the ninja and the pirate

After the sunset Nami helped Deidara to get back onto his bed and as soon as he had laid down his head, he was asleep, his battered body exhausted by the excursion. Seeing the blonde defenseless and asleep Nami sat down next to his bed and watched his face in the dim light of the fire. There were so many things that she wanted to know about him but she didn’t dare to ask. Her gaze trailed over his scratched and bruised body and only her strong will and concern for the other prevented her from touching him all over. With a deep sigh she stood up and went to her own bed.

Like those other nights, she had troubles to sleep and not because she was anxious for her friends but because the images of the man who slept soundly just a few steps from her. She could see his lips, his back, his torso, his smooth skin before her eyes as if they were standing in bright daylight.

A heat that Nami rarely had had the opportunity to enjoy rose between her legs pressed thightly against each other. It traveled up to her chest, her nipples getting hard and erect at its passage and reached her mind. The things she could see now were of a much less innocent kind than those before. Nami imagined Deidara naked, bending over her and kissing her passionately. She could taste his lips, his hands touching every inch of her body and could almost feel his long hair between her fingers. Her slip – she slept with only her slip and her top – was already wet from her love-juices and she somehow became overly aware of how the fabric of her cloth rubbed over her slightly damp skin and hard nipples. Giving in to the temptation, she reached down for her womanhood with one hand and started groping her breasts with the other. She was glad that she was usually a quiet one when masturbating because any suspicious noise would wake him up and Nami would have rather died than experiencing this kind of situation.

Her slender fingers slipped past the elastic of her slip, covering her duvet and arching into the hot and wet slit. She trailed up and down, coating her fingers with her juices before getting closer to her clitoris. With her middle finger she rubbed at the skin surrounding her vibrant knot while gently pressing against the swollen lips around it with her other fingers. She pressed her legs even tighter to increase the growing passionate heat and her breath became shorter. Sweat covered her skin and she could feel something swell up within her, a wave, close to overpower her. Her middle finger accelerated the rhythm, making her forget how to breathe, driving her in an exquisite madness of pleasure. The wave came. Nami shuddered as her orgasm took over every rational thought or reaction, spasms shaking her body.

Slowly her breath calmed down and her thoughts came back from the irrational fog. Her hands left their places and after she had rubbed of the sticky juice from her fingers, she just placed them on her make shift pillow. Nami felt her heartbeat in her ears, throbbing as if she had just run a marathon. Her mind slipped off into the darkness of sleep, clouded with restless desires for a man she barely knew.

This time Deidara woke up as Nami was just putting on her clothes. Out of the corner of his eyes, he observed her bottom, swinging naughtily as she pulled up the tight skirt she wore. Her hands, clasped into the stubborn fabric, had a unaware grace in them which only true beauties possess. With a tiny little blush he remembered the dreams he had had during the night. A blushing Nami, naked, beneath him, writing in pleasure and looking wantonly at him, her lips invitingly open.

He shook his head, forbade himself to think stuff like that. A hard-on right now would have been rather embarrassing. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of her getting ready. When he deemed that it was acceptable for him to be awake, he opened his eyes and got up with a moan as his body protested against the movement. He felt stiff and still like a puppet that has been disbanded and reassembled in an inexperienced manner. This comparison reminded him of Sasori.

Sasori.

He chuckled as he remembered his dead comrade. Those had been the fun days with Akatsuki. The grumpy redhead had been even with their constant disputes about art a very pleasant and satisfying co-worker. Back in those days he had been able to live for his art, Akatsuki being just a secondary preoccupation. Without Sasori, the only guy in that godforsaken group he would have called some kind of a friend, it became oppressing and every time he had stated his art, it had felt hollow and fake without the ideal of art as an eternity as a comparison. Tobi had been only a pain in the ass and the diminishing comrades had only put a heavier burden on him. Although Deidara hated to state this fact in mind, his art wasn’t enough to support his life anymore.

