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Marakai Trin

Itachi wondered if his beautiful little bird knew just how easy it was for her to disarm him. His cheeks actually reddened slightly, and not just from her pinching him.

"'Devastatingly handsome,' eh? That's a hell of an ego boost, coming from you, Bird." He grinned, brushing aside the hand on his lap before quickly pulling her to him to take its place, his hands both snapping to her waist to pull her atop him.

How he missed this, truly. The scent of her, the sound of her voice, the feel of her touch and the way that her form seemed to fit so snugly against him, not to mention the sheer beauty of her, all these things set his head to buzz more than the  richest of spirits.

His hands trailed up her sides, fingers making only the barest of touches upon her skin. Slowly, those fingers edged under her shirt, grasping at the skin on her ribs.

He didn't want to let go, not like he'd had to. A month was far too long, he realized. And, while he knew they'd have to be apart again, eventually, he dearly hoped it wouldn't happen again. Not anytime soon, at least.

In time, his hands ceased their travelings, merely holding her there a moment, before he pulled her to him once again for a kiss. Into this kiss, he poured every moment he'd spent thinking of her the past month, every second he'd missed her, loved her from across the distance.

Blink

Fire was the only way to describe how her skin felt under his touch. Now laying across his lap Jaela kissed him as intensely as he kissed her. Their lips intertwining as they expressed how deeply they needed one another.

When their lips finally parted Jaela kissed his jawbone, making her way towards his neck. For a few moments she pecked her lips against the sensitive flesh whilst his hands lingered at her ribs. Whispering into his ear her lips brushed his skin just barely. "I love you."

Marakai Trin

Her kisses along his jaw and his neck sent a series of shivers down his spine, and he found himself lifting his head away from her to provide better access.

Her softly spoken words, barely a whisper, spoke volumes in his ear. "Gods...I love you too." His hands slid up her back, and he relished the feel of her soft skin under his fingers. "More than you can ever know."

He pulled her against his chest, just wanting to feel her there. Lightly, his fingernails would dig into her skin, holding her there, unwilling to let go.

Blink

Continuing her assault on Itachi's neck, Jaela shifted herself when he pulled her in closer. When his fingers dug into her back it was torture, causing her entire body to tense for a moment. She couldn't help it and before she knew it she was lightly biting the skin on his neck, craving so much more.

"Do you remember..." she paused between bites as she moved her way around his jaw and onto the other side of his neck. "... when I was hurt... and we were in the bath together..." A sinister giggle then escaped her throat.

"... oh how you tormented me." Her breathing was picking up as she continued kissing his neck, the fire within her building. "And do you remember..." again she paused to move her lips along his neck. "... how I tormented you... and the things you wanted to do to me."

Marakai Trin

Itachi let out a terse groan, pulling away only slightly to give his reddened neck a break from her teeth and her lips. His eyes opened to peer down at her, and he couldn't help but grin.

"You and I seem to have a history of tormenting one another. One way or another, always trying to one-up each other....who do you think will win?"

He knew the answer to that - they'd both been playing these games for years, and almost everyone has been an unwilling participant. Yet they'd found enjoyment in their games with one another, a sort of thrill derived from misdirection and guile. Neither of them could win, not really. But it didn't make it any less fun.

His hands slid again down her back, torturously slow, ending to rest just above the waistband of her pants. And then, he leaned forward, pushing her back slightly to return her ministrations upon his flesh.

He started at the hollow of her throat, just barely grazing her skin with his teeth as he bit and nipped, relishing the smell of her so near to him. From there, his mouth crawled up and down her neck, from one side to the other, reddening her skin with gentle bites and kisses.

Finally, he found his mouth near her ear, and he spoke into it, his voice almost gravel. "And to answer your question...I remember everything I wanted to do with you...in the bath...."

He graced her ear with a tiny bite, before quickly ducking under her head to her collarbone.

"....while we were in your room...." he again punctuated his words with a nip to the skin there, followed with a kiss before he was at her other side.

"....the morning after, and those torturous days before we went our separate ways...." he found the soft spot where her jaw and neck met, and felt her pulse under his lips as he pressed a kiss there.

Blink

As Itachi returned the attack on her own neck Jaela tensed, her muscles aching for so much more. With each pause she found herself tortured by the lack of contact yet set on fire by his words.

"Oh Itachi..." she whispered between heavy breaths.

Yes, games were always fun... especially when Jaela was the one winning them.

After his last kiss on the sensitive bit of her neck, Jaela softly moaned as she couldn't take it anymore. Despite how much her body appealed the motion Jaela pulled her neck away from him. "Do it then..." she whispered.

