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Tidal Wave - The Shark and the Blossom	By : LemonCrisis Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I could make you scream, kunoichi."
For a moment Sakura couldn't quite believe what the giant blue man in front of her had just said. Then her brain caught up and processed it. Despite herself, she found herself fighting back a blush as a traitorous coil of heat flared low in her abdomen. But she tipped her head back and regarded him levelly, deliberately choosing to ignore the innuendo, "I am trained against pain, we all are - you know that."
"That wasn't what I meant. You know that." He countered, as a slow, suggestive grin crossed his face.
Oh Gods.
This was supposed to be where the psychological training a nin received kicked in. When enemy interrogators tried to ply secrets from her young mind and supple body. When she pushed that body past breaking point on behalf of her village.
When enemy nin decided to play very dangerous games.
She silently ran through the main specifics they had taught her like a mantra: shut away her mind; think of nothing, become nothing; detach herself from her physical form; ignore the reactions of her body to any external stimuli - it was only chemicals in the end after all.
Except that the training wasn't quite working like it should.
Despite knowing who he was and who he worked for, Sakura found Kisame attractive. And a little rebellious part of her now wondered what it would be like to let him make her scream. Unfortunately, that attraction was making it extremely difficult to implement the psychological training to any useful level. She cursed inwardly, experiencing for the first time in a long while uncertainty in her ability to remain impassive and infallible in a tricky situation.
Kisame took a step closer over the dark hardwood floor. He'd supressed his monstrous chakra, but his sheer height and physical power was still almost overwhelming as the distance between them shrunk. She refused to retreat - or notice how good his upper body looked in that tight tee - and stood her ground, arms rigid at her sides and the hairbrush in a death grip.
"How about a gamble." His odd eyes were locked on hers, a wicked half smile on his face, "How confident are you in your female training, kunoichi?"
She swallowed, wetting her lips before she replied. "We are trained to endure... situations for the sake of the village. I am as capable in that respect as any other."
"So, you endure. Not enjoy." His tone was interrogative, almost accusatory.
Sakura was unsure where he was going with this particular line of questioning. It seemed irrelevant to her current predicament; namely keeping her cover so she could complete her mission, but she answered anyway, "No; we can enjoy, just not when we have to endure."
Kisame hmmmed, "So if I propose a bet," he began slyly, "You'll have no trouble taking it up, right?"
"What bet?" Alarm bells started ringing in the back of her mind. A wager with a missing-nin could rarely result in anything good, surely.
"That if I can make you scream I get to keep you for the rest of my R&R." He said it so casually, as if he wasn't suggesting a bet that could turn her into his personal slave, and was merely discussing the weather.
Sakura blinked, somehow managing to keep her face neutral despite the sudden rioting emotions within her, "And if you don't?" She was pleased that her voice remained steady.
"I'll leave. With your cover still intact."
Sakura hesitated, weighing up her options. She was a nin from Konoha on a mission. A mission that needed to be completed successfully. The way things were looking, she'd be lucky to manage that at all now. Kisame was an enemy and should not - could not - be trusted.
"What's the matter, kunoichi? Not feeling so confident now?" He took another step, until he was right in front of her. His breath stirred her hair as he leaned in to murmur, "Perhaps you're not sure your training will be enough."
Too late, she saw the trap closing.
For the sake of the mission, her cover could not be compromised. She could probably take him on in a head-to-head fight, but she had no doubt that it would level the resort and a good mile radius again. Definitely not good for her cover. He was offering to keep it, for a price.
She raised her eyes and met his squarely, "How do I know you'll keep your end of the bargain?"
They were so close she could almost feel the rumble of his chest as he spoke.
"You don't."
The answer she expected. And the only answer she would have believed.
"Well, that doesn't exactly fill me with confidence." Sarcasm was a familiar defence that she happily retreated behind, her mind still not quite sure how to handle this... unique situation.
He grinned darkly, "There are better things to be filled with."
Her pulse jumped and she fought to keep her breathing even. She had no sensible answer to that. Nor probably even a coherent one at that particular moment. Best to just keep her mouth shut and say nothing.
Luckily Kisame continued, hiding her lack of sarcastic comeback, "You better believe though, kunoichi, that I will quite happily blow your cover right now. Your choice. I can put a stop to your mission now, or you can take a gamble and put your training to the test." He paused to let that sink in, then added, "You may even enjoy yourself in the process."
"I doubt it." The quick reply was a reflex, honed to slap down those annoying men who linger at bars, filled with liquid confidence and not much else. But even as she said it she knew that it would be a challenge.
Kisame snorted in amusement at her stubborn denial and turned, headed for the door. "Well," he tossed over his shoulder casually, "Your loss. Guess I'd better go send a message to the Water daimyo and let him know there's an undercover nin from the land of Fire running around."
Sakura's mind raced. She was stuck; there was no other way out without revealing her identity and compromising the mission. She bit her bottom lip so hard a bead of blood appeared.
"Wait." Her voice cracked, sounding small.
"Wait." Louder this time.
Kisame paused, his hand resting lightly on the doorknob. But he didn't turn. Just waited.
Sakura took a deep breath, steadied herself. Gods, she didn't really quite believe what she was about to say, but she had to go with the better odds.
"I accept."
He did turn then, though Sakura wished he hadn't. The look in his eyes was purely predatory and it sent ghostly fingertips of fear trailing up her spine. Fear. That wasn't something she felt easily anymore. But it was tinged with something else, something darker, and her toes started to curl involuntarily.
He let out a low laugh, easing up the intensity of his gaze with a sly grin, "I almost thought you were going to let me walk out of this door then. Damn stubborn woman."
She shook her head ruefully. "As much as I'd love to have let you, this mission needs to be successful. If that means choosing between having it definitely end now or having it possibly end tomorrow... Well, I don't really have a choice."
Kisame studied her for a moment, his expression inscrutable.
"When... when will this bet take place?" Sakura barrelled on, unnerved by the look on his face. The reality of what she'd just done was beginning to sink in and she needed to sit down. This was definitely not an A-rank mission anymore. It was infinitely more complicated than that now.
He grinned again, flashing her his razor-sharp teeth, "Tomorrow night." He opened the door and stepped out into the corridor, "Get your sleep tonight, kunoichi. It's the last time you'll be sleeping alone for a while." The door shut behind him and she heard his footsteps recede.
After a moment she released the breath she didn't realise she'd been holding, exhaling shakily before flinging the hairbrush on her pillow and sitting rather heavily on the edge of her bed. She put her elbows on her knees and leaned forward to thread her fingers through her hair and rest her forehead on her palms.
Deep breaths. She could do this.
Just what had she agreed to? The man was pure primal force personified. Surviving a night with him without screaming - for any reason - would quite possibly require more steel than she had. But she had to try. For the sake of the mission.

A/N - Hope you enjoyed! Don't worry, the lemon is on its way soon. I'm just a huge fan of sexual tension... What? Don't look at me like that. Kisame IS a huge mass of walking sexual tension. And muscles. And hotness. And TEETH.
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