Chapter 28: Ineffable
Warnings: M-rated content. Lemon.
A/N: Aye, after constant constant constant editing, I finally have this chapter out, GOD.
YES, finally, your m-rated material is here LOL. It's been 28 chapters since I friggin set them rating, LOLOL.
PLEASE NOTE: This is my first time writing a lemon. Don't be too harsh ^^;
I might've dragged it out too long, but that might be a good thing for those of you who like "longer" scenes, ehe.
I named the chapter "Ineffable" mainly because throughout this whole chapter, I was really struggling
on deciding how to describe things and such, ESPECIALLY the lemon, lol. So I guess the chapter title
relates moreso to me than it does the story, but it's a pretty versatile name, ne? ;3
There may be some errors, but I'm definitely going to fix all of my mistakes in this chapter!
It's been a pretty busy summer, haha.
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So blahblahblah I need to shut up, enjoy!
Please don't let me regret this... "I'll do it. I'll help you with capturing Naruto." For the shortest second, Ino felt a pang of panic as she uttered the words before it quickly dissolved. No, she didn't want to do it at all. But if her body was given up, it was unbearable to what would happen to her friends. With this decision, they'd be a step further away from dying by the hands of this organization. Would the family shatter more over thinking she was dead than she was working with the Akatsuki? Probably. But to her, what mattered most was not what she did or didn't do - it was whether she wanted to or not. Her thoughts were different from her vile actions, but she was still going to consciously do it - but, she was still the Ino they had known and loved. She was coming closer and closer to killing her comrade, though she still burned with the will of fire.
"Ino..." Deidara murmured, the astonishment as clear as staring through glass. He reached for her hand, cuffing her wrist. "...You're sure, un?"
She wouldn't let this decision eat away at her. She chose this as her fate and if it meant living with a toxic remorse, then it was her fault. There was something about staying within the Akatsuki that stimulated her - the possibilities. She had no limits, no restraints, only choosing from possibilities that she wanted. Dangerous, definitely, but lazy, toughening, and rather enjoyable. The biggest reason though... she couldn't leave Deidara; as selfish as it was to choose love over home, it was what she wanted, it really was, and the thought of having him go through anguish if she died for his enemy was sickening to the gut. "Yes." She nodded.
The relief broke across his face instantly. He made no attempt to hide it and the feeling itself made her feel a tad better. She'd already expected it, but Deidara was content with the decision, at the least.
The guilt swamping her mind was beginning to fade - each second elapsing gave her more reasons to willfully capture Naruto. Konoha would need not to pursue the Akatsuki in defense, only revenge. Her teammates would no longer play a part in Akatsuki's initial plan for her. She could stay with Deidara...
"For now, you remain with Deidara and Sasori, as Sasori's subordinate. Await your next orders. It is expected that you don't fail us and put your effort into help achieving our goal. So it's recommended that you prepare your mentality for what could come."
Once more, she nodded and his hologram dispersed.
"Ehhh, he never said what I was supposed to do..." Tobi ran his fingers through his short hair. "Guess I have to stick with you guys, hehe." His giggle was mischievous, and sounded like the annoying Tobi she had once known. Her tension slipped away the slightest bit. Ino glanced at Deidara, expecting him to snap at Tobi but he merely took her arm and skirted around the trees with her. Tobi was left somewhere, but it wasn't her problem.
There was a small nervousness in the pit of her stomach. "Where are we going?" If we're flying... The sick sensation was already beginning to raid her stomach.
"Back to the hotel, un." He sounded exhilarated. "Whatever you want to do, just say it."
There was a hint of excitement in her voice as she responded. This was basically the first time she was able to do anything she wanted while she'd been with the Akatsuki. "What are the options?"
"There's not much you can do in a village like this, un. The hotel offers a few things, or we could go flying - maybe mess around with a few explosions? Perhaps -"
"Oh that's right - there's a hot spring in the hotel, right?" There was a small, eager luster in her eyes. "Maybe we could do that... Relaxation's what I need right now." I can't believe I'm going to take a bath after what I just said. Inwardly, she shook her head. I need to be as happy as ever, though. Whatever will make it easier... for both Naruto and I.
Deidara's expression seemed to descend into what seemed bland. He didn't press further, just continued strolling by her side as they entered the hotel. Upon entering the lobby, her eyes quickly skimmed the room in hopes of finding the changing rooms that lead to the springs. Just the thought of having the godly water against her skin made her mind hectic. When a door with a steaming symbol caught her sight, she pointed. "There."
Deidara obliged and the two entered the door. Inside, you could hear the waterfall streaming violently. The walls were quite stable if the rest of the hotel couldn't hear it. Two doors were lodged onto the walls; one for men, and the other for female.
Ino began to disperse from him, jerking her thumb in the direction of the women's door. "So, how long do you want to take? We can meet back here in an hour, or half an hour if you're not so fond of the idea. I mean, you don't -"
His hand reached out and locked onto her wrist from having her move any further. A dangerous smirk played on his lips. And she gasped as he dragged her through the door of the men's changing room, fist tightening parlously.
"Don't look, okay?" He murmured in her ear, and she felt the misty heat curl against her skin as he guided her into the room. It didn't take his command to make her shield her eyes with the back of his shoulder. Her hands held onto his body frantically as her eyes squeezed shut. She wanted to scramble out of the room, but they were already too far into the room for her to know where the door was. If she opened her eyes to scour... someone's naked parts would definitely scar her mind? There was no choice but to hang on and follow with blind, gingerly steps.
