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endless_scrolls) wrote2010-08-05 02:30 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2010-08-05 02:30 pm
Handle With Care
Title: Handle With Care
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Untimely Sickness [ Wordcount: 752 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mention of Aburame Shino, Haruno Sakura, Yakushi Kabuto
Pairing(s): Hints of Sasuke/Tenten, implications of Sasuke/Sakura, implications of Shino/Tenten
Warning(s): A brief moment of violence
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
circleobetrayal that eventually inspired the fic 'Inheritance of Betrayal.' Theme borrowed from 30_tortures and completely got away from me. In massive form. That I should've broken up into two or three smaller fics, Holy Freakin' Hell. >_>; Part two of three.
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
its_game_time
With a sudden ripple through the mattress, Tenten felt rather than saw the other's head snap in warning. And even though her eyes were unfocusingly at the ground, there was no ignoring the burning sensation of his gaze against the kunoichi's bare back. But still, she said nothing. Remained still and unmoving while the silence stretched on while his own thoughts and resolve slowly gave in to reality like she knew they would. They always did when he was left with nothing but the truth to focus on.
And would react in the most unpredictable ways to bury his own demons.
"...You're taller than she is, anyways."
Wordlessly, her caramel-colored eyes slide up towards the gentle curve of her shoulder, determined to hold on to her stubborn resistance for at least another second -- always one second more -- before crumbling under the temptation and turning just far enough to see the outline of his frame against the lamplight. Where his were already swirling red in anticipation. "And you're shorter than he is."
Months before, Tenten would have been nervous about facing the Sharingan so openly like this. But as she had learned long ago, that technique was only reserved for battle. And as conflicting as they tended to be both on and off of the field -- as... interesting as the idea might have been to implore such tactics now -- this was far from the sort of situation he would see fit to abuse such an advantage.
He scoffed lightly at her words. In amusement. In pity at the lack of sting in her retort. It didn't matter which. Besides, Sasuke was anything but angry, the kunoichi knew. She would already be dead if he were. Patience was not his greatest of traits, nor was his good temperance. Still, he needed her, though he was loathed to admit it out loud. And it was with that thought that she sat up from the bed, shifting around to face the Uchiha whilst disregarding any sense of propriety or decency as the fabric fell from her body. After everything, they were far past formalities and amenities at this point for their state of dress (or undress) to matter much, if at all.
"Your hands are too calloused."
"Yours aren't calloused enough."
"She's stronger."
"So's he."
His eyes flickered to her again. And that was all the warning Tenten got before her back is pressed against the mattress once more. Before she could even take another breath to react. Or to stop it.
The heavy weight of his palm clamping down on her windpipe is the first and only clue that she had taken things too far; that they both have. There was very little the young Uchiha valued more than his own strength and prowess, made apparent in the forceful reaction he displayed now. At the same time, he had given quite a blow to her pride as well. However, it would not be the first time Tenten found herself at the mercy of his rough grip and at least the soft bedding cushioned the pressure a little. But Sasuke realized that the same moment she did and, out of instinct and habit, pressed a fraction harder just to rid her of that small comfort. And while small tendrils of panic shot through the girl's nerves, she only gritted her teeth under the strain. She was a kunoichi, after all, and one of the Leaf just like him, as much as he would deny it to everyone and himself. It would take much more before she gave in to his whims.
Besides, she would be no good to him dead.
Finally, when her lungs burned stubbornly for air -- when her throat ached in defiance for reprieve -- Sasuke relented against his dark nature and released his hold. Coughing at the sudden rush of oxygen, the kunoichi took a moment and simply let the life flow back into her body and her soul. To let the quiet relief wash over her limbs at the minute feeling of renewed purpose, only to return to the world with his face mere inches above her own. Long and calloused fingers brushed along the impression that he had left behind around the kunoichi's neck. That she still felt clenching around the muscles. Tenten could already feel the bruises forming; could see them coloring in her mind's eye. What a sight they will be in the morning. What a time she will have explaining them to Kabuto.
