Genma and Ino :D I like these two! But again it's very long...sigh

Sooo...I don't knwo whether to make this into a little story thing or not? I have the second part of this to upload but it's mostly just a big page of dirtiness and after that I don't know whether to continue or not? I'd like some feed back if anyone's willing to give some? Review Review :)

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There had been a group of them, standing outside the shinobi watering hole on that lovely crisp Friday night but now the group had been whittled down to two individuals, neither of whom really knew each other very well, and as the exuberant Naruto gave his goodbyes and staggered drunkenly away with a timid Hyuuga prop, the two remaining found the atmosphere rather uncomfortable indeed.

Genma cursed, earlier that night when the mood had been slow he had decided to provide the entertainment himself and using the stealth and guile that had won him his shinobi status, had stolen Sarutobi Asuma's cigarettes off him. It had been fun, especially when Asuma had got increasingly drunk throughout the night and was almost kicked out for violently accusing the bar tender. But now with a barely smoked cigarette at his fingers and a young blonde whom he was strangely cautious off standing next to him, he wished it had never crossed his mind that he might like to steal the jounin sensei's cigarettes. He wanted to finish the one he'd just lit but he also didn't like the stale air that hung between them: it reeked of discomfort.

Ino took a deep breath in and pretended that there was something on her skirt. Oh god, think of something to say, Ino. But what to say? Usually she just talked and if the other person didn't like it, well then it was their problem, but something about Shiranui Genma intimidated her, and she was not a woman easily intimidated, especially when she'd been drinking.

She was attracted to Genma, of course she was, everybody was, they were just put off by his reputation for being a chronic bed hopper, this made the situation even more strange because usually if Ino was attracted to someone she could flirt for Konoha with them – it had even earned her a rather dubious reputation – but Genma was different, she didn't know why he just was.

Genma was racking his brains similarly, wishing something witty and charming would fall flippantly off his tongue, but it just wasn't happening. Something we have in common? What the hell do we have in common? Err...we kind of have Asuma in common and before he could think of reasons not to mention the bearded smokeaholic the words were out, and sounding horribly lame.

"So Asuma..." was all he could manage.

Ino looked sideways at Genma who was now looking into the distance with a stunned expression on his face, the cigarette halfway to his lips.

Oh dear that wasn't very smooth, he thought. "...is...your teacher?"

"Yeah," Ino had to give him points for trying, "he was anyway."

"Oh, not any more?"

"I'm twenty."

"Oh."

...

Ah, I killed it, Ino sighed internally, so my turn to say something then. What do I know about Genma? Well last week I heard that he slept with all the female admin staff at the ANBU headquarters and that he was really good at giving ... maybe not for a first time conversation. Hmmm...

"So...you're an examiner?"

"Yeah."

"That sounds – er – fun."

"It's okay I guess." Silence. Ino wished she'd drunk more, even as she swayed slightly on the spot. "But I'm mostly in ANBU now," he just couldn't help showing off, but he tried, really he did and it didn't help that this was usually the first line in his arsenal of 'things to say to get a woman into bed'. He'd told himself not to hit on Ino but the brain in his pants had made the 'pretty girl – sex' connection quicker than his actual head brain could string a sentence together, and so he was helpless to prevent himself.

"Ooh, nice," Ino said, I can work with this, she thought, "you got a sexy uniform then?" Genma couldn't help but laugh; this was more like the audacious Ino that rumour painted her out to be...

"Er – yeah I guess," ...and that simple fact scared the hell out of him because then maybe the rumours were true, and if the rumours were true then he'd very much like to spend a night with Ino. Very much.

"Asuma-sensei has one but-" Ino wrinkled her nose, "he looks funny-looking in it. But I guess it's funny to tease him about it, he gets so mad." Ino smirked rouguishly and for a second Genma imagined her as a blond haired vixen, sitting astride him with that smirk on her face. It was a lovely image but he stored it away for future use. He never knew when it might come in handy...

"What?" he asked, tipping his head back, the cigarette between long fingers, "Even funnier than stealing his cigarettes?"

