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MISC: Well, since you guys all seemed to like Honey Trap so much and since a few reviews I've had have wondered about what might happen next, I used MyUsedRomance's wonderful kiriban prompts to take it to the next level. It fit so well, AND you guys get another lemon. Fate, ne?
KIRIBAN: The next kiriban is at 100 reviews. Whoever gets the kiriban will receive a PM from myself letting them know they've got it, and they can pick the prompt for the next oneshot. I will warn kiriban-ers first though - I have two oneshots to be posted after this one (the serial killer one, and a drabble for Eight-Days-A-Week) so if they appear before the kiriban, don't be too surprised - I've been owing these for a little while. Other than that, expect it asap!
TITLE: Honey Glazed
PAIRINGS: ShinoTen
RATING: M
GENRE: Romance/Erotica/Slight humour
Meet him in the training grounds, eh? She'd do better than that.
Konoha had several training grounds, and one of the most commonly used ones was a rich forest – not the forest from the Chuunin exams, thank god. This forest was the preferred training grounds of ninja who excelled in stealth. You would rarely catch Naruto training in this forest, and even if he tried, the whole bright orange thing wouldn't help his cause anyway.
Tenten slipped silently through the trees, her eyes narrowed in concentration and her attention honed in on the chakra signature pulsing from roughly forty feet northeast of her position.
Crouching on a tree branch, she took a moment to check her situation and make sure that he hadn't moved. Her jaw was tensed with determination, her whole body so wired that she was proud of her self-control so far.
She was planning on getting that honey.
Maybe it shouldn't have been that important to her – she didn't like rising to challenges and baiting so easily. And those who'd taken the time to notice it knew that Aburame Shino could be a master manipulator when the mood struck.
Here she was, wandering straight into his plans.
Or not. As far as Tenten was concerned, this was the perfect opportunity to prove to him that she was no pushover and that she could take control. She preferred to ignore the fact that staying at home and declining his challenge would have been a better way to prove this.
Truthfully? It had been good. Tenten leant against the tree trunk, feeling a little flushed from the memory of it. It had been really good. And it was a little hard to forget, especially with his performance in front of her friends earlier. She didn't know whether to slap him or beg him for more, frankly, and that pissed her off more than anything else.
She wasn't a dog begging for attention.
And yet here she was. Of course, she wasn't going to let him dominate her like he had last night. She wasn't drunk anymore, and she was far too riled up with his over-confident arrogance that she wasn't nervous either.
Tenten crept forwards again. The heat was picking up as summer drew nearer, the leaves green and healthy. Mosquitos flitted around her for a taste of blood and she batted them away, irritated, as she continued her quiet and shielded approach.
She didn't know what she was expecting, as she got closer toShino's location. Maybe for him to cut off his chakra and suddenly disappear. For him to notice her and confront her. To loom up behind her and prove that her stealth and tracking skills left a lot to be desired.
Part of her – a tiny part – was also a little worried about rejection.
What she didn't expect, though, was arriving at the small clearing and find Shino standing completely still, looking contemplative and patient, his hands...clasped in front of him?
Well, that was a weird way to stand. Tenten cocked her head at him. He looked like an old shopkeep, enquiring how you would like your meat sliced. As she wandered further into the clearing, he didn't move his head, and with his goggles it was impossible to tell whether he was looking at her or not.
Then his head lifted.
"Tenten. Just in time."
Okay...what? Tenten stopped, a few feet in front of him, and gave him a weird look. Shino's tone was almost conversational – or at least, it was to her, since she'd been able to pick up on the various inflections of Aburame monotone during their little romp.
She put her hands on her hips, unable to decide whether or not his weird pose was deterring her hormones or not. She studied him. Nope, she still wanted him. Damn it.
What was it about him that was causing it? With those jackets on, it was impossible to see the compact body she'd been up close and personal with last night, so it wasn't like the sight of baggy material was getting her hot. And surely the memories of last night weren't still...stupid, of course they were.
But there was something about his stance (bizarrely clasped hands aside) that carried attitude, confidence. It was attractive on levels so few people managed to communicate on.
