This was written entirely stream of consciousness a long, long time ago and posted without editing any of it.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2981927/1/
Comments welcomes as always.
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Will you believe in me tonight?
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The door opens. The door closes. A shirt rises, hangs in mid-air, and falls with two bodies onto the side of the bed -- a long, lily-white leg jutting out of a too-short skirt tucking up and hooking hard around a waist as fingers interposed with jewelery and interlocked with his hair sink into his skin, press into his chest and palm hollow of his back and grab the curve of his ass and draw crescents of red pain sex pleasure want holding him tight against her neck as he licks and nibbles and worships ivory skin carved from solid marble and breathed life into by some decadent goddess of battle and seduction; the other hand clawing at his back and tapering around his neck like a lost child looking for solace or sanctuary as he makes her shiver and shake and spasm in his arms.
It happened by happenstance. She said Hi, they talked, he was lonely, she was friend; overly friendly, so he said Bye but she followed him because she had nothing better to do and, you know, it was okay to have company on your birthday and dammit, she had to get him something he would remember her by.
Ino didn't like to be forgotten. Naruto didn't like to be remembered sometimes. It was strange, but it worked.
The whole day went by faster than either cared to admit to not liking.
All the bite marks impress a need to be with her, a set of lips glossed over and painted peach plum rose-petal-pink press so tightly against his that breathing is impossible. He gasps and sighs and smirks and smiles and it feels so right when she kisses him because she tastes like a hundred-thousand different flowers, not a single one tainted beautiful by blood and blood loss -- rose petals on her breath, baby's breath on her skin and a rain forest of wild, untamed scents in her hair like the smell of wild, wet-furred predators stalking through the forest in the darkness of the night or the sweet silver bell-taste of that first mist during January in her hair. She's so vibrant. So alive. He can almost taste the beat of her heart between his teeth.
They started seeing more of each other after their impromptu hang out session but said nothing more than Hi or Goodbye or How are you today as they looked at each others eyes and thought: Does it hurt to breathe when your near me too?
She smells like the forest and she smells like wilds he dreams of at night when the Fox is lonely; of the neat forests and crystal clear-lakes and endless fields of sunflowers that the Fox likes and therefore amplifies in his mind so that she is perfect in everyway even though he already thought that and knew that about her from the moment they found themselves alone on Team Seven's Bride and she said to him, smiling a smile that reached her eyes and pulling him towards her in the moonlight: "...Even though Sakura runs after the shadow of her shattered prince I hold in my arms the fire of a Hokage and I won't settle for second best so kiss me now and make it mean everything its supposed to mean, Naruto. Kiss me and tell me that you love me because I'm not settling for second best again."
The pain intensified in passing. A passing touch. A passing glance. A passing conversation. A low fire that smoldered in their stomachs and behind their navels like embers on the tails of a dying phoenix just before it ignited in one last blaze of glory. Though they didn't know each other, though they barely spoke to each other since their first meeting, it felt so completely right for Naruto to ask her out on a date in that shy, boyish way of his that she couldn't (didn't) have the heart to say no to him because he obviously didn't know that you had to court the girl first to get her to like you and then ask her to date you, to be with you, maybe even to love you.
Ino forgot Naruto never followed instructions, explicitly stated or otherwise.
Teeth gnash and grind and bite and nip and take skin between lips; crush and press and seal furiously against each other as tongues that taste of cyanide and alcohol intermix and intermingle and dance a dance of passions-war. He runs his tongue over her teeth, over her lips, across her tongue and she doesn't let him have any power anywhere over her because she is a kunoichi and kunoichi are not weak little flowergirls; they're warriors,and now they're kissing so hard it hurts and he's bleeding and he loves it.