Ino allowed an amused grin to cross her lips at his evildoing, her eyes lingering on the tip that had just been brought to his lips and was now resting there in the place of his usual senbon. She quirked an eyebrow.

"So it was you then? He's been going on about that all night." He let out a sly chuckle mixed with a whirl of smoke in the air.

"I'm surprised he's still standing. Besides, he nicked my senbon first; one oral fixation for another I say." Ino smiled, making a small, alcohol induced sound of amusement in the back of her throat, and wondering how she could snaffle one of his senbon away and just what he'd use to replace that oral fixation if Ino was involved...

"We did try to steal them one time when we were younger and trying to make him quit and that's how Shika broke his arm when he was fourteen. He guards them with his life! I don't know how you did it."

Genma shrugged and said modestly, "well he was very drunk."

He had known the moment he had seen Ino properly for the first time, all blonde hair and long legs, that she could be a possible partner for his nightly escapades, but he also knew that this was not the kind of girl that could fulfil that evil sexual need of his to flit from woman to woman, she seemed too...genuine for his tastes. She may have a reputation that rivalled Anko's but when she spoke she proved she was nothing like the merciless snake user - no matter how risqué the rumours surrounding Ino were or how deliciously soft her body looked or how big her big blue eyes were she still seemed to retain something of the untouchable about her, and he was in no position to change that, he thought with a wistful sigh. Ino lived flanked by strong shinobi and he could only imagine the hell that would break loose if he started messing with her.

Meanwhile, whilst Genma's mind was focused on - regardless of running through the reasons she was so deliciously out of bounds - how incredible she would look panting and sweaty and splayed across his bed, Ino's large cerulean eyes began to shift with the ever deepening silence. She searched her head again for something to say just on the off chance that last time one of her synapses hadn't been working properly: they had, nothing sprang to mind and upon further probing her mind for anything – anything – to deaden the uncomfortable lull around them, her head disappointingly came up blank.

After a longer while the burning tip of the cigarette caught her eye and she was drawn by it, balancing delicately between two of Genma's fingers, resting lightly on his thigh, the burning end pointing forward. He has real nice hands... Her eyes were so fixated on his hands, and then the cigarette's filter end, the point that was slight moistened as it was where his lips had been wrapped around, that when she finally realised the cigarette was being tilted her way she looked up at Genma in surprise and was met with deep chocolate brown eyes.

Neither said anything for a moment and it was such a long moment that in the end Ino began to worry that he hadn't meant to offer her the cigarette and was just holding it awkwardly, and so she didn't take it. Not that she wanted to smoke it; after being under the tutelage of an obsessive chain smoker for most of her shinobi life, she was well aware of all the consequences and aggravations of the small cancer sticks.

"Well?" he asked, his eyebrows moving up slightly in a kind of quizzical gesture, "Want some?" Her blue eyes met with his and a pleasurable shiver snaked down her back, he had real nice eyes. For a moment no noise came from her, no reaction at all except to stare slightly...until his forehead furrowed in a half-frown.

"Ah...n...no...I...I don't...I mean...I've never...no thanks."

He narrowed his eyes and a sly, almost enlightened smile crept upon his handsome features, she was staring at me.

"You've never had one before have you?!" he said slightly too loudly, his words almost slurred with drunken enthusiasm. Her eyes snapped to him so quickly they almost swivelled in their sockets. If she hadn't already felt intimidated by the older shinobi when she had been sitting with a group of them earlier that night, she certainly was now. She decided to disguise this with a polite if not slightly sarcastic, "No, I'll have you know I have not."

He chuckled and took a drag of it. "Well, try it." Again the cigarette was tilted her way and she eyed it negatively. "It won't kill you," he added with an extra chuckle, "not yet, anyway."

She sighed, finally taking the burden from him in her own two fingers and swaying slightly as she tried to focus on the filter end she would have to inhale from. "You know, Genma, I would have expected more of a mature and seasoned shinobi such as yourself than to be standing outside pubs tempting young, innocent kunoichi into bad habits." An inviting smirk came over him.

"Well in that case you don't know me very well at all."

