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(10-11-05) (Naruto) Encounters (Of a hostile kind)
Hey! I think this is what, my 4th entry now? But yeah. It's a Happy Belated Birthday to Naruto, to be honest =D Eek, one day off! Oh well. Comments and Crit. Appreciated! (x-posted in my journal)
Title: Encounters (Of A Hostile Kind)
Day/Theme: October 11th, I know how furiously your heart is beating.
Series: Naruto
Character/Pairing: SasuNaru
Rating: pg-13 for smooches!
“What is all this?” The man felt (a feather-light touch) under his high-collared shirt, felt that heavily beaded necklace that left a bulge under the collar, but he didn’t care.
“A necklace.” Stating the obvious, but he stated it as if it was all he had, a little defiantly mixed in with the odd whisper for approval.
“From whom?” The brunette was slowly unbuttoning his shirt (top to bottom as he always did), slipping blue button from hole slowly but surely.
The name was kissed away in moments, swept away by a tongue, that tongue, invading his mouth, tasting of peppermint and cinnamon, the blonde’s favorite coffee flavor.
He was smirking, black eyes fixed onto blue and holding him there.
“I know how fast your heart is beating,” the man hummed at his ear, and the blonde gave a soft reply moan, giving into the touch, and the taste, and oh, the smell. “I can feel it under my fingers, under my hand.”
The blonde choked, “Would you like to come in?"
Title: Encounters (Of A Hostile Kind)
Day/Theme: October 11th, I know how furiously your heart is beating.
Series: Naruto
Character/Pairing: SasuNaru
Rating: pg-13 for smooches!
“What is all this?” The man felt (a feather-light touch) under his high-collared shirt, felt that heavily beaded necklace that left a bulge under the collar, but he didn’t care.
“A necklace.” Stating the obvious, but he stated it as if it was all he had, a little defiantly mixed in with the odd whisper for approval.
“From whom?” The brunette was slowly unbuttoning his shirt (top to bottom as he always did), slipping blue button from hole slowly but surely.
The name was kissed away in moments, swept away by a tongue, that tongue, invading his mouth, tasting of peppermint and cinnamon, the blonde’s favorite coffee flavor.
He was smirking, black eyes fixed onto blue and holding him there.
“I know how fast your heart is beating,” the man hummed at his ear, and the blonde gave a soft reply moan, giving into the touch, and the taste, and oh, the smell. “I can feel it under my fingers, under my hand.”
The blonde choked, “Would you like to come in?"