Peridot eyes dared Itachi to do all the things he wished he could have a month ago. Moving her hands down her chest Jaela slowly began pulling her shirt off, tugging it over her head and flinging it on the table behind them. With her breasts now exposed Jaela leaned in close to him again, pressing her body against him as her hands rest on his shoulders while she sat on his lap.

Again with her lips by his ear Jaela whispered one more time before giving a subtle nip on his earlobe "... I dare you."

Marakai Trin

"I dare you."

Those three words set his blood on fire, her teeth on his ear set his heart to pounding. The drum beat in his chest was akin to the marching drums of war - powerful, passionate.

That same passion sung through him as he lowered his head from hers, and began to assault her breasts. Again, his teeth would graze her flesh, lightly dragging down their swell and leaving naught but rose-colored lines in their wake. When he neared his goal, his teeth were foregone in favor of the tongue - he traced wet circles around the tip of her breast, coming so close to contact with that rose-colored bud yet still so far away, pointedly neglecting it, making her want it if he could.

His hands slid yet further down, pushing down the waistband of her pants to reveal more of her perfect flesh, though he found his progress impeded with her position. He didn't care - he simply wanted to touch her, to again explore her body like he'd done a month before. When he couldn't lower them further without moving her, the palm of one hand simply pushed beneath the fabric, cupping her rear in one hand.

Blink

She was putty in his hands as Itachi ravished her chest, tormenting her with his lips. Again Jaela cried out as Itachi heavily teased her and in her mind, all Jaela could think was that this was a downright act of war.

With his hands sliding down her waist and pushing down the band of her pants she thought for sure it was game over, and she was all too willing to submit. However, when his hand cupped her from behind that devilish grin emerged on her lips. He couldn't go any further or risk pushing her off of his lap. That, in turn, could result in her having a chance to walk away... there was no way he would risk that.

Slowly she began swaying her hips while on his lap, clothing separating them from the ultimate act. Careful not to allow even an inch of a gap she kept herself firmly against him, feeling him so close yet so far away.

To add insult to injury Jaela waited until there was a break in his lips on her breasts and with it pressed them against his chest, leaning forwards just a smidge as she arched her body to fit his.

Marakai Trin

Itachi let out a groan that sounded akin to pain, feeling that sweet friction between them. As his eyes squeezed shut, he could see stars behind his lids, tiny pinpricks of neurological light as his blood rushed, his heart pounding.

The way they fit together was a marvel, her breasts crushed against his chest driving him mad. Lust and love waged a war, heart and loins battling against one another. He opened his eyes and saw her, arching against him, pushing into his chest.

From his throat came a low, throaty growl of hunger as he took in the sight of her. Some corner of his mind told him that she was trying to rile him up - and she'd succeeded. Now, she could reap her reward.

With only some difficulty, he pushed off of the couch, his other hand joining the first at her rear, squeezing tightly and anchoring her against him. He carried her like that, supporting her weight against his chest and with his two hands.

The table, luckily, was narrow and low, and stepping over it was simple. A few loose pages fluttered to the floor - he could care less. Two strides took him to the bed, and once there he allowed her to pitch backward and land on it.

He grinned, though, a devilish line full of white teeth that creased his cheeks just so, and still held her lower half by the waistband of her pants. With her legs held up, he began to drag upward, sliding them off of her legs to bunch around her shoes.

He put himself in a precarious position, then - he ducked down, squeezing his head between her bare legs and voluntarily head himself in place, trapped by the tangled mess of her pants behind him. A quick twinkle of his eye was all the warning he gave her before he lowered his head down to her.

The scent of her in his nose was simply intoxicating, as he lowered himself toward her womanhood. Even with the barest of space, he placed his hands on her inner thighs and moved his head forward.

And then he assaulted her again with that tongue, seeking to make her scream if he could.

Blink

All was going as planned as Jaela grinded herself on him, only to be lifted moments later and carried over the table and to the bed."Dammit" Jaela hadn't anticipated such a move. She thought for sure Itachi would break at the swaying of her hips and that would be the end of it.

However, to her surprise, she was now falling back into the bed, and it didn't even end there. Itachi still had the waistband of her pants within his grasp ensuring there was no way she could roll away. "Dammit..." again he moved another piece nearing closer and closer to winning the game.

With pants now at her ankles Jaela lay at his mercy as Itachi maneuvered himself between them and herself. Sitting up just enough she saw the look he gave her and immediately knew... it was game over.

"He wouldn't"

Yet he did and marvelously so. Curling her toes Jaela grasped at the linens on his bed as her body shook from the intense pleasure of his tongue. Her screams would fill his room and most likely beyond, finding the ears of anyone nearby. This round was over and Jaela had lost, yet the riches of such a loss were well worth it.