The lone female couldn't quite hear what was going on through the roar of the water; Men shouted in protest, most likely about the female presence. Deidara had shouted something - probably a threat - and the males clamored back. Throughout the whole commotion, she wanted to curl up into a degrading ball. What the hell Deidara, what are you thinking? The screeching thought was sliced short. When she felt a quick jerk of his body, a detonation rippled past the air. It was a small one - nothing compared to what she'd seen or felt, but it was enough to fray the men's resistance.
And as instant as the explosion itself, panicked, hasty hollers were heard and heavy bodies brushed against her as the door swung open with a loud creak. Footsteps thundered away, splashes of water as bodies escaped... Oh, this is so embarrassing... She tightened her fingers on his cloak, forcing her eyes to press together the hardest they would. for an eternal moment.
"Ino," a hand began to pry her fingers from his cloak, before a tongue from its palm ran over her own hands. "you can open your eyes now; they're gone, un."
She recoiled her arms quickly, whipping her hand at his arm until it smacked loudly. "What the hell was that? Are you trying to get us kicked out of here? Do you want me to be targeted by a bunch of nasty runts trying to feel me up?" Despite how he was being reprimanded by her, he made no attempt at settling down.
His head threw back into laughter before he darted her a knowing, mischievous smile. "You're missing the point here, un." He whispered teasingly, and just his tone made her skin tense. What was she "missing"? If he thought he could drag her into the male's side of the room and boot everyone out...
It hit her, and she felt so idiotically oblivious for not realizing what was facing her straight in the eye. Her face burned, cheeks painted a heavy pinkish red in contrast to her milky skin. "I-I, you... m-me and you? Just us two?" It was impossible to hide the shock in her voice.
"Yes, just us two, un." His lips quirked crookedly, a smirk against his face. It felt like so long since she had seen it, and it made things a lot better that it'd return so many times in a single day. Her heart drummed quickly, the heat rising to her cheeks even hotter than they were. "But I guess if you're really against it... I can't force you. Though I would, if I wasn't being so kind today."
Kind. The word was lost within the sea of her thoughts. "N-no," she forced herself to speak. "I'm fine with it."
He arched an eyebrow, before a seductive glint flickered over his eyes. "Go over there and change," he motioned to the opposite corner of the room, "and I'll wait for you to go in first."
She obliged silently, taking trembling steps to the direction he had referred to. Really, she was fine with it. It was anxiety and nervousness that she felt, but behind it all, she could also feel the jumpy excitement. The butterflies were strong. Very strong. The fluttering feeling in her body wouldn't die and she hated and loved it at the same time. The erratic thrill was electrifying and she felt as if she was floating in an abyss of flurrying thrill.
Problem was - she didn't know what to do. How to face a man she loved naked? What to do? The worst part of it was, Yamanaka Ino always knew everything about love. The self-pride of her "knowledge" that she'd held for so many years began to crumple at the thought that this was one thing she was unfamiliar with.
She heard the lock of the door flick shut.
Slowly, the Yamanaka began to undress herself, pulling the aubergine material off of her body and allowing the clouded hotness to laminate her firm skin before she was finally naked. Hastily, she grabbed a towel to and blanketed her bareness. Her chest was storming vehemently, her cheeks growing hotter by the second with a wanting fervency. Eyes skipped a glance at the opposite corner, but no one was there.
She hesitated, but stepped into the water, slipping the towel off. The water was as heavenly as she had expected; its warm levels rose up to her breasts, the sheer delight of the hot, wispy steam matting her skin as her body wallowed within its blissful depths. Ino released a sigh of content, closing her eyes, leaning her head back as she let the enjoyment devour her.
"Mm, it seems nice, un." A low, deep voice commented. The moment she heard it, her chest struck vigorously.
She let yet another sigh slip from her lips. "It's really nice," she commented coolly. "I think you'll like it." Her eyes took a peek at him, and she felt both relief and disappointment to see that a towel curtained his hip-area. She would've died of embarrassment if she saw it, but yet, a huge satisfaction in seeing him completely naked wouldn't have hurt. His hair was down, his hidden eye scopeless as his metallic eyes peered at her inquisitively.
Ino's eyes averted to the water as he disrobed himself and dipped into the springs. "I'm not very familiar with hot springs, but this is really..."
"Nice?" She finished bluntly with a nervous giggle.
His lips pulled into a lazy smile. "Yeah. In Iwa, there weren't very many springs. Not that I was really interested in going to one anyways; I was busy with honing my artistic abilities, un. I do remember once going with Hidan though... It was rather boring though; I only got to see him kill everyone there."
She said nothing in response.
Deidara seemed to have realized this was the wrong thing to say. "I didn't mean it in a dangerous sense, un. He's very sedulous with his shit religion and, well -" The blond's phrase was cut off when water smacked his face.
"That was for dragging me in here."
At first response, a scowl pasted his mouth but it quickly turned into a challenging simper. The war began when Deidara retorted with his own wave of water, the warmth of it crashing against her skin. She held up her hands for guard and began to paddle them into the surface, the thin droplets spritzing at him prissily. He squinted through the constant attacks, an amused smile on his face.
And then he advanced. He lurched at her so quickly, she couldn't even register the movement. Pinning her to the edge of the springs, he leaned in closer to her face, his breath tickling her ear. "Try that again, Yamanaka, un..." He growled, playful and seductive.
