Pink Crush
Chapter Two
Man, I Feel Like A Woman
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Before I start this chapter I want to dedicate this chapter to a very enjoyable girl scouts leader. For her years of waking us up, smashing pots and pans, all while blaring this song throughout the entire campground and singing at the top of her lungs... even if it was at 5 am.
I obviously don't own Naruto, and I'm not Shania Twain. BTW if you don't know the song Shania Twain - Man I Feel Like A Woman, I would strongly suggest you YouTube it before reading this, or just because. You know, since Shania Twain is the best artist in the world. So uh, whose bed your boots been under? Those who get that reference rule. Alright, ending ramble now.
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Sakura blinked her eyes open slowly, staring forward as rumpled purple sheets came into focus. Groggily, she tried to make sense of where she was, it occurred to her slowly that something was missing. But, no matter how hard the genius ninja tried to focus, the solution to her puzzle wouldn't show itself. Maybe she should have gotten to sleep a little earlier rather than staying up the entire night. Then it occurred to her what was missing.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! The sharp sound of wood hitting metal resounded down the hallway leading into the open doorway of Ino's bedroom. Forcing reluctant eyes to fully open and look around wildly.
"Oh my sexy Sakura, wake up!" Ino screamed from another room in her singsong voice. Obviously greatly enjoying her new found game. It wasn't the title Ino had bestowed on her Shy friend, Ino was a natural flirt, it was the implications of what happened after she used those words.
In an instant Sakura's face was flushed, 'oh... my... g...' She started to mouth, clutching the sheets as music started to blare, dragging them up and over her head, attempting to fit into a hidden crawl space under Ino's sheets. Coming from the living room, she heard Ino's feet make a hurried pace down the hallway, the bedroom door flung open the last few inches and slammed into the far bedroom wall.
I'm going out tonight – I'm feelin' alright, gonna let it all hang out,
The music blared, the telltale country singer starting. Standing in the center of the doorway was Ino, hands placed on her slim, curved hips as she held Sakura's gaze with a devilish grin. Sakura began to shake her head slowly in denial, peeking out with one eye from under the sheets, her eyes wandering down to Ino's bare legs. Standing before her was the gorgeous blonde in nothing but her panties and a thin white tank top. Apparently, she had seen a reason to remove a few garments since waking up and not seen a reason to replace them.
'Fuck yeah!' Sakura's inner ego screamed inside her mind, shameless and enjoying the ride.
Wanna make some noise - really raise my voice, No inhibitions - make no conditions,
Get a little outta line, I ain't gonna act politically correct,
I only wanna have a good tiiimmmeee...
The song continued to play as the scene played out before her. Instantly Ino had raced over to the bed and grabbed Sakura's forearms, pulling her loose from her hiding spot and tugging her along with the blonde, skipping backwards to the beat. Desperately, the smaller female tried to get her feet under her as she was dragged out of bed, the sheets sliding down her body as they fell onto the floor, forgotten. She tried to look anywhere but at Ino's bouncing, braless breasts but found it to be a futile effort.
The best thing about being a woman, in the prerogative to have a little fun, fun fun!
Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy - forget I'm a lady! Men's shirts - short skirts!
As Ino dragged Sakura into the living room the pinkette noticed her friend starting to sing, her voice carrying along with the song perfectly. Sakura blushed as she watched the pure joy splayed across the blonde's face. As the chorus hit, Ino dropped her friend's hands and grabbed an invisible microphone, leaning down slightly as she began belting her voice in to it.
Sakura stood there dumbfounded, not noticing that her pajama pants had slipped rather low on her hips and her night shirt had risen high. Ino winked at her and she glanced down, rushing to fix them.
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild – yeah, doin' it in style.
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action - feel the attraction...
'Damn right I do,' Sakura blushed, her jaw unhinged. Ino pouted playfully and started to dance, pulling out an air guitar, giggling as she slid into place in the living room. Her long couch sitting in the center of the room, a throw rug half underneath the piece of furniture. At the far end of the room, under the main window sits a large flat screen.
Off to the other side of the room, half walled off, if the kitchen Ino had originated the entire scheme from.
"C'mon, Forehead, I know you're pretty good with the drums, help out!" Ino bellowed over the music, her lithe fingers already working the cords to her invisible instrument.
Sakura smiled sheepishly as she watched the blonde rock out to a song that obviously didn't have the maniac beat Ino was playing to.
Colour my hair - do what I dare,
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free – year, to feel the way I feel. MAN, I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN!
