well this certainly got away from me.
This started out as a tiny drabble...but as you can see, turned into something else altogether.
TentenxGaara. Because crack=love.
Definitely rated PG13. Actually, R.
Tenten never expected to see him again. Escape had been, after all, her last resort, and the only thing she thought would work. But like everything else, it had failed. He was there again, standing there, staring straight at her. Her stomach clenched and she felt the familiar wave of longing. She wanted to run to him, fall into his arms. But she couldn’t. That was the reason she left after all, wasn’t it? She couldn’t need him this much-she couldn’t want him this much. It had ruined her before, hadn’t it?
Their eyes met. Tenten forgot where she was. All she saw was the pale green that engulfed her. And she moved forward. Every step she took was torture. Her stomach felt full of molten lead, fizzing and bubbling and choking her and she just wanted him. She needed him to make it better, to make it go away.
She said nothing when she came up, standing right in front of him. He just looked down at her and raised a hand to her face.
“You left.” He whispered, running his calloused thumb over her cheek. His voice seemed to tremble, but surely that was an illusion. She shook her head, tears coming to her eyes already. She hated this feeling of weakness, hated what he did to her.
“I can’t be weak anymore.” She murmured, hands seeking his, feeling the familiar warmth, “I hate what I’m becoming, Gaara.”
He didn’t say anything, because he understood too well. But he covered her hands with his, drawing her closer to his body, filling the aching void. She was frightened, frightened to meet his lips. She knew what would happen if she did.
He knew, so he pulled her away with him, down an empty alley, deserted except for the rats that searched for scraps among charred trash. He pushed her against a wall, lips going to her neck and there was nothing she could do against the throbbing chasm that she had already fallen into.
The contours of their bodies, so familiar, meshed together and their burning lips met. Tenten had no time to hate herself anymore, no time to fear, as her hands wove through his hair and his hands slid up her back. She hitched her knees up around his waist, the bricks behind her scratching against her back as his hands went to her breasts. She choked out something, but even she didn’t know what it was.
The kiss deepened and she shut her eyes, feeling everything. Feeling his tongue trail along the roof of her mouth, his hands on her bare skin now, the loose fabric of her top that had been ripped apart by his greedy hands, and the heat, the heat that tore over her in waves, unrelenting.
His lips left hers, trailing down her neck, her collarbone, then her breasts, she arched her back, pushing her body into his, incapable of doing more than gasping.
She wanted to stop, but she couldn’t. She could imagine her body without his wrapped around it. She couldn’t imagine how frigid it would feel, how utterly alone she would be. So she kept holding on to him and gave up on fear.
She gave in completely, letting him enter her and leave bittersweet kisses all down her body. She knew that she would never feel like this without him. Pleasure, pain, ecstasy and inescapable sadness washed over her.
She nearly cried when he left her, but instead she shut her eyes as he stepped back, adjusting his clothing and wrapping a robe over her. She retrieved the few articles of undamaged clothing she had and pulled his robe around her. It smelled like him. And somehow, in that moment, that was enough for her.
He walked her back through the village without saying a word except asking if he could walk her home. She had nodded. When they stopped in front of her apartment he kissed her, hard and long and she clung to him. “Please,” she murmured, ashamed, “Come in.”
But he only shook his head and disappeared into the crowded streets leaving her alone. She couldn’t take it now, the loneliness, she cried out to him, yelling his name so that everyone stared. But he was gone. And the only thing that devastated her more than that was that he was stronger than her. He did what she couldn’t. And that alone, was enough to shatter her.
{the reasons all have run away, but the feelings never did}
TFR!!!
TentenxGaara. Because crack=love.
Definitely rated PG13. Actually, R.
Tenten never expected to see him again. Escape had been, after all, her last resort, and the only thing she thought would work. But like everything else, it had failed. He was there again, standing there, staring straight at her. Her stomach clenched and she felt the familiar wave of longing. She wanted to run to him, fall into his arms. But she couldn’t. That was the reason she left after all, wasn’t it? She couldn’t need him this much-she couldn’t want him this much. It had ruined her before, hadn’t it?
Their eyes met. Tenten forgot where she was. All she saw was the pale green that engulfed her. And she moved forward. Every step she took was torture. Her stomach felt full of molten lead, fizzing and bubbling and choking her and she just wanted him. She needed him to make it better, to make it go away.
She said nothing when she came up, standing right in front of him. He just looked down at her and raised a hand to her face.
“You left.” He whispered, running his calloused thumb over her cheek. His voice seemed to tremble, but surely that was an illusion. She shook her head, tears coming to her eyes already. She hated this feeling of weakness, hated what he did to her.
“I can’t be weak anymore.” She murmured, hands seeking his, feeling the familiar warmth, “I hate what I’m becoming, Gaara.”
He didn’t say anything, because he understood too well. But he covered her hands with his, drawing her closer to his body, filling the aching void. She was frightened, frightened to meet his lips. She knew what would happen if she did.
He knew, so he pulled her away with him, down an empty alley, deserted except for the rats that searched for scraps among charred trash. He pushed her against a wall, lips going to her neck and there was nothing she could do against the throbbing chasm that she had already fallen into.
The contours of their bodies, so familiar, meshed together and their burning lips met. Tenten had no time to hate herself anymore, no time to fear, as her hands wove through his hair and his hands slid up her back. She hitched her knees up around his waist, the bricks behind her scratching against her back as his hands went to her breasts. She choked out something, but even she didn’t know what it was.
The kiss deepened and she shut her eyes, feeling everything. Feeling his tongue trail along the roof of her mouth, his hands on her bare skin now, the loose fabric of her top that had been ripped apart by his greedy hands, and the heat, the heat that tore over her in waves, unrelenting.
His lips left hers, trailing down her neck, her collarbone, then her breasts, she arched her back, pushing her body into his, incapable of doing more than gasping.
She wanted to stop, but she couldn’t. She could imagine her body without his wrapped around it. She couldn’t imagine how frigid it would feel, how utterly alone she would be. So she kept holding on to him and gave up on fear.
She gave in completely, letting him enter her and leave bittersweet kisses all down her body. She knew that she would never feel like this without him. Pleasure, pain, ecstasy and inescapable sadness washed over her.
She nearly cried when he left her, but instead she shut her eyes as he stepped back, adjusting his clothing and wrapping a robe over her. She retrieved the few articles of undamaged clothing she had and pulled his robe around her. It smelled like him. And somehow, in that moment, that was enough for her.
He walked her back through the village without saying a word except asking if he could walk her home. She had nodded. When they stopped in front of her apartment he kissed her, hard and long and she clung to him. “Please,” she murmured, ashamed, “Come in.”
But he only shook his head and disappeared into the crowded streets leaving her alone. She couldn’t take it now, the loneliness, she cried out to him, yelling his name so that everyone stared. But he was gone. And the only thing that devastated her more than that was that he was stronger than her. He did what she couldn’t. And that alone, was enough to shatter her.
{the reasons all have run away, but the feelings never did}
TFR!!!