She couldn't help but have her face flood with an immense wave of heat. The feeling was breaking from its shell once again; the excitement, the nerve and the yearning for every taste of him. This, mustering against the paradise of the water was amazing. Better than the desire alone, better than the springs alone. And at that movement, with the way he boldly moved and how the two stayed locked into spot, she realized this was what she was waiting for. The cravings for him were so strong in the pit of her stomach, she couldn't have identified it without this - without having him so near and intimate.
Ino surrendered to the temptations, and quickly lunged her lips forward to latch them onto his. This stunned him - one second they were frozen while she was imprisoned, the next they were entangled with one another. Her fingers knotted into his damp, silky hair as her lips worked forcefully, stealing his breath and losing her own. Her free hand pressed on the back of his neck, the springs' water making it slick. A low rumble echoed deep inside his neck.
Everything in time felt so right. This was the best it could get. Their meeting mouths were shedding away the last of her worries - the last of the muddle of trouble she had fussed over for the previous days. Dwelling in its place was a stupor of delighting elation. This alone motivated her to try as hard as she could. The air had stopped in her throat when he intimately leaned forward against her naked body, pulling his lips away to have them at her neck. At times, he'd nip the skin of it before working with his dancing with his lips again. Deidara's hands slid from locking her arms, to holding onto the sides of her waist and a small moan growled deep in her throat.
She was sweating. The water, the steam and the sweat all gave as a good canvas for the sensuality resounding inside her body. It felt like a layer of fire hazily smoldering above her skin. Her body sunk deeper into the water, dragging him down with her until the levels were at her neck and her head was the only thing leaning on the edge. His lips were vigorous as they sporadically moved back onto hers, deep and strong. Her arms clung onto him tighter, pulling him closer until his bare thighs touched her own and allowing small shudders to resonate inside of her. There was hardly any distance between them; his body was pressing down onto her, Ino's breasts serving as full cushions.
His hand dropped to her leg underwater, caressing her thigh slowly and earning yet a loud, appreciative grunt. Tongues tussling and hands felt wet skin; there was absolutely no way of restraining the sexual sounds emitting from herself, especially when he was nearly on her with his hips lowered onto hers. She could almost feel his groin even, and the thought drove her to extremes of desperation.
Ino could barely register it - not with his mouth riling hers - but feminine voices were barricaded on the other side of the springs; the female side. "What's going on over there?", "Is that... a girl?", "Oh my God, are there... people fucking in the guys' room?", squeals and so on. It didn't matter. She had already succumbed to the lustful oblivion to care. She encircled her arms around his neck tightly and the yearn to go beyond this - to do more - was already gnawing its way at her. She wanted to rock him so hard. Rock him until he thawed into a puddle of bliss.
"Whoever is in there right now, come out immediately!" A voice, an unfamiliar one, had called from a distance but she could barely hear it through the silent sound of arousing intensity. God, why was he so hot?
Fists pounded on the door in the distance and the sudden sound was frightening. Instinctively, her lips clamped down along with her teeth and he hissed when she snapped on his tongue. "Tchhh," he snarled lightly, smoothing his tongue at the roof his mouth. Ino's gaze glaciated against the door, frozen, silent and waiting.
"This is the advisor of the building. I've been given many complaints from this specific side of the springs; threats, disruptions and a potential female. You are directed to open this door at once!" The voice was low and commanding.
She quickly tossed Deidara a pleading look, eyes lingering knowingly at their position of him above her, hooding over the edge of the water. "What do we do?" She whispered. The advisor wouldn't hear her from such a distance and the crashing water, but it was still a whisper.
His breathing was the heaviest she'd ever heard exuding from his godly lips - panting and beseeching the air. A moment of staring passed as he collected himself - he looked beyond pissed, but you could see the flustered tint of pink staining his cheeks as his composure went natural. "Get changed." He slowly shifted himself away from her to give space though she merely stared upon him with perplexity. "I'll handle this." He seemed relatively calm. Only annoyance was the bothersome expression on his face. It dawned on her that things like this didn't faze him - he was a missing-nin, these things were minor issues. Naturally, he'd probably screw it off instead of preparing to justify himself as he was now.
As opposed to her, who felt like her heart was gonna explode from embarrassment, anger and disappointment.
It even made her feel dubious; if he was so used to recklessly defying the rules, what made her believe he could make an excuse to make up for this?
Sweat beaded on the side of her head - Ino wasn't sure if it was the steam or her nerve. He slipped out of the water first, the wetness and liquid stippling off him and she couldn't help but sneak one last stare at his whole naked bod before withdrawing from the springs herself, actions coated with a reluctance she shamefully tried to hide.
It was ironic, being afraid of this despite everything she'd done in the last few months. The worst that could happen would them being kicked out of the hotel. But supposedly Pein had caught wind of it... Was he aware of how deep their relationship ran? Most importantly, her pride.
"Leave, and then we'll come out." Deidara challenged.
"So that's how ya wanna play it, brat?" The venomous man continued. "Keep it up and I'll lock ya in there."
Annoyance coated his words, and she wondered which of the two men were more annoyed. "Do that, and I'll break the door open. I'll break the room, if I have to." Ino gawked in horror. "Chakra's rather convenient these days, hm?"
The advisor kept his words remaining hard, but his voice gave a way - just the tiniest bit. "Darn youngsters..." The man held no shame in the loud grumble. "Getcher clothes on and scram. I'll give ya five minutes, otherwise I'm locking this room whether yer in here or not." Spinning on his heel the man squared his shoulders and stalked out of the way.
