A/N: Hey, guys! Another update for you! YAY! This chapter WILL have lemons, so if you don't like, SEE YA! Anyway, to answer the anon reviewer...
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Therapy: A ShikaIno Story
Chapter o2: Caring
"…Look here she comes now. Bow down and stare in wonder. Oh, how we love you; no flaws when you're pretending…"
-Everybody's Fool, Evanescence
I woke up early the next morning for some reason. Around 6:30 or so. That was of course early for a lazy ass like me, who would sleep the whole day if he could. Especially since I had just had a long, one week mission (that my mother seemed to not care about, because she still hadn't even given me an icepack for my headache), and had had that little episode with Ino, but I guess it was all part of a day's work. Shikamaru: the crazy-woman-babysitter and shinobi.
I frowned at the clouds I had been staring at for about forty minutes. I didn't really like the sound of it; it didn't suit me well at all. I had always wanted a simple life—one where I had an alright looking wife, with a couple kids, and an alright looking house. I wanted to play Shogi as I aged, and then retire as an average ninja when I got too old, and live the rest of my life with my common wife, not take care of the drunken wreck that was my teammate.
I sighed and laced my hands behind my head, looking up at the clouds above from my comfortable spot on the grass. Really, was the only peace I ever got in my own home?
"Honestly, Shikamaru, all you ever do is watch clouds and sit around…" chastised an annoyingly familiar voice.
I cocked my head backward to see the blonde drunk with her hands on her hips, and an irritated pout on her angel (devil)-like face. I let out a deep exhale. I had spoken too soon. I had forgotten that the child that I took care of had spent the night. She was so troublesome.
"No, all I ever do is take care of your bothersome ass," I retorted, looking back at the blue skies.
"I can take care of myself, you know," she snapped tersely. "I'm eighteen now."
I began to glare slightly at the fluffy clouds above. "Is there something you need, Ino?" I asked, getting a little peeved at having to hear her nag me every second of the day she wasn't drunk. I thought about it. I really didn't know what I hated more: Drunken Ino, or Hangover Ino. Well…Drunken Ino was usually very pleasant once she fell asleep…
She was quiet for a second, and I looked back to see why she hadn't given me a curt reply. There was a smile on her face and she reached a hand up to her head. "You mean other than a few aspirins?" She giggled, and I couldn't help but smirk. When Ino joked, it was the closest thing you were to be getting to an apology when she had such a headache. "Yeah, your mother wants you to know that breakfast is ready." With a small smile still attached to her face, she walked back into the house.
I stood from my snug spot on the grass, and reluctantly followed her into the kitchen. I still wasn't really in the mood to talk to my parents about what had happened to Ino the night before. If you ask me, everything that needed to be said had already been said then. Ino had been drunk, end of story.
Upon entering the kitchen, I noticed my dad at the table reading the newspaper, and my mother putting the final pieces of the meal on the table. My mother was first to notice me.
She smiled warmly at Ino first. "Thank-you, dear." Ino nodded graciously and took a seat at the table. "Good morning, Shikamaru. Did you sleep well?"
Ah, my sweet mother was back. "Yeah, thanks." I took a seat,too, immediately grabbing at the food. I was starved. I noticed how Ino didn't touch her plate or the food around it. So, now she was acting all shy. My mother seemed to notice too.
"Ino, dear, you are allowed to eat anything you like. You don't have to be so polite."
Ino shook her head. "Oh, I couldn't. I've already intruded your home. I don't want to over stay my welcome," she said, showing off her perfect pearly-whites. I rolled my eyes and chomped on my food hungrily. She was lucky she was so beautiful. I had to hold myself back from staring too long, sometimes.
"Nonsense, Ino-chan, what kind of mother would I be if I let my son's teammate starve to death? Eat something, love, I insist," ranted my mother with a gasp. Her brown eyes sparkled delightfully when they laid on Ino. It must have been pleasant that there was another woman under our roof.
Ino smiled again, and pushed a strand of platinum blonde hair behind her pierced ear. "Thank-you so much, Nara-san." She piled small rations of some of the food on her plate, and ate gracefully.
My dad looked up from his paper. "Are you feeling better from last night, Ino?"
The blonde swallowed her food, and dabbed her mouth with her napkin. "Much. Thank-you for asking." What a kiss-up. Ino had never acted this kind, ever.
My happy mom sat down right next to Ino, leaving the cleaning and cooking behind, if only for awhile. I reached out and took seconds, before anyone could really get anything at all while my mother was fixated on my teammate. Having Ino in the house really wasn't that bad…
"Oh my, you're just so sweet!" cooed my mother as she grabbed Ino's hands. "And gorgeous too—isn't she beautiful, Shikaku?" she nagged.
My dad's eyes left his paper for a split second, letting his eyes smile at Ino. "Very," he stated, looking back at his paper.
Ino cocked her head to the side and giggled harmoniously. "Er…thank-you." It was the same story every time. Don't be fooled by her unsure smiles and thanks. Ino knew she was hot, and it was routine for my mother to comment on it every time the girl came over. The blonde would never be this modest in public.
"You must have to beat the men off of you with a stick!" I lurched forward, choking on my food slightly. That was a new one. Where was my mother going with this? "How is Sai, by the way?" she questioned as if she were talking about the weather. When Ino nodded and added in a timid 'Oh, he's fine', my mother continued. "Oh, you'll have to teach Shikamaru about relationships. He's never going to get married at his rate," she giggled, glaring at me out of the side of her eye. I leaned my head on my hand. The reason I had no girl was obviously because women and relationships were troublesome. My average wife could wait a couple more years.
Ino was quiet for awhile, and then she looked down at her food with a sad smile. Her lips pouted as if she was thinking very hard and then she looked up, straight into my eyes. Blue locked with chocolate for a second, and we exchanged words in just that simple glance. She looked down again and laughed a soft and snide laugh. "I don't think I'd be the one to give tips…" She paused, we all did, and I couldn't help but stare at her serene looking face. It was different than it normally was when she had a hangover.
The softness of her voice had even my dad looking at the girl over his newspaper.
"What?" giggled my mother nervously. "Of course you have something to say, you seem to be doing well in your relationships!" went on the dark-haired woman.
Ino scratched the back of her head sheepishly, snapping out of her funk for a little. "No, not really…" she assured, also giving an uneasy laugh.
My eyes narrowed knowingly at the blonde as I pushed my food around my plate. It didn't matter, though. She was so caught up in her own little Ino World, that she wouldn't notice a volcano erupt.
After a few seconds, Ino stood up and smiled again. "I should get going," she said, much to my mother's sadness. Ino bowed at the door. "Thank-you so much for all of your kindness, Nara-san. I hope to visit on different terms next time." She gave my parents a genuine Ino smile (one that even blinded me) and then slipped on her shoes before leaving.
My mother stood as well. "Goodbye, Ino-chan!" she called before commenting on how wonderful the blue-eyed blonde was and then cleaning again. I frowned, vaguely hearing my mother tell me something along the lines of 'Don't think you're off the hook, Shikamaru. I still want to know what happened last night'.
