[Log] Kisame and Tayuya.
Type: Private
Who: Kisame and Tayuya
Were: Kisame's appartment.
When: Last Monday evening.
Warnings: Tayuya's mouth, some drinking and mentioning of blood and violence.
So it was a little later than she had expected-- no big deal. Kisame wasn't exactly one who seemed like he'd throw a hissy fit if she showed up later than she'd said she would. Had she said she'd show up? There was something about drinking and then after this weekend's activities... everything became a little blurry.
Tayuya made her way up to Kisame's apartment door, and couldn't help but grin. They would probably have a lot to talk about; stabbing a certain Uchiha could do that. Two relatively light kicks to the door were all she needed to signal her presence, he'd probably figured out her knock by now. If he hadn't, she was a little slower than she'd given him credit for.
Kisame wasn't in the best of moods but that was to be expected, after all it wasn't every day you had you best friend more or less collapsing outside the front door. But it had been a while ago now and Itachi had fallen a sleep quite fast thanks to the blood loss. Kisame on the other hand was still very much awake, wiping the blood of his hands as the familiar knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. Throwing the towel over his shoulder he walked out and opened the door, not really sparing her much of a glance.
Looks like he'd already found out. Tayuya's pleased expression faded quickly into her patented scowl. "Well hello to you, too." Honestly, he looked like he'd just killed someone. White towel, blood stains-- yeah, didn't look so great.
"How's Itachi?" She asked, assuming the blood wasn't Kisame's. The fight had been relatively close to his apartment. It was reasonable to assume that Itachi'd walked here; she hadn't seen him at the hospital.
"Asleep, he'll be sore in the morning." Using the towel to rub some more at his hands Kisame just grunted and dumped it on the kitchen table among the other bloody pieces of cloth. The wound hadn't been too bad thankfully and had only required a few stitches. "I take it you were in on this some how?" Despite the slightly worry he felt over his best friend he didn't show much, well except perhaps the less friendly tone of his voice.
"You could say that," Tayuya shrugged, trying to keep herself from smirking. "I was the one who stabbed him." She didn't sound too concerned when she said it, mostly because Itachi wasn't dead. No more messes to clean up this time, thankfully. Outwardly, she appeared relaxed, but she was still pretty on edge about the whole thing. The last thing she'd expected to do was get into a fight with Itachi today, much less stab him. Wasn't as if she regretted it, though.
Gripping the hem of his shirt Kisame tugged it over his head and dumped it among the rest of the things on the table. "Then you should have killed him." Yes, again with the knives things, people really needed to learn that. He spared her a glance before gathering up the bloodstained clothes and towels and moved to dump them in a plain paper bag.
"Hey," Tayuya scowled at him. She couldn't help feeling a little offended. "I'm not the one who pulled a fucking knife, okay? Your shit-for-brains friend did, I just--" stopped him from killing someone. Her scowl deepened, why had she stopped Itachi? Other than the fact that pulling a knife in a fist fight was a bitch move. Wasn't like she was friends with Grimmjaw. God damn, she was getting softer and softer all the time. At least this time being soft didn't mean losing a fight. She didn't feel weak now, she just felt stupid. "I just stopped him."
So Itachi had been the one, not good. Itachi-san if anyone should know better, though apparently it seemed he didn't. Kisame would have to talk to him about that. "Admirable in that case." he told her as he pulled on a clean shirt and started to clean off the remainder of the mess from the table. "So.... beer?"
Tayuya grinned, "A beer sounds great, actually." She let out a breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding in, and finally started to relax a little. Not by much, but it was enough to realize how tightly knit her shoulders had been up until that point. "Did you call Kurenai?" She asked, thinking that someone should let her know. A wife cares for her wounded husband, right?
Placing the sewing kit away in on of the kitchen drawers he opened the cupboard and pulled out a few bottles of beer, and holding one of the out to her Kisame shrugged. "Kurenai-san? Why?" Now why would he do that? Sure she had been dating Itachi but it wasn't like telling her would make a difference.
