Yaaho, I'm back. So here is the second chapter of Drunken affair.
Thank you all so much for the likes, it really keeps me going.
I have been working on this one so much that this chapter got really long, so I decided to split it in two. So here is the first part of the chapter. As I'm soon finished with the other pat I can hopefully put it up soon.
Hope you all had a good Christmas and New Year.
Warning: Rated M For lemon and (possible) language. I don't own Naruto or any of the characters.
Hope you enjoy! :)
After their shock in the bedroom, Naruto had grabbed his clothes as quickly as possible. Looking down in the ground he flustered said she could take all the time she needed, while he pointed to the bathroom connected to his room.
He flung one of his shirts to her "You can borrow this in the meantime", before he left out the bedroom door, to the apartments other bathroom.
After getting washed and dressed, Naruto went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Only finding ramen he boiled some water, and sat down on one of the barstools, to wait for Ino so they could talk things over.
Ten minutes later Ino appeared from the bedroom, her hands trying the best to hold down the big shirt, to cover her private area.
"You couldn't have borrowed me some pants too" she complained. She sat down on the bar stool opposite him. She lifted her hand from under the table and laid a pack of cigarettes on the table. Taking one out, she placed it in her mouth and lit it.
"Sorry, I can go get you some." He was about to stand up and go get them, when she stopped him.
"Forget it; you already have seen everything now anyway." She scowled, a red blush on her cheeks.
They sat in almost complete silence; the only sound in the room was Naruto's slurping and Ino exhaling smoke. Both in their heads were trying to come up with an explanation to what had happened the night before.
Because the size of Naruto's shirt was way too big, the sleeve had slid down, and Ino's shoulder was now showing. She didn't care to pull it up, as she knew it would immediately fall down again. Even though she felt way to girlfriend like with his shirt on, her clothes from the previous night wasn't much better to wear, so there was nothing else to do.
Naruto sat trying his best not to stare where her sleeve had fallen down. Looking at her creamy white skin, he licked his lips. He looked a little lower and gulped, even more of the white skin was showing there, half of her breast to be exact. He gulped hard and looked down in the table, his cheeks a burning red.
Sucking on the cigarette, she didn't perceive Naruto squirming in his seat.
Only when he looked up once again and longer this time, did she catch him looking up from his ramen, her eyes scrunched together. "What?"
"It's bad for you, you know?" He quickly concentrated his gaze on the cancer stick between her fingers, using that as an excuse for staring at her. Furring her eyebrows she answered irritated "it's not like I care right now" taking another suck.
Wanting the conversation over as fast as it could, he sat up in the chair. "So what are we going to do now?" He asked.
"What do you mean?" Putting out her smoke she gave him her full attention.
He felt she was already using the dumb card, as if she didn't know why she was now sitting on his chair in his shirt. "About what happened last night of course"
She had really tried to avoid the subject, but of course they couldn't just pretend that she had followed him home, and that they had slept innocently beside each other. "It's not like we can change it" she said sighing. "This was all just lust, surfacing because of the alcohol. There were absolutely no feelings involved. It's all out now, right?" She asked giving him a hard glare.
"Right. So we just go back to the way things where?" His eyebrows furrowed.
"Well, of course." She answered him as if she was talking to a five year old kid.
"And our friends?" He asked. He had picked up his bowl of noodles up to his lips to drink the water.
"What about them?" She asked uninterested.
He took the bowl away from his lips to reply. "How are we going to tell them?"
"Tell them" she snorted. "Very simply, we don't."
His eyes widened and he choked on the water, as he once again had raised the bowl to his lips and had started drinking once again. "So we will keep it a secret?" He coughed, though sounding surprised.
Her eyes became thinner and her voice sharper as she responded. "Of course we will, and it will never happen again."
He put his hands up in front of him. "Defiantly" nodding his head at her.
Feeling they had got everything cleared up, Naruto stood from his seat and took his bowl to the sink.
With her arms on the table, Ino massaged her temples; she could feel a headache creep up on her. She promised she would never drink again; too many bad things had come out of it. And she still had to go home by bus and find on a believable lie for her mother, about where she had been all night and why she was wearing-.
Then something suddenly hit Ino "I have nothing to wear home" she said thinking out loud.
He turned around facing her, he asked confused. "What?"
"What am I going to do about my clothes; I can't walk home in my own, and surely not in this." She stretched her arms out, gesturing to what she was wearing.
"I think I have some of my mom's old clothes somewhere."
Ino thought it over; she was not too thrilled about wearing something a mother had worn. But as the only two other options was to either go home in her own clothes, and then let her mother guess where she had been the night before, or wear Naruto's home and be killed by her mother, for what she could probably guess had happened.
And then, she knew Naruto's mother had died at an early age, and what he proposed now was out of kindness to her. And she didn't feel she could reject him for this.
She nodded her head and smiled. "Thank you"
She followed him to a small rectangle room with a closet inside, she watched him as he looked through it.
She had never really looked at him before, at least not this close. But now that she was standing so close to him in this small room, and not intoxicated by alcohol, he actually looked pretty handsome.