I chose not to answer, my mind wandering to Ino. She was so beautiful, and everything she was was getting killed by this Sai kid. It actually hurt to watch.
Walking down the streets of Konoha, all I could think about was Ino. Damn that witch; she was always on my mind—mostly because I felt the girl couldn't take care of herself. That's normally what you think of someone when they drink all day and night, and supposedly work in a hospital.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. I wondered if Tsunade-sama ever caught her drunk at work. While Ino was a medical ninja and probably could perform some jutsu so that she showed up to work sober, I didn't put it behind her to deem being sober unnecessary, and show up as she was. Ino was anything but shy.
I groaned, searching through my pockets and not finding one cent left. I had just finished paying off Ino's alcohol bill, and wasn't in the best mood. The bitch always said she'd pay me back, but never quite got to it.
Go figure.
It was around lunch, and I was pretty hungry. I supposed there was some leftover food at my apartment; you'd have to knock me out and drag me to get me to go back to my parents' house. I had barely gotten out of telling them what had happened to Ino the night prior, as pointless as it was. She had been drunk, but for some reason that was never enough for my parents.
Ino was the darling little girl they never had.
Not that I minded, and not that I was abused or unloved or anything, but you should see the look on my mom's face whenever Ino walks through the door. It's literally like she died and went to heaven.
It's ironic, really, because whenever I see her coming through the door, I feel myself descending in the opposite direction…
"Shikamaru," called a familiar voice. I looked up and instantly met turquoise irises. The owner of those eyes was waving at me from a little ways away, a man standing next to her.
I stuffed my hands into my pockets and slowly made my way over to the couple. "Sakura," I greeted, nodding my head her way, and then towards the man. "Neji."
Neji, in turn, acknowledged me with a nod of the head. Even with Sakura, he was still as quiet and aloof as they come. As much as I think it's troublesome to stay social, Neji thought that tenfold—the raise of his brow when Sakura called me over told me that much. He always looked slightly agitated to begin with.
Sakura smiled prettily, and I knew she wanted something. "Shikamaru-kun—" Hell no, she was using suffixes. "Have you seen Ino lately?"
I sighed, tilting my head back to look at the sky. Could I go anywhere without having something—someone—remind me of this girl? It was like she was my actual responsibility—like I was her actual babysitter. No. I do not recall signing up for that.
"No," I answered curtly, blandly. I didn't really want to have to deal with talking about the blonde one any more than necessary.
When I finally looked back at Sakura, she was giving me these big, anxious, dopey eyes. Her eyebrows were knitted together and her lip was trembling with apprehension. This was a problem. It was a problem because as dopey and dumb and pitiful as Sakura looked right now, it was her patented puppy dog look, and it worked every time.
Once, Sakura had given me those eyes. She dragged me into making this fool-proof plan to get the Hyuga's to like her a lot so she could "take it further" or whatever with Neji. It was pointless because the only adult that was ever in charge of Neji and is still around is Neji's uncle, and we all know he doesn't give a fuck. In the end, Sakura had even puppy-dog-eyed me into the plan and now every time I pass a Hyuga I feel them glaring into my head.
I don't really like to talk about it…
What a drag.
I glanced at Neji and all he did was give me some crazy look. I could tell he didn't want to deal with the Haruno's whining about her friend, and was going to give me hell if I didn't help her out.
Well sheesh, if I don't know where the girl is, then I don't know where the girl is.
"Are you sure, Shikamaru?" Uh-oh. She dropped the suffix, aka, she was getting serious. Her tone was that of a short-tempered mother now, and I sighed.
"She ate breakfast at my house this morning, but I haven't seen her since." I raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you see her at work today?"
"No," replied Sakura worriedly as she shook her head. "We work in different wings, but when I went to say hi, I saw she hadn't even punched in," she shrugged and then looked at me pointedly. "I figured she was with you…"
I resisted the urge to groan—as much energy as it took—and closed my eyes. Why did everyone think I kept tabs on this girl? Because you DO, my insides screamed. I ignored.
My eyes narrowed slightly. "Well, have you seen Sai?" I questioned.
Sakura scratched the back of her head. "No…?" she answered warily, slowly.
"Then it's obvious where she is…" I murmured, unintentionally adding a bitter hint to my voice and rolling my eyes. Ino would never learn. That guy was bad news; he didn't even give a crap about her. Not that I blamed the dude, he couldn't help it—being raised in ROOT and all that, that's pretty harsh.
Sakura gave a forced, sheepish laugh. "Oh, that…" she mumbled, scratching at the back of her head. She looked down for awhile and I could tell that she was thinking. Sakura's IQ rivaled my own, but the thing about Sakura is you can always tell what's running through her head—her thoughts are always displayed on her face. I hadn't been on any missions recently with her, but I remember back when she was a genin how she used to make that tiny mistake out on the field. It used to drive me crazy.
But Sakura was a full-blown interrogator now and was even on par with that of her sempai's Ibiki and Anko. Something told me that the giddy pinkette before me wasn't exactly the same Sakura that questioned and tortured S-class ninja. I could've cringed when I pictured the two clashing personalities. How did she do it—carry two different personalities like that?
"Shikamaru, let's have lunch together. We need to talk," she offered with a smile.
I shook my head, groaning out a complaint. While I was hungry, I wasn't in the mood to stay out and eat. It was just too troublesome, and I was just too tired.
Sakura smiled. "C'mon, I'll pay. Seriously, Shikamaru, I won't take no for an answer."
"I don't want to be a part of this," stated Neji stiffly. He didn't want to be a part of it? It's his girl.
Sakura looked at her fiancé dryly. "We know you don't, Neji, why don't you just take the rest of the groceries home," offered Sakura, handing him the bag in her hands.
"Hn," grunted the Hyuga as he took the bag from her and began walking away. I smirked at his retreating form.
There's one word for that.
Whipped.
I looked back at Sakura to see her beaming at me. "Shall we?"
She sipped at her drink and looked around the restaurant with these big, green eyes—like she had never been there before. That was the thing about Sakura that I was saying earlier: when she doesn't watch herself, or think about it, she looks painfully innocent and curious. She looks like that little twelve year old genin that hid behind Sasuke, and hated Naruto.
She doesn't know (or if she does, she doesn't act like it), but everyone can see the worry in Neji's eyes. He worries that people will take advantage of her because of her looks, distances himself because he's scared to get attached to something so fragile looking, only for it to get torn right out of his hands. He's pure Hyuga blood—and all of the women that I've seen that are Hyuga's (with the exception of Hinata) are stone-faced and cold.
They proudly hold their heads high and have this air about them that makes people think they know everything—but Sakura isn't like that.
At the same time, calling Sakura weak would be a poor observation on your own part. Sakura was one of the strongest kunoichi of her age—and probably one of the top five medics of the village. She had been sent on dozens of S-class missions by the age of seventeen and her genjutsu was absolute—enough to make the most stoic ninja collapse in but seconds.
