Tadaa! I'm back! And here's the update for Wedding Sniper. But before I give you that, let me clear up some things for you guys,

I, Inori Ishii, am a girl, a straight girl. With an obsession to NaruIno pairing. Not a dude. Okay?haha

I'm not offended anyway.^_^

Also, I looooooooove Minato as much as I loooooooooove Naruto. And he is truly the best ninja of the series, but I strongly believe that if I made him a 5-star general, it would be impossible for my character of Naruto, here in this story, to surpass him. Because in here, Naruto needed to prove his father that he will become better than him. So there, I hope I made myself clear.^_^

I'll no longer prolong your agony…I present to you, Wedding Sniper Chapter 11!


The timing sucked.

Naruto forced himself to remember that.

Ino was injured and coming down from a terrifying ordeal.

However, the reminder lasted for only couple of seconds, for just a short period of time that it took him to haul her off that coffee table and onto his lap.

Her mouth came to his. Man, did it. Her moist, sweet, hot mouth.

The kiss was hard and hungry, and in that moment, Naruto knew he was sunk. There wasn't enough willpower in the universe to make him back away from her.

He slid an arm around her waist, another around the back of her neck and pulled her against him until they were pressed to each other.

But she wasn't such a passive participant. Not that Naruto ever thought she would be.

It was a battle. Her kiss, an assault. A sweet one, but still an assault.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, fighting to bring him even closer – not really possible since he'd have to be inside her to achieve that. But the way things were going though, that just might happen.

Soon.

He decided not to think about why that wouldn't be a good idea.

Naruto reached for her shirt, or rather his shirt that she was wearing, and would have ripped it off her if he hadn't tried to be considerate of her injury.

Ino gave it no such consideration though. She stripped it off and sent it flying across the room. Naruto went for her bra instead but changed his mind when she shifted her legs to straddle him.

Oh, man.

There was no chance he'd talk his body or hers into slowing down so they wouldn't kill each other. So without breaking their kiss, he went with it, embracing that dangerous energy that was already on the verge of erupting.

He gripped her thigh and just kept going. Up. Not slowly, either. And not gently.

There was a lot of bare skin thanks to her short skirt. The only thing he encountered along the way was the woman going after his zipper – something he preferred not to have happen anytime soon.

She'd have managed it, too, if Naruto hadn't maneuvered his own seeking hand around hers.

Since there wasn't time for finesse, he went for impact instead.

He succeeded.

Naruto shoved his hand into her panties. Into the fragile swatch of lace and silk.

His fingers found her wet and hot core. And then he made his way through the slick moisture.

One touch, and he heard her breath shudder.

She stopped her quest for his zipper and instead anchored her hands, one on his stomach, the other slipped into her own hair.

Meeting his gaze head-on, she rocked shamelessly against his hand.

One stroke. Two. Three. A long lingering caress that brought on another shudder, another erotic hitch of her breath. And he was sure he had her close to release.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

Ino located his mouth again, kissing him as if she'd escalated the war. And maybe she had.

She skipped the zipper part she'd started earlier and moved her hand from his stomach, down.

Inside his pants.

No fumbling. She got it right the first time. those agile fingers bypassed and slid right over his erection. One stroke. Two. A rather skillful swipe of her thumb, and she had him close begging for mercy. Or close begging for something else.

Naruto gritted his teeth and launched them forward. Her back landed on the coffee table, and he landed on her. Between her legs.

All in all, it wasn't a bad place to be. For a moment, anyway. And then there was another round of jockeying for position.

She rolled. Until his back landed on the table.

Ino went after his shirt, he went after her skirt. It was an out and out warfare, and for some reason speed counted.

They battled the clothes and won. She even got her way with his zipper and managed to shove it down.

"Now." She demanded, already aligning the parts of them that would have made now happen once he rid them of their underwear.

Maybe it was the sound of her voice, or maybe there was a thread of common sense that hadn't been smothered all in that fire, Naruto remembered something he almost wished he hadn't remembered.

"I don't have a condom," he let her know.

Ino stopped instantly and stared at him. "Neither do I."

Her eyes were wild, unfocused and her breaths came out in short, hot spurts. She looked on the verge of cursing, but since she didn't, Naruto cursed for both of them.

What he didn't do was move away from her. It would take more than a lack of condom for that to happen.

In one swipe of his forearm, he cleared the coffee table.

Ramen, magazines and papers went in every direction. He didn't stop there. Because she'd already started reaching for him, specifically for his erection, Naruto latched on to her panties and pulled them off her.

They tore. And neither he nor Ino obviously cared.

It had to be now.

With the blood raging, and his heartbeat hammering, he went straight for that hot, sweet part of her, that he's already touched.

Only this time, he used his mouth and tongue instead of his fingers.

The taste of her went straight through him like a double shot of whiskey.

It was a taste he wouldn't forget, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he'd never be with another woman without thinking of this.

Of her.

