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Bonded
The room was completely silent except for the sound of Sakura’s steady breathing and the scratch of charcoal against paper.
After their passionate love making, both shinobi had fallen asleep, but Sai woke only a couple of hours later feeling refreshed and alert. There were still several hours before sunrise but the artist wasn’t about to spent them sleeping. He wanted to capture the beauty of his team mate on paper before she too awoke.
She hadn’t even stirred as he had slipped out of bed and Sai guessed he must have really tired her out for a kunoichi of her caliber to remain oblivious to her surroundings. She continued to slumber as he went around the room, picking up candles off his cluttered counter tops and trimming the wicks so they would burn steadily instead of the flames jumping erratically and giving off light that would make it difficult to draw. When the candles weren’t enough, he pulled up a small lamp and focused the soft light on her as well, making small adjustments until he was satisfied.
Even when he drew up a chair near the bed and placed a large sketchpad in his lap, she didn’t move, becoming a model for Sai’s art even as she slept on. Since the air in the room was warm, he had left her uncovered by the sheets, exposing the full expanse of her supple body as she lay curled on her side facing him, her. The candle light softened all her lines and curves further served only to enhance her natural beauty and Sai felt compelled to draw in a way he hadn’t felt in some time.
He started by drawing pieces of her, wanting to perfect each feature before putting them all together. Several pages were filled with sketches of her hand that lay curled next to her face, her slightly parted lips, her feet and toes and even her nose. He drew them all in exquisite detail, pausing every now and then to blend the charcoal with his finger. To him, she was beautiful and serene, a perfect physical representation of the female species, but even as he drew the soft curve of her exposed breast, his thoughts remained pure. He only wanted to capture her beauty on paper, nothing more.
When he was satisfied with his prior sketches, he at last began to draw her head to toe, paying attention to the way her pink locks were splayed over his pillow and how her legs were tangled in the sheets.
With a final stroke of his charcoal stick, the artist blew away the sooty dust to reveal his completed picture just as Sakura’s eyes fluttered open.
The kunoichi’s eyes immediately settled on the man in the chair next to her and she gave him a small smile as she remembered what had transpired earlier. But then again, how could she possibly forget? Her body still tingled slightly from his touches.
“Hey,” she whispered softly as she noted all the candles strewn about her. “Why are you still awake?”
“I slept for a little while.” Sai answered honestly. “I guess after all the ANBU missions I’ve been on, my body can get by with only a few hours.”
“I envy you.” Sakura sighed, thinking of all the times she had been sleep deprived while on other various missions and how her body never seemed to get used to it even after all this time.
She tucked her feet in towards her and pushed herself up with one hand while she draped the other over her bare breasts in a momentary lapse on modesty even if he had already seen every inch of her close up. She has about to pull the sheet over her nude torso when Sai stopped her.
“Don’t move Sakura.” He breathed and the kunoichi froze. She tried to turn her face towards him but he reached out and turned her back the way she was so that her face angled away and she could only see him out of her peripheral vision.
“Sai, what is it?” she asked in confusion, trying to see what he was doing out of the corner of her eye.
“That pose...” he murmured thoughtfully before reaching over to brush a stray strand of hair to a place her preferred. “I want to draw it.”
Sakura wasn’t quite sure what to make of his statement. She had seen him draw all sorts of things and knew he was very talented. Anything he drew would be beautiful, including a sketch of her…but she was naked and in his bed and any picture he drew would be documented evidence of her stay here.
“Sai, I’m not sure if that’s such a good—.” She began but was silenced by a warm hand on her back, turning her shoulders slightly to a position he favored.
It will be fine.” He said softly. “All you have to do is stay still.”
At his words, Sakura relented and let her eyes focus on a cluttered table in her line of vision as she heard Sai sit back down in his chair and the rustle of paper as he prepared a fresh page on his large sketch pad.
The room was once again silent save for the sound of his charcoal pencil against the paper and the puff of his breath blowing away the residual dust every now and then. She could hear the pauses in the scratching of his pencil and knew he must be looking at her, studying her carefully and it sent a sort of thrill through her. She was naked and vulnerable, unable to even look at him yet he could gaze at her nude form freely as he drew. She didn’t know why she sat there and let him look at her, especially when she had been so embarrassed before, but she did. She only wished she could look at what he was drawing.