Sakura was also emotionally strong. When Sasuke had left the village, Sakura had still been in love with him. Deeply, deeply in love with him—not just some crush like the other girls. She had a short, hard time without the boy, but after awhile she pulled herself out of her funk, and here she was now—as perky and happy as ever.
It would be an understatement to say I was proud of Sakura.
I only wished I could say the same for Ino.
Sakura pushed a short strand of pink hair behind her ear. I knew for a fact that Ino still cut it for her every once and awhile. "Shikamaru…Ino is…" She looked down, eyes darkening a bit.
My own gaze grew serious. "Aa…she's lost it," I stated, understanding perfectly where the pinkette was going.
The medic shook her head, bubble-gum colored eyebrows furrowing. "I don't understand," she muttered softly. "Sai's my teammate, and I know him better than Ino does. I know how he thinks…" Her eyes locked with mine sincerely. "He doesn't care for Ino. I'm not sure he even knows what caring is."
I sighed, massaging my eyes with my fingers roughly. "She knew what she was getting herself into." I sat back so I was leaning against the chair comfortably, eyes narrowing as I crossed my arms. "But enough's enough. As troublesome as it is, if I don't look after her ass, no one will. Ino's played with fire and gotten burned with it so many times she doesn't even realize the scars that are forming." I scoffed thinking about how empty my wallet was. "Not to mention that drinking problem…"
Sakura wriggled in her seat a little and gave me a weird look. "I'm not so sure it's a drinking problem." She refused to look me in the eye, and I knew instantly that Sakura had caught a bad case of Denial. "I mean it's not that bad…right…?"
I stared at her as if she had grown another head. "Not that bad?" I repeated and then closed my eyes, sighing again. I knew Sakura always tried to see the cup half full or whatever, but…
"Sakura, last week at Chouji's party—it was around three in the afternoon." I raised an eyebrow at her. "Ino was carrying a red plastic cup and singing Shots. What was in that cup, Sakura?" I asked slowly, like I was speaking to a child.
Sakura bit her lip and played with her food before answering, "Punch…possibly…?"
I rolled my eyes. Really? "It was booze, Sakura. Ino was drunk," I corrected.
She let all the air in her lungs escape through her lips, before her nose wrinkled a little. "It was booze, wasn't it?" the Haruno finally admitted in a defeated tone. "My best friend's an alcoholic," she said sadly to herself. She sighed again, grabbing the bridge of her nose. "Sai's going to fuck her over, and he doesn't even know left from right…"
"She got herself into this, she can get herself out," I said blandly.
Sakura pouted. "I'm not liking the attitude," she scolded sternly and then hope sprung into her eyes, those green orbs looking that of an innocent infant's again. "Why don't you just finally tell her you love her?" I swear my heart almost stopped. The pink-haired girl's eyes softened even more. "You care for her more than anyone I know, Shikamaru. Why can't you just tell her?" she begged, giving me pleading eyes.
Ah, the trembling of the bottom lip tactic. Not so fast, Haruno.
"Because I'm not going to lie to her," I answered shortly.
Sakura gave a short laugh, leaning forward. "Lie to her? All this talk about lying, and you're sitting there lying to yourself!" she accused. The pinkette's face grew sad, and I knew I would give in at any moment now. "Don't you want to help Ino? Shikamaru, I know she's important to you."
I snorted bitterly and shut my eyes, feigning sleep. "This is all such a drag…I'm tired."
I heard her sigh, and I could practically feel the hope draining out her muscles. "I'll ask for the bill…"
How could she ask me to let my guard down like that—like it was some easy feat? I wanted for Ino to stop falling over herself for this guy, but I would admit my being hesitant to make myself that vulnerable. I was scared to let the wall down, but I was even more scared that I wouldn't know how to build it back up.
"…Shikamaru, your next solo mission won't be for another week…" I sighed deeply, grateful towards the Hokage. I was still tired as hell…
I zoned out as she went over information for the rest of the ninja that were in the office and then bowed once she dismissed us. I began to walk towards the door, when her voice boomed across the room.
"Where do you think you're going, Shikamaru? We need to have a talk," she said sternly, her voice coarse. I rolled my eyes, expecting the worst, before turning around and bowing politely again.
"Yes, Lady Tsunade, what can I do for you?"
Her honey gaze narrowed as she stared at me. Ugh…women were so troublesome…
"You know exactly what you can do for me." I resisted the urge to close my eyes and shake my head. No, for the last time, I do not know where In— "Where is Ino? She was late for her shift this morning and then left early! I have half the mind to strangle her!"
Welcome to the club, I thought blandly.
"I'm sorry to say I haven't seen her, Hokage-sama." I paused, pushing back the voice in my head saying I could list off the top three places in Konoha that she was right now. "But if I do happen to see her, I will tell her to come see you as soon as possible."
The Godaime's frown deepened and her sharp eyes were giving me a headache. I didn't think she could look much angrier. "Oh, you will be seeing Miss Ino, Shikamaru. You had better find her pronto, and make sure she'll be here nice, early, and sober for her next shift tomorrow morning, got it?"
The threatening tone the Hokage had used on me was icy enough to send shivers down my spine. I knew instantly that I had to do what she said, as bothersome as it was.
I bowed quickly. "Of course, Hokage-sama."
She sat back in her chair, though her lips were still set in a straight line. "Dismissed."
This is why I don't allow women in my life.
She shook her head solemnly. "This can't be happening! You have to go find Ino? And drag her to work? Unbelievable!" shouted the pinkette to the heavens.
I shook my head in disbelief and sighed. "I cannot believe you're the one complaining right now," I murmured mostly to myself. This was all so troublesome. The last thing I wanted to spend my time doing was more Ino Babysitting—I'd honestly rather lose a game of Shogi to Naruto.
The reason I was making Sakura come along is because, firstly, I didn't want to be left alone to deal with the blonde's crazy ass, secondly, since they were best friends, maybe she could talk some sense into her, thirdly, Sakura lived in some odd reality in which Ino had never had a sip of liquor, and finally…
I didn't think I could handle having to carry another wasted Ino alone.
I couldn't take Ino breathing heavily on my neck, or whispering my name softly in my ear, because that was dangerous.
It was dangerous, because if I was to be truthful to myself, I liked it. A lot.
And I couldn't handle the Haruno being right about my liking Ino, because she was a dumb and insane blonde that was a nuisance, and deadly to the human race—or at least deadly to me.
The point was she couldn't take care of herself, and because of that, I couldn't help but take care of her. And that in itself was dangerous, because once I started taking care of someone that I had feelings for, I would never stop—and in the end she would never learn for herself that what she was doing was perilous and would lead to her downfall.
I couldn't let that happen. Because I cared.
And, hey, I wasn't completely evil; I didn't mind caring. Just with Ino, I would rather care from a safe distance away. Because she was poison to me and everything I stood for.
It wasn't long before we reached the place I suspected Ino to be. We stood in front of two black doors, and Sakura was biting her lip and shifting from foot to foot awkwardly.