It started with his arm resting around her shoulders during a movie he thought was boring and fell asleep halfway into. It started with her hand coasting over his during as they walked through Konoha and then her entire hand gripping his wrist to lead him to a store she wanted to go into. It started with him buying her a small bracelet to said 'sorry for sleeping on you/drooling on your during the movie --Naruto' and it started with a hand that stayed locked around his for the rest of the afternoon, neither remembering how or why it got there. It started with little things, with small glances and half-smiles, and mistakes and apologies and blushing at words that, in-context, were perfectly innocent and sane.
Her top is made of leather, her bra is made of cotton, her skin is made of silk. They hit the bed and she wraps both legs around him and he presses down into her center as she rolls her hips in a fluid liquid rush that grinds into his sex so hard he's seeing stars and seeing spots and panting for breath through an invisible straw as he fumbles with her bra, fumbles with her top and fumbles with her breasts like a blind man looking at the world for the first time with eyes that aren't his. She's so soft, and so small, and so willing yet she's so strong, and so craven, and so beautiful and ravenous for a tase of his skin that only cupping her breasts makes her scream and only tracing the edge of her areola with his tongue makes her buck her hips and bite her lips and rip off his belt to plunge her hands into his pants without a hint of caring about decency or personal space.
Though Ino knows Naruto would never hurt her, the one time she was ever afraid of him was the time Naruto went Kyuubi on her during a mission and annihilated; not killed, not wounded, not massacred but annihilated,an entire company of Grass-Nin that had gotten the jump on them during a routine scouting run. When he had finished killing them all, he had looked at her, blood streaking his face and his hair like painted on stripes of thick paint and his eyes glowing with the fires of hell itself. She had frozen, and then his eyes, those eyes so fiery and incandescent that they burned right through her, turned downward as he said: "Ino I...Ino I'm sorry..."
Though his voice was darker, deeper, like the rumbling of thunder off in the distance, the words were all the same. The boy was all the same. She took him in his arms and said: "I love you Naruto"
It was the first time she had said it and the only time Naruto had ever been so shocked he cried until there was nothing left wet inside of him.
He is thick. Not long, but thick enough to make her have to wrap both hands around him. Every part of his body is firm, toned, pale bronze muscle; nothing marring a perfect tide of flesh but a strange tattoo around his navel and scar right next to his heart, and she is envious of his perfection but selfish of it all at the same time and she revels in the power she has over this man who could kill her with a mere flicker of her power as her jerking hands bring him to his knees.
Her parents don't approve of Naruto, but she doesn't care. Kakashi and Iruka approve of Ino, and that's all that matters to her.
She wants to look good for her eventual in-laws, after all.
When Naruto hears her say this, he can't stop laughing. She thinks he's beautiful when he smiles.
Naruto grins into the curve of her hip and she makes a sound like oh-god-I've-never-been-touched-this-way-before, head tilting back, lips parting and grinning and spine shuddering and he makes a noise in the dank dark recesses of his throat that vibrates against her insides and her breasts and purrs outwards on a sliding cascading of breath that surfs the smooth expanse of her stomach in a hot, molten tide that makes things below her skin tighten and twist and that answers her without words, clearly saying if-you-want-it-harder-I'll-be-more-than-glad-to-oblige. They hit the floor, and he obliges. And obliges. And obliges.
They compliment each other by challenging each other to do better. Naruto trains Ino to be strong, so that when the Jounin exams come around they both face each other in the finals and Naruto only gets by one the skin of his teeth and a handful of waters clones. Ino teaches Naruto how to cook, and how to clean, and how to live life like a normal person -- becoming more than Naruto's lover, friend, or wife; becoming his love, his sister, and his soulmate.
Though brain-death is found in drink, absolution is found in sex -- sex to forget; sex to remember; sex that means everything to no one and nothing to everyone; sex that matters because he's been afraid so afraid to tell her that he loved her for longer than he could remember and she's been reluctant to admit to herself that she prefers this; she always wanted this; she needs and craves and loves the feel of his body, hard and built for war, beneath her fingertips. She knows she wants to marry him and be with him forever; to always have this and always have him because he makes her feel more than happy, more then complete.
Uzumaki Naruto makes her feel perfect.
