Ino's throat was parched, her legs were all wobbly, and the best thing she could force from her mouth was an unattractive croak. The Uchiha stared through her, not making a move, his breath soft but still creating clouds of mist due to the cold weather.
They were so close. Just an inch or so and they would have been touching.
Slowly, lifting her hands, she folded down the cloak covering his face and stared for a moment.
Her fingers burrowing their way underneath the material and softly cupping his neck, dragging their way up to hold his chin in both hands.
There were no sudden movements everything was filled with slow caution, as if she patting a vicious dog when she let her hands rest on the nape of his neck. Slowly, she edged closer, until she could press onto him, her face nuzzled neat against the crook of his neck. Her breasts flatly mushed against his ribcage. It was an awkward embrace, even when he skimmed his hand over her back, and pressed to draw her close. Even when he relaxed against her and swayed on the spot at the scent of her hair.
Itachi pressed her down against the dewy grass, and allowed himself to melt away in her blue eyes.
She kissed his jaw and breathed something so soft it was almost inaudible against his ear.
"Fuck me."