Title: Kiss with a Fist
Rating: T
Song: Kiss With A Fist by Florence and the Machine
Summary: Since making Jonin Kiba has been on three missions with Sakura, making a total of seven.
Warnings: Contains minor spoilers up to current chapters (up to 570). Contains sex, but no lemons, and some rather poined hints at NaruHina and ShinoHina. It takes place in the animeverse which is why there is mention of a certain filler arc.
Since making Jonin, Kiba had been on three missions with Sakura, making a total of seven.
The first of the seven had been years ago, back when he was about thirteen. It had been before their second chunin exams, so that had to be right... It was a pretty simple mission, but had been a hodge-podge cell from hell going out with them. Kurenai-sensei was the leader, but Hinata was sick and Shino had to stay home for some super-important something having to do with the kikaichu reproductive cycle. (Kiba had accepted that at face value: working with his teammate was one thing, learning the details about his creepy-crawly little buddies was another entirely.) The Hokage had sent Sakura along because there was some crazy-high probability of someone being bitten by something nasty and they would need a medic (he had overheard the woman telling Sakura that it would be good 'practice' and had therefore spent the mission avoiding unknown things like the plague so he wasn't the test dummy). With them had been Chouji and that, at least, had been a relief. They had worked together before, and despite the mission ending in failure, it had built a certain sense of loyalty and friendship between the members, a confidence... and a silent agreement that Sasuke really was the asshole they had previously thought him.
The mission had been a success, and they made it back from the southern rain forest with time to spare and their research conducted. Only Chouji had been poisoned, and Sakura healed him up within a day, impressing the hell out of Kiba. He had seen enough that, when they fought during the Chunin exams, he didn't hold back. Neither did she. Without Akamaru, he never would have won that fight, and they both knew it. And they both passed; she had hugged him upon hearing the news before turning away and glomming onto Ino, who had just rushed over. The force had actully knocked him back, and Akamaru ramming his head against the backs of Kiba's thighs was the only thing that helped him keep his balance.
Some time after Naruto returned, they were sent out in a large group to search one of Orochimaru's bases. Or rather, his team plus Kakashi had been, and they were joined over the course of the mission by several of the other Konoha 11 and then some. It had been a crapshoot from the start and the overlarge group had proven to be a blessing; they broke into three seperate four-man cells, each tasked with one particular aspect. It had been a hell of a fight for all of them and he wasn't likely to forget it any time soon.
The third had been equally memorable: searching for Itachi/Sasuke with Team Kakashi and Team Kurenai. They had encountered the odd masked Akatsuki and almost sorta found Sasuke, and witnessed an insane explosion that leveled about half the forest. That had been a failure, and the day that Kiba decided Sasuke was serious bad luck.
The fourth had been unofficial. He, Akamaru, Sai, and Lee had gone with her to the Land of Iron so she could talk Naruto down and then go finish off Sasuke. The main things Kiba recalled about that mission were how frustrated he had been with her, and that she had knocked him out cold as soon as he told her where her ex-teammate was. After he had woken up and had time to really think about it, he realized that not only was Sasuke a bad luck spreading asshole, he was a god-damn curse.
Shortly after that the war had started, and missions didn't really mean a whole lot for a while. Then, at twenty, he was called to the Hokage's office, where he had met Sakura, Chouji, and Shino. They were going back to the rainforest they had surveyed seven years before; one of the plants they discovered in ample supply had suddenly become increasingly rare, and Konoha couldn't afford to buy them. It would be best to go straight to the source. If Kurenai-sensei wasn't busy taking care of her kid, she would have gone with them. Shino, already a Jonin by that point, would have been put in charge of the mission if not for the fact that he had never been there before. Sakura was their team leader, and she proved herself worthy of the title about four dozen times during the two-week mission.
