So, this chapter is a little bit heavier into the lemon. Not a full lemon for sure but it's close. :) Something to relieve the stress and tension of the previous chapters. Enjoy!
~Kat~
Yuka woke the next morning, her eyes still closed as she felt her dry mouth with her tongue. It felt fuzzy, almost sickeningly so. She groaned at this, sighing as she opened her eyes. She immediately realized she wasn't in the hospital when she felt the warm cocoon of blankets surrounding her. It was comfortably warm and she didn't even want to get up. When she turned her focus to the rest of the bed she almost gasped aloud, covering her mouth with her hand.
Kiba was laying next to her, no shirt, his arm lazily draped over her midsection. If it weren't for the blankets she'd be touching him skin to skin. She then gulped, quickly lifting up the covers to stare down at her body. She was still dressed in the white dress from the night before, a sudden rush of relief coming over her. She was sure she hadn't slept with him but the idea crept into her mind as she pushed one of the covers off, feeling suddenly warm. Kiba didn't stir, his arm just comfortably resting across her hip as she lay there on her side, staring into his face.
He was peaceful when he slept, his rugged features softened by the serenity of his slumber. His hair fell over his face onto his forehead, the dark brown color contrasting with his tanned skin. He let out a soft sigh, moaning a bit in his sleep as he opened his mouth and closed it. With this he had a toothy grin on his face and Yuka was sure he had woken up. Then he let out a snore and she almost laughed aloud when he repositioned himself, his arm tightly encasing her to him. She didn't dare move for fear of waking him. It would be an awkward situation if he woke up to her staring at him.
She really couldn't help it though. She was never good at controlling her sexual urges and although she had never slept with anyone, she couldn't help but feel that familiar warmth in the pit of her stomach, her fingers just begging to touch Kiba's bare chest. She wanted to trail her fingers over his pecks and down his chest to those almost unbelievably good looking abdominals of his. Even sleeping he was still oozing sex and Yuka was having a hard time controlling herself. She admired his rugged jaw even closer, the slight stubble forming on his chin making Yuka blush. She wanted more than anything to touch those tattoos, the red tint staining his cheek in a way that made him look like a sleeping beast, ready to pounce. She couldn't help but imagine him waking and pouncing on her. She'd love to know what those hands of his could really do.
She then noticed the muscles on his arms, his wrist resting gently around her hip, her body only a few inches away from him. He had pulled her closer when he repositioned but she didn't know how much closer until she was face to face with those muscular arms of his. It overwhelmed her senses and she felt like a child, an inexperienced little girl who was fawning over a new toy or something. It frustrated her that the only thing that truly broke the façade she had put on was this boy and his alluring sex appeal. It was intolerable to the point of avoidance. She had made it a point to avoid him last night at the club and now that the memories were coming back to her she couldn't help but kick herself in the ass for getting so drunk.
She had never drank before and this was definitely a memorable first time. She watched Kiba's body move, his chest rising and falling with this steady breaths and the soft hum of his voice behind those breaths shuddered through Yuka like an earthquake. If she didn't get out of there soon she'd end up jumping him and that was a line she wasn't willing to cross. She had higher priorities and a grander plan in mind. Not this, not real friendship or relationship.
She bit her lip looking about the room now. Akamaru was no longer by the bedside and the door to the bathroom was propped open slightly, a faint light from the sunroof inside. The bad part about the room wasn't that it was somewhat messy but that the only window leading in had been covered with a heavy curtain making it almost impossible to judge where the bedroom door was. It had to be close to midday from the rays of sun leaking in around the curtain but she didn't want to open it and risk waking Kiba. She hated that she was fuzzy on the details from the night before and didn't know which panel was the door. She didn't want to go to it and have it not open or worse, rip. After sitting there a second she heard a sigh and looked over to see Kiba was stretching, his hand going up to his forehead to rub it before opening his eyes.
Yuka had made sure to close her eyes in mock sleep before he opened his eyes, his hot breath on her face as he leaned in toward her. She almost moved to push him off but felt his arm gently massage her hip before running up her side slowly. It felt so good even over the blanket and it took all of Yuka's concentration to keep her breath even so he wouldn't suspect her. This had proven fruitless because his arm then wrapped around her tighter, pulling her flush against him with a gasp, her eyes flying open to meet his.
