Chapter 3
For the rest of the week, Mana was stuck at work, finishing paperwork and reports for several different projects whose deadlines were coming up. For three days straight, she slept in her office. Her back was killing her, but she had managed to finish the work on time. She had been less than coherent when Fukuyama had stopped by her office to collect the last of the paperwork, which had prompted him to order her to get some sleep–even if it was on the floor.
She had woken again around lunch, feeling slightly more alive. Thankfully, she kept some extra clothes in her office for days like these, and she slipped into the only bathroom on her floor that had a shower. She eyed the fading marks still littering her body. The massage Shisui had given her was completely null and void by now, though her mind frequently ventured back to the odd feeling of moving about without any subtle heaviness in her limbs. She had left him in her apartment that day before she had had the time to ask him what he had done–she hadn't slept that well in years after all–and by the time she noticed that she was moving around easier, with less latent pain, lunch was already around the corner.
Maybe I can convince him to do that again, she hummed as she stepped into the shower. I should probably learn how to do that myself either way. A strange feeling settled in the pit of her stomach as the thought of not seeing him again flittered across her mind. She promptly pushed it away and focused on her hair.
When she got back to her office, Utamara was waiting by her door. Fukuyama had left instructions to make sure she left the facility and didn't return until next week–under the threat of forced sabbatical, apparently. Mana sighed and shuffled out the door, squinting at the noon sun. She could go home and ruin her sleep schedule... She shook her head and walked across the library grounds to the main street, taking a right to head in the direction of the main gate.
The sign for Yamanaka Flowers came into view before long. The bell dinged as she stepped inside. The air was cool and fresh, a nice contrast to the sweltering heat of summer Konoha.
'Welcome to–Mana?' Ino blinked surprised as she stepped up to the desk.
'What a personal greeting,' Mana laughed. 'Hey, Ino.'
'Am I seeing things? You're out during daylight?'
'I got sent home for the rest of the week. Fukuyama-san's orders.'
'At least someone over there has a head,' Ino grumbled. 'What are you doing here then? You look like you need sleep.'
'I do, but I wanted to see if you wanted to have lunch before that?'
Ino glanced at the clock above the cashier and nodded. 'Give me ten minutes. Did you have a place in mind?'
'Haru's Grill? Next to the Hokage's residence.'
'Sounds good. I'll be right back,' she said and disappeared through the backdoor.
Twenty minutes later, they were seated by the window, far away enough from the kitchen to not be melted on the spot. The sun was high in the sky, reflecting against the many windows on the main street and throwing interesting shapes on the surrounding walls. They spoke about various things as they waited for the food to arrive. When the food was placed before them, Ino leaned forward with narrowed eyes.
'So, what's on your mind?'
'What makes you think there's something on my mind?' Mana replied easily.
'I haven't seen you in months, and now I've seen you twice in less than a week.'
'Maybe I'm taking your words to heart.'
'Hardly. If you were forced to go home that means you haven't gone home in several days. Am I right? How many days?'
Mana sighed. 'Three. Still, since I got out early today, I thought it would be nice to have lunch together. Should I have gone for Sakura instead?'
'Sakura's out on a mission,' Ino said and poured them water from the jug between them. 'I'm glad you came by. Really, I am.'
'Good. I would hate to have to leave already,' Mana smirked and pulled at the turtleneck to let some cool air reach her neck.
'Why are you wearing that in this heat?' Ino asked. She squinted as Mana froze and blushed. The blonde gasped and reached over before Mana could react, and pulled down the shirt to expose her neck–and the plethora of marks. 'Oh my god.'
Mana slapped her hand away and corrected the neckline, her face hot. 'Shut up.'
'Are those from who I think they are?' Ino was practically vibrating with glee, her blue eyes sparkling as she smirked. She cackled when Mana nodded. 'I knew it. You two looked so good on the dance floor, holy shit. Is he any good?'
Mana sighed. 'Too good.'
Ino paused and tilted her head slightly. 'What's with the tone?'
'What?'
'You sound... sad. Mana, don't tell me you've fallen for him already?'
Mana shook her head. 'It's not that. It's difficult to explain.' She sighed again. 'Imagine having that one thing, super intense and amazing, but when that's over... how do you go back to normal after that?'
'Ah,' Ino said with a nod. 'I'd say you'll find another...'
'Difficult to imagine that. It's not like he's my first, but... I've never experienced something like him before.'
'Is he that good in bed?' Ino asked, her brows reaching for her hairline.
