WARNING: Very vaguely described ShikaIno sex here. Also, OOC deliberately done.
Troublesome
Her breath is frigid against his burning skin. It feels like there is liquid fire pouring through his veins, not blood. He has never been so alive. He is always sleeping, lazing, napping, and procrastinating in general, but now he just can't stop moving and he loves it. His back arches, his hands rove across her body, his hips buck and teeth bite and his mouths sucks and nips and nibbles and teases and he loves it. He has always hated moving but now he loves it, can't get enough of it.
She on the other hand, has never been so cold. In everyday life she is the one who is alive, vibrant and real, shouting and talking and moving always. She will twirl a strand of blond hair around her finger, bite her lower lip, and always be fiddling with someone, any excuse just to be moving. Now it he who has his fingers intertwined with her beautiful, beautiful long hair, it is he who is biting her lower lip. He can't get enough of her. Years of being independent of her he suddenly can't pry himself away from her, and for all intents and purposes it looks like at the moment that she doesn't give a damn, which just makes him want her more for some reason. What is he? A teenage girl?
She moves still, but it is different. It is as if she has suddenly been transformed to an ice queen, her fingers like searching icicles, so cold it burns, so cold it hurts, and the hurt, the pain, it is good. He likes it. If she were to bring out a kunai he'd still hate it, but this is just enough, just the right amount of hurt. Her long fingernails that she always looks after scratch their way down his back like he's a scratch post, leaving their marks and letting blood bead at the wounds, freeing the liquid fire to cool on his hot, hot skin.
Her kisses are snowflakes, brief and hurried, never brushing the same place twice. Her blond hair is loose and everywhere, tangled in his fingers, his own hair, getting into his mouth as he pants heavily, into hers as their tongues briefly meets before parting. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, and it almost feels like he's wading through snow. She doesn't speak, doesn't make a sound. Noisy Ino is now finally silent. He for one suddenly can't shut the hell up.
"Ino…" he breathes heavily into her freezing neck. "Ino, Ino, Ino, I love you. I love, love, love you."
He had actually resolved not to tell her so, so early, but that went out the window. This was far more important. They said that people became entirely different person's when in bed but this was just ridiculous, he had never foreseen such a change, never could have, and he foresaw all, every possibility there was. His mind could map out dozens of different scenarios in less than a second but now he could barely understand what was happening at the moment, couldn't remember anymore how they got to this bed or couch or futon or whatever it was (wait no, it is definitely a bed, he can hear the springs creak and feel the covers wrinkle underneath heir twisting, grinding, needing bodies, but that's not important, this is important, this it to die for, to fight for, to stand for, to live for), he couldn't remember when she turned beautifully, wonderfully cold but he loves it, he can definitely get into this, god, it's intoxicating, he can't get enough of her…
He laps at her neck, slick tongue gliding over skin that looks as white as now in the dim lighting, and he briefly fears that his tongue will get stuck like those kids do each winter with the lampposts but it doesn't and of course it isn't. She isn't cold, he isn't burning, this is all in his head, the sex is fucking up his head, but, god, and he loves it.
"You're amazing, you're beautiful, I love you, Ino." He says, and he sounds pathetic, he knows it, but he can't stop, can't even bring himself to care. He loves her and she's beautiful and his personality has been turned on its head.
He'll be back to normal when they're done but the truth is out, they both heard it, and he loves her.
In some deep corner of his mind where the normal him dwells waiting for it to all be over he sighs wearily as he realizes he's probably going to have to marry this woman. Troublesome.
Despite what it may look like I assure you Ino is totally into it as well. Just to ease any worries you might have had. Some people are just very different in bed. I assume.