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No, I'll believe in us forever
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2981927/1/
Comments welcomes as always.
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Will you believe in me tonight?
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The door opens. The door closes. A shirt rises, hangs in mid-air, and falls with two bodies onto the side of the bed -- a long, lily-white leg jutting out of a too-short skirt tucking up and hooking hard around a waist as fingers interposed with jewelery and interlocked with his hair sink into his skin, press into his chest and palm hollow of his back and grab the curve of his ass and draw crescents of red pain sex pleasure want holding him tight against her neck as he licks and nibbles and worships ivory skin carved from solid marble and breathed life into by some decadent goddess of battle and seduction; the other hand clawing at his back and tapering around his neck like a lost child looking for solace or sanctuary as he makes her shiver and shake and spasm in his arms.
It happened by happenstance. She said Hi, they talked, he was lonely, she was friend; overly friendly, so he said Bye but she followed him because she had nothing better to do and, you know, it was okay to have company on your birthday and dammit, she had to get him something he would remember her by.
Ino didn't like to be forgotten. Naruto didn't like to be remembered sometimes. It was strange, but it worked.
The whole day went by faster than either cared to admit to not liking.
All the bite marks impress a need to be with her, a set of lips glossed over and painted peach plum rose-petal-pink press so tightly against his that breathing is impossible. He gasps and sighs and smirks and smiles and it feels so right when she kisses him because she tastes like a hundred-thousand different flowers, not a single one tainted beautiful by blood and blood loss -- rose petals on her breath, baby's breath on her skin and a rain forest of wild, untamed scents in her hair like the smell of wild, wet-furred predators stalking through the forest in the darkness of the night or the sweet silver bell-taste of that first mist during January in her hair. She's so vibrant. So alive. He can almost taste the beat of her heart between his teeth.
They started seeing more of each other after their impromptu hang out session but said nothing more than Hi or Goodbye or How are you today as they looked at each others eyes and thought: Does it hurt to breathe when your near me too?
She smells like the forest and she smells like wilds he dreams of at night when the Fox is lonely; of the neat forests and crystal clear-lakes and endless fields of sunflowers that the Fox likes and therefore amplifies in his mind so that she is perfect in everyway even though he already thought that and knew that about her from the moment they found themselves alone on Team Seven's Bride and she said to him, smiling a smile that reached her eyes and pulling him towards her in the moonlight: "...Even though Sakura runs after the shadow of her shattered prince I hold in my arms the fire of a Hokage and I won't settle for second best so kiss me now and make it mean everything its supposed to mean, Naruto. Kiss me and tell me that you love me because I'm not settling for second best again."
The pain intensified in passing. A passing touch. A passing glance. A passing conversation. A low fire that smoldered in their stomachs and behind their navels like embers on the tails of a dying phoenix just before it ignited in one last blaze of glory. Though they didn't know each other, though they barely spoke to each other since their first meeting, it felt so completely right for Naruto to ask her out on a date in that shy, boyish way of his that she couldn't (didn't) have the heart to say no to him because he obviously didn't know that you had to court the girl first to get her to like you and then ask her to date you, to be with you, maybe even to love you.
Ino forgot Naruto never followed instructions, explicitly stated or otherwise.
Teeth gnash and grind and bite and nip and take skin between lips; crush and press and seal furiously against each other as tongues that taste of cyanide and alcohol intermix and intermingle and dance a dance of passions-war. He runs his tongue over her teeth, over her lips, across her tongue and she doesn't let him have any power anywhere over her because she is a kunoichi and kunoichi are not weak little flowergirls; they're warriors,and now they're kissing so hard it hurts and he's bleeding and he loves it.
It started with his arm resting around her shoulders during a movie he thought was boring and fell asleep halfway into. It started with her hand coasting over his during as they walked through Konoha and then her entire hand gripping his wrist to lead him to a store she wanted to go into. It started with him buying her a small bracelet to said 'sorry for sleeping on you/drooling on your during the movie --Naruto' and it started with a hand that stayed locked around his for the rest of the afternoon, neither remembering how or why it got there. It started with little things, with small glances and half-smiles, and mistakes and apologies and blushing at words that, in-context, were perfectly innocent and sane.
