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detectivestucks · 9 months

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To Touch a Sinner

Pairing: Obito x F!Reader

Summary: Post war AU where Obito survives, he is made to take a journey of atonement with you as you help him feel at peace with all parts of himself.

Warnings: violence, mentions of nudity, suggestive themes, mostly fluff

Word Count: 6.8k

They did it. Team 7 actually did it. They reemerge on the battlefield with a white-haired Obito slung over Kakashi’s shoulder. “Medic! I need a medic!” he shouts. Clearly Sakura’s chakra is drained from battle so you run over to them. You are slightly confused as to why you are being asked to save this man who had just murdered so many of your friends and comrades but you do as Kakashi asks. He’s laid on the ground and you get to work mending him. His eyes open slightly as he starts to heal. He sees your blurry face above him, an angel coming to his aid, before passing out from complete and utter exhaustion.

It takes two weeks of work between you and Sakura to restore him back to his full health. During that time Sakura explains to you what happened while they were traveling between Kaguya’s various dimensions. How Obito almost died saving Kakashi and Naruto and helped her rescue Sasuke from being lost forever in an alternate dimension. You began to understand why they felt compelled to spare him. He quickly won you over with his gentle demeanor. The visible wave of relief that washed over him every time you came to his room to check on him. It was as if he waited all day for you to step into his room. He would cast his eyes down and turn away despite the small smile he wore as he thanked you over and over again for all you did in a mesmerizing deep voice. You feign modesty, “It was no trouble, really. I was just doing my job.”

Of all the shinobi under your care, he was your favorite. He shouldn’t have been. You should’ve hated him but there was a softness to him buried under a hard shell that had recently been cracked open and that softness lured you in.

Eventually the day came where he was healthy enough to go to the prison. It hurt your heart to see him escorted away but the extent of his crimes could not be ignored. He was placed in a cell close to Sasuke, blindfolded and bound in a straightjacket. With Kakashi’s permission you would go down to the prison to visit him. Sometimes you would talk to him and tell him about your day, sometimes you were allowed to bring food and they would let you feed it to him. Sakura would come with you so that she could see Sasuke at the same time. The two of you had become rather close during this year.

One afternoon you were in the hospital when Sakura came running in. “They’re being released!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. You thought for sure that both of them would spend the rest of their lives in prison. I guess that’s the upside of having Kakashi as Hokage. He had a soft spot for both Uchiha’s.

Obito and Sasuke were escorted directly to the village gate. They were to take a journey of atonement before they could be allowed back into the village. You and Sakura made a beeline to get to the gate before they left. Almost out of breath from how fast you ran.

You look over at Sakura and Sasuke together.

“Sauske, let me come with you.”

“Maybe next time Sakura.” He says with a jab to her forehead.

You look up at Obito, who was looking at the ground. “And you, Obito? Would you like some company?”

Still turning his face away, as he always did, instead of an answer, he asks, “Why do you want to come with me?”

You were taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t know me. Sakura has loved Sasuke all her life. That’s why she wants to go with him, but you, you’ve only known me for a year, most of which I’ve been in prison for. Why would you offer to leave the village to spend time with someone like me?”

“Obito…I” You thought about your answer for a moment. Why did you care for him so much? “I guess it’s cause I saved your life. I feel responsible for you. I want to support you while you find your way again.”

“But why would you do that?”

You roll your eyes annoyed by his interrogation. “It was a yes or no question, Obito. Do you want me to come or not?” Sasuke and Sakura laugh.

He smiles at your cheekiness “Are you going to be this difficult the entire time?”

“Most likely”

“Well, I guess you can come. If you really want to.” He says to the ground before looking up at you.

He couldn’t understand it. Why was he willing to let a total stranger travel with him on such a personal journey? There was just something about the energy you brought with you. It made him feel warm and hopeful. You couldn’t explain it yourself either. You just knew you were willing to drop your entire life at a moment’s notice to help him. You felt attached to him after bringing him back from the brink of death on that battlefield, invested in the kind of person he was becoming.

You turn to Sakura, “Will the hospital be okay without me?”

“Yes” she smiles, only a tiny trace of jealousy in her voice. You both nod at each other before you turn to Kakashi. “Do I have permission to leave the village with him?”

