Title - Eagles aren't Taxis

Rating: "M" for language, light drug use, sexual activity, and absolutely no plot

World State: A.U.

Word Count: 3,715

Summary: Magic the Gathering, Lord of the Rings, a tickle fight, and hot, hot sex; Standard fare for nerds in love.

Author Notes:

...I... I have no plot here...

Anxiety dictates that I specify that this is my first "plotless story" since I was a young, hormone-driven larvae. It still leaves that twisty, weird feeling in my thorax knowing that I'm likely revealing parts of my own modus operandi in this...but depravity, as well as fortune, favors the bold. Bonus points if you get that reference.

But be gentle with me... I don't mind rough treatment, but I'm delicate.

...I'm sorry.


"You're shittin' me, right?" Ino asked incredulously, folding her hand of cards and dropping them amongst her dwindling side of the battlefield. Sakura quirked an eyebrow at her from across the table and a particularly nasty bounce combo.

"No, it would have made so much sense. They could have shaved, what, two movies, if not more, off the trip?" Sakura asked, likewise folding her hand and reaching for the pack of smokes in the middle of the table. Ino batted her hand away and snatched up the pack first. The big messy bun she had drawn her hair into bobbed as she shook her head in disbelief.

"Okay, well, one, there's nothing wrong with having three movies. And two, there's no way Gandalf meant for them to ride the eagles to Mount Doom," Ino said firmly, tossing Sakura the pack after she had lit up. Sakura's eyebrows knit together.

"It would have made sense, though," Sakura insisted, moving the ashtray from her side of the table to the middle. "I mean, it does seem like a pretty critical plot hole."

"Yeah," Ino conceded, "only if you never read the books or The Silmarillion. Then it might seem like a plot hole."

"So, enlighten me."

"The Eagles of Manwe are more than just big fucking eagles, kay? They're servants of the Valar and are not beheld to Gandalf because the Istari, despite being the Middle-Earth equivalent to angels, are basically on the same level as th-"

"Yeah, okay, okay. Too many technical names, you win," Sakura said cutting Ino off with a raised hand. Ino pulled a face and blew a lungful of smoke Sakura's direction who replied with her own.

"The point is that the eagles are their own proud people, not a taxi service for wizards. They would eaten Frodo before they would have given him a lift," Ino finished arching her eyebrows smugly. She picked her cards up again to look in the hopes they had changed to something serviceable. No such luck; just a handful of burn spells too weak to do anything to Sakura's combo. With a sigh, she tossed her hand face up and raised her hands in surrender. "You win, I give."

"Yeah, you didn't have nothin', huh?" Sakura muttered looking at the cards upside down and comparing them to her own side of the battlefield.

"Nope," Ino groused as she gathered her cards up and returned them to the deck, giving it a few quick shuffles before returning it to her little faux-leather deck box. She stood and stretched offering Sakura a glimpse of flat tummy and shapely hips as her threadbear but comfy pajama shirt rode up. Ino returned to Earth after the stretch had sent her brain into orbit and shivered. "C'mon, let's watch a movie or something."

Thus had been their routine for the past several months. After dating for about a year, they finally decided to move in together. They almost always had Saturday night off work together and, being that both were the reclusive type, it became their "lazy day." Though, on occasion, they found it in themselves to go out. Preparing for their nights out almost became a game of sorts, considering there was only one bedroom and one bathroom. Sometimes it was a race, sometimes it was to see who could scandalize the other with what they carried to their respective corners. But the end result was always worth it, both saw the other and felt they were the luckiest girl in the world.

However, most lazy days...

"Wo-w, th-that's good," Ino coughed returning the bong to the little table in front of the couch. "Who'd we buy from this time?" Sakura was a little slow to answer, completely mesmerized by a trailer for some new anime about highly-magical ninja children.

"Uh, Kabuto..."

"Oh, wow, straight from the source. Didn't have to go through that ramen-devouring madman this time, huh?" Ino chuckled. The Netflix selection was abysmal, as usual, and they spent more time looking for something to watch than actually watching anything.

"Why didn't Sheriff Bart just leave Rock Ridge and go some place else? Like, they'd probably be okay with him in, like, New York or something," Sakura asked part-way through Blazing Saddles.

"'Cause then there wouldn't have been a movie," Ino said, her lips right near Sakura's ear due to their snuggled and tangled position on the couch. They were laying together, Ino on the inside, propped up on one elbow, and Sakura in front of her, their legs tangled together. Both of them praised whoever had come up with the idea of short-shorts. Sakura swatted at the unintentional tickle of Ino's breath, nearly bopping Ino on the nose.

"Quit it," Sakura huffed. Ino grinned.

"Whhhy?" she practically sang. "Not ticklish, are we, forehead?" She asked, brushing her fingers lightly across Sakura's neck. Sakura flinched and craned her head around to glare.

