*I will be victorious. But can i win?~[Katsu!]~(Deidara Love Story)*part1

*I will be victorious. But can I win?~[Katsu!]~(Deidara Love Story)*11*

Chapter 11

“What the hell?!” I yell, looking at Deidara who was lying in the bed.

“You said we could sleep in this together.” He said.

“I was being sarcastic, and I’m referring to why you have no shirt on.” I say blushing.

“Oh, you always call me a girl, and I remember you saying you have no proof of me being a guy. So this is my proof.” He says, smirking as if he was clever.

I stared at his exposed chest, the tattoo where his heart was at. I blinked and thought about what to say before deciding on saying, “That doesn’t prove anything. For all I know you are just a flat chested female.” With great abs. I think to myself.

“Come here Nina.” He says.

I walked towards Deidara, unsure as to why he wanted me to come over to him. I stopped next to the bed and stood looking down at him. Deidara reached up, grabbed me around my waste, and pulled me onto the bed.

I stared shocked at him for a moment and he smirked saying, “Then I will prove it to you.”

“How?” I ask, narrowing my eyes, even though my heart was racing. I didn’t understand why, but it was.

Deidara took advantage of my shock, and softly pushed his lips onto mine. In a way I felt relief, but I didn’t understand how this proved anything to me.

Deidara grabbed my hand and pulled it down. I was confused for why he was pulling my hand to my side, but was too mesmerized by the kiss to even care.

I felt cloth on the back of my hand, but ignored it, not wanting to end the kiss, and that’s when I felt it. His hard dick against my skin on my hand. Shock hit me and I didn’t know what to do.

Deidara pulled away from the kiss, smirk on his face even though it was red and says, “Does that prove it to you, or must I show you further proof?”

“What do you mean show me further proof?” I ask, blushing like crazy.

I felt Deidara move, removing my hand from his bulge and shifting. He pulled the blankets off of himself and says, “This is what I mean.” And, of course, he had just shown me his dick.

I jumped away from the bed and tried not to scream. “Put that away!” I order him.

He chuckled and says, “Will you make anymore jokes about me being a girl.”

“Maybe…” I say, while looking away.

“Than there is one other thing I will do to make you believe I’m a boy.”

“I believe you’re a boy!” I yell. “I’m sleeping in the chair.” I mutter getting out of the bed and getting ready to walk to it, embarrassed.