Fuck, she inwardly groans, reluctantly slipping into consciousness. Her hair tickling her bare shoulder as she sits up. Running her fingers through her mess of locks, she sighs, I didn't tie my hair down last night.
"Stop moving," a gruff voice grumbles, from what she assumes is beside her, instantly waking her all the way up. Golden eyes widen as her head snaps to the side. She turns around wishing the sight away.
No, no no. Not him! Stupid! Stupid Karui! Well at least I got som-
"Damnit Akamaru," the voice growls. She looks to her left again just in time to see a head of shaggy brown hair lift from the white pillow it rested on. Sleepy, dark eyes slowly fluttered open and her heart skips a beat. His piercing gaze focuses in on her. His eyes widen then brows knit. An uneasy smile plays on his lips. It's her, he swallows hard to coat his dry throat, Fuck, what do I do. Maybe I should just roll over and lay in her hair. It smelt so good. Nah, Be cool Kiba, be cool ...but what if...Nah.
"G'morning," he props his head up and rests his cheek in his palm and yawns.
"Right, morning," she looks around the room and vaguely recognizes it as the small inn room she had checked into the day before. She studies the sheets they were wrapped up in and couldn't help but notice that they were both nude underneath the thin fabric.
"So, uh, this is awkward," he drawls.
"Yea," she clings to the white sheet that barely covers her.
"I mean despite my ruggedly handsome looks, I've never stayed over night before so I really don't know what's the proper morning after etiquette," he shrugs.
"Ruggedly handsome looks," she arches a brow.
"Yea," he rubs his strong, stubbled jaw; she shakes her head and chuckles in amusement. He looks over at her and chuckles too. Lifting his hand from his jaw, he runs his fingers through her bed headed mane. She turns to face him. "But I mean since we're both still here," he whispers leaning closer to her, "why don't we have another go." He presses his lips to the spot behind her ear, he had discovered the night before. Her eyes close as a gasp breathlessly rolls from her lips. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to regain her composure, she lightly pushes him away by the shoulder.
"I think you had enough last night," she coyly smiles.
He licks his lips and smirks as one hand plays in her hair and the other caresses her bare thigh, "To be honest, I don't think I could ever get enough of you."
She snorts out a laugh, "How sweet."
Withdrawing his hands away from her, he snickers, "Can't blame me for trying, right?"
"Right," she caresses his cheek before pressing her lips to his. He swiftly rolls over on top of her. The quick movement making both of their heads throb. They draw apart from each other, groaning and holding their heads. "Damn, my head is killing me."
Kiba rolls unto his back and sighs, "Damn, what a night." After a moment, he quickly sits up and franticly looks around the room. "Akamaru," he shouts and they both wince at the aching throb caused by the volume of his voice, "Akie!" A bark came from outside the room. He hops up from the bed and runs to the door. She tries to avert her gaze but her eyes just wouldn't leave him. They trail down his sculpted back to the two dimples just above his firm... she bites her lip and groans before plopping back down on the bed. "There you are," he sighs in relief, "Did you spend the whole night out there?"
Well, I wasn't going in there with you two, Akamaru barks back.
Dragging his hand down his face, Kiba laughs and saunters back to the bed and takes a seat on the edge. The morning light that seeps through the sheer curtains dances along his back. She turns back over. Wanting to reach out and trail her finger along the line of light, she lifts her hand but stops herself.
"You hungry," he looks over his shoulder. She looked up from her hand to meet his gaze, "This hangover has my stomach flippin' but that's nothing some bacon can't fix." She narrows her eyes, ready to decline and get as far away from him as she could, but her dry throat and slight headache shut her right on up. "My treat," a sly grin on his face.
"How could I ever turn that down," she smirked.
She nervously waits for him to get out of bed before beginning the search for her clothes. She wills her sore, uncompliant limbs to move before climbing out the bed. Wrapping the sheet around herself and cursing her past self, she looks for her panties.
"Looking for these," a smug smirk on his lips as he held up the pair of black boy short panties she's searching for.
Neverminding the heat of her cheeks, she stomps over and snatches them away, "Gimme those!" He chuckles then starts to pull his mesh black t-shirt over his head. His slitted eyes following her every move. He bites his bottom lip then glances over at Akamaru, Not bad, right? He remembered the feel of her smooth brown skin and the way the red undertone in it would become more prevalent in her cheeks and the bridge of her nose when flustered. How when she pursed her lips or smirked at him her dimples would be so deep that he couldn't help but poke them...then of course get his hand swatted away. He remembered gripping her round ass. He vaguely remembered burying his face in between her thighs but he clearly remembered how she tasted just as good she smelled.