Her legs twitched and her thighs burned as Itachi continued, Jaela's entire body on fire as she struggled to do anything other than scream out his name and pull at the sheets beneath her. Thankfully she had managed to kick one leg of her pants completely off her foot, leading to the other falling off easily. She was free at last yet couldn't bring herself to make him stop.

Marakai Trin

All he could hear was his name, echoing in and beyond the confines of the room, called by her voice in her throes of pleasure. All he could smell - her, her sweet flesh and her arousal, potent in his nose. He could feel her thighs, pressing in on him while she quivered and twitched.

She was putty in his hands. Itachi lifted his head away from her with a smug smile. "Well...you dared. I answered." He lifted himself away from her, noting that one leg of her pants had come free from her, and stood. In one fluid movement, he stripped his tunic shirt off of him and tossed it carelessly over his shoulder.

He brought a hand to his cheek, one finger pointing up towards his ear. "Now....what other method should I use to ravish you? I've had so much time to think, you see...." He grinned devilishly, looking down at her and again loving the sight below him.

Gods, but she was beautiful.

Blink

Out of breath, Jaela lay with her head back as she stared at the ceiling of his room. She heard him ask what else he should do and all she could do was laugh. Did he really think she was just going to let him get the best of her like that again?

Shaking her head she slowly pushed herself up, staring him down with feverish eyes. "Oh Itachi..." she whispered, now moving to stand on her knees on the bed. "... you forgot the most important question..." biting her bottom lip she scooted closer and closer to the edge, taunting him with her glare.

Once at the edge Jaela tilted her head, reliving the experience he had just submitted her to. "What is it that I can do after having so much time to think?" Tilting her head again towards the other shoulder she then winked, letting a moment of silence fall between them.

Planting one foot first, followed by the other, Jaela was now standing before him. With one hand she pressed a palm firmly to his chest, pushing him backward more and more until ultimately he was against the wall. She wasn't gentle about it either...

With the wall at his back, Jaela pressed herself against him, sliding a hand up behind his neck as she pulled him in for a heavy kiss. Her other hand made its way down his abdomen, her fingertips pushing beneath the lining of his pants as she reached for the other parts of him. Slowly she made work of it, moving her hand to massage the part of him she loved second most to his heart. If he tried to touch her Jaela's heavy kisses would become even heavier and her hand down below would cease to move until he was no longer trying. She was being quite forceful about it, wanting to make the message clear that if his hands touched her at all... she would stop it all right now.

Marakai Trin

In only a couple moments time, Itachi found himself pinned up against the wall, her lips crushed against his in a heavy kiss. Fervently, he kissed her back, feeling as if his lips would bruise with the pressure between them.

And then he paused as he felt her hand encircle his manhood, and opened eyes he couldn't remember closing. He decided he'd return the attention, moving a hand to her womanly folds. Yet, as soon as he made contact, her own movements stopped and she kissed him in earnest.

He stopped, and pulled his hand away. She would start again. He found himself torn between wanting to touch her, and wanting to be touched in turn.

He grunted his frustrations against her lips.

Fuck it.

He settled with simply putting his hands on her waist and pulling her yet tighter against him. He'd stop her if he got too close.

Blink

Making work with one hand Jaela let her other grip become tighter on the back of his head, pulling at his hair just at the borderline of being painful. As the fire in their lips increased so did her speed down below, determined to make Itachi suffer the ultimate price for beating her in the first round in their neverending game.

Basing her instinct off the feel of him in her hand and his breaths Jaela gauged just how long she had left until it was game over. Finally releasing his hair from her hand she then slid it down to meet the other, pushing hit pants down to the floor while her other hand was still occupied.

After that she ceased all movement, releasing him before giving him the same look he had given her on the bed. "You're going down" her eyes spoke volumes to what she was thinking as she smirked at him. And then she dropped, hitting her knees on the floor as she took him in her hands once more. All too happy to return the wonderful hellish pleasure he had submitted her to Jaela then assaulted him, pulling him into her mouth.

Marakai Trin

Itachi's eyes bulged, his vision nearly flickering. Nerves and synapses pulsed and twitched when she stopped - he'd just been about to push her away, her attentions on him bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

And then she was gone from his vision, and his blood-neglected brain had to take a second to figure out where she'd gone.

He figured that part out pretty quick. Suddenly there was a draft all over his lower body, and his manhood was surrounded by a damp, euphoric sort of warmth, and he felt for a moment that he was in a different place.

Mindlessly, he placed his hand atop her head, his fingers curling tightly in her hair, guiding her without rational thought. His other hand pressed flat against the wall, fingers desperately seeking purchase against the smooth wood to no avail. He was trapped.

