Cw: sex scene
Chapter 3
If this were a dream
I would surely
see you again-
why must waking love
be left incomplete?
Ino stood back and looked at his hand as though it were tainted.
"You… you were a kunoichi?" Cee spat.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Ino avoided his gaze. Her pale skin could not hide the heat on her face.
"Bullshit!" He exclaimed.
What was this feeling? Anger? Embarrassment? Betrayal? That was a night he cherished, from what little he could remember of it. Then she shows up and reveals it was all just a fluke.
"A fucking kunoichi trap, and I fell for it." Cee held his hands to his face. "Kill me now."
"Hey now, that was forever ago. We're not supposed to bring up the past." Ino defended but felt equally ready to die. That night was one she buried in her memories and wanted to forget.
"Easy for you to say." Cee slumped back onto the tree he was under just moments before. "How many secrets did you take from my mind? What damage did you Konoha dogs do with that info?"
Ino stood there dumbfounded, knowing it was a rhetorical question. Of all the hoops one could have thrown, her one and only former seduction mission was not on her bingo card. Jogging her memory of the event, she thought she erased his memory of the whole thing.
Cee sat for a long while with his face covered, Ino stood by defenseless, not sure if she should haul ass back to Konoha or to Kumo without him.
Suddenly he stood, taking a deep breath. "Let's just go to Kumo." He announced, the emotion drained from his face.
She nodded quietly and followed him.
The two only spoke when absolutely necessary until nightfall. The tension could be cut with a knife.
The two made efficient time running most of the way and ended up in the Land of Lightning by nightfall.
"We're still far away from Kumogakure so we'll rest for now and make our way to Kumo at sunrise." Cee explained with all the enthusiasm of a dead fish.
He was simply following instructions given by his raikage.
"Right," Ino nodded and helped make camp.
It wasn't long before the two were sitting on opposite sides of a fire, trying not to stare at each other.
Despite avoiding eye contact the two couldn't help but mull over their shared event to themselves.
It was something Ino did one time while she was in a dark place. Not that there was any shame in the game, all shinobi needed to do whatever it took to get the job done. However, after turning 18 and mourning over Asuma, she found herself taking on missions she didn't before.
Looking at Cee, she felt a mix of anger and guilt. She knew the anger was her own embarrassment at the whole thing, nobody wants to stare a bad one-night-stand-you-seduced-for-intel in the face on a joint mission.
Cee's eyes met with hers for a brief moment before he quickly turned, looking at how fascinating that fire was.
"Look," Ino began. She was going to tell him she was sorry for the past, try and work on some quick closure and move on as besties just like their five villages intended.
"Let's not." Cee spat, still looking at that mighty neat fire between them.
"Fine." Ino returned the hostility. "Jerk."
Cee's eye twitched but remained unmoving.
After time, he looked up to see her dozing off on the tree she was leaned up against.
His gaze on her was intense and would have looked angry to anybody observing but in his mind there was more turmoil than that.
She grabbed his hands, the lightning struck and the floral scent wrapped around him. "I'll show you." he recalled it as a whisper. But there was no way one could whisper in a nightclub bumping generic music.
She played the lead on the floor, she twirled around him so much he became dizzy. Dizzy and intoxicated from the alcohol and the charms of a beautiful woman.
Next thing he recalled, he played the lead in the bedroom. There was a blank block of how they ended up there or where they were. All he knew was he was carrying the most beautiful woman he had ever seen some place for a night.
Lips met in a movement that was far more intimate than any one night stand had business being. The alcohol removed all his inhibitions and he just wanted to feel something that was his and his alone. The gods graced him with a beauty that would be that vessel to put it all into.
The kisses were slow and sweet but his hands were quickly feeling up her body in yearning. Her hair felt like silk and her skin soft like her lips.
Her hands ran through his blonde spiky hair as his hand traveled up her thigh and under her dress.
The kiss was broken, Cee nuzzled his face into her neck as his hands made little effort into ripping her underwear.
A primal urge filled him and replaced the artificial courage the alcohol had given him before.
Legs wrapped around him and he found himself laying on top of her in the bed.
His upper body was propped by his arms, exposing the muscles that traced them. Looking at her face for the first time in a while, her head was turned to the side, not glancing his way. Her cheeks were rosy and her expression looked flustered.
Cupping her cheek she looked up at him with a reassuring smile that gave him a needed boost of confidence.
Starting with her lips he kissed her softly, leaving trails down her body as he pulled the thin fabric of the dress with him. He was straddled on his knees, tossing her garment aside and looking at her. Her body was like a canvas before the first drop of paint touched it. Even though she was so brazen as to approach him with a dance, in that moment in only her bra, she looked innocent.
She watched silently, he removed his shirt in solidarity so she didn't feel too uncomfortable being exposed under him.
Everything about this encounter was out of his element, but his body was in autopilot like it knew exactly what to do in this situation to keep her here with him and comfortable.
She took her time sitting up but without hesitation left gentle trails of her nail marks down his chest.
He grunted, feeling the instant sensation reaching to his groin and with it he knew he was growing hard. The thought crossed the back of his mind that alcohol can inhibit that if consumed too much but his body didn't fail him tonight.
Pushing her hair aside, he began the match with taking off her bra in between his own moans. She was scratching and leaving love marks across his chest and it was driving him into madness. He was losing more control each millisecond she touched him.