She giggled at his comment, taking the cigarette to her lips but hesitating deliberately before placing it there. "Like this?" she asked, her lips poised, her eyes locked with his. He nodded shortly, trying not to make it obvious that he was watching her pink lips moving and imagining...unmentionable, dirty things.

Having long since resigned himself to the fate that he was attracted to her, he just allowed himself to watch as she inhaled gently on the stick, her breasts rising at the intake and slightly pushing against their restraints, white skin bulging against material borders. She took it from her lips with a thoughtful expression on her face, tasting the swirling, smoky taste, her lips poised but closed, slightly pouted as she regarded the taste...before hunching over and coughing out a great cloud of smoke.

Her splutters mingled with a dark laugh and as she looked sideways, eyes watering from the force of coughing, she could see Genma's face twisted in amusement. She grimaced.

"Oi!" she exclaimed, hitting him lightly on his shoulder, "stop giggling at me!"

He started a little at the physical contact but managed to hide the shock as she landed another hit to his shoulder. The next one was avoided as he deftly caught her arm, drawing her eyes level to him, her feet on tip toes.

"I never giggle," he said lowly, punctuating every word forcefully in mock warning.

Ino's fist clenched in...anticipation? Is that what it was? And what exactly was she expecting him to do?

She could smell the smoke and light scent of alcohol on his breath and could feel it washing over the cheek and lips: she knew exactly what she was expecting him to do, and for a moment, as his eyes glanced down to her lips, she knew he expected it too. She had never felt more intoxicated in her life and it only was partly the sake's fault. Her lips tugged gently at the corners into a hesitant smile – her consent.

'Oh god, now she's smiling?' Genma's thoughts were still resisting, he shouldn't, he really shouldn't; there were so many specific reasons he'd lain down why he shouldn't but it seemed his movements had become similarly intoxicated by the blonde temptation standing so close in front of him. He had suddenly become overtaken by a revelation that she really was as irresistible as he had feared she was, and swallowed a lump that seemed to obstruct his throat. Once gone he moved in, closing the distance.

Suddenly the door of the pub banged. Both pairs of eyes looked up into dark, piercing ones…Sasuke.

Ino jumped back despite herself. Even though she was meant to 'hate' the Uchiha, it wasn't her fault if he was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen and tended to make her melt on sight.

No Ino, be strong!

Genma shuffled, suddenly uncomfortable. He knew that he wasn't going to win against the dark haired, red eyed shinobi, but then again, he thought, furrowing his brows at his own troubled thoughts, what was he expecting to get upon winning? Did it happen to have blond hair and big blue eyes? He was about to leave, thinking it was probably better for Ino to deal with her once 'true love' in a way she saw fit but, seeing her alarm he stayed put. It seemed she was not happy with the situation…and neither was he, besides she was a friend now, right?

The Uchiha, having stopped, raised his eyebrows slightly at the scene below him, a scene he thought quite distasteful, as it appeared Genma was hitting on his target for the evening. Really though, it didn't matter either way if she accompanied him. It was just a little thought that prickled the back of his mind during his blond best friend's endless jibbering, and with a slightly sake filled mind that wasn't solely centred on revenge for once, he realised Ino was pretty lovely to look at.

"Off so soon," Genma smirked lopsidedly as the young man approached. His answer was a short nod but then his dark eyes narrowed.

"Are those Asuma's?" he asked, his smooth voice seeming to affect Ino in a strange way that inspired the butterflies in her stomach to flutter uncontrollably.

Stop it, she scolded herself, you're just drunk!

Genma grinned, making Ino instantly forget what she was reprimanding herself for, he has a nice smile.

"Maybe," he answered cryptically. Ino snickered but stopped as soon as Sasuke's dark eyes swept over her, taking in the alcohol blush warming her cheeks; she looked stunning.