Truly, inexorably trapped.

He could feel himself being pushed closer and closer to that edge, feel himself spilling over into that abyss of pure pleasure. For a moment, his numb mind contemplated simply letting go, and giving in to bliss. And then.....

No...

He wasn't done yet. Not done with her, not after all this time.

He drew in a ragged breath, and gamely pushed her head off of his manhood. His jade eyes, wide and feverish, looked down at her half-crazed with a combination of passion and lust. It took nearly all he had to bend down and lift her up.

He wasn't too gentle about it, either, a sordid mimicry of her pushing him only minutes before.

He very nearly strongarmed her toward the bed, a hand on her shoulder pushing her chest first onto the sheets. Before she could move, his grip moved to her waist, lifting her up so her rear was lifted towards him.

He moved only one hand, and guided himself inside her. Inch by agonizing inch, he sank inside of her sweet, slick womanhood until he could go no further.

And then he began to move, slowly at first, gradually picking up pace. They'd see who would last longer.

Blink

It was working, everything was falling into place as Jaela prepared for him to admit defeat. That was at least until he pushed her back before guiding her to the bed with not so gentle hands.

Now on her stomach Jaela prepared for the inevitable and very nearly screamed out again when he pushed himself inside. Again she found herself gripping at the sheets beneath her as he picked up the pace.

Swaying her own body she matched his pace as she moved against him, picking up speed as he did. Once more she was screaming loud enough for anyone near to hear. She could feel herself building, about to tip over the edge and lose yet again another battle. Despite that feeling, she fought it, determined to last even a fraction of a second longer than him.

Digging her grip into the mattress Jaela's muscles began to tense all at once as she grit her teeth in desperation.

Marakai Trin

His mind was numbed, his body, his movements all guided by lust and the appreciation of the beauty below him. His eyes, glazed over and staring, still took in her shape, her curves, the sheer perfection that was Jaela. Those jade windows roamed over her back, her neck, her head, and lower.

His hands, clamped on her waist, too appreciated the feel of her skin, soft and smooth as silk. In time, his touch gentled, his pace slowed, his grip on her lessened.

Lust once again turned to love, and passion. For a moment, he had forgotten himself, lost in euphoric throes as he was. But here he was again, worshipping her for what she was worth.

Despite the easing of his pace, he had been far too close to his own climax to continue for much longer, but had gathered enough of his wits to make sure that this could be about her, too - this was more than just his own desire. And so, he continued on, pushing forward even through his own climax, sinking into her again and again even as he pulsed and spilled himself within her, groaning with pleasure.

His shoulders sagged, his body feeling light. But he was determined to see her through as well, to pull her over the edge after him.

"Jaela....Gods, I love you....I love you...." he panted, his voice ragged above her, thick with passion and adoration.

Blink

The moment her name left his lips Jaela released, letting what she had been holding back escape from within as she cried out. Her body twitched before suddenly falling lax, her muscles also loosening the moment the feeling had passed.

Taking a deep breath she crawled forwards on the bed, pulling herself from him before turning over to lay her back on the soft mattress. It was a welcome feeling as the cushion conformed to her body. Of course, she was smiling, taking note of the miniature victory she had just obtained.

"I love you more" she breathed, letting her arms lay above her head as she stared up at the wonder that was Itachi.

Marakai Trin

Itachi nearly fell when she moved, supported only by his knees against the bed frame. His head continued buzzing, lightheadedness threatening to push him over.

When she rolled over onto her back, her gaze would be met with his own, dazed and heavy lidded. He took in her body in silence, noting the flushed glow of her skin and the happy smile she wore.

This was an image he wouldn't soon forget.

Almost lethargically, he crawled onto the bed beside her, a tired smile on his face. Turning onto his side, he tossed an arm over her midriff, fingers massaging the skin on her side.

"I very much doubt that, love..." he said, still near breathless. "My feelings of you grow tenfold every passing day. I hope you're aware of that."

Blink

Adjusting herself to fit more comfortably against Itachi Jaela ran her fingers across the arm he draped over her stomach. Within her mind she kept repeating the special moments her and Itachi had already shared and now she could add this one as well. Just laying here in his arms made her feel more at peace than she had in years.

"Well if yours grows tenfold then mine must be at least twenty." Shifting her head she looked over at him softly smiling. "Before you, everything was just so...." Her eyes moved as she searched for the word. "... black and white. Yet now it seems as if everything is suddenly an entirely different color."

Turning, even more, Jaela rested her head on a propped up hand. "Lines are clearer and colors are more vibrant. I wake up every day excited about a future instead of just going through the motions of living."

"You are making me question the worth of everything else in my life."


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