A/N: And...I'm back! Thanks to PSI Teleport and to my friend, Josh, who've both helped make my writing exceptional. Again, I thank you, the friendly reader, for hanging in with me thus far. I have a special treat for you. I'm guessing this chapter will make all my hardcore Kiba/Ino fans dance and cheer, and I'm sure the hits on this chapter will be off the charts. =) Enjoy.
Chapter 8: Exploration
Kiba waved with Ino to Sakura and Naruto as they left for home.
"I hope that ice cream did the trick," Ino murmured beside him. She called out when Sakura waved back. "See you later!"
Kiba snorted. "Probably not. But it was a nice try."
When Sakura and Naruto turned a corner, Ino stopped waving and hooked her elbow with his to walk with him.
Ino nudged him. "So. Dinner with your folks. Any special surprises in store for me?"
"Mom and Hana'll definitely interrogate you." He smirked. "But you can handle it."
They strolled, bantering easily back and forth. When they arrived at the Inuzuka compound, it sat strangely quiet- -no dogs barked, no mother or sister yelled. Akamaru met them at the front door.
He 'spoke' to Kiba. Your mom and sister are out on a mission. Dinner's up to you and…Ino? Does my nose deceive me?
Kiba rolled his eyes. "Ha-ha, very funny. Yeah, she's here. Say hi, Ino."
To her credit, Ino reached out a sure hand and stroked Akamaru's head. "Good boy."
Hm. Tell 'er she's a keeper. Akamaru licked Ino's hand; she giggled and scratched under his chin. Yep. Definitely a keeper.
"Sure." Yeah, right. "Have you eaten?"
Yeah. I'm gonna hang around the back. See ya later.
At least Akamaru respected his privacy. Kiba turned to Ino. "So what do you want for dinner? My folks are on a mission."
Ino shrugged. "I could probably whip something up, if you don't mind me poking around the kitchen."
"Go for it."
Together they entered the house and rummaged around the cabinets. Ino found some noodles and vegetables; she said she thought she could make a good meal out of those ingredients. He hung out with her in the kitchen, talking and helping and sneaking pieces of carrots, and when they ate, it was like she'd been a missing part of his family.
Afterwards, they cleaned up and he dried the dishes while Ino washed them. It was then Kiba caught a whiff of himself; it wasn't pleasant.
"I'm gonna take a quick shower," he said as Ino started putting the dishes away. "You okay by yerself?"
She smiled over her shoulder. "Yeah. I'll see you in a bit."
Kiba left the kitchen, itching to be with her, but he knew he stunk. Not only did he owe it to Ino to smell decent, but the shower would also relieve some soreness and the thumping headache that he'd ignored up to now.
Once inside the bathroom, Kiba stripped and cranked up the hot water. He brushed his teeth as he waited for the water to warm, and when he slid open the glass door, steam billowed out. Perfect. He sighed in relief under the scalding water.
He stood still, letting his muscles relax. If his mother had been there, she'd pound on the damn door hollering at him to hurry it up. But she wasn't there.
Reluctantly, Kiba shampooed his hair. He wondered what Ino was up to. Probably snooping around, if he knew her. Ever since they'd been kids, she'd been interested in other people's business.
Maybe he should thank her for taking an interest in his love life. Kiba thought about the irony of that as he lathered his wash cloth. Well, he really didn't have to say it. Hadn't he been thanking her with his mouth since this morning?
Hm. And she had had her hand down his pants. Too bad they'd been in public; he really wanted to know if she would've kept touching him.
A knock on the glass startled him. His heart wobbled around, and then froze when he saw a very womanly figure, though blurred, on the other side.
"May I invade your privacy?"- -Ino!
Oh. God.
With renewed vigor, his pulse hammered in his throat.
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "Yeah."
Shit, no! He meant to hesitate, to think it through. Dammit! And now his stomach flip-flopped with anxiety. Ino was going to see him naked. No one had seen him naked since back when he'd been a five year-old nudist without a care in the world.
Then it occurred to him. Ino had already seen him naked- -the night that bitch Yukari had drugged him up-
The door slid open.
