DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
NOTES: My first Shino lemon in this 'drabble', folks. I know, I know - I have no right to call these drabbles when they're so obviously oneshots because I write WAY too much. I figure his kikkai would have personalities of their own, so...you'll see. Also, I gave Shino's bugs a few nifty tricks in this fic, because I figure they aren't called destruction beetles just because they can eat your chakra.
A NOTE ABOUT THE STATUS. It will be listed as complete but will be updated whenever a new drabble is uploaded - so please don't think this is it, there's more to come.
Enjoy, and please review!
TITLE: Springtime of Youth
PAIRINGS: ShinoTen
RATING: Mature
GENRE: Humour/Romance
"Tenten, NOOOOOOOOO!"
Lee barely managed to dodge a flurry of kunai, his large eyes even larger. Even he, the Beautiful Green Beast of Konoha, was having trouble avoiding Tenten's ire.
The weapon's master growled and released another scroll, her eyebrows drawn down. All she could see was hideous green spandex and dear god, she WANTED IT GONE.
Not in that way. Tenten paused in the middle of her attack to let herself feel ill at the mental slip. What she meant was that she wanted Lee dead. Very dead. And then she wanted his head as a trophy. Or if not a trophy, then something she could use as a football for a few hours.
"Please, calm down Tenten! I understand that you are invigorated with the power of youth, but – !!!" Lee ended with a squeak as a kunai narrowly missed removing him from the gene pool.
"Damn you!" Tenten yelled. "Again! AGAIN!"
"Forgive me, Tenten!" Lee cried, his eyes glistening. "It was out of my hands!"
A kunai thwacked into the tree behind him.
She was sick of it. Damned SICK of it. These jerks going off on missions and leaving her behind. Oh, never mind that she'd merely spent most of her life training to be a shinobi for the use of this village, only for them to decide to forget about her all of the damn time.
What did Lee have that she didn't, aside from horrible eyebrows and an ambiguous relationship with their sensei? Tenten huffed and folded her arms.
"Leave him be, Tenten," Neji intoned. He, of course, had nothing to be mad about. He went on the stupid mission too. Tenten wanted to break his perfect nose. "Your skills were simply not...suited to this particular mission."
"Oh, bullsh – "
"Do you hear that?" Lee asked, looking around.
Tenten stared at him. "Hear what?"
"That sound!" Lee, eyes wide, pressed his ear to the tree behind him. When he didn't pick anything up, he began to move around, his head turned at a ridiculous angle so that his ear was leading him.
Tenten wondered if this was a not-so-clever attempt at distraction. The minute Lee got close enough, she decided, she would kick him in the bento box and enjoy every second of his wailing.
"You mean that buzzing sound?" Neji asked.
Huh. Retardation was catching.
"I don't hear anything," Tenten frowned, glaring suspiciously between the two of them. "If you're trying to distract me – "
"Hush and listen!" Neji snapped, cocking his head. Tenten sighed and obeyed. For moment, all she could hear was her own irritated pulse and the soft chirping of birds.
Then she could hear the buzzing, like the rapid thrum of tiny wings.
"Hey," she said, "that sounds like a – "
"Bug," Neji finished. He was staring at her shoulder. "It's on you."
Tenten looked down, blinking. Sure enough, there on her shoulder was a tiny beetle with vivid green eyes, little chattering mandibles and a light coloured pronotum. It was buzzing and bouncing on the white material of her shirt, its wing case shaking furiously.
If Tenten had been any other girl, she might have screamed herself silly. Luckily, though, Tenten had never been afraid of any bug except for the spider which – she was sure – had some sort of telepathic ability to cause irrational fear.
"Huh, so it is," she said. "Wonder why I didn't hear it before?" In fact, this beetle looked kind of like the ones that kept coming in through the window of her apartment. She'd been tempted to get a bug bomb and go nuts, but every time she'd considered it the bugs had left...only to return again later.
"Perhaps it has been with you for some time," Neji said. "You would have gotten used to the sound."
At the sound of his voice, the beetle flew off of her shoulder and shot towards Neji menacingly. To the surprise of all three ninja, it fired off a bolt of chakra that Neji managed to avoid at the last moment. The stunned Hyuuga landed a few feet away.
Sated, the bug returned to Tenten's shoulder.