"Ino," he broached softly, "are you okay?" Ino didn't know what he was getting at, of course she was.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" Genma did not fail to notice, even if he was slightly drunk, the way Sasuke's eyes flickered from the intoxicated kunoichi to himself with an obvious look of distrust. He knew Sasuke was 'worried' that he would take advantage of her and it made him angry because for possibly the first time in his life he was trying his hardest to stay honourable towards this young woman. Genma, however, suspected Sasuke just wanted Ino for himself and a nastily possessive voice he didn't know he had hissed 'you can't have her'. He suspected that this time, even if it was the only time, it was the Uchiha, not himself, that had ill intent towards a young woman.

"You look a bit…do you want me to walk you home?" Sasuke stopped himself from telling her she looked drunk because that would not help in persuading her to come home with him.

Ino shifted uncomfortably, noting his tone when saying 'home' but her mind couldn't seem to fathom him at all, what he wanted, surely he didn't want…

"I'll see you get home safely…make sure you're comfortable." Genma bristled even though he didn't know why. He suspected it was the drink making him bold but he couldn't help but feel Sasuke was infringing on his patch right in front of him, even though he knew Ino never could, or ever would be, in 'his patch'.

Again his tone was not lost on Ino, the hint of suggestion in his voice, the slight pause before 'comfortable', it all told a tale that Ino had long since discarded as never, ever remotely plausible, but now he it seemed it was, now he wanted her, now she could help him, now…

No! She pulled herself together, someone does not turn down Yamanaka Ino for years and then expect her to just come crawling back like a...like a...like a Sakura would! Ino just wasn't made of the same stuff as her pink haired best friend, whose capacity for forgiveness seemed to know no bounds.

Also, she had seen the looks the Uchiha had given Sakura and although he seemed to be being friendly to Ino now, she couldn't help but feel she was a second choice, in fact she knew it. Plus Genma had nice hands and eyes and smile and oh, I like his hair too.

"That's okay Sasuke," she said a bit too politely for it not to sound strained. The silence filled the spaces between the three forms and Genma shuffled in a vain hope of lessening it.

Ino could feel those piercing dark eyes stabbing her own and kept her eyes firmly averted. In one lovely moment her blue orbs met with encouraging chocolate coloured eyes and she was thankful he hadn't gone as she immediately got caught up in them all over again…nice eyes…

"If you're sure," Sasuke said, forcing her to finally stay his gaze. Ino nodded mutely, unable to form words under his intense scrutiny, a girlish giddiness surfacing when she regarded that intensity.

"Well then," he reiterated again, "I'll go." He stayed rooted to the spot, however, still gazing at her, trying to stare an 'I'll go with you' into her brain and out of her mouth.

Genma coughed into the uncomfortable atmosphere, feeling very, very awkward.

The Uchiha turned and left before he could be accused of pining. He wasn't crushed just mildly frustrated. One of the things he had been looking forward to, with mingled pleasure and distaste, since his mild taste of sexual activity whilst away from Konoha, was coming home to his female fan club in the leaf village once his revenge was taken care of. That now seemed a very far off dream to him as most of them had got caught up in work and other men. No matter though, as being a high class shinobi had its perks and easy women often happened to be one of them.

As he vanished from sight the discomfort also seemed to dissipate – which she was acutely glad of. All the same she cleared her throat, attempting to clear any remaining anxiety from the air.

"I think he was angling for you to go with him."

Her eyes snapped up to Genma once again but this time narrowed.

"I do know that, you know!" she snapped irritably, annoyed that he was treating her like a child. With a sense of revelation Ino realised she really did not want him to think of her as a child. His malevolent little chuckle sounded again and with the sound of it came the somewhat belated relief that he had not left the scene as soon as Sasuke had come, or chances are she knew she would have ended up going home with him, despite adamantly denying she had any more childhood feelings for him.

One of Genma's eyebrows rose and she felt the feeling of something warm nudging her hand. Upon looking down she realised with a strange tingle of the hair at the base of her neck that his hand was poised ready to take the cigarette back, but feeling her freezing skin his eyebrows dropped and his face became furrowed again.

"Christ, you're like ice," he said, throwing the cigarette onto the floor and brushing it slightly with his foot before turning to her. In one surprising moment a large, unexpectedly warm, hand gripped her two, pulling them up and encasing them between his and sending a trickle of warmth down her spine as well as into her hands.

