The loud, ear splitting shriek rips past my lips before I can stop it. With a jolt, I'm sitting up in my bed and hunched over, palms digging into the mattress beneath me. I gasp for air, chest heaving, lungs icy cold. My eyes sting something fierce, as if someone's poured lemon juice into them. I'm drenched with sweat. My core is hot, but I'm shivering against the bristling coolness of my room. "Alex, yeah?"
I jerk. Slowly glancing to my right, I see Deidara, sitting up beside me. His perfectly sculpted facial features are twisted with worry and concern. I cringe away from him. I didn't mean to wake him. Something lightly squeezes my shoulder and I look down. His fingers curl around my shoulder blade, steadying me.
His big blue eyes stare at me, shining in the soft moonlight that seeps through the curtains.
My heart clenches tightly in my chest. Despite the horrible remnants of my nightmare, my skin still feels as if it's on fire and my breath hitches in my throat at the sexy sight of him.
I let out a small raspy exhale.
Carefully, he pulls me into him. I submit to his arms and bury my face into the crook of his neck, whimpering. My arms wind around his neck and squeeze tightly. In turn, his arms wind around my torso and he lies back down, pulling me with him. His fingers run through my hair, tugging lightly through the dampened tangles, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
"It'll be okay, yeah." He soothes softly and I feel something feather soft brush lightly against the base of my jawline.
Were...were those his lips?
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"Ugh." I groan pitifully, arms thrown lazily around Deidara's neck. Said sexy artist chuckles softly, carefully climbing down the stairs, moving slow so my legs don't move. "Why do I have to move?" I whine, arms tightening their hold around his neck.
"You aren't really moving, yeah." He huffs, his grip on my thighs tightening as he finishes with the stairs and starts towards the door. "I'm carrying you, un."
I scowl and simply shake my head, burying my face into the crook of his neck. He opens the front door and shuts it silently behind him. It's still only two o'clock in the morning. Everyone, save for Sasori and the two of us, are still blissfully asleep. I'm surprised my scream didn't wake them, but as it turns out, Naruto characters can sleep like the dead.
"Where are we going?" I decide to whine again.
When you're hot and sweaty, tired as fuck, and in constant pain, you aren't really much a traveling companion. Deidara chuckles and shakes his head, glancing down to look at my face. I puff my cheeks out like a puffer-fish and skewer him with my eyes. He grins impishly, though I can see the nervousness that swims around within those gorgeous blue eyes of his."Someplace, un."
"That's not an answer." I pout.
"Sure it is, yeah." He closes one eye in a wink. "It's just not the answer you wanted."
I fall silent, slightly impatient. This is my compensation for listening in on his conversation two days ago with Danna. I'm going to let him do whatever and wait for him to man up and tell me himself. I figure if he likes me as much as Danna seems to think he does, he'll get over his dickless-ness and tell me. And if not...well, I guess he doesn't like me that much.
My fingers touch a strand of his long silky blonde hair. I toy with the strand, curling it around my forefingers, and watch it carefully. His hair is so soft it's unreal. It's like silk mixed with cotton candy and velvet to the touch. I like being close to him, his arms curled around my knees and my back, holding me to his chest. His deliciously musty scent is all I can smell. I can feel his heart beating through the thin material of our shirts, of our skin, racing a mile a minute. I can feel his warm, smooth skin against my cheek.
It's like my own little piece of heaven.
Red, yellow, and orange leaves crunch beneath his feet. It's already October now and the leaves have started falling. Halloween is coming up, my favorite holiday of the year, and I can't wait to see what the Akatsuki plus dress as. I also signed for renovations on my house. A contractor will be coming soon, to scope out the area and see what kinds of additions can be done. I was thinking maybe a separate guest house for Pein and Konan and several more rooms and bathrooms.
I might even be able to get my ninjas to do all the handy work for me, so I don't have to pay...
We step through the trees and out into a smaller clearing that is several hundred yards away from my house. I hadn't realized we'd walked that far-err, he'd walked that far. In the clearing, is a small running stream filled with fishes and waterlilies. A small tire swing dangles from a nearby branch, swinging lazily in the chilly nighttime breeze. I used to play here as a kid with my brother.