"That isn't an ordinary bug," Lee blinked. He leant in for a closer look. To Neji's irritation, the beetle didn't so much as flutter a mandible. "It looks familiar."
"Yeah, its pals keep flooding my kitchen," Tenten muttered, rubbing her forehead. "Please, PLEASE tell me I'm not getting infested with beetles."
Neji, cautiously stepping closer until the warning flutter of the beetle made him stop, looked at Tenten. "These bugs are in your apartment?"
"It's spring," she replied with a shrug. "Bugs get everywhere in spring. It's annoying but, whatever."
"Bugs that fire chakra are NOT everywhere," Neji replied primly, glaring at Tenten.
"They haven't done it until now," she retorted. "I guess you get special treatment."
Neji flushed, and the beetle jittered cheerfully.
"He's lively," Lee grinned. He held a finger out towards the bug, which promptly turned its back on him and crawled further along Tenten's shoulder towards her neck. The tai jutsu user's eyes widened. "You don't think he's one of Aburame-san's, do you?"
"Eh?" Tenten blinked, looking between Neji and Lee. The beetle had crawled further up the mandarin collar of her shirt and its tiny legs were tickling her skin. Rather than be creeped out, Tenten was baffled at the strange behaviour of the bug. "You mean his kikkai bugs?"
She'd never seen them up close, so she couldn't tell. But it would make sense – the Aburame clan used chakra-charged bugs as their bloodline trait, after all. And no other chakra-infused bugs could be found in Konoha. She felt a little stupid for not thinking of it before.
"Must be, I guess," she replied, raising a curious brow.
"Which begs the question as to why his bugs are in your apartment and on your clothes," Neji frowned. He stepped forward, wanting to look at the beetle to see if he could identify it as one of Shino's.
This time, the beetle didn't miss. Neji juddered as if electrocuted and fell back onto his ass. "DAMN IT!"
"Whoa, he's a powerful little guy," Tenten laughed. She could have sworn the bug was laughing from inside her collar.
Lee looked crestfallen – he still had trouble bringing Neji down, and yet a tiny little bug had made the Hyuuga land on his butt in an undignified heap.
Neji stood up quickly, his cheeks red. "I suggest you go to Aburame," he growled, "and find out what he thinks he's up to."
"What's the big deal?" Tenten asked.
"You forget that those kikkai can be used for espionage," Neji snapped. "With that many kikkai in your apartment and on your person, what would you believe they were doing?"
Tenten froze. Surely Shino wasn't that kind of person...okay, so she didn't really know him at all. But the few times she'd been around him, Shino had proven to be a remarkably mature and stoic person with an unusual pattern of speech. He wore many clothes and had recently taken to wearing a hooded coat over his high-collared underjacket, revealing nothing but a small rectangle of his face. And even then he wore wraparound sunglasses.
He didn't seem like the type who would use his kikkai for spying on a girl.
But now that Neji mentioned it, she couldn't shake the unease it gave her.
"I'll go and ask him about it," Tenten replied vacantly, feeling the bug scuttle over her collarbone to settle against her pulse point. She would ask him in a civilised manner and give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, even the Inuzuka family's nin dogs sometimes rebelled – why wouldn't Shino's bugs rebel every once in a while as well?
It took Tenten a little while to track the bug ninja down. Shino, it seemed, was able to slip through crowded streets undetected. Tenten would have praised him for it except that she knew him to be an exceptionally lonely and ignored ninja – he was probably even worse than herself. She felt a pang of sadness when everyone turned up a blank as to his whereabouts.
As she searched Konoha, the bug buzzed a soothing rhythm against her pulse point. Every now and then, she allowed it to take tiny amounts of chakra from her skin and felt oddly delighted with this symbiotic relationship – the life it gained from her, and the comfort she was taking from its presence.
It was a quirky little thing that seemed to display actual emotions. If it was indeed one of Shino's, she would be sorely disappointed to see the beetle go.
She came across the Aburame purely by accident – and would have walked right past him if the beetle's wings hadn't begun to beat against her throat rapidly. Confused by the sudden change in attitude – not frantic, but excited all the same – she had looked up. And there he was, leaning against a tree, his head turned in her direction.