'It's not just in bed.' Mana chuckled. 'He's very sweet in general. He's really the whole package, Ino, I'm not even kidding. Going back to mediocre sex will be fine in the end, but the way he speaks with me... That's probably the one that will be the most difficult.'
'What do you mean?'
'He understands what I'm talking about, without me needing to explain everything. It's not like I have a problem with dating guys who don't get it, but they tend to have an issue with it, you know? He keeps up, I guess.' She pulled a hand over her face with a groan. 'He doesn't think less of me because I work at the Centre or for being a terrible shinobi, and he respects me and my decisions. Ino, it messes with my head.'
Ino stared at her for a long minute. She bit her lip and frowned. 'You're not a terrible shinobi, Mana. Your skillset is just different.'
'You're starting to sound just like him,' she grumbled.
'When did you have time to talk about this? By the looks of it–'
'Don't finish that sentence. I might have run into him on Monday again.'
'Oh? Round two, huh?' Ino laughed and wiggled her brows suggestively.
Mana snorted at the sight. 'Actually not. I was going home and stopped by the Pig's Belly, and he was there. He wanted help getting away from his friends.'
'And?' Ino pressed.
'We got takeout and ate at my place.'
'And? Mana, I swear if you make me drag this out of you–'
'Fine, fine. We ate and in exchange for helping him get away, he said he'd make it worth my time–'
'I bet he would–'
'Shut it. He gave me a chakra massage, and that was it. Just sleep. Then I had to go to work and I haven't been home since.'
'He... gave you a chakra massage?' she echoed slowly.
'Yeah. Didn't know that was a thing, to be honest,' Mana said and took a bite of her meat. 'Felt great though.'
'Mana,' Ino laughed. 'They're not a thing because chakra massages are an incredibly intimate thing. It's different from healing too because healing is localised–very few parts are usually involved in the process–so it's usually very clinical, but chakra massage is not. It requires exceptional chakra control, and that your chakras are somewhat compatible, for it to even work. Spreading your chakra into another person like that means you're going over their entire nervous system, chakra pathways, tissues, and so on. Usually, people reject others' chakra when used that way–which is why medics don't do it.'
'Oh. Eh. So what does that mean?'
'That you trust people way too easily,' Ino laughed again. 'And that your chakras are somewhat compatible. And that one Uchiha Shisui knows more about medic work than I thought.'
'What does it mean for me?'
'I don't know. By the sounds of it, you've had a good time. Just leave it at that? Or are you seeing him again?'
'No.' Mana paused, then frowned. 'No, I guess I'm not.'
'Oh wow,' Ino breathed, eyes wide at her expression. 'You're really in trouble, aren't you?'
'Ino, it hasn't even been a week,' Mana groaned, burying her face in her hands. 'What's wrong with me? This can't be happening.'
'Mana, don't overthink it. You said you're not seeing him again, right? So give it some time, maybe it's just some leftover feelings from... good sex?'
'Maybe. No, you're right. This isn't me,' she said firmly. 'I'll go back to work on Monday, and everything will go back to normal. Just boring old me, with my boring old job, nothing fancy, nothing special–like usual.'
Ino sighed. 'Not really what I wanted you to take away from this, but sure.'
'Let's talk about something else,' Mana said, ignoring her. 'So, you and Shikamaru-san. Did your Friday end as well as mine?'
This time, it was Ino's turn to turn a deep red, and Mana leaned her chin in the palm of her hand as she laughed.
The next morning, Mana woke on her own accordance, finally somewhat rested after nearly fourteen hours of sleep. She eyed the large shirt resting on her dresser for a moment before shrugging and pulling it on. No use in overthinking it, as Ino had said. She slipped on a pair of shorts under and headed to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she blinked at the sight.
A small box with her name written on it in a neat hand stared back at her. Opening it, she was greeted by four rice balls. A quick sniff said they were still good, and she ate them as she made herself a cup of ice tea. A slow morning. How rare. Usually, by now, she would have been visited by someone from the Centre, asking her to come in and help with something.
As she walked out into the living room, she grabbed one of the books resting on the dresser. She sunk down into the couch, head resting on the armrest, and cracked it open. Before she was able to disappear into the story, there came a knock on her door. She stood with a sigh. Might have called it too soon, she thought.
Mana opened it and blinked. 'Shisui? What are you doing here?' She said and stepped aside to let him in.
'I'm here to pick you up,' he said with an easy smile. It morphed into a smirk as he took in her appearance. 'Missed me that much?'
'It's comfy,' she shrugged. 'And you said I could keep it.'
He pointedly dragged his eyes down her person, his smirk in place. 'I'm definitely not complaining. Makes me want to toss the plans I have for us today out the window and just stay here.'