They had taken the Jonin exams at the same time a few months later, and somehow once again had to fight. It was a brutal battle, and he thought he would never forgive her for consistently attacking his one emotional weak point: Akamaru. It was a perfect strategy, knocking him from a calm and level-headed shinobi to little more than a beast himself, unable to process things clearly until she punched his partner in front of him and sent him flying across the arena, only to crumple at the foot of the wall. Then, as soon as he forfeited, she had dropped to her knees and begun healing his partner's every injury despite the fact that she still had at least one major fight left. He remembered telling her that she didn't have to do it, shouting at her to get the hell away from his partner, the fight was over and hadn't she done enough damage already. Sakura had glared at him and told him to 'shut the hell up, dog-boy, you're next'. True to her word, she had healed him despite all violent protests... and proceeded to lose the next fight due to chakra exhaustion. Neither passed, and they avoided each other as best they could until the next exam two years later, which they both passed, due in large part to the fact that they hadn't had to fight.
A week later Naruto threw them a joint celebration, after which they had a screaming row that somehow repaired their damaged friendship. His respect for her went up again, they started sparring with something resembling regularity. In almost no time at all he had come to realize how odd those two years had been, treating her like a stranger instead of sometime-teammate at all the reunions and parties, not being willing to wave to her in town. She never once treated him or even checked in on him during his visits at the hospital, when before that had been a regular thing—if he was in for more than two days, she went out and brought him a good, wholesome (and far more importantly, meat-filled) lunch which she would share with him while he recounted his latest adventure and she chastised him for the ensuing injuries. He got the distinct impression that the reason he was always under her care at the hospital after that was because she wouldn't let anyone else see him, quite possibly to make up for her apparent lack of caring. They had become friends without realizing it, and it took two year of near-silence, a huge fight, and semi-regular beatdowns for them to go back to normal.
His second mission as a Jonin was to go with her and Shikamaru to that same damn rainforest. The village had been very well-paid by a botanical enthusiast who was terrified of wild animals as much as brigands. Shikamaru would be team leader, which left them the job of guarding the man and beating up bad guys. The two of them had exchanged a long look followed by an eye roll and proceeded to treat it like a vacation. They had a blast, pointing out things that had changed and relating anecdotes of the last few times they had been there. Her familiarity with the flora had been matched only by his with the fauna, the local beasts, some of which he knew by name now. Akamaru got bit by one of those god-awful poisonous lizards that had gotten Chouji, and while he hovered around wringing his hands like a nervous father-to-be, Sakura had soothed both Inuzukas with her calm voice even as she extracted the venom and administered the antidote she had perfected years ago. It was a good thing too; the poison worked double-time in animal systems, something they had witnessed on their last foray into the jungle when a tiger got bit in front of them. She had saved it too, he recalled. Just barely. More grateful than he could say, Kiba had approached her that night while she was on watch and hugged her from behind, pressing his covered brow to her shoulder. "Thanks, Sakura." She had reached up behind her and patted his head gently, ruffling her fingers through his hair until he backed away at least a quarter hour later.
They didn't speak of it, and another year and a half later they had a mission together, just them and Akamaru. When they saw one another in the Hokage's office, they both turned to the woman and demanded as one to know their destination. She had sighed and rubbed her eyes and admitted that she was sending them back.
"Again," Sakura had clarified.
"Again again," he had corrected unenthusiastically, then rolled his eyes. "What now?"
Tsunade had proceeded to inform them that someone was edging in on Konoha's territory and stealing large bundles of the precious herbs before they could be shipped out. The shinbi were to act as guards for the botanists living there, deterrents against further acts of sabotage and, if needed (which they both knew meant 'as soon as you ge the chance'), a small hit-squad. She wanted them to "chase those theiving bastards out of there and make sure they never come back". She had also refused point-blank to appoint either of them leader of the mission; they were in this together, completely. Apparently their private training sessions had become public knowledge, because she commented that they worked well together and knew all of each others moves by heart after all these years, so there wasn't a better duo to send. "Besides," she had added with a sigh. "I got a report from Shikamaru that said you actually enjoyed the last trip. So go, take your time, enjoy... and don't come back until those bastards are gone for good."
