Chapter 3, Forced to be a Flower
"Hey there, Sakura." Ino smiled at her long time friend as they sat in the back room of the flower shop where Ino had lead the pink haired beauty.
Sakura turned red, even the sound of her name made her remember the night before, all those words coming from Ino's lips-the lips Sakura herself had tasted.
And I went and let her drag me into the storage room.. alone... not good... Sakura gulped. This is Ino I'm talking about, though. I bet she just did it as a prank to get my mind off Naruto and Sasuke... I have no reason to get so flustered over it.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Ino smirked, narrowing her eyes seductively, making Sakura fidget and feel like the blond was seeing right through her false confidence-and her clothes.
"You know what I cam here to discus." Sakura tried to keep her voice firm.
"Nope." Ino's eyes told a different story, on the other hand.
"Ino-Pig, I'm not joking here."
"I'm not either." Her smirk widened.
"Oh yes I am." Sakura read in her eyes.
"I came to talk about what happened last night." the fifteen year old girl finally managed to spit out.
"What happened last night?" Ino played coy.
"I-you-...!" Sakura's temper began to rise.
"Why don't you show me what happened." Ino stepped closer to Sakura.
Why is Ino doing this...? Shouldn't she just admit that she k-kissed me last night, laugh her butt off and get over it? Sakura's mind was jumbled, and she wished that she had Shikamaru standing next to her to explain everything.
The rosy haired kunochi backed way from Ino, hitting the wall, keeping her eyes pinned to her calm, lusty friend.
"You don't have to fun away, Sakura." Ino took another step closer, pressing her body against Sakura's, their faces only inches apart. Sakura could feel th press of Ino's breasts against hers, and the blond could hear the beat of Sakura's frantic heart resonate throughout her body. "You don't have to be afraid." Ino tried to assure her.
She couldn't figure out why she hadn't resisted. She thought she would have been able to set her nerves and the queer (in both manners of the term) situation aside and preserve. She thought she would have been able to push Ino away with her herculean strength and scold her. She thought she would be able to stay on top of things.
Yet in the end she was just a flower, again. Manipulated and used.
Ino pressed against Sakura harder as they touched lips, sliding her wet tongue into Sakua's mouth and exploring every inch of her best friend's mouth.
I'm still just a flower... Sakura squeezed her eye shut, waiting for the moment to end.