As she approached closer, Tenten realized that he had a katana sheathed and was twirling it vertically by the hilt with one hand. The tip of the sheath on the floor, the other being fingered nonchalantly by the Aburame hier. The action set his sinewy arm muscles to ripple just so in the light, and cause the small chain on the end to wrap around the hilt, then unwrap as he rolled it back and forth in his thumb and fingers. It was both a cocky and disturbingly erotic action, and Tenten chalked it up to her love of weapons as well as how good he looked with half his chest exposed by the unbuttoned shirt. That damned smirk of his was also equally alluring, framed on his angular jaw and highlighted by a mischievous glint of his nearly black colored eyes. He patted his hand palm down on his thigh with a quick slap, and her eyes were drawn to how nicely the rolled up sleeves hugged the thick part of his forearms.
But she had to admit it wasn't just his physical appearance that she was attracted to as she stepped slowly over to Shino's side.
She slipped in between his legs and slowly began to lower her body into a sitting position. Someone broke the moment by slapping a large sum of money on the table before her butt touched his thigh, offering it up to the kunoichi if she might consider sitting in his lap instead.
"Sorry handsome," she spoke loud enough for most of them to hear, "Gotta go where the money's at." And she very sensually curved her body away from his, teasing him so much it earned her an almost inaudible grunt from the back of his throat from the loss of such a view.
The simple utterance gave her quite a bit of satisfaction, even if it might have been something he did for show.
She situated herself unhappily on the man's lap who handed the money over, though she looked pleased to do so as she wrapped an arm around the back of her chair to hold her position in his lap as he played the next round of cards.
Men were irritatingly smelly animals. Most of them, anyways. The little she could smell of Shino was actually quite pleasant in contrast. These goons that she was situated around were at least a little easier on the eyes, and had better hygiene, minus the troll whose lap she occupied that at the moment.
After three rounds, she announced again that the winner of the next hand would be her next chair, and she wouldn't take any bribes this time.
Because if she had to sit another round on Tweedle Scums lap, she just might loose her dinner.
Another round of males elbowing each other and cheering at the thought of the little minx sitting in their lap and the dealer shuffled and passed out the cards.
She nervously thought that if Shino won this hand too, someone might accuse him of cheating. She hoped he was smart enough to realize this as well. He did end up having a damn good hand, but the man sitting directly to his right beat him, just barely.
She leaned over to flatten her skirt out, making sure to do so in Shino's direction. She could hear the methodical clinking from the twirling katana falter ever so slightly.
Ah, so she did have an effect on him. Rolling it over in her mind, that probably just proved he wasn't gay. Still, the stoic Shino she knew suddenly wasn't so stoic. Her attention quickly diverted as she realized the man whose lap she was resting on was purposely letting his hands roam a little too far.
In truth, he wasn't all that bad looking, but she got the distinct feeling of her skin crawling just from his proximity and the sleazy vibe rolling off of him in waves. With each brazen move the man plied further to seeking more inappropriate territory with his hands. The action, she noticed from the corner of her eye, made the Aburame's jaw clench every time he did it. She might have heard the distinct sound of his teeth grinding, but she couldn't be sure.
She leaned over and whispered into Mr. Handsy's ear, him smiling full out like he was going to get asked to go some where quieter, then sobering up as he realized that she would make good on her threat if he didn't stop. "If your hands slips again, so will my tanto."
Said tanto was held firmly to his manhood as she spoke, no one but Shino she supposed, had even seen her take it out, it was unholstered so fast. The man quickly became focused on his cards for the remainder of the time she reclined in his lap.
She thanked her lucky stars he didn't view the threat as a turn on; Kami only knew the disaster that could have been.
Shino seemed pleased with the results of her little "talk" with Mr. Now Suddenly Very Focused On The Game. The clacking of the katana tassel rhythmically chimed as he relaxed.
Tenten made it very clear that to the others how very interested in Shino she was through out the night. He never won another match to earn a visit from her, but that didn't stop her from shamelessly flirting with him.
She needed to let everyone in the room know just how very interested in him she was.
His life depended on it.
Finally, she announced it was time to leave, and she very obviously left a key for Shino, if he so desired to give her a late night call that evening. Wink, wink.