"Karui," he stood in the doorway. She looks up, at the sound of her name...said in his voice. So slow and thick like molasses. "Hurry up already. I'm starving," he grumbles, throwing his burgundy haori over a shoulder. She cuts her eyes at him, all the butterflies that were just fluttering around in her tummy dropping dead.
"I'm comin'. I'm comin'," she huffs then brushes pass him on the way out.
He chuckles, "You already did that."
"Shutup," she rolls her eyes and cheeks heating up yet again. She wishes she couldn't recall the events from the night before but she remembers most of it so vividly. His touch. His kiss. His voice whispering in her ear.
"They think we're a cute couple, so I was thinking why don't we play a game," that deep, husky bass and smug smirk had stirred something deep inside of her, "You be my woman for the night."
"And you'll be my man," she had quirked her brow.
"Yea, so what do you say?"
Fuck it. I had fun, she smiles to herself as they make their way down the streets to find a decent breakfast. Evidence of yesterday's festival still litters the streets. People from all over the Elemental Nations, hung over and exhausted, were trudging around the streets the morning after the anniversary celebration of the end of the Fourth Great Shinobi War and first year of the Era of Peace.
The autumn breeze blew through Kiba's wild mane as he groans and stuffs his hand in the pocket of his pants. He looked around before his gaze drifts towards the woman beside him and he has to commend himself. He did damn good. To not only get this one to hang around with him all night but to get her in bed too.
Her eyes meet his and she quirks a brow, "What?"
"Nothing," the soft smile on his face forming into a smirk. She scoffs and proceeds on her way.
They settle on a table in the back corner of a small little diner off the main strip. The two sit patiently waiting for their waitress to leave. "Thanks," he lifts his head from his palm as their waitress turns to leave. Two bowls of miso soup, steamed rice, raw beaten egg, two servings of grilled fish, a plate of bacon, green tea and water filled the table. "So uh," Kiba yawns as he pours the egg over his rice, "What all do you remember?"
Karui picks at her fish with her chopsticks, "I remember sitting on that hill-"
"Oh yea, you were crying," he stirs the egg into his rice.
"I wasn't crying," she huffs.
"Sulking, crying same thing."
"It's not."
"Whatever," he shrugs, "I remember you were all sad and shit then me and Akie cheered you up." That smug smirk making it's way to his lips for the umpteenth time that morning.
"Akamaru cheered me up, not you," she snaps her chopstick at him, "Anyway, we had that little bottle of sake."
"Right," he nods his head as he swallows his food; despite how angry his stomach was at him, "We finished that off then went and found that hole in the wall lounge."
"Oh you remember that, don't you," she smirks.
"Hell yea," he chuckles and reminisces. The music. The way her body felt as they moved together. Her slender fingers running through his hair. "Not bad for a leaf boy," she had whispered in his ear. Her scent. He remembered burying his nose in the crook of her neck, filling his senses with her intoxicating fragrance. She smelt like some type of fruit that they definitely didn't have in Konoha. Sweet with a mixture of tingling sourness. Probably something tropical and exclusive to one of the islands of the Land of Lightening. Maybe even that turtle island Naruto had told them about once. She also somehow smelt like fresh mountain air and sea breezes at the same time.
He rubs his nose to cover up his act of inhaling her wonderful scent. "Then we drank a little more," she continues on bringing him out of his reverie as she poured honey in her tea to soothe her irritated throat.
"Then after that we walked around the festival," he takes a bite out of a thick slice of bacon.
"Right," she take a sip of her tea, trying to calm herself then runs her fingers along the cup.
A wide grin on his face, "Then we went back to your room and-"
"Yea yea we get the point," she reaches over and grabs a slice of bacon from his plate. He looks at her and slowly blinks in shock.
"Did you just reach all the way over here and take my bacon?"
"Huh," she looks up and meets his eyes, half of the slice hanging from her lips, "Oh yea."
"I'll let that slide but just this once and only because you're cute." She chuckles a little then smiles at him and he returns it.
Stepping out of the diner, they walk over to the side of the building where they had to leave Akamaru since the diner had a strict no dogs policy. Which Kiba, of course, thought was the dumbest thing ever and tried to argue them down but to no avail.
