A/N: I wrote this years ago for Ino's birthday. And never bothered to write birthday fic for any character again. Go figure.
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Sakura is covered only in the loosest sense of the word by a long silk ribbon, red as sin. It crisscrosses her chest, hiding her breasts but not her hardened nipples. From a strategically-placed bow a gift tag dangles; it's a full minute before Ino recognizes her own name between Sakura's spread thighs.
"Ino-chan..."
Looking above Sakura's neck for the first time since walking into the room, Ino drinks in the flush face and full, red lower lip. The effect is no less appealing for its lack of intention.
Closing the door behind her, Ino moves to unwrap her present.
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Praise appreciated, concrit treasured, flames raspberried.