Tenten swallowed. He looked quite intimidating. She was glad that he wore sunglasses, because she had the feeling that the full weight of his gaze would snap her in two. Gathering her wits, Tenten walked towards him. "Hello, Aburame-san!"
If he was surprised at her greeting, he didn't show it. "Tenten-san." His voice was deep, toneless and rich. He shifted a bit straighter, but remained against the tree with his hands in his jacket pockets.
"I have a question for you," Tenten said, deciding to cut to the chase. He didn't look like he was especially fond of small talk, and the beetle's frantic motions were beginning to tickle her. "Are you missing any kikkai?"
Shino's head inclined subtly. "..."
"It's just...uh..." Tenten flushed. "I've been having lots of beetles randomly flying around my apartment, and this little guy – " she pulled her collar aside to reveal the beetle " – has been hanging around with me for a while now. He knocked Neji on his butt with a chakra blast, so I doubt he's your average beetle...Aburame-san, are you okay?"
It was disconcerting, how pale Shino had turned. He'd been pale before, sure – but now he looked like he could glow in the dark, or at the very least show up under UV lighting. The furrow between his eyebrows had deepened, and Tenten bet that if his underjacket didn't cover his mouth, she'd be able to see it hanging open.
"He's yours then?"
There was a few moments of dumb silence, before Shino dropped his chin in a jerky nod.
"Ah. So...uh...I thought you'd like to take him back..." she pointed to the bug at her neck, who continued to flail around excitedly but had yet to leave her, "...and maybe watch out for the others, so that they don't go around my apartment again. Right?"
Her words seemed to snap him out of his stupour. Shino's head jerked up a little. "I did not know that your...apartment...was where they went." His voice was strained, his facial muscles a little too controlled. "My apologies."
So he wasn't spying on her? Tenten was suspicious now – because it looked as though he was breaking into a sweat. What was his problem?
"Right..." she pointed again. "You might wanna take him before he kills himself from over-excitement." She wanted to ask why his bugs would run away, but wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer. Shino himself didn't seem to want to know, so why would she?
He grunted his agreement and looked at the bug.
Silence.
"He will not listen," Shino said, and Tenten was surprised to hear a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Oh...has he fed on too much of my chakra or something?" She asked, worried that she'd inadvertantly ruined one of Shino's kikkai.
"It would make no difference. Why, you ask? Because my kikkai were fused with me at birth. We are connected, no matter whose chakra they absorb." He was definitely stressy now.
Tenten's eyes widened. "Um...maybe I should just...?"
She reached down to her collarbone and gently scooped the bouncing bug onto her fingers. It continued to dance and jitter, fluttering its wings. She couldn't help but smile – who'd have thought something so perky would live inside Aburame Shino?
Amused, she held her hand out.
She heard a small intake of breath. Then, with cautious slowness, Shino reached out his own hand and laid the ends of his fingers over hers.
His touch was warm and Tenten gasped, feeling it shoot through her like the bolt that had pwned Neji. She stared at him, confused, and was disappointed to see no such reaction in the other ninja. She had no idea what she'd just felt, but it had definitely been just her. Maybe he'd sparked her with static or something.
As she and Shino began to manoeuvre their fingers around to shuffle the bug from her hand to his, Tenten caught herself admiring the long pianist's fingers with the rough callouses on their tips. His palms were large and strong, tapering into wonderfully structured wrists. He would have made a good tai jutsu fighter if he wasn't a bug user. He had beautiful hands –
God, snap out of it, she thought, flushing. One last dip of her hand, and she'd deposited the bug into Shino's palm.
She wasn't sure what disappointed her more – the loss of her new friend, or the removal of Shino's fingers from hers. She stepped back, feeling as though she was intruding on something very private all of a sudden.
Shino cupped his hands around the kikkai and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Tenten-san." His voice was tight and gruff. "I shall make sure that you are not bothered again."
She was about to tell him not to worry – that she wasn't bothered at all. But in a puff of smoke, Shino had disappeared, and Tenten was left more confused then she'd been before.
Tenten's morning ritual was simple: rise, have a shower, brush her teeth, moisturise, dress, do her hair and maybe add a minimal amount of makeup. Well, it was simple in comparison to Ino's rituals anyway.
By the time Tenten was done the morning after her exchange with Shino, the memory had faded from being the focus of her whole attention to being something that wandered in and out of her mind occasionally with a large 'WTF' stamped on it.