Kiba tosses a handful of bacon to Akamaru, before sitting beside him and Karui to his side. He rests his head on the wall behind him, "Yo Akie!"
Akamaru looks over at his partner. How is she feelings?
Kiba looks over at Karui, "How are you feeling?"
"Huh? Oh I'm fine."
That's good. She was pretty upset last night.
"I know right but we took care of that right," he grinned. Akamaru eyed her then barked in agreement. Kiba turned to face her, "I leave for Konoha today."
"Yea, I'm going back to Kumo this afternoon."
He scratched the red fang on his cheek and chuckled, "Say Karui." She looked over at him. "I had fun last night"
She chuckled too, "Yea me too.
"I mean we had a good night... a really good night," he smirked, "If you're ever in Konoha you should come find me so we could have some more good nights." He mustered up his most charming smile and the biggest puppy dog eyes he could. She brought her hand to her mouth to muffle her laughter.
"If you're ever in Kumo don't try to find me."
He burst into laughter. She shook her head and smirked as she rose to her feet. "Where you going?"
"Back to my room," she kept walking without looking back at him.
Scrambling to his feet, "C'mon Akamaru! We'll walk you back."
"Do what you want."
"Can I at least get a kiss," he snickered as they stood in the doorway of her room. She bashfully looked down then stepped towards him. She closed her eyes and he followed suit. They leaned into each other until their lips weren't even a breaths space apart.
"Bye Fang Face," she whispered then stepped back.
"What," he deadpanned, "You're just gonna play me like that."
"Yep," she closed the door.
"Just my kinda girl." He sighs, stuffs his hands in his pockets and starts walking.
Look at you, Akamaru chuckles.
"What," Kiba shrugs.
Nothing. Nothing. Akamaru looks over at his companion and sighs. You don't remember do you?
"Remember what?"
You kinda...in a weird way asked her to be your mate. Then you kept going on and on about how she's the one. You said and I quote, 'No, Akamarau smell her. Smell her! She gonna be my wife."
Kiba stops in his tracks, "Seriously? I said that?"
Yea, you can be such an idiot some times. You told her she should move to Konoha with you so you could give her pups.
"I didn't say that!"
You did at the peak of drunken rambling but don't worry. I bet she doesn't even remember, besides you'll probably never see her again because I doubt she'll even want to see your mug," Akamaru snickers.
"Oh shut it, Akamaru!," he lightly shove his best friend, "She wants me! She wants me bad! She'll probably write me or something. No, she'll come all the way to Konoha because she misses me and needs some more of this good Kiba lovin'!"
'Kiba Lovin', wow you're quite the smooth operator, aren't you?
"Shutup Akamaru!" The two jovially turn the corner to the inn they had checked into the day before. All laughter stops moments later as Kiba paled at the sight of a green parka beside his room door. "Shit Shino," he scratches his cheek.
"You forgot about me," Shino directs a shaded glare towards Kiba.
"No, I didn't forget," he waves his hand back and forth in front of his face, "I got distracted. I swear I was going to meet you there but," he nervously chuckles, "Shit got pretty wild last night."
A single digit pushes the dark sunglasses up the bridge of his nose before he sighs, "Because you abandoned me I sought company else where...which was probably for the better."
Kiba's brows knit together then slowly rose in realization. A wide grin crept upon his face. "Shino, you sly dog," he drapes an arm of the shoulders of his best friend.
"Kiba."
"My bad," he continued to laugh as he took his arm from around Shino to open his room door. "Well this shit was a success."
Karui zips up her overnight bag after packing the last of her things back away. A knock at the door catches her attention before she could sling the bag over her shoulder. She opens the door to find Omoi leaning against the wall and Samui beside him.
"Ready," Samui's asks impassively as ever.
"Yea, lemme get my bag," she walks back in to grab it.
"Where'd you end up last night," Omoi pulls the cherry red sucker out of his mouth.
"None ya business," she rolls her eyes.
"Whatever," he shrugs as they start out the inn, "Not like you got laid or anything so it couldn't have been much business anyway."
Her eyes widen. "Shutup Omoi," she shouts. He flinches fearing an onslaught that never comes. He looks back at Karui who had folded her arms over her chest, pouting. He blinks in disbelief then thinking he better not press his luck, turns around and keeps walking.
"You got some rain in your drought," Samui questions from beside her as they hung back away from Omoi. Karui looks over at her, biting back a smirk and nods. The blonde snickers as they walk down the street. "Who?"