After a period of time that seemed much too short, Sai announced that he was finished. Sakura dropped her arm from her breasts and turned to look but Sai was already positioning her in a new pose.
“I want to try something else.” He explained when he saw the confusion in her eyes.
The pink haired woman found herself sitting with her knees drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Her body was in profile from Sai’s perspective but he coaxed her into lowering her cheek to her bent knees and turned her face to she was looking at him.
“Stay just like that.” He ordered, arranging her hair so it fell the way he wanted it to before sitting back down.
Now that Sakura could see, she found that there were in fact dozens of sketches, all of her, scattered around Sai’s feet. One was the one he had just drawn and she nearly gasped at the likeness. Even a photograph couldn’t have better resembled her, but what was even more surprising was all the others he had drawn while she was still asleep. Detailed sketches of her fingers, closed eyes and even her breast littered the floor. He had captured every part of her on paper in a way she hadn’t imagined possible. Why had he gone to all that trouble? Did she really inspire him that much?
She let her eyes drift from his feet to his body and discovered that he was shirtless. She couldn’t tell if he had slipped on a pair of boxers or not since the sketch pad was over his lap but she guess that he was probably completely naked as well.
When she let her eyes drift higher she could herself looking into deep obsidian orbs as he studies her carefully before looking back down at his paper. From her position she could watch the picture emerge this time. The black lines that appeared on the paper with every smooth, confident stroke of his wrist soon took form and she recognized her own image begin to take shape as he filled in detail by detail. It was almost like magic the way she saw herself materialize on the page and Sakura realized she was actually enjoying being a model for him.
When the sketch was finished, he tore it from his sketchpad and it joined the others on the floor but as soon as he moved towards her, she knew he was not yet done with her. This time she was pushed back against the bed, arms tossed overhead in a seemingly careless pose while her hips her twisted slightly so her knee could angle inwards and hide the apex of her thighs.
Now that Sai was standing, Sakura could tell that he was indeed naked and having him hover over her on a bed while she was in a similar state was doing funny things to her heartbeat. Did she…want him? Well, she supposed that wasn’t surprising considering he had just recently engaged in absolutely amazing sex with her, even if it was slightly forced. But judging by the way Sai was arranging her on the sheets methodically, he was only interested in sketching her, not seducing her.
Satisfied with her new position, Sai grabbed his sketchbook and sat cross legged on the foot of the bed for a different perspective. The way her arms her were raised above her head reminded the kunoichi of when she had been tied down not so long ago, helpless and utterly mortified as he had explored her nude form with inexperienced hands. She marveled at how he had somehow managed to convince her to let him look at her body willingly. A day ago she never would have considered allowing him to draw her like this but their relationship had been so violently altered that she wasn’t sure of her boundaries with him anymore. What exactly did she want them to be? Sakura didn’t know the answer to that question either.
This new pose left her breasts in full view and she knew they would appear in his drawing. If anyone else ever saw this picture they would see her in all her glory just as she appeared now before her team mate’s eyes and she figured she would have to threaten him into keeping them a secret as soon as he was done. She watched him watching her, looking at her expanse of sooth skin and felt the familiar heat creep into her cheeks. Her first impulse was to cover herself but she knew he wouldn’t allow it so she remained still, blushing furiously under his scrutiny as he set about capturing her image with paper and charcoal.
The charcoal pencil in Sai’s hand seemed to move with a life of its own, moving quickly to trail masterful strokes over the clean white paper. The artist noticed his subject’s cheeks had turned a little pinker. Even with the soft lighting he perceived every detail about his model and he wondered why her face had taken on the rosy flush. Was she still embarrassed or was this another one of the woman’s odd head games? If it was the former, she had no reason to be since she had nothing to be ashamed of and if it was the latter, then he couldn’t eve begin to guess the reason for her actions.
However, as he gazed upon her, looking into lucid green eyes so he could capture all the emotions lying within, he couldn’t help but feel a connection with her. Perhaps she was blushing because she was exposed, and not merely in the physical sense. Their coupling had been so intimate, so much more than he had imagined and she had been forced to open herself up to him, both in mind and body in a way he hadn’t thought possible. Even if she had been reluctant to do it or was merely pretending she didn’t want him, it had been necessary for the good of the team. Now, as he drew her naked form, he felt a little of that same sort of feeling. Is this what Sakura had meant when she had said there were other ways to form a bond besides the physical union of their bodies? An artist always established a sort of relationship with their subjects. Even when he had sketched her while she was unaware, he still felt a sort of gravitation, at least until his picture was finished. But this was unlike anything experienced before. He was wholly captivated by her. All her bad temperament and violent tendencies and endless shrieking didn’t matter because here in this moment, she was absolutely beautiful.