They hadn't been able to deny that, so they went to pack for a mission of undetermined length.
Expecting a routine trip to his 'favorite' jungle was probably the biggest mistake of his life. With just Akamaru and Sakura, things were very different. It was better. Their dynamic was set and familiar, their meals and conversations and teamwork simplicity itself. It was easy, seriously, disturbingly easy. They joked and chattered and compared Naruto-is-an-idiot stories and pondered how long it would take him to realize he was head over heels for Hinata... and how Shino would take it, having just had the same realization. Sakura seemed pretty surprised to realize he was something of a gossip (her words, not his!) and he was equally astonished to realize that most of the time they spent alone together was filled with either bickering, playing with Akamaru, of just plain beating the hell out of each other.
The mission quickly became a search and destory when they found four seperate camps of criminals scattered around the greenhouses and production facilites that had been built since their second mission there. After taking out the first two units, one a night after their first full week at the encampment, the remaining two got the hint and fled. They pursued the one that seemed to have done most of the stealing; the scent of the herbs was stronger there, and there was more evidence of wagon shipment leaving that camp than the others. It took four weeks to hunt down all of the bastards, due almost entirely to the fact that they split up and Kiba and Akamaru had to hunt them one at a time. The other group was easier, and it was by some kind of divine justice that on their way back to the rainforest they ran across it: the smaller team's scnet trail heading north. Way north. As in, Snow Country, which pleased the hell out of Sakura but put him in one seriously bad mood. Still, they caught up pretty soon and took out those bastard, too, with smiles on their faces.
It was on the way back to Konoha that things got awkward. Kiba hadn't really noticed, and he doubted Sakura had either, but they had grown a lot... closer... during the pursuit portion of their mission. They slept back to back rather than several feet away, started hand-feeding each other random things like berries instead of handing them to the other. They communicated without words a good portion of the time, and a shift of her shoulders could tell him more of her state of mind than the tone of her voice. Likewise, she seemed to know the meaning behind every twist of his lips and that if his hackles rose it was time to move on.
When they got sort-of, almost caught in a snowstorm on the way back south, she insisted they zip their sleeping rolls together so they could share body heat. It was halfway through the night, when he settled in beside her without batting an eye, Akamaru curled up at their feet for his watch, that he realized he was in trouble. Sleeping next to Haruno Sakura should not feel natural or easy. It should be funny, the brunt of somewhat awkward jokes between them until they fell asleep as far from one another as possible. But he was teetering on the edge of sleep as the thoughts came to him, and fell off before he could do anything about it. He woke with her curled up at his side, one hand on his chest, and all those half-panicked, mostly confused thoughts swarmed back into his mind. She peeked outside and saw the state of the snow, decreed that if they tried to go anywhere they would risk freezing to death, and proceeded to ration out their, well, rations, on the assumption that they would be stuck there for several more days.
They talked and plotted and joked around, and they slept. A lot. There wasn't much else to do in the cold. The third time he woke up with her little hands clenched in his clothes, he did the only thing he could think of to restore that bit of space that had been between them: While Akamaru, safe in his fur coat, was out scouting and doing a bit or recreational hunting, he picked a fight over Sasuke.