"Pretending to sleep?" he asked, looking down at her face. Suddenly she felt embarrassed, wondering if her hair was wild and tangled like it usually was in the mornings. He just chuckled at her reaction, a slight blush coming over her face. She wanted to pull away from him and get out of bed to get away from this situation but at the same time she just didn't want to move. Her brain was screaming at her to get the hell out but her body was nonresponsive, lazy. She just wanted to bask in the warmth of the bed and Kiba's presence.
Just then his hand gently squeezed her side and he sighed, rolling so he was lying on his back, his eyes drifting to the ceiling. He closed them briefly before running his hand through his hair. She didn't know what his problem could have been but she just stayed there, her eyes drifting down his now fully exposed torso. She shouldn't have looked, she shouldn't have even thought about it but she did and what she saw was overwhelming. He really was lean, toned, and a complete animal; something she wanted to ogle at and marvel from up close. She quickly tore her thoughts away when he rolled back over on his side to look at her.
"Yuka-chan," he said, his breath hitting her face again. It was an amazing smell; even though he had been drinking the night before and hadn't brushed his teeth for the day his breath still smelt of mint, a soft cool breath sending chills down her spine. "I can smell you; you're turned on aren't you? You said yesterday you wanted to make friends first but your body is screaming out to me. Why are you fighting it?"
At this her eyes went wide and she looked up at him to see a lopsided grin on his face. "Kiba-kun, you're embarrassing me," she said, shaking her head quickly. This situation had turned from comfortable to awkward in one sentence. Maybe that was just Kiba's way to call it like he smells it but it made her feel insecure, something she had almost never felt before. She wasn't sure how to react to it and before she could he just grinned, a tanned hand coming to brush away the locks of her hair that were now falling in her face. Her breath hitched when his hand trailed over her jaw and then her neck, her bottom lip tucked tightly under her top teeth.
His touch had felt so good to Yuka but she had to keep her head, to stay focused. She needed to act like the shinobi she was and get out of this situation as quickly as possible. Her eyes roamed around her to try and find the words to get her out of this situation but all she could do was stare in awe as Kiba lifted her chin to look at him. They were so close, his hand leaving her chin to trail down her neck and then curves, lingering on the side of her breast before gently grabbing her hip and pulling her even closer to him. They were touching now, thought the blanket was in between them, his hand holding her stomach against his; it was euphoric and Yuka had forgotten almost everything else except for Kiba, his hands surprisingly gentle.
"K-Kiba…" she whispered, a smirk coming to his face when her hot breath mixed with his. "I just can't. I shouldn't…." She trailed off; she didn't know what to say at this point because his hand had pulled back the covers revealing her torso. She shivered in protest, the warmth of the blanket leaving her almost instantly. He gently placed a hand on her hip again this time pulling her flush against him. She almost sighed at the warmth his body provided. He noticed because he pulled the plush cover over them both, his arms going around her waist to hold her to him.
"You can't or you shouldn't?" he whispered dangerously close to her ear. She bit her lip looking up at him to notice he was smiling at her, his canines coming into view. She had never noticed how long they were until now, her face inches from his.
"Kiba, stop…" she said, her eyes drifting down to his toned collar, his arms loosening around her slightly. "I'm sorry but this is all new to me…" she couldn't finish her thought, her mind swimming with the fact that her body was pressing agonizingly close to his. The sensation in the pit of her stomach fluttered making her feel warm all of a sudden.
Then in a flash his lips were on her neck, leaving soft kisses down it until he reached her collar bone, his tongue lashing out to lick her there. She gasped at the sensation and could feel his lips tug into a grin as her soft sighs met his ears. "I'll be gentle," he whispered as his lips trailed back up her neck, his tongue gently flicking her earlobe. He was sending her over the edge and soon she wouldn't be able to control herself. The sensation he was giving her had overcome her brain and all she wanted was to feel more.
His lips met hers in a passionate kiss, Kiba's tongue daring out to gently lick her lower lip, coaxing her to let him in. She hesitated before opening her mouth slightly. An explosion of sensation irrupted in her as his tongue gently explored her mouth, flicking her own tongue as he explored, teasingly slow. She couldn't stop her hands from coming up to his chest, trailing over his well toned muscles and then his arms as he deepened the kiss, hungrily devouring her lips.