"You don't know him."
"Civilian," Samui's face portrays nothing but in her voice was a hint of disgust.
"Of course not," she shrieks then quiets down,"I don't even think a civilian guy could keep up. He's just not from Kumo." A blonde brow inquisitively rose. "Konoha."
Samui's abruptly turns to face Karui, "Konoha?"
"Yea I know," she sighs.
"Cute?"
"Total Venus as a boy," she smirked.
"Well?"
"It was alright, you know," she shrugs avoiding Samui's gaze. She groans then leans unto her busty teammate's stiff shoulder, "I really don't want to admit it but that shit was good. Oh Mui-chan, it was so good," animatedly waving her hands around, "It was lusty and passionate like fire and desire. It's like his dick was calling out to me."
"What it say?"
"It said Karui. Karui," she closed her eyes and sighed then straightens up. She brings her hand to her face, "I mean it was probably only good because I hadn't had any in a while. You know how when you're really hungry and whatever you eat next is the most delicious thing you ever had," she brought her right fist into her left palm and nodded, "That's all it was." She looks over at her blonde friend who gave her a sort of "You really believe that?" look. She groans again. They look forward to see Omoi staring back them with a look of astonishment.
"What," Karui shrieks then sticks her tongue out at him.
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Karui trudged into her apartment after the day long journey back to Kumo. They could've been back in less time than that but they were in no rush. She tossed her bag down beside the door, mentally noting to put it away later. Turning to the left, she started up the canary yellow and deep gold marbled staircase. Her fingers trailing along coral colored walls as she strolled down the hallway. Stopping to peek her head inside the room before her own, she smiled to herself at the sound of soft snoring inside. Continuing on her way she slips into the bathroom and settles on the side of the bathtub to run water for a bath.
She strips down and ties her hair up as she waiting for the tub fill all the way up. Her shoulders roll in an attempt to ease their stiffness. Her body was well-worn. Not mention she was just starting to recover from the soreness of the debauchery she partook in the with the idiot that shall not be named.
A twinge in her back prompts her hands to rub circles into the small of her back with her thumbs. Honestly, her back shouldnt be this sniff and her thighs shouldnt be so sore...still. Maybe it had just been awhile and she was just a bit rusty. He sure wasn't. She groans and turns to the tub to see if it was ready. She didn't need to linger in her thoughts. Especially with how easily her mind tends to bounce around and create all these different scenarios that'd never come to be. She'd never admit it but she was just as bad as Omoi, though not as annoying and negative.
She stops the water before easing into the bubble bath. The warm water soothing her aching muscles and the smell of ocean breezes from the bath fusion calming her senses. She sinks down further into the bath relaxing before getting back to the daily grind. She closes her eyes and thinks back to the mini vacation. Images of wicked smiles and piercing eyes fill her mind. She layed her head back on the tiled wall of the shower just as she had on the trunk of the tree that night.
Her eyes shot open as she had been practically tackled down to the ground by a large white blur. Coming to focus, golden eyes lit and a bright smile formed. "Akamaru," she squealed, raising her hands to scratch behind the great white beast's ears. "What are you doing out here, Pretty Boy," she cooed.
"Well what do we have here," a gruff voice spoke. Her smile fell and her gaze drifted upward to see the owner of the voice in front of her.
"Of course," she sneered, "Should've know you wouldn't be to far behind.
"Aw, Karui. Don't be like that. I missed you too," he smirked, taking a seat beside here.
"Didn't miss you, Fang Face," she huffed, turned away and directed her gaze forward.
"Why are so mean. Every time I see you, you never smile," he teased.
"Ain't nothing to smile about and you haven't seen me in a year and even then it was only for about a week, so how would you know I never smile," she side-eyed him.
"Just as feisty as ever," he sighed and pulled a bottle out of his bag. He popped it open and took a swig. "Want some," he held the bottle out towards her. She eyed the bottle then the young man who held it. He gave it a jerk for reassurance.
"Don't mind if I do," she took the bottle from his hand and raised it to her lips.
"It's pretty strong so don't hit...it...too," the words died on his lips as he watched her gulp down the sake. She lowered the bottle and licked her lips. A wide grin formed on his lips.
"Where'd you get this," she eyed the bottle then up at him.
"My mom's stash," he shrugged and laughed, she couldn't help but join in.
"How did I end up with you tonight," she took another swig from the bottle. He shrugged his shoulders and she turned to face. "Show me a good time, won't you Fang Face?"