How his broad arms moved clothes aside, and how everything tensed in them when he would carry down a box to look through it. She tried to imagine those very same arms circling around her the night before. And how his lips they would have kissed her skin and lips.
When she got to herself her cheeks were burning and she was panting.
"Something wrong" he asked when he heard her.
Shaking her head rapidly, she answered "no I am fine."
"This is the best I could find, but it should fit." He handed her the clothes.
"Thank you" she said and went to the bathroom.
She washed herself and looked at the clothes she had received. She was surprised to see what it was, she had never expected a mother to wear something like this, and it looked very much as the same clothes she would wear normally. She dressed herself in it and looked in the mirror; she was astonished to see herself. The outfit consisted of a pair of black skinny pants, a long peach colored shirt with wavy chiffon sleeves. A necklace had dropped from the top when she had picked it up, a long golden necklace with small daisies. She put it around her neck. She sat her hair into her normal pony tail, and left the bathroom, a thought still lingering in the back of her mind.
On the way to the room she voiced her thought. "Hey Naruto, how old was your moth…" She stopped midsentence as she walked into the room again.
Naruto was sitting on the floor in front of the closet, a small frame in his hands, and a sorrowful look on his face.
Slowly approaching him, she stopped a little behind him and leaned down a little, so she looked over his shoulder.
The photo was of a red haired young female smiling to the camera.
"Is that your mom?" She spoke in a soft voice.
"Yes, it was just before she became pregnant with me."
Thinking of her earlier thought on the clothes she said. "She doesn't look much older than us"
"She wasn't, she was nineteen when she became pregnant with me. She died two years after I was born."
Her eyes became sad as she looked at the picture again. "I'm sorry. You didn't really get to meet her." Even though her and her mother didn't always agree, she could never imagine growing up without her.
"It's fine. My uncle tells me a lot about her." He laughed softly. "About both of them actually." Referring to his father, who had died a couple of years later.
He looked at the picture one last time, before he put it back into the closet. He turned to Ino and asked "so did it fit?"
She stood up and nodded "it did."
He looked her up and down. "It looks good on you"
"T..th…thank you" she stammered flushed.
Everything became silent between them. They each stood awkwardly not looking at each other. "So…" Naruto started, not really knowing what he should say.
"So…I really should go home, my mom must me freaking out where I am."
He coughed slightly and nodded. "Yeah, see you at school."
She turned to him "And remember don't tell anyone."
"Yeah, yeah and it will never happen again. Although I'm very sad about that part" he said scratching his cheek, he looked up into the ceiling. Looking as if he was visioning something in his head.
"What!?" She exclaimed loudly. Her mouth open and her eyes big and round.
"You did look pretty hot in my shirt" he nodded, a finger on his mouth.
"Urgh, you idiot." He laughed after her as she left.
In the bus she picked up her cellphone and saw her mother had called about 7 times. She groaned, she would so hear about this when she got home. Opening a new text message she wrote to Sakura.
`I slept at your place last night if my mom decides to ask.´
A few minutes went by before she got an answer back.
`Sure thing. Got you covered.´
Ino smiled as she read it. She could always trust Sakura, if she needed a cover story for where she had been. As Sakura already had a boyfriend, she didn't need it as much. Only when their dates sometimes got a little too late. Her phone beeped once again, showing on the display that Sakura had written again.
`So where did you really go?´
She bit her lower lip in worry. She couldn't write she had went home with Naruto, she would immediately start asking a lot of questions, and soon everybody would know. And she couldn't write she had met any of her girlfriends as all of them was Sakura's friends too. So se wrote the only thing she could.
`I met an old friend.´
It wasn't the best plan, but it was a plan. A reply quickly came back.
`You dirty slut ;P´
She sighed. Sakura knew she met a lot of guys. They all went so fast none ever got to meet them. Not that she ever did anything with even half of them.
She tried as best as possible to get inside as quiet as she could, so her mother wouldn't notice her. No such luck when she heard her mother call in a very serious voice.
"Ino is that you?"
She slugghed her shoulders and sighed. "Hey mom." She hanged her jacket on the coat rack. She went into the living room to greet her mother.
Her mother sat in a chair with a magazine in her hand, her legs folded over each other. She moved her stare from her magazine to her daughter. She leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.
"Good heavens girl, where have you been all night? I tried to call you, and you didn't pick it up. We can't let you go out at night anymore if you keep disappearing like that."
"I'm sorry mom I stayed over at Sakura because it got so late, I didn't want to walk home. I didn't want to disturb you by calling so late." She said lamely, not expecting the lie to hold.
Her mother shifted her eyes, trying to detect a lie, she looked down in the magazine again and replied. "Just send a text the next time."
"Will do." She turned to retreat to her room, when her mother spoke.
"Where did you get that clothes from?"
With her back still to her mother she swallowed. "I borrowed it from Sakura as I spilled some on my own last night." She turned and smiled innocently at her mother.
"You should be more careful."
"I will. I should really go and put this in hot water and soap so it won't stain." She hurried out of the living room. She pressed herself up against the hallway hall and let out her breath. Not taking too long for her mother to possible change her mind to not let her go without punishment, she ran up the stairs to her room.
Tbc
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