It was a mistake. A huge mistake, if the way her hackles rose was any indication. And it was. She was furious and tore into him about how no matter how well he thought he knew Sasuke-kun, he wasn't one of Team 7 and didn't understand what it was like. She was glorious, flushed and livid with flashing eyes. He argued that no, he didn't, because his team was like a family that knew the value of pack and ally and wouldn't just abandon the others to their own defenses. It became apparent that he was getting desperate when he sank to comparing Naruto to Sasuke for leaving her too. More obvious was the fact that somewhere along the line he had fallen for her, because he found himself getting genuinely angry as he realized with a soul-wrenching pang of empathy and sadness that he was right. Her pack had left her. She leaned forward, one hand on the tent floor, the other winging palm-open towads his face. He grabbed her wrist without thinking. The urge came over him too strong and fast for him to give it any consideration. Desire, longing, frustration, sympathy—they all mixed together in his chest, spurring on his implusive nature and causing him to follow through with the barely-formed half-plan in his mind. Kiba shifted his grip on her wrist and reeled her in, crushing his lips over hers as he pulled her into his lap. He slipped his hand into her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss before she had a chance to do more than gasp.
Sakura pounded her fist against his shoulder, tears of frustration gathering in her eyes. A few seconds later she tried to push him away with that same hand. He paid no attention to it; her other hand twisted out of his grip and buried itself in his hair, holding his head to her. He bore her down to the blanket; she wrapped her legs around his waist and groaned raggedly when he pressed her into the makeshift bed.
They'd had sex.
In fact, they'd had some seriously hot sex. Several times during the rest of the two days they were snowed into that tent. Which was without a doubt what led him here, walking away from her apartment and following the freshest scent trail of orchids and strawberries—her conditioner and body wash respectively, used only between missions—through town. It crossed his mind that she might be slightly disconcerted to learn that he had used his tracking skills to locate her the way he had their quarry in the weeks prior, but then he was an Inuzuka.
She would just have to get used to it.
He grimaced. It was the same way he would have to get used to all the stupid, shocked looks he was getting for walking through Konoha in his trademark, totally badass leather jacket with a damned bouquet under one arm. Though it might have been the fact that he was alone that did it; Akamaru was relishing being back with the rest of the pack, had run off the minute they stepped foot into the gates at his master's urging. Kiba would have been, too, if he didn't have a damned stubborn mate to locate.
Her parting words played through his head again, making his growl. "Look, Kiba, that was a mistake. You know it was well as I. We were cooped up, and tensions were high, and wer'e familiar enough with each other that it just kind of happened. Don't worry about it. It happens to shinobi all the time." He had frowned at her and caught her arm. He saw the heat pool in her eyes; he always took hold of her arm and drew her close when he wanted another round. Arousal was already an ingrained reaction in her when he did that, depsite days of totally silent travel. Which he wouldn't have allowed had he realized she was using that time to talk herself out of them. No, he would have insisted they stop in every town and forest between Snow Contry and Konoha and used every oppurtunity to show her exactly how right they were for each other.
How rare this was. Because, like he had replied to her, "This happens to other shinobi all the time. Not us. For you, and me—this isn't normal. This wasn't just recreation, Sakura."
She had arched one pretty pink brow in that haughty way of hers. "For you, maybe. How would you know about me?"
The insinuation had made him growl at her. Probably not a good move, but dammit, she had known exactly what button to press. "Because I would have smelled them on you. You may not be lily white, Sakura, but you haven't lain with a man in years. Because you reacted like a woman starving for touch. My touch."
She had gaped at him then and torn her arm from his grasp. A few quick seals later, as he was reaching for her, she disappeared in whirlwind of leaves. He could have killed Kakashi in that moment, had the Copy-Nin been around.
Stiffly, furious, he had gone and reported to the Hokage alone, only to learn that Sakura had just been and gone. No one mentioned it, but he could smell the cold air that permeated their clothes, mixed with the faintest traces of her arousal. He had smirked at first, amused that such a small gesture on his part could have such a large impact on her, then bit his lip, canines digging in until he bled. He found himself utterly unable to comprehend why she had bothered trying to lie to him about wanting him. With his well-known senses, there was no possible way to hide her reaction from him. Ever. He had proven that during their few days in that tent, over and over again. His nose let him scent out her emotions, even, so why...? He headed up to the old bat's office, half hoping to catch sight of a certain pink-haired ex-apprentice.