She didn't know Shino well enough for his behaviour to confuse her more than the odd 'strange, huh?' and so by the time she'd passed the first stages and was dressing, the incident was forgotten and replaced with a cheery expectation for the day.
After finishing her hair and a touch of eyeliner, Tenten hunted for her shoes and decided that some cereal and OJ wouldn't go amiss. She had plenty of time before breakfast before training – in fact, Gai-sensei would probably kick her halfway to Suna if she forgot the 'most important meal of the day'.
Tenten walked determinedly to the kitchen. She had a feeling that if she skipped breakfast today, it would be bad karma. Or a bad idea. Whatever.
Tenten entered the kitchen – and gasped.
Several kikkai examined the weapons she'd left on the kitchen table. They clicked their interest and skirted away from the sharp edges whenever they got too close. Some more flew laps around her Chinese lantern ceiling lampshade. Several littered the cupboards, looking like they were trying to find a way in.
As she stared in horror, one – who she somehow recognised as her friend from before – landed on her collarbone and chittered.
What. The. Hell.
No, seriously.
Tenten was alarmed. She'd been sure that after Shino's odd behaviour yesterday that she'd never see him again, let alone his beetles.
She began to grow angry.
What was he playing at, that sneaky bug master? Was he spying on her after all? He could at least be subtle! No, no...he would definitely be subtle, so spying was out. Was this some kind of elaborate joke? Surely he wasn't the type. Was –
The kikkai at her collarbone stamped a little pattern on her skin to catch her attention. To Tenten's surprise, the kikkai began sending images and feelings through its chakra. She didn't know why she was so surprised – Shino had to have detailed communication with them somehow. Maybe she was surprised that she could receive images from them. She wasn't sure at the moment.
She felt how the kikkai had (somehow) lived in her hair for a while, but preferred her neck. Her pulse soothed it. It was happy when she noticed it, and when Neji was injured. It was very clear about the fact that it would like to maim Neji for life.
Then Tenten began to receive images of Shino. They weren't revealing or intrusive – the Aburame was as disguised and mysterious as ever. But each image...was personal. Even with his full garb, Shino was naked to all of her senses as though she could actually smell him and touch him, hear his low breathing.
The images bled loneliness...a bitter kind that Tenten found herself responding to.
He looked so regal in these images. His cheekbones were high and aristocratic above his collar, his nose narrow and straight. His mouth, of course, was hidden along with his eyes, but a sense of melancholy was evident all the same.
The kikkai chirped, then sent another image – this one from yesterday, when their hands had touched. Shino looked remarkably uncomfortable – moreso than Tenten remembered. Through the little beetle's eyes, she noticed a strange set to the Aburame's face that her human eyes hadn't detected. She had the distinct feeling that Sino and the kikkai were holding out on something.
All of the kikkai in the room made chittering noises. It took Tenten a moment to realise that they were laughing at her. The beetles swarmed to the kitchen table, watching her with apparent interest.
"I don't get it," Tenten muttered. "If you're all so concerned about him and his loneliness, go back to him!"
More laughter. Some found it so amusing that they rolled onto their backs and twitched their legs.
"Why are you here?" She groaned. Their motives were beyond her – she could only guess that Shino had a hand in this somehow. She wished she knew how, she really did.
The kikkai at her throat sent her the same image of yesterday.
Tenten groaned and put her head in her hands. She could already tell that it was gonna be a long, long day.
It was getting distracting, trying to go about her usual business in Konoha with a swarm of bugs following her everywhere and clinging to her person. Eventually, Gai had sent her away both out of frustration and in a feeble attempt to save Neji's life.
And all the while, the kikkai fed her images of Shino.
Images from battle, from training, from the academy days. While the kikkai were never too informative or intrusive on Shino's carefully preserved privacy, they painted a good picture of the young Aburame all the same.
Tenten was getting to know him quite well.
Strong smells made him get migraines. He was the strongest of the clan and set to take over from his father. He was loyal and responsible. He liked control and was demanding. He cared but wasn't good at showing it. He hid his emotions for tactical reasons. He'd had a crush at the academy which had never quite faded away. He had never been drunk, or even attempted to drink alcohol. He'd almost been killed by Kankurou of Suna.
