[Fic] Nights Like Tonight
The tip of his cigarette glowed bright orange in the darkness as he sucked in a lungful of acrid smoke. Holding it for a moment, he released his breath slowly, watching as the moon caught the smoke in a play of bright whites against the black shadows. The cool autumn air chilled the sweat on his body causing goosebumps to form along his skin. He didn't shiver, though the form pressed close to his left side did, and he ran a soothing hand down the soft skin.
Nights like this only happened when the success of their mission was wrested from the grips of certain failure. It had been close. It was always so close. He needed the feel of his teammate beneath him, alive and responding to his body. The muffled cries of pleasure helped cleanse the fear and tension from his body. She burned away the thoughts of losing any more of them with her clever hands; her soft voice calling him onward encouraging, soothing, helping him to remember that there were other things in this life. She made him forget the near misses and the death they left behind. Her body seemed to bathe the blood from his hands as he caressed her perfect figure and brought her to completion.
Sighing softly, he ground the cigarette into the ground beside him and pulled a blanket over them as she shivered again. The mission was over, but they still had two days before they returned to their village. He had to savor this night. They would sleep alone after this. It was always the way. They only offered each other comfort on the first night. He smoothed his hand down her side, fingers trailing lazy designs on her skin until she shifted with a soft, protesting moan. His mouth curled into a smile which turned into a soft, relieved chuckle. Pressing his lips to her hair, he inhaled her soft, sweet scent and hugged her slightly until she settled once more into sleep.
Gazing back up at the sky, so obscured through the overhanging trees and the rustling, dried leaves, he knew that he would not trade all of his quiet, uneventful missions for nights like tonight. The rise and fall of her breasts against his side could never completely replace the fear of seeing his team so close to being destroyed, of seeing her face and hands covered with blood. These nights were precious, but he would spend the next two days reviewing the mission in his head, and by the time he reported to the Hokage, he would have a half dozen solutions to the sudden events that had turned this mission into a near failure. He would record them as well as the actual events, hoping that the young shinobi studying hard each day would be able to use the scenarios to make their own missions more successful.
Closing his eyes against the night, he sighed softly, deeply, letting the remaining tension ease from his body. He would do better next time; he made it a promise to himself. That someday, they would not need nights like tonight.
Nights like this only happened when the success of their mission was wrested from the grips of certain failure. It had been close. It was always so close. He needed the feel of his teammate beneath him, alive and responding to his body. The muffled cries of pleasure helped cleanse the fear and tension from his body. She burned away the thoughts of losing any more of them with her clever hands; her soft voice calling him onward encouraging, soothing, helping him to remember that there were other things in this life. She made him forget the near misses and the death they left behind. Her body seemed to bathe the blood from his hands as he caressed her perfect figure and brought her to completion.
Sighing softly, he ground the cigarette into the ground beside him and pulled a blanket over them as she shivered again. The mission was over, but they still had two days before they returned to their village. He had to savor this night. They would sleep alone after this. It was always the way. They only offered each other comfort on the first night. He smoothed his hand down her side, fingers trailing lazy designs on her skin until she shifted with a soft, protesting moan. His mouth curled into a smile which turned into a soft, relieved chuckle. Pressing his lips to her hair, he inhaled her soft, sweet scent and hugged her slightly until she settled once more into sleep.
Gazing back up at the sky, so obscured through the overhanging trees and the rustling, dried leaves, he knew that he would not trade all of his quiet, uneventful missions for nights like tonight. The rise and fall of her breasts against his side could never completely replace the fear of seeing his team so close to being destroyed, of seeing her face and hands covered with blood. These nights were precious, but he would spend the next two days reviewing the mission in his head, and by the time he reported to the Hokage, he would have a half dozen solutions to the sudden events that had turned this mission into a near failure. He would record them as well as the actual events, hoping that the young shinobi studying hard each day would be able to use the scenarios to make their own missions more successful.
Closing his eyes against the night, he sighed softly, deeply, letting the remaining tension ease from his body. He would do better next time; he made it a promise to himself. That someday, they would not need nights like tonight.