No such luck. He had handed over his report scroll, simply laying it next to one that was gilded in pink. The center of the scroll, he noticed with no small amount of amusement, was red, with a white circular break in the color. The Haruno symbol. His eyes had shifted to his own scroll, the edges of which were grey and decorated with a small repition of his own clan's red double fang.
At least she was accustomed to the color.
Just when he made to leave, Tsunade'd called him back and pinned him with the same eerily sharp gaze that Sakura had. "Is there anything else you would like to report to me, Kiba?"
He had tipped his head back and thought about it, really thought about it. Was he supposed to tell her he had slept with and subsequently been dumped by her youngest apprentice? Like hell. But there was one thing he could say... Nodding his head, he turned towards the door and called over hhis shoulder, "Yeah. You may be getting an engagement form soon. Sign it." That said, he'd left, ignoring the surprpised looks from Izumo and Kotetsu, who had obviously heard him through the door.
The ground under him shaking was what brought him out of his reverie. He blinked, watching a massive oak fall to the ground. Looking over it, watching as the dust cleared, he caught sight of Sakura for the first time in three days. He had given her time to cool down.
It obviously hadn't worked; the next swing she took was at his head. He was startled enough to fall onto his ass. He was shinobi enough to automatically lock his ankles around hers and twist his legs, causing her to crash down on top of him.
It was a struggle, but he made a point of frowning down at her where she lay on his chest. "You're going to ruin the flowers," he grumbled, shifting up enough to shove them at her, but not enought o dislodge her. She hadn't been so close to him in days. She smelled of sweat and fuit and flowers in her hair and hand.
She blinked, bemused, at the professional bouquet of now slightly malformed orchids. It had been made by Ino's mother to at his request; the woman was squirrelly enough to get out of him who they were for and kind enough to select colors with the proper meanings. There were lavender ("A more mature pink, which suits her, as you know, and mean romance and elegence...") and white ("To communicate your humility, hope for new beginnnings, and that your intentions are pure... they are, pure, aren't they, Kiba-kun? Because that girl doesn't need—" "Not pure," he had told her bluntly, much to her astonishment. "But genuine. Very genuine," which had seemed to satisfy her...) and just a few dark purple ones as well ("Often they indicate mystery, but in this case I think their more subtle meaning of 'uncertainty' will get your point across nicely...") among the dozens of other smaller plants and flowers. He had lost count of them all, and knew only that every single one the woman had picked out was to help convey his message. It was why he had left the store quickly after despoting twice the correct amount of ryo on the counter.
Still straddling him, Sakura brushed her fingers over the flower petals, the pinks and white and, lastly, the deep royal purple iris at the center of it all. "Obaa-chan did this." There was no question in her tone, so he said nothing, simply held himself up below her with his elbows digging into the ground. "You told her about us."
He cocked a brow. "I didn't know there was an 'us'." She blushed prettily and he nearly kicked himself for the comment.
"Which explains this one..." she was still fingering the deepest purple flower in the arrangement. "And this..." her hand shifted to fondle a small sprig of yellow flowers Kiba couldn't name. "An offer for friendship... even if I don't accept the rest. It means you'll stand by me anyway."
He tried not to show that he hadn't known about that one. The sneaky old bat... she was a genius. Now he could sort of understand how canny Ino was despite her father's forthright nature. His eyes stayed on Sakura's face as she rose to her feet and wandered away, poking through the flowers and nodding every so often. He sat up, crossing his legs in front of him and taking hold of his ankles as he watched her almst nervously. After several minutes, she turned to look at him. "This is beautiful, and it says a lot more than I think you relaize. If Obaa-chan put this much effort into it you must have won her over somehow. Did you pick orchids or did she?"
"I did," he conceded, and saw surprise sweep over her face before she could turn away and hide it.
"They're my favorites. Their scent is so beautiful..." she sighed dreamily and he got silently to his feet, padding after her.
