Er..well..I..believe it's a one-shot. <<; Kind..of? o.o; We'll just go with one-shot because I have no idea what I'd call this. -coughhack-
So uh, it's kinda..fluff, not really. >> I can't describe this one, except that the idea came to me at 2:30 am while I was half-asleep (which is why it's so short) and I knew I was going to hate myself if I didn't write it. So I did. (: I actually like it, and yes, it's Shippuden. The only reason the icon is post-time skip is because I don't have any other appropriate icon for this. >>
And no, it isn't smut. x_e Yes, it's implied that they have an affair, but it's not smut thankyouverymuch.
So uh, it's kinda..fluff, not really. >> I can't describe this one, except that the idea came to me at 2:30 am while I was half-asleep (which is why it's so short) and I knew I was going to hate myself if I didn't write it. So I did. (: I actually like it, and yes, it's Shippuden. The only reason the icon is post-time skip is because I don't have any other appropriate icon for this. >>
And no, it isn't smut. x_e Yes, it's implied that they have an affair, but it's not smut thankyouverymuch.
- Lust Is A Sin
They never once spoke to the other.
Each night, their bodies did the talking for them.
Everyone thought the lack of communication was because of her childhood crush on the man and her loss of trust in him. Every time they were near each other, there was a noticeable tension, yet no one knew why. No one bothered asking, they simply assumed enmity. But no, they were dead wrong. Every absence of the sun called forth a meet for the two. Each time the last glow of orange died over the horizon and the moon shone brightly in the sky, they stole off into the night to see each other.
During those secret meetings, the two would promptly allow their body talk to perform the communciation. The most speech that was done was a quiet, excited whisper of his name escaping her lips. If people knew, they would assume the two were lovers.
But no, this was not love.
This was pure lust.
Not even lust for each other, lust for their own, personal wants. He, to revive his fallen clan, as it remained his only unaccomplished goal. His genes were strong enough to block out hers, making her such a desirable partner. She, to escape reality, if only for a short period of time. She longed to escape her life, the constant arguments of home, the loss of her love to a worthless sand-wench. True, they might have wanted this one some level hidden deep within them, but their lust overpowered any other emotion. They wanted it for all the wrong reasons, yet neither cared.
They were merely using each other, one nothing more than a doll to toy with to the other- the second mutual feeling between the two.