They showed her, she listened.
She liked what she heard.
The more Tenten heard about Shino, the more her daily searches for him became less about the beetles and more about her interest. She told herself that she wanted to relinquish the insects to him once and for all, but in truth she wanted to see a fraction of the truths the kikkai saw. She wanted to see the real, interesting and good Aburame Shino for herself.
But he was nowhere to be found.
"Haven't seem him," Naruto shrugged. Tenten's shoulders slumped. Of course not. No one had. "Hey...did you know bugs are flying around your head?"
"Yes," she sighed.
"Oh...and, uh, there's some in your hair, too."
"I know."
"And on your – "
"I KNOW!"
The fact that several ambitious kikkai were taking up camp in her cleavage hadn't escaped her attention, contrary to popular belief. No amount of hustling could get them to move and Tenten was terrified of just what they could see down there.
A week slipped by.
Tenten had become close to being a hermit as the rumour mills churned. The few enterprising nin who had tried to remove the bugs learned their lesson quickly and joined Neji in the queue to demand answers from one Aburame Shino in order to repair their battered pride.
Tenten headed the queue.
But Shino remained absent.
Tenten ate her breakfast mechanically, trying to ignore the cheerful bugs crawling through her hair. They were sending her images of Neji's latest public humiliation, clicking and chortling their joy. She'd had no idea that Shino's kikkai were such sadists until she'd been forced to live and share chakra with the little gits.
She was feeling pretty sadistic herself. No matter how friendly she'd become towards Shino (and she did feel friendly towards him – the kikkai had built up a strange sort of rapport, even if he hadn't been present for it) she still wanted to bust his balls for letting his bugs stalk her.
Seriously, what the hell?
Tenten sighed and put her spoon into her bowl, ignoring the image of Shino enjoying onigiri that was fired at her. The rice ball managed to hide most of his lower face, and she had the feeling that the kikkai were mocking her – dangling her curiosity in front of her on a string.
The ringleader of the kikkai, the one from her collarbone and the one she'd 'affectionately' nicknamed Pest, fell into her bowl and paddled around in the milk.
"DAMN IT!" She scooped him out with the spoon and dropped him onto the table. "I can't eat that now! That was totally gross, Pest."
The kikkai shook droplets of milk off and began to buzz wildly.
Tenten tensed. She knew him well enough now to know that it wasn't a good sign for her.
The other kikkai began to join in, quivering in an excited beat that her heart couldn't help but follow.
Her front door banged open and the tall form of Aburame Shino shadowed the doorway. He stepped in and kicked the door shut behind him, his arms folded across his chest.
"Oh, finally," Tenten huffed. "I've only been looking for you all damned wee – "
She stopped, noticing for the first time the state of the man who had barged into her home.
His underjacket was unzipped. Unzipped. She stared in breathless silence at his pointed but sturdy jawline, his slightly full lips and elegant nose. He was breathing hard, laboriously, and his perfect cheekbones were flushed.
He was stunning.
And giving off strange chakra signals.
Pest chose that moment to fly to her collarbone and let her know just what those signals were.
Tenten's eyes widened and she gulped, standing up so quickly that her hip knocked the back of the chair. Shino unfolded his arms and watched her, the muscles in his jaw tense. He took a step forward.
"Shino," she asked, forgetting not to be so familiar and wincing when his lips twitched, "...are you okay...?" She choked on the words, unsure of whether to trust the all of the kikkai and their response to his odd chakra pulses.
"No."
The kikkai fluttered faster. Tenten gulped and flushed.
There was a shift in the air. The beetles fled her and sank into Shino's skin as he advanced on her, his movements quick and sure. Tenten stepped backwards, tripping over air and her feet until her back hit the refridgerator. She frowned and tried to step sideways, but Shino had already pinned her with a hand on either side of her head.
Tenten gasped. He smelled faintly like pine needles, and even then the smell had a mixed myriad that built it up in a way that told her he had actually been around pine needles to get the scent. Underneath that, she couldn't detect anything but the faintly masculine musk of his sweat.
"S-so," she stuttered, trying to sound casual. She wasn't casual, of course. Her heart had never gone so fast before and every nerve in her body was lit up like a fuse. "Mating season, huh?"
