Ino stayed in her tent the rest of the day. She felt humiliated. She had been fooled into thinking that Shikamaru was different, but the truth was he was just like any other guy. She had contemplated running away to find Asuma and tell him the whole thing. But another thought lingered. The thought of revenge. I'll beat him at his own game, she thought with a smile.
Meanwhile Shikamaru kept a safe distance from the tent. He had considered going over to apologize, but the risk of getting yelled at overpowered the kind gesture. So he just sat around by the fire, poking it with a stick and feeling down right sick with himself.
The sun soon disappeared behind a mass of clouds that came rolling in from the east. Shikamaru thought he sensed rain in the air and decided to gather more firewood while it was still dry. He slowly walked toward the edge of the woods, hands in his pockets and kicking a stone as he went.
Ino waited until he was out of sight. She silently slipped out of the tent and hide behind it, her anticipation mounting as she watched for his return.
Ten minutes later, Shikamaru came back with an arm load of wood. He glanced over at the tent and wondered if Ino would ever speak to him again. He sighed, wishing she wouldn't keep punishing him like this. He had learned his lesson and swore to himself that he would never do it again.
He dropped the load under a tree and carried one piece to lay on the fire. He heard a noise behind him and spun around. Two piercing blue eyes stared him down as the familiar words "NINPOU SHINTENSHIN NO JUTSU!" echoed in his ears before everything went black.
Momentarily, she opened her eyes and looked around. Her body lay slumped in a heap by the tent.
"Ha!! Beat that!" she said with a voice that wasn't her own. She held out his hands and saw the veins streak up his muscular arms. She punched the air just for good measure and then quickly got to work.
First, his hair... She took the band off and his dark locks fell in her face.
Now, your shirt is going to come off... She peeled the mesh off and ran a hand down the smooth, tight chest.
And the pants... Her fingers paused at the buttons. Nah, that won't be necessary.
She went into the tent and found the wraps she had stashed in the corner. Sitting down on the ground outside she tied his feet together. With a strand of the wraps in his hand she reached around behind her and proceeded to tie his wrists together. Accomplishing her task she fell on the ground and a grin spread across his features. She pressed his fingers together to cancel the technique, and instantly she was back in her own body.
Shikamaru opened his eyes to see Ino looming over him. He tried to get up but found that binds had been put around his ankles and wrists, leaving him helpless. The mind transfer.
"Yo, Ino,....What is this?" he asked, shifting in the dirt.
"This is revenge, my sweet Shikamaru..." Her hand which had been behind her back came forth. In it was gripped a feather.
He lay on his back and eyes widened as she swung her leg over his body, straddling him. She fell to her knees and let the torture begin.
The white tip of the feather brushed against his stomach. His muscled tightened, resisting its touch. It danced across his flesh, teasing and tormenting him. He gritted his teeth and sought her eyes. But her gaze was fixated on the feather. She was getting too much pleasure in doing this to him.
Tck!! He was barely able to keep his composure. His muscles strained against the binds as a sweat broke out on his forehead.
The feather traveled up his chest, tracing the outlines of his collarbone where his skin stretched tight over the bone.
It caressed his neck, causing him to squirm. I can't last much longer like this, he thought to himself as he noticed how her body was pinning him down. I REALLY can't last much longer like this...
Ino leaned in closer to his face. He was breathing hard as the feather stroked his parted lips. She liked the look that spread across his features, it was the look of desperation. The look of not being in control and calling the shots. He was her prisoner. So you better surrender to your desires.
"Shikamaru...." she whispered, the feather descended to his cheek. "How does it feel to be captured?" A smile spread across her face. He was trying to resist her, but was failing with flying colors. He looked into the eyes of the girl who had once been an annoying teammate. Someone he only noticed when she raised her voice or gave him orders. She always got her way, and he was not going to let this be an exception.
"It feels good..." He replied abruptly drawing her face to his with a freed hand that had managed to slip out of the binds.
She gasped as their lips met, then she closed her eyes, taking in the pleasure. Finally.
He sipped the sweet flavor of Ino's lips. Their tongues ventured into each other's mouths, tasting for the first time, a kiss.
Pulling his other hand out from under him he embraced her, running his hands up her arms, then down her back, letting the curve of her body lead his hands to her—he squeezed.
Thunder crashed from above. Their lips parted in startled confusion. Huge rain drops began to fall, splashing their hot skin.
"UGHH!!! What is this?! My clothes are going to get wet!" Ino jumped up. Shikamaru's hand trailed down her thigh before she ran over to where she had hung her laundry out to dry yesterday. He was still laying on the ground, too worked up to care about a stupid storm.
Kuso...What kind of punishment is this?! Ten seconds, that's it!? He opened his eyes and licked his lips as a pouty look crossed his face. I was in ecstasy.
"SHIKAMARU!!! HELP ME WITH THIS STUFF!!!" Her cries snapped him back to reality and he began to unwillingly untie his feet. He went to help her gather her things and put them in her tent. The rain was coming down harder. Ino shoved the last of her clothes inside and hopped in. Shikamaru stood outside, the rain pelting his back, and peered in at her.
"Well?? Aren't you coming in??" She asked him.
"Oh...yeah."
She laid out a towel for him to sit on. He entered and zipped up the tent behind him. He sat down cross-legged on the towel.
So this is what he would look like right out of a shower, she thought. Her eyes studied his slick skin.
Shikamaru ran his hands through his soaked hair. "Heheh....I guess I got a little wet. Did...uhh...any of your things get ruined by the rain?"
"No...I don't think so....thanks for your help."
"Sure."
There was an awkward silence.
Shikamaru only had one thing on his mind. He wanted to taste those lips again. But he wasn't sure that Ino would allow him. I can't tell if she liked it or not.
He repositioned himself, laying down on his back with his arms folded behind his head. The air was beginning to dry his body. He closed his eyes, not trusting himself with any more words.
Her revenge scheme was rather enticing. She could have done anything to him while she was in his mind, but she had plotted to tie him up and tickle him? Very classy. She wants me, I can tell.
He could hear Ino moving and shuffling things around in the tent.
Maybe things were going too fast for her. I should have kept my hands to myself. But when there is a hot girl sitting on your crotch, who could resist? But....I'm a patient man... I'll have to settle for waiting until she's ready, even though I'm ready NOW! NOW! NOW!
Then she was still. Only the sound of the rain filled the tent.
Darkness enveloped the space and he sensed she was very close to him now.
Her breath was hot on his lips as she reached to touch his face.
"Shikamaru....kiss me again."
He opened his eyes. He could barely see the outline of her face which was only a few inches from his.
Gladly... He pulled her body against his, her sweet lips tasting even sweeter.
Thank sweet Kami I was paired with you instead of Chouji, he thought.