"Are you positive this is where she is?" she asked warily. "I mean, it's only seven. She could still be at Sai's…"
I pushed open the doors, my eyes narrowing. "On Mondays, happy hour is at 6:30 here," I explained, shoving my way through the seedy bar.
I could tell Sakura was uneasy about being in this kind of place by the way her eyes shifted from the sleazy couple in the corner to the man with the toothy grin that kept eyeing her; and the way she didn't fall too far behind me. Sakura was nothing like Ino when it came to venturing out to places like these, no, she was much more comfortable eating a nice candle-lit dinner in the park, which was far less troublesome than her blonde friend. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't pray to Kami that Sakura would rub off on Ino—not one day.
Suddenly, I heard a slap, a squeak, and then a growl behind me and sighed heavily, closing my eyes. Why did the one bad thing that could've happened have to happen? I turned around to see that the man who had been staring at Sakura still had a degrading smirk upon his face, and that Sakura's timid form was now that of an infuriated Tsunade. Her sharp jade eyes bore into the squalid man, but his eyes didn't stray from her ass.
It was obvious that this man had never heard of the pinkette, apprentice to one of the scariest women on Earth—he couldn't have been from Konoha.
I cursed inwardly; Sakura's stance was that of a hungry tiger. If this guy made one wrong move, Sakura would devour him. But if I tried to pull her away now…
My teeth gritted together… Of all the rotten times, this man had to smack Sakura's ass now.
I'd have to take one for the team. I reached forward, grabbing the teal-eyed girl's arm.
"Come on, Sakura, let's go. He's obviously drunk," I lied. It was then that I realized who I was fibbing to; a girl who not too long ago spent her whole day deciding if our Hokage had had enough to drink or not.
I felt Sakura relax in my hold, regardless, her eyes still cold on the man before she huffed and began to follow me again…except not.
I heard a feral growl erupt through the Haruno's lips and turned back around just in time to see Sakura send a powerful punch to the man's face. My eyes widened a bit as I stared at the writhing man on the ground. I could tell by his breathing that the blow hadn't been chakra-filled, but it was still a deadly hit, nonetheless—Sakura was kunoichi, after all. I had to hold in a smirk as I watched the guy, glancing around a little to see that we were in a secluded area of the bar and no one's eyes were on us.
Sakura scowled at the man before flipping her shoulder length pink tresses. "Welcome to Konoha, bitch," she grumbled before catching up to me.
I rolled my eyes; kunoichi were so troublesome. "Do you feel better now?"
She gawked at me for awhile before crossing her arms. "You saw what he did! He had it coming. You have no reason to get fresh with me…"
"You have to remember why we're here."
I could tell she was about to retort before she looked ahead of us, jaw dropping as she pointed to a table. "It's hard to forget," she replied breathlessly.
I raised an eyebrow her way before following her accusing finger to the unbelievable sight she was pointing at. Upon finding it, I can't say I was as surprised as she; I had definitely seen worse from our dear, dear Ino.
The blonde was up on a table, surrounded by around a dozen people—singing and dirty dancing her lungs out, a half empty beer in one hand. I had to tear my eyes away from her so that I wouldn't fall to temptation. Her dancing was rather promiscuous.
My eyes went blank. "Oh, good, she's not drunk yet," I confirmed, lazily sauntering my way over to the table with my hands in my pockets.
"A—are you sure…?" Sakura asked worriedly, her lip trembling in anxiety as she hurriedly scampered after me.
Before the blue-eyed kunoichi had even noticed us, Sakura had asked me of our plan.
"Just talk to her, I'll handle the rest," I answered. Prior to my hands entering my pockets, I had done a few hand signs that my father had taught me. If I kept the chakra molding positions in my pockets, dealing with Ino would be a piece of cake.
Ino noticed us in the middle of her special dancing and smiled devilishly from ear to ear. She sent a clandestine look at the other girls on the table dancing with her and then put her hands on her hips.
"What do you want now, Shikamaru. You honestly just can't stay away," she teased, her other slutty friends giggling behind her, and I wondered how true her statement was. But I kept quiet and let Sakura take a few steps forward.
"Listen, Ino, I know this might be a bad time—" Sakura took the time to glance nervously at the scantily clad girls that continued to drink and dance beside Ino. "—but, we're having dinner at Shikamaru's and we just wanted you to come."
The blonde tilted her head to the side coyly and took another swig of her beer. "Tell me, Sakura, did you come to have a fun night with me or not?" she questioned. My eyes narrowed slightly; I was almost done with the jutsu.
"Are you kidding, Ino? I'm not hanging in this crazy place; I'd kill Neji for less!" she huffed, hands on her hips. I could tell that Sakura was growing some backbone just by talking to Ino. It was like in that instance, Sakura remembered that this was Ino-Pig she was talking to, and they didn't take shit from one another.
"Just get down here and come to dinner, you ugly pig! This place is giving me a headache!"
Ino's nose wrinkled in disgust and she leaned towards her friend threateningly. "Sakura, if you're not here to party, get your big forehead out of my face!"
The pink-haired kunoichi growled, stomping her foot. "Pig!"
"Billboard-Brow!"
I stayed quiet, allowing the two medics to insult and argue with one another as I crossed my arms. I had to resist smirking as Ino mirrored my actions, unbeknownst to her since she was still bickering with her best friend. Sakura was really handy when I had issues with the blonde. She picked fights with Ino that I didn't have the energy to do myself.
After awhile I narrowed my eyes and cleared my throat loudly, causing both of the kunoichi to turn their scowls on me.
"Ino, you're coming with us whether you like it or not," I stated blandly, slipping my hands into my pockets again. The blonde's hands went into a similar position as mine, but since she wasn't adorning any pockets in that skin tight piece of cloth she wanted to call a dress, they were on her hips.
Sakura gasped lightly, finally understanding, and smirked at me. "Shikamaru, you're a genius."
I smirked lazily as well, and once Ino figured out what was going on she let out a loud groan before cursing.
"Please, Ino, is that how you address your escort?"
"And after all the drinks and bars that we've been to, would you give it all, could I give it all up for you?
And after all the boys and the girls that we've been through, would you give all up, could you give it all up…
If I promised, boy, to you…"
-Speechless, Lady GaGa
I picked my eyes up from the plate and eyed the people I had dragged into my little plan. It wasn't really that much of a "secret plan" since everyone knew what was going on, even Ino—but hell, it was working. Ino was sober and away from the twisted night life she liked to live, and my ass would be safe as soon as I delivered her to the hospital tomorrow morning.
Sakura was still with me, trying and failing at starting conversation with the blonde, and Choji was there too, never being able to turn down a meal that I invited him to. He was always in for helping with babysitting Ino, but it was always obvious he wasn't happy about it. He saw it as a job too, but hey, two heads were better than one, and like I said, I didn't think I could handle being alone with the blonde anymore. My wants—needs—were getting harder and harder to say no to. I wanted to love her, care for her, but from a safe distance away and as much as Choji wanted Ino and me together as well, he wouldn't dare do that to me before I was ready.
