[ the rustling piques sakura's curiosity, but she doesn't turn to look at him. instead, she hides her flushed face in the pillow. it's hard not to tense up when she thinks of him just watching her. she knows her scars are more obvious now than they were earlier. the one from sasori is the most prominent, but there's little stretch marks in the oddest of places and--without a distraction, it's hard to find her comfort in her own skin.
his lips on her neck make her melt. the tension that had been building in her shoulders flees and she lets herself relax into the feeling. ] You sure you're ready now?
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his lips on her neck make her melt. the tension that had been building in her shoulders flees and she lets herself relax into the feeling. ] You sure you're ready now?