"We're about to fight, pig, and you have no escape route," Sakura threatened. Ino cocked an eyebrow.

"But I know your weakspot," Ino's hand shot down and attacked the soft skin of Sakura's inner thigh. Sakura's following yelp and jump left her on the floor and Ino snorting with laughter. "Attack the weak point for massive damage!" she called out like a an over-zealous fight promoter.

"Oh, now it's on," Sakura growled, rising up and launching herself at Ino's ribs. As ticklish as Sakura may have been, Ino was worse. In seconds she was a shrieking, choking, laughing mess, helpless to stave off Sakura's attack.

"I'm- gon-na- kill- you!" Ino gasped between screams, her slaps to Sakura's arms completely ineffectual.

"Oh yeah, really looks like it," Sakura countered, jumping back on the couch to straddle Ino's hips, pinning her in place. Sakura's fingers found every tender spot she could think of; ribs, armpit, stomach, neck. Ino bucked her hips wildly in an attempt to dislodge her attacker, but to no avail.

"Gon-na- die!" Ino laughed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Sakura stared down at her girlfriend, unable to keep a smile off her face even while maintaining such a ferocious assault. She knew everyone felt that way about their significant other, but Ino's laugh was by far one of her favorite things. And as much as she would have liked to keep hearing it in that moment, she knew it was time to stop. Their last tickle fight had left Ino needing clean pants and the strong will to not speak to Sakura for two whole days followed by a week of passive-aggressive comments.

So, instead...

Sakura seized Ino's wrists and pinned them against the arm of the couch. Ino's laughter died down to tiny hiccupping gasps.

"You suck," she panted.

"Only when you pay me enough," Sakura grinned, leaning down so that they were nose to nose. Both of them had forgone wearing bras on their lazy day off and a quiet thrill passed through them as their breasts pushed together. Ino giggled and brushed her nose back and forth across Sakura's.

"What? You some kind of perverted Yojimbo?"

"Something like that. Lucky for you, I'm cheap," Sakura teased, pressing a ghost of a kiss to Ino's lips before pulling out of reach. Ino tried to follow her for another kiss, but was halted by the pressure on her wrists.

"Aw, don't be mean to me," Ino pouted, trying with no real effort to free her hands. Sakura shifted so that she had Ino pinned with one hand. She dragged a fingernail slowly over Ino's collar bone. Ino shivered.

"You know you love it," Sakura said quietly. She couldn't help herself; Ino laying trapped beneath her, chest heaving, staring up with those beautiful blues. Sakura wrapped her fingers around Ino's delicate neck and squeezed gently. Ino had to bite down on her lower lip to keep a moan from slipping out and ruining the game too soon. She shook her head, crocodile tears welling up almost on cue.

"No, you always tease me and you're so mean and I'm never anything but a giving lover," She whimpered breathily and began rolling her hips up against Sakura's to make her point. Sakura quietly relished the heat pooling low in her belly as Ino writhed beneath her. She pulled her hand away from Ino's throat and sat up, but kept one hand firmly on her wrists.

"So, what you're telling me is that you wanna cut out foreplay altogether?" Sakura cocked her head in the question, tapping a finger thoughtfully against her chin. "Certainly would save some time so I could beat your ass at Magic some more." Ino's eyes dried up immediately.

"Never," she murmured huskily. Sakura finally released Ino's hands and leaned down again. Ino snaked her arms around Sakura's waist, slipping up the back of her shirt. Sakura shifted and pressed her thigh between Ino's legs. Ino hooked one leg up around Sakura's hips, pulling her in tightly.

"Then shut the fuck up," she whispered against Ino's lips. Any reply Ino may have had was swallowed by the ferocity of the kiss. Tongues fought for supremacy before Sakura quickly won the battle, hand once more returning to Ino's neck. It had been an accidental discovery one day during some playful rough-housing when a joking chokehold left Ino weak in the knees and in need of immediate physical attention. As it was, it became Sakura's ace in the hole that left her in control of a needy submissive; something she enjoyed immensely.

"You don't play fair," Ino whimpered when Sakura directed her head to the side and attacked her earlobe with tongue and teeth. Sakura ran her hand up under Ino's shirt and squeezed her breast roughly. Ino arched against the contact, already quivering as her nipple went hard between Sakura's fingers.

"All is fair in love and war and this is definitely one if not both," Sakura murmurred, pulling Ino's shirt up. A trail of wet kisses led Sakura to the creamy expanse of Ino's chest, lips and tongue treating one nipple as her fingers punished the other. Ino squirmed under the duality of pleasure and pain, fingers buried in Sakura's hair as quiet gasps failed to fully carry the moan past her lips. That changed when Sakura slipped her hand down.