"K-Kiba," she moaned against his mouth as she pulled away for air, his hand trailing from her lower back over her hip, gently skimming the material of her dress. She watched his face, his eyes never leaving hers as his hand moved behind her, unzipping the zipper to the dress so that the strap over her one shoulder slackened, falling down over her arm. He trailed his hand over her shoulder now, the roughness of his own hands sliding down her silky smooth skin, a blush coming to her face when his hand reached the strap. He pushed it down off of her, her eyes going wide and a soft gasp escaping her lips when he exposed her breasts.
Kiba couldn't help but stare in awe, the tightness of his shorts becoming painfully obvious. He knew he had to take it slow with her but he could barely control himself, her scent filling his nostrils. Since he had woke up it was all he could smell, all he could focus on. Her scent was so close and so strong it made it nearly impossible to keep himself calm. He noticed her blush when his eyes left hers to stare at her chest. It wasn't like he hadn't seen it before but this time, this time he wanted to touch them, to feel them and hear the sounds that would come from those luscious lips when he did.
He noticed her apprehension and looked back up at her, her eyes watching him intently, expecting; this sent chills down Kiba's spine. Before he could think she had pressed him down on the bed, her legs swinging over him as she straddled his waist, her eyes watching his reaction as she gained the dominant position. She had a smirk on her face as she leaned down, pressing her breasts against his chest playfully, brushing it gently with her erect nipples. Kiba couldn't suppress a growl at this, one of his hands going to her hip to hold her in place as the other went to her left breast, palming it hungrily.
She let out a gasp, arching her back as she sat on top of him, pressing her breast firmer in his palm. He couldn't help but smirk as he started flicking his thumb over the protruding peak, making her grind her hips against him. This sent him over the edge and he quickly grabbed her hips, turning her over so she was on her back, her eyes narrowing slightly at him. He couldn't suppress a chuckle at this as his hands went from her hips to her side, caressing the sides of her breasts before his lips came down to her neck, suckling gently.
She couldn't suppress her gasps and whimpers of pleasure as he suckled, his tongue darting out over her collarbone to trail down to the swell of her breast. His hips were still pressing into her own gently grinding his now obvious erection against her heated core. This sent her into a flurry of sensation, her eyes widening down at him as his tongue darted out to flick the nipple that was between his fingers, his palm massaging gently.
"Kiba!" she moaned, his tongue flicking against her nipple, drawing it into his mouth with a soft slurping sound. This made the heat in her stomach increase, her thighs tightening around his hips.
"You like that, Yuka?" he asked, his tongue flicking over her playfully. A smirk spread across his lips when she just nodded, her breath somewhat haggard. He drew the nipple into his mouth again, roughly flicking it as he suckled, his hands trailing down her sides to her hips pulling her against his hardened erection with lustful furry.
She couldn't take it anymore, his ministrations driving her insane, heating her core like nothing she had ever felt. He noticed and immediately pulled his lips from her breast moving them to her lips, hungrily tugging on her bottom one until she moaned out in pleasure. He could see the lustful look in her eyes, his own roaming down over her body now, wishing that her dress would just disappear. She let out a soft giggle when his finger trailed between her breasts and down her stomach, stopping at the unwanted material. He couldn't help but smirk, putting a finger underneath the rim to pull it down more, revealing her rounded hips and toned stomach.
Kiba had almost pulled the dress all the way down, the string of her panties popping out to greet him. They were black, a single string separating him from what he really wanted. The scent that pulsated from her heated sex made him wild with lust. Just as he was about to pull off the dress and panties completely, she gasped, grabbing him and flipping him over on his back, her thighs around his chest. She straddled him again, her eyes going dark as she looked at him. He didn't know why but that turned him on even more, his hands roaming up from her knees to her thighs, massaging gently as he moved them to her inner thigh, a smirk coming to his face.
The delicious glimpses of those black panties pressing to his chest made his manhood throb in expectation, her eyes watching him closely. Then he felt it, her hand had gone behind her, grasping him roughly through his pants. His eyes went wide briefly, his mouth falling open before she began rubbing, gently caressing his erection through his pants. She smirked down at him, her eyes almost predatory as she moved herself lower, her hips now flush with his, grinding herself gently against his erection as her hands came to the front of her. She was now reaching down between her own thighs to stroke him again. Kiba let his mind wander, watching as he bucked his hips against her hand, making her bounce against him. Her breasts followed suit, his hand automatically going up to palm it again. Her nipple hardened instantly at this and he moaned, setting up to get a mouthful of it.