Sakura could feel his gaze on her and it practically burned her skin with its intensity. Is this what having sex with a person did to you? She guessed it was more than that because after her night with Naruto, things had gone back to normal between them. But that could have something to do with the fact that he hadn’t seen her naked since then, hadn’t looked at her vulnerable form with such…appraisal? Appreciation? Sakura couldn’t be sure what burned in those mysterious depths. All she knew is that things between them would probably never go back to normal.
With a final smudge of his thumb, Sai finished the sketch and set down his pencil, yet he continued to look at Sakura intently and the kunoichi could almost see the wheels turning in his head. What was he planning now?
“Sai, what is it?” she asked, her voice coming out in a whisper as she slowly brought her arms from above her head and crossed the over her breasts.
The artist wordlessly leaned over to straddle her and grasped her wrists to gently pull her arms away until she was exposed once more, his eyes roving from her navel to her breast to settle on her face. Sakura could feel a part of him that had so recently been inside her brush her thigh, only now it was soft and flaccid. That didn’t stop a blush from blooming in her cheeks or a flare of heat deep inside her belly.
His dark eyes were boring into hers and Sakura felt that she was falling. They were so deep, an endless abyss of onyx, and although they had so much emotion when he had been wedged tightly inside her, she couldn’t read anything in them now. He just studied her, gazed intently into her eyes. What was it he was searching for?
At last, his voice came out in a deep murmur.
“I want to paint you.”
Images of lying naked in a tangle of sheets while he leisurely painted her image onto a canvas filled her mind. Paintings took longer than sketches…a lot longer. Was she willing to make the commitment to come here day after day and disrobe for him? Allow him to gaze at her until she felt he was seeing through her skin, through muscle and bone into her very soul? Well, if Sai wanted to forge a bond she supposed that was one way to do it, but was she really ready to let herself be vulnerable all over again for him?
“But you just did all those sketches of me.” Sakura breathed, acutely aware of his thighs against hers. “Isn’t that—”
“Sakura, I don’t want to paint you. I want to paint you.”
The pink haired woman opened her mouth to say she didn’t understand but Sai silenced her with a finger to her lips.
“I want to paint your skin.” Sai clarified, letting his thumb trace down her neck and collarbone, over one full breast and down to rub small circles around her bellybutton. “I want your body to be my canvas.”
The voice that usually grated on her nerves was now husky and low, almost…sensuous? She found herself wanted to please him by allowing him to do as he wished but painting her body would take a while. She had responsibilities to attend to. Even with a day off at the hospital, she still had to report to Tsunade sometime during the day. With her thoughts, she unconsciously turned her face to the side, searching for a clock that wasn’t there.
As if reading her thoughts, Sai cupped her chin and turned her back to him.
“Give me until sunrise.” He whispered. “It will be completed by then.”
She should really agree to this. It was so much so fast. They had gone from being mere team mates to lovers to…whatever this was. She needed some space. She needed to figure this out.
“Ok.” She agreed, her mouth responding before her brain could interfere.
To her surprise, Sai’s features spread into a smile, his eyes squinting shut like they always did, but this time, it didn’t look so forced. It looked almost genuine.
“What do I need to do?” she asked shyly. Was there some preparatory substance that she would have to apply to her skin? That he would have to apply? The thought of his hands all over her body made the faint heat in her stomach pulse hotter.
“You don’t have to do anything.” Sai said, gazing into jade orbs once more. Sakura feel his face had moved even closer to hers and for one breathless moment, she thought he was going to kiss her. What was even more surprising was the fact that she found she wanted him to.
Then all of a sudden, his weight was lifting off of her and he was gone, walking into the room behind the bed that she had previously guessed to be the bathroom. The kunoichi let out the breath she had been holding in one long puff. What the hell was happening to her? It was more than obvious Sai had succeeded in strengthening something between them, although now she wondered if it had gone too far. She also had a feeling things were going to get a lot more complicated by the time the sun finally came up and her body would be covered in, no, would be another of Sai’s works of art.