'What plans?'
'Our date.'
Mana paused and tilted her head. 'What?'
'You agreed to go on a date with me this weekend.'
'When did I do that?'
'Monday.'
She squinted at him, making him chuckle. 'I don't recall that.'
'Well, you were less than coherent, that's for sure,' he nodded. 'I did try to come by both on Wednesday and Thursday to confirm it with you, but you were never in.'
'I was at the office.'
'That's why I stopped by in the evenings.' He paused. 'Are you saying you didn't go home at all?'
'I slept in the office, last night was the first night home since Tuesday.'
He sighed and shook his head. 'Are you free today then?'
'I've been ordered to stay away.'
'Great,' he said and stepped close. He cupped her face gently and kissed her. 'Should we get that delicious butt of yours dressed now, or do you want to fulfil that promise you made me last time now?'
She blinked innocently at him. 'You mean to go on a date with you? I don't recall making that promise, but I'll fulfil it either way.' She stood on her toes and brushed her lips against his as she added, 'For your sake.'
'Tease.'
'You like it,' she laughed and stepped away. 'So, what should I wear?'
'Nothing is always an option,' he said and wiggled his brows at her. He laughed when she rolled her eyes at him, a smile dancing on her lips either way. 'Just wear something comfortable.'
'I am,' she smirked. She turned on her heel and sauntered into the bedroom, swaying her hips pointedly and glancing at him over her shoulder as she unbuttoned the shirt slowly.
He growled and stalked after her. She giggled and sidestepped him when he reached for her, smiling coyly as she did it once, twice–he pinned her against the wall, her cheek against it. He pressed his chest against her back, his lips brushing against the lobe of her ear as his hands slid down her sides. 'Careful, my little red beauty,' he murmured, his hands shifting forward over her hips. He slipped them under her shorts without hesitation, a pleased rumble escaping him at the discovery that she wore nothing underneath. She gasped as his fingers slithered over her. 'There's only so much teasing I can take before I need to return the compliment.'
Her lips parted with another gasp as her hips buckled under his touches. Her hands splayed against the cool wall, seeking anything to hold on to. 'You should always return a compliment,' she breathed as her eyes fluttered close with a moan.
He bit her ear just enough to sting, and then kissed it soothingly. 'Always,' he whispered and slid a finger into her.
'Oh, god,' she gasped, feeling her legs tremble.
'Shisui will suffice,' he chuckled and pressed her further into the wall, pinning her completely.
He pumped his finger slowly. The palm of his hand rubbed over her clit enough to make her walls flutter. He slipped in another finger, curling them as he moved. She moaned, deep and needy. She felt his chuckle against her back and her hips jerked into his hand without her meaning to. She gasped his name when he flicked her clit with his thumb.
When her legs trembled again, he slid one of his between hers, carrying her weight effortlessly as he continued to pump his fingers into her. Her back arched as he hit the perfect spot, pressing her chest into the cold wall. She gasped at the sudden change in temperature–clenching around his fingers with a moan.
He hummed and kissed her neck. 'That gives me some ideas for later.'
'What?' she panted.
'You'll see,' he chuckled and bit a new mark onto her neck. 'We'll be late if we don't get going soon. So how about you come for me, Mana,' he drawled, scraping his teeth against her pulse. He punctuated his words by curling his fingers just right and flicking her sensitive bundle of nerves, and she came with a high pitched mewl. He worked her through her orgasm, keeping her steady as she slumped against the wall.
He kissed her exposed shoulder gently and lowered her to the floor carefully, keeping a hand on her hip in case she stumbled. She turned around, leaning against the wall as she stared up at him, chest heaving. Red cheeks, dishevelled hair and shirt, and her pupils blown out with the full force of her climax. His breathing deepened at the sight–he captured her lips in a slow and deep kiss, slating his mouth against hers hungrily.
'You're dangerous,' he mumbled against her lips.
'That's my line.'
He chuckled and straightened up, taking half a step back from her. 'Time to get dressed, or we'll be late.'
'And who's fault is that?' she said pointedly as she stepped around him to head to the bathroom.
'Yours, you little tease,' he said and blew on her ear, laughing at her yelp. He reached down and palmed her ass with a satisfied hum. 'Now get your magnificent ass dressed or I'm having you pinned to the bed for the rest of the weekend.'
She gasped dramatically and looked at him through her lashes. 'Is that a promise, captain?'
His gaze darkened and he sucked in a harsh breath. 'Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous,' he mumbled with a dark smirk, his eyes trailed on her person as she left the room with a laugh.