Air. He couldn't get any air. His hand found the wall, pressed desperately. A pale, slender leg, followed by hips, butt and back blanketed with lo-ong blonde hair. Breathe. An arm had reached out to the wall, the shoulders and a head appeared. Breathe. And then she was in, sliding the door shut.
He forgot his nerves when she turned to face him, and she flicked her hair over her shoulder, like saying 'I'm naked. No big deal'.
Kiba gawked. He knew he gawked, but he couldn't get over the fact that a naked girl was in the shower with him and within reach.
BOOBS! his mind screamed, mentally pointing at Ino's bare chest. BOOBS!
"Uhhh…" Words. His mind had stalled over BOOBS! "…uhh…"
Ino sidled closer; he hardly noticed her smirk among her other parts as his eyes scanned up and down, trying to take everything in at once, but only really noticing her blue eyes. Her arms circled his neck, her mouth rubbed his, she nibbled his lip, then…bam…reaction.
A growl vibrated his throat as his hands glided over the curves of her hips, around and up her back; the space between them no longer existed. An ache permeated from under his belly. In a matter of a few seconds, he'd become fully aroused.
On impulse, he smacked her ass, the wet slap satisfying him when Ino gasped and pulled back. Her eyes narrowed- -he was in trouble now, he thought. She shifted, bumping into him; slick skin, a nip at his jaw, and wonderful, deep heat generated from his nuts to his stomach.
"Step back," she whispered, "and turn around."
As he did as she said, it occurred to him to make a joke, but the nerves had returned unexpectedly, and he didn't want to sound like an idiot. Behind him, Ino remained perfectly silent.
Kiba felt light-headed enough to think about cooling the water. He reached out to the sides of the shower to keep himself balanced-
-and jumped out of his skin when her arms wrapped around him. The sudden adrenaline rush pulsated in his erection.
Ino spoke right into his ear. "I like to finish what I start."
Her voice was low and utterly sexy. The sound plunged down his spine, and as he shivered from it, he felt Ino's slippery skin (breasts!) against his back. She had lathered up with soap. Kiba shivered again.
"Step back a little." When he hesitated, she patted him. "I don't want the soap washing off."
"Oh." What?
Kiba shuffled backwards, worrying that he'd step on Ino's feet, but she seemed to be anticipating his steps. They came to a standstill, Ino's arms repositioning so that one remained around his waist and the other hooked around his arm and shoulder.
Her hand caressed his neck- -and he groaned from that soft touch, realizing how sensitive the skin on his neck was. At the same time, Ino passed her hand under his navel, and he felt her fingers carding through hair. Kiba's muscles twitched reflexively.
"Geez, Kiba, relax some." A hint of admonishment there, said with humor.
"I'm- -" he swallowed, "I'm trying."
How could he when a naked girl slithered across him?
Regardless, Kiba forced the tense muscles in his shoulders to relax. He didn't drop his arms, figuring he'd need the extra support soon enough if she did what he thought she was going to do. Oh, God, he hoped she finished what she started.
"That's better," Ino said, lightly scratching his belly. He wanted to turn around and temper her with a kiss. "Lean into me."
No way. He was too heavy for her. "I don't think-"
"Trust me. I've supported Chouji before."
"Ino…"
"Lean."
Her tone left no room for argument. Kiba eased back some. Then more until all his weight was on his heels.
"Better. Now make sure you breathe."
"Wha-?"
The question went unfinished as Ino locked one sudsy hand around his hard-on and stroked from base to head. Instant, intense pleasure burned through him. The sound in Kiba's throat wasn't quite a groan and not quite a gasp.
Ino giggled- -"I think you liked that," and stroked him again.
Then again. And again.
She didn't grip him too hard, but he felt the bumps and wrinkles in her hand. Without meaning to, Kiba trembled, straining for climax, hissing through his teeth when she tightened her grip.
Ah, it felt so damn good. He heard himself growl as he spun towards release. How could she know how to do this so well? The question evaporated when he registered an increase in her stroking speed.
Kiba couldn't even think past the heightened arousal buzzing his system; he'd been on edge for so long. Too long.
