It was now or never. She looked over at Kurenai with a silent plea. Taking the hint, Kurenai stood up, pulling Asuma with her. "I think it's time for us to head home." She turned to Shizune with a knowing smile. "It was good catching up. Stop spending all your time locked in the tower and come out with us more often," she scolded in what could almost be a mom voice.
Genma turned toward Shizune as he stood. "I guess that means it's time for us to head out too—come on, I'll walk you home."
Shizune wanted to dance with glee. Instead she kept an even face. "What makes you think I need help getting home?"
"I'm sure you are a very capable woman Shizune, but the journey is more pleasant with a friend." He winked again. Those winks might just be the death of her.
"Let's go, then." They walked out of the bar, and Shizune regretted not bringing a jacket. It wasn't cold, but the cool breeze was a bit much for her flimsy dress. She shivered slightly.
Genma leaned in and put his arm around her shoulders. She slid a slim arm around his waist and pulled him in close. "Kurenai's right, you know."
"About what?"
"You are spending far too much time in that tower. How long have you been back?"
"Three or four months. It all blurs together."
"And how many days off have you had?" he asked, in a tone that suggested he knew the answer as well as she did.
"Assuming no emergency, tomorrow will be my first. Turn here," she indicated as they went down the next street to her apartment.
"You're working way too much. You should take some time for yourself."
Shizune paused for just a moment, before throwing caution to the wind she responded, "You're one to talk," She bit her lip and turned to look at him. "Cougar."
Genma almost dropped his senbon. The amusement was dancing in Shizune's eyes. "What makes you say that?" He spoke so casually, but Shizune could see him thinking hard. It was all she could do not to laugh.
"ANBU uniforms leave little to the imagination." She grinned mischievously as she reached down and squeezed his ass lightly. "And you can't help but notice this." Internally she was screaming at herself to stand down, but watching his senbon fall to the ground gave her a sudden boost of confidence and put a smug smile on her face. "Don't worry, your secrets are safe with me," she whispered as she came to a stop and turned her head to look up. "This is me."
He turned to her, trailing his hand down her arm until he lightly held her hand. "This was fun."
"It was. I needed it." He was just looking at her now, and she felt like her skin was on fire. He never replaced in senbon, and she was wondering if he was ever going to make the move and just kiss her already. "Want to come up for a drink?" She managed to say in what she hoped was a confident voice.
"I've already had a few too many drinks."
"Well then, one more couldn't hurt." She turned away and started climbing the stairs not waiting for his reply.
Please be behind me. Please be behind me.
She didn't look back. As she started to put the key in the lock his arms circled her waist from behind. Hot breath tickled her neck and she leaned her head back and to the side just a bit to give him better access whispering, "Guess you haven't had enough after all."
He nibbled her neck lightly before whispering into her ear, "Maybe I am just getting started."
Shizune opened the door and pulled him inside, kicking off her shoes she turned in his arms. "What else do you have in mind?"
The arms around her waist pulled her to him. She leaned in anticipating his kiss. As they met she was surprised how soft his lips were, and how gently they moved against her own.
The mission research had been building anticipation for days. Add a respectable amount of alcohol to an evening of light flirting, and she was ready to explode. She felt like her senses were in overload. His body was pushed against hers, hard and strong. He smelled so good earthy, clean, and all man. She could taste the sake on his lips. It was all so overwhelming.
She let him back her up until she felt her legs hit something solid. Her desk. The desk where the scroll was hidden for him to find. She smiled at herself for getting him where she wanted him, and because his hands were beginning to move in delightful ways. His hands slid to her ass, to lift her onto her desk before sliding back up her body slowly. One hand settled on her back to hold her close, the other had found its way into her hair. He held her gaze for a moment. She wondered if he was giving her time to back out. She put both arms around his neck and pulled him to her.
His kiss wasn't light this time. It was so heavy, and full of need. It was like she was flying and burning all at once. His lips moved against hers demandingly as he hands glided up her back to her hair. He pulled back for just a moment, smiling at her before tilting her head to kiss her again, fully. There was no hesitation. He nibbled her bottom lip, causing her to gasp. He took full advantage and glided his tongue into her mouth. Not to be outdone, she sucked it lightly. This time it was Genma that gasped.
She pulled the bandana from his head and ran her fingers through his soft hair, giving it an experimental tug, earning a smirk in response. God she loved that smirk.