Her top is made of leather, her bra is made of cotton, her skin is made of silk. They hit the bed and she wraps both legs around him and he presses down into her center as she rolls her hips in a fluid liquid rush that grinds into his sex so hard he's seeing stars and seeing spots and panting for breath through an invisible straw as he fumbles with her bra, fumbles with her top and fumbles with her breasts like a blind man looking at the world for the first time with eyes that aren't his. She's so soft, and so small, and so willing yet she's so strong, and so craven, and so beautiful and ravenous for a tase of his skin that only cupping her breasts makes her scream and only tracing the edge of her areola with his tongue makes her buck her hips and bite her lips and rip off his belt to plunge her hands into his pants without a hint of caring about decency or personal space.
Though Ino knows Naruto would never hurt her, the one time she was ever afraid of him was the time Naruto went Kyuubi on her during a mission and annihilated; not killed, not wounded, not massacred but annihilated,an entire company of Grass-Nin that had gotten the jump on them during a routine scouting run. When he had finished killing them all, he had looked at her, blood streaking his face and his hair like painted on stripes of thick paint and his eyes glowing with the fires of hell itself. She had frozen, and then his eyes, those eyes so fiery and incandescent that they burned right through her, turned downward as he said: "Ino I...Ino I'm sorry..."
Though his voice was darker, deeper, like the rumbling of thunder off in the distance, the words were all the same. The boy was all the same. She took him in his arms and said: "I love you Naruto"
It was the first time she had said it and the only time Naruto had ever been so shocked he cried until there was nothing left wet inside of him.
He is thick. Not long, but thick enough to make her have to wrap both hands around him. Every part of his body is firm, toned, pale bronze muscle; nothing marring a perfect tide of flesh but a strange tattoo around his navel and scar right next to his heart, and she is envious of his perfection but selfish of it all at the same time and she revels in the power she has over this man who could kill her with a mere flicker of her power as her jerking hands bring him to his knees.
Her parents don't approve of Naruto, but she doesn't care. Kakashi and Iruka approve of Ino, and that's all that matters to her.
She wants to look good for her eventual in-laws, after all.
When Naruto hears her say this, he can't stop laughing. She thinks he's beautiful when he smiles.
Naruto grins into the curve of her hip and she makes a sound like oh-god-I've-never-been-touched-this-way-before, head tilting back, lips parting and grinning and spine shuddering and he makes a noise in the dank dark recesses of his throat that vibrates against her insides and her breasts and purrs outwards on a sliding cascading of breath that surfs the smooth expanse of her stomach in a hot, molten tide that makes things below her skin tighten and twist and that answers her without words, clearly saying if-you-want-it-harder-I'll-be-more-than-glad-to-oblige. They hit the floor, and he obliges. And obliges. And obliges.
They compliment each other by challenging each other to do better. Naruto trains Ino to be strong, so that when the Jounin exams come around they both face each other in the finals and Naruto only gets by one the skin of his teeth and a handful of waters clones. Ino teaches Naruto how to cook, and how to clean, and how to live life like a normal person -- becoming more than Naruto's lover, friend, or wife; becoming his love, his sister, and his soulmate.
Though brain-death is found in drink, absolution is found in sex -- sex to forget; sex to remember; sex that means everything to no one and nothing to everyone; sex that matters because he's been afraid so afraid to tell her that he loved her for longer than he could remember and she's been reluctant to admit to herself that she prefers this; she always wanted this; she needs and craves and loves the feel of his body, hard and built for war, beneath her fingertips. She knows she wants to marry him and be with him forever; to always have this and always have him because he makes her feel more than happy, more then complete.
Uzumaki Naruto makes her feel perfect.
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No, I'll believe in us forever