Accepting the beer, she answered his question. "Because they're married, duh." Tayuya said this somewhat absent-mindedly, as she was concentrating on her beer-- more specifically, opening it. A pause, and she made a weird face. Was that something she shouldn't have said? Kurenai did say she considered Kisame a good friend, so she figured he'd know. She looked back up at him, wondering how much damage she might have just done.
Kisame just stared blankly at her for a while before taking the beer and easily opening before handing it back to her. Married? What on earth? Was he the only still sane one in the group? Opening his own beer he gulped it all down fast half thinking that maybe he should sit down, or maybe he should get something stronger. "...I see." was all he managed to get out before turning around to grab the half empty bottle of scotch.
Fuck shit, Oops! Tayuya blinked at him, "Shit, You mean you didn't know?" She hadn't even had a bit of her drink yet, but she imagined now would be a good time to start. Guess they wouldn't be calling Kurenai, then. She'd be lucky if she could snap Kisame out of it, probably.
"No, apparently that was conveniently forgotten." With a good reason, he felt like hitting something, hard. They didn't need more troubles and Itachi-san really didn't need any more obligations. Kisame just grumbled something quietly and walked out into the living area and sank down in the couch, and with the beer bottle securely on the table he took a long gulp from the bottle of scotch.
"Oh." Tayuya stood alone in the kitchen for a moment, taking a drink of her beer and then walked out with a sigh. Rubbing the spot in her forehead that suddenly started to ache, she stood in front of him. "I only found out by accident, Gramps." When he paused for air, she put her hand under his jaw and forced him to look up at her. "You're not really that upset about it, are you?" It was probably a bad move to even touch him, but she didn't care. Kisame upset about anything was like an episode of the twilight zone. Maybe she'd fallen into one and hadn't known.
"A bit surprised maybe, I don't think upset is the word I would use." He grinned at her and shook his head. It had caught him by surprise but that was all. He wasn't one to say what others would or should do, but it wasn't the smartest move he had to admit. "You look like you expect me to try and snap your neck at any moment." Kisame commented as he looked at her before taking another gulp from the bottle.
"It's been a long fuckin' week." Tayuya took a drink of her beer and sat down next to him. "I wouldn't be surprised if you'd tried," she sounded more than a little sour when she said this, her scowl only deepening. "Anyway, How's my favorite Grandpa?" She teased him before taking a much longer drink of beer. Damn, she'd have to get another one soon.
"Mh, butcher." Kisame responded and nodded, he wasn't the most eloquent when caught off guard and frankly he was having trouble digesting the marriage thing. "What about you? Why's the week been so long and pissy then?"
"Uhhn, got into some lame-ass fights, and I almost died." Tayuya replied rather matter-o-factly, and not saying much more. She wasn't expecting sympathy, and she didn't want it. She'd come over to have fun, right? Right. So fun they would have. ...Eventually, once they got drunk enough.
"Sounds entertaining enough." Yeah no real sympathy there, sure Kisame would probably have mulled it over if she had died but it wasn't something he reacted over much. It was a kill or be killed world after all. "I hope you kicked the guys ass for it. "
"Something like that." Tayuya shrugged, eager to drop the subject. Finishing off her beer, she scowled at the bottle. "You sure it's okay for us to be drinking with little Miss Uchiha-fag in the other room?" Anyone who'd been drunk around Tayuya at least once should know what she was like. Louder, more obnoxious, and more than a little flirtatious, and what with a guest in the house she was a bit aggravated. Even if it was mostly her fault.
"Are you worried he will wake up and tell us no and that we are behaving like bad children?" Kisame looked over at her with an almost amused grin. It was cute how she seemed almost concerned. Grabbing one of the unopened beers that sat on the table he opened it and held it out to her. "Worst case means I'll just have to make sure you're quiet."
Tayuya laughed, "Fuck no." She accepted the beer, smirking at him a little mischievously. "I just didn't think you'd want to chance your little wifey walking in on us fucking. He might get jealous." She laughed at her crude joke -if you could call it a joke- and drank some of her beer.
"I don't think he'd care and even if he does, why should I care?" Really, what business was it of anyone else who he fucked? It seemed just about everyone besides Sasori was doing a lot more than that. "Want to see how loud we can be before we wake him up?" Kisame grinned at her.