Kakashi smiles “Of course, Y/N. You may be just what he needs.”

You go home and pack while Obito waits patiently outside the village gate. He had already wished Sasuke goodbye and was sitting down in the grass, pulling at dandelions while he waited for you.

You reached the edge of town once more and found where he sat, looking down on him, admiring how cute he looked playing with the weeds. The big scary former warlord toying with dandelion fuzz. “So where are we off to?” you ask

Spoken in his signature gravely voice he replies, “I guess we will just wander from village to village. If we hear of any problems, we’ll offer to help.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You say as you hold out your hand offering to help him up. You notice that even though it made more sense for him to pull himself up with his right hand, he chose to use his left. It was a little strange but maybe it’s just that his fabricated right arm didn’t heal as well as the rest of him. You felt a twinge of guilt, thinking that your medical skills weren’t good enough.

You begin to travel through the woods surrounding the Leaf but since you don’t have a mission or a deadline, instead of jumping tree to tree, you simply stroll through the forest at a leisurely pace.

You can tell Obito’s a little apprehensive about talking to you, not wanting to talk about how he’s been spending his recent years. You ask about his childhood instead. He doesn’t seem to want to talk about that too much either.

“Does it hurt to think back to the person you used to be?”

“A little. It makes me realize how lost I became.”

“It also shows who you have the capacity to be.”

He looks at the ground. “You have a frustratingly positive outlook on things, you know that?”

You shrug with a smirk. “What, is that such a bad thing?”

“No, but it’s irritating.”

“My apologies, I’ll practice my cynical ramblings instead.” You say thick with sarcasm.

He snorts with laughter while you give him a small elbow in the side. He seems taken off guard by the physical contact.

“I’m sorry” you apologize. “I didn’t mean to offend you with my touch”

He looks down, seemingly deep in thought, before he returns the gesture with a small jab of his own. Warmth spreads through your limbs as you smile in relief.

The sun is setting on your first day and you offer to build a campfire while he finds some fish to cook. Obito comes back with the fish and lights the fire you just built with his fireball jutsu.

You sit in front of the flames, watching them dance as your supper cooks. Obito sat down on your right hand side far away from you.

“Obito, you can sit closer if you’d like.”

“No thank you.”

“I don’t bite, promise.”

“Why do you want to sit close to someone like me?”

“Well, off the top of my head, because I enjoy your company.” You say with a tiny hint of derision.

“But why?”

“Does there have to be a why?”

“There does when it doesn’t make sense.”

You stand up and sit down close to him. “Because I want to.” you say softly but firmly. “That’s why.”

In truth, you still didn’t know why. You had been thinking about it all day but there was no real answer. You just wanted to be a good friend to him. He needed you.

The two of you continue to travel around the region together. Slowly Obito starts opening up about his recent years.

It meant the world to you that he trusted you enough to talk about the shameful things he did. Sometimes you would touch his shoulder or his forearm to let him know that you weren’t scared of him. You wanted him to know you weren’t going to leave him despite how gruesome some of his deeds were. Occasionally his stories kept you up at night but when you roll over and stare at his restful sleeping face you can’t help but praise him for pulling himself back after falling so far down into the darkness.

One evening you came to camp near a lake. “Obito, not to be rude, but we both stink. I think we should take baths. Why don’t we take advantage of our campsite tonight and rinse off in the lake?”

He nodded but he seemed apprehensive about it for some reason. “I’ll go first," you say, grabbing the bar of soap out of your pack. I’ll come get you when I’m done. He seemed a little relieved but again, you were completely unsure as to why.

You went down to the lake in a spot behind some bushes so that Obito could not see you from the campfire. You lay your dirty and rather stinky clothing on the shore by the towel and bring the bar of soap into the lake with you where you lather it on your skin, focusing on your hair, face, armpits and between your legs. Letting out a sigh of relief as you feel clean for the first time in several days, you step out of the water only to realize you forgot your clean clothes. There’s no way I’m putting those back on. I’ll just wear the towel and change while Obito is bathing.

With that thought you wrap the towel around your naked body and let your wet hair drip down your back. Walking towards the campfire you see Obito’s face immediately blush while there is a small amount of panic written across it.

“Where are your clothes?”

