Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or the characters contained therein, they belong to Masashi Kishimoto who is kind enough to let fans write fiction. I make no profit from this nor do I intend to.
A/N: Just a light filler before things start to take a dark and nasty turn...
Re-write as of 10/2012
Chapter 11
~It's All About the Boobies~
As he buried his face once again into her soft hair and started to drift off in their afterglow, his body finally said in relief, - yes.
Ayumu felt like she was having the best dream. She was half asleep and half awake while being cuddled by an enormously warm and solid bear. She didn't feel at all over-powered. She felt safe, warm, secure, and most importantly: loved. His face was buried in her hair and soft whiffles were coming from him. Ayumu felt their breathing moving in tandem, and coupled with his large, warm body wrapped around her she was hard-pressed to wake up. Ayumu shifted slightly and Ibiki shifted with her, as if not wanting to lose any contact or connection; he moved as she moved. One of his arms was under her head while the other was draped across her torso as a large palm held a breast securely. Sleepily she traced the large hand covering her. It was an impressive hand; strong, broad, and capable of dealing death or drawing out pleasure. It was the first thing that she remembered seeing of him. When he held his hand out to her on the roof it was that hand that had cut through her fears. He had patiently held it out to her palm up with the hope that she would take it. When she placed her hand in his that first time shocking warmth had coursed through her. It was as if she had come home. There had been no denying what she had felt. There had been no denying the rightness of how he felt.
Rubbing against him sinuously brought them both pleasure. His hard muscles and coarse body hair felt wonderful against all her soft warmth. Moving from her side to a position closer to being on her stomach Ibiki moved with her like a large blanket. Covering her protectively he nestled further into her hair until he found her neck, and once there he sleepily nibbled behind her ear.
Ayumu automatically shivered, sighed, and pushed back into him. There was no way that she was going to deny him.
"Are you ready for round two?" he asked sleepily.
Ayumu's eyed widened. "Round two? So soon? Don't men need to recoup?"
Ibiki chuckled darkly against her skin. "Honey, that was just to take the edge off. We haven't really begun to play yet…"
"Oh my," she said with a full body shudder. When Ibiki tweaked a nipple it caused her to look down and his hand there. Fighting through the quickly building haze of watching and feeling his fingers play with the rose bud she couldn't help but wonder something. Dragging herself from his embrace she sat up next to him. Turning to look at him as he lazily ran a hand over anything that he could she was surprised to see him so awake. His eyes might have been half closed but there was no mistaking the fire that burned there.
Ibiki couldn't help but open both eyes at the sight before him. Ayumu looked deliciously disheveled. Her curls were running rampant and she had a flushed and well loved look about her. I did that, he thought smugly and closed his eyes again.
"Ibiki, will you answer a question for me -and I mean seriously, honestly?"
Ibiki shifted so that he was on his back and one hand behind his head. The other was stroking her thigh as he wasn't about to lose all contact with her.
"I always take you seriously, and I will always answer you honestly," he said simply.
Ayumu suddenly grabbed both her breasts and thrusting them up said with a solemn look, "Honestly Ibiki, what is it about these things that men find so fascinating? What is it that makes men totally enamored with them?" She looked down in confusion and frustration first at her breasts and then at Ibiki. He was staring at them in total fascination. His eyes were riveted to the sight of her holding her mounds before him as if in offering.
"Maybe it's because some of you girls do that with them..." he said in complete wonder.
Ayumu immediately dropped them, but they never fell all the way because Ibiki picked up where she left off. She could see his eyes start to lose focus as he started to knead and caress them. She watched in fascination as he sat forward on one arm and audaciously took a nipple in his mouth, and humming in pleasure stroked it with his tongue. Ayumu's eyes started to drift close as she lost herself to the feelings, but she needed an answer. She pried her breast away and leaned back as his seeking mouth moved forward.