They took turns undressing each other, until the blonde stranger had him out of his clothes too.
His member was pulsating at the thought of her mouth around it but he knew he'd be sent over the edge too quickly and wanted to take his time.
"Lay back," he instructed her softly.
Her obeying without question just turned him on all the more. But when he knelt down between her legs, she hesitated.
"No, wait…" He could feel the tension in her voice.
"I want to," He assured her, feeling invigorated at the thought he would be the first to do this to her.
It looked gorgeous to him, like a pink budding flower. Definitely there was nothing more he wanted to do right now.
When his tongue reached her, her body jolted and he heard air escape her lips. It was music to him as he began exploring every inch of her orchard. His tongue moved in different directions and speeds, adjusting to whatever she found most pleasurable. His tongue was never far away from her hard bud that he knew would stimulate her into an orgasm.
The beauty could hardly contain herself as his tongue trailed from her sensitive spot to crawling inside of her.
Cee wrapped his arms under her thighs and held her in place as he felt her orgasm rising up from the movement of her body.
He wasn't a woman but he knew the heat was building in her from every involuntary twitch her body made.
"I'm… I'm…" she covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming out.
He removed his tongue from within her and continued the pace on her orgasm spot.
He moaned with her as her body tensed into the climax and held his position until he felt her body relax under his grip.
He kissed the inside of her thighs and made his way up to her face.
The two shared a passionate kiss, and he couldn't help but smile at the bliss etched on her face.
"Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear you." He instructed.
She silently nodded, still buzzing from her post-orgasm.
Not giving her anymore time he propped himself between her legs. He couldn't wait a second longer, he had to take her now. He felt as though he would die if he waited any more to be inside her. The thought of his dick coating the inside of her pink walls was too much.
He positioned himself above her, making sure she was ready, too.
The two maintained eye contact when he entered slowly.
Cee let out a quiet grunt in his throat at the sensation. Everything about it felt amazing.
The thrusting continued as their bodies became one in sync with each movement.
Every moment for Cee was ecstasy and he felt a different type of drunk now. Whoever she was, whatever she was, she was his type of high. His pace picked up more and he felt her arms reach around his neck and her thighs lock around him.
It was too much.
It was moronic to think but he felt in love with this gorgeous stranger, never wanting this night to end.
Her thighs were wrapped around his back and her hands tussled through his hair as she kissed the side of his face lovingly. He moved in and out of her with desperation. Ready to fall off the edge, the sensation of her wrapped around him sent him to the cliff.
The pelvic maneuver each time rubbed against her clit and she felt the sensation building up in her again.
"I'm about to…" He began with strained breathing.
"Me, too." She huffed.
He held out as long as he could, until he felt her body pulsating under him.
With one final thrust, he pulled out of her and felt the hot liquid pour out he had no control over.
He felt his body go to putty and he collapsed beside her. The two melted together, as she cradled him into her frame and held onto him.
Cee thought it must have looked comical on the outside, her holding him, but in that moment he never felt safer or more comfort. The two had some small talk but mostly he felt beyond sleepy and could barely hold his eyes open.
She hummed to him with her fingers twirling his hair as he passed out.
Next thing he knew, he woke up late morning with no sign of her.
She was gone.
The whole thing seemed like a fever dream except the marks left on him and Darui confirming she existed.
Cee lazily poked at the fire for the hundredth time. Ever since that night he thought back on that encounter with the mysterious goddess fondly. Once in a blue moon he'd think of her and wonder what she was doing, if she even existed. He ran through the possibility that she was even a kitsune that transformed into a beautiful woman and seduced him for his life force.
He agonized that she left without a word. If she had stuck around, he would have at least exchanged the basic info with her instead of disappearing into the night. Instead he got ghosted, and he never forgot.
But here she was, returning as his worst nightmare.
Watching her sleep, he was convinced she probably was a kitsune and he imagined how many men she destroyed in her wake to maintain her human form.
Darui told him for weeks he was being incredibly dumb for being hung up on a girl he didn't even know the name to, but Cee was the all or nothing type like that. In a rare moment he let himself go and he caught some feelings in the process.
His friend and teammate was right: he was incredibly dumb. He caught feelings for a kunoichi that was only there to use him and destroy his village with his own mind. Now that he saw she was a Yamanaka it all made perfect sense: she could have probed his mind without problem back then, even if he weren't drunk. But that lapse in judgment made him nothing more than a rabbit to a fox with him out cold intoxicated.
Ino's eyes fluttered open, her long eyelashes batting away the sleep.
Cee turned his head and cursed himself for still finding her beautiful. Objectively, speaking.
She was attractive on the outside but clearly a monster.
"I can take watch now." Ino deadpanned, stretching a bit from the couple hours of uncomfortable sleep.
"Don't worry about it, I'll do it." He replied with an even duller tone, not making eye contact.
"Then I guess we'll both stay up because I said I'll take watch." She huffed.
Without a word, C turned his back to her and laid down on his sleeping bag. He wasn't going to be able to fall asleep, but he was at least going to pretend he was.
After several minutes of silence he heard pages to a book turning. Every minute or so he could hear another gentle flip sound. She was reading a book.
Reading while on watch was something only one would do if they were arrogant enough in their sensor skills or desperately trying to stay awake.
Given that she was a Yamanaka, she must have been confident in her ability.
Arrogant Konoha dogs. All of them.