Disclaimer: There may be questionable content within. You've been warned. I still like cake.
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"My goodness, you are one incredibly sexy thing." I gasped.
What stood before me was nothing short of pure perfection. Blonde hair pulled back into a stylish bun, her signature lock of golden hair casually hanging in front of her right eye, absolutely magnificent midnight blue sleeveless dress with the faintest hints of embroidering that I could barely make out, and ending just inches above the knees, which, incidentally gave me quite a wonderful view of her smooth, toned legs. Yamanaka Ino is truly the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of… well… having. Well, as far as two fifteen-year-olds can have each other, anyways…
"I suppose you like what you see, babe?" She smirked, and then turned her torso just the slightest to the left.
Oh my. Backless.
I sighed. "Babe, stop teasing me and please get over here." I tried to stop myself from staring at any bits of exposed skin. There just seemed to be so much of her showing, and yet absolutely nothing that she couldn't just walk out onto the street with.
She came at me slowly, her smooth legs flowing over my carpet. Deliberately taking her time, she could tell I was growing more and more impatient. It seemed like forever until she reached me. Lightly draping herself onto my lap, Ino placed one arm around my shoulders and caressed my cheek with the other. Her lips brushed against mine.
"Was that it?" I weakly joked.
"Oh, that was just the beginning, m'dear. When I'm done you'll be seeing stars." She boasted. She didn't seem to be in anything of a hurry, though.
I gazed into her eyes. Beautiful deep cerulean stared back at me. I've always told her that beyond all her other… attributes, her eyes were my favorite. Unlike others, Her eyes were perfectly clear, without a hint of cloudiness within them. They also seemed to have a slight soothing effect on me. Or perhaps I just have a secret fetish for blue-eyed blondes.
Not that she was any bit… diminished in the area of her other attributes. Her beautiful, smooth, creamy legs were the results of hours of intensive training. Her muscles maintained the perfect balance of strength and size. She was rather nicely shaped, not wiry, and not grotesquely muscular.
I placed my hand behind her head and led her cherry-red lips back onto mine. We sat there and tongued for a few minutes. God, how I needed this. The past few days were rather stressful, what with my training and part time job. A sannin's training alone is bad enough, but to have to pick yourself up afterwards and head off to work? I honestly don't know how I can last through the week.
Mmn. I taste mint and ramen. She always has this taste. Perhaps it's a genetic thing. Blue-eyed blondes and ramen somehow always find their way to each other. I'll test my theory on Temari when I have the chance. Right now Ino seems to be tilting my chair slightly… too… far…
Ouch. Okay, carpeted floors are still quite hard. I don't mind the pain all that much. We usually end up somewhere in the vicinity of this position anyhow. Granted, the falling over thing happens rarely, but still…
Her hair came apart, falling over my face. My fingers traced circles on her bare back as I kiss along her neck. I find that secret spot right where her jaw line ends and earlobe almost begins, and nibble at it gently. She loves that.
We continue at it for nearly half an hour. Her hands are beginning to wander. I always hold her back. I'm not quite ready to go the next step just yet, and it's not like we're in a hurry. She always teases me about my reluctance, of course, but then again, she's been teasing me about everything since we were little.
"Still not ready to give in yet, Sakura-chan?" she grins, with a bit of satisfaction, as well as the faintest hint of relief. I wouldn't be at all surprised that she too is fairly uncertain if we should take the next step. However, I know she's fully willing to go through it if I am, if only to prove that she can and will take us that far. She never did like knowing I could handle something better than her.
"One day, Ino, I'll be ready. Until then, babe, you'll just have to find some other way to keep yourself amused." I murmured into her ear. She knows I'm telling the truth, that I will be ready to move on one of these days. The problem now is, will she?
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SEX AND SENSUALITY
A "Three Years Later" Naruto fanfiction story
Based on the anime and manga created by Masashi Kishimoto
Written by Enigma of Bishieness.
This has been:
SEX AND SENSUALITY: THE PREVIEW
(Plot) Coming soon, to a fanfiction author(Bishie) near you.
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A/N: You see, I've actually had the idea for this story the same day(actually, within the same five minute span) I got the idea for Monologues into my head. Seeing as how I'm going to complete monologues before I even attempt to think about this, I thought it'd be fun to put this out here and see if people want to get hyped over Sex and Sensuality. Think of it as a fanfiction trailer. Oh, and this will, WILL, be a NaruSaku. Don't hurt yourselves too hard if you like InoSaku, I'll be dropping plenty of those moments into the earlier chapters, so you can just read those and then run ). (If you're good little reviewers and leave lots of constructive criticism, I might even write a few NaruInoSaku moments, for omakes.)