A/N: I really, REALLY need to stop thinking about these things at work... This one is also a bit more graphic than what I usually do. I must be having some really crazy bad dreams these days!
Pein/Konan drabble collection - Prompt: Clubs
Somewhere in the land of stone, Konan was frowning, staring at the mirror uncertainly. Why was she doing this again?
"I need you to disguise yourself at this club, and find out more about the ringleader of a nearby group of ninjas. I believe that they are smuggling far more goods than my other scouts report. I need your best efforts..." His low voice had been so firm, so convincing... Shit, what was she thinking? She had let him talk her into this.
It was a strip club. A damn strip club. She couldn't just hang in the back and listen in on conversations. Why would a woman want to do that? It would instantly look suspicious... or like she was a lesbian or something. Instead, she had bribed the manager of the club to allow her to replace one of his girls for a few nights, and had a severe crash course in seduction. Damn it all, Pein was going to pay when she got back! Revenge was all she could think about even as she did a turn around the platform.
Pein sat at his desk again, tapping the end of his pencil on the stack of invoices. No, the reports from that group of ninjas just didn't add up. They must be tweaking the numbers... At least Konan would get the right information. He wasn't sure just what kind of club he had sent her to, but it had just sounded like a tavern near one of the border shipping towns. Entertainment and an inn for travelers, probably. Maybe she had found a disguise as a waitress. Why did that suddenly make him smirk?
He frowned, rising from his seat to toss the useless invoices in the trash, pausing when he sensed her presence outside the door. Good. Finally back. He sat in one of the nearby lounge chairs as he often did when not at work, pinching his tired eyes. She paused just inside, waiting until he turned to greet her. With a nod, he acknowledged her. Other than looking a bit tired, nothing seemed to be out of order. That meant she hadn't needed to fight anyone. "What did you learn about the smugglers?"
She resisted the urge to grimace, keeping her face impassive. Oh no, not yet... Revenge would come, but she would bide her time... "They are smuggling fifty-thousand more than they report per month."
His brows raised slightly. "Fifty-thousand...? I knew they were better than the reports first said but... Good work. I will have Kakuzu renegotiate with them." He hesitated slightly. "I trust you had no complications with the mission."
Her lips quirked slightly. "Nothing I couldn't handle."
She was hiding something, he could tell. What, though? She never wore her wide hat unless it rained, and yet here she was, wearing it and the long cloak indoors. It had rained heavily for the past few days, though, maybe she was going back out...? With a mental shrug, he went back to business. "Did you learn anything else at the club?"
He could have sworn the look on her face was far beyond mischievous. "Yes, Pein, there was just one more thing I learned there..." She paced forward until she was almost right in front of him, that curiously scary smile still on her face. Her figure tilted slightly as she went for her hat, pulling it off slowly. Long blue hair had been curled by that little army of dancer girls at the club before she left, but by then she had at least learned to do her own makeup. Bronze and silver shimmering powder dusted her round cheekbones, deep violet eyeshadow masking her eyes. Behind those pale eyes shone an inner fire, though, some kind of sensation he couldn't identify. Her lengthy curls fell over her shoulders as she leaned back slightly, fingers reaching to undo the snaps of her cloak.
By this point, he knew darn well that she wasn't going to tell him anything about business. He watched as she unsnapped each button, going down, down, down... Oh shit. So that was the kind of club she was sent to... Underneath her cloak, he could see a tiny flash of purple, a fancy little bikini with silvery gems on it. A strip club... no wonder she had looked so... venomous. However, it seemed that the only revenge she wanted was to taunt him with a glimpse of what she had been doing the past few weeks. Not that he minded...
She didn't take off the cloak even though all the buttons had come undone. Instead, she only let him have a peek here and there as she came closer, stepping so she straddled his legs, thankful that he didn't like chairs with armrests. He didn't budge, far more intrigued with watching than touching, but they both knew that would change soon enough. Her hands shoved the cloak aside just a little, running up her legs, up her sides, over her chest, into her hair... Then she threaded her fingers through her hair, dragging up the lengthy mass and playing with it as she swayed from side to side.
