I was away at college/university for almost 7 years before returning to Konohagakure. I moved back in with my brother and got a part time job to start saving money. I had plans for a future. A career. A place to call my own. A car. A husband. A fami...
"You're asking for trouble wearing that," Kisame noted as I stepped out of my bedroom. And man was he right.
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Deep red, halter style corset for my top and a leather skirt that made my legs look extra sexy. The back of the top stopped about mid-back and the eye hooks are in the front. Simple black stilettos to finish off the look. Makeup a little heavier than usual, but still focused on my eyes. Hair was curled and half up, half down.
"Is there a problem?" I stopped before Kisame and placed my hands on my hips as I cocked one out. I batted my eyes and pouted slightly.
"You're off-limits," I think he was reminding himself more than saying it to me. His eyes were hungry and I saw him twitch as he fought the urge to reach for me.
"I'm sure Madara would give you a pass," I smirked and took a step closer. The man was in jeans and a deep blue button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, adding to the sexiness that was his forearms.
"Little lamb," oh his voice was delicious as it dropped an octave when I put my hands on his forearms and gave them a squeeze.
"Is my shark hungry?" My question was responded with a throaty growl and I bit my lip as his chest rumbled.
"Does Madara know you're going?" I pouted at his question and he picked up my phone and handed it to me, breaking the skin to skin contact.
"My sweet, I was about to call before my dinner meeting," Madara sounded relaxed, more so than before he left the day before.
"I was considering going to the bachelor party but I wanted to make sure you wouldn't be upset with me if I did," I heard Kisa snort and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Is that why you're dressed so devilishly?" I heard the amusement in his voice and desire. Then I remembered he's been watching me then.
"I might as well fit in," I shrugged as I walked to the island and leaned on a stool, propping afoot. I didn't miss the way Kisame's eyes followed my legs up, nor the shaky breath he took when I slid my leg over, allowing him to see the black lace beneath the leather.