"You should have said you were this cold. You don't have to stand out here with me I..."

"No It's fine," she interrupted, immediately feeling annoyed that she'd said it too fast as his eyebrows rose slightly.

They both said nothing as he rubbed her hands within his to generate heat in them, the sound of the leaves swaying in the cold breeze picking up around them until he opened his mouth.

"I thought you liked the Uchiha?"

A certainly unladylike snort found its way out of her mouth.

"Yeah, when I was twelve maybe!"

Genma cast a sideways glance at the young women who was most obviously lying through her teeth; he had seen how she still stared doe-eyed at the tall dark haired man; then again so did most women so perhaps her claim was true, perhaps she had finally grown out of her childhood obsession; for some unfathomable reason, he hoped she had.

"What and not now?" he asked nonchalantly, his eyes fixed on his hands rubbing hers as if this too would make them warm.

She shrugged, "No, not now, when your first love turns you down that harshly there is little of the relationship left to salvage."

Genma nodded thoughtfully at this but didn't know why; as if he knew anything about love, first or otherwise.

"Love?" he asked, raising eyebrows, "that's pretty heavy for a twelve year old."

Ino laughed.

"Yeah, I'm constantly in that predicament." She was looking into his eyes now; he could feel them on his own but didn't dare meet their blue intensity.

"What do you mean?" he asked, attempting to keep the thickness out of his voice as the cold breeze blew her skirt up her thighs in one delicious moment of revealed flesh.

"Just...I feel like I'm always becoming far to attached to people, and generally they don't want me anyway and...I don't like it." She had never told this to anyone and now, why she was telling it to Genma, of all people, who she had never properly talked to before this night, and who probably didn't care at all, eluded her, except perhaps that the alcohol was making her bold. "Sometimes I wish...I just wish...I could be more like..." more like what? More like him? More like having mutually unemotional relationships with varied members of the opposite sex to serve a need to be close to another human being, but save her dignity and pride and above all her heart from being stung again? The answer to the end of the sentence kept resonating in her head. She had heard all the stories there were to hear about Genma from his various loose lipped (and loose moralled) exploits in the steamy confines of the bathing pools, and her attitude towards them had somewhere along the way slipped from disgust to fascination, "you."

As soon as she said it she realised how rude it must have sounded, to openly make the connection between Genma and meaningless, physical relationships, but then again he was a notorious ladies man; maybe he would be flattered? Nevertheless she attempted to reconcile the situation with a mumbled, stuttered apology, "No...I...I mean not like that...not that it's bad...I mean...it came out wrong" before she noticed he was laughing and breathed an inward turning sigh of relief.

She stared at her hands, a red blush standing out vehemently on her cheeks, and Ino never blushed. She never let anybody get to her in that way, she vowed to herself she never would.

"Well, if you want to take a leaf out of my book I'd probably be in bed with the Uchiha right now", a sentence he never thought he'd say, "not standing out here with old man Genma."

"No, I don't think I could without...feeling all the old stuff again, not him. And besides its nice out here with you, you keep me..." the ending of 'amused' got lost in transit from brain to mouth and the adjective changed, still staring at their entwined hands, "warm."

Genma's eyes snapped up to her large cornflower blue ones to find them pleasantly averted, which he was glad of because that comment had dangerous sexual undertones and he had not expected it from innocent young Ino, nor had be expected the conversation to turn to her love life and even less had he expected to be discussing, even advising her, about her sex life. Perhaps she had not meant herself to suddenly become an extremely prominent sexual being to Genma, perhaps she had, he entertained for a second, but the touch of humour around her mouth revealed she was playing with him. He smirked, taking it all in his stride.

"Well you see I would never think like that," he said, regaining his cool.

She laughed out loud at this. It was true and everyone knew it, he never got embroiled in those kinds of relationships, never with feelings of attachment and this was exactly what Ino had begun to want; she didn't want to feel so disarmed anymore.

"Oh no, that's right I'm sorry. So, what do I do now? Go back in there and grab the nearest male?"

