10:57 AM. People in Konoha were already alive and bustling. With the mild spring weather, the air felt crisp; however, it would later transform into a magnificent day.
Kiba inhaled strongly, leaning nonchalantly against the closed flower shop. Ino would be due in three minutes, and waves of restlessness washed over him. If she didn't show, he would be mortified. He had barely been able to sleep last night because his thoughts were rampant. What would the two of them even talk about? Kiba had never carried on a meaningful, worthwhile conversation with Ino, and he would be lying if he said he thought she was entirely capable.
He liked Ino, but if he couldn't hold an earnest conversation with her.. Overthinking again. But so what? He had not flirted with this girl to impress or inspire her with his brilliance. They knew each other before now. But it would be dishonest of him to declare that a part of him didn't want to get to know Ino Yamanaka better.
Digging his shoe into the ground hoping to relieve tensity, he snorted in annoyance. He was Kiba goddamn Inuzuka, and he could play things off better than anyone. This was the same guy who could manipulate any rogue or intruder. And if there was something he was exceedingly knowledgeable about, it was the ladies. He had charisma, and striking good looks that went hand-in-hand. Kiba was extremely conscious of his spellbinding ability to charm women, and he knew how to make them swoon.
11:01. Kiba yawned right before he detected a flash of blonde near him. "Right on time."
The kunoichi scoffed, eyeing him up and down like he had done yesterday. "I'm very punctual, as you'll see."
"I almost couldn't recognize you without that huge wolf companion of yours," Ino's face contorted. She was secretly glad he chose not to let him tag along. The dog got in the way, and he loved getting in her face.
He scratched behind his head, looking sheepish. "I just decided to let him stay home." Shrug. "He doesn't date too well."
Date? Ino had heard correctly, and she bit her tongue by accident. "So, how's that leg?" She had had good fortune asking guys about themselves. Everyone loved talking about themselves.
Kiba glanced down at his leg casually, "Like nothin' ever happened." He tried his best to make constant eye-contact with her. Her standard purple uniform, though, was just so.. engaging.
She looked up at him; he definitely had a couple inches on her, about Sai's height if she had to compare. His dark shade of brown, tousled hair somehow managed to look groomed. Bangs just the right length to showcase his shadeless eyes looked pretty cute on him too. But without a metal headband, he seemed to mesh with the crowd easily. The uncomformist aura stuck with him, though. His body language, dialect, even his gaze screamed that he was a rebellious type.
Ino reached for his upper arm, hoping that any edges would go over smoothly and there wouldn't be awkward moments. "That's good."
"I would have gotten you a rose, maybe," Kiba said as something that felt like a thrill pumped through his veins. He remembered why he was drawn to Ino then. She was not afraid to make the first move, and she seemed clear about whatever she wanted. Another thing was that she was unbelievably sexy, and he couldn't help but steal glimpses in her direction when he could. "But the best flower shop in Konoha was closed."
Flattery could get you almost anywhere, and Ino squeezed his arm. "That's too bad, so.." She subtly rested her hand on his black sleeve. "Where are we headed?"
The Inuzuka smiled at her charmingly, getting a successful, gentle hold on her hand. Her skin was softer than expected, and light as a feather. "Anywhere you want, but only because you look extraordinarily gorgeous today."
Ino hid her face from view, fanning herself with her free hand. "I'm not picky, so surprise me." That was a lie, but it didn't matter. She sneered a bit as she felt his rugged, chafed hand grasp hers. His tan skin made her hand appear shades paler than usual, and she avoided looking his way.
Kiba decided not to take her anywhere public. Heaven forbid if one of their friends saw, because it would cause a spark of controversy and he didn't feel like explaining himself. He didn't care if Ino felt the same way or not, because it was indisputable. That being said, he certainly didn't disapprove of being seen with Ino. She was insanely hot, and they probably looked sensational together.
The blonde noticed the direction they were headed, and she didn't question the rows of trees that began to surround them. She had played in the woods often when she was a child.
"Race 'ya!"
"Hey!" Ino frowned at the abruptness, blinking several times as Kiba zoomed ahead of her. What the fuck? Something clicked in her mind just as abruptly, and she was six years old again, chasing after her friends. Her toned, slender legs aided her wonderfully, and she caught up to him within seconds. She was way more graceful than she used to be, and she inched ahead of him. He was right behind her, stretching his arm in order to grab her.
"I'm way faster than you, Inuzuka!" Countless hours of agility training with Tenten was seeming to pay off. Kiba was speedy, though, and she was growing weak from the sprinting and playful insults they threw at each other.
It was energizing how he would be dangerously close to catching her, then he would reach out and miss by a few centimeters. Ino dissolved into laughter every time, and her ribcage felt like it could explode any second. But it was fun. She could only think of running, dodging trees, and finally.. Her footing became nonexistent and blurs of green and brown shot past her.
Kiba toppled over her, rapidly moving forward and somehow going in slow motion at the same time. It felt like they stopped after several minutes, and it was safe to say Ino was fine because she was still laughing tirelessly.
