Author's Notes:
- Yep, I'm back after receiving many reviews. Thanks to PinkHyacinth and Uchiha Hakura64 for kicking my butt back in gear!
- Once more, I own not the characters, just the smutty plot.
- There's a quote that I had Kiba say that I got from a picture last year. I plan to use it a few more times… -thinks deviously-
You stared at the bottle for a moment with an expression of utter boredom before simply flicking the bottle; a resonating ping filled the room for a moment as the bottle lurched ever so slowly into motion. However, it only spun for half a rotation before halting -- the opened top pointing to Kiba. Your heart suddenly stopped. Over the past year you'd to his training grounds just to watch him, or 'accidentally' drop something nearby him while in town in a bid for his attention. Now, the thought of being in a dark closet with him sent a blush to your cheeks.
You watched as he played with his small dog companion in his lap, rubbing at his stomach enticing him to bite at him -- one of their puppy games. A child-like smile was plastered to his face from ear-to-ear, showing off his fang-like teeth and sending a chill down your spine at the thought of him sinking them into your neck. His smile quickly faded as Shino drove his elbow into the boy's ribs in a bid for his attention.
"What?" he said with an annoyed tone, head shooting up as he gazed at the circle of ninjas looking from you to him. Akamaru rolled over to sit upright in his lap.
"The bottle is pointing to you, Kiba," the raven-haired ninja motioned towards you across the circle as you nervously stared back.
"Oh. Come on, Akamaru." the dog crawled up his jacket to appear a few moments later; head popping out to rest under his master's chin. With an expression to match yours as you'd started the game, Kiba rose and walked into the closet.
He seemed utterly bored with the idea of being with you for the game, which was nothing short of a blow to your pride. Does he really not want to be here that badly? Your mind questioned as if you had the answers. A feeling of dread settled over your and began to tie your stomach in knots.
When you entered the closet you'd noticed Kiba leaning on the wall in the back, his jacket discarded by the door with Akamaru curled into a ball amidst the cloth. You pulled the door shut behind you and walked back to stand next to him. The festivities soon picked up where they'd left off as the two of you sat silently in the dark.
For the first two minutes, you didn't talk to one another but your gaze continually drifted over to him. Kiba had apparently decided against wearing anything beneath his jacket tonight. You became so focused on his well-sculpted torso that you didn't even notice he was staring back until your gaze wandered up to his face. Quickly, you looked away hoping he couldn't see your blush with the small beam of light from under the door.
"I know this isn't the first time that you've watched me," he said, finally breaking the silence that had filled the darkness that surrounded you and settled just as heavily. Kiba shifted over to stand before you, one hand pressed firmly against the wall on either side of your head and his arms outstretched. As his eyes scanned your face with an expression that could only be described as feral, you rummaged about inside you for the courage to retaliate.
"To have caught me staring means you must have been looking too," you said, internally kicking yourself afterwards for using such a challenging tone.
He leaned in to nuzzle softly against your collarbone. "That I was," his voice had become rather husky as he admitted this, "but I have a question for you…" He moved so that your bodies were a mere centimeter from one another.
"What?" You manage to stutter out as your body began to slowly relax from the feeling of his breath softly rolling over your neck as he began to nip at your earlobe and the heat that resonated in waves from his uncovered chest. His voice revealed that he was obviously aroused, his heavy breathing and the fact that he seemed to have trouble restraining himself from firmly pressing against you for more contact. At the moment, you couldn't care less and were ready to through caution to the wind to touch him and run your fingers down the hardened planes of his stomach.
"If I said you had I nice body, would you hold it against me?" he whispered, breath ghosting over your ear. With the tone he'd used you could just hear the smirk plastered to his lips.
"You don't even have to ask," you rushed out a reply, wrapping your arms over is shoulders and around his neck as you brushed your lips over his.
His reply was a low groan that came from deep in his throat as he latched wantonly to your hips, and dragged them against his. He nipped at your bottom lip in a demand for entrance that you obliged to without hesitation as his tongue found its way into your mouth; eagerly swiping about and exploring every inch of the cavern while brushing with your own tongue.
You suddenly felt yourself toppling forward with the shirtless ninja beneath you. Instinctually, you braced for an impact that he took for you, a thud echoing off of the walls that drew Akamaru's attention and you're sure the attention of a ninja or two from outside.
"You're fine. Relax," Kiba muttered between kisses as he shifted to crouch above you, exploring your mouth once more. Pulling away suddenly, his expression shifted to a feral snarl, looking to Akamaru who had started to wander over at the sight of you two entangled on the floor. "She's mine, Akamaru!" he growled out with a voice of anger and possessiveness that sent the pup back to his spot. Lost in his own excitement, he smashed his lips to yours again as he ripped your top down the front and brushed the halves away.
Your fun came to an abrupt stop as the door swung open and blinding light rushed over the two of you, a silhouette visible in the doorway. "Whoa!" the voice quickly revealed the identity of the silhouette, "Check out the lovers." Kankurou yelled over his shoulder at the sight of Kiba atop of you – both of you without tops.
"Akamaru, get my jacket!" Kiba's voice demanded of the pup as he lowered himself atop you in an act to cover you own half-nudity. The dog promptly drug the jacket over to Kiba, his face contorted into an angry glare that never left the doorway as several ninjas had gathered in curiosity of Kankurou's claims, some snickering at the sight.
"Wear this," he muttered, pressing his lips to yours for a final heated kiss as he pulled back and sat up, serving as a blinder for curious eyes while you adorned his jacket.
After: You walked out of the closet together, Kiba's arm wrapped about your waist, pulling you against him. The boy simply followed you about like a puppy for the rest of the night until he walked you home and ended up staying the night. If anything happened… Well, that's up to your imagination.
So, am I rusty? Reviews please and thanks!
Can you guess who the bottle will land on next? Here's a hint:
He has past ties with Sasori. That's all you're getting!