How do I break this to him gently?
I don't take it up the butt. My cunt works just fine. Why the hell was this a fucking cultural phenomenon. What the fuck is wrong with the old fashion way of having sex? And who in their right mind would want to stick it in there anyway? Naruto obviously. Probably just got bored of shoving his monster dick down poor Hinata's tired cunt. Lord, she's marrying into that nine-inch dick and she's taken it both ways so, maybe…
No.
"What's the verdict?" Sai asks casually, chewing around a sesame seed bun loaded with jalapenos, beef and cheese. "If the look on your face is any indication, I'd say something struck a nerve. So, let me have it."
Sai procures a napkin from its dispenser on the edge of the table and rubs it across both the corners of his lips. He repeats the same method on his hands and brushes a few sesame seed droppings from his grey V-neck. Ino watches, still unable to come to terms that she lucked out with a hottie. A freaky ass hottie, with a restriction on kisses.
That's just plain fucking bizarre and she was certain he would regret it, after having seen her lips up close. What fucking idiot wouldn't want to taste her lips and feel her tongue on theirs. Kissing isn't always essential but it's pretty damn persuasive and she's pretty damn good at it.
What the fuck is with this guy?
"You can ask me whatever you want. I'd rather we get it all out in the open, all cards on the table to avoid any future issues." Sai adds, and Ino notices that he's done with his thorough sweep of cleaning up.
A sort of antibacterial smell stimulates her senses. Sai shakes a glob of hand sanitizer out of a mini bottle into his palm, and after he tucks the miniature bottle into his pocket, he rigorously works the disinfected goop into his fingers. The smell permeates the air between them and Ino pushes the paper towards him.
"You asked for it," she susurrates and pokes at the first thing that bothers her, "An STD test?"
She tries to whisper it but the spurt of emotion boiling in her chest makes it difficult to address things impartially.
"Well if I'm getting my blood sucked by needles, are you undergoing this torture too?"
Sai makes a kind of noise, as if to berate Ino's petty concerns. He scrubs at his scruff, with a seemingly aloofness to his face and shrugs a languid shoulder.
"We can do it together; my clinic takes walk-ins Tuesdays and Thursdays. Although I just underwent a monthly inspection, I don't want you to get the idea that I'm with the shits. I want to be absolved of any doubts you may have about my state of health. That's fair, I'll set a date for us both but for now—should we engage in anything sexual we'll utilize the proper protection."
"I agree." Ino comments breathily.
See, if she had been submissive, she would be the only person suffering in this equation. Now they'd both be, 'fairly' losing blood, to fuck safely.
She has never gone through this process with any man in her life, it never even crossed her mind to check the official way. And although she had taken a thousand hygienic and sex courses that caution determining genital safeness through sight alone, she's always made it a rule to examine things before she put them in her mouth or anywhere else on her body.
"Are you on any contraceptives?" Sai flat out asks, like this is the most mundane conversation on Earth . Had it been any other woman but Ino, the answer may have been an outrage of emotion.
"Uh Yeah, how nice of you to fucking ask..."
"The extra armor helps. Anything else-about the contract?" Sai inquires in a low husk, roving his tongue around in his mouth, Ino could see a lump raise and crawl along his cheek. His dark eyes flicker to her face at the same time she looks up at him and for a moment too long neither of them look away. Ino's collar swelters, despite the draft of McDonalds as more customers shuffle noisily through the lobby doors.
Her stomach is a wreck of rollercoaster nausea and she swallows them down quickly. She leans into the table, consciously moving like the dancer she's never been. Seduction is all about being aware and she's aware that her body—her neck was appealing and that Sai still hadn't taken his eyes off her.
He may have been a catch but so is she. She knows it and it's not just because people; men and women alike complimented her on it. She's more than her body has to offer and her mind could be just as deadly as her strut. She's not going to go all out and say she's brains and beauty but she's a woman of many talents and she'd never downplay that.
"The schedule…" she trails off with a brow cocked, "Is fucking ridiculous…I have a fucking life too and things that I like to do other than be fucked from dawn to dusk. I know you think I'm some sort of prostitute bu—"
"Have never said that." Sai interjects, leveling a look of seriousness with her,"and if I were just simply looking to fuck some whore, I know where to find that particular brand of meat. That isn't why I chose you and the schedule set on the contract only serves as a general idea—a sort of placement. This piece of paper isn't notarized, it's only an overview—to inform you—us."
Ino swallows and breaks yet another stare, she hadn't been aware that she was engaged in. She blinks profusely and tilts her head at Sai, her hair cascades around her left shoulder.
"What do you have against prostitutes?"
Sai grins, "Nothing. Everyone has to hustle at some point, that's life."
"So why ROOT? Why not just take the cheaper route, pretty sure the dirty girls on Miewa street wouldn't complain about a contract to do any of this shit. They'd probably want to marry an asshole like you."
Sai only slouches in his chair and stares at Ino for a long moment. Ino doesn't back down although her insides jitter. She rolls her eyes at him and he smirks, baring those perfect teeth.
"Why do you wear so much make up?" Sai parries, making a gesture at his own face, never shying away from Ino's laser stare.
If someone could die from a question, she would have been slumped over and gutted. Why do you wear so much make up? Because I want to you fucking dickhole. Asking such questions were fighting words in Ino's book.
"The fuck are you getting at?" She spat, scowling and failing to stifle her impulse to retaliate with some sort of insult. Where? How could she fucking insult this jackass?