She mumbled something and sounded as if she were on the verge of protesting, but a well-placed stroke of his tongue stopped her.

"Okay," was all she said.

She arched her back, moaned and began to move to the rhythm of his mouth.

It didn't seem possible, but he'd actually found a way to get Yamanaka Ino to cooperate. And he pleasured them both in the process.

For a couple more seconds, anyway.

"Maybe there's a condom in the bathroom," she decided, her tone more desperate than hopeful.

Her hands were suddenly everywhere. Touching as much of him as she could possibly touch. She slid lower and caught on to his lips, dragging him to the bathroom with her.

Still, the war didn't stop.

She did though.

But only so she could take her mouth to his bare stomach.

No simple kiss. No, not her. She had him seeing double when she circled his navel with her tongue and sucked not-so-tenderly.

Before he could muster enough strength to stop her, she kissed his erection as intimately as he'd kissed her.

She licked his length, from base to tip before sucking softly on the precum that accumulated on Naruto's hardened member.

She pleasured him, and from the way she moved against him, she pleasure d herself as well.

Somehow, he stood upright so he could maneuver her and hopefully reciprocate.

She caught on to his shoulders and pushed him against the wall. Normally, that wouldn't have been an enjoyable experience, but he was in the zone where anything she did would have been enjoyable in this erotic battle they were waging on each other.

Naruto dragged her up with him, and turned so she was the one against the wall.

He was careful not to hurt her arm, but he wasn't so gentle with the rest of her.

And then, he kissed her. Hard.

She tasted of him. Smelled of him.

Yet, somehow her own unique scent and taste were there, as well. Lingering around him and making him crazy.

Turning as if in some bizarre dance, they made it into the bathroom. He couldn't have told anyone how, but it qualified as a miracle.

His shoulder slammed against the jamb when she looped her arms behind his neck and leaped up to wrap her legs around his waist.

With one hand, he fumbles through the medicine cabinet while he used his other hand to keep her fingers out of his boxers.

She searched for condom as well, tossing things from the glass shelves. Throughout her quest, she kept up with the kisses and touches. Until Naruto was absolutely sure he couldn't take it any more.

But somehow he took more. She made him take more.

"Truce," Ino mumbled. With her breath thin, her voice had hardly any sound. "There's not a condom in here."

Fighting his own breath, he nodded. "It was a long shot anyway."

And it no longer mattered.

He'd already prepared himself for the final battle, and he didn't need a condom for what he had in mind.

Naruto turned and pinned her against the sink. Without her panties in the way, he wedged his knee between her legs, and eased his fingers inside her.

A long, deliberate sigh left her mouth. A moan. And a gasp of pleasure.

Once again she moved into the strokes. And she moved against him. Deeper this time, though.

Against his fingers, and against his body. A slow, sensual slide that brought out every basic, every carnal instinct inside him.

"Not without you," she insisted.

"Yes, without me."

But he might as well have been talking to the air because she clamped her leg along the outside of his, holding him in place. And she got her way by sliding her hand back into his boxers.

Since it was obvious she wouldn't give up, Naruto just gave in.

"Move with me, Ino. Move with me."

And she did.

She moved with him as if her very life depended on it. And with their blood raging, that wasn't too far from the truth.

Face-to-face. Body-to-body. Wet skin whispering to wet skin. His fingers, in her. Moving. Hers, on him. Clutching, gripping and sliding to a frantic feverish pace.

"Take me where I stand," she offered.

And he accepted that offer.

He snagged her gaze, because he wanted to watch her go over. Naruto fought through the clawing primal need to claim and possess so he could see exactly what this did to her. It didn't matter that he felt his body going over, as well.

Nothing mattered.

Except this. Except her.

They took that last climb together with strokes, touches, caresses. And they were right there to catch each other when the fire tore free and released them both.


Ino so hoped that the ringing in her ears was a post-orgasmic response.

No such luck.

When she heard Naruto curse, she realized it was the phone. A phone she could probably answer since this was supposedly her apartment.

Somehow, Naruto got their bodies untangled so she could make it to the bedroom.

To prevent herself form having to stand around naked, she grabbed a towel and her pajama top along the way.

Naked was great during the throes of passion, but now that the passion had been sated, she was already starting to feel as if she'd done the ultimate no-no.

Which in a way, she had.

She'd just had sex with her boss.

And even though, it wasn't a full-blown sex, it qualified in every possible way that counted.

Ino pushed that disturbing thought aside and grabbed the phone.

After a couple of tries, she even managed to say a meager hello.

"We have a problem," Shiakamaru immediately informed her.

Okay. So that rid her of any lust-induced cobwebs.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

She tried to brace herself, but the bracing failed when she heard her friend's response.

"The sniper struck again. There's been another shooting."


And that people was my Valentine's Day gift for all of you.^_^

Happy Heart's Day! Hope you all would have a blast!^_^ Dont forget to leave me reviews. Many thanks!

~Ino Ishii