Author's Note: AN UPDATE, a few chapters got put together, and around 5 and 6, I rewrote them.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Ino groaned silently into her palm, staring at the couple in front of her. Her clear blue eyes squinting in annoyance at finding herself, once again, in the middle of their secret rendezvous. She chuckled half heartily to herself, she really couldn't handle this anymore. She couldn't recall when it began but she knew she wanted it to stop. She got up from her place on the floor, questioning whether she should just leave or say something.

"Would you mind, perhaps, getting the hell out of my way?" Clearing opting for the latter.

Ino sighed inwardly, it wasn't what she had wanted to do but it didn't seem to get much notice either. Glancing down, she noticed how neither one was paying her any mind, to busy smashing faces. They could get so caught up with one another, that they would completely forget she was there. How exactly did they think this was going to last, how could they possibly think that she would be ok with this. To only be looked at when they wanted something out of her in return. She wanted to scream, and yell and punch and just…fucking break something. But she didn't, she couldn't, so she opted for the only solution that would keep her sane at the moment. She walked forward, stepping between them and to the door.

"What the hell, pig?!" They were both looking up at her now. Sakura's irritated eyes landing on her back, while his stayed playful but curious.

"Sorry Sakura, I just…need some air." As Ino cracked the door open, a soft breeze wafted through the apartment. She could already begin to feel her tense muscles relax, her mind begin to calm, and her spirit rise. But the moment passed as quickly as it came when Sakura slammed the door shut, jostling Ino in the process, leaving her to stare intently at a closed door.

"Then crack a window open, not the damn door for the whole world to see us," Sakura fumed, "What the hell were you thinking?"

"You act as if we're some big secret that no one knows about." His voice sounded amused.

"Not many people know about us to begin with and I don't want the whole village to suspect anything they might not understand." Sakura huffed, as she crossed her arms.

"I was only opening the door Sakura," said Ino, still reeling from earlier, "If I knew opening it would have caused you to freak out, I would've climbed out your window. I'm sure that would quell the peoples accusations."

Sakura stared incredulously at the blonde. "Look, I just don't want to air my dirty laundry for the whole world to see, ok?"

Ino couldn't bare to hear another sap story about the village judging the three of them for their choices. A choice, Ino never felt she had to begin with. If the village found out, she knew the pity stares would be directed her way. The third wheel, the girl who couldn't find herself a man, a harlot who had to borrow. She had tried so hard to stay away from any scandals that had spread around the village, but atlas, she couldn't. A stunning tease, they would call her, civilians and ninja's alike. As much as she stayed away, she would get dragged into another one, but this…this was more than she was willing to take. Ino had heard most of them, rumours created with little to no truth. They rarely ever bothered her, but this one, what they were doing, would destroy her.

"Maybe we should stop then." It came out almost pleading. She could't help but wince at the desperation in her tone.

"Maybe we should," Sakura agreed. "Today seems like a bust."

"No, I meant…with me. I should stop…joining in, I mean." Ino hated this. How was she supposed to phrase this? What was she supposed to say?

Sakura blinked disbelievingly. She continued to do so until he spoke up.

"Why?" He questioned.

Ino shuddered at the deepness of his tone. She didn't want to do this, she wanted to leave. If he got his way, she'd never be able to go.

"I think it would be best." Ino kept her voice still and calm. She wouldn't let him get to her.

"Says who," he was looking at her now, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "I never said you could go."

"You can't keep me here against my will."

"You wanna bet." His tone challenging.

Ino gaped. She turned to Sakura for assistance, to be shot down immediately by her glare. Sakura, that big ass forheaded bitch had the nerve to choose him over her. They'd been friends for years, Sakura had just started riding his dick a few months back. Best Friends Forever, my ass! Ino had been to caught up in the idea of burning the ends of Sakura's hair to feel his hand slide up her arm. Her body stiffened immediately.

"I think you need to relax a little," he continued to slide his arms up until he was cupping her face, "release some of that pent up energy."