The moment Deidara had blown himself up into the sky, he had been free. So free that it actually scared him a little. No hold, no rules or restriction in life, he felt lost like a leaf in a storm.
With some effort to hide these confusing thoughts he managed to grin back at the welcoming smile of the orange-haired woman at the entrance of the cave.

“I’m going to get our breakfast. You can take it easy.”

Deidara nodded as he couldn’t take off his gaze from her fingers, perfectly wound around the edge of the entrance as they trailed along the dark rocks when her hand glided on the walls as she left the cave. It struck him that she was a living piece of art. Perfect like a doll and yet so full of life that she shone inside his head like a rising sun. Deidara knew deep inside himself that he had fallen in love with her at first sight and even if their ways would part one day, he would always remember her.

“So this is want you truly meant by eternity, Sasori no Danna, un?”, he said to himself as he stepped outside.

Nami blushed as she strolled in the dense forest. She picked some fruits and decided that she would try to fish later on. While doing this she remembered what she had done during the night and how much she had wanted to fall over him, tear his few clothes away and drown in ecstasy together with him. The impossibility of such an event made her sigh in regret and she asked herself why she felt like this towards him. She barely knew him and still he occupied so much of her thoughts that it was almost unbearable. No man had had this impact on her before. Suddenly she let the fruits fall, slumped down along a tree and covered her mouth, her body shivering and tears trickling down her cheeks.

‘How could I? How could I??? Why did I… wish that I could stay forever… like this, here on this island? How could I wish that… Ruffy and the others… never find me?’

She clutched her own body while the tears flowed down stronger and stronger until she couldn’t suppress the cries. As if everything that made her the proud and confident navigator of the Strawhat Crew was crumbling beneath the betrayal in mind. All she wanted was to beg her friends for pardon and cry out her soul but there was no one. Suddenly the thought struck her that all might have been some kind of illusion, that Deidara didn’t exist but in her fantasy.

Franticly she jumped up and ran desperately towards the shore. Branches whipped her legs, arms and her face as she fought her way back, scratching the skin. She fell and jumped up immediately, reaching out for the faint yellow spots between the trees. With one last effort she broke through the border of the forest and stumbled upon the warm sand. Panting, she stared at the shore and the rocks with eyes opened wide by panic. Then she saw him.

Deidara had been stretching his aching muscles on the shore when he felt the presence of someone approaching. Surprised he looked at the origin of it and saw Nami break through the thick woods of the forest. She looked terrified and desperate. Fear grasped Deidara’s hearth. His body reacted without a single care for his injuries and he jumped forward. At an arm length from her he landed and drew her into his arms, jumping back in a split second while holding her so as to get at a safe distance from whatever could have scared her that much. She wasn’t able to stand and fell on her knees.

Supporting her softly Deidara went down on one knee, glaring at the thick forest in front of them. His heart was thumping like gone wild and Deidara got a kunai out of his little weapon bag he had always kept on him. Endless seconds went by as the only sound he could hear were the soft little cries of the orange-haired woman in his embrace, the sound of the waves and the song of the leaves in the wind. As no one or nothing came out of the jungle, Deidara allowed himself to relax a little bit and turned his attention to Nami. She had calmed down a bit and shivered only occasionally, a soft little cry escaping her trembling lips.

“Hey, what happened? Un.” Deidara whispered in her ear.

Nami who had only leaned her fists against the bare chest of the blonde ninja suddenly let her hands wander up and drew her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face at the junction between his neck and his shoulder. Deidara forgot how to breath for a moment as he felt her body plastered against his. Automatically his arms wrapped themselves around her thin waist and her back, softly caressing her shoulder. The kunai had fallen to the ground and he finally took a deep breath, inhaling her unique scent. He held her like she was a precious and fragile jewel, a pearl from the oceans deepest ground. They just stayed like this, not talking, just feeling the other.

