Her heart drowns,
whole body sinks under water.
Naruto-kun...
Why her flesh leaps at the thought of him, she does not know.
Then she comes back for air,
eyes lost within beads of emotions.
She gasps for breath
and hears faint sounds of someone else moving in the water...
His face is blank. She thought he will scold her.
But he appears the same way as she does.
Hair is flowing. Pale skin is glowing.
He is stiff and naked.
When she let useless words come out, he moves closer.
Suddenly, she feels the water getting warmer.
His eyes travel. He studies every visible inch of her.
She looks away flushed, she'd stare at him too, only she did not.
She will never dare to offend him.
But then she cannot admit to herself
that she is also interested in the taste of her own blood.
She knows how much he loves her.
She is just not sure if she feels the same way too.
Yet, when he kisses her, she surrenders.
The waters are distraught by moving hands and colliding bodies.
Embarrassing, how she gives in so easily
Is she that needy?
At the moment of pure hurt from failed romance,
she does nothing but savour his touch.
If she says so, he will stop.
But perhaps she desires this also.
To get her mind off-
Naruto-kun.
She came.
Same eyes met as she came
to a realization that she has hurt him.
Not Naruto but this man right here.
The man who feels pain at the expense of her pleasure.
Ashamed, she pulls her body away.
But he does not let go.