If only his hands were in his pockets like usual. This new pose was creeping her out.
"For what?" She asked, eyeballing his hands – not so much clasped, she saw, as cupped.
"Please open that specimen jar," he said, gesturing with his chin towards where he'd abandoned his pack by a small cluster of risen tree roots.
"Spec...ooooooh." So he had a bug in there? She unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Strange, how seeing Shino doing something like cupping his hands together was on par with seeing a member of Akatsuki running rampant without clothes on. Not that she'd seen that! She just...
Tenten sighed. She gave up on her addled brain and walked over to pick up the jar. It looked very official – a glass contraption with some greens in the bottom, and small holes for breathing. She took off the lid and held the jar out.
Shino dropped a brightly coloured insect inside, helping her secure the lid. His hand brushed hers and she nearly burnt up from the inside out.
Trying to distract herself, she stared at the bug inside the jar, and decided that it was one of the weirdest things she'd ever seen. It was a strange mix between butterfly, grass hopper and scorpion – it looked highly dangerous and highly beautiful, all at once.
"What...?" She squinted at it.
"The heat is bringing tropical insects in from other countries," Shino said, taking the jar from her and raising it to his face. "My father wishes to study some of them. This one is believed to have come from Yugakure."
Tenten blinked. "Yu...gakure? Hot Water? Are you serious?" Stupid question – and Shino emphasised that by raising a brow. "Well that's...very. I wonder what kind of guys that village produces?"
"It sounds rather like a tourist resort," Shino admitted. "And I believe it has not been a functioning shinobi village for some time. So it most likely is."
Tenten watched him place the jar in his backpack, staring at the way his jacket pulled tightly across his back when he crouched down. She'd been sure he would be training when she found him – had expected to see him sweating a little from exertion, maybe. Not that she'd wanted to see that or anything.
As Shino rose, she took in his height with more than a little satisfaction. He was getting to be quite tall – while it made him seem more imposing, to her it was simply another physical jackpot on her list. Unfortunately for her, nice eyes were at the top of her jackpot list, and this jerk still had yet to –
"Hey, wait!" She cried, suddenly noticing that Shino had picked up his backpack and begun to walk away. He stopped, his back to her, his hands in his pockets. "Where d'you think you're going? You said – "
"I remember what I said," Shino replied. "Why? Because I pay attention."
She glowered at him.
"I said that I would be happy to oblige you, if you wished to try and get the honey." He turned his head, his goggles glinting at her. "You have not tried at all, Tenten."
"What?" Tenten's eyes widened. "But – I was helping – "
"I would have found at least ten possible opportunities before I revealed myself to you," Shino said. "You have come here completely unprepared. What were you planning, I wonder?"
To rip you to pieces, she thought, deeply irritated.
"Perhaps we should take a 'rain check'," he continued. "You could attempt to try again when your mind is on the task."
Insufferable little –
Tenten glared at him. "Oh, my mind's on the task."
Before she'd spoken the first word, she darted forwards. In a manoeuvre she was really proud of herself for, she managed to dislodge Shino's backpack from his shoulders to prevent harm to the bug and knock him onto his back at the same time.
It was a pretty sweet move. Lee would be so proud of her. Sniff.
Tenten straddled Shino's waist, pressing her hands against his shoulders to keep him against the grass. She caught the slightly surprised look on his face, and mentally clapped herself on the back.
Shino relied, she knew, on facial expressions and body language just as much as he relied on his bugs. She'd given nothing away when she charged him, and a little chakra-enchanced speed had prevent him from using a replacement jutsu or a clone in that short amount of time.
"Tenten, this is foolish," Shino said. "If this is your attempt, you are hardly disadvantaging me. Why? I could break free from this easily."
"True," Tenten nodded, feeling a little victorious that he hadn't tried. His body felt brilliantly firm between her legs, his warmth making the summer heat almost unbearable. "But would you break free from this?"
She injected every little bit of her lust, of her longing, of her hormonal surges since she'd seen him that morning and ran her hands down his torso, tingling pheremone-laced chakra through his skin to his kikkai.
