Sasusaku Month ’17: Day 8

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Prompt: Heartbreak hotel.

Title: Little Blue Box.

Rating: T

Summary: “Kiss me.” He said, “kiss you?” She questioned, “Yes, like she did”, he smiled. “Okay, close your eyes.”

A/N: Guess what, I’m laughing at my own summary, I couldn’t find anything else to write, lol. Also, this fanfic has some major drama, I just couldn’t help myself. So here ya go, enjoy!

‘Little Blue Box’

The rays of sun were creeping into the hotel room through the window left open, shining over the creamy sheets that were barely covering their bodies as they laid there, in each other’s arms. Light air breezes were hitting her soft skin as a moan escaped her lips as a morning reflex. She tried to shuffle her body, failing to do so because of a strong grip around her.

She turned a little, careful not to disturb the boy holding her. His arms holding her beautifully close to him, one wrapped around her flat stomach, a blush dusted her cheeks as she noticed the placement of his other hand, just underneath her breasts. The pace of her heartbeat increased when he slightly shifted his body, pulling her closer, and his fingers brushed the lower side of her chest, sending shivers down her spine. He was still drowned in his deep slumber when his thumb started rubbing her soft skin and his hand shifted upwards, cupping one of her breasts. Her face was by then painted in crimson, embarrassed, she stayed still in her spot, unable to move her body. Paralyzed.

She couldn’t understand why she still found herself trembling under his touch, after all, they had been together for almost 7 years. And waking up next to him, with barely anything covering their entangled bodies, his arms massaging her gently, his fingers travelling all over her petite frame, shouldn’t be having such quivering effects on her. But she just couldn’t help but shudder due to the impact of the fluttering butterflies in her belly and the throbbing state of her heart.

Her back was pressed against his chest, his face buried in the crook of her neck, the strands of his dark, dark hair tickling her smooth skin. His exhaled hot breath, hitting her skin, sending calming effects all over her body. The pace of his breathing was calm, his eyes closed shut, his intoxicating scent ruling her conscience. He shifted one of his legs in between hers, in a way that intertwined their bodies. And because of these little movements, she assumed he was in the process of waking up.

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