'I didn't think you'd take me on an actual classical date,' Mana laughed as they sat down in the lunch restaurant after the movie had finished.
'Classical would be movie and dinner,' he corrected as he sat down opposite her. 'This day is not over yet.'
She leaned her chin in her palm and gave him a haughty look. 'I certainly hope not.'
'The more you tease me now, the worse it'll be for you tonight,' he commented.
She sucked in her lower lip slowly and trapped it between her teeth. When his eyes fall to her lips, dark and heavy, she released it with a wet sound and ran her tongue over her upper lip. 'I'm counting on it,' she said breathily, a hairs-breath from a moan.
The hair on the back of his neck stood on end at the sound, and his gut clenched almost painfully. He cleared his throat and leaned back–he hadn't noticed that he had been slowly moving forward at all. 'You'll be the death of me.'
She snorted. 'You're not the one who gets to say that.'
'Seems like we deserve each other,' he commented.
Mana swallowed at the implications of his words. Thankfully, the arrival of the waiter saved her from having to respond–something the intense look he was giving her, that she could feel on her person without even looking, told her he didn't miss. She suppressed any stupid ideas his words could cause. Like Ino had said, she was having a good time and she should just enjoy it. Creating false expectations wouldn't help anyone, least of all herself.
She cleared her throat once the waiter left with their orders. 'So tell me, Mr. ANBU with lower clearance than I–'
'Low blow,' he cut in, but the playful gleam in his eye undercut his words.
'What's the most intriguing thing you've learned on a mission?'
He blinked, surprised. Then he chuckled and ran a hand through his hair–something she noticed he did quite often when thinking about what to say. 'Not the question I was expecting, not going to lie,' he said before she answered, throwing their conversation in an entirely new direction.
For the next few hours, Shisui found himself recanting numerous missions, with as much detail as they dared while still out in the open, to an entirely transfixed redhead. He smiled slightly at the wondrous gleam in her eyes. It was new, having someone genuinely interested in him and his skills–she never asked for the details he expected, always going for his take and view on something rather than learning more about his techniques.
At some point in the conversation, they had gone back in time and he had mentioned one of the earliest missions he took Itachi on. To his surprise, the mention of Nekomata left her looking at him with confusion.
'Are you saying you've never done the cat mission?' he asked slowly, a frown on his brow.
'Cat mission?' she echoed.
'Yeah, you know, the one where you put on cat ears and have to pretend you're a cat, more or less.'
She gave him a long look. 'Is this you trying to convey a kink you have or something?'
He choked on his drink and flushed a deep red. She laughed, bright and clear, at the odd reaction, and smirked smugly when he stumbled over his words in order to disagree. He sighed and ran a hand over his hot face. 'It's a real thing, I promise.'
'Of course, it is, meowtain,' she laughed.
He narrowed his eyes at her, fighting the smile threatening to take over his lips at her words. 'You'll come to regret that.'
'Oh, I'm sure.'
'Come on,' he said and stood. He offered her his hand. 'It'll start soon.'
She eyed his hand for another second before taking it. 'What will start soon?' she asked as he lead her out the door, hand-in-hand.
'You'll see,' he said haughtily. Two blocks down, he stopped and turned to face her. 'I'll take us to a better vantage point,' he said and motioned for her to come closer. She stepped into his arms without hesitation and he hummed pleased.
He flickered them to the top of the Hokage mountain. He motioned for her to wait and disappeared again, only to reappear two minutes later carrying a basket. At her raised brow, he chuckled and took her hand, entwining their fingers. He led the way into the forest without a word. They walked for several minutes in silence, but Mana's mind was moving a hundred miles a minute as she tried to ignore how his thumb brushed over the back of her hand gently.
When they came upon a clearing, Mana's breath left her. The area was surrounded by the lush forest on three sides, giving a clear view of the entire city. The sun had nearly set, coating the city in soft orange light and casting long shadows across the buildings. As she stared at the sight, Shisui leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple. He let go of her hand and retrieved a blanket from the basket, laying it out on the ground before kicking off his shoes and motioning for her to join him.
'What's all this?' she asked as she sat down next to him, reaching over to put their shoes next to the basket properly.
He pulled two cups and a bottle from the basket. 'A picnic,' he said casually.
'I can see that,' she huffed and accepted the cup from him. 'But why?'
'It's a date, after all.'
'So this is what Uchiha Shisui does as a standard on his dates,' she hummed.
He gave her a long look out the corner of his eye. 'Not really,' he mumbled into his cup. When she tilted her head at him he looked away. 'I might have gotten some tips from Sakura-chan.'