"Ibiki! Are you listening?! This is serious. These – things – are why I am in the trouble that I am in today! Well, maybe not mine per se, but breasts in general. Why is it that heterosexual males, and no matter the age, find these damn things so entrancing? I mean, if you had to live with them I bet that you would change your tune fast enough…"
Ibiki lay back and with both hands behind his head looked up at Ayumu with a certain amount of indulgence. Her mind fascinated him. It was constantly moving at light speed and in different directions all at once. In order to keep one step ahead of her he always had to be contemplating possible scenarios. Just like now. He wanted her focused on her breasts, but in a more sensual way rather than as a general topic for discussion. As much as he wanted to get back to their previous occupation he couldn't help but be intrigued as to where this was all going. So for now, he would oblige her.
"Well, maybe because like with hair men see them as social and physical representations of a woman's sexuality."
Ayumu looked at him in wonder.
"Come on, Ayu – don't tell me as an artist that you don't understand that." (Ayumu started to give him an indignant look thinking that he had a lot of nerve trying to lecturing her about Art Theory). Ibiki ignored her look and continued. "When a man sees a woman for the first time and is assessing her physical attributes like hair and eyes, breasts are one of the first things evaluated. You can't tell me that you women don't dress in such ways as to bring one or all to attention. It is an innate part of your sexual allure. While women work from the inside out with a man- finding their personality attractive first before looking at physical attributes second- men work from the outside in. We are caught by looks first and then personality second."
Ayumu laughed and cocked her head to the side. "That is not a very complimentary thing to say about your own sex, now is it?"
Ibiki shook his head and traced a finger up her thigh. "We are simple creatures, to be sure. There is very little about us that is complicated. Such being the case that is why women have always had an easier time using their bodies to seduce a man then it is the other way around. When a man goes to seduce a woman with his body he has to work much harder at it because he first has to seduce her mind."
"Well I thought that you were pretty sexy when I first met you, and you did little more than grunt or make snarly comments."
Ibiki gave her a wide grin. "But that proves my point, don't you see? You are sweetly submissive, and as such you can't help but be attracted to a confidently dominant male, such as myself. I didn't need a lot of words to draw you in…"
Ayumu opened her mouth to speak but then closed it. He was right and there was not too much that she could say about it.
"So, are you telling me that when you first met me you didn't think or care too much what I was like as a person?"
Ibiki chuckled. He knew a pit fall when he saw one, and this one had no bottom to it. "Our meeting up on the roof was not the first time that I saw you. I watched you in the back yard before you went up. I saw you giving sass to Hiroshi, and how you looked and acted both caused me to stop and take a second look."
"Nice save, Ibiki," Ayumu said grinning.
"Smart shinobi," he said tapping his chest with an answering grin.
"But back to breasts… I really can't see why my explaining to a bunch of hormonal teens and pre-teens about having respect for a woman's sexuality should cause such uproar. I mean, Nin are taught about sex at an early age, right?"
Ibiki nodded.
"So what is the difference?"
Ibiki shrugged. "Well, our Sex Ed is taught in a purely academic fashion. We are taught about sex not so much in the physiological sense as much as we are taught about it in a professional sense. Sure we are told what happens and why, but that is just a very small part. The broader scope is geared to how we can use that knowledge to our advantage."
Now it was Ayumu's turn to look entranced.
"No…really? Like how?" Ayumu looked as if she was on the cusp of attaining the key to some mystical knowledge.
Sitting up and drawing her in against him Ibiki buried his face in the crook of her neck and slowly started to suck and lick at the tender flesh. "Ah, Ayu…now what kind of Nin would I be if I gave away Leaf Village secrets? Besides, wouldn't it be more fun for us both if I showed you rather then told you?"
Closing her eyes at the myriad of sensations that he was bombarding her with she still had enough curiosity in her to want her question answered.
"Ibiki….breasts, remember?"
"Don't worry baby, I'm getting there."
Rolling her eyes and cupping her hands over them she successfully stopped his downward movements.
"Morino Ibiki, answer the question."
Sighing dejectedly Ibiki looked up Ayumu. "Well, the bare bones, honest truth?"
Ayumu smiled and nodded.
Placing his hands over hers he looked down at them lovingly. "I have no idea. All I know is I would commit high treason to protect these beauties, and that's the God's honest truth."