"Hnnn~" Tayuya grinned, leaning in a little closer to him. "Hell yes." Best idea she'd heard all week, maybe all year. It was hilarious enough just picturing the look on Itachi's face if he somehow did wake up from all the noise. He probably wouldn't-- but even still. She had to try hard to hold in her laughter.
Putting the bottle aside he gripped at the back of her neck and gave her a hard, demanding kiss. It was never said that Kisame was one to be nice, even to his friends and with Itachi in particular, Kisame liked to annoy him to a certain degree. Though it was usually done with a lot more finesse then this but well he wasn't going to complain, at all.
Kisame certainly did have a way of leaving her breathless and not in the sappy, romantic way either. Surprisingly, it made her feel safer than one would expect. Things between them wouldn't change suddenly and she didn't have to worry about her personal life being fucked with. She made a small noise as she slipped her tongue between his teeth and explored his mouth. If anyone could match Kisame's force, it would be her.
That was a think he liked about her, she was like him, she demanded respect and if he didn't give it too her she would probably take his tongue off with those sharp little teeth of hers. Pulling her down in his lap his hand slipped up her shirt and instantly started massaging her breast as his tongue started pushing against hers, he wasn't going to let her dominate the kiss and something told him that she probably wouldn't let him do so either.
Tayuya growled against him, still sober enough this time to attempt a fight for dominance. She'd only had one beer, after all. Appreciating the fact that he didn't waste time at all, she pressed back against his tongue with hers. His assumptions about her had indeed been correct. She suppressed the small laugh that floated up from the back of her throat and ran her nails against those just-healed scratches she'd left of his arms. What the hell had she done with her beer? She wondered briefly, noting the fact that she hadn't dropped it-- there were no noises of beer spilling all over the floor, so she didn't much care.
Pinching her nipple Kisame gripped at her hair, tugging her head back so he could bite at her neck. "Find something funny?" he asked in a low voice before sinking his teeth into her skin. It seemed she proved to be a very good distraction for him and he didn't spare the beer that most likely was soaking his couch a thought.
Who: Kisame and Tayuya
Were: Kisame's appartment.
When: Last Monday evening.
Warnings: Tayuya's mouth, some drinking and mentioning of blood and violence.
So it was a little later than she had expected-- no big deal. Kisame wasn't exactly one who seemed like he'd throw a hissy fit if she showed up later than she'd said she would. Had she said she'd show up? There was something about drinking and then after this weekend's activities... everything became a little blurry.
Tayuya made her way up to Kisame's apartment door, and couldn't help but grin. They would probably have a lot to talk about; stabbing a certain Uchiha could do that. Two relatively light kicks to the door were all she needed to signal her presence, he'd probably figured out her knock by now. If he hadn't, she was a little slower than she'd given him credit for.
Kisame wasn't in the best of moods but that was to be expected, after all it wasn't every day you had you best friend more or less collapsing outside the front door. But it had been a while ago now and Itachi had fallen a sleep quite fast thanks to the blood loss. Kisame on the other hand was still very much awake, wiping the blood of his hands as the familiar knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. Throwing the towel over his shoulder he walked out and opened the door, not really sparing her much of a glance.
Looks like he'd already found out. Tayuya's pleased expression faded quickly into her patented scowl. "Well hello to you, too." Honestly, he looked like he'd just killed someone. White towel, blood stains-- yeah, didn't look so great.
"How's Itachi?" She asked, assuming the blood wasn't Kisame's. The fight had been relatively close to his apartment. It was reasonable to assume that Itachi'd walked here; she hadn't seen him at the hospital.
"Asleep, he'll be sore in the morning." Using the towel to rub some more at his hands Kisame just grunted and dumped it on the kitchen table among the other bloody pieces of cloth. The wound hadn't been too bad thankfully and had only required a few stitches. "I take it you were in on this some how?" Despite the slightly worry he felt over his best friend he didn't show much, well except perhaps the less friendly tone of his voice.