Mana paused. 'You what?'
'So I asked some pointed questions before she left, that's all,' he defended.
'But... why?'
'I didn't want to plan a bad date. Would feel real bad wasting our first date,' he shrugged.
Mana sighed. 'You make it sound like there'll be more.'
'There's not going to be?'
The way he eyed her hesitantly threw her for a loop. She met his gaze carefully. 'I didn't think there'd be a first.'
'Why not?'
'Let's take a look at this situation,' she said flatly. 'One part is... the prime specimen of shinobi, and the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome, and on top of it all, a through and through sweet and good person. The other part is, well, me. This, whatever this is, is nothing more than temporary entertainment for you. It's not that I'm not enjoying it, I am, but don't make this more complicated than it is. We met each other a week ago, and after this weekend we'll probably never see each other again.'
He put down his cup before shifting to face her fully. 'Why not?'
'Why not, what?'
'Why won't we see each other again?' he clarified.
'I don't know,' she sighed. 'Because you'll probably go back to whatever you were doing before, missions and giving random women memories for a lifetime I suppose, and I'll go back to my regular, mediocre life and eventually you'll forget about me.'
'And what if I don't want that?' he asked slowly, keeping his eyes on her face.
'You will. Maybe not tomorrow, but eventually you will.'
'How can you be sure?'
'Because that's how it is,' she sighed again. 'People like you don't end up with people like me, however briefly.'
'You keep saying that as if it's the undeniable truth of the world. I disagree with it, but either way: what does it matter if it's temporary? Maybe we have a few good weeks together and nothing more, so what?'
'It's easy for you to say that,' she mumbled and looked out over the city. 'You're not the one who will be talked about like a discarded toy afterwards, having people look at you differently because of it. Hell, you won't face any struggles with it in your professional life either.' She twisted the cup in her hands absently. 'Having a one night stand with you was bad enough. Who knows what a perceived attempt at a relationship will do.'
He was quiet for a minute, simply studying her. Then he sighed. 'I really don't get you.'
She frowned and turned to look at him. 'What are you talking about?'
'One moment you're comfortable and flirty and gives as good as you get, and the next you're dark and gloomy and extremely self-deprecating. I don't get you.'
'It's because I'm a lovely mix of idealist and pessimist,' she said drily.
He snorted but didn't address it. 'What does it matter what others think? It's not like they're going to take your job from you, by the sound of it you're already an integral part of the whole place, and your friends aren't going to treat you differently. So what does it matter?'
She sighed. 'I guess. But put yourself in my shoes. Everything in my life has been a series of averages, everything from skills to people I get involved with. You are the only anomaly, ever. You might move on after... I don't know, a shower? How do I get over you, when everything afterwards will always pale in comparison? My life is a disappointment enough as it is, having people compare to you is just not fair to anyone. Not to them and not to me. It'll be hard enough after this week, but at least it'll be possible. If you keep treating me this well... I'll never be happy with anything in the future,' she finished in nearly a whisper.
He stared at her for a long while, digesting her words. The sun had disappeared completely and the lights of the city reflected in her eyes, making them gleam. Shisui reached over and plucked the cup from her hands before shuffling closer until their knees pressed against each other. 'You say some heavy things like they're nothing. As nice it is to my ego that you think so highly of me,' he managed a smirk and she huffed. 'I won't force you into anything. If you don't want this, then I'll respect that. But I want you to know that I find you interesting, interesting enough to not want this to be the last time I see you. I decided on a whim to ask you on a date, but I don't regret it. You're different from my previous... encounters, that's for sure. I know you're going to take that in some weird negative light, but it's not like that. I've never had a one night stand and then wanted to see them again. Hell, you're one of the few one-night stands I've had at all. I don't know what it is about you that makes me unable to stop thinking about you, but I, for one, want to find out more about you, spend more time with you.' He smirked and reached out to cup her face, bringing their faces close before adding, 'to touch you more. I'm not going to say that it's going to be forever, or for long, because I don't know. I just know that I want to see where it goes.'
Mana stared right back at him, lips parted. 'I-' she swallowed harshly. 'Now who's saying heavy things like they're nothing? How am I supposed to respond to that? What are you even saying, or asking?'
'Date me. See where it goes, enjoy it for what it is. Weren't those your words?'
She frowned at him and huffed. 'Don't turn my words against me.'
He grinned and kissed her. A soft and sweet exchange before he leaned back enough to look her in the eye. 'Is that a yes?'