Ino's cheeks felt inflated. They felt chubby, air-filled and hot. Mortification. Humiliation. And violation to top it off. The walls passed while the Yamanaka strolled down the carpeted hallway, occasionally stealing a glimpse at the man moving beside her.
"What an asshole." Deidara had muttered in the midst of his discontent.
Her eyes were like slits as she glared. "You should've let me handle it. Keep going on like that, and you'll give away your identity." With a flick of her wrist, she swept her hair over her shoulder. "Threatening him was taking it too far."
'Give me some credit here, un. I did handle it quickly, didn't I? You, on the other hand, looked like you were gonna have a heart attack." An undying steam of redness wouldn't wash away from her cheeks and she settled with tucking her chin in and keeping her gaze low whilst continue to wander. Ino didn't really know where they were going - just mindlessly moping around the hallways.
At the sight of the familiar number of their door, he instantly unlocked it and the opening widened. Once the two were in, the door was kicked shut and he strode towards Ino, who was propped against the edge of the bed. "Anyway, I was wondering about something."
Ino gaped, incredulous. "That's it? After that, you're just gonna talk about something else? I mean, seriously, you can just drop it like that?" For some reason, this only made it more humiliating to be so flustered about it. He didn't seemed fazed at all.
"Unlike you, I don't cling onto my innocence." A soft snicker belled from his curling mouth. "Now-"
"How can you say that? It's not everyday I get busted in a bathhouse f-for..." She didn't dare finish the sentence, as it dawned upon her that she wouldn't win either way.
"Enough of that."
"Anyway, stop being so nonchalant about it! T-to me it's embarr-"
All at once, his lips were on hers. Deidara was being very forceful - tight, locked and moist on hers. She didn't know how to respond and leaned back against her palms for support as he bent over her slender body, gripping the edge of the bed for his own structure. "Are you shutting up now, un?" He murmured against her mouth, recoiling his body away.
The heat raided her face once more, and a violent shade of scarlet painted her cheeks. "B-bastard..." She managed to stammer.
"Listen, Ino, un..." He took a seat by her on the bed. "I know you'd rather not have to pick on doing anything at all regarding the Jinchuuriki."
A groan emitted from her throat. "Stop calling him that in front of me, please."
"Fine, Naruto. I've already asked you this, but... are you sure this is your decision, un? It's not that I have pity for him, I just don't want to see you torn afterward..."
Ino released a sigh as her gaze flitted to the floor. "Yeah, I am."
"Why did you choose to do this? I know you're not comfortable in doing this..."
For once, her eyes raised to stare at the ceiling and she kicked her legs forward. It was one of the first times Deidara was being delicately considerate about his words near her. "I don't want to hurt him. I don't want to hurt anyone at all. It's just... this seems to be the best way to protect my other friends." Her fingers crawled to her face and pulled her corn silk bangs behind her ear. "That and... I don't want to leave you." He was quiet and she fumbled with her fingers. "I know it'll hurt - I'm ready for that. It's just..." her face inclined to meet his gaze. "you'll help me pull through, right?"
Ino could feel his powder blue eyes skim over her wonderingly. "Of course, un."
A small smile coiled against her mouth.
"Will you two quit sweet-talking one another? It's repulsive." The two shifted their eyes to the familiar, distant voice that they'd never heard for so long. "The last thing I need to hear is the two of you caught in your lovesick conversations." Sasori brushed his way into the room, shutting the door and ambled his way towards the pair with a layer of papers between his fingers.
"Awh, does Danna want love too?" Deidara cooed teasingly, his demeanor rescaling to its original snide-self.
"Shut up you fool."
He smirked once, but a sudden frown wrenching onto his face followed after. "By the way, you never said anything about sending spies off to accumulate information about her." His eyes were steel as they narrowed accusingly. "Your information gathering did wonders into getting the leader into trying to kill Ino."
"Idiot," The puppeteers slate eyes were heavy, as they naturally always were. "it's not like I directly plotted to kill her." Sasori's brilliant hair shade of blood red hair never seized to amaze her. The tufts were loose and carefree - an effortless composition of beauty. She paid no attention to what he had said, or his involvement in what almost killed her - he was as stoic as she had remembered.
The tip of Deidara's mouth bowed skeptically, but he managed to loosen it. "Yeah, whatever, un. I won't let you off so easily next time."
"Where were you two, for the last while? I heard an explosion down there." His acidic eyes narrowed. "Deidara, you're too reckless. One day, you'll die from stupidity of using those things."
"No, if I die, it'll be a bang. Unfortunately, I might die from boredom of your puppets first, Danna." Sasori glowered icily. Too cold that she needed to glance away. Before the puppet master was able to argue, Deidara continued with, "What do you want anyway?"
He scoffed, before turning to Ino. "Ino should see this," Sasori stalked closer to the edge of the bed and extending the papers to her.
She observed them carefully, arching her eyebrows before glancing at Sasori. "Why are you showing me this?" The "missing kunoichi" flier in her hands all held the same details; a delineation of herself, a description and a justification. The kunoichi has been abducted against her will by S-Ranked criminals under the name of the Akatsuki. Should there be any clues indicating the presence of Yamanaka Ino or the Akatsuki, contact shinobi immediately.
"Seems as if your teammates have been deluded into believing you're still on their alignment." Sasori motioned to the flier. "And they don't specify which shinobi to contact, meaning any village's shinobi is available. They're narrowing our chances of remaining under a guise."
