"You actually came." Ino said, surprised. She looked up at the man leaning against the doorframe. Her eyes trailed to the rather large brown bag in his hands. "What's this?"
"It's Saturday. I figured we can bring the bar to us." He said, holding it out for her to take. She looked at him suspiciously, closing her hand around the bag and letting him in. She was glad she had organized all the flowers during the day.
"Such a gentleman." She deadpanned, letting him into the shop. She looked him over, realizing he wasn't in his usual jonin uniform as he rolled up the sleeves of his black button up. "You're going to get pollen all over that." She commented as she led him into the back room.
And here I am trying to look good for our date." Genma jested. Ino look back at him, her eyes full of mirth.
"Not a date, Shiranui." She quipped, setting a stool in front of a huge stack of flowers. "Start putting those," She pointed to each individual bundle of flowers in front of him. "In these."
She turned to the brown bag he had set in a small open space on the table. Peeking in, she grinned at the large sake jug and the two cups. One glass couldn't hurt.
She poured herself a generous helping, taking a moment to ponder before pouring one for Genma as well. She set the glass in front of him.
"Why spend your time doing free labor?" She asked, pruning the large bouquet in front of her. She looked up to see him shrug.
"The bar didn't have much for me tonight." He said simply, looking at her. His eyebrows wiggled suggestively. She rolled her eyes, but she let a smile play on her lips.
"And here does?" She asked, moving to her own stool.
"Here has plenty." Genma said, and the way he looked at her made it clear that, in some capacity, her company was enough. She tried to ignore how warm that realization made her.
"You're a gross old man." She said instead, wrinkling her nose.
"And yet here you are, drinking my liquor." Genma pointed out, taking a few flowers and gingerly setting them in the vase before him.
Ino nodded her head, assenting to that fact.
"I am indeed. You know buying a girl a drink or 7 doesn't mean you get to take her home, right?"
"I figured that. But I also figured that if I came to the girl it might increase my chances."
"You're super gross," Ino reiterated, but she had to fight to say it through her chuckles. Genma just grinned back before turning his attention to his task. They turned to their individual tasks as she downed her cup of sake. The liquid warmed her belly, the heat radiating out all the way too her toes.
"Why did you offer to help?" Ino said as she reached over to pour herself another. She would just sip this one. She had to pace herself, or she wouldn't get anything done tonight.
"Because this old man wanted relatively quiet company tonight." Genma said, chuckling to himself. Ino felt the heat on her face at his words.
"I suppose you aren't that old." She relented, snipping a few stray leaves before looking at Genma. "I'm glad to know you mistakenly think I'm quiet though." She giggled, setting the arrangement off to the side before pulling another to her.
Genma did the best he could, she noted as she shifted a few of the flowers in his newest finished vase. It could have been worse.
They worked in relative silence after that, methodically finishing both the arrangements and the oversized bottle of sake.
She felt her body become sluggish with each passing vase, and she frowned as she reached for some ribbon that was no longer there.
Looking down, she noticed that all the precut strips she had prepared beforehand were gone.
She stood, holding onto the counter and waiting for the room to calm the fuck down with its spinning before she made her way past Genma. Opening a small closet, she flipped the light on and looked around for the ribbon.
She looked up and let out a long whine.
Why did her father always put the ribbon so high up?
"Genma?" She called out before she leaned against the metal shelving behind her.
"Yes, Ino?"
"I need more ribbon."
"So get it." She huffed and rolled her eyes.
"I would, if it weren't so high up."
"Don't you have a step stool for these situations?"
"I'm half a bottle in, Shiranui. Do you want me to break my neck?" She called back and turned a lazy gaze over to her companion.
She heard him sigh over the scraping of his chair on the linoleum. She shot him a grin.
"Where is it?" He asked, squeezing into the small closet with her. She looked up to the top shelf, pointing to a box.
She watched as he stretched his arms up, a small sliver of his back peeking from his under his button up. She was reminded of his unsolicited help the week before and felt her face flush at the memory. She wondered idly if she would have seen the muscles of his back then, too.
"See something you like?" He asked, and she snapped from her reverie to see him smirking smugly at her. She fought down her flush and thought about her situation for a moment. They were alone, and she was feeling particularly brave.
"Yeah, actually. I do." She said, throwing a cocky grin his way. She watched as the smirk on his face faltered, turning into a surprised frown. She bit her lip, straightening herself and leaned closer to him. "What about you?"
"Don't start something you might not want to finish, Ino." He warned softly, and the space between then felt charged with something that wasn't there before. Her eyes raked over his frame.
"What if I want to finish it?" She asked, taking a small step towards him. She had to tilt her head up in order to meet his eyes. He was much taller when he didn't slump like he usually did.