"I'm not that desperate!" he said in mock outrage, then, seeming to realise they were holding each others gaze and holding each others hands he let his hands drop to his sides, then, feeling this was too obvious fumbled for another cigarette and lighter, then, feeling her cerulean eyes still on him took a well needed long, slow inhale of smoke, wishing he had alcohol he could guzzle down fast to help him regain some of the confidence and peace of mind she seemed to have stripped from him.

Ino watched his discomfort unhappily; her slow reflexes unable to prevent the unhappy frown on her face. She hadn't meant to do that to him, she thought, as she watched the glow of the lighter click on as his hands, shaking stiffly from what she presumed to be the cold, lit the now glowing tip of the cigarette. He took a drag on it, sighing as he exhaled from some kind of nicotine induced bliss.

The silence had spread between them again, made even more recognizable to Genma as he noticed her subtle change in posture, accompanied by the hush of the bitter wind rushing through the trees, her blonde hair stirring rebelliously from its binding, knowing that if he looked down the same stirring would be occurring to her skirt, revealing legs. He began to notice the tell tale signs of more than just attraction but genuine want creeping up his spine. He observed the girl next to him, from the flickering of her eyes to the flexing of her calf muscles. 'Stop it!' he reprimanded himself; Asuma would kill him if he interfered with his precious students and this definitely counted as interference, especially since she was drunk. Before had been a momentary slip up.

And besides Ino was dangerous. She'd said she had wanted to be more like him but admitted to developing strong feelings at the drop of a hat, and if the Uchiha was anything to go by then he'd be in trouble come morning. Besides, he concluded, she deserves better than a quick fumble with me for one night only, before I'm forced to drop her because she won't leave me alone, he thought of the Sasuke fiasco...no, he couldn't have that.

As he glanced sideways at the woman, seeing her large, glassy blue eyes staring at him, fairly obvious of her intent, he decided it was time to make his leave before something irreversible happened.

"Must be off," he said casually, knowing, or thinking anyway that if she were sober she'd have nothing to do with him. Tilting the cigarette towards her since he'd just lit it and didn't want to make it a permanent habit as walking home in the dark, peaceful and solitary with the warming smoke surrounding him and the familiar taste on his tongue sounded lovely, but it would kill his reputation with women, no women liked yellow fingers and teeth, not to mention the morning ritual of coughing up phlegm...needless to say it wouldn't be a hit. So no, he decided to pass it up to his new friend, friend, nothing else...Ino.

Ino took it without question, recognising that he was unnerved and wanted to remove himself from the situation. She did not want that; she'd decided on her first conquest as a bed hopper.

"Genma, wait," she said, a hint of drunken amusement to her voice, proving his point.

He wasn't going to stop, no, he was going home, just like he had said, now feeling extremely sober. No matter how much he may want to take her home with him - or probably more truthfully take her around that back ally first...then home - he knew he couldn't. The idea of leaving and upsetting this young woman in the morning just didn't sit well with him, besides she was around his group far too much to be able to avoid those uncomfortable post-morning meetings, usually resulting in a lot of physical pain for him.

This normally wouldn't bother him and so that's why he made the connection to Asuma. He didn't know why he was suddenly having a delayed sense of loyalty to Asuma but he just knew he couldn't 'interfere' with Ino. He remembered the one and only time he had ever commented on how much Ino had 'grown' as he rubbed the round, cigarette-tip-shaped scars on the delicate skin on the inside of his forearm. Perhaps he was walking away to prevent an even more drastic punishment.

The feel of her hands clasping around his forearms, fingers tightening over that very same scar made him jump. She was standing directly in front of him. 'Bloody persistent kunoichi' he thought grumpily, stopping just short of banging into her.

"Wait," she said quietly once he stopped his progression up the road.

Her hand was freezing again he noticed.

He didn't understand why she presumed so much, fair enough she had presumed correctly, he did want to sleep with her, but latching herself on to a member of the opposite sex after engaging in light banter and lingering stares before practically informing them she wanted no emotional attachment just didn't seem the right 'Ino' behaviour to him. It was so...so him.