She heard water running in the bathroom and a few minutes later Sai emerged with a fistful of paintbrushes, all varying in size and a large jar full of water. Jade eyes followed him as he crossed the room to a nearby table and moved the contents covering its surface to the floor before spreading out his brushes on a clean cloth. He picked up his previous sketches from the floor and stacked them neatly before adding them to the clutter on his nightstand.
Sakura felt nervous, almost jittery as proverbial butterflies danced in her stomach. Why was this such a big deal? He was merely going to paint her. She would then wash it off, and it would be over and done with right?
As much as she wanted to believe that, a nagging voice inside her head told her that Sai certainly didn’t ask this of just anyone. There was something special between them now, something deeper than a simple bout of sex. She wanted to be angry at him for forcing himself on her and making her like everything he did, every touch, every kiss, because now she just didn’t know how she felt about him at all anymore. Yet, her anger seemed to deflate every time she looked at him because in some ways, he was just as innocent as a child. His intentions were good and he wanted the best for his team, and she could see that he too was slightly taken aback by what was forming between them. Yet he continued his effort in forging their bind, maybe even without realizing he was doing so. If he was afraid of what was transpiring, he didn’t show it. In fact, he probably welcomed this new sea of emotions considering ROOT had conditioned the feeling out of him long ago. She couldn’t imagine how alien this must be for him, how wonderfully strange it was to be swept up like this, or maybe he was still as calm as ever, examining these new sensations objectively from the outside. They may have grown closer, but she still couldn’t read him any better than before.
With his brushes prepared, the artist crossed the room to rummage in a large cardboard box, the whole time seemingly oblivious to his own nudity. He acted like he was perfectly comfortable in his own skin and Sakura was a little envious. She knew her body was as fit as it would ever be but that didn’t put an end to the slight self consciousness she supposed would always linger with her and with every other female she knew.
Sai returned with a thick board about a foot in length that he would use as a palette as well as five bottles of poster paint, the kind Sakura remembered using to finger paint when she was small. As he arranged his supplies on the table, she saw that he had selected red, blue, yellow, black and white; all that he would need to create every color he could imagine.
Finally situated, Sai dragged the table to the edge of the bed and pulled away the covers tangled around his subject and let them fall to the floor, leaving nothing but the cover sheet and his nude team mate.
Sakura could feel her pulse begin to quicken as the bed dipped under Sai’s weight as he joined her on the white sheets. She held her breath as dark eyes fixed on her and swept slowly from her head to her toes and back up to meet her eyes again. She could tell he was envisioning what he would paint, his artistic mind conjuring up an image that would be the most flattering on her body.
“Are you ready Sakura?” he asked gently, seeming to sense the anxiety in her.
Sakura nodded wordlessly, biting her lip slightly as she tried to force the tension from her body. There was nothing to be concerned about. He had already seen everything there was when it came to the subject of her body, so why was she so apprehensive?
“Just relax.” He said simply, bringing a hand to rest over her belly and sliding it to her thighs, up over her ribs and down her arms, getting a feel for her skin’s firmness and texture before beginning his work. The caressing motions soothed Sakura’s jitters and she allowed her eyes to close, focusing on the warmth of his fingers and letting a little more of her uneasiness dissipate with every breath.
When his hand left her body, she opened her eyes to watch him mix a large amount of black and blue together on his palette with one of the larger brushes. Wordlessly, he moved the board to the bed beside him before he loaded the bristles with color and straddled her hips.
“Don’t move.” He ordered in a soft voice that left no room for argument.
The kunoichi watched as he lowered the brush to sweep over her collarbone, leaving a trail of midnight blue in its wake. Sakura drew an involuntary breath at the cold substance spreading over her skin but refrained from moving as Sai began to work intently on his creation.
She couldn’t see what he was painting but trusted him whole heartedly. Sai had an artistic sense like no one else she knew and whatever he designed would no doubt be beautiful. She trained her eyes on his face, watching it slip into an expression of near serenity as he spread the dark pigment over her throat and down into her cleavage. Never had she seen him so peaceful and it was all too obvious to her that this was something Sai enjoyed immensely. Art was his refuge, his sanctuary, and she had been deemed worthy enough to enter this sacred space with him.