There had been a long pause since the last thing that Sakura had tried to say to Ino. Ino would only huff and tune her out or say a bitter word or two, and end the conversation there. Sakura was not only running out of things to say to the girl to goad her out of her funk, but also patience. I hadn't tried to say a word, leaving it to the pinkette, and by the glare she was sending me, I was beginning to think the tactic worthless and bothersome. There was food in front of Choji, and that was enough to keep him occupied and quiet for hours.
"The soup is good…" said my chubby teammate, surprising us all by breaking the silence as he finished up the remnants of his dish. I gave the guy a thankful look; it was obvious he wanted to help if he was speaking during a meal.
"It is good, Sakura," I complimented, nodding the emerald-eyed medic's way.
Sakura smiled softly. "Thank-you."
"It's alright," said Ino harshly. She sent her friend a hostile glare. "If you like things with no flavor," she finished snidely, before huffing and sticking her nose up in the other direction.
I scowled, giving the blonde a reproaching stare. Why did she have to be like that? Across the table, I could see Sakura tensing up, her mouth pressing into a thin line, and Choji wisely busying himself with another plate of meat that Sakura had also prepared.
Sakura's fisted hands relaxed, and she closed her eyes to calm herself. "That is your opinion." I sighed in relief. She opened her eyes and gave the azure-eyed lady across from her a disapproving gaze. "Though it would be foolish to take into account the opinion of someone who only enjoys the taste of booze and their own vomit a few hours down the road…" she mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.
Ino rolled her eyes and looked off to the side. "Che…whatever…" she scoffed. I looked down at her food; she had only taken but a few bites, and if she didn't eat, she would be hungry later. I wasn't for ripping it out of the fridge when she started whining about her stomach pains later that night, but that could wait until the other two left—of course that would be much later, when the blonde was finally ready to turn in for the night.
It had become quiet again, and the two ninja across from me and Ino had turned to their food as the answer. Ino only glared out the window, longing for her beer. This chick seriously needed an intervention or something, it was getting ridiculous.
When I cleared my throat, everyone's eyes were on me. "So, Choji, how was your day today?"
The boy gave me a wary look as if he didn't really feel like being here, much less conversing on the subject of his day, but smiled anyway. "Oh, it was—"
"Please, Shikamaru. Allow me to tell you how my day was."
I sighed, closing my eyes. "No one asked you, Ino."
She sent me a pointed glare and continued regardless. "It was horrible," she began blandly. "I woke up with a terrible headache and stumbled my way into work a little late. Then, I left for a much needed break and went to see Sai for a bit. After that, I went to the bar, and lucky me, I bumped into YOU, and here we ALL are," she said in a mock-sugary tone, her blue eyes fierce, but steely.
I glared at her and everyone else fell silent.
Ino crossed her arms in front of her chest, her cold glare not lifting from me. It felt like her angry eyes would burn right through me, but I held my ground and looked at her as if what she was saying was complete bullshit, which it was.
"This dinner is moronic and boring, and a waste of everyone's time, Shikamaru."
Once again, everything fell silent as the two of us glared at each other. I wondered who would back down first, and I hoped it wasn't me. What felt like only minutes between Ino and I must have felt like hours to the other occupants of the table for Sakura had cleared her throat awkwardly.
The pinkette scratched the back of her head sheepishly. "Is it that time already?" she giggled nervously. "I think it's time for me to leave…" She was quick to get up and head towards the door.
"Yeah…" seconded Choji, rising from his seat and following the medic. "I'll walk you home, Sakura."
I scowled, resting my head on my hand, which was leaning against the table. What kind of friends were these? At least when I was pulled into Sakura's plan, I toughed it out to help the girl. And come on, Choji, what the hell are you doing, man? He knew how rough it was between me and Ino.
I looked over to the troublesome girl to see her arms crossed as she observed her freshly manicured nails. Wonderful. She had time to go to the spa, but she couldn't get her ass to work.
"Swell job, Shikamaru," she praised sarcastically, and then her icy blue eyes were on me. "You know, for someone whose plans are supposed to always work, you're doing a pretty suck ass job, don't you think?"
I sighed. "Since my overall plan was to keep you here, I'd say my plan's running pretty smoothly," I shot back calmly, rolling my eyes at her.
She scoffed snootily. "Who do you think you are, anyway?" She rolled her baby blues. "I'm leaving. I told Sai I'd visit him tonight." She stood, making her way towards the door as the others did.
"Like hell you are," I threatened in a warning tone.
She turned on me, stomping her foot as her eyes narrowed furiously. "Listen, I'm not a child! You can't tell me what to do, so try and stop me!" she spat and then put a hand to her round hip. "If you're so damn lonely why don't you get off your lazy ass and do something about it."
I closed my eyes, feigning boredom. "I'm not the lonely one at all. You're the one that's not content with being independent."
Her eyes only seemed to narrow even more, as if she were wary of my words—suspecting.
"That's stupid," she growled softly.
"Is it? I'm just fine with being single, and I'm comfortable being alone." I was lying through my teeth. I wanted Ino so bad, it was crazy. "You, on the other hand, would crumble without that Sai kid. It's ridiculous."
She took a step in my direction, and it was then that I felt I had caught her in my trap. "You shouldn't talk about things that you know nothing about!" A sick smirk curled across her lips. "You make it so painfully obvious that you want me, Shikamaru. It's almost pitiful, really…" she laughed conceitedly, finding her nails more appealing.
She had hit it right on the nose, but I refused to show her—not before she admitted that she wanted me, that is. I could see it in her eyes; she just wanted someone that cared, and that was me. I'd have her soon. "Fine, Ino, I confess to wanting you, but seeing that you don't have the balls to confess that you want me, it's kind of useless…"
"Ha, don't make me laugh! Why would I ever want you of all people? You've got to be joking." She put her nose in the air. "You're just pitiful and lonely, you know that, Shikamaru? Pitiful!"
I shook my head. She was so in denial it drove me crazy, but I would try another approach.
"You're the pitiful one. Chasing after some guy who doesn't want you at all," I accused, shaking my head.
I saw her pretty, little hands clench as her teeth gritted together. "What are you talking about? Sai loves me!" she said, and it was then that I realized how low the girl had actually sunk.
Sai didn't even know what love was, and it was sad that Ino hadn't realized that yet.
"No, he doesn't," I denied, looking her straight in the eye. She had no problem keeping her eyes locked with mine, I was the one having issues. Her eyes were a dark blue, that of a sea during a storm. Her cerulean irises thrashed like waves against her pupils dangerously, and tried to drown me in its gaze. But I rather enjoyed the feeling of being engulfed by such mesmerizing orbs, so her tactics did not work on me.
"He doesn't know what love is, Ino. That's the point; he's been trained to not feel," I tried to explain. I knew it was hard for her to hear because I knew this wasn't the first time she was hearing of this. If Sai could feel things like love, he would've told her he loved her, or been a more consistent boyfriend. He kicked her out of the house and with a smile on his face to boot. He wasn't intentionally trying to hurt her, but he didn't know what he was doing, and she couldn't understand that.
