(v) Beauty and the Beast
"The difference," he attempted to explain - raising his voice above the cacophony of groans - "Is that I'm on a mission whereas you are doing this voluntarily."
"Oh puh-leeze, Inuzuka," The girl laughed harshly, taking a drag of a well-bitten cigarette, "You really think there's a Hidden Village of Bangs? God, you're even cuter than I thought."
"I don't know about you, but I'm getting paid!"
It was more than Temari could take. The girl erupted in shrieks quite unbecoming of her slender, nubile form and reached across the bed to take the boy's cheeks, markings and all, firmly in one hand. "Come on, tell me - what's the mission objective."
"Let go," Kiba growled, trying to keep his eyes on her face, "I'm suppose to lay every chick that comes up here."
"Uh-huh. I know that part."
"And get important information!"
"This is rich."
"I swear...i'm suppose to learn about positions." He finished, avoiding her fierce grin, "Y'know... like where the platoons go..." He stopped in mid-sentence as a cold foot pressed itself lightly against his chest.
"What you gonna do now, soldier? This is new."
Kiba blushed furiously and pushed the foot away. Why didn't girls ever listen to him? "One day, I'm going to win that war. You'd better hope you're not against me, woman."
"Oh, believe you me, I don't want to be against you," Temari turned away from him, the moonlight from an open window washing her bare skin a pale, luminiscent blue.
She could feel his eyes on her back and shivered slightly despite herself. "Look around you, Kiba," she said, softly, "You've already lost." There was no reply, no sound - save the crescendo and diminuendo of hell.