopped. Just as she whimpered at the lack of movement, he dragged his nails down her back and slammed into her, harsher than before.
A strangled sound of raw pleasure echoed in the room, appearing again and again as he hit her deepest parts, over and over and over. He rolled his hips into her steadily. The headboard slamming against the wall without pause, but he didn't care. Too caught up in the heat of everything that was her. Without thinking, he brought his hand down on her ass–a loud slap matching the headboard, and she gasped as she twitched around him. He stilled completely as his mind caught up, staring at the bright red mark in the shape of his hand–he hadn't held back at all.
'Did you just–' she asked as she panted, surprise in her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at him.
'Sorry, it just felt like the right thing to do. If you don't like it I won't–'
'No,' she said quickly. 'It's not that, I just wasn't expecting it.'
A slow grin made its way to his face at her words. His sharingan spinning to life once again. He leaned down over her, bracing himself on either side of her, the way he covered her entirely made her nerve endings tingle, and hovered over her ear. His voice coming out more like an animalistic growl than he intended. 'You like it rough, don't you?' He punctuated his words with slamming his hips into hers, earning himself a guttural, pleased whine–her hips rising ever so slightly to let him slide deeper.
He took her hard, deep, and completely, giving her no room for thinking. He was everywhere. In her, around her, in her mind, in her breath, everywhere as he fucked her within an inch of her life. She had never been so utterly dominated before. He controlled everything, leaving her completely at his mercy, but she felt safer than ever. Her mind told her that he might be dominating her very soul, but if she said stop, he would. Something in him made her sure of that–and so she had no qualms with relinquishing the control to him.
Her hands gripped the sheets almost painfully as he took her like an animal, pounding her from behind. His pace was unyielding as he rocked his hips against hers. His mouth left hot, wet kisses on her back, his teeth leaving the skin raw and sensitive. He hit that deep part of her again, causing her abdomen to throb at the connection, and her back arched. An arm snaked around her waist and pulled her upwards. She shrieked at the sudden movement, her hands seeking anything to hold onto as he continued to fuck into her–his arm the only thing keeping her upright.
His other hand snaked down between her legs, playing with her bundle of nerves as he slammed into her, making her bounce. Her head fall back as he hit that deep part of her again and again and again and more–yes, please more–
He bit her shoulder and she came harder than she had ever done before, her orgasm slamming into her, drawing an unfamiliar scream from her throat as she spasmed around him. He fucked her through her orgasm, his own laboured breathing in her ear telling her he was just as close. A few more pumps into her twitching core and his hips stuttered and he spilled inside of her–accompanied by a deep drawn-out rumble in his chest, vibrating through her back.
He lowered her onto the bed gently and pulled out of her, both of them groaning at the sudden lack. He collapsed next to her. For a long minute, the only thing that could be heard was their laboured breathing. Shisui rolled onto his side. She was still on her front, her long hair tussled, her eyes closed and swollen lips parted. He reached out and brushed his fingers over her cheek.
Her eyes fluttered open, revealing hazy green eyes staring back at him. She smiled lazily as his gaze searched hers. She rolled onto her back with a sigh and he leaned over her, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips and pulled her closer. She allowed herself to melt against him with a content sigh, her body boneless, thoroughly fucked and humming with pleasure.
'That was new,' she mumbled against the side of his neck.
His fingers drew lazy circles on her lower back as he stared at the ceiling, enjoying the buzz of his own climax. 'For me too,' he hummed. 'Did I hurt you?'
'No, don't worry,' she said gently and placed a kiss on his collarbone. Her fingers traced the outlines of his muscles absently. Her words slipped out without her meaning to. 'So this is why you should sleep with ANBU.'
'Pray tell.'
'That stamina, that strength,' she shivered at the memory and swallowed thickly. Then she giggled. 'It's the first time I've gotten winded during sex, you know.'
He snorted humorously and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. 'You know you used chakra at one point, right? I'll probably have a bruise in the shape of your ass on my pelvis tomorrow.'
'Sorry,' she flushed. 'I've never had very good chakra control. It's mainly the reason I'm such a terrible shinobi. But, considering the sheer amount of marks you left on me, including what I can already tell is a handprint on said ass, I think we can call it even.'
He chuckled. 'I didn't say I didn't like it, but I guess that's fair.'
She yawned and let her arm come to a rest across his chest. 'I guess we can go over that tomorrow, because I'm already falling asleep.'
'What? No second round?' he joked as he reached over and pulled the cover over them.