“I forgot to bring a clean pair.” You say with a small shrug. “Here’s the soap. You’re turn”

He takes the bar, looking down, trying to be respectful of your nearly naked figure, Obito felt his blood rush at the sight of your bare clavicle and shoulders. He feels his stomach coil as he admires you out of the corner of his eye. Did you know how beautiful you were? He rushed to gather his towel and clean clothes and head down to the lake to the same spot you had just bathed.

You begin changing, putting on bottoms when you see the soap bar Obito dropped in his haste. Towel covering your chest, you trot over to where Obito is to give him the soap. He had already taken off his shirt when you called his name. He turned towards you and your eyes widened. You had seen him shirtless before when you healed him on the battlefield but adrenaline stopped you from really noticing or caring about what he looked like. Now, under the faint light of dusk you see his toned body. His bulking pecs, lean abdominals, even the outline of his obliques all resting under cream and ivory skin. Your mouth fell open a bit, drool instantly pooling from the very sight of him. His face turned extremely red when he reached out his hand to grab the bar of soap. You didn’t mean to gawk. You turn around, ashamed of your reaction, as you walk back up to the fire.

You ate supper in silence that night. Eventually getting tired of the quiet you clear your throat.

“Obito, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare at you like that. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.” He continued looking down at his food. He hated the way he looked. Damaged both in body and spirit. What made it worse was that he was starting to have feelings towards you. You were his guardian angel. He wanted to impress you but there was nothing impressive about him. Or so he thought.

That night the temperature dropped lower than usual. Your wet hair was making you shiver and eventually you grew so cold it woke you up. You saw Obito snoozing away on the other side of the campfire. You hated to make him uncomfortable a second time that night but you needed his warmth. You brought your sleeping mat over to where he lay and gently rocked him awake. “Obito, I need to share your body heat. Would you please let me lay with you?”

“Huh?” he says all groggy, barely registering your words.

“My hair is still wet and I’m freezing, could I please lay with you?”

Obito’s heart skipped a few beats in his drowsy state. He nodded, lifting his blanket to let you in. You laid down next to him, serving as the smaller of two spoons. He draped his left arm over you, pulling you into him till your shivering subsided. The intimacy of the moment was everything he’d been wanting since he first laid eyes on you on the battlefield a year ago. You were beautiful, kind, and patient. Everything he was not. Yet here you were, in his arms.

Morning came and you woke to your face buried in Obito’s chest, both his arms wrapped around you, legs tangled together.

Butterflies released in your stomach as the grogginess wore off. You were supposed to be his friend. That’s what he needed right now but you gave into a moment of selfishness and pretended to be asleep just a little longer to stay enveloped in his strong embrace.

You heard him begin to stir as his deep rhythmic breathing became shallow. He pulled his head back to look down on you and you felt him give you a tight squeeze. Could it be that he also didn’t want this moment to end? Still pretending to be asleep you nestle into him deeper. He lets out a happy sigh of content. Suspicions confirmed, you greedily enjoy the morning cuddles for a few more minutes till the heat of the rising sun makes it too hot to remain in each other’s arms.

You stretch and pull away to look at him. “Thank you, Obito. I really needed that. I was so cold last night.”

He blushed heavily. “Anytime Y/N. I can’t have you freezing to death on me.”

You give a small hum in agreement.

You get up and continue your journey. You come across many types of groups over the next several weeks. Some of them are traveling entertainers, some of them are making their way to live in a new village, and many of them are merchants. If they have a broken wheel, you mend it. If they’re lost, you give directions. If they are sick or injured, you heal them. Together, the two of you are simply looking to make the world a little bit better with each interaction.

Almost two months into your journey, you come across a natural hot spring. The smell of sulfur in the air, you breathe deep, excited to feel the spring’s warmth. You ask Obito if he wants to join you for a soak.

“I-uh-I don’t know.” He stammers searching for an answer.

“Come on Obito, it looks so relaxing and my muscles are sore.” You say with a pouty face. “Don’t make me sit here alone.”

He smiles. Why are you so persuasive? “Fine, I’ll join you.” he says gruffly.

You wear only your towel to the spring and fold it neatly at the water’s edge before sinking down, submerging up to your shoulders. You sigh as the hot water hugs your sore body.

Obito tentatively approaches the spring. He gives you an uneasy look. You can tell he’s still uncomfortable about you seeing him with minimal clothing so you reassure him that you won’t look as he enters.