"My my, soaked already," Sakura purred in Ino's ear, fingers teasing at the blonde's hot cunt. Ino buried her face in the crook of Sakura's neck and sucked at her jugular.

"What can I say? You know which buttons to push," Ino breathed, dragging her nails down Sakura's back before taking handful of ass and pushing Sakura's crotch down against her thigh. Sakura groaned quietly and extracted her hand, licking at her glistening fingers.

"You're just asking for it now," Sakura accused, tracing a fingertip across Ino's lips, leering as Ino opened her mouth to let her tongue meet Sakura's fingers. Sakura ground her hips against Ino's and both of them lost track of everything else for a beat. "C'mon." Sakura extracted her self from their tangle and stood, pulling Ino up by the waistband of her shorts. The short trip down the hall was made only more cumbersome as Ino kept herself practically glued to Sakura's back.

"Mm, how long has it been?" Ino muttered, letting her hands roam worshipfully across Sakura's front. Sakura tilted her head, a lazy grin spreading across her face as Ino lined small kisses up and down her neck.

"Three days? That little quicky in the shower?"

"Too long then," Ino huffed.

They made it into the bedroom and Sakura turned to shove Ino up against the wall.

"Now- I know- more than one way- to skin a cat," Sakura said between kisses. She drew back and in quick succession relieved Ino of her shirt, shorts and panties. "But I have no patience for any of them but 'fast and brutal,'" she grinned, practically throwing Ino to the bed. Ino sprawled across the matress, skin flush and looking oh so delicious. Ino leaned up on her elbows, eyes half-lidded and dark with lust.

"Oh, be gentle with me," she begged. She trailed her fingers down between her breasts, across her stomach, and pressed her hand between her legs as Sakura stripped. "You know how I fold under such rough treatment, I'm delicate." Sakura snorted, crawling up from the foot of the bed, leaving kisses and licks up the full length of Ino's body until she reached her mouth. She pressed down on Ino fully, loving the feel of their breasts smushed together and the feel of wet heat on each others thighs.

"Please, let's not pretend you don't love being wrapped around my finger." Sakura ran her hand down Ino's belly and hovered teasingly over her mons.

"Fingers," Ino corrected, arching her hips up to meet Sakura's hand. She moaned when Sakura slipped her middle finger into her slick folds.

"So, more than just this one?" Sakura asked, pressing in fully and teasing around her g-spot. Ino opened her mouth in a silent moan, nodding as her eyes rolled.

"Yes! Please, yes!"

"Only because you asked so nicely," Sakura drawled, sliding her ring finger in as well. Ino gasped, hips bucking against Sakura's crooking fingers.

"Oh, god, yes!" Ino cried.

"'Sakura' will suffice," Sakura smirked. She settled into a firm and steady pulse that she knew would have Ino ready to explode in minutes. Quiet little "Oh's" escaped Ino with each thrust of Sakura's fingers. Her eyes fluttered shut and her head fell back as she squirmed beneath Sakura's ministrations. "Ah, ah!" Sakura warned, griping Ino's chin and turning her head back down. "Eye contact, pig. I wanna see the adoration in your eyes." Ino's pink flush deepened.

"You're such a pervert," she whispered with a grin, "but that's why I keep y- Oh!" she cut off as Sakura ground her palm into her clit. The pressure in her groin swelled as Sakura sped up, but she did as she was told and kept her eyes locked on Sakura's; she was almost afraid of the spontaneous combustion that could have occurred between their gazes.

Closer...

So close...

"Why?!" Ino felt like crying, inches from getting off, when Sakura pulled away. "I was almost there," Ino whined. Sakura brought her dripping fingers up to her lips and gave them a lick, eyes radiating pure evil before she seized Ino once more by the throat.

"Open," Sakura commanded. "Tongue out."

Ino complied, her breath warm against Sakura's fingers as they skated across her lips and tongue, spreading her own arousal around her mouth. Ino closed around Sakura's fingers, suckling slowly, a flare smoldering deep in her eyes as she stared into embered green. A good decision if the look on Sakura's face was anything to go by.

"Dirty girl," Sakura muttered appreciatively. Ino took Sakura's hand in her own and slowly pulled her fingers from her mouth with a wet little pop. She pressed a kiss into Sakura's palm.

"It's why you keep me around, right?" she asked, her voice dripping honey and lust as she cuddled her cheek into Sakura's hand. Sakura smiled; a genuine thing, not one hiding perverse intent. She turned loose of Ino's neck and cupped her face in both hands.

"Among other reasons," Sakura answered lightly and kissed the tip of Ino's nose. "Do you wanna marry me so we can turn into old, gray lesbians together?" The question had surprised her, out before she could even really stop it.

"This is really weird foreplay, Sakura."

