Only Asuma - Chapter 2

With Kurenai hanging on to his right shoulder, Asuma fumbled with the keys, trying to desperately to find the right one. His lit cigarette dropped from his mouth and onto the doormat, small sparks bouncing as it made contact.

"Dammit…" he muttered.

"Are you OK, Asuma?" Kurenai raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a naturally seductive expression.

Asuma blushed, though it was hard to tell on his worn rough face. He quickly stomped out the embers that were eating away at mat. Finally getting into his apartment, Kurenai first sauntered over to the living room, placing her jacket on the arm of the couch and instantly stretched out, draping her smooth slender legs over the other. Asuma ran his fingers through his dark hair, flicked on the lights in the kitchen and got to work.

"What do ya want Kurenai? I've got Sapporo, Asahi, a few Kirin Lagers." Asuma rattled off a few more beers as he took out the milk and eggs from his fridge and whisked them together into a large plastic bowl.

"I'll take whatever you're having," Kurenai called from the other room. She paused. Her eyes wandered and noticed the corner of a dusty acoustic guitar leaning against the wall next to Asuma's coat rack; the coats acting like a stage curtain and the guitar, an eager child unable to stay behind it. "I didn't know you played guitar!"

"I don't, I mean I do, but not well," he huffed, now pouring the mixture onto the griddle.

Asuma then reappeared into the living room, a six pack of beer that Kurenai was unfamiliar with in hand. Noticing the quizzical look on her face he placed the beers on the coffee table in front of her, "It's a craft beer. They are more popular in the metropolitan regions, but I like them because of their higher alcohol content," he winked at her as he cracked one open with one of his chakra blades.

"My kind of beer then," she smiled coyly at him, taking the bottle and pressing it against her red painted lips.

Asuma made his way back to the kitchen as as quickly as he left he reappeared but this time with a large plate of pancakes in one hand and a bottle of syrup and silverware clutched in the other.

"Pancakes at this hour?" Kurenai glanced at the clock, it was almost 1:00 AM.

"Breakfast is my favorite," he chuckled. He plopped down on the couch next to the woman in the red dress.

They laughed, drank, ate, and drank some more. Soon the sun was about to rise and the two barely noticed the time passing by.

"A..and you remember… t-that one time?" Kurenai squealed in laughter as her body wobbled, trying to steady herself upright on the couch.

"W-what time?" Asuma asked, his words slightly sloshing over each other.

Kurenai began to speak as she attempted to get up from the couch. The heels she was wearing clanked on the old wooden floor and one slipped out from underneath of her, her body falling with it.

"Ahh!"

Asuma darted up from the couch and caught her. She breathed in his leathery scent as she quickly inhaled out of surprise.

"You OK?" He asked hurriedly, their foreheads almost touching.

Kurenai's blush was more obvious on her pale skin. Her wavy hair; rich dark black strands that mimicked her body's curves, fell partially over her face.

"Let's get you to bed." Asuma easily cradled her in his arms. His thick boxy build came in handy not only on the battlefield.

He laid her down. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were closed. The soft golden rays streaming in from the bedside window cascaded onto her skin.

"Kurenai..." She murmured something in response, but Asuma couldn't decipher it. "I'm going to take off your dress for you and give you one of my shirts for you to wear to sleep," he stated, this time not as nervously. Something had come over him. Maybe it was liquid courage or maybe it was a strong sense of being a good guy. He knew his intentions weren't to be misinterpreted as lewd.

Kurenai drunkenly propped herself up and turned around, "...zipper."

Asuma tugged as the back of her dress. One silky red strap fell off her shoulder as he pulled downward. His rough but warming hands barely touched her skin, sending electricity through her body.

The dress was off and Asuma was stunned by the sight in front of him. Her back was unblemished, the perky roundness of her breast could be slightly seen in her silhouette.

Asuma blushed again. She then stood up and steadied herself against him and the dress fell to the floor around her ankles. As he was about to turn away, the wavy haired woman whispered, "It's alright, Asuma," and stood facing him, kicking off her heels all in one motion.

Asuma averted his eyes, trying hard to look out the window at the rising sun.

"You don't want to look at my body?" She said in a stronger voice, sobering up.

"Uh-huh, no-no! It's not like that!" He stuttered, his eyes glancing over her quickly, but quickly darted back to the window.

Her expression changed and she pressed her breast up against him. She could feel his heart pounding faster at her touch.

"Asuma, for a man who is so tall and beefy, you sure are a a big softie!" She laughed, hugging him closer.

"I just think you are so beautiful..." he barely got out in a whisper.

It has been awhile, sorry everyone! Looks like you'll have to reread chapter! I recently found some inspiration to write again. I have been very busy (currently in graduate school and also ripping out my hair because of it). Next chapter there is a warning: IT WILL BE RATED M.

Thank you for those who took the time to review. Here is your long awaited Chapter 2.

Always,

RiotRin (aka SkylarBecker/Riotguy96)