After a second of stunned silence Ayumu threw her head back and laughed. Taking her hands away from herself she gave him full reign to indulge in his weakness.
[Next Morning]
Ayumu came downstairs dressed for her meeting with The Board of Education wearing the most conservative outfit that she had; she wore a deep wine colored, plain dress and demure silk scarf around her neck. In her ears were small, plain earrings, and her hair was in a simple braid down her back. A few curls escaped but that only softened the severe (for her, at least) hairstyle. Medium height black pumps completed the look. She looked as if she was going to a business meeting or (to her) a funeral. Ayumu felt slightly uncomfortable.
Hiroshi was sitting at the table and eating breakfast, and nodded in agreement with her outfit. He offered her coffee but she refused, being too nervous to either eat or drink anything.
"Don't worry kitten, you will do fine. This is nothing more than a formality, a slight 'spanking' if you will." Hiroshi got up and placed a brotherly kiss to her forehead. He sat back down and picked up his paper, still too early for him to get to the school for his own classes to teach. "Will Ibiki be there?"
Ayumu sat down and closed her eyes thinking of him. Ibiki had asked if she wanted him to stop by, but she had replied in the negative. She was just too nervous as it was, and if things didn't go well then she didn't want him to be there to witness it. She would be just too embarrassed.
"No, I want Ibiki to think that I can do something on my own...and if things fall apart or I get The Boot then I want to deal with his disappointment in a more private setting."
"Ibiki would never be disappointed in you, and only wants you to know that he is on your side," said a new third voice.
Both turned to see Ibiki lounging against the open back door. His hands were in his pockets and his look was only for Ayumu.
Ayumu was both excited and nervous at his presence. Excited that he showed up to offer whatever support, and nervous due to their new relationship. She blushed but her gaze from his face never wavered. Her eyes glowed and a small, nervous smile appeared on her mouth. Her blush grew as her mind replayed their time together yesterday. He must have had an inkling about what she was thinking because his already intense stare became downright sinful, and a small smile slowly grew.
He winked.
Ayumu started to sweat.
Ibiki showed teeth.
She couldn't breathe.
Hiroshi cleared his voice. "Ahem! I should be getting ready. No fun being a third wheel and all..." and he graciously sauntered away.
Ibiki walked over to Ayumu and ran the back of a hand across her cheek. He just stared down at her and Ayumu couldn't help but close her eyes and rub back against the pressure. He was mesmerized by how responsive she was to his touch – even something as minor as a digit across her face. She really was like a cat he thought. When he touched her it seemed as if he could practically feel her purr under his hand. That thought led him to others and he couldn't help but lean down and kiss her. She really did purr then as she grabbed his coat collar and even started to knead it slightly. Ibiki hauled her out of the chair and deepened the kiss. He was a bit disappointed that her hair was in a braid as he couldn't put his hands in it, but instead had to settle himself with grabbing her backside and squeezing.
Ayumu knew that she had to stop the progression of their thoughts, or she would either show up looking like she had just had a roll in the hay or just plain late. So it was with deep regret on both their parts when she drew away.
Ayumu groaned lightly as Ibiki rested his forehead against hers. He was thinking that he could get to like having a beautiful woman in his arms every morning...
He raised his head and raised her face up to his. "I'll comply with your request on not being there, but whatever happens – happens. Don't think for a minute that I'll think differently or worse if things don't go your way," he finished sternly.
When Ayumu looked up into his face she went still in amazement. Here was a man that still kept astonishing her. His stoicism and taciturness around others had never really been evident around her. Even when they were up on the roof all she got from him was patience and a certain amount of kindness. She could imagine what some people thought of him, and she could certainly imagine what people who worked with him must think. But she received none of that. It was like he allowed his true, hidden self to come out around her. If one was to ask her to describe Ibiki one of the words she would have to use was 'gentle'. Like a great iceberg the majority of his true self was hidden deep from view. She felt privileged to be the only one to really see his true self.
Ayumu sighed happily and smiled. "How did I ever catch a guy like you?"
Ibiki chuckled softly and nibbled an ear (causing Ayumu to shiver and clutch at him even tighter), "Just lucky?"