She liked Shino. After the interference of the kikkai, she really liked Shino – he made her feel warm inside and out. But surely this was too much – the way she felt like she was preening in response to his attention.
The muscles in his jaw ticked. His lips twisted into a look of what could have been displeasure or strain – she really didn't know. Seeing expressions on Shino at all was a foreign and confusing thing. "They told you."
"They've been pestering me for a week," Tenten said, surprisingly breathless. Shino was inches away from her face, his arms keeping her trapped between them against the fridge. "Th-they owe me some explan – "
His lips were as soft as they looked. That was her first thought, when they were suddenly pressed to hers firmly but with restraint. She froze, her mind trying to process everything and nothing at once. Instinctively, she pressed her mouth back against his out of curiosity rather than experience, and Shino's reaction was immediate.
He stepped closer, his body pressing her against the fridge. His lips were forceful and demanding – rough and clumsy but rich with enthusiasm. Tenten's body tingled, her arms winding around his neck as she leant up into his mouth.
He tasted like coffee. It amazed her and she nearly laughed against the tongue demanding entry at her lips. The mysterious and cold Aburame Shino tasted like coffee, and it was good.
She slanted her lips over his, sucking his tongue into her mouth. She had practiced kissing enough times that her inexperience didn't show very much, but the bug ninja was clearly holding back and uncertain with his technique. When she nipped his lower lip, Shino pushed his hips forward, the movement involuntary. Tenten broke the kiss, shock seeping into her mind at the feel of him against her stomach.
"Erm..Sh-Shino – "
"I apologise," he said, his lips swollen and his chest heaving with the exertion. "But I may not be responsible for my actions from hereon out."
"What do you me - !"
He surged forwards, pushing her back against the fridge hard enough to jarr it and knock some photo albums off of the top of it. His mouth captured hers hungrily, his movements now confident and charged with pheremones that even Tenten could feel – though she blamed the kikkai completely.
She tried to return the kiss, bemused to find that Shino was quickly overpowering all of her efforts to lean the control in her favour. Growling, he pushed himself tightly against her and ground his hips forwards. Feeling faint, Tenten could only wrap a leg around his hip to prevent him from knocking her into the fridge – only to gasp at the way that it brought his hardness closer to the cradle of her hips. He gripped her thigh against him and his hood finally fell away from his head, his dark spiky hair mussed and soft to the fingers that immediately sought it out.
Their pelvises suddenly fell into rhythm, and she tightened the leg around his hip to hold him to her as he rocked her into the fridge, the strong scent of pine needles and the sweat that was building along their hairlines overpowering Tenten – intoxicating them both like a drug, and she forgot where she was and who she was and pretty much everything except him.
He pressed feverish kiss after feverish kiss to her swollen lips, flicking his tongue against them and nipping her lower lip as the hand holding her thigh to his hip tightened its grip. She gasped when she felt his free hand unfastening her trousers and tugging at them, her heart pounding in her ears.
Shino pulled her lower lip between his teeth and suckled it. She pulled away, running her mouth over the high angles of his cheeks, his forehead, and back down to lick at his lips before pulling him in for another deep kiss. She wasn't sure anymore who was more affected by mating season – him or her.
Tenten briefly thought that maybe the kikkai had done something to her. But her mind flung it out along with all other logic when Shino kissed her forehead in a tender way that made her breath hitch. It wasn't just tender – it was telling.
Shino flushed as she placed slow, lingering kisses on his mouth one after the other – languid touches that had them both shaking. She hoped her lips were as telling as his.
He had her shirt off and was yanking her trousers and gauze past her hips before she fully understood what was happening and he ground her back against the fridge, his lips crushing against hers.
Her shoulder blades hit the fridge hard, his lips bruising her mouth. His tongue twisted against hers, and Tenten stole the opportunity to unzip his jacket and shove it off. She expected some sort of refusal, but Shino helped her get rid of the jacket before divesting himself of the underjacket himself, leaving only his mesh shirt for her fingernails to snag on as she pressed her hands against his chest.
It was rushed. It was overheated. Neither was thinking properly.
It was perfect.
Shino stepped back to pull off his mesh shirt and Tenten went for his trousers – just getting her hand on the button before Shino knocked her away and pinned her back against the fridge. She looked up at him – wishing she could see his eyes. Just once.