"Listen," he said, removing her grip by her wrist, "I understand what you're getting at but really, you can't, not with me." He prepared himself for the onslaught, the accusing 'you don't want me?' or 'why? You think I'm ugly don't you!' followed by the tears and all that girly stuff but...it didn't come.

Instead her eyes were clear and blue and her wrist slipped out of his grasp and casually regained its natural position resting gently at her thigh.

"Why not?" she just asked simply.

He sighed, why not indeed. Consciences were troublesome things. He would be corrupting this lovely young woman...he tried to keep his mind from turning that into a very positive thing.

"Because, well..." every single reason left his head as he looked at her but he just managed to piece one together, "you're very young Ino."

Again instead of the response he expected he got a completely different one as her laugh filled the air.

Ino was angry upon hearing this but understood his predicament, she was just going to have to be a little more persuasive she realised.

"Come on Genma, I've seen you with younger."

"I know but they weren't younger in the sense I mean." Her mouth twitched, okay, that had hit a nerve but she knew arguing wasn't going to make him comply.

"Exactly," she said, her voice low and sultry, her hand coming up to run along the collar of his shirt.

"Ino..." he said huskily, warning her to stop.

"What?" she asked with the innocence he had accused her of, now running fingers over his collar bone.

She was slightly worried that he hadn't given up yet. Sure she hadn't pulled out all the stops but his resistance, especially in this area, had caught her off guard. Why wasn't he just jumping to bed with her? In the least arrogant way she thought if she were him she would, he did this all the time, didn't he? Of course he did, she had seen him do it.

The only reason she could think of that would inspire this kind of resistance was avid threatening from her now ex-sensei. He still saw her as a young naïve Genin and so protected her as such. It had never been much of a problem before but now...

"What are you afraid of?" she asked, picking her words carefully, knowing the shinobi would immediately take against being called 'afraid', "Asuma?" she whispered, slurring the 's' slightly.

His face twisted this time, into an ugly frown. He had taken her bait. He didn't want her to think he was afraid, even if it were untrue there was a grain of truth in it that took form on his forearm.

"No!" he said quickly, adamantly, then, removed her arm from its outstretched position, trying to ignore the soft skin his hand had to travel up to finally remove her fingers.

"Then why not?" she asked in a semi-sing song voice, letting a little bit of anger show.

"Because!" he answered sharply, allowing his own frustrations too. She just stared at him, her mouth unintentionally hanging open slightly at his clear disturbance. He sighed, hanging his head, "Why do you even want this anyway?"

Ino deadpanned, had he really not been listening that much?

Genma sighed. "I think you should practise a bit first before you..." he trailed off, he couldn't say that! - 'before you mess up my life like all you crazy fangirls did to Sasuke'.

"I'm not in love with you Genma," she spat, offended, "and I'm never going to be either. I only want to sleep with you." She couldn't believe she had just said that and a pink blush highlighted her cheeks (second that night!). She turned away, "never mind," she mumbled, starting off down the road Genma had previously tried to escape down, feeling very foolish indeed and feeling the headache of the after effects of alcohol abuse begin to kick in prematurely.

Realising that she was angry he let out a growl of irritation from the back of his throat, knowing he would now have to remedy the situation to prevent a different kind of backlash.

"Look, Ino," he said, running to catch up until he was shoulder to shoulder to with the infuriated kunoichi strutting irritably down the road, "It's not that...I mean I'm flattered, really," it wasn't only the angry scoff from beside him that alerted him to the fact that what he had said was the worst thing he could have said. "No, I didn't mean that...Ino can you just stop for a second?"

She didn't.

Why can't he leave me alone? She thought, speeding up instead, why can't he understand I'm embarrassed and just want to hide?

"Hey! Ino!" This time he caught her shoulder in his hand and whirled her around semi-forcefully.

"Ouch! I get it Genma," Ino half snarled through clenched teeth, rubbing her shoulder "I just want to go home and sleep, I'm tired."

