A Fine Mess Tokyo

Prologue

Golden tresses splayed across the silk, plush pillow in a velvety sweep. Ino Yamanaka's cerulean orbs flew to him from behind dark, long lashes that batted with an ironic sort of innocence. Without thoughts, or words, her slender arms circled around his neck, as he lowered over her, his eyes curious, greedy, to take in the sight of her risqué dress.

"Are you sure it's only for a mission that you're dressed like this?" he whispered against her burning ears. He bit down, tasting the heat for himself. A moan threatened to tip the so far guiltless situation into something more. His wandering hands that gripped her slim waist, before lowering to the bottom hem of the dress, waiting for any sort of permission to hike it up.

Unable to contain her giggles, Ino fled to the grove of his neck, "Can't make any promises, love."

Love.

Who knew a four-letter word could cause so much irreversible, illicit damage? As if Sasuke's ears only needed the permissible term of endearment, his teeth moved down her neck, before his lips sealed the kiss. She pulled him tighter to her, as his body moved with rhythm, excited in a way that he hadn't felt since the first time they had found each other restless in the dusk of the morning.

However, the first and only time had been when they were eighteen, and in the drunken happiness, they had given into love—five eternal years ago.

A secret that only Shikamaru Nara had been confided in and a secret that the Hyuuga family would seek blood for.

Sasuke felt a candle of shame within him. He had been married to Hinata Hyuuga three years, yet thought more of the blonde beneath him in one day than he would his wife in an entire week. A thunder of need echoed throughout him, and he brought his attention back to her flawless neck. Hinata's had a streak of bruises from training; he always had to be so careful of her. With Ino, the deepest love bite, and the most reckless kiss would leave the skin gleaming in desire.

Ino's warm, slim hand found Sasuke's cheek, holding his lips that dared to dip lower. Sasuke looked to her, his heart beating with a sudden panicky spike. Did she want to stop?

"You know what this would mean…don't you?" she had to ask, he needed to know.

His eyes trickled down, powered either by shame or lust, he could no longer tell. "I know Ino." He chuckled nervously—he was never nervous—but he did move up to stare into her face. He hadn't had a single taste of her in over five years, but his imagination left little error in what he remembered. He could hardly breathe, he did not know what was taking over. He had grown accustomed to being cold and having simple feeling towards his wife, but the woman—the mistress—below him made his emotions pour before he could scoop them into his hands.

With a nod of her head, he continued. At first he was hesitant, but at the taste of her strawberry lips he became addicted. Her back arched in a desperate grab to get closer, but was compressed by Sasuke lowering himself on her. When the kiss broke, a clumsy moan tumbled from both lips. Hands shoving her dress upwards, Sasuke used his right arm to lace around her waist and pull her closer, as if the inch between them was too far. Ino gripped his shirt, nearly begging for it, and though it wasn't like Sasuke could wait any longer, he sensed something.

"Sasuke?" Ino breathed.

"Hm?" he asked, trying to refocus himself for that single moment of true pleasure in five years. He read the panic in her eyes, "N-nothing, it was nothing."

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

`~`~`~`~`~`Hinata`~`~`~`~`

4 hours later

Hinata Hyuuga stretched in the early morning, writhing in her button up T-shirt. The deep blue stripes popped in the crisp, wrinkled white shirt. She wore navy-blue, lacy panties that hung on her hips, from how much she tossed, and turned. The crackle of bacon streamed through the room, playful beneath her nose.

Breakfast too?

She could hardly describe her husband's hungry lust for her this morning, let alone the fact that he decided to make breakfast. Though she had echoed his name throughout the room like litany, but he bit his lip, as if to keep from saying anything dirty. She liked it when Sasuke was rougher, but nothing unusual other than that.

Hinata smiled, lying back against the dark, mahogany headboard. Dawn painted over the horizon, awash with pale colors over the sky. When she heard Sasuke whistle, she knew today would be a great day. Sasuke rarely ever was in a good mood, like he was then. She grabbed on a small pair of shorts, there's just something so sexy of having Sasuke's hands push them down. She teased her hair in a messy bun, and left her sweeping bang over her right eye. She had learned the look from Ino, but couldn't really place when.

Hinata gasped when she caught sight of him. Her breath slid in and out of her in feverish gasps. He looked sofine in his lustrous athletic, long sleeves shirt. His inky-black hair was combed back to perfection, his dark orbs reflected the light as he cooked.

Hinata's eyes swept over the flush in his cheeks, still hot from that morning. It also revealed his usually hidden gold freckles, flecked upon his smooth skin. She smiled in deep pleasure, remembering how she had counted them, singularly, the night before. She could barely breathe remembering how sunken she was in his larger, muscular body, his hands swimming in her dark tresses.

Before Hinata knew it, the damned speed that Sasuke had been gifted with had brought him to her in the handful of seconds. It did not keep the smirk off her face as she moved closer, standing on her toes to give him a sweet, long kiss on his lips. She trusted him now, trusted that his kisses were for her.

She trusted wrong.

A/N: Sorry to end so short, but now you know the premise. Do you like it?

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