Love Handles

Lolita Rants: Crack pairing, ye be warned. It's Sasuke x Ten-ten!

First, it began with an infatuation. Simple lust. No strings attached, well, for him, anyhow. In the homely walls of the academy, he walked stoically, his endless eyes not taking in anything, pale skin radiating magnificently in the particle littered sunlight, raven hair the back cascading into violent, soft spikes. But when she walked by, when she did, his opaque eyes stopped, coyly disguising any interest. He stopped, coolly leaning against the wall, letting her pass in peace. She nodded a slight ways to him, and walked by, rather perplexed on why he had to move around her. Surely she wasn't that big. He pretended not to note the formal gesture, his developing broad shoulders squared against the white washed walls, his muscular calve propping him, his navy shirt hanging attractively on his lean, cat like body. His facade was statue enough, sending off hostile vibes, but his eyes ran free.

They traced her silhouette, soaking in how fine, and womanly her body looked, when her flat torso curved into an attractive hourglass, flared out at the hips, a perky, firm ( and plump ) rear, tight thighs, and sexily defined calves moved as she bounced along the halls. His oil like orbs then where distracted by her neatly brushed hair, taking in its toffee like color, and how fine and smooth it always feels between his worked hands, and more so, how it would look, fanned out on his blue silk pillow case, while she rhythmically chanted his name until dawn. He then took note of her crème complexion. Her round, childlike face always seemed to be flushed, happily or in pain. Her cheekbones where often jutted out, as she was always one to be smiling. Her green tea like complexion ran smooth everywhere- well, as far as Sasuke was concerned- and looked so smooth, so creamy, he often fought the fetish like urge to grab her, and lap at her skin like it was the last drop of lemonade. He especially liked her eyes. How pretty and brown they where. Unlike her hair, her eyes where dotted with green, and yellow flecks. Hazel, he often called them. Contacts, others scoffed. How uncommon it was for a Japanese to have such eyes. Only Sasuke knew the truth. Her mother was Chinese American, and her father was Japanese-Chinese. To be specific, she was two-fourths Chinese, One fourth Japanese, and one fourth American. Yes, Sasuke knew that much, yet he was not in love with this girl, and no, he was not a stalker. How creepy is that word?

She never paid him any mind, on last name basis. She would barely acknowledge him, too infatuated with the Hyuuga. Even though the Great Uchiha was a sight, a bishounen, a prodigy, she never paid him any mind. Hell, she even told him he was an ass, and asked how far ( and hard ) was the stick up his ass. The first time they had trained together,he hadn’t planned on meeting with her again. When she had been defeated so easily that night, he had vowed never to battle against her again. But that had been over a year ago. Her facade in the public eye was that she couldn't care less about the fair skinned, dark haired, genius prodigy, who sported the Uchiha crest. His mask was that he didn't particularly like most kunoichi, and the bun headed one racked his nerves each time he saw her.

Yet, he knew when the cover of twilight fell, she would timely meet him in front of the gray, dismal Uchiha dojo, where they would train until the stars sparkled warmly in the sky, the moon illuminating it's romantic glow into every open window, and inevitably, through the dirt streaked window of the dojo, onto their favorite spot on the oak floors. Her sharpened kunai would fly with deadly aim from every instruction, her pinning to hit him in his vital spots, or to land a scratch on him. He would expectantly block each blow, and charge at her, two deep crimson orbs dissecting her moves. Being a masochist at heart, he couldn't help but feel empowered when he heard her gasp from the impact of hard flooring, and an almost triumphant yelp of displeasure from her. He would continue to sit on her, or stand over her, glaring smugly,until her constant simpering for a truce annoyed him to no end, and he roughly quieted her peachy lips up with his own.

Playing constant cat n' mouse, they would fight for dominance in each others wet caverns, until he won, and soon, she would squirm in sinful pleasure as his skilled digits skated across her torso, sometimes teasing her breasts, or slipping into her pants. Ten-ten wasn't as innocent as everyone thought, nor too ashamed to give in to her own selfish desires, for she had seemed to have no problem slipping her wicked hands into his trouser, teasing and lopping around. His consistent nibbling at her bottom lip, her collar bone, and murmurings, coaxing her to give in to the temptation to say his name once, ends all too quickly, for the cover of night gets replaced by the beginnings of sunrise, orange and purple over riding the raven sky. They would quietly break apart, their lips glistening from the swapping session they both had. Both sets of eyes would meet, having their own quiet conversations , spewing out words they're not sure enough to say yet. I need you, please don't leave yet...I want you. He would meet her cheek softly, murmuring into her ear, and they would both quietly walk to the entrance, not a wave or a salutation.

Their lusty game would never see the public eye, the light of day, at least not yet. For Sasuke, his feelings where separated already; A possible love, for her undying determination, spunk, brutal honesty, smarts, and loyalty. Plus her strength. Lust, for her body, her curves, that valley of innocence that he waits to break for pleasure. He knew that last one could be in both categories. Sure, it was pleasurable, but also, it would mean, for as long as she lived, they would be united, in a way hate or time could never really erase. As she walked away, she too knew her feelings, but pushed them far behind in her mind- unlike Sasuke, she couldn't easily cover her infatuation that well.

One could not easily say if it was love or lust both ninja had for each other. They, being young, naïve, they knew, somewhere, deep down in there pitiful, racked up brains, and twisted up hearts, that there was a snowballs chance in hell that it would be love- Sasuke was too obsessed with revenge, and Ten-ten was much too ambitious on her ' greatest kunoichi dreams' for them to successfully have something there. Both, though, they where content with it, and both, in an unspoken, decidedly pact, their game would not reach the prying eyes of others, to save face, and unneeded heartbreak, at least, that's as far as they know. But a devious smirk played on both set of lips, because they did know one thing: They would do this again tonight.