"You weren't a minute ago," he said, then mentally smacked his forehead for his lack of tact. "No, Ino, I didn't mean that!" He said quickly, her exasperated sigh notifying him to the fact that she'd turn tail and run if he carried on putting his foot in it. Her large blue eyes finally gave his own a chance as she stared up at him, her aggravation and embarrassment thick in the air around her, so much so that he felt like kissing her just to appease her. "Thank you," he huffed, annoyed at her stubbornness. Ino merely raised an eyebrow.

"What more do you want to say?" she asked. Genma sighed.

"Please, don't be angry with me..."

"I'm not!" she yelled exasperatedly, "I'm embarrassed!"

"Please don't be embarrassed!"

"Well I am!"

"Well don't be!"

"Well I am!"

"Well don't be!"

"Genma..."

"Ino!"

"Is that all you had to say?" she asked, realising this childish retort session was only making more blush stain her cheeks, her ears beginning to ring from the noisy atmosphere that had been in the pub.

"No," he sighed again but somehow Ino had no sympathy for him. "Look, its not that I don't want to..." Ino scoffed again and once more turned to run and hide in her apartment – and not come out for a year: the most shameless man in Konoha was turning her down, and had been for the last five minutes.

His hand grabbed her arm and this time it was Ino that started at the contact. His hands were large and would be otherwise smooth if it were not for the slight calluses on his palms and the contrasting texture did nothing to ease her embarrassment; both that she had asked him and that she still wanted him to say yes.

"Then what?" Ino asked quietly.

"W…well there is the Asuma element I suppose…I'm not scared of him or anything…just-"

"Just that he's warned you off me?" She gave Genma an accusatory look as if it was his fault for her ex-sensei's meddling in her private life. "Well it's easy for him to do that but he really has no business prying into my private life! This is so unfair!" She pouted overdramatically, not caring that she was acting childishly because her mark had pretty much made it clear she was getting none that night.

Genma marvelled at how cute that pout on her luscious pink lips was. Yes, it was unfair, but it didn't make it any less true. Somehow, he thought vaguely, Ino wouldn't take kindly to being called innocent and so he kept his second reason quiet and to himself.

"You're a beautiful girl Ino," she noted how he had said 'girl' not 'woman' with some distaste, "but what I do…to those women," he exhaled in a sigh, now wishing he hadn't given away the cigarette that was now burning happily away safely nestled between two of Ino's fingers, "it's not nice."

Ino raised her eyebrows. "Genma I'm the one asking for the sex. Don't you think I don't know you'll be gone in the morning? I get it, I'm not going to fall in love with you," one last chance, she thought as she ran a finger down his chest through his shirt, momentarily finding that her suspicions about Genma being muscular and well built were indeed true, "I just want one night…please…"

Her blue eyes really were so blue, and whether consciously or not, when she had moved forward slightly to run a tantalising finger down his chest a lovely view of her cleavage was right in his line of vision. Even her drunken, sloppy try at seduction was wonderfully…wonderful.

"Ino…" he murmured, meant to be in warning but coming out breathier than expected. He took her hand and removed it from its stationary position of being perilously close to disappearing under the waistband of his trousers. He felt that horribly base feeling stirring within him, her large blue eyes, her wonderful cleavage, her pleading him to have a night of steamy, meaningless sex with her – it was just proving too much for one, already overly licentious man to bear.

"Yes Genma?" she answered, not allowing him to take his chocolate eyes off of hers such was the intensity of those two blue oceans.

She was coming closer to him and his irritatingly lustful body was also moving closer to her. "We really shouldn't," he whispered, almost against her lips, feeling the alcoholic taste resonating off both their mouths.

"No, you're right," she answered, equally as breathily as him now that she was so close to claiming her prize.

"Ino," he rasped again, his hand skirting around touching her blond hair and moving it back slightly from where it had been blown by the wind, just so he could feel its silkiness.

"Yes Genma?" she whispered back, now being so close to him that her breasts almost touched his chest. This was the moment he had to decide, he needed a clear mind but her hair, her eyes, her lips and oh god her breasts were fogging his mind and intoxicating it into a state of disarray.

"Please don't tell Asuma…" and with that he grabbed the blonde kunoichi and met her lips with his.

Hmmm, does anyone like this couple or is it just me? There aren't many fics about them. Review, review! Please!