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“i trust you.”
Mint green eyes cut across the features before her. Beneath those shiny black circles she knew his eyes hid but she didn’t need to see past them to know that his eyes were trained on her
Her slender digits reached out and they landed softly atop the warm from wear black shinobi shirt covering his chest. She could feel the rise and fall even considering the fabric between them was thick.
Ebisu was someone she had come to trust, someone that she admired for his work ethics, and someone who made her laugh even if she was mostly teasing him when she did so.
It meant more than she could express to hear him voice those words.
“Thank you” Was all she could utter.
Sasuke is an enigma to many people. Understanding him requires sympathy of past circumstances and acknowledgement that who he is as a man was not of his doing.
He is the way he is, and he quit questioning that quite some time ago.
“Go on.” A throaty chuckle leaves his throat, and he tilts his head a little, raven strands tickling along the smirk. The choice is entirely hers; asshole or not, he certainly would never force another into the bedroom.
He wanted her willing; eager. For her, this might be curiosity of the past, but to him, she’s an avenue he has only been recently considering.
The door is wide open.
“I won’t be hurt if you decline, you know.”
While he waits for the answer, he shifts in his pocket for his cigarettes.
She wonders why he’s being like this with a small frown denting her forehead. Her emotions were getting the better of her and she knew it. What kind of shinobi was she to let her feelings have so much pull over her, anyways.
She frowns momentarily at the thought as his smooth and rich voice flutters against her hair.
Though she hadn’t looked up at him yet- she couldn’t bring herself to- she could practically hear the smirk on his lips.
“Of course I know that…” She said meekly, her voice coming out in a squeak. In reality she didn’t know what she wanted to do. She told him no already, but the moment he threatened to walk away, she felt her nerves set fire with fear.
“Sasuke-kun I…” Her words died out like a weak fire. I’m afraid that you’re going to hurt me.
She finally tilted her chin to peer up at him, attempting to keep the weariness of his mocking nature from her expression.
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misdirectedindulgence:
“You clearly heard me the first time. I don’t need to repeat myself.”
“Sa-Sasuke-kun…Why do you always say things like that?” A pout on her lip and pink coloring…
“YOU SEEM JUST FINE WITH IT.”
HE’S HOLDING A CIGARETTE WHILE MAKING A FEW PASSES ON SAKURA. HER REACTION AMUSES HIM, AND HE COULDN’T /JUST/ PICK ON NARUTO ALL THE TIME.
“I MERELY ASKED YOU A QUESTION, SAKURA. YOU’RE FREE TO SAY YES, OR NO, AS YOU WISH.”
A mixture of embarrassment and somewhat pleasure crossed up and down her body, leaving chills along her skin. She jerked her chin away from him, her eyes anywhere but his smug face. She composed herself and turned back to him, avoiding his slate eyes.
“I–I can’t do that Sasuke-kun.” Her blush found a way to continue poisoning her complexion longer than she wanted. “Asking me to do that…It’s..It’s too much.” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt.