"Most of these were in this city?" She shuffled through the duplicates and copies.
"And around the bordering villages. I got one of my spies to gather these, otherwise I would've drawn attention to us had I collected these myself." His deep eyes narrowed just the slightest for her to perceive. "We wouldn't want to leave a trail for them to follow."
Her hands tightened around the wad of papers, wrinkles beginning to crease them. "What do we do then?"
"Naturally, since the sun is beginning to set, we'd leave at dark." He cleared his wooden throat. "However, knowing how intelligent the Konoha forces are, they'd highly expect exposed criminals like us would escape in the cloak of night. So in that case -" Sasori drew a finger to the descending orb of sunlight, "we leave at dawn, when the sun begins to rise. That way, the shinobi wouldn't foresee our escape as much, and the villagers of this city will be asleep and not a nuisance."
His tactics peaked her mentality - he wasn't just planning from their side and the opponent's, he was taking factors of every possible threat -even nature and humanity- and sealing it with one possibility. "And?" She found herself speaking. "If we do run into shinobi, in spite of planning out our movements? What'll we do then?"
Sasori's eyes were sharp as his eyebrows bound into a short glare. "Stupid girl," he muttered, "these precautions are merely to ensure we don't have any distractions from delaying our movements and attempts at the Jinchuuriki. If we do end up being confronted by them," his umber eyes seemed to have glinted maliciously, "I won't hold back in killing them."
A shock of ice shot down her spine. She could stop Deidara and the plan from involving them, but how could she stop Sasori from laying a finger on them? "Don't..." Ino wanted to augment her voice, but she couldn't muster the will to speak up. "Don't do that."
Sasori leaned forward, lowering his head to level his eyes with hers. "What could someone like you," his tone was degrading, "do to me?"
Get a grip, Ino! Her mind amplified the thought, stop letting them walk all over you! He can't do anything to you! Every elapsing second of his penetrating eyes made her quiver with discomfort as her hands clenched onto the sheets of the bed. If he did anything to her teammates...
"Danna," her gaze faltered as she saw Deidara's arm suddenly act as a barrier between the two as he stood, moving Sasori back. "stop patronizing her like that, un. The last thing we want is for her to get distracted." The look in Deidara's eyes told her that he didn't want her fearful... or maybe he didn't want Sasori so close to her - both, perhaps? Regardless, a grateful twinge of relief echoed inside. Despite his hard, inexperienced nature in feelings and emotions, he had a sense of her own feelings, and her heart swooned.
"Idiot, you'll be the one that's distracted if you're merely keeping your eyes on her."
"Are you done now?" Deidara snorted. "Can you leave? I want to continue my business with her, un." She knew his intimate, implying tone was only a false way of pissing Sasori off. Her cheeks were painting pink as her teeth gritted with chagrin, the sheets of the bed being strangled even harder. He caught her deadly eye and gave her a small smirk.
"Actually," Sasori pulled another sheet of paper out and locked his wooden jaw. "not yet. I'd still like to discuss the procedures we'll take out while we deal with the Nine-Tails." The puppet master's eyes flickered to hers once again. "Are you able to listen to these instructions with ease, at the least? Any sign of hesitation could ruin the whole plan."
The Yamanaka swallowed. "I'll try my best."
"Well then..." A wooden finger landed on the first point of the paper. "this is where the operation of the Kyuubi's capture begins."
The whole plan was so simple, yet clever. Never had Ino felt so vital in a team or procedure - never. Even if she was just bait, it meant she'd be significant on both sides. An alien euphoria sprouted in her chest at the thought, but she kept it hidden with a straight expression.
"So this starts tomorrow?"
Sasori nodded stiffly. "According to the information we have, the Jinchuuriki is on a mission currently. His whereabouts are being investigated now, but he should be somewhere nearby this land."
The Yamanaka heaved in a breath. "Okay."
"That'd be all. I should leave the two of you together - Deidara is getting anxious with my being here."
Her eyes shifted to Deidara, who was no longer leaning on the bed, but now against the wall with enveloped arms. He had darted Sasori pungent eyes, too quickly for her to realize whether she had seen it or not. "Whatever, un." He had snorted. Sasori was already absconding the room, exiting quietly with the door shut.
Ino propped her palms behind her and leaned into the structure of her arms, the sinking of the mattress cushioning softly. "Anxious?"
A small squeal trembled out her lips when he shoved her onto the bed, hard but somehow gentle and protecting. "I won't see you much tomorrow, will I, un?" There was something about how his eyes roved past her that made her inner self jump. "You'll be alright?"
His words dawned upon her - she thought it over once, before giving a small, deflated nod. "I guess we won't... And I'll be fine, don't worry about it." She smiled, her voice full of confidence and certainty that made him satisfied.
"That's good. Though..." He shook his head. "not seeing you will be unfortunate," he sighed and allowed his gaze to drop, metallic blue eyes smoldering fierily. She felt a thumb stroke her hair as a small, lazy smile began to pull at the corners of his lips. "I'll cherish the time I have with you now then, huh? Maybe something to keep us both hyped for tomorrow, un."
Shudders began to slowly scale up her spine from the bare concept of the unknown. Moments elapsed, and her throat was beginning to parch at how slow time was moving. Having him above her, secured to the mattress, slips of excitement reeling atypical to what she was familiar with...