On the key line to the song, Ino tilted her head back and belted out the words to the chorus. Letting out a wolf howl just... just because. The action seemed to fit with the blonde's personality, not the one she showed to the world, but the one she showed to Sakura and only Sakura.
Sakura couldn't help but look as the thin white fabric as it stretched out over her friend's ample breasts, smiling stupidly she began to slam the invisible drum sticks down on to her invisible drums. More so to drag her attention away her flounder than out of any real wanting to join in.
Unlike Ino, Sakura found herself embarrassed more often than not, she always wondered about her friends shamelessness and seemingly unending self confidence. Ino smiled broadly in approval, starting to sing again as she leaned forward over her guitar.
Sakura leaning forward as well, looking each other in the eyes they started to sing together.
The girls need a break-tonight we're gonna take. The chance to get out on the town,
We don't need romance – we only wanna dance, we're gonna let out hair hang down;
The best thing about being a woman, Is the prerogative to have a little fun, FUN FUN!
The girls screamed the last two words, giggling as the song went on, Ino began to jump with her guitar and Sakura became more distracted, gaze becoming a little less guarded. Even the drums didn't seem to have enough to keep her focus where it should be, or rather where it shouldn't be.
Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy- forgot I'm a lady, Men's shirts-short skirts;
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-year, doin' it in style,
Colour my hair-do what I dare.
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-year, to feel the way I feel,
MAN I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN!
Ino flung back her head for one last wolf howl, exhausting herself into pants. She paused to catch her breath, letting Sakura finish up the song in a flourish of her invisible sticks smashing the tops of her invisible drums.
I get totally crazy, can you feel it
Come, come, come on baby, I feel like a woman!
Ino laughed mirthlessly, stumbling over to the CD player, hitting the stop button with her palm. Sakura slumped down on the couch and laughed, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.
Walking back and smiling broadly, the blonde fell down onto the couch, lying with her back against her friend's chest. Sakura shifted so they were more comfortable and Ino could curl her legs up onto the couch as she turned against her chest, resting her head against Sakura's collar.
Ino placed a hand on her friends hip and took a deep breath, content and surrounded by her friends scent. Her plan had worked, Sakura seemed much more relaxed than she had yesterday.
Both chests heaved heavily, small laughs still erupting every once in a while. Ino tilted her chin up, looking at the bottom of her friends chin, unable to make out more than the tiniest bit of her expression. She smiled and decided to jab her a few more times while the shy shinobi was still giggling, the movement of her chest vibrating directly against Ino's skin.
"See, that wasn't so bad. No need for that look of sheer terror on your face when I woke you up," Ino teased, a sly smile turning up the corner of her pink lips. Sakura blushed and looked down into Ino's shimmering blue eyes, gently she reached to run her thumb over the smooth skin of the blonde's cheek. Her green eyes soft as she smiled at the curious blue greeting her movement.
Ino raised an eyebrow at Sakura's uncharacteristic action but otherwise didn't ask, she had dragged the girl out of bed and then danced in her underwear after all. Besides that, she was enjoying the touch and didn't want to spook her by questioning it.
"No, not at all, it was rather fun. We haven't done anything like that since our sleepovers at your parents house," Sakura beamed, hoping she would be able to keep her green eyes locked with Ino's just a little longer...
'Why do you have to be so damn perfect?' Sakura wondered silently as her fingers lingered on Ino's smooth cheek. She ran them down to corner of her lips, lingering before they traveled down to her chin. Sakura's gaze left the blonde's eyes to follow the trail her fingers were leaving, her heart rate picking un dangerously as she lost herself in the moment. She could smell the shampoo in her hair, the slight dampness leaking through her shirt.
Ino parted her lips slightly at the touch, letting out an involuntary and unnoticed shiver. She closed her eyes briefly, taking in a deep breath before working up the nerve to figure out what exactly her friend was doing. The small bud of hope that had been growing in her chest started to bloom as Sakura's fingers danced over her skin.
"Sakura?" Ino asked, arching her eyebrows, and if possible, an even more sly smile on her face than before. One of those smiles where it was obvious the other party was missing something. Sakura blinked, coming out of her trance quickly and dropping her hand, suddenly aware at how odd her actions had been. She pursed her lips and stared at the television, clenching and unclenching her fist against the seat of the couch.
"What?" She replied dumbly, blinking again and trying desperately to clear her mind and not look down Ino's tank top, which at this angle was all too tempting. With the way the blonde was lying, not only was it possible to look down her shirt, but her breasts were pressed together forming an invitational crevice that was impossible to turn down.