After a while Nami relaxed her grip around Deidara’s neck and slid down with her head until she was just above his heart. Deidara gulped a bit as she was right next to the most dangerous part of him but just as he wanted to open his mouth to warn her she started talking. Her voice was low and faint so that Deidara had to listen really carefully to make out what she was saying.

“… You’re real… I’m not dreaming or anything…”

Deidara caressed her back and answered softly:

“I’m real. Don’t worry, I’m here. What happened?”

Nami trailed with her fingers over his chest. Then she answered with a voice that barely hid the underlying tears:

“… I betrayed my comrades… Betrayed them…”

Deidara didn’t understand how she could have betrayed her comrades so far and so he didn’t how to answer her. He searched for words of comfort, of friendship, of calm, of love but they didn’t come. The only thing he could do was to shut up and wait for her to speak. But she didn’t. She just lay in his arms, limp like a broken doll and soulless like dead one.
Deidara decided after one more hour like this that they should move. Carefully he lifted her up, ignoring his protesting body and walked over to the cave. He put her down on her bed but as he wanted to stand up, she grabbed his arms and yelled:

“NO! Don’t go! Don’t leave me alone!”

Her nails dug deeply into his skin, leaving red marks all over his forearms. She cried and trembled like a leaf in a storm. Her crazed eyes searched for something inside his face and her breath became irregular. Gasping for air but not expiring any, Deidara recognized the signs of hyperventilation. Frantically he looked around for bag to reduce the amount of air she got but there was nothing to use. So he picked up her spasming body and pressed his lips against hers.

Interminable minutes went by as she fought for air in his iron grip. Sometimes he would draw away so as to get some fresh air himself and kiss her almost immediately again. Slowly, slowly her breath regulated and her movements became less involuntarily. Deidara relaxed his arms around her and softened the pressure of his lips. With a twinge of regret he drew away, looking into her eyes as she slipped into oblivion. Gently he trailed butterfly kisses all over face while laying her down on her makeshift bed. He wrapped a cover over her and as he remembered that she had somewhat had had a shock about him leaving her, he wanted to leave a proof of himself while he would go to get some water and food so he laid his Akatsuki coat over her. He kissed her on her forehead as a silent good-bye and walked out.

When Nami woke up, she was in the cave. Blurrily she remembered being carried there and what had happened afterwards. Again panic rose up inside of her that she had just made this up in her sleep but as she sat up, she noticed the black fabric covering her. The sturdy coat with the red clouds smelled like earth and sun as she lifted it up to her nose. With shaky legs she stood up and pulled the cloak over her shoulders. It felt as if Deidara was hugging her softly, like he had done before.

Wondering where the other was, she staggered outside, still drowsy from her unconsciousness and sleep. The last sunrays from the red dying sun illuminated the little beach. Deidara was standing where the gentle waves brushed against the shore, wetting his feet and tights. He had attached his long hair into a high tail, offering a free view on his slender, yet trained neck and shoulders. He was bareback on top of that. Having obviously felt her presence, he turned around towards her.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah… kind of.”, replied Nami as she sat down on a rock.

He came closer and sat next to her on her right on the sand. In silence they watched the sun go down. The only sounds they heard where the waves and the soft breeze in the leaves of the forest. Nami had never felt this much at peace with an almost complete stranger and although she knew that this should be some kind of scary fact, she just enjoyed being near him. She turned her gaze towards him and studied his profile. Her gaze trailed over every line of him, studying every possible detail she could find and it seemed to her as if she would always find something new. The urge in her to touch his hair and skin to see if it was really so smooth and alluring as it looked became so strong that she couldn’t resist anymore. She stretched her hand out and touched his neck.

Deidara’s eyes widened at the unfamiliar touch but he didn’t flinch and just looked a bit nervously out of the corner of his eyes towards her. Nami understood this as a yes to her touch and began to explore slowly his left shoulder and neck. Even though she had touched his skin may times before when she had been looking after him in his fever, she had never felt this electric feeling when her fingers had made contact. His skin was as hot like melting iron and yet as cool as glass to her and it sent waves of shivers down her spine with every second her hand lingered on his body.