"If he does feel something, he's been trained to not notice or show it. What he has for you is instinct, Ino—pure, raw, male instinct." While Sai had problems with emotions, like all guys, lust was the easiest to subdue to for him. He could sex her up all he wanted, but it meant something different to Ino. She, unlike him, had feelings, and cared—something you couldn't just learn to do from a book. Being this way would, of course, always come in handy as a shinobi, and maybe one day, Sai could fine some lady ROOT friend made just for him, but that wasn't Ino. And if Ino kept playing with this fire, in the end, she would only be overwhelmed by the inferno, until there was nothing left of her.
I scoffed, gazing to the side and out of Ino's blue eyes. They kept darkening and darkening until the cobalt turned to dark grey, and the grey, black. The angry look on her face was starting to fade as realization struck her. I could tell that everything that everyone had told her was starting to sink in and hit her interior all at once—she looked as if her world was crumbling around her and it made me want to comfort the girl and assure her that none of it was true. But it was too late. I had already told her the truth that she didn't want to hear, and there was no turning back.
Her gaze was now at the ground and she was shaking. "You don't know what…you're talking about," she muttered weakly, as if to herself. I could hear the tears in her voice. "Sai… Sai loves me…" She seemed to be sinking, sinking further than I thought the girl could. And all this time, I had believed that she was a natural floater.
It seemed that the strong, beautiful outer shell of the blonde was chiding itself on the girl's new saddened appearance, as if telling it to perk up—but the dark comprehension of Sai's using her for his needs was growing within her, and she couldn't hold it back anymore.
I swallowed thickly after looking at the girl. She looked more beat up than ever. I hadn't ever seen her that sad and pathetic. Her shoulders began to shake softly and her hair fell into her face as she scrunched her shoulders inward, and her head down—soft sobs escaping from her mouth.
Even in her darkest hour, Ino didn't want anyone to see her crying and I wanted to hold her more than ever now. Her whimpers were so soft that I had to strain to hear them, and it made me wonder why I wanted to witness her crying so badly. Maybe because when she was crying, it made her seem more human, more accessible.
I sighed softly, lifting myself to my feet and slowly padding my way over to the girl. The closer I got, the more pathetic her moaning seemed and the more pathetic I felt for wanting to shush her and whisper sweetly into her ear. The thought made me shudder as I inched myself warily towards the girl, but I tried to keep a straight face.
I reached out, intending to pat her shoulder, or rub her back comfortingly, but before I made contact with her, she quieted for a bit.
"Why…from you…Shikamaru?" she hiccupped, and I paused, tensing up a little. She gazed up at me, sniffling and wiping her eyes roughly to get rid of all the tears. Her gorgeous blue eyes weren't red yet because she hadn't been crying long enough and I was sure if there weren't still tears stuck in her long, golden eyelashes it would seem to most that she hadn't cried at all.
"Why did I have to hear it from you, too? Why…why did I have to cry?" she whimpered quietly.
My hands slid into my pockets before I looked her straight in the eyes.
"Because I care," I whispered solemnly. "I care enough to tell you the truth, so you won't get hurt anymore, that's why." I placed a friendly hand on her shoulder. "And you should stop looking at crying as a weakness, Ino, even the most stoic of ninja cry."
Ino's eyes were wide, and it was then that I noticed she had totally zoned out a little before I had put my hand on her shoulder. I wondered if she didn't like the contact, or if she had expected something more along the lines of a hug and was offended. What should I have done in that predicament? I was too worried that if I hugged her that I wouldn't want to let go…
She pursed her pink lips a little and then gave me a skeptical look. "Shikamaru…you…you care about me like that?" The medic tilted her head to the side. "You…care?"
Now I was weirded out, and worried. How could Ino not know that I—that we all cared for her? That's what teammates did; that's what friends did. "Yes, I care," I said slowly. "Why wouldn't I care?"
She scratched the back of her head confusedly and furrowed her perfect, yellow eyebrows. "It's just that you care and Sai…" she trailed off and then buried her face into her hands. "All this time I just wanted…" She was so quiet; I could barely make out her words.
When she looked up again, her eyes were still uncertain and her lips were trembling, though I was sure she was done crying. "Shikamaru…?"
I knew what she wanted to hear, so I sucked up my pride and gave her a firm look.
"Ino, I care for you."
Her eyes seemed to lighten up if only a little, and her once tense form began to relax. A soft sigh fell through full, pink lips and then those aqua orbs were on me again, looking straight into my own chocolate-colored ones indecisively. They were half-lidded when they flitted to my lips and then back up to my eyes, and then she closed the space between us.
Her soft lips met mine in a gentle peck, and as quickly as they were there, they were gone. I hadn't even had the time to register that the girl had kissed me, and if it wasn't for the burning sensation on my lips, and the smooth feel of her lips along mine, I wouldn't have even known that she had done so.
I tried to not act so surprised, but it was near impossible with the girl looking at me with such longing. I had never seen this needy look in her eye, and for some reason, I caught myself liking it. She seemed vulnerable, but the way that she looked at me said otherwise—as if she knew exactly what she was doing when we parted, and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
Her own eyebrows knit together as if she was befuddled at the situation that she had put us through, and then those perfect lips, that had not too long ago been on mine, parted. "Please kiss me back, I want to know how it feels," she whispered softly. I stiffened, simply taken aback that she would ask such a thing, and moreover, I was frightened that now that I had her, I would never be able to let her go.
I raised an eyebrow. "How what feels?"
The yearning look entered her eyes again as she studied my features. I immediately felt self-conscious being observed and noted by such a beautiful individual. Was I even good enough for her? "How it feels to be kissed by someone who cares." And before I knew it her lips were on mine again.
It took awhile for my eyes to close and for me to realize my position. Ino, beautiful—albeit troublesome—Ino was asking me to kiss her and show her I cared. With her curvy body pressed against mine, bells went off in my head signaling me to take her as soon as possible.
But I needed to show her that I cared about her in a way that wasn't just lust… She had to know how I felt, without me having to tell her. By the end of this, I wanted Ino not only to realize my feelings for her, but her hidden feelings for me.
I knew I was over-thinking things when Ino's lips pushed up against mine, almost demandingly—her eyebrows furrowing as if she was doing something with much difficulty. I closed my eyes and finally took control, reaching my hands up to hold her face steady, gingerly moving my lips in rhythm with hers. I poured everything I was into the kiss, sensually nipping at her lip and working my own lips gently against hers, as to leave her with a sweet feeling rather than swollen lips.
That could wait for later.
I didn't expect to hear the resonating sound of a moan coming up her throat as she snaked her arms around my neck. I tilted her head back, deepening the kiss, but trying my best to keep it soft. The last sound that she had made had nearly made me want to ravish the girl, but I knew I would have to control my needs, if only for a little.
I broke off from her mouth, and placed a light kiss on her jaw before catching my breath. Her chest was heaving against my own as she, too, began breathing heavily, and I looked up in time just to see her eyes opening. Her lashes were long, and the beautiful smile erupting on her lips made her face glow.
She closed her eyes, and pulled me tighter into her embrace, humming softly.