'It's an I'll kill you if this comes back to haunt me,' she grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. At his pointed look, she deflated and looked away. 'Fine. Yes.'
He kissed her again just as a firework went off, causing Mana to jump in surprise. She glowered at him when laughed, and pushed him away. He lied down on his back and promptly pulled her with him, laying her next to him as they watched the fireworks. At her question, he informed her there was a small festival in the southern part of the city, using fireworks to mark the end of the festival.
'It's pretty,' she said after a while.
He hummed deeply in agreement, making her look at him. She paused as their eyes met. His gaze had taken on a dark and hungry edge that sent a shiver down her spine. They reached for each other at the same time. Their tongues clashed. Hands roamed over and under clothes. Before she knew it, Mana was straddling him, looking down at him with equal hunger.
'Close your eyes for a second,' she said as a humorous thought struck her. He complied immediately, something that made her desire for him skyrocket. She made a series of hand signs, pulling just enough chakra to complete it. She leaned down and kissed him before she purred 'you can open your eyes now.'
He stilled as he did. His gaze dragged over the cat ears protruding on her head, and the tail currently moving behind her.
'What do you think, meowtain,' she teased. She wiggled her hips slightly and laughed when he growled as she rubbed against his rock hard crotch.
Then he was gone from beneath her. In the blink of an eye, she found herself on all four, lurching forward as he slapped her ass, once, then twice. 'I think it's time we sorted out all that teasing,' he growled and leaned over her, encompassing her entirely. He kissed the back of her neck, putting some weight on her back before he ground into her harshly, making her gasp.
She shivered as the memory from the last time she had been in this position flashed through her mind. Her gut clenched as desire rushed through her system. She moaned his name as he ground into her again. A firework went off overhead, startling her enough to regain some clarity.
'Shisui,' she said hesitantly.
He stilled at her tone. He brushed some hair from her shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to it. 'You okay?'
'As fun as this could be, I'm not interested in being a source for voyeurism.'
'You won't be,' he said gently. He kissed her neck again and added, 'You have my word.'
She took a moment to consider his words, taking deep breaths to centre herself. If there was someone who could make such a promise, it was him, but if she said no, he would respect that and stop. Her body thrummed with excitement. The decision was made when she realised her subconscious already trusted him. She arched her back and ground her ass into him, making him growl into her shoulder.
She looked at him over her shoulder. 'Okay,' she breathed.
'Dangerous, dangerous,' he mumbled against her skin, his eyes impossibly dark. 'You should be careful with that look or I might come undone before we've had any fun at all.'
She laughed and shook her head. It quickly morphed into a surprised moan as his hand moved over her clothed core. He grinned against her exposed shoulder. He moved his fingers harshly over her, enjoying the sounds that the actions caused. When she sucked in a sudden breath, he stopped.
He leaned back just enough to reach down and palm an ass cheek with a pleased growl. 'As good as you look in these pants, I want them off.'
'Do you now?' she managed to say–the haughty tone making his eyes narrow.
'Either you take them off yourself, or I tear them off. Your choice,' he added and dug his fingers into her ass.
'Maybe another time,' she said and unzipped her pants. He leaned back and watched her pull them and her underwear off, agonisingly slowly.
When they slipped off her feet, he reached over and moved them to lie by their shoes before letting his hands move over her now-exposed legs hungrily. He guided her back to her hands and feet. He smirked when she shivered as his fingers brushed up her inner thigh, and he shifted closer. Without warning, he dragged his fingers over her core, and her legs trembled as she moaned.
He leaned down and bit her ass harshly. 'You really have a perfect ass,' he commented and nipped at the red skin. He moved his fingers over her wet folds slowly as he used his other hand to massage her rear. Her legs trembled when he brushed over her bundle of nerves.
Her arms folded under her head as she moaned, giving him better access. She heard the pleased rumble just as he bit her again, sending another jolt of pleasure up her spine. A low mewl left her lips. His fingers slid over her folds slowly and then he pushed one of his fingers into her just enough to tease her entrance. Her hips moved backwards to get that friction she wanted.
He slapped her ass, the sound echoing in the clearing. She gasped as she felt the impact all the way up to her ribs, and her gut clenched. 'I set the pace tonight, lovely,' he hummed against the sting, cool lips soothing it. 'Although if you like this so much, go ahead and try and defy me. I seem to enjoy spanking you,' he added as if an afterthought.
The slight confusion in his voice made her laugh. She wiggled her hips slightly and said, 'yes, meowtain.'