"Enjoy yourself?" The shameless blonde asked the bashful female; Sakura blushed deeply and looked away pointedly, refusing to meet Ino's stare. She could feel the baby blue eyes burning a hole into her skin and wanted nothing more than to run away. To run so far that she was too tired to work through the confusing feelings she had for her best friend, too tired to act on the urges her body bestowed her with.
"I'm just still half asleep, sorry," she muttered.
'After that? No one would believe that excuse,' her inner pointed out.
'Shut up,' she silently hissed back, scowling at the lightening wall behind the black screen.
"It's not like I mind," Ino purred, doing her best to make her friend blush just a little deeper, while studying her reaction for some sort of clue. She knew the other shinobi could be immovably stubborn, if she wanted answers she needed to trick them out of her.
Sakura's breath caught, 'what exactly does that mean?' Her eyes instantly wandered back to the sexy blonde still lying against her chest, intending to use her expression for some sort of clue. Ino's body language had always been easier to read, especially during one of her teasing streaks, which this seemed to be.
"Ha! That certainly didn't take long!" Ino chortled, her eyes closed as she tilted her head back a little more, snuggling into the crevice of Sakura's neck. For all appearances she didn't seem to mind and simply enjoyed the effect she had on the girl she lay on. Sakura's temper flared, the short wick burning down to the end of her patience. She resisted the urge to push the other girl off, becoming a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Why was it her that Ino seemed to like to tease the most?
"What's your problem Ino?" Sakura huffed, demanding an explanation for the treatment she was receiving. Her heart clenched and she shook away impossible thoughts.
'There's no way I am going to admit I was checking out my best friend and certainly not to her, that would... I would lose her for sure.' Sakura thought somberly, agreeing to her assessment.
"I was just teasing, Sakura," Ino tried to assure her. "It's not like I think you're gay or anything," she giggled, "or, maybe I do." The same sly smile covered Ino's face. Sakura froze staring at the blonde, mouth open.
Ino looked at her friend after a moment, noticing the seemingly unhinged jaw and frozen expression she asked more seriously, butterflies fluttering in the back of her throat.
"Sakura, are you gay?" A slight twinge of hope she couldn't hide entering her voice.
Sakura closed her mouth and then opened it again. 'No, I'm just shy and you tease me a lot, that's all,' she tried to argue with herself but she knew it was futile. She had known for a while that beyond a doubt attracted to Ino infinitely more so than any guy she could remember. It wasn't the first time the thought had entered her mind.
'I can't tell Ino that though, what would she think lying half naked against me?' Silently she thanked god - if there was one - that she wasn't a guy and didn't have to worry about certain things when she was aroused.
"Sakura?" Ino tried again, her blue eyes concerned as she sat up and looked at her friend, scanning the smaller females face, trying to read her - trying to confirm her suspicions.
Sakura opened her mouth again, but couldn't form the words. 'See, now she's moved away, she's probably thinking I'm a freak.'
Turning away from her friend's scrutinizing gaze, Sakura's eyes began to water. 'How did this happen? Just deny it you idiot! It can still be fixed, I don't want to lose her again...' She thought back to the night before when she had allowed her lust to almost reveal her secret. 'It's all Ino's fault for suggesting this stupid sleep over anyways, just like when we were kids she said,' Sakura mimicked the blondes voice inwardly. 'When we were kids Ino didn't insist of flirting without any thought behind it!'
"Sakura..." Ino tried once more, her voice gentle this time. The distressed girl turned to look back at her friend, a forced smile on her face, ready to deny everything and blame it all on shock or something semi-believable... she wasn't sure which yet.
Sakura froze, caught in absolute shock.
Ino leaned forward from where her legs were folded between Sakura's. Gently placing one hand on either side of the flustered shinobi's neck, pulling Sakura closer to her. The space between them disappeared as Sakura watched, unable to react or do anything to indicate acceptance or refusal.
Ino pressed her lips against her childhood friends, letting out a soft involuntary moan at the pleasure erupting from the touch.
Warmth washed over Sakura. Her mind raced in it's search for some form of logic, or explanation as to why what was happening was happening. It didn't make sense. She let her eyes drift closed, her hand shaking as she reached forward and ended up settling on Ino's thigh, welcoming the contact.
Ino took Sakura's movement as encouragement, tilting her chin, unwilling to break away lest the moment end. She wanted nothing more than to wrap the essence of the pink haired kunoichi around her and stay snuggled in her warmth.