I patted her golden locks. "How was that?" I questioned, still huffing from the kiss.
"Wonderful…" she whispered, nuzzling gently into my neck.
I smirked. "Good," I said huskily. "Then you'll really like what's coming next." With that, I smashed her lips onto mine, this time throwing aside all softness. I knew it was selfish to try and fulfill my own needs now that I had made the girl happy, but in no time at all I would have the girl begging for what I wanted to do to her.
It was a win-win situation.
I pushed against her lips forcefully, making sure she understood who would have dominance and then nipped harshly at her bottom lip. She let out a high-pitched mewl, and immediately granted me entrance into her mouth where my tongue roamed the hot cavern. She moaned languidly into the kiss and clutched on to the sleeves of my shirt with her tiny, delicate fists as if she never wanted to let go.
I had never known that such heat, such friction could happen between two human beings until now. The bulge in my pants was getting harder and harder to resist, and we had only kissed.
I was surprised that Ino would let me dominate so easily—she usually didn't go down without a fight—but lost my track of mind when the girl bucked her hips up into mine. I growled, breaking the kiss, before burrowing my head into her neck and biting down.
"Ah…Shikamaru…" she whimpered breathily. And I knew exactly what she wanted.
I nodded. "Aa, I got you." I lifted her up by her thighs and carried her briskly to my room, plopping her down on the bed and ravishing her with my eyes. I for some reason felt starved, but I knew normal food wouldn't help. I needed Ino, and a lot of it.
Her cheeks were tinged in a light pink, and her eyes a dark, lust-filled aqua. Her lips were now swollen and red and her ample chest was heaving up and down with fast breaths that were sort of easing up now. Her blonde hair floated around her, making her look every bit like an angel, and fell across creamy sun-kissed shoulders, and a long, contracting neck. It seemed that the girl had swallowed and I had to gulp to wet my own throat as I watched her lick her lips slowly.
She was simply delicious.
My eyes trailed down across her hips and to her long legs. I gazed in wonder at perfectly toned thighs and silently thanked Kami that she had worn the dress that I deemed before unfinished. When bunched up as it was, it practically revealed everything. I licked my own lips; just looking at her was giving me an orgasm.
All of the sudden, Ino reached up and grabbed the back of my head. Pulling me down to her face, she glared at me with those deep, baby blues.
"You can look later. Fuck me, now!"
I smirked at her dirty mouth, happy that Ino had sprung back to life. If this wasn't the real Ino, then I hadn't known her my whole life. "Patience," I growled against her lips. She had no idea how much I wanted to fuck her senseless, but I wouldn't let go yet. "I want you begging before I enter you, I want you screaming my name." I felt her shiver beneath me.
My lips came in contact with hers again, and we exchanged hot, open mouth kisses. My hands had been keeping me from falling on the girl by steadying me above her, but I couldn't help when one of them began to wander, landing on one of the girl's breasts and giving it a squeeze.
She gasped into my mouth, arching her back into my hand and I ran circular motions around her erect nipples, smirking. She wasn't wearing a bra.
"You have been parading around in this dress making me crazy all day. How long did you think I would last?" I whispered huskily in between kisses.
I felt her smirk against my lips as she broke the kiss. "A little too long for my tastes, but hey…" She ensued in taking my breath away with her kisses again, her hands roaming up and down my chest.
My hand went behind her and unzipped the little, skin-tight dress that she had been wearing through one of my fantasies, and I pulled it down, interrupting our kiss for a few seemingly long seconds to take off the dress and throw it over to the side of the bed.
I looked down at her again, having to catch my breath. She was…
"Beautiful," I murmured and then looked her in the eyes. "You're gorgeous, Ino…" I whispered out and then my head fell between her two mounds, kissing and nipping at the soft skin there. She moaned sweetly and then sent her hands through my hair, taking out its ponytail. I looked up at her after pecking each breast.
"Why didn't you wear a bra?" I questioned. I wondered if she expected this to happen, or if it was just mere coincidence.
She smirked again, huffing out breaths. "You're complaining?"
I returned her smirk. "Not at all." I licked my way to one of her nipples and began to suck on the pink delicacy, her back arching so she was even more in my mouth. She tasted wonderful, and I didn't know when I'd ever have enough. She screamed out in satisfaction when I began teasing the other nipple between my thumb and index finger, and I found myself being grateful that I had splurged on an apartment with thicker walls. I nibbled my way over to her other breast and gave it the same treatment, and heard her whisper my name softly as her fingers roamed through my hair.
Kissing my way down her silky, toned stomach, I paused at her lace panties, sniffing in her scent. She smelled just as beautiful as she looked, like jasmine and something spicy. I wanted to take a bite of her.
"Ino," I groaned roughly. She shivered in delight at hearing her name called with such want and looked down at me with half-lidded eyes, letting out a moan of anticipation. I smirked up at her, fingering her panty line. "Where else do you want me to kiss you?" I teased, softly laying kisses against her underwear. The lower I got, the wetter she seemed, and I applauded myself at a job well done.
She moaned softly, biting her lip to hold back her cries as she clawed her nails into the sheets, fisting them in her hand, her toes curling. "There," she said in a deep, hoarse voice—silk-laden and undeniably sexy. She vaguely gestured at the area that my lips were roaming against, but I could tell that she was almost too hot and bothered to process what was happening.
She wanted to act shy? Fine, I could play games just as well.
"Where?" I asked, gazing at her innocently. I lowered myself down to her creamy thighs and laid a light kiss on each. "Here?"
"Aghh! No! Higher!" she screeched.
I went right between the juncture of where her thigh and her womanhood was, my eyes closing at the smell. Her scent was enticing and hard to forget, and I felt my cock throb anxiously.
"Here?" I whispered.
She turned her head to the side and let out a whimper. "Shika…Ah! Please kiss me there! I…I can't—" she panted out, as if she were losing her mind. She had already broken out into a small sweat when I smirked up at her, pulling at her panties.
I ripped them off, letting them fall to the ground along with her discarded dress and fingered the soft, dark curls that were over her vagina. She readily opened her legs for me and I inhaled her scent before darting my tongue out to taste her juices. She had a sweet flavor that I couldn't stop tasting, and I tongued her slit with gentle strokes, before I parted her folds and dipped my tongue within her. She screamed at that, and called out my name numerous times before cursing.
I set up a rhythm of my tongue entering and exiting her womanhood, before I took her clit into my mouth, giving it a strong suck. Her legs quivered gently and I could tell that she was close.
"Ugh! Shi…Shika! That feels so good! Ah, don't stop!" she cried and I let her clit fall from between my lips, and smirked against her before taking it back into my mouth, and giving that bundle of joy the most powerful suck I could.
She cried my name when she came and I watched the beautiful girl convulse, her vagina contracting around my tongue as her juices fell into my mouth. I greedily lapped them up and licked my lips. She was truly delicious.
As I watched her come down from her high, I knew I couldn't take anymore, wanting to be inside of her. Cursing, I realized I had all my clothes on and hastily began taking my clothing off. The girl giggled slightly at the scene, and the ring of her beautiful voice made butterflies fill my stomach. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I was to have her.
