. . . ๐ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฎ. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ป๐พ๐ต๐ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ช ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ถ๐ธ๐ป๐ป๐ธ๐.
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.
"๐๐ฎ๐ฎ..๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ."
"๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ."
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.
And if he does?
๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ก๐ค๐ค๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐ค๐ค ๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐, ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช.
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"...๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ."
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.
". . ."
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 ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ.
. . ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ, โ
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.
"๐๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ?"
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 ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ถ๐ณ๐ข?"
. . .define home.
. . .๐๐บ ๐ฎ๐บ. ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ . . . ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ.
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.
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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.
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.
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 ๐โ ๐๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ, ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ชโ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ด๐บ, โ
She says, flustered.
She looked into his eyes, finally.
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.
- 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.
". . .๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ...๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ."