Shino sucked in a sharp breath. His hands grasped her waist and he tried to lift her up, but she steadfastly kept herself planted over him. As she shifted, she felt the reason for his discomfort pressing against her and grinned.
As she'd thought. This wasn't gonna be a big deal at all.
With careful fingers, Tenten began to trace the lines of his nose and cheekbones. He was beautiful, really – though he'd probably prefer handsome. Guys were funny like that.
His whole facial structure fit together perfectly – what she could see of it, anyway. And those lips seemed a little too sinful on a man.
She waited for him to break free of her touch – to suddenly turn into a log in a cloud of smoke. But nothing happened. It was then that she realised that this was the first time she'd been able to touch Shino without him controlling the circumstances – without him initiating it. This willing touch was probably something he had never felt to this extent before.
Maybe he hadn't even expected it.
Tenten looked at him, her touches stopping just below his goggles. After everything, it was hard to remember that this was the solitary and often shunned member of the Rookie 9. No matter what he showed to her, this was still the same Shino.
"Is it really such a big deal, letting me see your eyes?" She coaxed, stroking her fingertips over his smooth cheek. His breathing seemed a little more erratic, his eyebrows more furrowed than usual. "You look hot, Shino."
Apparently deciding to take the more innocent meaning, Shino swallowed. "I can regulate my body temperature." His voice gave nothing away, and it's smoothness both heated and irked the kunoichi.
"Then why don't you?" She smirked, and her fingers moved to the zip of his overjacket. "Let me help you." She began to move the zip down, relishing the crackling noise of it parting beneath her touch.
"That is not necess – " He began to reach up to stop her.
Tenten rocked her hips over him, and Shino stopped immediately – his hand instead falling to her hip. His facial expression never wavered, though she swore she saw an eyebrow twitch.
Tenten parted the jacket and opened it, looking with amusement at the black underjacket. "You sure like making life hard for a girl."
Shino raised an eyebrow. "Of course. Why? Because I am always prepared to be straddled by hormonal women." Sarcasm was something she had never heard from him before. Probably because she'd never looked for it. But there it was – right there, in the small inflection of his voice.
"If you ever left your jackets lowered a bit more, you'd need to be," she replied, unzipping the black one in a quick movement.
Shino didn't say anything, but she could feel the doubt radiating from him.
Did he honestly have no idea of the affect he had? If he didn't realise that, then how the hell had he managed to exude such confidence in the bedroom that he'd left her ready to resort to begging tricks if necessary?
Tenten looked down at his mesh shirt, which did nothing to hide the compact torso underneath. Noticing certain muscles bunching as though he was readying himself to move, she quickly teased him with another shot of chakra. He made a definite sound this time – a soft, barely audible grunt.
"And sarcasm isn't becoming, Shino," she teased.
"Neither is underhand fighting," he said, and – oh? Was that a hint of strain she heard in his voice?
"Ironnnnyyyyy," she snorted. Shino had the good grace to look agreeable – he was, after all, one of the most underhanded people she'd known. Oh, no one would know it to look at him but the man knew how to turn every situation in his advantage in any way he knew how.
Just look at her deflowering.
Tired of talking, Tenten leaned in to nip his collarbone, enjoying the racing of his pulse when she moved her lips to it. Shino's fingers tightened subtly against her hips, his throat moving with a slow swallow that made her grin.
His skin smelled heady – it smelled just like his bed, and that was making her even more turned on, damn it. Just thinking about that bed, and the interrogation, and the amount of times he'd taken her –
"Stop," Shino rasped, and she realised that she'd been sending her chakra to him again.
He shifted, pressing his hardness against her, his legs bending up at the knees until his thighs were pressing against her rear. Tenten pressed her lips against him, feeling suddenly worried that he might take flight.
He was unresponsive for a moment, letting her brush and nip over his lips before he responded in kind. His touch was firm – too firm for her liking, and Tenten pulled back. He could have control some other time. This was her time.
Gulping, she moved her hands to the ties of his pants and began to undo them. Her fingers fumbled – she'd never done anything like this before, hadn't had a chance to be this bold yet. The way Shino's lips parted as she undid his ties made her feel powerful – sexy.
