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Sometimes, when you’re far from home, the place you stay for the night becomes more than it is. The sun sets, curtains are closed, and the room becomes a memory shared with the person you came there for. And it’s always a person you come for, no journey is ever done for anything but a person, you might just not realize it until you’re there – in the middle of a memory with nothing to distract you or pull you back to reality. What happens right here, right now. Just between you and the walls around you. A secret in the making.
The hotel room had only one mirror and whoever put it up knew what they were doing. Lying lazily on the large bed, Tsunade could peer right through it into the combined bathroom and shower. Still steamy, the door of it left open between the two women and the space they shared. Heavy curtains shut tight to keep the city out. Dimmed lights pouring over luxurious, deep green colors and rich dark wood of the furniture. Shizune standing in front of the mirror, towel dropped and forgotten as she took care of her skin, soothing the red on her face with gentle creams and taming the ends of her hair with perfumed oil. Her shoulders and chest still slightly wet from her shower. Her neck pink from the heat of it. Tsunade could see it all through that mirror, and she thought that surely, this had been the purpose of putting it there in the first place.
Shizune did not seem to notice. Humming to herself and massaging the oil into her hair like she always did. Without the least bit of attention directed her companion’s way. With a low “hm” of her own, Tsunade pulled the covers away, and rolled onto her side. Letting the cool air of the room reach her own bare skin, but for the dark lace that covered her bottom and the thin white fabric over her torso. If that mirror showed so much one way…
Excitement thrilled her as she waited. Anticipation like a tickle beneath her ribs, right in the middle of her chest where something purely youthful blossomed. Its roots running deep to the core of her desires, whole and there no matter how many times life denied her it. It spread within her, growing and tickling her insides, fluttering away like it had no idea where to go with all the energy that poured into her. All while her body remained relaxed. Grounded on top of the mattress, sunken into a position that was just as lazy and comfortable as it was strategically inviting. And the little noise that left that steamy bathroom let her know that she had been right about the mirror and its angles.
Naked feet on the wooden floor. Little breaths she knew all too well. A creak of the bed.
Warm, soft skin pressed against her back. A slightly clammy hand gripped at her hip, pulling at it to come closer. The tip of a nose touched the nape of her neck and a low murmur asked; “Tsunade-sama? Are you going to sleep?”
She intentionally adjusted her hips, feeling the bumps of Shizune’s hips against her backside. “Sure, let’s sleep. We’ll have another long day tomorrow.” Shizune pressed further into her, sighing. Tsunade rolled her hips, turned her head. Her smile so close to Shizune’s lips she could feel the warmth radiate off her skin. One last, short breath, and she stole a wet kiss before she could mistake the suggestion as sincere.
Soft kisses, light sighs. They filled her ears and washed away the world, kept everything and everyone at bay same as the curtains in the windows. Greedy hands touching her, petting her, grabbing at her. Trying to both pin and pull, lead and control. They rolled together over the mattress, laughing as they wrestled in both play and hunger. Tsunade filled her hands with Shizune’s soft thighs and slipped her own between her legs. As far as it would go without hurting her. Moaning into her mouth, the woman moved. Slick against her. Naked skin smooth as she rode it. Taking pleasure from the friction. The pressure of it against her thigh as Shizune lost herself in passion made Tsunade squirm. Gasping, blind and intoxicated, Shizune put her hand along her jaw and held her face with something like desperation. Not hard enough to hurt, but plenty to send a shiver up her spine. Turning her head again, Tsunade took her thumb into her mouth and let the pad of it lay against the flat of her tongue. And Shizune trembled.
Rolling over her, Tsunade pinned her to the mattress. Gloating in her weight and the strength of her body pressing her down. Shizune’s eyes fluttered open, and a thrilled whine left her pretty little mouth. Tsunade copied what she had done: taking her jaw in one hand and biting at the bottom lip. The other woman writhed beneath the weight of her, their breasts against each other. A silky, sweet sensation in the midst of all the excitement. Then she crawled down. Below her chest, below her belly. Taking her leg and propping it over her shoulder. To the pink, flushed, wet vulva that she knew ached for her attention. The room might have been dark but she had no use for her eyes in what she intended to do. With her mouth full of that pink skin she would simply have to feel her way to her dear companion’s pleasure.
Tongue wet against the folds and bumps, stroking the sensitive skin and clasping her legs tight, Tsunade took an iron grip on Shizune and listened to the movements of her body to guide her. Long strokes over, slow circles around it, fast and gentle flicks against her clitoris. Rolling with the sounds of her partner, holding her tighter as she struggled mindlessly beneath her tongue. Hips lifting and twisting, legs twitching. A hand took the top of Tsunade’s head and grabbed her by the hair. Pushed her closer. Tsunade pulled her tongue back into her mouth and wrapped her lips around the little bud. Closing tight around it. Delicately, gently, sucking.
Shizune cried out. The hand in her hair pulled harder. Light pulses of suction between Tsunade’s lips and the relentless press of her tongue against the very tip of her clit made the writhing wilder, more desperate, but still hopeless against the iron strength of the Sannin. Between the gasps and moans she heard something like coming – and let one of her legs go, forcing it to the side before taking that hand and putting it beneath her own face, slipping a finger into the slick, hot wetness before it clenched down on her, soft but strong as the muscles clamped down as one around it.
She shuddered again. Shaky hands stroking her hair. She let go of the little bud, leaving it exposed to the air of the room. Shizune looked at her, dark eyes filled with adoration and sweetness. “Up.” She said, voice as shaky as her hands. “Come to me.”
Arms wrapped around each other again, her presence seemed to dominate the dimly lit room. The vast, wide world awaited them outside, but it did not need to know about the memories they shared in here. It was theirs to explore – but their intimacy belonged only to each other.