Sai reloaded the brush and continued to make a sweeping stroke up the side of her neck until she could feel the paint’s wetness on her cheek. Curiosity filled her and she wanted to know exactly what kind of picture he had planned but knew it would all come together soon enough. For the time being she just watched him, fascinated by his calm expression and sure hands as he went about his task.
He continued to pull the inky black color over to the fullness of one breasts and as the rough bristles brushed over a sensitive n****e, she felt muscles deep within her core contract slightly. A warm, liquid heat began to form in the pit of her stomach and it only increased as he dragged the bush over her flesh again and again She could feel the bud harden against the bristles as they stroked over the uneven planes of her breast and soon the skin was tingling under the gentle stimulation.
She wanted to whimper, to moan but she held it in, not wanting to distract him from what he was doing. If he knew what he was doing to her, he didn’t make it known and continued painting her skin the inky hue all the way to her thighs, leaving seemingly random spots bare and trailing the darkness down her thighs in tendrils. When he spread her legs slightly to curl a black streak high up on her inner thigh, Sakura did whimper slightly, and though it was barely audible, she was sure Sai had heard it. Her suspicions were confirmed when Sai looked up at her, pausing in her work momentarily.
“Sorry.” She murmured, fighting down a blush that threatened to rise up under the paint on her chest and neck.
Instead of looking at her blankly or chastising her, the dark haired man simply said, “Don’t be. Art is meant to move people so let your body act accordingly.”
“O-ok.” Sakura whispered, hoping she could react and still not move like he had requested.
Having finished with the black, he leaned over to rinse out his brush and blot it dry on the cloth, turning the water in the jar murky and dark. He selected the blue and yellow bottles and worked puddles of both together on his palette. After careful additions of white, he had produced a color that reminded Sakura of her own medical chakra; a soft aquamarine color.
He picked up a smaller brush and applied the paint with quicker strokes, the pressure of the brush feeling lighter as he accepted whatever he had already drawn instead of trying to cover the whole area. In only a few minutes, he was finished with the color and rinsed the brush before picking up another.
He then reached for the bottles of red and white, pouring ample amounts of each onto his palette before adding a squirt of yellow as an afterthought.
Sakura watched as he began mixing various shades until he found one that satisfied him and leaned over her body once more, being careful not to smudge any paint that was still wet.
This time he attended to a patch on the left side of her abdomen, painting with smaller, more precise strokes as opposed to the sweeping motions of before. Sakura watched him focus on his task, his face only inches from her skin and she could feel his hot breath wash over her belly.
His eyes were intense, his attention directly completely on what he was doing but every now and then he would look up at her and meet her eyes, swallowing her up in their dark depths. Perhaps this was why she had been so afraid to allow him to do this. The whole experience was surprisingly intimate but in a way completely different from when they had had sex. There was nothing sexual in his touch, although her body seemed to react regardless, yet there was an undeniable gravitation she felt towards him. It was like he was worshipping her very body paying homage with paints and a paintbrush, but in a way she was also a servant to him, obeying him and lying still beneath him while he drew what he wished.
Sai seemed to be satisfied with that area and moved on to another, stretching his body out and laying next to her so he could work on a patch on her shoulder. She could feel the heat of his own body radiating over her skin and the sensation made her want to be totally immersed in her warmth, to be wrapped up in his arms like after they had made love. It was like he was casting a strange spell on her and Sakura wondered briefly if another woman had ever been wooed like this by him.
“Sai, she murmured, turning her face to the side to look at him as he worked. “Have you every painted someone else’s body like this?”
“No.” he answered, dragging cool, creamy paint over her skin.
“Why not?”
At this question, the artist paused and looked at her, both of them stretched on their sides and faces nearly close enough to kiss.
“Because I’ve never wanted to before.” He answered, and by the clarity in his onyx eyes Sakura knew it was true.
“Then why me?” she persisted. “There were plenty of other girls you could have chosen.”
Sai appeared thoughtful before answering.
“It was almost like I didn’t have a choice. I just felt compelled to draw you as if there was a great piece of art needed to be recognized and I could only complete it if you were my canvas.”
“Oh…” Sakura said, a little taken aback by his response. The way he said it made her sound almost…special to him, an inspiration or a muse that enabled him to do things he couldn’t complete otherwise.
He mixed another shade of soft pink and finished the patch on her shoulder and moved on to the breast that he hadn’t already covered in dark blue. The instant the cool paint touched the sensitive pink peak, a shiver ran through her as she felt her n****e tighten under the caress of soft bristles.