Her hand trailed up to his face and as he finally turned towards her, she cupped his right cheek, drowning her gaze in his eyes. Deidara laid his own hand over hers and moved it to his lips. Softly kissing her fingers, her palm and her wrist he never let go of her with his eyes. She shivered under the blondes caresses und began to wish that he would touch her more and more. For the first time in her life Nami wanted to truly offer herself to a man.

Deidara stretched his arm and put his hand on her neck, feeling the fast heartbeat beneath her smooth skin. He trailed up, controlling his hand-mouth to be still and rubbing his thumb over her rose lips. She closed her eyes and took his hand, pressing her own lips over those on his hand. No one had ever done this to him and this feeling almost made him lose his mind. He slid closer and drew his free arm around her waist. He then pulled his other hand away from her lips, pressing gently down on her neck, so as to bring her face just centimeters away from hers. He stopped for an instant, searching for any doubt in her unwavering gaze and as he found none, he wrapped his lips around hers.

The incredible sensation of her skin on his was better than any “kisses” they’ve had had before. The first time he had been too drowsy to feel it correctly and the second time it had been rough and more like mouth-to-mouth-resuscitation. Now it was gentle and soft like silk with the intoxicating effect of the finest perfume.

All doubts had been blown away from Namis mind. All she could feel now, was Deidaras lips on hers and his arm around her waist. Suddenly the distance between them was unbearably big and she slid down from her rock and kneeled down between his legs. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her and he did the same. Deidara was exploring every corner of her lips, varying the pressure of his touch but Nami wanted more. She opened her lips a little bit to tease him and to invite him to go further. He immediately understood and licked first over her lower lip before introducing his tongue in her wet and hot mouth.

The instant their tongues made contact, both lost every resistance and drowned in the passion. Breathless they kissed and kissed, plundering each other, tasting, melting together until they forgot where the other began and where they ended. Pressing their bodies against each other in a senseless and mindless state, their embrace was so strong that it was a sweet pain which none of them wanted to lose. With a swift movement Deidara lifted Nami so as to sit her in his lap where she could pull her legs around his hips. Her excited womanhood was rubbing against his hard bulk in his trousers as she grinded her hips against his.

Just as Nami though she would lose consciousness from the lack of air, Deidara pulled away from her lips. Nami felt a twinge of regret but as she gasped for air, he began to trail hot kisses over neck and shoulders. She dig her fingers in his hair and somehow managed to open his pony tail. His hair flowed down freely and danced with every of his movement as he traveled down with his head. She could feel his cold yet hot hand beneath her shirt trail patterns over her belly and go up to her breast. Her nipples were long hard and pushed almost painfully against her bra. Deidara stopped slightly when he touched her bra, he didn’t seem to be familiar with such a thing.

Nami reached behind her back and unhooked it and Deidaras hand slipped past the undone restriction to massage her breasts, caressing her nipples. Suddenly the feeling of fabric between their heated skin was unbearable and Nami tried to take off her shirt. Deidara helped her and took her right nipple in his mouth the moment it was free. Nami moaned as she could feel his tongue dance over her sensitive bud. She trailed her hands over his back and shuddered as the hand-mouths began kissing and licking her wherever they passed.

Suddenly Deidara let go of her breast and kissed her again. With a free hand he pulled the lack cloak from the rock and spread it over the warm sand. Then he cupped her ass with both hands and lifted her up while she clung to him like a drowning person to any kind of help. As if he was transporting the greatest piece of art in this world, he put her down on the silky fabric with every care. He parted from her lips, looking at the woman he loved so much, laying beneath him, her orange hair spread out on the black ground, her eyes clouded with desire, a pink blush covering her cheeks and the slightly bruised lips smiling at him.

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