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Untimely Sickness [ Wordcount: 752 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mention of Aburame Shino, Haruno Sakura, Yakushi Kabuto
Pairing(s): Hints of Sasuke/Tenten, implications of Sasuke/Sakura, implications of Shino/Tenten
Warning(s): A brief moment of violence
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community of
circleobetrayal that eventually inspired the fic 'Inheritance of Betrayal.' Theme borrowed from 30_tortures and completely got away from me. Dedicated to:
its_game_time With a sudden ripple through the mattress, Tenten felt rather than saw the other's head snap in warning. And even though her eyes were unfocusingly at the ground, there was no ignoring the burning sensation of his gaze against the kunoichi's bare back. But still, she said nothing. Remained still and unmoving while the silence stretched on while his own thoughts and resolve slowly gave in to reality like she knew they would. They always did when he was left with nothing but the truth to focus on.
And would react in the most unpredictable ways to bury his own demons.
"...You're taller than she is, anyways."
Wordlessly, her caramel-colored eyes slide up towards the gentle curve of her shoulder, determined to hold on to her stubborn resistance for at least another second -- always one second more -- before crumbling under the temptation and turning just far enough to see the outline of his frame against the lamplight. Where his were already swirling red in anticipation. "And you're shorter than he is."
Months before, Tenten would have been nervous about facing the Sharingan so openly like this. But as she had learned long ago, that technique was only reserved for battle. And as conflicting as they tended to be both on and off of the field -- as... interesting as the idea might have been to implore such tactics now -- this was far from the sort of situation he would see fit to abuse such an advantage.
He scoffed lightly at her words. In amusement. In pity at the lack of sting in her retort. It didn't matter which. Besides, Sasuke was anything but angry, the kunoichi knew. She would already be dead if he were. Patience was not his greatest of traits, nor was his good temperance. Still, he needed her, though he was loathed to admit it out loud. And it was with that thought that she sat up from the bed, shifting around to face the Uchiha whilst disregarding any sense of propriety or decency as the fabric fell from her body. After everything, they were far past formalities and amenities at this point for their state of dress (or undress) to matter much, if at all.
"Your hands are too calloused."
"Yours aren't calloused enough."
"She's stronger."
"So's he."
His eyes flickered to her again. And that was all the warning Tenten got before her back is pressed against the mattress once more. Before she could even take another breath to react. Or to stop it.
The heavy weight of his palm clamping down on her windpipe is the first and only clue that she had taken things too far; that they both have. There was very little the young Uchiha valued more than his own strength and prowess, made apparent in the forceful reaction he displayed now. At the same time, he had given quite a blow to her pride as well. However, it would not be the first time Tenten found herself at the mercy of his rough grip and at least the soft bedding cushioned the pressure a little. But Sasuke realized that the same moment she did and, out of instinct and habit, pressed a fraction harder just to rid her of that small comfort. And while small tendrils of panic shot through the girl's nerves, she only gritted her teeth under the strain. She was a kunoichi, after all, and one of the Leaf just like him, as much as he would deny it to everyone and himself. It would take much more before she gave in to his whims.
Besides, she would be no good to him dead.
Finally, when her lungs burned stubbornly for air -- when her throat ached in defiance for reprieve -- Sasuke relented against his dark nature and released his hold. Coughing at the sudden rush of oxygen, the kunoichi took a moment and simply let the life flow back into her body and her soul. To let the quiet relief wash over her limbs at the minute feeling of renewed purpose, only to return to the world with his face mere inches above her own. Long and calloused fingers brushed along the impression that he had left behind around the kunoichi's neck. That she still felt clenching around the muscles. Tenten could already feel the bruises forming; could see them coloring in her mind's eye. What a sight they will be in the morning. What a time she will have explaining them to Kabuto.