He leaves his towel on the side, next to yours, before stepping in. He sits down on your right side. He’s always to your right and you to his left. He drops down to his shoulders, like you, closing his eyes as he feels the relief of the heat melting his aching muscles.

“Aren’t you glad that I talked you into this?”

He opens one eye, turning his head slightly to look at you with a crooked smile. “You want credit for every idea that pops in your head?”

“Just the good ones” you say, scooting close enough to give him a light jab. He doesn’t mind when you do this anymore however both of you are currently naked and it made him nervous to have you so close to him.

You hear twigs snapping behind you. You both turn around with a start. Obito’s eyes flashed red. You grabbed a hold of his scarred ivory arm out of fright. Your fingers sinking into his bicep, body hidden behind his, momentarily forgetting you were both naked.

“It was an animal.” he says calmly, eyes returning to their usual color.

It takes you a moment to realize you’re safe and should release hold of his arm. As he turns to look at you his cheeks blush deeply. Slightly confused you look down and realize you were pressing your naked body into him when using him as a human shield. You immediately let go and sink back down into the spring. “Sorry” you say looking down at the water.

He turns back around, the way he originally was so that his left side was facing you once more.

“Obito?”

“Yeah?” He says softly, loving how you say his name.

“Why do you always stay on my right?”

He looked embarrassed. “I- I just didn’t want to scare you with my scars.”

“Your scars aren’t frightening. “ you say, turning to face him. “Actually, I rather like them.”

You see the ghost of a smile on his face when you say this.

“They make you look handsome.” You say reaching out for his hand under the water. You find it and give it a quick squeeze. When you go to take your hand back you find he’s still gripping it. You decide to let your hand relax in his hold, spreading your fingers so they intertwine with his own.

The two of you stay that way. Together in the hot spring holding hands till your skin is pruned and you finally suggest setting up camp. He watches as you get out, admiring your wet figure, doing his best not to stare as you bend down and pick up your towel before wrapping it around your chest.

You look down and blush as he gets out and wraps his towel around his waist. When you look back up again you admire how the water runs down between his muscles, a small amount of drool pooling in the corner of your mouth.

This time when he catches you peering at him, he realizes that you’re not looking at him like a freak of nature. Maybe you never had. He notes how your pupils dilate, how your breathing becomes shallow, how your cheeks flush, and how your lips part. He realized that you are attracted to him. But how? How could you enjoy his battered and misshapen body?

With a great deal of self motivation, you rip your eyes away from him to go set up camp. The two of you exchange many glances as you build the fire and heat up dinner. His mind was turning. Had you always looked at him like that? How long had you felt this way? But most confounding, why? What did he do to earn your affection?

You sat across the fire from him tonight, smiling at him as you ate. You wanted to look at his scars in proper lighting. You loved how the light from the flames licked and danced across his face. How the shadows deepened the ridges on his scars. You weren’t lying before. You found his scars erotic. They made his already exceedingly handsome face more rugged, adding character where there was already charm. You wished you could run your fingers along the lines and feel the tough skin under your light touch but you were certain he would never allow it.

After eating you laid your sleeping pads next to each other, closer than usual but still to his left, always remaining on his preferred side. He smiled and wished you good night before turning over. You gazed upon the Uchiha crest on his back, watching his shoulders rise and fall with each breath. Eyes boring into him, barely able to contain your heartbeat as you realized your feelings for him. They were always there but tonight they were undeniable. You didn’t want to be his friend any longer. You wanted to be more and furthermore you were pretty sure he felt the same.

The next morning he woke up before you. His arm had gone numb stretching out over to where you slept, his subconscious yearning to hold your hand. Looking down on your sleeping face, he pet your cheek before beginning to pack so that the two of you could head over to the nearby village once you woke.

Soon after entering the village, you came across a family who owned the local inn and were experiencing a string of robberies. Obito offered his services and decided to stay with them till he caught the thieves. Out of gratitude they offered you a room at their inn. They didn’t have many free rooms so the two of you had to share but that was okay, you had been traveling together for months, you were comfortable together. Obito went to set up his sleeping pad on the floor by the bed before you put your hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Obito, we can share. The bed is plenty big.” He nodded and moved his belongings to the mattress, next to your own before the two of you head back out into town to get to know the area. You decided to go look for a place to eat and saw a small bar that advertised barbeque and sake. You went in. Many people smiled at you both even though you were strangers in their small village.