Under a sudden spear of pleasure that lanced up his torso, his muscles flexed to board taut. Closer and closer he spiraled, a fevered pitch of feeling and need and wanting…
"C-c-coming," he gasped, "I'm…coming!"
The orgasm slammed him- -an insane contraction under his stomach, a whole-body arch. Heat lightning exploded like fireworks; shuddering, simple release. The high lasted, not nearly long enough, but enough so that the tense anticipation loosened.
He didn't move. To move would require effort. He had none. Didn't want to move. A random thought went to wherever his jizz landed, but he couldn't care less.
Ino jockeyed him around and sat him on the small bench at the back of the shower. Energy drained, Kiba rested a shoulder and head against the wall. He felt like oozing to the shower floor.
Ino kissed his forehead, his mouth. "Better?"
He couldn't even nod his head. "Hm-hm."
"Good. Rest here- -I'm doing my hair."
From under heavy eyelids, Kiba watched Ino bathe. Now that sex was off his mind (sort of), he could admire her objectively. After her stint in the hospital, he'd thought she'd looked like an angel. Here in the shower, she could pass as some ethereal creature from the ocean depths.
In profile, her breasts were sizable and perky…the pink nipples acting like the cherry on a sundae. He liked the toned look of her back when she let the water stream through her hair, down, down, over her hips and thighs.
When she turned, the junction between her legs invaded his line of sight. He studied the triangle of blonde under her navel. What would she taste like there? The nudge at the back of his head to touch her with fingers and mouth, to explore that region, stirred him.
But first, he had to gather the strength to move. He had to stall her, slow her down so that she didn't get out before he was ready.
Kiba spoke with mocking suspicion. "So you seem pretty comfortable prancing around naked."
Ino paused; her mouth twitched. "I've had plenty of practice."
"Putting on shows for Nara and Akimichi?"
She struck a pose by cocking a hip and propping a hand on it. "Jealous?"
Outrageously. "You bet yer ass."
"I don't know if I should," she said, partially turning and bending to show him. "You want a piece of this too much."
It was the perfect set-up. He slapped her butt again.
"Ouch! That hurt, you jerk!"
A red handprint formed on the pale skin. Like a calling card.
Hunger panged through him; hunger for Ino's taste. Irresistible. That raw need worked to recover his energy more quickly than he had thought. He stood when she fully turned from him to rinse out her hair.
Closing in on her, he kept his voice low. "Yer right, I do want a piece of that."
She whipped around, shuffling backwards when she noticed his proximity. He liked her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted. She was his prey, but more than that, he wanted to give to her what she'd given to him. To show her he thought about her in the same way she thought about him.
Playfully rough, Kiba jerked her closer to plant a hard kiss on her mouth.
She made a sound, a whimper or moan, as she submitted to him. Her submission stoked that feral instinct, but this time, Kiba was able to control it enough to test the boundaries without overstepping them. He wrapped up her hair with his hand and tugged her head back to expose her neck.
Ino gasped. He feasted on her white throat, licking under her jaw to her pulse point, as he pressed her against the shower wall. His hand dove to her thighs and when she kept her legs tight together, he used a combination of his knee and teeth on her neck to spread them apart.
Curious, and wanting to please her, he touched the side of his finger to her. Her hips bucked, and she cried out. Hot slickness greeted the touch.
He didn't feel soap; he'd felt her. Some part of him had known that females showed their arousal differently, but still curious, he rotated his hand and rubbed a finger tip along that moist crevice.
Ino squirmed, cried out again. Her hands flew to his shoulders when he discovered a dip and slipped a finger inside her without resistance. Another buck, another cry. He added second finger, pushing them in further and drawing them out. Ino responded so violently- -muscles inside her clamping around his fingers- -that he hesitated.
Eyes pleading, Ino leaned to kiss him, whispering, "Do it again," as her fingers tangled in his hair.
A perverse, dark side wanted to torture her more, wanted her to cry and beg, but he had an infuriating taste for her he needed to meet. The time was now, so he didn't stop to question. He bumped her to the bench, sat her down.
Ino struggled weakly. "Why did you stop?"
He dropped to his knees, finding purchase on the wet floor tricky, but stable. Her legs snapped closed, apparently because she realized he could see everything from where he was.