"Well?" He breathed, the heat of his breath was beginning to cloud her senses. One hand continued to sensuously stroke, whilst the other hand motioned circularly against her hip. She felt confined under the cage of his body, but come what may, she liked it. A lot.
Ino could only imagine he was enabling her to say something. "Deidara," her breaths of air were beginning to sound like pants. In spite of her efforts, she couldn't muster the strength to finish the sentence, or even remember what she was going to say. A whimper escaped her lips and her fingers clung onto the fabric of his loose cloak as the tormenting began. "...please do."
Deidara heard a subtle, incoherent but approving whisper steam from her mouth, and this was his initiation. He slinked both of his hands down onto her hips, pinning her down as he mounted himself above her. Slowly, eager lips lowered onto her neck, grazing her milky skin as they gently moved to leave a thin trail of saliva. He was persecuting her as his mouth would suck whimsically on her throat, and his lips would curl and harden.
He pressed his mouth deeper into a particular area of her neck, earning a low, strong and husky growl that suddenly overpowered her delicate persona as she seized the collar of his cloak and pulled towards her. Instantly, his mouth met hers rapaciously, and the two pairs of lips wrestled for dominance over one another. She wasn't used to someone having such power over her - not in this area, no. But it was arousing, and for once she was willing to give them their way.
She was the one starting the event, and oh, she wanted him so bad. Her hands were at the collar once more, and she began to pull the two flaps apart. Each button plucked apart, the sound of it torturing his patience as his muscles tensed in anticipation. The cloak was off but she wasn't done; he groaned. Her curvy hands slipped underneath the mesh of his uniform, slowly rising up his abdomen and he wondered if she was tempting him on purpose. She was dangerously slow while pulling his shirt off, but once it was gone, he lurched at her.
Unlike her, he wasted no time shredding her clothing off. First her tore the buttons of her top apart and wrestled her curves out of it, before lowering to her skirt, which was as simple as pulling off. She looked bare in her bra and underwear, but his hunger wasn't near satisfied yet. Ino leaned her body against his, giving his arms better access to the back of her bra. She giggled slightly at his inexperience when he fumbled with the clasps, but it didn't matter when her bra came loose after unhooking.
He hastily dragged it off as her large, full and burnished breasts appeared in sight. It didn't take long for him to lean in and press his body against hers, the volume of her breasts once more cushioning him for that day. Hands at her abdomen, the tongues flicked, carressed and teased her body. He planted his mouth onto her neck once more, and the sensation of three tongues stroking her drove her to he borders.
She pushed him away. Stripping pace had changed. Her hands feistily flew to his pants. Unbuttoned. Pulled them off. Pulled his underwear off. And just as she began to believe she was the one with power, her back hit the mattress and he straddled her from above. Just the feel of his naked body on top of her made her mind numb with lust, the desperation throbbing in her veins. She surrendered - succumbed to him and allowed him the domination. Whether she'd expected it or not, he took hold of her thighs and pressed against her harder. A lascivious groan emitted from her lips and she entangled her fingers in his hair, pulling out of spite. Off went his forehead protector, and then the ribbon that tied his hair.
His torso dipped forward, and while entangled with her thighs, fingers hooked the rim of her underwear. Her effort was present when she shimmied it off while he tugged. An intoxicated smile swept over his face as he curtly tossed it to the side. The air was hot and thick from the warmth of their breathing - it made things all the better. She sharply gasped when Deidara firmed her hips to the bed as he pushed his groin against her. Once again, her breathing hitched, eyes widened, and hands mindlessly clutched the sheets.
Deidara wasn't inside of her, but he rocked anyway. Thrill and pleasure pulsated through her body in waves at his rhythm as he rode her gently. Was he teasing? Taunting? Her hands flew elsewhere; to his back, where they gripped onto his damp-with-sweat shoulder blades encouragingly. She moaned loudly - louder than he'd ever heard from her. The feeling of his groin brushing against hers, back and forth, back and forth was pure cruelty. It was too gentle though, and from there on, she knew he was toying around. Tantalizing, in fact.
Somewhere during the teasing ride though, she had lost her lips only to speak noises lust. Her clutch on his hard, bold shoulder blades tightened as she clung to him. This was his approval to fully indulge himself.
Without any warning, his hips slammed into hers while he held her down. Ino squeezed her eyes shut and released a cry, the instant pleasure at his thrust shattering her mind. He continued on. Pelvis driving forward until his length slowly entered her warm, full folds, she screamed in shock at the painful and pleasurable sensation. He was slowly shifting himself into her, felt like her entrance was lodging as much space for him. Both of them tensed and she heard his sharp intake of breath before opening her legs wider, for an easier entrance. It was an uncomfortable stiff feeling, but when he was fully in, she nearly lost her breath as sex gripped her mind. They carried on. The tongues of his hands licked away at her hips, wet as he lowered his head to her and stole his lips in hers. With very plunge he took, she wanted to scream and moan and holler but his mouth wouldn't allow it. Her nails dug into his back, fueling his mind with erratic sensations that kept him going.
His thrusts were unpredictable; volatile rams that sent surges of pleasure with each force. Ino didn't understand it before - she'd never done something like this, didn't know how to do it. But she finally knew as her body was moving naturally, instinctively and on its own, and it felt so right. Her body arched into his, knees bucked as her hips drove right back into his. They were working as one - pelvises and hips colliding and connecting into one another desperately.