"What happened!?" He asked with a grin, sitting up and tugging her arm. She had leaves in her hair, and her laughter finally died down.
"I tripped," She stated bluntly, giggling afterward. "I won, so it's not like it matters."
His leg throbbed dully, but he ignored it and drew her closer to him. "We can say you won if you gimme a kiss."
Ino beamed at his candid ways and picked a couple of leaves out of his disheveled hair. "Cheek only."
"Fine," Kiba agreed and leaned in, a warm pair of lips gracing his jawline.
They both paused, fixated on one another. Voices were lost, but there was a look of shock mirrored in both of their eyes. As if they hadn't expected close contact to be so exhilarating. It wasn't awkward, actually somewhat blissful. Realization rendered them speechless.
Ino impulsively pressed her mouth against his, basically knocking him over in the process.
He didn't seem to mind, though. The Inuzuka placed one hand behind her neck while the other lingered over her lower back, his fingertips brushing her heated, exposed skin when she would deepen the kiss.
The blonde rested her right hand on his cheek, her free hand wandering through his wiry hair.
If he was tempting before, she absolutely had to have him now.
This was so better than a kiss on the cheek, Kiba mused as he felt her fingertips caress his face. His thoughts were only half rational, but it felt semi-strange making out with a girl he had known since childhood. But they weren't bratty little preteens anymore. They were both mature and more sophisticated. Ino had always been comely, but aging a few years had made her even more alluring. And he was obviously a little more than alluring himself.
That was why he was only slightly astonished when he felt a yank on his jacket. She wanted him to strip? Was this fast? He thought foggily. However, Kiba wasn't overly modest, and he pulled his jacket and undershirt off like it had just went up in flames.
The Yamanaka let up some, her lips trembling and lungs twisting. Air. She was in such a haze. Pulling away suddenly, Kiba sat up as well, breathing heavily. The same sight of his shirtless body still taunting her from the other day. God he's hot, Ino wiped her mouth with the back of her fingers. Even more so when he looked at her like that.
"Ready for round two?" Ino said challengingly, scooting closer.
Kiba caught his breath, smirked, and wiped his forehead. "You sure, doll?"
She had to tear her stare from him to come back to reality. That meaningless question triggered something in her.
Part of her felt uneasy. Why was she doing this? Ino Yamanaka wasn't loose. She was hard to please and hard to get. Out of the few guys she had dated, one or two had gotten a kiss on the cheek. One on the lips, and she hadn't asked for it. She couldn't count the number of times she had jerked her hand away from guys who attempted to hold it. Why was it so effortless with him? She couldn't name three things she liked about Kiba Inuzuka.
She felt embarrassed then, hoping expression wasn't readable. Her skin still tingled, and she wondered what Kiba was thinking as he watched her curiously.
"What's wrong?" His nose crinkled adorably, "was I that good?"
The blonde choked back a laugh, glancing at his shirt that was a few feet away. "We don't know each other well enough to be doing this." It came out straightforward, and he leaned back on his hands.
It didn't offend him, but it was a vague, pestering statement. "We know each other well enough," He didn't side with his words completely. "C'mon, Ino. We finally found something in common with each other."
He had a point. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, her fingers moving to pluck the grass. "I guess we do have forever to get to know each other better," Ino's words didn't even sound genuine to her own ears. Because he was right. They had opportunities before now to get to know each other better.
"No strings attached," Kiba continued, "we don't have to keep anything secret, but I think you're beautiful and that we should make out more often."
The idea was perfect. "You're not so bad yourself," She felt less sinful after that, because his words were just as impeccable as his features.
"I know you're just dying to be able to kiss me whenever you want," He scratched his chest, winking at her. "We don't have prove anything to anyone."
Those words struck a chord with her, and she returned his smirk. Seductively running her fingers through her long hair, she tilted her head at him. "Just maybe."
Kiba gave her an expectant look, raising an eyebrow as he surveyed her gradual movements.
"What are you waiting on, hotshot?"
With that, round two was under way and intensifying by the second. He pulled her onto him, focusing on taming her lips. She was passionate, craving nonstop control almost as bad as he did.
Ino's mind conjured misty thoughts once more as she kicked off her sandals with some struggle. His body was so warm and his lips were just like sweet honey. He didn't smell like a dog like she would have assumed. In fact, she could sense a tint of cologne every now and then.
Kiba intertwined their fingers and she grasped his hand like a lifeline. She felt his muscles flex under her and she looked right in his eyes when she finally needed a breath. His dark eyes were reassuring, honest. There was a glimmer of fondness she absolutely loved. Like she was unquestionably adored.
Their noses skimmed as she claimed his lips again, clenching his hand and stroking his neck with her right thumb. Ino didn't care that she wasn't on some high-scale romantic date, because this was the surge of excitement she yearned for. A buzz she'd never had before.
Kiba Inuzuka was a suitable fit to her superior standards.
A/N: Hormones. 'Nuff said. Thanks for the reviews (=
