Songs: Don't Stand So Close To Me - The Police
Scary - Britney Spears
I Need a Doctor - Eminem
Far Away - Nickelback
I Just Wanna Live - Good Charlotte
Livin' It Up - Ja Rule (what.)
Ready to Fall - Rise Against
Everytime I Look For You - Blink 182
Chapter 3
She couldn't believe herself. What was worse was that she was having so much fun. So much fun, even though she knew it was wrong - and possibly even a little mean. Somehow, that made her enjoy it even more. And if she were being extremely, brutally honest with herself, she didn't feel guilty about any of it. At all.
She had gone back to that store - the one in which she bought those adult undergarments - and bought two more sets. One in a shocking white and baby pink lace. The other a deep, sultry purple with black lace. She felt no hesitation in cutting off the tags. She had been too excited to indulge herself in one of her more common fantasies; temptation too sweet to resist. And she indulged herself a little bit every day - always making it seem accidental. She was pleased with herself over how well she handled it every time, before finding a quiet, secluded place she could giggle a fit.
Her fantasy really wasn't too difficult to act out. That had been the most surprising part. Over the past few days, she would alternate between her three sets, making sure to position the way they hugged her body just right. And she had ditched her purple sweater, because it would only get in the way. She would make herself appear modestly clothed, but every time she could get close enough to Naruto - who had decided to conveniently forget anything happened, and never brought it up again - she would give him a little peek of what was underneath. She always made sure she'd be able to catch his reaction before acting - anywhere from a slip of her sleeve to a suddenly loose elastic band. She would often, conveniently, have something to pick up around him, too.
His reactions were priceless, and always different. It was just another thing she loved about him. She almost always got double-takes and felt like she could hear him asking himself if he had really just seen what he thought he did. The first few times had been nearly impossible to contain herself. The adrenaline coursing through her veins was an easily addicting sensation and she couldn't bring herself to stop.
But even in her fun, and overwhelming giddiness at the fact that Naruto was coincidentally running in to her more often, she couldn't shake the near lonely feeling in the pit of her stomach. He was still a long ways away from her. She knew her teasing him with some tantalizing images of her in sexy underwear wouldn't ultimately get her where she wanted to be. She knew that. She just wasn't sure what else to do. Other than wait for push to come to shove.
But today was different. Today was a nice surprise. Today, she had been asked if she wanted to train with Naruto. She couldn't agree fast enough.
It was an accident. An honest accident she certainly hadn't premeditated. For she wasn't that bold. Not yet. There was only silence after it happened. She was frozen in her spot at his feet. A kunai mid-air in his right hand, a thin strip of her shirt hanging off the end.
He hadn't meant to. Really, he hadn't. He was sure she would have dodged it. But there was no going back as his kunai caught her shirt near her waist. And between the motion of his arm following through and her falling back as a means of dodging, he had slit an opening diagonally across her chest.
His head hurt at the sudden rush of blood pooling elsewhere. Because she was wearing that damn bra he had briefly seen her in two weeks ago. He had tried so hard up til now to convince himself that he didn't see anything. It had even worked a little. But seeing her now, on her back, looking up at him as if daring him to make a move - at least, he could swear that's what her face said - shoved the very obvious fact that he did into his face. Right into his face, and violently so. And damn it, she looked good in orange.
He felt like he had just been ruthlessly wedged in between two choices. He could challenge the spark he swore he saw in her eyes, or find some way to convince himself he couldn't see the inviting dip between her breasts and help her up; pretending this, too, didn't happen.
It took all he had to remember how to move.
Note: The only time a kunai ever actually did anything useful.