She felt her pulse rate pick up and let a hand travel to tangle in the short, messy locks brushing against Sakura's neck. Her lips parted, letting her soft pink tongue run against Sakura's bottom lip, causing a shiver. She fought the urge to press deeper, to taste the nectar trapped inside the confines of Sakura's mouth. Ino forced herself to reluctantly pull away, Sakura already looking disbelieving into her friend's lustful and uncertain eyes as they opened.
"Ino...?" Sakura asked, her face was a permanent red, her body stiff and vibrating. The question was left undefined, the clarification was unneeded. The corners of Ino's lips twitched as she leaned back, settling against her calves folded underneath her position. Unable to hold the confused look Sakura had fixed upon her, she turned to study the fabric of the couch, hiding behind the veil of hair her bangs granted her with.
"It can't be that much of a surprise can it?" Ino asked, grazing her fingers across Sakura's cheek, unable to cure herself of the addiction that screamed at her to keep skin contact with the girl. Carefully, she pressed her palm against Sakura's flushed cheek. "You mean, you didn't know? I'm not exactly subtle, Saku..." Ino's lips twitched into that lopsided grin again as she studied her friend's shocked face.
"But, why..." Sakura breathed, still unable to formulate any stream of coherent thought to figure out what was going on. She could still taste Ino on her lips, could smell the blonde on her skin and her skin lit on fire under her touch.
"Why didn't I tell you?" Ino laughed nervously, an odd sound for the confident girl. Her eyes ran over the other girls face, flickering between her eyes and lips.
"Because I love you, I always have, dork. It would have been awkward to tell you, seeing as I didn't know how you felt. Or if you felt anything..." Ino's hand paused running her fingers through Sakura's pink hair, she smiled nervously. "I didn't want to lose you again; I couldn't bare it... not again"
Sakura's mind froze, like a machine trying to load too much information at once. 'She... she loves me?' Kept playing over and over again in her mind, but no matter how many times she played it over, it made no more sense than the last time. 'No, I heard her wrong. But how...?'
"You aren't exactly subtle either you know," Ino teased, nervously shifting her weight as she watched for any type of reaction, any clue, "you light up like a Christmas tree at even the smallest things, I've caught your eyes wandering on more than one occasion as well." Ino explained, giving Sakura an out if she chose to reject her. Her resolve began to waver, maybe she had read her wrong. It had just seemed so... right. Maybe she had forced the picture to form out of desperation and had seens things that weren't truly there.
Sakura looked at her dumbly, mouth slightly open again and her mind still working through what she was hearing.
'You idiot, she just confessed to you! Are you really going to sit there like a brainless, dribbling zombie? Say something!' Sakura's inner self yelled at her.
Ino began to wonder if maybe it was too much, too fast. She didn't want to ruin everything they had. The look on her face, when she had trailed her fingers down her cheek, it was just too much. The look in her half-lidded eyes, the desire that was there. The way her lips had parted as if to move and capture Ino's own, she had felt as if she couldn't resist.
"Sakura," she started again, stopping when her friend reached up to grab the back of her neck. Ino didn't move, waiting to see what she would do.
'Fuck it,' Sakura's thought to herself, staring into Ino's blue eyes.
The kiss wasn't gentle, it was needy, lustful. Sakura's fingers ran over the blonde's tank top, sliding down to her hips, rubbing sensitive skin as she let herself release everything she had been holding back. Her lips parted, searching for Ino's tongue as she pushed harder in to the kiss.
Ino gasped, surprised and aroused by her counterparts sudden ferocity. Sakura's tongue fought with Ino's, wrestling in a a series of twirls and flicks. Within seconds Ino found her back pressed against the seat cushion with Sakura on all fours, towering over her.
Sakura's lips left hers, drifting down to her neck, nipping and licking her skin with sloppy kisses that left a wet trail.
'She tastes amazing,' Sakura thought lustfully, sucking on the blondes pulse point, calling forth a slight moan. The rose haired ninja bit at her love's skin gently, taking in everything she could about the experience. Her taste, her smell, the way her fingers ran up her sides and tightened their grip when she found a particularly sensitive spot.
Ino bit at her fellow shinobi's ear, tugging playfully until her lips were once again preoccupied.
Sakura's lips left Ino's again for a moment, peppering her cheek with soft kisses as she worked along her jaw line.
"I love you too," she whispered into the blonde's ear, lust thickening the words. When she looked back, Ino's eyes glistened with tears and Sakura smiled.
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End chapter two! Hope you all enjoyed, the action will be picking up soonish. I cut out a lot of the previous version of this chapter and replaced even more. To those who read the original version, I hope I have improved upon it.
Thanx for reading, - Kiravu