"I don't...take very well..." Tenten lifted her hips off of him enough to grasp his pants and pull them partway down. "...to teasing."
"Clearly." Shino's breathing was audible when Tenten took him in hand, stroking him with inexperienced but firm motions.
She shifted up and shucked her own pants down, just enough to not restrain her when she straddled him. Her flush was burning on her cheeks, her nerves beginning to show through. Tenten quickly leant forwards to kiss him as she guided him inside, wincing at the new angle.
Tenten began to set a rhythm, watching as Shino gripped her thighs, his jaw tightening. It was clumsy, and it was slow – she knew that. But his cheeks were tinging pink now and his hands were gripping her hard enough to leave faint bruises.
He felt good – this felt good, to be the one calling the shots, the one driving the other mad.
She moaned, rocking over him, losing herself in him. With her eyes closed, all she could feel was his body, his hardness within her, his hands on her. She could smell him – the heat making that scent stronger the longer they were joined. He was everywhere.
"Tenten...?"
She cracked her eyes open – and gulped at the slight smirk on his lips.
"You are going very slow," he remarked, his voice breathy and deep. "How do you ever expect to reach nirvana in this manner?"
He flipped them, pushing Tenten's legs up towards her torso to keep himself inside her. She gasped – crying out when doubled the speed of their earlier movements. She grasped his arms, her knees hooked over his shoulders, and stared in hazy awe at the predatory set of his face.
He was once again taking control.
Damn him. Damn him to –
He thrust hard and she jerked at the motion, her knee knocking against his cheek. He repeated the motion – again, and again, pushing Tenten over the edge with a soft cry. Her eyes squeezed shut against the feeling, slipping open as the heatwave subsided...
And she blinked.
Tenten stared, wide-eyed. Her knee had jarred his goggles, shifting them down on one side just enough to reveal a golden, honey-coloured eye before Shino snapped it shut and pushed into her one last time.
He stilled above her, taking deep breaths, before pulling out.
Tenten sat up, her muscles feeling saggy from the workout and her shirt stuck to her skin with sweat. She pulled her pants back up, watching Shino straighten himself up until it looked as though nothing had happened at all.
If you ignored the grass stains on his knees, anyway.
"Well played," he said.
"I wasn't playing," Tenten replied, brushing loose brown strands away from her face. "Well, not for that anyway. You kinda...riled me up."
"..." He was looking at her, she could feel it. She couldn't read his face – couldn't tell whether he believed her or not.
Tenten swallowed, her mouth dry from her exertions. Her body throbbed in the memory of him. "For the record...you have amazing eyes." She blushed and smiled. "Kinda like something glazed with honey."
Shino raised an eyebrow. "You are obsessed with honey." He sounded pleased, anyway.
"You're the one who started the metaphor!" Tenten protested, throwing a clump of grass at him.
"As delighted as the Hokage would be to know that you are undertaking the task of keeping the forest grass short, desist. I am filthy enough as it is."
"Yeah," Tenten agreed, though not about the same kind of filthy.
Shino stood, offering her a hand. Tenten took it, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. She watched him shoulder his backpack again after checking on the insect, a little smile on her face.
She paused. Her smile fell.
"Shino."
"...?"
Tenten narrowed her eyes at him. "You were very easy to break."
"I suppose I was," he agreed, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Too easy."
"Ah, so you noticed."
Her jaw dropped.
"You see, Tenten, strategy is important. Why? Because it allows for long-term planning." Shino began to walk towards the edge of the clearing. "Even with flies and honey, it is sometimes advantageous to the one who wishes to catch them to give them a small taste. It gives them incentive to come back later."
"You...!" Oh, he was gonna get it.
"I had not planned on you seeing my eye," Shino admitted. "However, I do not see any negative impact on my strategy. In fact, after your reactions, I believe it may have reinforced it."
"Strategy?" Tenten said dumbly.
"All is fair in love and war, Tenten," Shino said. "Both both need strategy, do they not?"
He was gone in a blur – so quickly that Tenten doubted he'd been there for a stupid moment. She stared at the spot where he'd been and ran his words through her mind.
Then she screamed. "DAMN YOU, SHINO!"