He growled lowly and grabbed the tail, giving it a tug. She whimpered. Shisui smirked darkly and moved up over her, his chest sliding over her back until he hovered near her ear. 'Someone made the henge a bit too realistic, didn't they?' he blew on the ears, causing them to twitch slightly. 'Can you sustain it?'
'I think so,' she said, turning her head to look him in the eye. 'So you really do have this kind of kink?'
He chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. 'Not that I'm aware of, but I'm willing to go with the flow. Why waste such a good opportunity to train your chakra control, and have some extra fun while we're at it? Now keep your head down and spread your legs further,' he said and moved back.
'Yes, meowtain,' she said haughtily and did as he said. She gasped as he slapped her rear again. 'What was that for?'
'If you insist on calling me that, I'll have to return in kind, kitten,' he said and slid a finger over her slit. 'You like being spanked, huh? You're already soaked.'
'Takes one to know one,' she said and bit her lip as he moved his finger again.
Instead of answering, he took a steady hold of her thighs. His thumbs pressed against the tendons in the junction of her legs and pelvis, spreading her even more–and then he buried his face in her. She whined and whimpered at the sensation. He lapped at her, his rough tongue making her eyes roll back in her head. His hands massaged the soft flesh of her thighs as he kept her upright, feeling the trembles going through her at his ministrations.
He hummed into her, the vibration drawing a needy whine from her lips. He smirked and plunged his tongue into her. Her hips jerked as he pumped it into her and sucked at her nether folds, his teeth lightly scraping against them. Her breath hitched and he moved away.
'Shisui,' she whined at the loss of touch.
He chuckled and brushed a hand over her hip. 'I did warn you. Sit up on your knees.' He waited until she did, noticing the tremble in her legs with a pleased smirk. He sat back and watched her. 'Take off your shirt.'
She complied slowly, pulling the material over her head and tossing it to join her pants. He racked his eyes down her person, taking in the new still visible marks on her person and the black bra, with the cat ears and tail. He leaned back slightly, keeping his weight on his hands as he stared at her.
'Spread your legs. Wider,' he said and nodded first when she was completely exposed to him. 'Take off your bra.' It, too, slipped off her and joined the rest of her clothes. 'You are beautiful,' he said without thinking.
Mana blushed and put her arms in front of her, ducking her head. He moved over and brought her face up to look at him, and then pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss. He reached down and moved her arms away.
'Don't hide,' he murmured against her lips. 'It's only us here. I've placed a genjutsu around this place just in case too. I gave you my word,' he added and kissed her again. When she nodded slightly he moved back once more. 'Spread your legs again. Now, cup your breasts.'
She followed his instructions hesitantly, bringing her hands to her breasts. At his instruction, she began to massage them slowly, running her fingers over the soft flesh gently. 'Pinch your nipples,' he said, his voice deep and heavy. She did as he said. Her breathing grew laboured as she massaged her breasts, rubbing and pinching at his commands.
'Take one of your hands and rub yourself,' he said lowly, his own breathing strained.
She slipped one of her hands down in-between her legs, gasping as her fingers brushed over her clit. Her eyes closed as the feeling overtook her. Her hand rubbed over her wet core, the pressure building the more she did. The hand on her chest rolled a nipple between its fingers and her lips parted as her head fell back with a gasp.
'Slide a finger into yourself,' she heard him say. She did so gladly, a low mewl leaving her lips. She moved it in and out, her breathing growing quicker with each move. Her hips bucked into her hand. 'Fuck,' he growled and then she found herself on her back, his head between her legs and back arching as he ate her out.
She came with a yell, her legs twitching around him, pulling his face deeper into her. He licked her through the orgasm, his tongue moving over her folds almost frantically. He attached his lips to her entrance and sucked. Her eyes rolled back into her head and a strangled sound left her–while he continued to suck and lap at her until she was clean again.
He climbed up over her, hovering not far from her face. 'Too hot,' he whispered and kissed, hard and hungry. 'I was planning on keeping you on the edge for a bit longer, but you were just too hot.'
'I've never done something like that before,' she panted.
'There's that dangerous look again,' he said and captured her lips again. 'You'll make me addicted.'
'If you make me feel as good as last time, I don't mind.' She closed her eyes and rested her head on the ground, enjoying the feel of her climax rushing through her. They opened again when he raised her legs to his shoulders.
'Your wish is my command,' he said with a smirk and pushed inside of her.
He hit her deepest spot immediately and her back arched. He rolled his hips into her continuously, firm and unrelenting. Her head fell back as she sucked in ragged breaths between his thrusts, pleasured moans being pulled from her with each movement echoed around the clearing. Skin against skin, hips slamming into hips. All of it just spurring them on.
