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I'm never going to be the one, my fallen love. Don't cry for the things you love, my fallen dove; cause they all die in time. Naruto's dark eyes scanned the softness of her skin. He trailed a hand up her thigh; memorizing the way it felt while it lasted. The need-the primal urge to devour her, and drink her in, shook the inside of his very being; and instead, he settled for the fabric of her white, delicate dress. Fisting the fabric in his hand as if it could melt away by his touch. Across from him, he could see the pure resentment in Sasukes eyes; but only he could see it-because it was meant for him, however he remained unfazed. Naruto decided to let Sasuke watch as he inhaled her scent; moving her soft curls out the way to get a better taste of her intoxicating aroma.
1- Unveiled.
