Title: Impulses
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Shino/Ino
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 498
Summary/Description: What's a girl gotta do to get a guy to loosen up? For the mission, and all that.
Warning/Spoilers: Nope. None.
A/N: For Whendee, for the first kiss drabble meme. One of the few crack pairings that I like, rather than am just indifferent to. :)
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine.
"Relax, would you?" Ino murmured, caressing the side of his face with a smooth, practised hand. "You look like a slab of stone. With sunglasses."
He did not, as she hoped, loosen up; he barely even twitched, and remained as stiff as a board. She could only just barely make out a silhouette of his eyes behind the shades (he refused to even let her touch them) but she could see that they weren't focussed on her.
She chanced a quick look at the target; still brooding, and looking pointedly in their direction.
"Come on, Shino, we're trying to make him jealous. Work with me." She gave him a sultry look that would have had any other man melting to putty in her hands, and slid closer. Shino, being Shino, just stiffened even more.
Finally, after a long pause, he said,
"…This was not a part of the plan for the mission."
Ino gave him an aggravated look while still trying to seem as though she wanted to jump his bones.
"Well, it also wasn't part of the plan for the target to try and pick me up before the mission even officially began," she said, grimacing, "but he did, so we have to use the fact that he likes me to our advantage." She pressed even closer to him, letting her breasts graze his arm, and ignored the brief, strangled noise he made. "If the information we got on him is true, he's a rash, possessive guy. He should be over here for me in a minute, or at least send one of his guys, and that's our best bet of getting close to him without arousing suspicion. So in the meantime, work with me."
He still refused to look at her, seeming to concentrate on their surroundings, and probably try to think of another plan. But did they have time…? Ino chanced another look at the target; his attention was wavering. Goddamnit.
She moved by impulse and instinct.
"C'mere," she whispered harshly, caught him by the shin and brought their lips together.
It was strange; she could almost feel the kikaichuu spring to life with agitation beneath his skin. It was weird, and made her feel a little queasy, but she pressed in further. Her thumb stroked his chin, and she gave a slight moan of approval when she felt his hand hesitantly rest on her shoulder. She opened her mouth, touch her tongue to his lips. He tasted like wine. She approved.
She pulled away a few minutes later, smirking slightly. She couldn't read his features perfectly, but she knew enough to know that he wasn't pleased with her. The telltale stain of pink on his cheeks, however, did not dissipate. She gave him a Well, how was that? look.
His only response was to clear his throat.
She was still smirking a minute later when a man came discreetly to her side and informed her that his boss would like a word with her.
A/N: That was kinda weak, but hm, I liked writing it. :)