The blonde medic sat up and helped me unbuckle and pull down my pants, my member instantly springing out when she took off my boxers.
The primal feeling of wanting to be inside her warm tightness was too hard to fight, and before she could even get a good look at me, I was in her with a growl. She gasped, and the pleasure I felt was almost surreal. I was sure that if I hadn't been in this moment right now, I would have deemed this gratification unobtainable. She was so tight, and scratched harshly into my back when I entered her. Her eyes were wrenched shut and then they opened to slits, looking at me through darkened orbs.
I moved out of her again, and then rocked forward and her head whipped back. My teeth gritted and I groaned. Was there anything as wonderful, as fulfilling as this in the world? I could not think of one thing. She was perfect, and in that mere moment of us meeting I knew that we were perfect—that our bodies were made to fit together since the beginning of time.
I started a slow pace within her and she grabbed onto my face, pulling me into another hot kiss. My rhythm sped up as I slammed into her, putting all my energy into it, plunging deeper and deeper into her warmth—her moans and cries keeping me going. Whenever I hit a spot that she particularly enjoyed, I knew it because the girl would accidently bite my lip so hard I thought that blood would come.
Suddenly, she broke away from the kiss and her head whipped back. She let out a cry so loud that I stopped what I was doing and stared at her. She was utterly beautiful.
"Shikamaru! Ah! Right there!" she screamed, and I complied with her demand, pushing deeper and deeper at the perfect angle. Her cries became more desperate as she reached her climax, yelling my name over and over. Everything turned white when I came not too long after, and we rode out each other's highs, before she collapsed, her breathing slowing. I pulled out of her, grunting her name as I fell on my hands, giving her a devilish look after I caught my breath.
She looked at me cautiously, through half-lidded eyes and I smirked.
"I'm not done with you yet," I growled, possessively grabbing her and laying her on her stomach. "Hands and knees," I demanded huskily. I had just gotten her, and I would not let go so easily.
"Shika…?" she whimpered, before doing as she was told. I caressed the contours of her ass—and what a beautiful ass it was. Round and toned and all together, perfect. She moaned, wiggling her butt at me and then gave me a devious look over her shoulder, a smirk plastering itself onto her face. I gave her a smack on the ass and she hissed slightly.
"Don't tempt me so…" I murmured, kissing her behind.
She giggled. "You know for someone who's usually so lazy, you have quite the sex-drive, Shikamaru," she jeered.
I smirked at her. "I've been sexually frustrated about you for years; I think I can be a little less myself for one night."
She stuck her tongue out at me. "Lazy…" she name-called, and I gave her a harder tap on the behind only to have her arch her back and groan. My member instantly hardened again.
Ino looked at me over her shoulder again. "You can try to punish me all you want; it only turns me on more." She licked her lips. "You know how I like it rough…" she purred erotically, turning back around, but I found her voice oh so delicious.
I sent a few fingers over her most sensitive of areas, feeling the already growing wetness and she trembled. I smirked. "Yeah, I can see that," I said, positioning myself at her opening. I pushed my throbbing dick into her opening and groaned, trying hard not to slam into her. Once I was in her, I closed my eyes in pure bliss, before slowly coming back out, my hands now positioned on her hips.
She growled in anticipation. "Rough, Shikamaru! Not like a little girl!" she scolded, and with that I slammed into her with so much force she almost fell over. She screamed at the top of her lungs and I couldn't help but let out a loud chuckle. She had clamped so tight around me, though, that it was hard to do anything but moan.
My eyes sparkled in amusement as I watched the girl's arms shake like jelly after feeling the force of my thrust.
I leaned forward and licked the outer shell of her ear, reveling in the sound of her heavy breathing. "Rough enough for you?" I panted out. I pulled out of her agonizingly slow again and then smirked. "Or would you like it…" I smashed back into her, hearing her scream out my name. "Rougher?" I finished with another chuckle. She answered with a low whimper and I continued my torture—going slowly out, and then harshly back in, until she was wincing with both pleasure and pain.
"Ugh…why are you teasing me?" she asked, her breasts jiggling at my thrusts.
"Because you were teasing me in that dress," I answered breathily.
After awhile, she couldn't take it anymore. "Faster!" she finally screamed out. "Shikamaru, please go faster!"
I smiled. "As you wish," I growled, picking up my pace. I knew it wasn't much longer that I could do that either. That torture was definitely a double-edged sword.
When I picked up my pace, I felt her walls clenching tighter around my manhood. She was close, and so was I. She came again, and started shuddering, her knees and arms giving out on her. Her womanhood clasped around me tighter than I had ever imagined, and instantly I reached my orgasm. I rode out my high, spilling my seed into her, before I fell on top of her.
I kissed her shoulder and then waited for her breathing to steady before lifting her up again, making sure she wouldn't doze off.
"I don't think so," I huffed. "I finally have you and I want to take you everywhere. On the floor, in the bed, against the wall, in the kitchen, in a closet, everywhere," I said firmly. She embraced me tightly and then kissed me sweetly on the lips.
"Shikamaru," she whispered softy, and then I carried her to the ground and had my way with her there. After that we had a couple more rounds, one against the wall, and even one where she was on top, and then we found ourselves entangled in each other on her bed.
I smiled, pulling her close to me and inhaling her musky scent. Even after all that sweating, her jasmine and spice smell still came through and now it was better, since it was mixed with my own signature smell. I looked over the girl, her eyes were closed and she was aimlessly trailing the muscles on my chest with her fingers. Did she even know what her simple touch was doing with me? I could go again at any moment, but I knew she needed rest. She was physically, as well as emotionally tired—and above all she had work tomorrow, and if I wanted to keep my ass, she would have to be there.
She opened her sapphire gaze and grinned, noticing that I was looking at her. She leaned forward, kissing me sensually on the lips and then kissing my forehead. As loving as her actions were, her eyes seemed distant, and in an instant's notice, I knew she was thinking about Sai.
My eyes saddened a bit. After all of that, and she was still thinking of some guy that in the end could do nothing for her, looking past a guy that could be her everything, that wanted to be her everything.
"Ino…" I murmured. "I can be everything he is and more. I can do it all, Ino. I can be there when you really need it," I assured her, trying to get her mind off of Sai, but failing miserably.
She looked at me sadly, almost as if she pitied me, and then caressed my cheek.
"I know you can," she whispered with a small smile, her eyes still far-off.
That was the last thing either of us said all night.
"…You need him, but I could be him. I could be an accident, but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him…"
-Where Is Your Boy Tonight, Fall Out Boy
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A/N: Hey, guys! How was it? Not totally horrible, I hope! I'm not the best at lemons, but I still hope you enjoyed it! Just tell me in the REVIEWWWW! I also apologize if you think the two are going to fast. When in doubt, just remember that these two have wanted each other for awhile now, Shikamaru more openly that Ino! Talk to me about that in the REVIEWWWW too! Anyway, I hope you all liked it!
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-chewingonpearls (SAYURI)