naruto; Twisted Dance [anko/sakura]

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Title: Twisted Dance
Pairing: Anko/Sakura
Summary: She doesn't say a word as the elder kunoichi pulls her from the crowds.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Twisted Dance

She doesn't say a word as the elder kunoichi pulls her from the crowds, doesn't make a sound as she bites down, hard, on her neck, because, to them, this is a game. A game to see who will respond first, to see if anyone notices the acts being preformed right in front of their unseeing eyes.

She runs her hands from the dark hair down, sliding her them under her shirt--could it even be called a shirt, this flimsy covering of fishnet--to her breasts, and digs in with her nails just as the other draws blood.

Anko's own hand slides down, deeper into her skirt, and the younger bites down on her shoulder in an effort not to scream at the pain, the sensations coming from the mistress of sadism's fingers and nails. All it takes is one little gasp, one little slip-up from the pink-haired medic, and she's gone, as if she was never there at all. The crowds move by, and it could be just a dream, if the marks left behind didn't prove otherwise.

And she laughs, at the incompetence of the people around, not even noticing the strange dance that was preformed before them, and at her own folly, because who knew when she would return.

But, she swears, next time it won't be her who makes the first sound.