"You're drunk, we really shouldn't."
"Like you haven't had drunken trysts in a confined space before." She countered, reaching her hand out to let her fingers dance up his forearm. She smirked in satisfaction as his skin dimpled at her touch.
"Trysts, huh? Pulling out those big words now." He chuckled but didn't try to move her hand.
"That wasn't much of an answer, Genma."
"I mean, of course I have. It's just…"
Ino raised her brow, taking a more confident forward. She rested her hand around his bicep. "Just what?" She pouted.
The muscle in his jaw twitched. "You're too pretty for your own good, has anyone told you that?" He murmured, and she fixed her eyes on his hand as it went up to his mouth. His hand slowly pulled the senbon from his lips before tucking it behind his ear.
She felt the air become almost stifling between them as he shifted closer. "Once or twice, yeah." She whispered. He loomed over her, dominating her space, and she blushed as he let the box of ribbon clatter to the ground.
His hands were warm against her bared midriff as pulled her close, capturing her lips with his. A whimper escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, his scent enveloping her. Even surrounded by flowers the scent of sandalwood wafted in her nose.
She groaned as she pressed closer to him, moving them back in the small closet. She giggled as cleaning supplies rained from the shelves from the force of him knocking into the shelves.
"Someone's eager." He murmured against her lips, and she responded with sliding her hands up to his shoulders. She used him as an anchor as she pressed her lips harder to his. She was eager, it had been too long since she'd been touched like this by another.
Ino trailed her left hand up to his hair, twisting her fingers around the brown tendrils that peaked out from under his bandana. She was so focused on him that she almost missed the click of the door. She opened her eyes to darkness, and she waited for a moment for her eyes to adjust before looking up at him.
"There's no point in closing the door for privacy, Genma. The store is locked up." She whispered, the digits of her right hand trailing down his chest. He was much more fit than she had given him credit for. She scrunched her nose in concentration as her fingers refused to cooperate. Her left hand joined the task of unbuttoning his dress shirt.
"Don't your parents have keys to the store?" He asked, and she was momentarily distracted by strong fingers removing the tie from her hair. She could have purred as he massaged her scalp. She fought the urge to melt into a puddle before focusing on the mission at hand.
"Don't kill my boner right now, Shiranui." She growled, managing two more buttons before frustration got the better of her. The sharp tings of buttons hitting the floor were almost overtaken by Genma's protests.
"This was my nicest shirt, woman!"
"I assumed your love of needles translated to the knowledge of sewing. Just put them back on." She said dismissively, trailing heated kisses across his chest. Her fingers went to work on the buckle of his belt before continuing to his jean buttons.
She lightly dragged her nails across his stomach before snapping the elastic of his underwear playfully. "I knew you were a boxer brief man." She let out a squeak as he switched their positions quicker than lightning.
"You're a demon, did you know that?" He growled in her ear, and she felt herself clench down on nothing as he pushed his knee between her legs.
"And yet here you are." She teased breathlessly, her fingertips dipping under his waistband, combing through the coarse hair there. She wrapped her hand around his length, gaining confidence as he inhaled sharply through his teeth. Ino let her eyes trail up his chiseled abdomen, his muscles clenching as she started stroking him slowly.
She looked up, catching his gaze. His face was unreadable as her other hand ghosted down his stomach, hooking a finger on is underwear. He hissed as she exposed sensitive flesh to the cool air, pressing his forehead to hers. She felt herself blush as she gave him a firm stroke, the whole ordeal feeling especially intimate in the way his eyes never left hers.
"Why are you staring at me?" She asked quietly, gasping as his thigh made full contact with her clothed sex. He never answered her as he began agonizingly slow circular motions with his knee. Goosebumps erupted on her skin from the simple motion, putting her nerves on edge, eager for more contact.
She swiped her though against the head of his cock, taking pleasure in the way his breath hitched in response. He had seemed to become almost non-verbal. She couldn't help but giggle to herself. Who knew it was this easy to shut the notorious Genma Shiranui up with just a simple hand job.
Her giggle melted into a moan as he ground his thigh harder against her, the soft silk of her underwear brushing against her clit. The pleasure zipped down to her toes, making her knees shake from the force of it.
"What's so funny princess?" He rumbled in her ear, his voice so low and rough with desire that it make her shiver. Desire for her. Or her hand at the very least. The thought that he wanted her so much it was tangible was thrilling in and of itself. She gave a twist of her wrist in response.
"I thought I had shut you up with just my hand around your dick, but I see your brain is still functioning properly." She said as confidently as she could. The way the fabric was bunching and rubbing against her most intimate parts made it a particularly difficult task to accomplish.