When he swirled the brush around the hard nub, she moaned low in the back of her throat, no longer able to keep silent. Hooded green eyes finally slid closed as fine hairs stroked over her again and again and Sakura was aware of the molten heat in her belly growing, twisting, threatening to reach the brim and spill over, sending fire and lust throughout her whole body.
Sai had to know what he was doing to her. If her soft pleasured sounds and trembling thighs didn’t give it away then the sharp musky scent of her desire certainly did. However, Sai continued to do nothing but paint, mixing a variety of colors and applying the shades to her with masterful strokes of his brush.
When he was finished with her breast, he moved back up to her neck, moving in a diagonal line from her left shoulder to right thigh. By now Sakura was so highly sensitized that every inch felt like an erogenous zone, boiling blood pumping just beneath the surface as she ached for some kind of stimulation at the dripping apex of her thighs. She was moaning freely now, neither wanting, nor having the ability to suppress her moans any longer. She wanted him to know what he was doing to her, wanted him to see what kind of effect his art was having on her body. She was positively throbbing for him and thoughts of the way he had driven himself in and out of her quivering sex earlier only made her more heated.
When at last he worked on the bare patch of skin just above the thatch of wiry pink pubic hair, Sakura thought she would burst. The muscles of her lower abdomen twitched as he drew the brush over the soft surface, and even though he had told her not to move, Sai didn’t seem to mind. Hot sparks shot along her spine as the brush dipped and swirled. Every minute seemed to stretch into an eternity and Sakura had lost all track of time. She didn’t know how long until sunrise or how many hours she had already suffered blissfully. In a strange way, she actually didn’t want this moment they were sharing to come to an end. The intimacy of it, the way he looked at her, it was unlike anything Sakura had ever experienced and she felt powerful, beautiful, wanted, while at the same time feeling like a captive, a slave to his art for until he said she could move, she was his prisoner, no matter how bad she wanted to press her lips to those that were set in a grim line of concentration.
“Sai,” she whispered shakily as his brush swept over a spot that made ever nerve ending burn.
“Shh. I’m almost done.” He soothed, picking up the finest brush on the table and dipping it in black paint. The miniscule hairs would have ticked if the kunoichi hadn’t been so highly aroused but as she was, she found herself panting even harder as he worked to put in the last of the detailing on his creating.
At last he pulled away to examine her, taking in her whole body and the picture he had made. Sakura could only watch as he appraised her, green eyes burning as hot as the rest of her as she waited for his approval. After a long, thoughtful silence, Sai dipped the thin brush into the black paint once more and placed his signature right above her left hip. It was finished, the piece of art that Sakura had become was complete.
“Do you want to see it?” he asked, and Sakura could only nod breathlessly. After feeling, experiencing every brush stroke, of course she wanted to see the picture they made.
The dark haired artist offered her his hand and pulled her up from the sheets.
“Close your eyes.”
Sakura obliged and put her trust entirely in the hands of her team mate and allowed him to gently lead her behind the bed to where she thought the bathroom was and positioned her directly in front of what must be the door.
“Can I open my eyes?” Sakura whispered, her voice made husky by the lust that was still coursing through her.
“Not yet.”
The kunoichi remained still as Sai let go of her hand and moved away. She could hear him rearranging what she assumed to be the lamp and candles as she waited for him, enclosed in the darkness behind her eyelids.
She could feel the cool air on her skin and remembered that she was totally naked. She had been so comfortable with Sai, so completely wrapped up in him that she had forgotten her own state of undress. She wasn’t exactly sure what that meant but she was pretty sure it was significant, especially since she was a fairly modest woman and had blushed crimson only a few hours ago when he had first laid eyes on her skin.
She felt Sai’s presence behind her and felt his hands ghost over her hips and up her sides, tracing her curves with no more than a phantom touch.
“Now can I open my eyes?” Sakura whispered, unconsciously leaning back into his touch.
“Yes.”
His whisper against her ear sent shivers once more along the kunoichi’s spine as her eyes fluttered open. The view that awaited her in the full length mirror hung on his bathroom door was truly breathtaking and for a moment, it was all Sakura could do to stare in amazement at the body she hardly recognized as hers, so transformed was it through her tem mate’s remarkable work.
“Sai,” she whispered, her eyes still glued to her own visage in awe and wonder. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”
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