When she got to her hotel, she remembered all the scum she had come in contact with, and thought about that excoriating her skin with a strigil until her skin nearly bled. She dreaded to think of all the STDs she got just from breathing the same air as they did.
Bleh.
Just as she slipped out of the tub, she had an alarming knock on her door.
She had enough time to throw on a clean dress, as her normal clothes weren't in reach or very clean for that matter.
Shino all but barged through the door, nearly baulking at her attire.
He rushed in, and closed the door behind him, stiffening from just looking at her it seemed.
"What's wrong?" she asked folding her arms in front of her with worry.
He seemed to look down at her chest and stare for only a second before remembering himself.
"They are following me." He spoke, looking suddenly interested in the wall. He had his glasses back on, and no katana.
"Did they find out?" she asked going into his line of vision. He shut his eyes, almost unwilling to speak or look at her. Like the inevitable had just happened despite their best efforts.
Damn it all if they did. Or maybe they thought they did.
"Do they know, Shino?" she demanded.
"They will shortly, they think I am here to…" he seemed to have lost his breath to continue with the rest of his sentence.
Her eyes bulged. Ohhhh, right.
Shit.
"How far are they away?" she asked, peering out the blinds as casually as possible.
"They will be here in a few minutes," he offered. "My father shouldn't have put you up to this."
"Your father was the one who asked for me by name?" She reeled. But why?
"He was under the impression that you wouldn't mind my bugs…" another sentence trailing off and not looking her in the eyes.
"What about your bugs? Shino, you do realize they think I have a bug phobia, right? So any kind of contact with you would mean I would freak out if one of your bugs touched me. That is what they think. Do you understand what I am saying? Why I gave you the key." He let out a breath of air neither of them realized he was holding.
"These men know a lot about my clan, not just their abilities." He swallowed after a short pause, as if what he was about to say was either incredibly important or excruciatingly embarrassing. "When an Aburame get…excited…they loose some control of their kakkai."
Tenten stood perfectly still. Ok, so it was the painfully embarrassing thing. She could work with that.
She rushed up to Shino and began to unbutton his already half-buttoned shirt.
He took a step back as if burned by her touch.
"What are you doing?"
"Saving your life," she said as she tried to touch him again. He backed up onto the edge of the bed and fell into a sitting position away from her, looking her over as if simple contact with her would result in something catastrophic.
"You'd rather die than make out with me. I'd say that I was insulted, but that would be an overwhelming understatement. Not to mention completely embarrassing on my part. Damn, Shino, I thought we had a connection." She fell defeatedly on the edge of the bed next to him. It wasn't the kind of confession she would ever make to a boy, but seen as how he was about to die at the hands of a mob because he had found her so detestable, she had a hard time caring about what she looked like right now in his eyes. She really thought he liked her. Wow, had she been wrong.
She was busy thinking about weather or not those idiots making a ruckus in the lobby were going to gut him here, or back at their hideout when he interrupted her thoughts on getting blood out of the carpet with a sober: "That would be the problem. I don't want you to be kissing me just to save my life."
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When the men barged through the door, Shino and Tenten didn't have to pretend to be upset that they were so rudely interrupted, though it took a while to notice that someone else was in the room with them. With the lights down low, they couldn't see his destruction bugs roam as freely over her body as much as his hands. One of the men cleared his throat, and they still ignored them.
"Boss needs to see you," he stated as Shino dived in for another drudging kiss. He was hovering above her on the bed, straddling her as he nipped at her bottom lip hungrily. She let out a soft moan as he made his way towards her neck, teeth teasing her tender flesh so much she arched underneath him.
The man in the door way cleared his throat louder, and took a step forward with his arms superimposed over his chest.
Shino snapped angrily at the man, only raising his head from his task as to not shout loudly in her ear. She busied herself with attacking his neck in return, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head before he closed his eyes and growled at him, "Can't you see that I am busy? Leave."
Undeterred, the man took another step inside, "Boss says the shipment needs to be sent tonight. We will give you a minute to compose yourself. We will be outside. Don't keep us waiting." The door clicked behind him, leaving the couple alone once more.
He reluctantly got off of her, after helping himself to another fistful of hair and a brush of her lips against his.
"Do you think they bought it?" she whispered to him letting her hands run over the contours of his back.
He shrugged and smiled, "If they didn't, at least I will die a happy man."