After you finished eating, a man went up to Obito and asked if he was your husband. When he said no, the man grabbed your hand and escorted you a short distance away. You look back at Obito and watch as girls flocked over to him. You feel deeply jealous as they batted their raven eyelashes at him. Your only consolation is that no matter how many women approached him, he never took his eyes off of you. Unable to resist his gaze any longer, you apologized to the man you were with and headed back over to Obito, cutting between all the women gathered around him. Feeling satisfaction as they grumbled at you. You grab his forearm as you lean into his ear and whisper, “See? None of them are afraid of your scars either.” He gives you a wide grin accepting your point. He sure didn’t see it but clearly you weren’t the only one who liked the way he looked. The difference though, is that he didn’t care how those other girls felt about his appearance, he only cared what your thoughts were.

“Obito?”

“Yes?”

“Can we go take a walk?”

“Of course, Y/N. Anything you want.”

You pay your bill and get up to leave the establishment. Obito holds out his left elbow and you take it, allowing him to lead you around the streets of the village. You wander around for a while, stopping at the town’s center where a large tree tangles its way above the street. You ogle at the intricacy of its many branches and wonder how old it is. You hold onto him tight, not wanting to leave any room for misunderstanding. You want him to know you like him, you don’t want him to look at any other girls. He continues to glance over at you out of the corner of his eye. He smiles, finding it endlessly humorous that you would feel jealous of a couple strangers wanting to talk to him. As the two of you stare up at the tree, you feel his hand drop and wrap around your waist pulling you into him.

Timidly, you wrap your arm around his waist, hand resting on top of hashiraman cells. You hear his breath hitch as you touched him but he allowed you to keep your hand settled there. You leaned your head on his shoulder staring at the old tree as if you were attempting to count its leaves but really all you were thinking about was how warm he was and how you didn’t want this moment to end. It’s just you and him. There is no one else in this world that matters. Your heart starts rising up to your throat. You try swallowing to make it go back down, but it won’t. He gives you a small squeeze as he moves to head back to where your bed was located.

The two of you walk back to the inn arm in arm. You get ready for bed and crawl under the covers. The mattress was plush and soft, leaps and bounds more comfortable than the forest floor. You felt yourself sink as your weight shifted onto it. You sank even further as Obito added his own weight to the bed. You turned on your side to face him. Staring into his eyes while he stared back into yours. The world was still as you silently studied everything about his face. The brown of his irises with specks of red and black, the number of eyelashes along his lids, the stray black hairs peppered into his mostly white chakra-stripped mop, the peaks and valleys of his scars, you could look at him forever. You wanted to reach out and cup his cheek but you knew better.

“Obito?” He loved how you said his name when you asked him questions.

“Yes?”

“You know that I’m here for you, right? As long as you need?”

“And what if I need you for a very long time?”

“Then I will be with you for a very long time.”

“What if I need you the rest of my life?”

“Then I will be by your side for the rest of your life.”

He leans in, his forehead resting against yours. You could feel the electricity between you. Your skin burned where his head touched yours. You licked your lips, craving his, wishing he’d push them against your own. His musk filled your nostrils, overwhelming your senses as his breathing began to sync with your own.

“Obito?” you whisper

“Yes”

“I’d like to kiss you, is that okay?”

Instead of answering he grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you into him. His lips were light as a feather as he gently grazed them against yours. You lean into the kiss pushing into him harder, yearning for him to meet your level of passion. You pull your lower body into his, tangling your legs together. He inhales deeply while kissing you, breathing in your scent. You can feel his hesitation, seemingly conflicted, trying to decide how much of himself to give over to you. You grab one of his hands and squeeze it tight as your lips break apart.

“Obito, we have time. We don’t need to rush into this.”

He licked your taste off of his lips as you spoke. You kissed the tip of his nose before turning away from him. You slid over so that your backside was pressing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you like he did that one night, two months ago, and held you till you woke the next morning.

