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Koiuta, Love Song V.2

　

A Shared Desire

　

　

She felt. . .dizzy. Overwhelmed, yet aching for more. Tasha had never known desire like this, had never really allowed herself to feel it. To desire was to give yourself to another, to relinquish your own will, and her pride had been stubborn about that—
and defensive. Had she given in, back in Iwa, who knows what kind of horror she would�ve been subjected to. It�d been a point of fear, which she�d turned into a point of anger by necessity.

With Shino, there was none of that. He was holding himself back, she knew, keeping his hands off her as if scared he�d frighten her away. She was kind of glad for that, since even she didn�t know how she would react if anything was demanded of her.

The desire was all-consuming, though, driving her to want more. His first kiss—
their first kiss—
had managed to surprise her. Sure, she�d already come to the conclusion that she wanted him, that she was fully willing to date him, but a part of her had expected him not to do anything. At first. Eventually, of course she expected more, but here and now? That startled her. He must have been holding back his own desire for some time, she realized, and felt stupid for not noticing.

Then again, he was incredibly difficult to read. And he�d never mentioned attraction to her before, never hinted at wanting her. She could only guess that he�d been, well. . .scared. Which would explain why this confident being had gotten so awkward at the very notion of dating. Silly man. She would have to reward his resistance, then, and show he had nothing to fear.

Besides which, he was doing everything right. Each meeting of lips shot her desire higher, promising such sweet things if they continued this path. And he showed her what to do, leading by example until she was keeping up with him. Soon her mind was clouded, full of nothing but thoughts on what she would do next and a haze of pure passion. But he was still controlled, damn it, almost drawing whimpers from her each time he withdrew.

She found herself just acting, speaking, following her own urges. She pulled him down with her, surprised that he had given her no resistance in this, and finding that she greatly enjoyed being with him like that. A month ago this move would�ve made her feel trapped, holding her down, even threatened. With Shino, however, she felt safe, protected, warm.

His lips were like beacons to her, drawing her in time and again. It was so hard to resist kissing him, so she figured, why bother? And he was so handsome, too, something she hadn�t expected, hadn�t ever really considered. Until now she hadn�t been able to really see him, charmed entirely by his words and actions. She�d already known his nose was sharp and regal, but now she knew other things, too: the angle of his jaw, the shape of his lips, the color of his eyes. She thought he was breathtaking.

Add that shockingly beautiful face to the rest of him—
his towering height, his gentle manner, his ability to conjure laughter from her, the mystery in him she wanted very much to unravel—
and it was like he�d been crafted just for her.

Strange as it was, she was suddenly so glad that the Tsuchikage had ordered her death. Harrowing as the ordeal had been, she wouldn�t have been here now without it. She wouldn�t have known this perfect being, with his demanding gaze upon her even as he kept still, resisting her as much as his own wants. Sacrificing his desires just to keep her at ease.

But she wasn�t at ease. She was keyed up, her body tense with want and her own struggle not to simply jump on him. Oh, how she wanted that. Desperate as she was to get closer to him, she ran her hands over him. And though she hadn�t been invited to do so, hadn�t been given permission, she could feel his enjoyment with every motion. She felt it all the clearer every time her fingers or lips reached the pulse in his neck, registering the race and pound of every beat, spurred on by the knowledge that she was driving his desire higher.

Yet she still didn�t understand why she wanted this so much, inexperienced as she was. All she knew was that her body craved him, starting quivers in her spine and guiding her hands to grasp him, needy. She wasn�t ignorant, though. She knew what happened when a man and woman came together in lust. She just couldn�t handle it, could barely retain her own thoughts, having difficulty directing herself. Neither did she know the etiquette involved, if she was giving too much too fast or not.

Was that why he was resistant? Because there was a rhythm, a method, to this and she was skipping over it in her ignorance? She tried to explain it to him, to request him to lead even as her lips wouldn�t leave his flesh for long. And she knew the exact moment her pleads broke through his control, for he chose then to crush her against him, taking her mouth in a way she had never expected. This was kissing, real kissing?

She moaned.