Kiba shot her a dirty look as he ran his hands outside her thighs. "Relax some."
"Why? What're you doing?"
Oh, she didn't know. Even better. "Just relax for me."
He jammed his hands between her knees and pried her legs apart, but she didn't give much resistance. The hunger hurried him; a quick look at where he would land his mouth on the tempting pink folds. He licked his lips.
To his dismay she covered herself up with her hands. "You don't have to do that."
She'd caught on. He decided a little force was necessary.
"Move yer hands or I bite you."
Her hands didn't move. She didn't believe him? Quick as lightning he ducked his head and bit one wrist and then the other. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to show her he meant business.
She gasped and when the hands flinched back, they left her wide open. Kiba didn't think about it; he attacked her with his tongue. Several things happened at once.
Her hips bucked, which he had expected, and she groaned, which he had also expected. But he hadn't expected her legs to open further, giving him better access. And when her head banged against the shower wall, it just served to amuse him.
He slid his tongue all along where he had touched, using his whole tongue to taste her. The taste wasn't bad; different, maybe, but completely Ino and completely intoxicating.
More than the taste, he could smell her and her thick arousal so clearly, he felt filled by her. His own body responded, although not aggressively, heat warming his groin. As he lapped at her with long, careful strokes, he had never considered making a girl groan and arch would be like pleasing himself.
There was a spot he found (a little by accident) that made Ino grunt and twitch off the bench. After Kiba settled her back again, he tucked his arms under her thighs to hold her in place. Then he rolled his tongue over the spot, back and forth, back and forth. Her whole body strained; she shrieked.
Hips lifted, legs trembled as her arms flailed out, hands searching for purchase. There was the taste of her again, stronger, and Ino shrieked a second time. She shuddered and gasped, falling limp.
Orgasm achieved.
Kiba was well pleased with his performance.
He sat back, and watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she panted. Kiba wanted to squeeze one, but didn't want to mess with her yet. His secret happiness with himself must have shown on his face because after a minute, Ino reached down and pinched his lips.
"Wipe that damn smirk off your mouth."
He spoke as he pulled himself up. "Can't I be proud of myself?"
She didn't respond until he'd helped her stand.
"I suppose," Ino said, and then rubbed his head. "Good boy."
When he felt his smirk spread to a grin, Kiba did nothing to stop it. She laughed at his smile, and when he did squeeze a tit, she laughed harder, dodging into the shower stream. Naturally, he chased after her and boxed her in, zeroing in on her lips.
She pushed at him. "Don't get close, I'm burning up."
"Rawr." He mock-clawed her. "Yer sizzling. But I know a way to cool you off."
"Hm. Not likely. I'm too-"
Right in the middle of her sentence, the water went from hot to bitter cold. Kiba jumped away, into Ino, the wall and door. The ice water pelted him as he braved it to slap the knob to the showerhead.
They laughed like lunatics for about five minutes before Kiba opened the shower door and had to run through the damn house naked trying to find clean towels for the both of them.
His mother, of course, had decided to grab the ones out of his bathroom before she left and had forgotten the washcloth. He hadn't noticed when he'd gotten into the bathroom in the first place.
Ino smiled as he handed her a towel. "Now who's the one putting on shows?"
Kiba snorted. "Yeah, whatever. I should've made you get yer own."
They dried off together, and Kiba threw on his sleeping shirt and boxers. When he turned, Ino had already put on her underwear. The panties were cute boy-shorts, and those and the bra were satiny black lace. Alarm quelled any enjoyment he might have gotten from the knowledge.
There was no reason for the panic he suddenly felt; who'd pushed the button? "What're you doing?"
She didn't even look at him as she reached for the pool of clothes near her feet. "I'm putting my clothes on. It's already pretty late…I gotta get home."
'No, no! Don't leave me! Please stay! Please!' he wanted to beg her. He'd get on his hands and knees and hold her in place. Think, think!, as Ino fiddled with her shorts.
"You don't have to go home." His comment got her looking at him. "Spend the night with me."
A/N: Whew. Lotta energy expenditure up there.