You had never slept so well. When morning came you refused to believe you had to leave the bed where you laid in his warm embrace. He stirred around the same time as you and gave your neck a gentle kiss. It left you breathless. You wiggled your behind into him in response. He chuckled low as he pushed his morning wood into your rear. “Mmmm” you hummed as he buried his face in your neck.

You eventually find it in you to get up and get dressed. His soft eyes wander over you as you remove your sleeping clothes. He admired your round behind, your fleshy thighs, your supple breasts, your bare neck, your pouty lips, every part of you was beautiful to him. He lamented as your body disappeared underneath your tactical clothes since today you would be investigating the recent robberies.

Obito stood up to change too. When he took off his sleeping shirt, he caught you biting your lip. He gave a small laugh and you realize he caught you staring. Your cheeks flushed and you smiled walking over to him, hugging him before he had a chance to put his new shirt on. You buried your face in him, tucking your chin down, resting one of your hands on his left pec, while the other wrapped around him. He kissed the top of your head before reaching for a shirt.

“No” you say, lifting your head. “You’re not allowed to wear that.” A wide grin stretching across your face as he blushed.

“You really like the way I look?”

“More than any other man I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re precious.” He says, as he pulls away. You give a small whine of disappointment when he’s finished changing.

Together the two of you make your way to the communal dining area where breakfast was waiting. You talked to the innkeeper to learn more about the robberies. The two of you nod as he tells you the various incidents, two of which resulted in the bandit harming his guests.

Together you search around the inn, looking for potential hiding spots or alternate pathways in and out of the building. You decided to put your investigation on hold till later in the day. Maybe something would become more obvious in the moonlight.

It’s late in the day and you resume the investigation. Obito had stepped out to get food for the two of you while you continued talking to one of the ladies of the inn. Suddenly the shadows around the room began to glitter and move. You grabbed your kunai but you were unsure how to use it against a moving shadow. The dark figures started to move towards the woman you were just talking to. You look up at her and see she wore expensive jewelry around her neck. You leapt in front of her attempting to slice the shadow but it was no use. Your knife did nothing more than cut through air. You were going to need to find the jutsu caster. Your eyes search the room before settling on a man you see through the window. His outline barely in the moonlight. The rogue ninja was hiding in the inn’s courtyard. You open the window and throw a shuriken at him. One of his shadow figures jumps in front of him and takes the blow. The glittering figures seem to solidify and evaporate at will. You tell the woman to run away as you jump through the window towards the man. His shadows try to grab hold of you. Quickly you dodge one, however, the other ensnares your ankle and you fall to the ground. Shit. The man walks up to you, a kunai of his own in hand, when suddenly he screams. The hand that had just been gripping his weapon had a shuriken sticking out of the back of it.

Your eyes dart around the courtyard as you hear a body-less voice snarl, “That was very unwise of you.”

Obito, thank gods!

He steps out into the courtyard of the inn, eyes glowing red. “Attacking her was a grave mistake, you better be ready to kiss this world goodbye.”

The man sends his shadows after Obito but no matter how many he sends, they move through Obito as if he were made of smoke. Fear begins to register on his face as Obito strides towards him completely unhindered.

“What are you?” he asks with a trembling voice beginning to wonder if Obito was a ghost.

“I am Obito Uchiha, carrier of an awakened Mangekyo Sharingan. This is one of my many abilities.” He says gloating as another glittering shadow figure passes through his body.

“But-but your clan is extinct.”

“Not quite. There are two of us left, roaming this earth. You happen to be the lucky guy who ran into one and chose to attack his mate.”

His mate? You think to yourself. Does that mean what I think it does?

Obito grabs the man by the throat, lifting him high into the air and squeezing hard before dropping him on the ground. The man crumbles at Obito’s feet. He stood up on shaking legs as he attempted to run away. Using his fireball jutsu, Obito burns the man’s fleeing body to a crisp, making sure he was good and dead before taking his eyes off of him to turn to you.

You stare at him grateful for his impeccable timing. He approaches you quickly before stopping to analyze every inch of your body, making sure you’re okay despite your constant reassurance. “Obito, I’m fine. He didn’t touch me.”

When he is satisfied with your condition he holds you tight. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never leave you alone again. I promise.”

“It’s okay Obito. I don’t need you guarding me 24/7.”

“It’s not okay, Y/N. You could’ve been.. I could’ve… I can’t lose you.”