They were so far in - his length beating inside of her, as their two bodies entangled into one another. She wanted to meet the peak of it - the maximum pleasure - by hurling her body harder but she didn't want the searing pleasure to ever end in spite of it. Pants, moans and cries - animalic sounds coming from their mouths as they held out. The kiss was torn, somewhere in their desirous oblivion had gotten lost, and she found her mouth as his shoulder, nipping and biting at every ripple of carnal delight. Deidara growled loudly, his heavy breaths brushing her face, and aroused her.
"Dei...dara - !" she yelled.
He could barely hear the words behind the haze of his roaring mind, but the urge in her force drove him to his maximum. He thoughtlessly released all of his power, thrusting as vigorously as he could into her. The bed shook and striked fiercely with his motions, but it didn't hinder. Ino cried violently, her moans and yells writhed under the force of his body. More... She needed more, needed him closer, deeper, stronger.
Underneath his hands and behind her arising gasps, as he finally thrust once more, he felt her body suddenly contract and release before he did.
They met their climax as the pleasure blasted through them, the ripples crumpling their bodies and rocking them to the core where the pleasure gripped on and shattered into bliss. She gasped, clinging as they crumbled into a heavenly paroxysm of ecstasy and rapture.
Still and silent, barring their cloudy breaths, Deidara collapsed onto her, dazed. She could feel his damp skin, but even more, could feel the sweat she was giving off. Her hands held on. Their bodies couldn't get any closer than they were. Though she could hardly feel move her body, she didn't want the moment to end.
Once he'd stabilize himself, he'd dragged himself off of her and to her side, arms encircled her petite figure. "...Are you tired, un?"
She wanted to giggle, but it was only quelled by her need of air. "...A little bit, yeah." The short laugh staggered, a real sign of her exhaustion.
"Sleep, then."
Ino was too overwhelmed to even consider the thought of resting. Having him so close, aroused, naked and bare was too enthralling for her to grasp her mind and peace. But nonetheless, she tried. Her heavy eyelids shut, and she nestled into the coziness. Falling asleep had never felt any better.
That night, not once did her heart slow down from its quick, thrilling pace. Not once did he let go of her.
Ino had expected to wake up flawlessly - a morning delineated by a golden sunshine, the melodious birds crooning. She'd expected to wake up to his face, to glow joyfully at the sight of it. But she didn't. Her dream was struck by a cloth hitting her face and unsteadily, it woke her.
"Wake up, fools."
That's Sasori's voice... Head muzzy, she struggled with opening her eyes. "What...? Wha're you... doing here?" Stabilizing her vision, pulling herself upright, she scanned around herself before sucking a strained breath. "...Wha... G-get OUT!" Screeching from embarrassment was probably the worst way to react, but it was her instinct. "Get out now!" Naked. She was naked. Only the covers of the bed -which she assumed Deidara had pulled onto them overnight- hid her body from the puppeteer. The naked blonde next to her didn't mitigate her.
Sasori's eyes merely flickered away as she raised the covers for guard.
"...What are you yelling about...un?" Beside her, Deidara shifted wearily with arms continuing to hold onto her waist.
"D-D-Deidara, tell him to leave!"
He was slow to discern her words, but at the moment his eyes cracked open, the Akatsuki flinched upright. "D-Danna, what the hell?" A dangeorus scowl twisted his lips, an icy glare focused.
"I explained to you yesterday that we commence today at dawn." Sasori was curt, keeping his eyes away from the flustered duo. "You know I don't like to wait, so you could've followed orders, but you didn't so I had no choice but to come in." He feigned an awkward cough. "...You two were quite intimate last night, it seems."
Ino groaned in mortification as she bowled over to curtain her flushed face and secured the covers tighter, allowing the discomfort to swamp her.
He continued, "I honestly would've never guessed, Deidara."
Deidara disregarded the words ad glanced between both Sasori and the kunoichi; Ino was bare, and Sasori was just ahead of them. An alarm thundered his chest before he narrowed his eyes before barking out of fury. "Get out of the room, and don't even dare looking at her, un! We'll get ready to leave - just get out!"
"One thing - that cloak," his chin motioned to the cloth in Ino's hands, "is for you to wear, Yamanaka. Safety measures - we can't risk being caught." The slate-eyed criminal gave him a daring eye before he swept out of the door, shutting it tight.
"Th-that was so embarrassing," Ino swallowed. Her cheeks were painted scarlet, a hue of her humiliation. "I should've worn clothes before going to bed. He almost saw my b-boo.. yeah"
Deidara cleared his throat. "Uhm, you're okay though... are you?"
"Yeah... Thanks for that." Taking one hand to even out her hair as she spoke, her eyes flickered to him. "And for pulling the over covers too, it was a little cold tonight." A small thankful smiled spread from corner to corner.
He smirked wickedly. "You looked cold, all naked and whatnot, un."
She flushed and huddled into her shoulders. "It's okay if you see, just no one else." She knew he was taking possession of her; from the way he had protectively reacted to Sasori to how he treated her so dominantly. It wasn't something she was familiar with, being overpowered in a relationship. It was usually her hanging onto the other. But she liked this. She liked being his, and belonging to him. Not that she'd say it outwardly - he'd only taunt her devilishly.
"The two of you," a voice criticized from the wall, "better be getting ready. I don't like to wait, you brats. Haven't I repeated myself too many times?"
An incensed scoff came from the bomber's mouth, and he dragged himself out of the bed to dress himself.