Before she had the chance to respond, his lips crashed onto hers heatedly. Hot lips scorched hers in a frenzy of passion. The whole desperate night rushed in on her and she clung to him, her breasts heaving with exertion, her mouth burning with a need.

"There you go, baby," he rasped, his voice coming from deep within his throat. "Give in a little."

Her heart pounding, gasping for air, her chest pained with the effort. She had to get away, she couldn't let this continue.

"Please, don't." She husked, backing away.

"Don't what?" he grated, stalking her till he had backed her to the door.

She knew why she had to run, she had seen it in his eyes after he had kissed her. He wanted her and nothing was going to stop him now. When he took her in his arms panic surged feverishly. She grabbed his shoulders, intending to knee him in the groin. He was fast to catch on to her intentions, using his own legs to trap hers.

She cursed under her breath. She wasn't prepared for this to happen, he's never been this attentive to her before.

Ino became very aware of her surroundings. How could Sakura do nothing? This was, after all, her man.

"Forehead, you going to help me or what?!"

"Why should I, when he's having so much fun," Sakura teased as she made a motion to help but a glare from him, froze her in place. "Sorry Ino-Pig, but my hands seem to be tied."

"Oh, fuck you Haruno!"

He pressed his left thigh closer to her most sensitive area. Her senses were going into overdrive, she had to get out fast.

"Oh look at the time, I should really be heading home. I'm sure my father is worried sick about me."

"Isn't your dad on a month long mission?" Sakura quipped.

"You're a whore, ya know that."

"What?!" I'm a whore," Sakura feverishly rushed up to Ino's face. "That's gold coming from you Pig."

"The only gold coming from me are these long luscious locks, baby."

"That…that doesn't make any sense." Sakura groaned, shaking her head.

"It shouldn't have to." Ino yelled flabbergasted.

He sighed at the scene before him, laughing at the idea of her going this far just to distract him from his task at hand. She was so caught up in herself, that she hadn't noticed that it wasn't working. But he played along, until their bickering became to much for him to handle.

As he pressed his thigh harder between Ino's legs, he decided to grab a handful of Sakura's supple ass. They both made a collective yelp ,both stopping their rants. His eyes roaming over both their bodies, taking in the delicious skin peaking out. He wondered if they knew how delirious their outfits made him feel, they were so subtle but exposed all of his favourites. Not to mention, they liked their clothing tight. Those cropped tops and short skirts, skin for everyone to see and an outline of a body meant to drive anyone insane.

He shook the thoughts from his head. He was beginning to distract himself. Clever little minx.

"That's enough from the both of you," looking from cerulean to emerald. "Now, kiss and make up." he jested.

They stared at each other and then to him in shock. He sighed, well one can only try, he thought.

"This...has been fun, but I should really be going. I left the shop to a rookie, the least I could do is close up." Ino groaned out.

This day was just to weird. She was confused, extremely annoyed, slightly turned on, and especially tired. She craved a warm shower to wash away the mess that was today and a good night's rest to take her mind away from it all.

He looked Ino over for a few minutes before deciding to let her go. Her eyes were dimming, as if something was slowly crushing down on her. He watched as she smiled weakly at them both.

"I'm sorry guys, we'll catch up later, o'kay?" her voice void of any promises.

He watched her walk into the living room to get her things. She slipped on her jacket as she walked to the front door to slip on her shoes, opening the door in the process. He watched as she looked back to wave her goodbye's, not missing the glance she took at his hand still firmly placed on Sakura's bottom. He continued to watch as something flashed through her eye's, something unreadable. She wasted no time slamming the door shut and sprinting away.

His chest tightened, he didn't like the look in her eyes. He had an overwhelming feeling that something was about to change. He sighed at the feeling as he ran his free hand through his hair.

Sakura didn't know what to say. She'd never seen Ino act so strangely before, not even when she binged on those crazy diets when they were younger. She spared a glance at her lover, apparently he would have agreed. His look matched hers but there was something else hidden in those eyes. His lips were in a tight line, jaw firmly clenching. She leaned over to rest herself on his shoulder as she whispered in his ear.

"What's going through that head of yours, Naruto?"