In fact, I remember using that exact swing to bop my brother over the head...
"Have you been here before, yeah?" Deidara walks over towards the bank and stops several feet short, carefully lowering me to the ground. I cling to his shirt, obviously not wanting to let go of my sole source of warmth, and he chuckles softly as he plops down beside me and pulls me into his lap.
I nod. "This place has been here for ages. I used to make my brother spin me on that swing." I giggle.
He glances over, eyes immediately finding said swing, and chuckles again. "I found it when we were playing tag, un. I thought you'd want to see it."
"Has anyone ever told you how sweet you are?" I beam up at him.
"Maybe once or twice, yeah." He chuckles.I curl up into his chest, nuzzling my nose against the warm skin of his neck. Unable to suppress my wide smile, I glance up at him, still keeping my lips pressed against his skin. "Deidara?"
"Hnm?" He hums.
"Why'd you really bring me out here?"
Deidara stiffens. Even in the darkness, I can still see a tiny amount of pink flooding his cheeks thanks to the moonlight. His fingers curl around my biceps and lightly pry me off of his person, holding me out slightly so he can see my face. I slightly tilt my head to the side, a slender brow lifted, a silly grin plastered to my face. His baby blues soften and his lips part, mumbled words fumbling past his lips. He looks so cute and innocent and adorable that I totally miss his words.
He stares at me for a few moments, trying to read my expression, and then almost gives me a heart-attack when I see dejection slowly sweep through his features. His shoulders start to droop slightly, hopeful smile starting to fade.
My heart clenches. "Whoa, wait a minute. Did you say something?" My eyes wide and I blink back into reality, panic lacing my tone.
"It's...nothing, yeah." Deidara smiles faintly and shakes his head slightly.
I blink. Holy...shit...I hope he confessed, because otherwise this might turn out to be a bit awkward for him.
With the speed of a ninja, I grab his face and wrench it towards mine, slamming our lips together. Deidara gasps softly in surprise, his blue eyes widening incredulously, and I can feel his gaze on my closed eyelids-which really makes me uncomfortable. I wait a few moments, moving my lips slowly against his unresponsive ones. A frown graces my features and I start to edge back and pull away.
His hand sneaks through my hair, fingers tangling within the brown strands, and pushes my face back. Suddenly, his lips are moving with mine fiercely and dangerously. My heart explodes in my chest, sending wave after wave of electricity pulsing through my veins with each explosion that follows. I feel my arms unconsciously wind around his neck, pulling him closer to me, and his other arm coil around my torso. My chest flattens against his, sending up a wave of fluttering sparks, and I can feel his heart race with mine. Something traces along my bottom lip and I automatically open. His tongue darts out to meet mine, the pink muscles drawn into an epic fight for dominance. After what feels like hours, I kill my stubbornness and surrender to him. Carefully, his tongue maps out the inside of my mouth and then begins to massage mine. I moan softly into the kiss.Then, all too soon, we break away.
I pant loudly, gasping in gulps of much needed air. Deidara does the same, a wide boyish grin toying with his features, and my lips twitch up into a grin. "Did that answer your question?" I breathe.
"Somewhat, yeah." He chuckles.
I scowl, "What do you mean somewhat?"
"I asked you if you liked Itachi, un."
I blink and then bust out into laughter. Deidara does the same, only he decides to fall backwards onto the grass whilst doing so. Giggling, I twist my upper torso so I'm hovering over him slightly and nuzzle my nose against his. "No, Deidara, I don't like Itachi like that. I think he has a thing for Pinky."
"Pinky, un?" He chuckles, lightly tangling his fingers into my hair.
"Oh, Sakura. Sorry." I giggle. "I forget sometimes that I only use certain nicknames in my head."
Deidara laughs. Gently, he pulls my face down to meet his once more and presses his lips against mine. I smile into the sweet kiss and apply the same amount of pressure in response. He lets me go and I pull back slightly, lips hovering centimeters above his. Our eyes lock. Something sweet, something tangible darts in between the small space between our orbs, connecting us. His eyes soften.
"I love you (un)." We whisper softly, simultaneously.