Her lips twist in a sour grimace and she shifts in her seat, folding her arm over her chest and raising a brow.
Sai has the fucking nerve to look repentant and he's scratching at his sexily messy mane. Ino's chest feels tight, pent up because she's biting her tongue. There's only so much she could swallow before she behaved irrationally.
"Hey," he says softly, like he's just now realizing saying that shit out loud isn't tactful, "Shit, is that rude? No offense, I know a lot of chicks dig the whole cosmetics thing," he indicates Ino with a careless wave of his tattooed fingers, "It's interesting, it just seems like some sort of trap to me. You probably don't need it."
Ino nearly breaks character and flies off the handle immediately. Is she really going to take this shit for some money? It's like he isn't even conscious of what he's saying.
She grips the edge of the table and tries to chide her inner demons from summoning themselves to the front line and destroying Sai's idea of her, 'perfectly crafted', online persona. She bites her lip and manages to muster the strength to perform a tight-lipped grin that probably looks borderline insane.
Her head is pulsating with uneasiness and her stomach flops repeatedly, like a dryer tumbling a heavy load.
"Mhm." She comments, apprehending her phone and busying herself with the distraction of checking her battery life, "Well, I'm sorry that the make-up I choose to put on my face is such a fucking inconvenience to you. Didn't know you'd be so nitpicky, especially as a person registered to a website to buy pussy."
The nerves in her body were jumping off the charts and the tension was thicker than the phlegm trapped in her throat. Several moments ticked past before Sai replies.
"My apologies if I'm coming off that way. I didn't mean to be blunt about the make-up. I've nothing against it. I only mean to say, you needn't wear it around me…Ino. I'm sure your natural beauty is astounding and I'd like to see it, see you without the makeup—whenever. Don't feel pressed to wear it."
"I didn't wear it for you to begin with asshole," Ino rolls her eyes, "Are you trying to—like, wind me up? It's working."
She can hear Sai laughing, the sound sending trickles of something good down Ino's spine. "No, I don't get off on unnecessary conflict. Hey on Insta, do you sell those Sugarbear hair pills too?"
"You know what, you seem dead set on getting under my fucking skin Mr. Grimlin."
"Maybe you just want to be mad at me, I told you already, you remind me a cat. Cats trap themselves in trees and since I've texted you, all you've been doing is telling me you want to punch me in the genitals and fight me. Calling me Grimlin—which I'm sure, isn't some adorable pet name any man desires to be assigned to. Seems to me, conflict is like foreplay to you."
Does this man have no filter? Well, he isn't wrong.
Ino huffs a breath and combs her nails down the length of her blonde hair. She stares up at the ceiling and licks her matte lips in silent meditation. She doesn't want to blow this deal, not even to stick it to this asshole. She's already made her bed, and done irreversible things. Telling Noriko that she moved out pretty much condemned her and in doing so, she can't just swallow her pride and be there when Noriko comes home. Although she regrets that she won't be able to see her over the top reaction, when she tries to walk into Ino's room and finds out that it's locked and she can't get in.
"The time is getting away from us, we should finish the contract—if you're still up for it."
Sai leans into the table with both his hands poking through the unkempt mess of his hair. Wisps of errant hairs slant over his eyes and they gravitate to Ino and she can't deny the jolt of awareness in her chest. She sits up straight and leans against the table, she crosses her thighs and her toes brush his jeaned leg under the table.
A delicious tingle touches her spine and she swallows tightly, prodding the next issue with her fingers.
"No kissing? Are you afraid that I have the fuckin' cooties on my lips?" Ino asks, not bothering to veil the ridiculousness of the rule.
Sai hesitates to reply for a moment, his mouth opens like he'd reply but then immediately snap shut. His jaw goes hard and his eyes sweep along the table.
Ino doesn't know why she does it. Maybe it's because she's a tease at her very core, and she likes to intimidate men with her forwardness. It's one of her strengths to unregretfully plunge herself into something that she may have otherwise chickened out on.
This thing with Sai is probably the craziest stunt she has ever pulled before and although Sai seems reasonable, mature and mouth wateringly sexy. Ino still has her reservations about what he's really like, away from this public place. What could happen between them? What would happen between them?
She needed a reaction, something that makes her feel a little more at ease with this reckless decision.
"I have a way of thinking that may not be ideal to most people. Kissing is—too intimate, especially for what we're getting into. I just, don't want you to get a false sense of-I don't know. I just know some things mean more to women than they do to men. It's difficult to word."
She inches her toes forward until they're up against Sai's shin, the jeans are rough under the pads of her feet. She peeks up and the look on his faces sends shock-waves of pleasure running rampant through her entire body. He looks mesmerized and something else that Ino doesn't have the patience to try and decode.
"Seriously? That's the hold up, you think that I'm going to get my feelings hurt? I'm not sure it's that deep. It's just a fucking kiss, I've kissed plenty of guys I didn't give a shit about. It's not like you're less of a pervert for not kissing."
Her toes inch sideways until they're tracing his inner leg and Sai breathes slowly through his nose.
He fidgits with his fingers before finally replying vocally and physically.
"Do you want to kiss me? I could make an exception...if that's what bothers you. Do you know, what's bothering me?"
He reaches down, traps her ankle with one steely hand and instead of dropping her foot, he places it in his lap—directly over the bulge that Ino noticed earlier. Only, this time, it feels bigger than it previously looked. Straining against his zipper.
Words want to form but all she can hear is the clicking and hissing of her brain shutting down.