His tongue delving into her mouth was a whole new experience, his taste delightful and tangy in a way she would never grow weary of. And his skin, gods above, his skin! So warm, almost scorching, and full of incessant vibrations. She knew what it meant: his insects must be moving, and judging from the tingles under her fingers, they were all but crazed. Reacting to his own need, she wondered?

A few weeks ago, this would have disturbed her, would have conjured a shudder. Now, though. . .now it thrilled her. No one alive was more vibrant than he was, the insects adding a whole new form of life to him. She liked them, too, liked that their movements echoed his own.

She couldn�t help but comment on it, and the moment those words left her mouth, she felt the last of his control break away. Need poured off him, washing over her, infecting her as deeply as he was. That mouth of his went from passionate to demanding, punishing; he was devouring her. Each stroke of his tongue seemed hotter than the last, driving her completely out of her mind.

His hands ranged over her, rough touches meant to discover and invoke and inflame. She was already burning, but at that commanding grip, her blood ran hotter, scorching in her veins. And she wasn�t the only one. She ran her hands along the curve of his ribs, encountering moisture. Sweat? She shivered at the knowledge. She was making him sweat and they were only kissing. She could only imagine how he would react once their clothes were gone.

And that thought was the single most pleasant thing to have ever crossed her mind. Her body responded by pushing against him, knocking him off-balance. He caught himself on the branch only to have her straddle his hips, her sudden burst of dominance surprising her as much as she guessed it�d surprised him.

Then he murmured her name against her mouth, his voice deeper and rougher than she�d ever heard it, and she decided that wresting control from him was totally worth it. She pushed harder, wanting him on his back, but he pushed right back and she ended up on hers. She barely fit in the space provided. Now she was no longer in a position of control, but in a position of submission, his hips nestled between hers. And she liked that so much more.

�Shino,� she moaned around his tongue, her hands curling around his ribs, his back, gripping his shoulders to hold him right then. His coat was gone, she noted absently. She hadn�t even been aware of its disappearance. But his vest remained, she saw, and somehow that was even sexier.

His hands were still running along her form. Those fingers found the tie to her haori and yanked it open in one move, brushing the fabric open. Underneath she wore a tiny black top, mostly meant to be a barrier between her flesh and the mesh shirt she wore over it. His mouth at last left hers to push himself up, looking down at her. She was panting hard by now, her chest rising and falling in rapid strokes.

Silver eyes had gone molten with desire, she saw, the heat only growing as he swept his eyes over her chest. A tinge of disappointment was banked there, so she decided to ease that. Without any reservation, she arched her back, pulling both of her undershirts up and over her breasts. This didn�t shame her in the least; she was proud of the body she had, and she wanted him to see it.

He caught his breath at the sight, fingers biting into her hips, his gaze sweeping over her exposed flesh. That stare lingered over each pearled bud topping what was admittedly modest breasts (that merely meant they were perky and firm), leaving a sensation of fire everywhere his gaze landed. When he moved next, after several beats of stun, he dove straight for those mounds. At the first touch of his mouth against one nipple, she cried out, shocked by the onslaught of pleasure the contact invoked in her. At once she was overwhelmed and wanting so much more, arching her back to offer everything to him.

And he took it. With hands, mouth and tongue, he took, forcing her back into writhing as she struggled to endure this sweet torture. Her fingers found their way to his hair, holding securely, showing him without words that she was pleased with this turn of events. On and on it went, her body twisting under him, overwhelmed by the sensations he invoked in her flesh. It was better than she could have ever imagined.

Then those delicious, hot, sucking lips were gone and he�d stopped. Just stopped. Hazy as she was, she could only make a noise of protest, shaky and needy and demanding he return that incredible pleasure. But at the loss of his mouth, her awareness had kicked back in, her training snapping her to the defensive. Shino was looking off to her right, towards the village, his body bowed over hers protectively.

She shot her gaze that way, body reacting before her mind had caught up enough to analyze the threat—

It was Kiba. He was far back, barely in sight, and frozen solid in the dark of night. Only his silhouette was visible against the lights of Konoha, but Tasha�s senses recognized him even without the aid of sight. She could tell he was looking straight at them, had probably seen Shino ravishing her breasts a moment ago. Embarrassment slammed into her at the thought. Sure, she wasn�t ashamed of her body, but she only wanted Shino to see it. She even less wanted anyone to see this private, intimate moment.

