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39. Dreams

She'd had being plaguing his dreams for a few weeks now.

He knew that sooner or later his hormones would be kicking in. but he'd never thought the would scream and longed for her. Damn his inner masochist. He wondered if he got that from his father genes… or maybe it was some sick and twisted version of him projecting the image of his dead mother on someone who resembled her in some way.

Loud, stubborn, strong, beautiful…

Maybe he should ask Sakura-chan about it. He didn't want to feel this way about her if it was something like that. She was a doctor, so maybe she'd studied a little about something like this.

Yes because the girl who was the current star of his dreams wasn't Sakura.

After a very uncomfortable talk between the two teammates, they realized that, the blond fox container, never did harbor any sort of romantic feeling for her. He'd thought, in his socially retarded way, that when you were friends with someone of the opposite sex and you loved them, they went out on dates to hang out together (Really, he didn't have anyone telling him that you only did that with the person you love romantically, until the pervert had come along).

Oh, but how had he take notice of this girl, well it was on one mission.

They were going back to the village. mission completed. It was a simple escort mission.

They had being resting in a cave, it wasn't a particularly hot day, but after running all morning and part of the afternoon, both ninjas had sweat pouring down their foreheads.

Naruto had left to secure the area they would be staying in and Ino walked further into the cave to explore it. they didn't need a bear or snake or something crawling and scaring them to half to death in the middle of the night.

What she found had taken her breath away. They were small pools of hot water and the ceiling had a large opening from where the last rays of sunlight bathed the cold stone making it shine in a rich mix of yellows, oranges, reds, and whites that made the steam coming from the pools to dance and came alive with colors she'd never seen in her life.

After making the quick calculation that her blond teammate would be out for a while, because he needed to secure the area and hunt something for them to eat later on, that she had the time to take a relaxing bath to soothe her aching muscles and clean herself of the sweat and dirt from walking and jumping in the forest. God knew it was nearly impossible to wash all the leaves salves and the rebel leaves that got tangled up in her hair.

And so, mind made up, she stripped of her clothes and submerged herself in one of the farthest pools from the entry she'd came from, just in case the blond idiot decided to come in and look for her. She didn't need him to see her in all her naked glory.

But what she miscalculated was that her teammate was Naruto. Who was taught by two of the most powerful, yet laziest teachers in all of Konoha. And so, he, being the bright student he was, after having learned the wonders one could do with a simple little jutsu, he'd adopted their way of life.

And after making one simple cross-shaped hand sign he was good to go and do whatever he'd felt like.

And the blond male, being the curious boy he'd always being, decided to explore. Being a prankster since he was a child, he needed to know all the possible escape routes possible if something were to go wrong.

And so, after a little wandering he'd come across the little pools of hot water with a gorgeous, sexy, wet and naked Ino taking a bath.

And now, in this precise moment, he'd realized why the pervert loved spying in the hot springs so much.

She was mouth-watering. Breath-taking beautiful.

From her long creamy legs, to her round hips, her flat stomach with that teasing little piece of steal that glinted with the light lodge in her bellybutton, to her perfect round and perky breast that had small droplets of water running down from her shoulders to her collarbone traveling the swell of those perfect orbs, passing her light pink nipples and down, down…

Oh how he'd wanted to be little drop.

He could feel how his blood rushed down his body towards a certain area. His hand flew towards his nose trying to quell the flow of blood that was rapidly making his way in between his fingers.

He could hear his heart beat in his ears.

His primal instincts to claim and subdue the woman in front of him beginning to overrule his rational mind,

He wanted to make her his.

Mark her with his lips, with his scent, with his seed.

And with a painful twitch, by the bulge inside of orange pants, he came back to his senses again, and he ripped his eyes away from the enticing sight in front of him.

He walk away, out of the cave, and went to look for a river, he needed a good old cold shower.

But days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, and he couldn't stop thinking and dreaming about her.

And he decided, after waking up again from another dream featuring a platinum blond with clear blue eyes, whimpering, moaning, scratching, squeezing deliciously around his hardened manhood, that he'd had enough.

He was going to make Yamanaka Ino his, one way or another.