"Oh who am I kidding," she whines sinking further into the bubbles, " I haven't had that much fun in a long time and that was the best dick I've had in...in..." she groaned. Maybe he'll come to Kumo. Yea, he'll come here on a mission to deliver a scroll or something. Then he'll show up at my door because he sniffed me out with that "sensitive" nose of his. Oh yes, then he'll kiss me like he did that night and push me up against a wall and-. She splashed the water and lets out a low cry, "Damnit, now look what you've done!"
Karui strolls back into the apartment after her morning run. She kicks her running shoes off and pulls her hair from out of its ponytail after pulling the sweat band off of her head. She stops in her tracks before sighing in defeat. It was too quiet. Stomping up the stairs and down the hall, she bursts into the first bedroom down the hall. "Wake up," she shouts. Soft mumbling was her only reply. She marches over to the bed. "Get up, you little brat! You have training today!"
"Shutup Karui," a delirious snore like murmur causes her eye to twitch.
"Alright," she raises her hand and brings her palm down to smack the lump underneath the covers.
"Ow," the young man shot up, holding his sore behind. A pout on his face and his eyes still closed, "I was getting up, Karui. Geez."
"Yea. Yea," she rolls her and smiles, "Get up and get ready then come down to eat." She got no response other than angry, half asleep grumbling. "Good Morning, Yukai," she sweetly sings on her way out the door.
Trotting down the stairs, she makes her way to the kitchen. She glides through the kitchen picking what she wants and putting back what she decides against. She gazes out the window and washes the fruit in her hand. It's going to be a cool day. The clouds are pretty heavy. A dull aching spikes though her low abdomen. She tries to soothe the pain by pressing a hand to her stomach. Would her period just fucking come already. Those stupid cramps had been torturing her all week.
A while later, the screeching of chair legs scraping the floor let's her know that Yukai was finally ready. "Here you go, Otouto," she teasingly coos, setting his breakfast in front of him. She takes a spot in front of him with her breakfast. Orange, white, black and red all held together in a cracked in half coconut. Kumo being the tropical cloud forest it was produced fruit all year and boy was she thankful. She wouldn't know what she would do without her mango, dragon fruit and pomegranates.
"What are you working on today," she pops a piece of cubed mango into her mouth.
"Nothing new," he shrugs.
"What about the kata Omoi-baka showed you," she took a swig of her water.
"Yea, I'm working on it but it's pretty tough."
"You'll get it," a small smile on her lips, "You always do." He returns her smile double over. "I have mission briefing today. Finally something to do other than running boring errands and filing stupid paper." She sighed and set to finish her breakfast before getting ready to head over to Raikage tower.
Karui sits on the examiner table, ready for her pre-mission physical. It had been a week of training and protein shake fetching and was she glad when she had received the message for a real mission. So now here she was kicking her legs, waiting for the medical nin to come back to examine her. Her hand settles on her abdomen as a wave of cramps roll through. She screws her eyes shut, mentally cursing Mother Nature out for having such impeccable timing. Her musing disrupted as the door opens.
A brown-skinned young woman walks into the room and over to her patient to begin the examination. Her dark brows furrow. "I'm sorry, Karui but I can't let you go on this mission."
"What? Why not," Karui nearly jumps off the table.
Her lips turn up into a soft smile, "Because you're with child. It's very early though. You probably haven't even missed your period yet."
"With child." the crimson hot head gasps incredulously," With child? Like pregnant?"
The medical nin nods her head, "Congratulations."
"Thank you but I've been cramping and spotting doesn't that mean my period is coming," Karui shook her head.
"That's probably just implantation bleeding. That occurs when the fertilized egg attaches to the uterus lining."
"Fertilized egg," she breathlessly repeated,"Wow, um, thank you." She slides off the table and mindlessly goes through the next process of filing for medical leave.
Once outside the hospital building, she starts towards a platform that leads to one of the lower mountains of Kumo. She scales the hillside and settles in the lush grass. Her hand settles on her abdomen as she looks out unto the Port of Lightening. The wind blows and the waves roll into shore. Her breathing grows ragged as her thoughts race. Pregnant. A baby. A life that would depend on her. She screws her eyes shut and clutches at her head. How? How did this happen? She stopped rocking back and forth. Her eyes widened. "Kiba," she whispers. Her hands balls up into a fist and she screams without a care of who might hear, "I'm going to kill him!"