He stopped behind her, looking over her shoulder at the plants she cradled like an infant. Hesitantly, he rested the fingertips of one hand against the flare of her hip. She let him. That had to be good, right? Right? "I know it is. You smell like them even when you're not in town. Even when you haven't been for weeks and the strawberry scent if long gone." Her head straightened up with a snap; if he hadn't shifted back slightly her head would have hit his jaw. Was she so surprised that he even noticed that? He realized it long before he knew he wanted her.
"Kiba..." Suddenly she turned to him, gaze intent on his face. Her brows were drawn together, her lips pressed into a pout. "These flowers say that you love me. Is it true?"
He shrugged. He may be trying to win her, but he wasn't going to lay all his cards on the table just yet. "Who knows," he told her and squashed the spike of triumph when ehr shoulders fell just a little. "But I can tell you one thing.
"I'm a dog-nin, right?" she noded hesitantly, eyes narrowing suspiciously at his sudden shift in topic even as her fingers danced over the blossoms and buds in her hand. "Do you know what Inuzukas and wolves have in common?" She shook her head, and he reached out, taking a lock of her hair between his fingers and letting it slide from his grasp as he dropped his hand to his side as he began to back away. "We always mate for life. I'll leave you to think about that." And he did, turning and loping out of the clearing.
He may never have done anything so difficult in his life as ignoring her shout for him to come back. Gritted his teeth, he took to the trees and made damn sure she wouldn't be able to folllow him as he made his way to Shino's place. He needed to talk to his best friend. He had a lot of questions, and even more things to tell.
Kiba didn't see her for three and a half weeks after that, and he tried not to show how much that killed him inside. At first it had been because she got called in to the hospital for several days. Double shifts, he heard Shizune tell Naruto. Next he was sent out on a mission, then one of the expectant mothers—Akamaru's littermate Aoko—had some complications with her pregnancy. Her owner had died some years before, and Kiba had taken her in. She would never be his partner and he would never presume to replace hers, but he made sure the ninken was comfortable and as happy as he could make her... which meant staying home with her for half a week while she recovered.
Every morning for four days he woke up hoping for some news of Sakura trying to visit and being turned away. Every evening for four days he went to sleep disappointed. Akamaru knew, of course, as did Shino. Hinata knew right off that something was wrong from the first time she saw him after the ninken was finally in the clear. Naruto, standing opposite Shino (they were glaring daggers at each other, so it was safe to assume the fox had finally figured out that he more than friend-liked the girl) hadn't picked up on a thing besides, "Hey, Kiba, you look down! How about I buy ramen tongiht? Is Ichiraku's alright with you?"
Kiba murmured some vague agreement, accepted a quick, empathetic hug from Hinata—held on a bit longer than usual just to piss the blonde off, too—and trudged along after them, Akamaru occaisionally bumping his massive shoulder agains Kiba's leg. He buried his hand in the soft, warm fur and sighed. He had been trying to keep to himself the last few days. It wasn't a good idea; when a pack member was unhappy, they needed to rely on the others to bolster their spirits. It was what he had been doing for Aoko. He got the feeling that she had known he was unhappy, too, and that was why he was the only one she let near her.
Rubbing the other hand over his face, he thoght once again that he had a whole new respoect for Hana-nee. If being wholly responsible for just two dogs was like this... and she had three ninken and was the primary care veterinarian for the entire Inuzuka clan... she must be exhausted. God knew he was. In fact, by the time they reached the ramen stand, Akamaru had insisted on giving him a ride about four times. He alwas refused; he wasn't in any hurry and walking was somehow cathartic to him right then. It reminded him of the month he had spent with Sakura, walking and running all over the continent.
Sakura...
"Sakura-chan! You're off work!"
"What!" Kiba's head shot up in time to see Naruto hop off his stool and break into a jog. Seconds later the familiar scent of orchids and berries filled Kiba's senses. Shino shifted to stand just behind Kiba, silently supporting his friend for what could either be a good thing, or a terrible thing.