'Maybe next time,' she mumbled as her breathing evened out.
The next morning, Mana stretched as she awoke, her mind groggy and body aching. Her eyes slid to the still sleeping god next to her. When she had first seen him in the club she had thought he was an incredibly handsome man, much like his cousin–in fact, all Uchiha had a tendency to fall into that category so not a lot of shock there–but after a night like that, where she had been granted the opportunity to inspect him closely... no, "man" was too lowly a title for someone like him, of that she was sure.
She swallowed harshly when her gut clenched at the memory from the night before. How the hell would she be satisfied with someone like her previous endeavours again? She wanted to smack herself for putting herself in this situation, but the way her legs still trembled left her little doubt that she would never regret it.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and paused. Looking down, she took in the numerous marks littering her front with an amused sigh–he really hadn't held back. That fact alone sent another shiver down her spine. She wanted to groan–would have if he hadn't been sleeping–instead she ran a hand over her face. She put some pressure on her shaky legs, testing them out.
'Morning,' Shisui said, covering his mouth as he yawned. He raised a brow as she jerked in surprise and fell to the floor with a curse. She peeked over the edge of the bed, giving him a half-hearted glare. 'What are you doing?'
'Oh, I don't know. Just checking the solidity of your floor.'
He rolled onto his stomach, twisting around to lean his head on the edge of the bed next to her. A slow grin grew on his face as his eyes roamed her body. 'That's a very good look on you,' he said and leaned over, pressing a kiss to her lips. 'Do you need some help?'
She sighed and nodded. 'I can't really feel my legs.'
'I thought you said I didn't hurt you,' he said with a frown and rolled off the bed. Effortlessly, he scooped her off the floor and walked out the door.
'You didn't. I think this is more a case of... overuse of muscles I didn't even know I had. Where are you taking me?'
'I don't know about you, but I could use a shower,' he said and opened another door with surprising ease.
The bathroom was nearly the size of half her apartment, Mana noticed, and with all the upscale design she could expect of a clan like the Uchiha. Without a word, he slipped open the door to the large shower and sat her down on the stone bench built into the wall. He kneeled in front of her and slipped a hand onto her lower back. A second later, a soothing feeling spread over her lower back, seeping down her legs–warm chakra pushing away the fatigue and pain.
'Better?' he asked gently as he retracted his hand.
She nodded and offered him a small smile. 'Thank you. Your chakra is very... comforting.'
'Never heard that before,' he chuckled and stood. He turned on the water, laughing at her when she jumped as it rained down on her without warning.
She glowered at him, but it quickly disappeared at his smile. 'Never heard what before?'
'That someone thinks my chakra is comforting,' he specified and sat down next to her. 'To be fair, I don't tend to use it to heal people.'
Mana pulled her wet hair to the side, over her shoulder, running her fingers through the knots carefully. 'Well, I appreciate it, either way.' She glanced at him when he ran a hand over her back, following what she assumed were lines he had left the night before. 'Are you going to heal those too?'
He grinned wolfishly and leaned closer, pressing kisses over them as he replied. 'No, I quite like them on you.'
She sighed and shook her head, fighting a smile. 'Are you always this possessive with your one night stands?'
'Who knows,' he hummed against her shoulder. 'Maybe just the ones I actually like.' He kissed the back of her neck. 'Or the ones I'd like to see again.'
Mana chuckled. 'I see.'
'Nothing else to say to that?' he asked and raised a brow at her.
'Sounds like you want me to say something specific.'
'Something along the lines of wanting to see me again would be nice,' he said lightly, running his hand over her back again. 'Maybe to train those unknown muscles you mentioned?'
She snorted and turned to face him completely, draping her legs over his lap and reaching up to run a hand through his wet hair. 'You don't need to make up reasons, Shisui. I'm more than willing to see you again until you bore of me, if you ask properly that is.'
'Bore of you?' he echoed with a frown.
'I think we both know that someone like you–ANBU, genius, the best even among the great Uchiha clan–don't end up with some third-rate failure who can't even control her chakra during sex,' she laughed slightly at the memory. She pulled a hand through her hair before continuing. 'Just enjoy it for what it is, while it lasts.'
He was quiet for a long moment, studying her. Then he reached over and brushed back some strands stuck to her cheek. 'Maybe you'll bore of me first.'
She snorted again. 'After a night like that, I highly doubt that'll be the case.'
'Maybe that's the same for me.'