[Hiraku School for Gifted Young Artists]
Ayumu waited in the hallway to be called. She knew that waiting inside was the panel that would question and exam her actions. The School's Head Mistress and Her own Department Head would represent the interests of the School, while one of the two Village Advisors would be in attendance to represent the Konoha Village Public Education Department. Then there would be the KMP Arresting Officer, giving his rendition of the day's events.
Maybe I should have had Ibiki stop by...she thought with trepidation, and tapping a foot nervously. He could just scare them with a look or two... Ayumu felt like a little kid again being sent to the Head Mistress's office for some misdeed that she and Hiroshi had botched. She had to physically stop herself from looking down and swinging her legs...
The door opened and Ayumu was motioned in. She stood, smoothed her dress down and walked in with her head held high.
[ANBU HQ]
Ibiki walked out of Interrogation Room Number Three with a small smile on his face. He had watched as a new Investigator had questioned a suspect. This one shows promise...I'll have to watch him closely, Ibiki thought with interest. His Investigators were the best around, but he was always looking for new 'talent'. Interrogation was an art. You couldn't just go in and start wailing on someone with your fists. Oh, that was an integral part of it all, for sure. But a good Investigator needed more than mere physical domination. He (or even she – his best and brightest happened to be a woman in fact) needed to be able to think many steps ahead of the suspect. Everyone knows that it is really the things that you can't see, feel, or touch that can be much scarier than those you could. A Good Investigator knows that. A Great Investigator (like himself) can actually do it, and well.
It was really just a game, a mental exercise, but one that yielded the greatest prize. The prize of knowledge, and knowledge was power. It was power for Konoha; the power to protect and keep safe those around him. It was the power to protect and keep safe those that meant the most to him. More importantly it was the power to protect and keep safe Ayumu.
Ibiki thought of Ayumu and what they now meant to each other and a small (very small) smile graced his lips. He seemed more at ease now and it showed. He could tell that people didn't seem as wary around his as they had in the past week or so. He really must have been a bear, because people were now not just treating him with the usual respect, but looking him in the face again as well.
Ibiki thought of their afternoon together yesterday as he walked down the hall to his office. It was more then he could have ever dreamed. They made love two more times, and each time was better than the one before. It just kept getting better. Their nervous energy and sexual frustration had dissipated after the first time, and what followed were forays into pure, physical pleasure and exploration. He wasn't inexperienced at all – no matter what he looked like. Some woman liked his appearance, but he often thought it was more from curiosity. They were never anything more than one night stands. He was always gone before the sun came up, and he never saw them a second time. Ayumu didn't just like his appearance, but more so she seemed to revel in how he made her feel. And she was genuine, she held nothing back. He didn't even think that she could. When they had dressed themselves it was while constantly touching and kissing. It was if they wanted to prolong their time together in any way they could.
Neither of them used the word 'love' in the emotional sense. They used it as a physical marker to what the other liked, but never were the words 'I love you' uttered. He didn't even know if it was love. He had never been in love, so he had nothing to go by. All he had was how he felt when he was around her and how he felt during the past week or so that he wasn't. He had been miserable. He had been angry and frustrated, but not just from being sexually thwarted. He missed hearing and seeing her. He missed her scent. He had just missed her- period. He knew that she felt the same way; because she told him and he believed her.
Once again he was amazed at how open she was. How every emotion she felt came across instantly. There was never any question as to what she might be thinking. She probably couldn't lie to save her soul, he thought with no rancor. He could imagine her in an Interrogation room and spilling her guts out before the Investigator was even through the door. That made him grin thinking about Ayumu at his mercy in one of the sound proof room far below street level. He started to think of all the ways that he could 'torture' her and make him sing for him, but in pleasure. He wasn't too sure that she would like his train of thoughts, but he bet he could get her to change her mind...
He was broken from his thoughts when a messenger came up to him bearing a letter. Seeing where it had come from Ibiki held his breath. He opened the letter and was met with a colorful drawing of a grinning, busty, brown haired woman with curls flying all over dancing a mad Victory Dance. Ibiki smiled widely.
