'But I might ask you to refrain from touching there unless you're quite sure you want it.' Again, though intimidating, his tone is mixed with uncertainty caught between want and doubt. With my face burning from embarrassment, I take a small step closer, 'I hadn't meant to touch you there, not without permission at least.' I breathe, feeling my nerves rise as I take another small step.
Kisame still has a grip on my wrists and his hold tightens so I halt, 'I want to play this game with you,' I look up to where I imagine his face is and then wait.Īfter a moment his grasp loosens, setting my wrists free, but instead of pulling my arms away I reach out, taking his hands. 'They're so warm.' I think, smiling to myself when he doesn't pull away. In the darkness, I hear the fabric of Kisame's cloak shift and then his voice is right next to my ear, 'Are you sure you're not afraid?' He speaks in a hushed tone, causing shivers to run down my spine as the warmth of his breath splashes against my ear. 'I'm sure,' I reply, slowly turning my head to the side, 'I want to kiss you,' I lean further in the direction his voice had come from, hoping our lips would connect but then he suddenly pulls me forward, farther into the closet.
