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[rahbid]

TARGET   :   UCHIHA, OBITO. LOCATION   :   @sainthey​​​​​ ASSIGNMENT   :   OTHERWISE PROMPTED. ENCRYPTED   :   FURTHER DECODING NEEDED.

DECODED   :    neither of them is completely naked, jezebel's shirt is halfway gone, obito's pants pooling somewhere around his knees. all in all one might get the impression of a rather rushed affair & it isn't, technically, & yet the chose the least comfortable position to be in. the rough stone wall digs into her back, her ankles are crossed behind his back. there are better places to do what they have in mind but jezebel did that little squealing noise when obito held her up with just one arm wrapped around her middle, free hand playing around inside her pants .... he would rather lose that arm than admit there'd be more comfortable & practical ways (or that this does not happen as effortlessly as he'd like to believe)

RESPONSE   :   

         he touches her and she swears she sees god. it's all new sensations, like eletricity crakling beneath her skin. her jacket is discarded on the floor, thin shirt bunched up and tucked under her chin to prevent it from getting in the way. he shoves her skirt up her thighs, eliciting another delicate noise from her lips   (   reddened, nearly bruised from how hard she'd kissed him   ), this time in the form of a gasp rather than a squeal. she knows this is not the perfect time nor place, but the second his hand so much as grazed her clothed cunt, she was in unspoken agreement   ---   she'd rather lose an arm than give this up.

        she knows no one is coming, but there is an excitement to doing this outside of their own bedroom anyway, even as she feels stone dig into her back. the marks it leaves behind will be temporary, a stinging reminder of their tryst when they share a shower later. and god, the way he holds her with one arm, as if she weighs nothing at all   ---   it makes her dizzy, makes her head swim with lust and pure desperation. without even fully realizing it, she's begun moving her hips against his hand, pushing his fingers needily into the most sensitive spots, encouraging him to stroke delicate circles around her clit. it is clumsy, his arm is probably going numb from being pinned to his side by her leg, she knows she could slip down at any second and yet, she simply does not care. her desperation is tangible and from that alone, it's not long before she's letting out a choked, whimpery gasp and her teeth are sinking deep into the flesh of his shoulder as he feels wet seep through the soft, cotton fabric. 

        ❝   wait  ---   ❞   she half sounds disappointed at finishing, as if it all ends there. her clit is raw from stimulation and when he grazes it again, even her painless self can feel how it makes her wince.  

        ❝   i want more   ---   ❞   she isn't entirely sure what she's asking for, nor how to ask for it. the world beyong her sheltered life is still so new, but what she does know is she trusts obito and she wants him, hungrily, greedily.  she wants him the way the characters in her book want one another   ---   quickened heartbeats and the delicate grazes of hands. how the tension builds and builds until it explodes. this has been a long time coming and yet, the detonation still threw her off and in all the fire of it, she wants to be burned.

        ❝   please?   ❞   added very softly, as if she were asking for something much grander than for the man she loves   (   and who loves her   )   to fuck her already, as if his pants aren't already around his knees for it. greed had always been a sin, so too was lust and both she indulges in now with a voracious desire, hips angling to tease the tip of his cock with her cunt.