Fakers!

Chapter Four: Eye candy

"What's red and black and not mine all over? These characters!" ~Hibiki

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Ino was having a good day. Morino-san had given her the next four days off as Konoha's snake Mistress had returned from her mission a little… uptight. An uptight Mitarashi Anko was a nuke nin's worst nightmare and so most of the T&I department was on leave until her eccentricities had been… calmed, and for the cleaning crew to get out the bloodstains.

So there she sat lounging like a cat in the sun on her window seat/sofa of her apartment reading, or rather trying to read, a book on species of flowers indigenous to the now completely snow free Spring Country. With the semi cool weather having moved in it was cool enough to enjoy the fresh air her little window seat provided. Her favorite grey sweater, the one that went to her palms and kept her wrists warm, had slid up a little on her tummy from when she had slipped down to a more comfortable position, but so comfortable was the posture she ignored it. Despite her loose shin high pants her legs arced over one another sensually. So was the scene that Uzumaki Naruto found himself in as he jumped up into the window desperate to remove himself from the ardor of one scary scary old man and figure out a way to stop this…

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Now let it be said there are many, many things sexy on a woman's body. Some men were all about breasts, the feel, the firmness or softness, and the subtle and intoxicating feel of the woman's heart racing underneath them as you … ahem. Yes well, others were all about legs and rears. Long supple legs, perfect for wrapping around you in lust and love, the sleekness of her muscles as she even walks that draws your eyes up to gaze of that rear you'd like to just grasp and squeeze. Her neck, vulnerable and tempting that stirred something primal in a man. The back and shoulders could even be erotic, in both massage and the expanse of skin that a guy could run his hands over in coitus. Some guys liked toes. Well they could be cute but some folks just get a little odd even for him.

But no, Naruto was a fan of curves, all curves gentle, smooth and feminine. No greater was there a turn on for him, than that of the stomach. He was a tummy man, and he had thought himself weird for years until Shizune had finally figured out why he blushed every time she had him touch her belly to feel the baby. Ashamed to find her attractive even when she was married and having child, he stopped coming by until she had found (read: cornered) him. They had a nice long talk, in which he couldn't have been more embarrassed, well… at least until today, about it. But he had come to terms, the stomach of a woman, from flat and smooth to filling with new life was probably the most lovely part of a woman to him.

Over the years having grown use to the fact he had a taste for it he found his eyes checking out various women in his life. With Sakura, his once long time crush, he found like the rest of her tomboyish frame that in which he liked was underdeveloped, it was cute, but if she gained any more muscle she'd have a more manly stomach than him. It wasn't a total turn off, she had an amazing ass, but he liked a little more… woman. On the flip side, while adorable when younger Moegi's plump kiddy figure had turned into a rather voluptuous if a little over the top womanly figure of her 18 year old body. At that age he didn't feel to bad about looking and what he found was just a bit too much woman than anything. But no worries there. Konohamaru had finally woken up one day to the fact his goofy haired best friend had turned into a top heavy looker and the two had been happily together since. He was happy for them, though a little jealous. He shook his head to remove the negative thought. Heck he could even say when his team got to be her age he'd have to (and gladly agree to, as they were like his kids) beat the men off with a stick. Tsunade Baa-chan though he wasn't certain what was the genjutsu or not had a pretty sexy one… But he could honestly say Ino was one of the more pleasing women he had ever seen in almost all of those above mentioned items, and like any male had harbored a small bit of sexual attraction to her, it didn't help she constantly flashed that tone supple tummy around, teasing him since his return to Konoha with Jiraiya almost five years ago.

So here he was one moment harassed by the third most ugly person he had ever seen then graced upon the visage of Ino's flat kissable skin, more exposed than he had ever seen before by a rouge thumb as her left hand absently played along the edge of the sweater. The contours of her body that ran from the sides of her breasts, barely hidden though he was still in debate to curse or thank the gods on that, down softly of her lower chest around that… he tried not to drool, tapered from her flaring hips and slipped into her low hugging pants. The line of her curves mixed teasingly into the folds the loose fabric created until they gave way to strong opulent legs that no outfit could deny. Feminine ankles gently tapping her house shoed feet as she hummed a tune only she could hear. Her soft, though rather toneless, voice stopped and he turned his head up to catch cornflower blue eyes looking into his.

Aw shit.

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She couldn't concentrate, no matter what her mind kept going back into that moment not two days past. It didn't help that she had come into a section of the book all about a golden spiraled corolla flower with an orange gynoecium. A hardy flower that was one of the first to regularly grow in the semi spring winter country. It became a tradition to use the flowers for important events to give thanks to the people who had allowed them the freedom to even have them. But none so important like the anniversary of the overlord's defeat, a defeat team seven had a hand in. The aptly named Hana no Naruto. The Maelstrom Flower named for the man who did so much for their country. GOD! She huffed and almost threw the book. Could she just have a moment when that… that…. MAN didn't appear before her! It wasn't fair! She had time off, she could lounge about all she wanted, no one to impress, no one to bluff, no one to torture… but all she could keep thinking about were Naruto's words. The words that broke her heart for how much hurt she unwittingly put him into, into his forgiveness that made her melt, into his kiss, his smile, his voice, his breath, and hell, even the small hickey he'd given her that still hadn't gone away. Now even his NAME was popping up. If she wasn't careful he himself might randomly pop up! The thought made her stomach flutter and her breath catch. God calm down Yamanaka! She absently rubbed her exposed stomach trying to settle it as she began to hum a song her mother had sung to her to calm her when she was a child…

Then the warm sun was blocked. She almost instinctively knew whose eyes were crawling over her body before she looked to him. His face, flushed from running, moved with his eyes as they ran up and down her body before settling onto hers. His crystal blue eyes bore into hers. The tingle in her belly began to grow.

Aw Shit.

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God I wish Memories was progressing as fast as this one. I got two words on that one since I wrote Fakers! 3. Two. Forget calling it a Writers block, log, forest, whatever. It's a damn wall of hell. I'm at a not so fun part of the story, which is not fun to write, and this is just silly and fun all around, I think that might be the cause.

Oh and yeah I'm a tummy man. Don't get me wrong, I love just about all there is about women, but the stomach is a weakness of mine. Hell I had an odd ass moment where in Avatar (The Cameron one) where the main blue chick slides up next to the main character for the first time and bam! My brain ignored the fuzzy tailed nature and says 'That's a sexy tummy.' it then returned to hating the movie but hey that two seconds I was intrigued (I had to admit I was a fan of them then, because I thought the character was ugly otherwise)

Chapter five: Agree to What?