"You should know better, princess." He grinned, leaning down and capturing her lips in a kiss. She let out a soft moan, her eyes slipping closed as she let her hips meet the rhythm he established. Her brain chastised her as she chased the wave of pleasure. She couldn't find it in her to care much that the situation wasn't the most becoming.
The harsh sound of canvas ripping made her eyes shoot open wide, her once secured apron pooling uselessly around her hips. Her mouth fell open in disbelief as he tossed the ruined fabric to the side.
"I liked that apron!" She whined indignantly, but her protests died in her throat as Genma took full advantage of the new expanses of her body he made accessible. His hands were greedy, slipping under her top with the practiced ease of someone who had done this many times before.
"Tit for tat, Yamanaka." He teased, his expression turning into one of a predator's, ready to devour her whole. Her irritation melted away as his lips latched to her neck. She struggled to keep focus on the rhythm of her hand as he released the clasp at the front of her bra and pushed the offending clothing out of his way.
Her brain was a haze as he kissed down her body, her loosely wrapped fingers around his cock slipping away as he blazed a trail from her neck to her breasts. She cried out as his tongue lapped at an already embarrassingly hard nipple, her hips undulating faster against his thigh as he rolled it between his teeth. She could almost taste release on the horizon.
She felt like she was on fire, his expert ministrations brining her to the edge embarrassingly fast as her hand stilted in its motions. Who knew her nipples were so sensitive?
Her tongue felt thick in her mouth as she groaned, Genma running soothing circles on her abused nipple before turning his attention to the next one. The rough pads of his fingers slid down her stomach, snaking under her underwear. She was glad she at least had the good sense to muffle her scream with the palm of her hand as he circled her clit.
Her abdomen quivered as her orgasm crashed into her, and she threw her head back as her whole body shook from the force of it. An airy gasp escaped her lips at the shock of just how quickly it had snuck up on her.
She whimpered when he didn't let up his pace, and she let her eyes drift up to his. She could almost taste the sweat that beaded on his temple as he continued the punishing pace on her sex. Her eyes rolled back as the second wave of her orgasm washed over her. It was all too much, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Her hands shot up to brace herself on him, her knees feeling weak as he strung out her high for what felt like forever.
He let out a groan of a word somewhere in the middle of it all, but she wouldn't have been able to repeat it if her life depended on it. The sound of her heart hammering in her ears drowned out any words he may have said. Mercifully, the sharp pangs of pleasure slowed before ending, and Ino let out a shuddering breath, willing her heartbeat to slow down to a healthier pace.
She whimpered as he extracted his fingers from her now ruined underwear, and she wrinkled her nose at him as he sucked them clean. She wanted to tell him he was gross for doing it, but the way her heart raced faster at the sight made it hard to deny that it was sexy as hell. She had to catch herself on the shelf behind her as he stepped away from her slowly to tuck himself back into his pants.
A pang of guilt went through her. He didn't even finish either. None of this went according to her plan. She reached out to stop him, and she narrowed her eyes at her hand as it shook from the effort. She had never orgasmed so hard she couldn't control her muscles. She felt like she had sparred with Team Gai for 3 hours straight, she was exhausted.
"Let me-"
"Don't worry about it, princess." He said, shooting her a grin as he tried to make himself at least a little presentable. She returned the gesture with a frown.
"But you didn't..." She protested, the words getting caught on her tongue as he stepped close to her, beginning the process of fixing her disheveled clothes. She blushed as the fingers that had just given her a mind-blowing orgasm hooked her bra back together and smoothed her top. She'd never had a man take care of her like that after they had sex before. It was nice.
"I said don't worry about it." He whispered, leaning close and pressing a small kiss to the corner of her mouth. She blushed but nodded, looking down at the forgotten box of ribbon. She was too tired to finish the rest of the centerpieces tonight.
"I should probably get home." She murmured as he pulled her skirt back down.
"Do you need help getting home?" He asked, and she bit her lip in thought. She should probably take his offer, but if anyone saw them together they would be the talk of the town, especially in this state.
"I think I'm going to take a small rest before going home. Thanks for all you're help tonight, Genma." She said, and she could tell that the invitation to leave wasn't lost on him. The frown that flashed over his lips was gone faster than it appeared, and in its place was his usual cocky grin.
"I aim to please, princess." He said, and she rolled her eyes as he stepped away from her in a flourished bow.
"Whatever Genma. Be safe on your way home." She said, voice full of mirth at his antics. She watched as he grabbed what was left of the bottle of sake on his way out of the back room.
"Same to you, Ino." He said before exiting the shop. She relocked it behind him, trying to ignore the gnawing in her gut that dismissing him was probably a bad idea.