"You could say that," Tayuya shrugged, trying to keep herself from smirking. "I was the one who stabbed him." She didn't sound too concerned when she said it, mostly because Itachi wasn't dead. No more messes to clean up this time, thankfully. Outwardly, she appeared relaxed, but she was still pretty on edge about the whole thing. The last thing she'd expected to do was get into a fight with Itachi today, much less stab him. Wasn't as if she regretted it, though.
Gripping the hem of his shirt Kisame tugged it over his head and dumped it among the rest of the things on the table. "Then you should have killed him." Yes, again with the knives things, people really needed to learn that. He spared her a glance before gathering up the bloodstained clothes and towels and moved to dump them in a plain paper bag.
"Hey," Tayuya scowled at him. She couldn't help feeling a little offended. "I'm not the one who pulled a fucking knife, okay? Your shit-for-brains friend did, I just--" stopped him from killing someone. Her scowl deepened, why had she stopped Itachi? Other than the fact that pulling a knife in a fist fight was a bitch move. Wasn't like she was friends with Grimmjaw. God damn, she was getting softer and softer all the time. At least this time being soft didn't mean losing a fight. She didn't feel weak now, she just felt stupid. "I just stopped him."
So Itachi had been the one, not good. Itachi-san if anyone should know better, though apparently it seemed he didn't. Kisame would have to talk to him about that. "Admirable in that case." he told her as he pulled on a clean shirt and started to clean off the remainder of the mess from the table. "So.... beer?"
Tayuya grinned, "A beer sounds great, actually." She let out a breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding in, and finally started to relax a little. Not by much, but it was enough to realize how tightly knit her shoulders had been up until that point. "Did you call Kurenai?" She asked, thinking that someone should let her know. A wife cares for her wounded husband, right?
Placing the sewing kit away in on of the kitchen drawers he opened the cupboard and pulled out a few bottles of beer, and holding one of the out to her Kisame shrugged. "Kurenai-san? Why?" Now why would he do that? Sure she had been dating Itachi but it wasn't like telling her would make a difference.
Accepting the beer, she answered his question. "Because they're married, duh." Tayuya said this somewhat absent-mindedly, as she was concentrating on her beer-- more specifically, opening it. A pause, and she made a weird face. Was that something she shouldn't have said? Kurenai did say she considered Kisame a good friend, so she figured he'd know. She looked back up at him, wondering how much damage she might have just done.
Kisame just stared blankly at her for a while before taking the beer and easily opening before handing it back to her. Married? What on earth? Was he the only still sane one in the group? Opening his own beer he gulped it all down fast half thinking that maybe he should sit down, or maybe he should get something stronger. "...I see." was all he managed to get out before turning around to grab the half empty bottle of scotch.
Fuck shit, Oops! Tayuya blinked at him, "Shit, You mean you didn't know?" She hadn't even had a bit of her drink yet, but she imagined now would be a good time to start. Guess they wouldn't be calling Kurenai, then. She'd be lucky if she could snap Kisame out of it, probably.
"No, apparently that was conveniently forgotten." With a good reason, he felt like hitting something, hard. They didn't need more troubles and Itachi-san really didn't need any more obligations. Kisame just grumbled something quietly and walked out into the living area and sank down in the couch, and with the beer bottle securely on the table he took a long gulp from the bottle of scotch.
"Oh." Tayuya stood alone in the kitchen for a moment, taking a drink of her beer and then walked out with a sigh. Rubbing the spot in her forehead that suddenly started to ache, she stood in front of him. "I only found out by accident, Gramps." When he paused for air, she put her hand under his jaw and forced him to look up at her. "You're not really that upset about it, are you?" It was probably a bad move to even touch him, but she didn't care. Kisame upset about anything was like an episode of the twilight zone. Maybe she'd fallen into one and hadn't known.
"A bit surprised maybe, I don't think upset is the word I would use." He grinned at her and shook his head. It had caught him by surprise but that was all. He wasn't one to say what others would or should do, but it wasn't the smartest move he had to admit. "You look like you expect me to try and snap your neck at any moment." Kisame commented as he looked at her before taking another gulp from the bottle.