Understanding what he means you don’t protest further, you just hug him back. You notify the innkeeper that the source of the robberies has been taken care of and he, along with his guest should be safe. He invites you to stay for the rest of the week as a thank you before the two of you continue with your journey. You oblige, grateful to sleep on a soft mattress for a few more days before heading back on the road.

You see there is a festival taking place in the town square that night and decide to attend. There is plenty of food, dancing, and drinks. You try to coax Obito into dancing but he’d much rather sit back and watch others. One of the other villagers came up and grabbed your hand. She took you to dance with the crowd. Obito watched as you smiled and laughed, twirling around and swaying with the woman under the lanterns. You were magnificent. Everything about you was a ray of sun. Your swollen cheeks as you smile, the redness of your lips as they stretch across your face, the brightness of your eyes as they illuminate with joy, you have become his entire reason for being.

You stumble back to him, laughing and smiling, trying to catch your breath as you absentmindedly sit down next to him on his right.

His body became noticeably stiff. Feeling brave you put your hand on his, “It’s okay, Obito.” He looks away from you. You grab the smooth left side of his face and turn him towards you, looking him dead in the eyes, “Please don’t be ashamed. It brings me happiness to look upon your face, all parts of your face.” He swallows and nods. You smile happily before sinking your body into his right side. You feel his stiff muscles begin to relax as he decides that he is okay with the contact.

When you’ve had your fill of the festivities, you once more walk arm in arm back towards the inn and lay down in bed together. “So, I’m your mate?” you try to say casually.

He pauses, “Sorry, it just came out in the heat of the moment.”

“What if I don’t want it to be in the heat of the moment?”

“What do you mean?” he says, knowing precisely what you mean. He just wants to hear you say it.

“What if I want to be your ‘mate’ officially”

He plays with your hair, looking down on you. “Why would you want something like that?”

“Because,” you say with a smile kissing the palm of his hand. Between each sentence you lay a kiss on his arm, working your way up his neck and cheek. “You are strong. You are passionate. You are loving. You are talented. You are handsome. You are everything I could ever want in this lifetime.”

He pulls you into a hug, “Well if that is what you want, then I am yours.”

You breathe deeply, filled with happiness as you fall asleep in his arms again.

The week has passed and it is now time for the two of you to continue your expedition, looking for new people who may need help. As you left, two small children came up to Obito and gave him a flower which he immediately gave to you. Seeing how soft and gentle he was with the two little girls caused heat to flicker all through your body as you made a realization.

That night, while Obito sat there by the fire with his legs crossed in front of him, you decided to take it upon yourself to sit in his lap facing him. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him slow and deep. Your tongue bullies its way into his mouth to mingle with his and you make soft sweet humming noises as he entertains your kiss.

“What was that for?” he asks, lips finally separating

“That is because I love you, Obito.”

“You love me?”

“Yes, Obito. I love you.” you breathe

“I love you too Y/N”

You beam up at him, smiling as you go to hold his face in your hands. With lightning fast reflexes he catches your wrist before you can grab the right side of his face. He squeezes harder than he means to. You let out a small whimper of pain. He immediately lets go.

“I’m so sorry”

“No, I’m sorry Obito. I wasn’t thinking.”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them again he says, “Go ahead.”

You feel that the wind has been knocked out of you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes”

Gently, you raise your arm to his cheek brushing it with the back of your hand at first. He shudders. You lay your fingers gingerly on top of his skin before brushing your thumb back and forth, feeling the bumps along the damaged tissue. Your heart was swelling as you felt every crevice of his face. Your eyes shifting between his skin and irises, unable to believe what he was allowing you to do.

“If it’s possible, I think I may love you even more now.” You whisper.

You bring your lips to his scarred cheek and give it a light kiss. He turned to you and met your lips with his. He slowly begins undressing you by the warmth of the fire. You begin to do the same to him, passion igniting in both of your hearts. He finally felt at peace with himself, seeing how you worshiped even his darkest parts. Moaning as you lay feverish kisses along his lips, neck, and shoulders, fingers digging into his muscles. He laid you down on your back, shifting between your legs. He pulled his face away from yours, analyzing you, “Are you okay?”

“Just come here and fuck me already.” You pant, pulling him back down by his neck.

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