Five: Iruka and Anko

I don't own Naruto or any of its characters

It was Friday at the academy, Fridays were usually laid back and everyone was always ready for the weekend. The students had long since been dismissed and the time was 4:30. Umino Iruka was at his desk in his classroom surrounded by stacks of papers. He looked comfortable with his sleeves rolled up and his forehead protector removed. He had given tests to each group of students that day and now he had test papers and answer keys piled all around him. He had been working on grades since 3:30. He had finished his beginner class exams and was now moving on to the intermediate group. His classroom door was open and there was a knock on the door frame.

He smiled as he looked over towards the door. "Hey, come here." Iruka said putting his pencil down and pushing his chair away from his desk. It was Anko. She removed her messenger bag from her shoulder, sat it beside the door and walked over to him. His hands were outreached towards her and so she took this as an invitation to straddle her legs over his lap. She leaned back against the desk, as he put his arms around her. "You all done?" he asked.

"Yeah, I turned in the reports and got copies of all those packets, they're in my bag." She leaned forward and kissed him, she could tell he wasn't completely listening to her. It was risky to be sitting in another ninjas lap with your lips entangled on a weekday, but Iruka's classroom was somewhat isolated and Anko didn't really care.

"Will you do something for me?" Iruka asked kissing Anko's neck.

"Of course." She said with her arms over his shoulders.

"I need to get this next batch of tests graded before I leave, so how about you stop and get us something to eat and put a few extra beers in the fridge." Anko smiled.

"Okay." She leaned forward and kissed him again, this time longer. Iruka reluctantly let her off his lap.

"I won't be long." He told her. And so Anko left to carry out her instructions.

Iruka's apartment was in a perfect location. He lived at the end of the 5th floor row so he got the least traffic. Anko had a key to his apartment; she had for several months now. She let herself in and placed their dinner on the kitchen table. It wasn't long before Iruka arrived home and after kissing Anko, he immediately went to the shower. She quickly set the table with paper plates…only the best for Iruka. She had picked up dumplings and soup; of course as far as they were concerned…beer went with everything. Iruka returned with wet hair and a most intoxicating scent.

"So did you get everything done you needed today?" Anko asked.

"Yeah, well…actually I got at a stopping point. Everything else will just have to wait until Monday." Iruka answered her. "And all those school girls on Friday…all they talk about are their weekend dates." Iruka said rolling his eyes. Anko smiled.

"Did you tell them about the weekend with your school girl?" Iruka set his eyes on her.

"No….my school girl is too naughty for them." Anko smiled again.

"You know…I'm naughtier after school's out." Anko said. Iruka didn't have to say a word to her, he was nearly finished with his dinner anyway, he picked up his plate and took it over to the sink. He was eyeing her the entire time….she knew what it meant. They had done this for too long for her to not get the message. He quickly returned to Anko who was giving him her most alluring eyes….god how she was good at that. He swept her and managed to open the refrigerator and take out the beers Anko had placed in there earlier. He teased her by placing the cold bottles on her back; of course she screamed the entire way to the couch where he dumped her into the soft cushions. Anko pulled his lips into hers; this worked every time. She let her hands glide through his clean hair. He always smelled so wonderful after he had gotten out of the shower. It didn't take Iruka long to make himself comfortable over top of Anko. Besides, this wasn't their first time in this position. Anko pulled Iruka's lips away from hers only for a moment to catch her breath. She looked into chocolate brown eyes.

"Do you think Gai or Kurenai or Hayate or well…anyone else knows what we're doing?" Anko asked pushing dark brown hair behind Iruka's ears. Iruka smiled.

"No…I don't." he reassured her.

"Even though both Gai and Hayate live in this apartment building and we've been doing this now for 7 months?" Anko asked with shining eyes.

"They can't hear us, Gai lives 2 floors up and Hayate lives on the other side of this floor." Iruka said kissing her again. Anko managed to slip her tongue into his mouth. She knew every move to make; she could already feel his body beginning to tense up.

Anko slowly inched her fingertips up Iruka's shirt. It always ticked him at first, but then she teased the hell out of him keeping him guessing if her hands were going to travel up or down. It was only a matter of time before he would slide his hands underneath the edge of her panties. She liked it when he did that. She remembered the first time they were together…they didn't intend on spending the night together…but what began as the two of them making out on this very couch ended up with Iruka's hands down her pants curious to see what kind of panties she was hiding in there. It was funny because they weren't even drinking….that much. Iruka hadn't hosted another party since that night because both he and Anko denied anything happened after everyone left.

Iruka suddenly pulled his lips away from Anko's ever so slightly he could feel her fingers drifting….drifting…drift….ing….closer…..and then she pulled her hands away. She laughed innocently. As if he really thought she would go there that easily. He knew better. Anko decided it was time to get some beer in her. She was a wild lover when she had been drinking. She pushed Iruka off of her playfully.

"Oh my god….you're stopping there aren't you?" Iruka whined. Anko opened the beer.

"For right now I am." Anko drank beer faster than any other ninja in Konoha, much faster than Iruka. Anko flipped around and situated herself on his lap….she really should never have grinded her hips into him the way she did…it was like lightly pulling the trigger of a loaded gun. Her sweet kiss was soaked with beer, she was far from drunk, but beer always tasted so good to her. "Why have we never done it on your couch?" Anko asked stripping Iruka's shirt from him.

"Because the last time we tried you slid off." Iruka said kissing her.

"Do you think I'll get rug burn if I get on the floor?" Anko asked feeling her own shirt come over her head.

"Yes." Iruka answered.

"Okay!" Anko said with delight.