Sakura closed her eyes, letting herself be lulled by the gentle hand stroking her hair and the rise and fall of the stomach her head was resting against. It had been another tough night at the hospital. People were still dying from wounds received during Pein's attack on Konoha. They had healed everyone they could but some were injured so bad that all they could do was make them comfortable, hold their hands and pray. She had trouble adjusting to feeling so helpless. It had been years since she had felt that way, trained as a medic to make sure it never happened again, she had been so naive.
"You have to stop thinking about it Sakura. Sometimes there is nothing you can do."
Tilting her head to the side to look at the face staring down at her she sighed. "I can't help it. I'm supposed to be able to help these people. It is why I worked so hard. What good am I if all I can do is sit back and wait for someone to die?"
"Sometimes it is all you can do." The hand kept stroking her hair. "How much easier do you think it is for them when you come in with your smile, gently teasing, softly touching, easing them in their final moments? They no longer feel alone. They feel treasured, like their sacrifice was worth while. You give this to them. It is more then enough."
Closing her eyes Sakura gave herself up to the gentle rhythms again. She felt her 'pillow' shift. Gently sliding out from under her, several seconds later she felt lips caressing hers. Giving herself up to the sweetness of the kiss she finally let go of her troubles and just let herself enjoy.
A warm, soft hand started to glide up under her shirt, kneading her breast as a tongue entered her mouth causing her to moan. Slowly she started to respond, arching her back into the hand and fighting for dominance with the tongue. Whimpering as the hand left her to push up her top and undo the bindings covering her chest.
Slowly the tongue retreated and the lips started to move slowly down her neck and chest until finally one nipple was taken into the warm cavern of a mouth. Grasping hair and pulling those lips closer to her Sakura was gratified to feel a hand slowly sliding down her body. When she felt fingers pulling the waist of her shorts down, she lifted her hips.
Now with only minimal covering, just enough to cover everything quickly if someone happens upon their secluded glen, Sakura lets out a shuddering breath as fingers slide teasingly up her inner thigh. A guttural sound leaves her throat as a finger slowly slips in. Pushing her hips up to meet it, she gasps.
After several minutes and one more finger the lips start trailing kisses down her stomach until finally sucking on her clit. Hands fisted in the hair of the one pleasuring her, hips rocking into the mouth, the sucking and gentle biting start to become too much.
Her thighs start to squeeze together as she crashes over the edge pushing against the head sucking on the too sensitive flesh, a moan of "Ino" leaving her lips.
Licking up the rest of the juices flowing from her lover's body Ino slowly makes her way back up to Sakura's lips. Gently kissing her she smoothes the shirt and skirt back down. Sakura rolls to her side so Ino can spoon her. "Rest." Ino tells her. "I'll keep watch."