'Please,' she said and stood. 'You can have anyone. I'm sure other ANBU or high ranking jounin could match you better, giving as good as you give and all that. I can't reach that knot, can you help me out?'
He stood with a quiet sigh. Reaching out, he made quick work of her hair, straightening it out before letting his hands run down her arms as he towered over her. Without her ridiculously high heels, she was a little more than a head shorter than him–giving him easy access to kiss her head as he reached over and picked a bottle of shampoo and went to work.
An hour later, he offered her a towel as they stepped out the steaming shower. Her face was flushed with both the heat from the water and their slight rerun of the night before. He watched as she wrapped the towel around her midsection, concealing most of the bite marks he had left on her–the ones covering her chest, neck, and shoulders still clearly visible. He eyed the clear mark of his teeth on her shoulder, remembering the sound and feel of her orgasm it had caused. He leaned down and kissed her hungrily.
She kissed him back with equal force. She pulled back with a soft sigh against his lips, keeping her eyes closed for another few seconds. 'That is a dangerous kiss,' she murmured.
'Special for you,' he whispered back, still close enough for their lips to brush against each other.
'Flirt,' she shot back with a humorous huff.
He caught her lips again in a quick kiss before straightening up. 'You like it. Now, let's get dressed before the day is over.'
'That... might be a problem,' she said but still followed him back to the bedroom. He raised a brow at her, an unspoken question. 'Recall how you ripped it to pieces.'
'Ah,' he said, a dust of pink on the bridge of his nose. Mana laughed at the discovery, grinning at him when he sent her a sour look. 'Sorry about that.'
'Don't apologise. It was an awful dress,' she commented airily before locking eyes with him–grinning wolfishly. 'And it was really hot.'
He snorted. 'Glad you liked it. And it was a great dress. You looked,' he paused and swallowed harshly, 'magnificent.'
'I'll let Ino know you appreciated her hard work, and her dress.'
'Here,' he said and handed her one of his white button up shirts.
She slipped it on as he got dressed. It reached the bottom of her thighs and she had to fold the sleeves several times to free her hands. When she did, she ran them over the shirt lightly. 'This is better quality than anything I own.'
He smirked and pulled a t-shirt over his head. 'You should keep it.' He stepped over to her and ran his hands down her waist, settling on her hips. 'You look even better in this.'
'So possessive.'
'You would be too, if I looked this good in your clothes.'
She laughed at the mental image and shook her head. Mana stood on her toes and kissed him lightly. 'I bet you look good in anything. Still, not to be ungrateful or anything but I can't go home like this.'
'Don't think it'll be appreciated to have a beautiful half-naked woman walking through the city in only a shirt?'
'Least of all by me.'
'I'll take you home,' he said. 'No one will see you then.'
'Are you sure?'
'I'll make sure of it,' he said firmly, pressing his lips to her temple. 'Just tell me where to go and I'll take care of the rest.'
She picked up her heels on the way down the stairs after he finished dressing. After locking the door behind them, he wrapped his arms around her and flickered to their destination–smiling gently at her laughter. They reappeared on her small balcony not ten minutes later and she jimmied open the lock with a thin piece of metal, smiling as she pushed the door open.
'That is not secure at all,' he commented as he stepped in after her, taking in her small apartment.
She shrugged and returned the metal to its place in one of the potted plants on the balcony before closing the door again. There was a small living room attached to the balcony, a kitchen to the left and a bedroom and bathroom to the right, with the entrance door just opposite the balcony. She disappeared into the bedroom without a word.
He took the opportunity to scan her place, letting his eyes bleed red. Beyond a few mediocre traps around two of her windows, there was nothing for his eyes to pick up on. No hidden weapons or anything. He frowned at the realisation. At first, he had thought her opening the door in such a rudimentary way had been her way of circumventing traps, but a quick glance showed no traces of anything–not even a basic genjutsu.
Before he could continue, she stepped back into the room, wearing a pair of shorts under the shirt. She hovered near the door to her bedroom, looking at everything but him. She rubbed her forearm and cleared her throat. 'Well... this is me.'
He nodded slowly and opened the door to the balcony again. 'I'll take my leave then.'
'Unless,' she said and by the look on her face, she hadn't intended to do so. She cleared her throat again before looking him in the eye, a weak smile pulling at her lips. 'Unless you want to stay for breakfast?'
Normally, he would say no. Normally, he wouldn't have had a one night stand in the first place. Normally, he wouldn't find himself unable to look away from her. But she wasn't normal and so he closed the balcony door behind him and followed her into the minuscule kitchen.