"First," I look around, "Do you have shampoo, Tayuya?"
She's taking off her shirt (which we had replaced before leaving the cell) as she replies, "Um, yeah. I do."
And I have the soap.. that should be everything. Better keep an eye out though. I know she's up to something.
I follow her movements as she bends over and pulls down the green shorts, letting the pale material pool around her ankles. She steps out of it.
Her skin is pale, her legs and arms are thin – too thin. Bony. But her hair is beautiful. Cascading down her back. It might be the only thing left of her alive. I'm glad I didn't cut it.
Her ass is tight and doesn't sag, which is a little unusual considering the circumstances–
She wiggles her butt and my breath jumps.
"Naughty... naughty Naruto-kun, staring at me like I'm a piece of meat."
"That wasn't what I was doing," my eyes used to linger, but having seen her naked every day now, I'm able to focus on other things. Like her health. How to get her out of here.
For a while, I thought of her as my sister – well, I tried to convince myself of that, anyway. I've never had a sister, so the idea didn't work too well.
"Usosuki,"
Yeah, I lie. So what? What ninja doesn't?
"What are you getting at?"
"You're lying to yourself,"
"I swear, wasn't staring at you."
She hugs her naked chest. The prison is drafty, the shower hall especially.
"Are you saying you don't find me attractive?"
I snort, "I better not answer that question."
"Oh?" she cranes her head around, "And why not?"
"Saying I do, and I die. Saying I don't, and I die."
"So you do?"
"I think... your question is based on ...assumptions,"
A pause.
"Anyway, it's time for showering. The guards will get fidgety if we're in here too long."
"Fuck them."
I shake his head but decide enough is enough – I grab her tight by the shoulders and whirl her around into the stall. Out of habit, I don't enter in with her.
She stands there, back to me, waiting for me; cold. It takes me a minute to remember. Another minute to undress.
"God you're an idiot,"
"Heh, yeah,"
The water starts running – warmth washes over me. Ah, that's nice.
"But you're my idiot," she mumbles.
The comment causes me to stumble mentally for a moment. What does she mean, 'hers'? I'm nobody's anything.
I try to ignore her as lift her hair and start at her shoulders, lathering the scaly skin with foam. Maybe this will be enough–
"You're my idiot, Naruto," she says it again, clearly this time.
The words still catching me off guard.
I don't know what to say.
So I try something meaningless.
"And you're my idiot, too, now stop standing so rigid and loosen up. Relax."
"I don't know if I can..." there's that voice– the voice of plotting, of revenge and sweet damnation.
I bite.
"What's stopping you?"
"You."
What?
"I'm preventing you from relaxing?" What a joke. She asked me to be here.
"Yes,"
She turns around, pivoting on her heel, sliding on the damp floor. She's quick.
I jump back – almost like I would to dodge a deathblow from an enemy combatant.
Relax. She's just naked. And wet. Soaking wet. Even her pubic hair.
She grins, "What, are you tense too, Naruto-kun?"
"Don't whirl around like that!"
She puts her hand on her hip, a lazy smile on her face.
Why is that smile so weird–
"C'mon, don't tell me you still don't get what's going on."
OK, I may be stupid, but I'm not that stupid. I've had my suspicions–
"Don't tell me you're planning to sneak out of here, Tayuya."
A look of complete incredulity, "What?"
"You've been acting weird all day... and I mean, this whole month has been odd. You don't say anything, then suddenly, you start talking– but only after you've collapsed on the floor like you're dying of a heart attack! Then, you start talking in circles about something and won't tell me what's going on in your head! Like I'm supposed to know what you're thinking! Then, you drag me in here, pretending like you need my help– you're trying to get my sympathy or knock me out, or something– I don't know, whatever it is."
Her face goes rigid.
"So, is that it? Have I finally figured it out?"
Then it's red. Flaming red. The red of her hair and nipples–
Nipples?
She takes a step so we're millimeters from each other. Because of the momentum, her breasts briefly swat my face.
I'm not fazed at all by that, her expression though–
"You're. A. Fucking. Idiot."
She grabs my penis, a slight erection brewing from watching her backside, now swelling to swallow her tiny fingers.
"This. Is. What. I. Want."
She makes a single stroke, and I groan.
Then, stepping forward, a second stroke, her twisted face of rage and frustration softening, then a third, a fourth- the fifth is–
Slower, but lets the organ swell out of her grip, the head bright and throbbing– a desire to suck it forming in her.
I... grab her chin. Trying to understand–
"What's going on? Why are you-"
She growls, "I want your dick in my cunt. Sex? It's not that hard to understand, is it?"
No, it's not hard to understand at all, just...
Tayuya takes my hand with her free one and places it on her plump chest. I can feel her nipples poke my palm as I brush across them.
She doesn't speak, but there's an intensity in her gaze I can meet, want to.
I kiss her.
A languid lingering kiss, since I don't know what I'm doing. It's over too soon so we try again- her hand stops moving so I grab her wrist, urging her to continue.
"Heh, like that huh? Maybe I should make you cum right now then desert you here like a fool?"
Her hand bobs up and down, expertly changing pressure and grip, dragging cum out from my balls.
I writhe and slide back into the stall door, taking it for support.
"No, that would be too cruel, wouldn't it?"
She traces a finger across my chest, writing her name on it with water droplets.
How am I already panting?
"Oh, what's that? I can't seem to hear you, Naruto-kun,"
Her rhythm is quick and furious, then slow, then she stops and trades hands, grasping my chin and pulling me into another breath-stealing kiss.
I grab her hips for support, which is actually dangerous considering the wet tiles and her weight–
She pushes into me, our bodies compressed into the shower wall, her furious arm still jerking me.
"Ta-tayuya-chi-ya...n.."
She slides back a little but presses her hips and pelvis into mine, sandwiching my cock in between our bodies. She grinds a little before kissing me again.
Pulling back, she licks her lips and drags the palm of her hand across my length---
And euphoria overwhelms me for just a moment.
Searing hot cum explodes into her hand and onto her chest and stomach, the water cruel and quick to wash it away. I wanted to see her covered in it.
She grins and pulls back.
I'm ragged.
But not out.
Swaying her hips, she slides back to the other end of the shower and sits on a low ledge, spreading her lips- and her legs- for me.
I stumble forward, the blood not in my brain– and position myself to enter her–
But she presses both hands against my chest, a chastising frown on her face.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing? You better not fuck me before you return the favor."
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