Ino stole a quick chance to glance at his naked contours before slipping from under the sheets herself. Unlike him, who was lenient in his pace, she hastened into her attire. The cloak Sasori had tossed her was a dusky, ashy shade, large and loose over her thin build. Throwing it on quickly, Ino glanced out the arced window.
Dawn was near - the time was coming.
The sun was peeking over the line of the horizon, a rich and golden radiance merging with the fading dark sky. They'd taken a short period to fully prepare, but afterwards gathered with Sasori and Tobi. Assembling by the entrance of the diminutive village together was of ease, but their objective would be a lot harder.
"You remember the plan?" Sasori's flat voice inquired, scrutinizing them individually.
They nodded. She hadn't realized it, but her hands were quivering uncontrollably, and as much as she'd stiffen them, they'd break from her resistance and tremble even more. Too overwhelmed, her teeth dug into her lower lip anxiously. "Scared, un?" A voice whispered into her ear. The breath tickled her, though it was a soothing sensation.
"A little..." A shaky laugh exuded. "But... I promise, I won't mess up." Not this time. This time, she had a role that was vital. A role that couldn't be replaced by the ones she was working with. Behind her anxiousness, she felt invigorated to be working alongside a team once again, and to possess a key role in her team was more than she was used to. Naturally, she was only support in Team 10, and even then, they could've finished their duties without her like they'd done so many times. Gratitude, it almost felt like, for being given such a position in a team like this.
"Put your hair down." The order came from Sasori. "It gives a better effect. Make sure you're grimy too."
She felt the grimace tug on her lips. 'Grimy' was the worst way to motivate her, not that he looked like the motivating type at all. Nevertheless, Ino obliged and pulled the tie from her hair. Cornsilk tresses of hair gracefully feathered her skin and fell and reluctantly, her hand scrunched to add to a scruffy appearance. Disdain, she felt; she could almost feel the quality of her hair crumbling in her hands.
"This is important, Yamanaka. Stop worrying about your hair."
"I know, I'm just trying to distract myself."
Deidara tugged the sleeve of her cloak and permitted her to turn and face him. "You'll be fine, un. Don't think about what you're doing. Just think about how you won't do this again when it's over, un." The sight of him was nothing but comforting. Last night's doings truly did give her the spunk and energy she needed. Gave her eagerness, lifted her spirits and whatnot.
Naruto... Did Naruto matter much anymore? The hesitance she had felt the day before was disintegrating and beginning to fade. If Naruto was gone, Konoha wouldn't have any reason to pursue the Akatsuki, apart from revenge. Their chances for safety would thicken, wouldn't it? She felt pity for him - to classify his capture like that, but it was her only way of seeing it.
"You all understand where your positions stand, correct?"
The group nodded. Noticing how unfazed, how confident and sure they seemed, she couldn't help but inwardly gloat at how they probably had faith in her as well.
"Spread out!"
The team slowly dispersed. Deidara had summoned a clay bird, hopped onto it and ascended into the sky while Tobi scuttled in the same direction. She was doubtful to be working with Sasori, but knew that she needed to entrust him.
"Hurry, go. Two o'clock direction, remember." He muttered. Nodding briefly, Ino drew on her hood and sprinted into the direction. Behind her, the puppeteer faded into the shadows. While knowing she wasn't alone, she couldn't help but be consumed by lonesome feeling around her. Sasori's here, watching. Don't worry. Pushing herself forward, the kunoichi rocketed forward.
Galloping through the woods seemed to have lasted for an eternity. The wind glazed her skin as she sifted through the trees, keeping on track to the direction Sasori had ordered her to follow. In the distance of the dawn, a song of explosions ricocheted from the sky, through the forest. It would be no surprise if Deidara was enjoying himself, engaging with Kakashi.
A hiss - Sasori's - ordered for her to stop, and she dropped over onto her hips. Sasori's presence began to dwindle and fade, before nothing of him was traceable.
Footsteps approached, crunching on twigs, and on cue, slumped further into her hip as if injured. Her legs limply remained on the grass, and she tucked her chin in whilst weighing herself on her palms. While running, she'd taken Sasori's advice and made sure to gather as much dirt, scuffs and fragments as possible. Even cutting herself a few times for blood. Whatever could contribute. All in all, though she couldn't see herself, but she knew her performance was convincing.
"...I-Ino...? Is that you?" The voice was so authentic. It nearly shattered her mind at simply hearing it. It truly had been a while.
Yamanaka Ino found her lips and rasped,
"N-Naruto... help me..."
A/N:
HAHA, you thought the springs scene would be lemon, oh nonono. It's kind of like an
extra treat for you, but it's because I had too many ideas & couldn't decide what to do so I included it, lol.
Ohhhh, such a long chapter. And a long wait, I might mention. XD
I should've stated this a little earlier, but I had been planning on completing the story soon. Me being compulsive & all,
I think the story will end on the 30th chapter. It may seem abrupt, I understand,
but as I said before, the chapters will be much longer, like this one for example, lol.
My struggle will probably be transitioning smoothly into the final chapter, I guess
but with your support, I'm something will work out -heart.
Oh but ending this will be so sad ;A; I'll miss writing this fic.
Thanks a ton for reading, you guys, I really love youuuuu. Once again, sorry for the long wait
as I say EVERY chapter, ahaha. I'll try not to take as long, since it's summer & all,
but no guarantees! For those of you who are worrying about this
story being incompleted - DO NOT WORRY. I've been working on chapters
very, very slowly, hehe.
again, thanks for reading! reviews are much appreciated ^^.
xoxo, the end of the long A/N.