Sensing the direction of her thoughts, Shino's lips twitched into a miniscule smirk. He shook his head. The glasses were to stay.
Tenten sighed, irritated – only to remember that she was very, very naked when she noticed Shino's own bared torso. His body was toned and lean, perfectly pale and dotted with a few scars. When Tenten ran her hands down his chest, she could feel the excited hum of the kikkai beneath his flesh.
Her eyes widened as she saw his hands fly to his pants and began to undo them. She pressed herself back against the fridge, unsure of what to do. Pushing the trousers past his hips, Shino watched her with satisfaction as she licked her lips, eyes fixed on his hardness.
Tenten wished she wasn't a virgin. She really wished that.
His rough hands slipped behind her to clutch at her ass. Gripping her rear tightly, he hoisted her up and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Tenten's hands gripped the muscled shoulders tightly, slipping slightly from the sweat that had built on them.
Shino rolled his hips forwards.
Tenten couldn't help yelling when he stretched her. She could tell from the look on his face that he felt sorry for causing her pain, but he was too far gone already. He hissed his pleasure against her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair as he thrust into her. He nipped at her jaw. She nuzzled against his forehead. His hands guided her hips on him, moving her up and down his length. Her hands flattened against his nipples.
Tenten gasped as his pace picked up, his hands gripping her hard enough to bruise. She slid up and down the fridge with his movements, and she was sure that his dark eyes were watching the way her breasts bounced with every forceful thrust. Sweat slicked her back and tried to stick her to the fridge. It matted her bangs to her forehead and gathered in her clavicle for him to lick and suckle.
He slammed in and out of her with ease. She felt the tingles of growing pleasure beginning to consume her, and she let out a strangled moan and arched her neck. Shino groaned, and something in his voice made her tenderly flatten her palm against his cheek.
Shino pressed his mouth to hers, their heavy breathing interrupting the kiss and breaking it into several small heated ones as his thrusting slowed down to deep rocking.
Maybe this never would have happened if it hadn't been spring and he hadn't been an Aburame.
It didn't mean it wasn't right.
As Tenten came, she wondered why her. Why not someone like Sakura or even his teammate, Hinata?
Shino moved a few more times and stilled, his whole body quivering and relaxing as though he'd just been released from torture.
He set her down, pulling out of her and leaning his forehead against the fridge. He breathed in deeply, his arms shaking. Tenten watched him. There was always a chance that the kikkai had made this happen. That Shino hadn't wanted this.
The thought made her flinch.
"You will have to meet my father," Shino said suddenly, his voice not showing his body's obvious troubles at all. "Why? Because I should have done so before. It is always the way with potential mates." Even through his sunglasses, she felt him fix her with a very uncompromising look. "I lost control and that is unfortunate."
"M-meet your father?" Tenten felt like it was twisted, how she sat completely naked at her breakfast table and stared at her lover in confusion. "Why?"
Shino's eyebrows drew together. "You are my mate. The clan's head must agree that the pairing is adequate before courtship and marriage can be considered."
"MARRIAGE?"
"Until recently, you have always escaped mating season," Shino said, a mildly accusing note to his voice. "And so this could not happen sooner. But the...kikkai always wanted to choose you."
It was a lot to absorb. And to Tenten's credit, she tried. "Why...why did you run away then? When they started following me?"
"I did not believe you would want to be a part of my clan," he replied simply, as though the poor treatment of his family were something to be discussed over cake and tea. "I felt as though my kikkai were being amorous where it was not wanted. But then they began...to tell me things..."
She knew it. She just knew it. Pest was going to suffer for this.
"...but by then, it was too late. Why? Our mutual pheremones allowed the kikkai to initiate the required frame of mind for...mating." He studied her. "I came here for that reason."
"Yeah," she coughed, going red. She suddenly realised she was naked and covered her breasts. "I realise that."
Shino sat at the table, and reached a tentative hand across to hers. His wonderful fingers and beautiful wrist were large in comparison to hers, and she watched him slowly fold his hand around her own. It didn't escape her attention that one of his fingers traced the lower part of her ring finger.
So he was thinking of marriage already.
Tenten smiled. She wasn't going that far, but she was sure that if the kikkai continued to let them get to know each other...maybe things would work out.
Especially if he got that amorous every mating season.