His name tumbled from her lips, over and over, as he moved inside of her. He stared down at her, his eyes bleeding a deep red as he burned the image of her into his mind once again. His own breathing was laboured, only growing more erratic as their eyes met. His heart skipped a beat as she reached up to touch his face–a softness in her gaze that took his breath away.
He let her legs slide from his shoulders to his hips as he followed her touch, putting all of his weight on a hand next to her head. Her legs locked behind him, pulling him closer as she kissed him. Deep and intense at first, but it slowly morphed into something sweet, and gentle.
They stared at each other as he moved above her, close enough for their breaths to mingle and noses to brush against each other. His other hand reached down and gripped her thigh, lifting her slightly to change the angle. Her hands gripped the back of his neck almost painfully as her lips parted further at the action. Her breaths became gasps and her eyes closed, and his sharingan spun faster as he took in every change, every shift, as she closed in on the edge.
He bit the inside of his cheek and slowed his pace. Mana practically growled at him, her green eyes ablaze with need and frustration. He smirked and kissed her. Then he flipped them over, laughing at her yelp. She stabilised herself with her hands on his shoulders, her eyes hesitant at the sudden change.
His hands moved soothingly on her hips as he gave her an encouraging smile. 'Relax,' he murmured. 'Just enjoy yourself.'
'I was,' she sighed and gave him a weak glare. 'I was so close.'
'I know,' he grinned and kissed her.
Their tongues slid against each other hungrily, but neither fighting for dominance. His hands gripped her hips, guiding them up and then down, slowly, and then again, and again, until her body began to move on its own, seeking the friction it craved. He leaned back onto his hands, admiring the way she moved.
Their eyes locked again. Never had he felt such intense desire course through his veins as in that moment–jade eyes ablaze with lust, red hair moving with the wind, smooth skin covered in beads of sweat, swollen lips parted as she sucked in ragged breaths in time with her movements. His sharingan made sure he would never forget it.
He leaned forward and licked the beads gathering between her breasts. She gasped and her hips jerked in surprise. He licked and sucked on the skin around her breasts, leaving fresh marks wherever he could reach as she rode him to climax. Her hips moved faster and faster, her eyes closing and head falling back the closer she got.
He felt her walls flutter around him. His hands grasped her hips firmly and he thrust into her, matching her movements perfectly. When he felt the tell-tale tightening in his gut, he reached down between them and gathered chakra in his finger, and rubbed her clit. She came with a high pitched yell, clenching around him tightly as her back arched and mouth fell open. A few more thrusts and he spilled inside her, a drawn-out growl torn from his throat.
Mana collapsed against him, face in the crook of his neck and trembling arms on his shoulders. Her laboured breathing washed over his naked chest and he rubbed his hands down her back soothingly. He pressed kisses to her face, neck, and shoulder, all the while mumbling sweet words through the buzz of their orgasms. He laid back onto the blanket, bringing her with him to lie on his chest.
He reached over to the basket and pulled out another blanket, and a small plastic box. Without a word, he draped the blanket over them. She shifted to a more comfortable position but didn't move away from him–her mind buzzing with afterglow and the want to stay close, to be held.
She looked up when he caressed her jaw. At his searching gaze, she smiled and leaned up, pressing her lips to his. 'That was amazing,' she hummed against his lips.
'It was,' he agreed, his voice thick with his own release. 'You were quite the sight.'
'Shut up,' she squeaked and buried her face in the crook of his neck again.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear as he squeezed her ass. 'A goddess worthy of worship. You'll really make me addicted.'
'There are worse things that could happen,' she whispered against his neck but refused to show her face.
He chuckled and pulled a hand through her hair as he stared up into the night sky. 'Indeed,' he hummed. He reached over and opened the plastic container. 'I was told you don't like strawberries. What about grapes?'
With a safer topic at hand, she peeked out from her hiding place to see him offer her the fruit. She reached out to take it, but he moved it out of reach with a chuckle. She pouted at him slightly and let her hand return to his shoulder with a nod. He plopped it into his mouth before kissing her, transferring it to her with a pleased smirk and a nibble to her lower lip.
She swallowed it before squinting at him. 'I hope you've planned how to get me home too. I could use the sleep.'
'Sleep?' he echoed, a wolfish smile taking over his face. 'No, my beautiful goddess, I will take you home to fulfil that other promise, but not to sleep.'
'What are you talking about?'
He moved his hand through her hair again and brushed his lips against hers as he replied, making her breath hitch and gut clench again at his words. 'You're not leaving the bed for the rest of the weekend.'