Suddenly there was a loud bang outside his door and Kiba nearly shot up, Yuka going back to the bed to quickly cover herself. She felt embarrassed, annoyed, and at the same time extremely let down. She took a deep breath making a mental note to never do this again. Not only had he almost seen Orochimaru's seal but he was making her body defy her, going against everything she was here to do. She pulled the strap back up over her shoulder and finished zipping up the dress when she heard Tsume's voice from down the hall.
"Hurry up and get out here! Lunch is ready and you two have slept long enough," she called, another bang heard from outside the door. Kiba, who had shot to his feet, growled at this and shook his head, noticing that Yuka had put her dress back on, officially ending their heated moment. The problem with that is that he still had a painfully hard erection. Her face was flushed red when she noticed and he just smirked, satisfied that he had gotten that far; though his insatiable lust for the girl was starting to overpower him when he noticed her trembling lip and still ragged breath.
He ran a hand through his hair, trying his damndest to calm down. He had let his instincts take over when it came to Yuka, nearly devouring her in the wake. He mentally kicked himself hoping that Yuka wouldn't try and avoid him after this. He was pleasantly surprised when she stood up at the edge of the bed, walking over to him and pressing her body into his. She could feel his hard erection still and couldn't help but blush again, her hands going to roam his still bare chest. She then ran her hands down his abs, gently moving until they were softly rubbing him through his pants. He bit his lip, his canine protruding as he did so.
"I like that look," she whispered, looking up into his eyes. "It's predatory," she said, kissing is neck. "Almost like an animal." She grinned when he gasped, his hips bucking so that her hands fully grasped his hardened member. She knew this was working, that if she did this for him he'd definitely bend to her will, giving her anything she wants. She felt a little bad for using him like she was but she couldn't help but blush again before pulling away the hem of his shorts to run her hands underneath them. When she wrapped her palm around him she was pleasantly surprised; he was well endowed. He bit his lip harder, his hands going to her hips as she stroked him, the precum making her hand wet and sticky.
"Yuka," he murmured, her eyes moving from her hand to his chocolate brown eyes. He really enjoyed what she was doing and it made her feel heady, almost proud. She kept stroking, her eyes watching his face as he let his head fall back and moaned, pleasure overtaking his features. She couldn't help but go faster, wanting more than anything to alleviate the obvious stress she had caused him. Her one hand stroked quickly, her other one coming down to run small circles over his abs.
He was so close, she could feel him pulsing in her hand and she grinned when his eyes closed tightly, his hips bucking as his release overwhelmed him. She could feel the hot sticky liquid fill her hand, a grin spreading over her lips as she kept stroking, feeling him tense and then start to go soft. She couldn't help but chuckle under her breath as he finally looked back down at her, lust filling his eyes.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, kissing his neck gently. She withdrew her hands from his pants, a satisfied smirk as she brought the one up to her lips, tasting him on her fingers. She grinned as he watched her taste him and then run her hands up his chest. "When I'm ready, you'll know," she whispered against his neck.
At this his arms went around her gently, resting at the base of her spine. He could still smell the pheromones from their encounter but the way she whispered to him, the way she touched his chest gently sent chills across his skin. Kiba didn't know what to make of it and the longer they stood there, his arms wrapped around her, the more conflicted he became. It was more than just lustful want when it came to this girl. At first that is what he thought it was, playing on his heart like all the other girls did. He'd love them and then leave them, never having to worry about the emotional repercussions. This felt different, it smelled different.
He sighed softly, taking in the scent of her soft red hair. It entangled him like fire, his eyes closing as her own arms wrapped around his waist, her fingertips sending electric pulses across his skin. It was the most comforting moment he had ever experienced in his life. The sadness of the past seemed to melt away when her arms had started to hold him, her own breath in sync with his. It ended all too soon when she pulled away from him, her eyes looking up into his with sadness. "I should go… Shizune-sama is probably searching all over for me," she said, her voice trailing off.
"You don't have to go," he said, looking down at her with a slight grin. "You can stay, have lunch, and then afterward you can come with me to check on the pups. After all, you're the reason the runt is doing fine now."
She just shook her head, biting her lip. "I really shouldn't keep her waiting," she whispered, hoping he'd just let it go at that. The truth was she needed to get out of there fast before something else happened. The lustful want he had instilled in her only increased by the second and she needed time to think. She knew that making him release, giving him that small pleasure, would make his attachment to her even stronger but she didn't think that it would also work on her. While she was touching him, stroking him, she couldn't help but think about what he would feel like within her, what he'd do to her body if he could do whatever he wanted. It had made her loose her thoughts for a moment, her urge to touch his hardened flesh with her bare hands more than she could endure.