Genma couldn't keep his hands still. They were sliding down her back, over her neck. He wanted to touch her everywhere. Without realizing it, all thoughts of his mission were completely forgotten. He could only think about the here and now. And right now, he wanted her. Not for a mission, not for Root. He just wanted to see how many more squeaks and gasp he could pull from her. He broke their kiss and slowly starting kissing along her neck down the the thin strap of her dress. His hands were moving up brushing along the underside of her breast. Her breath was coming in quick gasps interlaced with soft moans. He felt her hand fumbling with the zipper of his vest and moved back just a bit to give her room to remove it. It slid off his arms and hit the floor with a clunk of weapons being dropped. Shizune giggled. At that moment he knew he would never grow tired of hearing her giggle.
He pulled her in for another kiss, slowly stroking her tongue with his, losing himself in her. Their tongues slid along each other almost naturally. Like they belonged together. His hands were sliding up her thighs and under her dress. She shifted, lifting her herself off the table pulling back from him. For a moment he thought maybe he had pushed her too far. All doubt was washed away when she pulled her dress over her head. He had thought she was beautiful in black, but she was absolutely stunning in red. He let his eyes roam, taking it all in.
"Fuck," he groaned. "You're gorgeous." He kissed her again desperately. He broke his lips from hers and worked his way down her neck, Leaving hot, wet kisses behind. He hands slid along her back looking for the clasp of her bra.
She felt his hands sliding to the back of her strapless bra, exactly as she planned. He was so worked up, she knew he wouldn't notice the pin prick from the clasp. She had about 15 minutes, if she had calculated the dosage correctly. Better hurry this along. Her hands had found their way under his shirt, sliding greedily along the hard planes of muscle as her lover dropped the bra to the floor.
"Please," she moaned, tugging at his shirt to pull it over his head. It was barely more than a whisper but it was enough to get his attention.
"Please what?"
She could hear the smirk behind his question as he pulled away from her neck to help her remove his shirt. She took in the site of him. Shinobi bodies were a treasure, Shizune took in the full view.
With her bra gone, calloused fingers were caressing the underside of her breasts. She could feel his warm breath along her neck.
"Please more, I need more." She pleaded.
He pinched her nipple. Hard. Her back arched and she leaned into him. Nibbling her ear he mumbled, "What do you need?" Then he lowered himself to take a hardened nipple into his mouth sucking gently, watching her.
"I need to come." She pled as she squirmed beneath him touch, and she wasn't acting. She needed it. She only hoped she had enough time before he passed out.
He released her nipple with a pop. Placing his forehead to hers and meeting her heated gaze he whispered, "All you ever have to do is ask."
Genma slid his hands down slowly-torturously slowly. Across her hard stomach to her soft hips where his thumbs caught the red lace of very wet panties. He looked up making eye contact before he pulled them down. He then slowly kissed his way back up her legs, her inner thighs, as he pushed them apart. Suddenly he was pulling her to the edge of the desk and she reclined back, knocking everything off. She couldn't really see his face, but his eyes were dancing with laughter.
He slid a finger across her warmth, separating her folds. "Look at you, you're so wet for me." His voice was deep and dripping with lust. "I'm going to make you come so hard." He leaned forward and plunged his tongue into her slit.
She gasped as her hips rose off the desk. Shizune was lost. She couldn't remember how she got here, the mission, or her plan. All she could do was squirm and moan as his glorious tongue devoured her. She wove her hands into his hair to tug it as she pushed him into her. He was licking and sucking at irregular intervals. Gliding his devious tongue in and out until she thought she would explode, then licking and sucking her clit. There seemed to be no pattern to it. She needed more...wanted more. There was a buring inside her building higher and higher. She was so close, so very close when she felt him pull away.
No not yet. Please don't be out yet.
She pushed him forward with a hand full of hair. "Please don't stop," she begged with fierce desperation in her voice.
A heartbeat later he slid a finger into her core, and she was flying.
"Yes…mmm...more." Suddenly one finger became two, moving in and out and pushing forward with each thrust. Her legs were trembling and she was on the edge, just waiting to fall over.
"That's it, baby. Let go. Come for me." Then he sucked her clit. Hard.
She was bucking her hips, trying to pull away from him. It was all so much. No one could take this much pleasure. He seemed to have anticipated her reaction because his free hand was holding her hip to keep her close as she rode out her orgasm. Then slowly he pulled back from her, placing gentle kisses along her thighs.
She felt him looking her over as he stood, surveying his work. As Genma wiped his mouth on his arm Shizune wondered how he could make even that sexy. Then he lifted her up and kissed her. It was soft and gentle. So different from the earlier kisses. She could taste herself of him all warm and musky. It was so satisfying. She felt his knees start to give and held him tightly as he passed out.