"Naruto, I—Oh my god." She dig her heels in when she caught sight of Kiba, eyes wide as saucers. He sat in place, shoulders slumped, hands on his thighs as he watched her warily. If she had been avoiding him these last few weeks, now was the time for him to learn.
It would be the last kick this dog would take before he bit back, and he put that in his eyes. No doubt feeling the tension in his master, Akamaru started snarling quietly at his side, and immediately his hand shifted to bury itself in Akamaru's crest.
Still, boy.
Sakura seemed incapable of saying anything else. "Oh my god." She swallowed, seeming to not even see anyone else. Was that a good sign? "Oh my god, Kiba, you... You look terrible!" Tugging her wrist free from Naruto in a painfully familiar gesture. she rushed towards him, hands already before her and glowing as she rested them on his temple. "I heard from Hana that one of Akamaru's siblings was in danger and you stayed with her. Didn't you get any sleep? You can't just let them push you around like that, idiot..." She trailed off, biting her lip as an expression of intense concentration fell over her face. Kiba couldn't help the shudder that wracked his body as her chakra delved into his system and almost instanteaneously repaired the dozen small aches and pains that had come with the last few weeks. The pounding in his temples was the first to go and he sighed silently, his chin dropping a bit.
"It wasn't Aoko's fault I couldn't sleep," he murmured pointedly, for her ears only. "It just wasn't her I wanted at my side." He felt the cool chakra stutter out and opened his eyes to guage her expression. She looked... chagrined. And, upon closer inspection... exhausted. He almost smiled. Almost. "Save some of that chakra for yourself," he instructed, reaching his free hand up to brush a fingertip over the bruising under her right eye. "Apparently I haven't been the only one whose lonely."
She stepped back away from his hand, but before he could drop it she caught hold and held it between them. She spoke with a wry smile. "No, you haven't. I've been thinking on it," she said suddenly, and it was clear that no one else had any idea what they were talking about. "A lot. I've decided I'm okay with it, dog-nin."
He grinned weakly, despite being quite energized at both her words and the quick treatment she had just given him. "Really?" She nodded. "Seriously?" She smiled at him, indulgently and hummed her agreement. "You can't take it back," he warned lightly.
"I don't want to." She was grinning at him, just a little, in that amused way he had missed so god damn much.
He grinned. "Good." Faster than a flash he was out of his seat, cradling her face in his hands and pulling her towards him, laying his lips over hers. He heard Naruto shout in surprise, caught Hinata's gasp and the begining of a calm, soft reassurance from Shino as he drifted towards the woman. Akamaru leaned against his legs, rumbling happily.
Sakura gasped in surprise at the sudden movement, and while he definitely wanted to take advantage of the deliciously open mouth under his, he also wanted to make a point here... Keeping the kiss chaste, light, he pressed his lips to her again. This time he heard the ramen girl gasp behind hte counter and a small sound of amusement from her father at the same time Naruto moaned in dejected misery. It only took a second to figure out why: Sakura's fingers wrapped around the lapels of his jacket, bodily hauling him closer to her. Her arms between them, she held him firmly in place and tapped her tongue agains this lips.
Well, if she was offering, he thought, and growled into her mouth happily as she deepend the kiss.
AN: Well, I hope that was enjoyable. It was my first-ever attempt at a KibaSaku story, and the singular reason for all the following updates in this collection! I have so much fun writing the two of them in all sorts of different situations, as any 'regular' readers will seen see. Please keep in mind that while I have a good number of these already written, not all updates will be quick; that's just not how I work, unfortunately. I think there will be about ten of these oneshots, all of varying length and genre.
If you've any questions, feel free to ask. Same with any other comments, really, especially constructive criticism; let me know if they're in character, what you thought of the missions; anything, really. Definitely let me know if you can think of or find any other songs taht you think would work with this fic, or any of the others in the collection!
Ja na!