"At least stay long enough to change and eat, Yuka," he said, looking over her face with quiet contemplation. She just nodded, knowing full well she wouldn't be able to fully shake him. He just smiled, pulling away from her to go to his dresser and grab her some clothes. When he found an old top and a pair of shorts he handed them to her; motioning for her to use his bathroom. She complied emerging ten minutes later to an already dressed Kiba, Hinata's dress in her arms. He just grinned at her outfit.
The shorts were too long on her to be shorts so they looked like loose pants that didn't fully cover her legs. The shirt was even more comical. It was a tad bit bigger than he had anticipated and hugged her breasts tightly but hung loose around her stomach. Her hair was still a mess, wildly sticking out in all different directions as she looked up at him. He just grinned, opening his bedroom door and allowing her to step into the hall. They were greeted by an excited Akamaru, his eyes lighting up when he came up to Yuka. She gently pet his head and followed as he led them from the hall into the expansive kitchen.
Tsume was sitting at the table munching on a bowl of rice and what looked like a cut of prime steak. She noticed them the second they walked in and looked up with a knowing grin on her face. "So," she lulled, her eyes roaming over them lazily. "How was your night?"
Kiba just scoffed, rolling his eyes as he walked over to the table to sit down. Yuka followed a red tint in her cheeks. She sat down across from Tsume and Tsume couldn't help but grin back at her. "Ma!" Kiba groaned, looking over at her. "Would you stop that! Kame, no wonder why my friends don't come over. You're scaring her."
"I am not!" she retorted, glaring over at him. "She's just embarrassed. She should be! After all, it's not often that a mother actually approves of her son's mating habits."
"MA!" Kiba barked, slamming his fist on the table. "Seriously, shut up."
"We didn't have sex Tsume-san," Yuka said, watching the woman. Tsume analyzed her a minute, her eyes narrowing slightly before shrugging, taking a large bite of her steak.
"Well, eventually he'll be able to. I didn't expect him to be able to right away considering how intimidating you probably are to him," Tsume commented, a smirk on her face. At this Kiba stood up, walking over to the counter to grab something to eat. He growled under his breath as Tsume kept talking. "But I'm glad you didn't just give it up, Yuka-chan. It shows you have morals, character… balls really…"
"Tsume-san, I'm glad you think so but please, don't put so much faith in me," Yuka said, her cheeks blushing again. "I still got really drunk and had to be taken care of. It was disrespectful really."
"That may be true but unlike the other girls you don't just try and sneak out," Tsume commented, taking a drink of her beer. "That's admirable."
"Hungry, Yuka-chan?" Kiba asked, trying to change the conversation. "We have some sushi, rolls, rice, and a bunch of different kinds of meat."
"Uhm just some rolls and I'll try some sushi," Yuka responded, watching as he went to the fridge pulling out a tray of delicious looking sushi. He set it down for her, grabbing some rolls and soy sauce before turning to get her a cup of tea.
"So Yuka-chan, what are your plans for the day?" Tsume asked, taking a sip of her beer. Yuka took a bite of the roll, munching hungrily a she looked at the various types of sushi. She grabbed one and popped it into her mouth, surprised by the rich taste.
"Well, I was going to go find Shizune-sama," she said after swallowing her food. "And then, if he's not busy, I was hoping to talk to Hokage-sama about his plans for me here, in the village…"
"Good idea," Tsume said, nodding her approval. "Do you have plans for dinner tonight? I'm making some of the best deer steaks in Konoha; hunted fresh from the Nara compound."
"Oh!" Yuka said, her hand coming to her forehead. "I forgot. Yes, I do have plans for dinner, Tsume-san. Sorry about that but Shikamaru-kun asked me to dinner the other day and I forgot it was tonight."
At this Tsume raised an eyebrow, looking over at Yuka as she started munching on her roll deep in thought. After a moment Kiba came back over with her tea, setting it down and taking a seat at the table. He had totally forgotten about Yuka's dinner with Shikamaru. She had told him yesterday that Shikamaru was just a friend but a surge of jealousy still washed through him when she mentioned it. This made Tsume smirk, much to Kiba's annoyance and fear. What was she planning now?