Shizune was still boneless and trying to catch her breath when he lost consciousness. She was barely able to hold him, but she had work to do, and the sooner she got it done the better. She took him to her room and laid him on the bed. She healed the tiny mark on his finger. It wouldn't do for him to notice it later. She removed his shoes, socks, and pants and placed him between the sheets. Then she very quietly left him alone.
She thought it best to leave all their clothes were they fell, but she did remove the pin from the bra. She checked the disheveled desk and noted that all the unlocked drawers were open to one degree or another by their activities. Well, at least that part went according to plan.
It was time for Phase Two. Still naked, she walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet under the sink. Pulling out a bottle of bleach, she removed a henge and now had a black shirt, pants, and a dry pair of panties. She dressed quickly and silently slipped outside.
Time wasn't an issue, but being seen could be. She crept through the shadows as she made her way to Genma's empty apartment. She slipped in through the bathroom window checking for traps as she landed soundless in his home. Her chakra only detected traps near the front door. She started her search.
Shizune didn't know what she was looking for, or what she hoped to find. The only truly alarming discovery were four different ANBU masks. Why would you need different ones? Was Danzo so distrusting of his own operatives it was his idea, or some kind of escape plan for Genma? There wasn't time to figure it out tonight. She had a good map of the place and needed to get back to her own bed. She slipped out the bathroom window, and back into the shadows taking a slightly longer route home.
Upon returning to her apartment, she removed her clothing, returned the henge, and placed the bleach back under the sink. She then slid into her bed to get a few well-earned hours of sleep. As soon as she was inbetween the sheets a hard body curled up against her back. She relaxed into his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.
She woke the next day with the warmth of Genma still enveloping her, and something hard against her ass. As much as she wanted to play with him some more, this was a mission. More loudly that necessary, she made her way to the shower.
Genma woke to the sound of the bathroom door. Like any good shinobi he woke alert when in a strange environment. He looked around, trying to remember how he got here. He remembered making out with Shizune, he remembered going down on her, and he remembered watching her come. He would never forget that. But that was the last thing he remembered.
How much did he drink? He hoped he hadn't forgotten anything important. He would never forgive himself if more happened and he didn't remember it. He pulled himself out of the bed and noted he still had on his boxers. Hopefully that meant he hadn't forgotten too much. He located his pants, pulled them on, and went in search of his shirt.
When he walked into the front room he careful looked everything over. He had been a bit distracted the night before. He smiled at the state Shizune's desk was in. Papers and scrolls scattered everywhere, the whole thing was a mess in the otherwise clean apartment. Except that one drawer that was still closed. He pulled a senbon from his vest leaving it on the floor. He quickly picked the lock and found what he needed. Hatake's mission report.
He pulled another scroll from his vest, and with a few quick hand signs had a copy of the text. He was locking the drawer back when he no longer heard the shower. He shoved the scroll into the vest and grabbed his shirt from the floor as Shizune emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel.
"G..good morning." Shizune couldn't believe she stuttered. She assumed he would slink out while she was in the shower. And she was unprepared for the heat his look held. Oh, and he didn't have his shirt on. Throughout her travels with Tsunade her partners have been civilians, and infrequent. She had forgotten just how alluring the shinobi body was.
"Hey." He was grinning again. Shizune thought that might be the sexiest grin she had ever seen.
Ignore it. Mission first. "So...um...give me a minute to get dressed." She disappeared into her room. She quickly dressed in shorts and a tank top. When she walked back out Genma was nowhere to be seen, but the sound of running water gave away his location. She desperately wanted to check the desk, but knew she didn't have enough time. She started the kettle and was pulling out cups when he returned.
"Tea?" She sounded more composed. Probably because he had put his shirt back on. He was eyeing her as if she was his prey.
"I'd love some." He was still coming closer. Before Shizune had time to think she found herself between Genma and the counter. He placed an arm on either side of her and boxed her in. She could smell him. All man. She fought the urge to breathe him in deeply. Without a word he reached behind her to pick up her selection of teas, then pulled away. Shizune allowed herself to exhale as the kettle whistled behind her. Genma dropped bags into two cups and Shizune added the water. She walked back into the front room and sat on her small sofa. Genma followed.
He actually looked a bit sheepish. The silence was heavy as they sipped their tea. Finally Genma broke it. "Did I pass out on your last night?"
Shizune was delighted, finally feeling like she had the upper hand. She cocked an eyebrow lifted the tea to her mouth. "Don't you remember?" She couldn't help but grin as she took a sip of her tea.
Genma was never fazed for long. He grinned back. "Oh." He leaned in closer. "I remember quite a lot." He took her cup, placing it on the table along with his own. "I remember drinking with a gorgeous woman." He leaned across her nuzzling against her neck. "I remember walking her home." His breath was warm and left her skin tingling. "I remember coming up for a nightcap." He was placing gentle kisses along her neck until he was at her ear, whispering, "I remember how you taste."
Shizune turned bright pink and pushed him back playfully. He fell dramatically with a laugh. "What I don't remember is what came next."
Shizune reclaimed her tea before answering, "You passed out."
"Thank god!"
Shizune wasn't sure if she was supposed to be offended here. He was glad he had passed out before anything else happened? Maybe he wasn't as attracted to her as she thought? This could be bad.
When she didn't say anything Genma added, "I would hate to think I blacked out and forgot what should have come next."
Shizune was surprised that she found this comforting, but decided to roll with it. She was already in the deep. What could it hurt? There was no rule against enjoying yourself on a mission.
"How do you plan on making it up to me?" she purred.
"With lunch. Let me run home and clean up. I'll be back in about an hour." Without waiting for a response, he gathered his things and walked out the door.