"Shush." Sakura lightly patted Ino's cheek in the mockery of a slap. "Do you wanna?" Ino smiled and ran her fingers up through Sakura's hair.

"Babe," she began, leaning up to kiss Sakura softly, "I will do whatever you want on the condition that you get back to fucking me, right now."

"That's fair," Sakura laughed. "But it's my turn right now. I need to test your claim of being a 'giving lover.'" With one last kiss, she slid slowly up the length of Ino's body and situated her knees on either side of Ino's head.

"Your turn?" Ino cried incredulously. "I didn't even get t-"

"Shush," Sakura repeated with a mischievous grin, pressing down and silencing Ino with hot, wet flesh. "I promise that when I'm done with you, you'll be missing childhood memories." Despite her protests, Ino immediately went to work. She slipped her arms around Sakura's thighs and seized her hips, her tongue laving deeply.

"Another reason I wanna marry you," Sakura sighed as she stroked Ino's hair and groped her own breasts. "You're such a cunning linguist I'm tempted to lock your tongue up with the rest of the silver." Ino pulled off of Sakura's clit with a hard suck that made Sakura twitch, her lips glistening.

"You're corny."

"And horny. Back to work, glorious reward awaits you!" Sakura did not miss the roll of Ino's eyes.

It didn't take long for Ino to bring Sakura to the edge, her tongue setting a hard circular pattern on the pinkette's clit. It took a near-impossible force of will, but Sakura pulled herself away from Ino's talented mouth.

"What's wrong?" Ino panted. Sakura shifted back down, pressing herself fully up against her girlfriend. She playfully licked at Ino's lips.

"I just wanna finish with you," Sakura purred, lifting Ino's leg up around her hip and pressing their groins together.

"Oh, I'm fine with that," Ino moaned.

And together, in a slow and sensual grind, they burned.

"God, I love you," Ino breathed in Sakura's ear. Sakura giggled and kissed Ino's cheek even as she bore down hard with her hips.

"So you do wanna get married?" Sakura asked. Ino couldn't help but chuckle at the over-eager grin on Sakura's face. She pulled her in for another kiss.

"Again, weird fucking foreplay, sweetheart. But yeah, sure," she panted through a moan drawn by a particularly talented twist of hips. The glitter in Sakura's eyes would have been enough to make to make Ino's heart flutter if it wasn't already pounding full-throttle.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, this Winter, with all that pretty snow on the ground. Let's do it," Ino confirmed with a lazy smile. For a moment, all was forgotten as they locked lips and simply held each other tightly. Sakura broke away and sat up, gripping Ino's hips tightly.

"Hell yeah! One world-rocking orgasm, coming right up!"

Ino had wanted to say more. That she had been wondering if the time was coming that the topic would breach. Sure, they had only been together for a couple years, but they had known each other for longer and everything clicked between them so well.

Ino had wanted to say more, but the fire Sakura was attempting to start between their legs left her incapable of coherency. The coiling pressure built as they rocked together.

"Oh, fuck, Ino!" Sakura hissed between clenched teeth. She could feel it; the final shining point of bliss burning like a solar flare ready erupt and ruin her.

"Sakura, please! Please!" Ino whispered, frantically patting her own throat in a silent request.

There...Almost...

Now!

Sakura wrapped her hand around Ino's neck, pushing down on the arteries in her neck. She leaned down, just strokes away, and moaned in Ino's ear, "Come for me."

Ino's sight went dark around the edges as the spine-bending, toe-curling orgasm claimed her. A quivering wail escaped her and pushed Sakura over the edge who did not relinquish the grind, riding it out to its fullest even as every muscle in her seized with pleasure. When Sakura released the choke, the rush of blood to Ino's head blacked her out for a split-second before her tremoring release pulled her right back out.

Sakura collapsed on her side next to Ino, panting and shivering in the aftershock. She pulled Ino in close and held her tightly as they caught their breath in a sweat-slicked daze.

"Oh, my god," Ino whispered raggedly into the crook of Sakura's neck, sliding her arms around her waist, "Oh, my god, Sakura."

"I accept virgins thrown into volcanos and tributes of fresh fruit," Sakura chuckled. Ino had no reply other than to lightly swat her on the ass. They laid their quietly, simply enjoying the skin-on-skin contact with the other in the silence of their bed. Ino emerged from her stupor and cupped Sakura's cheek, leaning in to peck her gently on the lips.

"Love you," she breathed. Sakura put her forehead up against Ino's and gazed deeply into her eyes.

"Love you," she returned. She pulled away slightly and stretched contentedly, falling onto her back. "Wanna go get married?" she asked the ceiling. Ino grinned and kissed her cheek.

"I was beginning to think you'd never ask, but let's go get some food first. I'm starving."