Her fingers went all across her skin, up, down, everywhere, as if she felt she was the most tempting creature on this planet. At the moment, he sure thought so, but he didn't let his impassive exterior crack. Not yet, anyway. It was interesting to see how much this one mission had changed her. She seemed to have a new confidence just by the way she moved, the way she seemed to own every ounce of delicious temptress in her. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips pouted slightly, back arching just so. That cloak always fell away at just the right moment to reveal skin here and there and really, before today he would have never considered those threatening cloaks to have erotic appeal.
She put her hands on his shoulders, leaning closer and rubbing her chest against his, nibbling at his ear as she hummed seductively. Her thighs rubbed against his as she arched into him, tilting her head back. He was already experiencing the effects of her little show, but she wasn't about to let it go on just yet. Keeping her gaze on his eyes, she slowly shrugged out of her cloak, shoulders sliding first, inch by inch of pale skin showing itself. At long last the lengthy garment was shed, leaving only her in her scantily clad glory. She reached for his hands and allowed him to explore whatever he pleased, enjoying the feel of his roughened fingers on her soft skin.
When she reached for his shirt, he smirked up at her and finally spoke. "Did they teach you to strip your customers too?"
She bit her lip teasingly, every tiny action becoming more and more arousing. "Of course not. This is just for us, love. Those beasts didn't even get to lay a finger on me." She licked up his neck slowly before whispering in his ear. "Only you get that pleasure, Pein."
He noticed her odd play on words with a raised eyebrow, his hands still roaming every inch. When she tugged at his cloak again, he allowed her to take it off, his fingers instantly returning to her upper thighs. Higher and higher he went, watching as she tossed back her head when he grazed across her most sensitive point. Her gaze turned fiery again and she turned back into the huntress on the prowl, grabbing at his clothes and his skin until she managed to ditch the rest of his clothing, biting his shoulder fiercely. He twitched slightly, surprised by her sudden aggression, but enjoyed every bit of it as she rubbed her whole body against his.
She paused, taking a moment to strip the tiny garment of hers slowly, letting him savor the show. A slight twist of her hips, a tilt of her shoulders, still moving back and forth seductively... At last she had rid herself of the last piece, reaching up once more to let her long curls flow over her back like a waterfall. His hands gripped her hips firmly, eyes glancing at hers. He wanted to get on with the next part, and she couldn't have agreed more. She put her hands on his shoulders again, brushing up his neck before wrapping her arms around him, rubbing against him before lowering herself down onto him. It didn't hurt this time, fortunately, though she was still extremely tight from all the sensual action.
Her pace was slow at first, not too much but just right, her noises only helping increase the tension. He closed his eyes, still letting his hands brush over her sensitized skin as she tilted her head, arching backwards slightly. She was quite athletic as a kunoichi, and she had far more flexibility than an ordinary woman, and she leaned back as she could before returning to normal, increasing the pace suddenly. The room felt warmer by the second, the rising heat only fueling the heated passion. As the rhythm increased, their noises grew louder and louder. She came suddenly, tightening with a shudder as she released, still keeping the pace. He grabbed her hips firmly, setting her in a different angle, extending her climax as he reached his own. She collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, then to his surprise started to laugh softly.
He smirked weakly, still trying to catch his breath. "And just... what is so... funny?"
She only smiled up at him. "I finally got why you sent me on that stupid mission... Pein... If you want to dress me up, you don't have to go to that much trouble." He raised his eyebrow but didn't comment. No, that hadn't been the reason for the mission, but the way it turned out... Maybe sometime he would have to take her comment to heart. Mission or not, he would definitely find a way to explore every possibility.
A/N: ...wow. Well that was... a little different from the norm. For me, anyway. This is why I write drabble series in between major fic updates. It gives me practice with things that I need serious help in!