"It's been a long fuckin' week." Tayuya took a drink of her beer and sat down next to him. "I wouldn't be surprised if you'd tried," she sounded more than a little sour when she said this, her scowl only deepening. "Anyway, How's my favorite Grandpa?" She teased him before taking a much longer drink of beer. Damn, she'd have to get another one soon.
"Mh, butcher." Kisame responded and nodded, he wasn't the most eloquent when caught off guard and frankly he was having trouble digesting the marriage thing. "What about you? Why's the week been so long and pissy then?"
"Uhhn, got into some lame-ass fights, and I almost died." Tayuya replied rather matter-o-factly, and not saying much more. She wasn't expecting sympathy, and she didn't want it. She'd come over to have fun, right? Right. So fun they would have. ...Eventually, once they got drunk enough.
"Sounds entertaining enough." Yeah no real sympathy there, sure Kisame would probably have mulled it over if she had died but it wasn't something he reacted over much. It was a kill or be killed world after all. "I hope you kicked the guys ass for it. "
"Something like that." Tayuya shrugged, eager to drop the subject. Finishing off her beer, she scowled at the bottle. "You sure it's okay for us to be drinking with little Miss Uchiha-fag in the other room?" Anyone who'd been drunk around Tayuya at least once should know what she was like. Louder, more obnoxious, and more than a little flirtatious, and what with a guest in the house she was a bit aggravated. Even if it was mostly her fault.
"Are you worried he will wake up and tell us no and that we are behaving like bad children?" Kisame looked over at her with an almost amused grin. It was cute how she seemed almost concerned. Grabbing one of the unopened beers that sat on the table he opened it and held it out to her. "Worst case means I'll just have to make sure you're quiet."
Tayuya laughed, "Fuck no." She accepted the beer, smirking at him a little mischievously. "I just didn't think you'd want to chance your little wifey walking in on us fucking. He might get jealous." She laughed at her crude joke -if you could call it a joke- and drank some of her beer.
"I don't think he'd care and even if he does, why should I care?" Really, what business was it of anyone else who he fucked? It seemed just about everyone besides Sasori was doing a lot more than that. "Want to see how loud we can be before we wake him up?" Kisame grinned at her.
"Hnnn~" Tayuya grinned, leaning in a little closer to him. "Hell yes." Best idea she'd heard all week, maybe all year. It was hilarious enough just picturing the look on Itachi's face if he somehow did wake up from all the noise. He probably wouldn't-- but even still. She had to try hard to hold in her laughter.
Putting the bottle aside he gripped at the back of her neck and gave her a hard, demanding kiss. It was never said that Kisame was one to be nice, even to his friends and with Itachi in particular, Kisame liked to annoy him to a certain degree. Though it was usually done with a lot more finesse then this but well he wasn't going to complain, at all.
Kisame certainly did have a way of leaving her breathless and not in the sappy, romantic way either. Surprisingly, it made her feel safer than one would expect. Things between them wouldn't change suddenly and she didn't have to worry about her personal life being fucked with. She made a small noise as she slipped her tongue between his teeth and explored his mouth. If anyone could match Kisame's force, it would be her.
That was a think he liked about her, she was like him, she demanded respect and if he didn't give it too her she would probably take his tongue off with those sharp little teeth of hers. Pulling her down in his lap his hand slipped up her shirt and instantly started massaging her breast as his tongue started pushing against hers, he wasn't going to let her dominate the kiss and something told him that she probably wouldn't let him do so either.
Tayuya growled against him, still sober enough this time to attempt a fight for dominance. She'd only had one beer, after all. Appreciating the fact that he didn't waste time at all, she pressed back against his tongue with hers. His assumptions about her had indeed been correct. She suppressed the small laugh that floated up from the back of her throat and ran her nails against those just-healed scratches she'd left of his arms. What the hell had she done with her beer? She wondered briefly, noting the fact that she hadn't dropped it-- there were no noises of beer spilling all over the floor, so she didn't much care.
Pinching her nipple Kisame gripped at her hair, tugging her head back so he could bite at her neck. "Find something funny?" he asked in a low voice before sinking his teeth into her skin. It seemed she proved to be a very good distraction for him and he didn't spare the beer that most likely was soaking his couch a thought.