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"๐˜ž๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ..๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ."

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. . . ๐“˜ ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ. ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“พ๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ช ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฎ. ๐“ ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ป๐“ธ๐”€.
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With his clothes now discarded on the floor, Jason would slowly sink himself into the tub next to Sakura. As he sat, a low and satisfied groan would rumble from his throat from the soothing heat of the water. "๐˜”๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ..๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ."
Her eyes gazed at him, before looking away. Even thought they have had their intimate moments, Sakura would always give privacy at needed times. โ€œ ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, โ€ She quietly requests.
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"๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ." He slipped off the shirt with a sigh and began to unbuckle his trousers, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before he looked back down to the tile floor.
She was left staring, and moving aside in the water until the level reached her clavicle. Part of her was nervous. โ€œ ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ? โ€
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And if he does?
๐™„ ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ก๐™™ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ค ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ, ๐™ž๐™› ๐™„ ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช. #๊œฑแด‡แด…แดœแด„แด›ษชแด แด‡๊œฑแดœษดแด…แด€ส
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"...๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ." Jason's voice was soft as his cigarette fell from his lips onto the concrete. He gently pulled her into him and enveloped her in a possessive and desperate hug.
Receiving that kiss and his touch, she slightly reddens, and closes her eyes. Feeling that small, affectionate gesture coming from him felt so ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ. She softly exhales. โ€œ ๐˜Œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ. . . ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ, โ€
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". . ." Slowly, he reached down and grabbed the bag within her hand. However, he also leaned down and surprisingly pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Sakura looked at him properly this time, at his face, his eye bags. She looked down at the item in her hands, and extended it towards him. A tray of food she cooked. โ€œ ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ. . . ๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ, โ€
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With a raised eyebrow, he'd swiftly take a step forwards and dropped down from his roof, landing in a squat before standing before Sakura with his cigarette still intact. "๐˜๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ?"
She was carrying an item on her hands, he would see, her thumb anxiously rubbing the sides. โ€œ ๐˜œ๐˜ฎ. . ๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ? ๐Ÿ’งโ€
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He stood at the sound of his name and walked down enough so that he could look down at Sakura, his cigarette hanging loosely between his lips. ". . ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ข?"
Well, she stood in front, and tilted her head back and looks at him. The smell caught her attention. โ€œ ๐˜‘๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ?โ€
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. . .๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ . . . ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ.
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The hand that still rested on her hip would slide down to her thigh and gently give it a squeeze. Within their heated kiss, a gravelly and deep moan would rumble from Jason's throat as he tasted Sakura more and more. Slowly, he'd begin to bounce the leg that she had straddled -
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Her arms, over his shoulders, tightened and brought him in closer to her. Her head tilted to the side to deepen their kiss once more, more meaningful now. She bit his lip. She did not feel nervous, nor terrified, now hesitant anymore.
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- as his hand gently trailed from her thigh to her rear. He felt insatiable. This entire time, he'd fought against the want to take her every time he saw those beautiful eyes..and he sure as hell didn't plan to stop now.
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His tongue found hers and swirled with it, his hands digging themselves into those hips..hips that he'd explored many times. The feeling of her in his lap drove a fire throughout his body, his kiss getting deeper. One of his hands would slowly slide up Sakuraxs back, trailing -
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Her lips back onto his ( finally ), to kiss him back, to touch him, to taste him. She was wanting him, all over again. She parted her lips for him. All him.
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- slowly up her spine before that hand slid into and bundled a handful of her beautiful hair. Silky smooth..like it always was.
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With a light chuckle, he'd pull the pack back out of his pocket and slotted the cigarette back into it. As soon as he did, his lips were back onto hers. His kiss was passionate. Hungry. Greedy. It was..everything. His hands rested on her hips and his tongue yet again danced -
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Next thing she knew, he retrieved his cigarette. โ€œ ๐˜“โ€” ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ชโ€”๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜บ, โ€ She says, flustered. She looked into his eyes, finally.
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- along her lips. This time however, it wasn't in search of a cigarette. It was searching for a way in.
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That got an eyebrow raise from him. With that grin still on his lips, Jason would gently grab Sakura's wrist and lean up, capturing her lips in his. He savored her taste for a moment, a long forgotten warmth washing over him before his tongue swept against her lips -
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She would mumble to him, tilting his head back a little to glide her razor on top of his lip, and under his chin now.
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- and recaptured his cigarette Still, he lingered in that kiss for a few moments longer. When he pulled away, those eyes weren't dull..not anymore. ". . .๐˜๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ...๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ."
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