Only a few seconds passed before Kiba darted off, vanishing from the range of her senses. She hissed out a breath, suddenly very, very displeased. She groaned in disappointment. That hadn�t ruined everything, had it?

A moment of tense silence passed, then Shino lifted his head, gazing down at her. There was a grim set to his features, so yes, the affair was ruined. She tried not to pout; failed.

After another heartbeat of silence, Shino said, �I�m sorry.�

Damn it. That interruption had deflated every good thing about the past. . .what, half hour? She frowned, then sighed, unwilling to say goodbye but having no choice in the matter. Her pulse was still hammering in her throat, her body humming with energy and pleasure. She still wanted everything he had to give.

And now he wouldn�t give it. She could see the war dancing in his eyes, chivalry and desire fighting for dominance. She made it easier for him, shoving her clothing back into place—
her breasts slick from his mouth, a fact that would probably thrill her for the next several hours—
and sitting up.

Reluctant, he drew back to give her the room she needed. As she tied her haori back together, he zipped up his vest. She couldn�t help but ask, �What changed?�

�. . .I should know better,� was his non-answer. He sounded so angry right then, and she had to admit it was justified. She didn�t care if they were in a tree, out in the open; she�d nearly had him, had nearly received him the way her body craved. And then they�d been robbed of the chance. �What did you do with my goggles?� he asked a moment later.

Heh. She kind of liked that he hadn�t noticed, just liked she hadn�t noticed when he�d shed his coat—
which he was shrugging back on, she saw. Must not have gone further than the branch. �I dropped it,� she explained, pointing down to her left.

He looked that way, must have spotted them because his eyes landed on her again. Another thick wave of tension reached between them, desire creating a link between their gazes. She wanted to leap onto him, consequences be damned, and she could see he wanted it, too.

Instead, he held back, asking, �Do you know the way back to the apartment?�

A goodbye.

Begrudgingly, she nodded, shifting back to lean against the trunk. She couldn�t hide the disappointment from her eyes, and seeing it echoed back at her in his own silver orbs didn�t satisfy her at all. She didn�t think she would be going back just yet, but yes, she knew the way back.

He still hesitated there on that branch, staring at her. Dreading to part her as much as she was? But then he nodded to himself, as if agreeing with some thought, and dropped from the height. She watched him from above as he retrieved and settled goggles back in place, then flipped up his hood. A strange emptiness filled her as he strode away, never once glancing back.

Damn it all.

She waited there, yearning, as if expecting him to return any minute until the moon had gone halfway across the sky. That was when she gave up, sighed, and leapt down at last. Unhurried, and maybe even a bit disheartened, she trudged through Konoha. Few people were still up and around, she found, most of them being ninja. She never saw one, of course, but she could feel the stir of chakra around her. A few paced after her, watching her, she was certain. A part of her was glad for that, happy that they were protecting Konoha even from a single young woman.

She didn�t bother with her front door when she reached the Kazuchaka building, she just leapt up to her window. She didn�t have a balcony, but that didn�t stop her. The window flowed right open under her grip, sliding easily since she�d already gotten through the stiff cling. Once back in her barren, unfurnished room, she stopped. It seemed more empty than before, but that couldn�t be. The only difference between now and the last time she�d been here was the absence of Shino�s presence.

She cringed. Had she really attached herself to him that fiercely? If this kept up, she wouldn�t be able to live on her own for a totally different reason. Sighing, she headed for the bathroom, figuring she might as well make use of that tub. Hopefully a nice dousing in hot water would ease the tension in her shoulders, the need she couldn�t quite shake.

It wasn�t until her clothes were off that she noticed the physical reaction to her earlier passion. What she�d thought, idly assumed, was sweat. . .was not sweat. It was a slick moisture between the folds of her womanhood, something different from anything else she�d found there. Surprise gave way to understanding as she drew it between her fingers, feeling it. She�d never explored her body before, refusing to feel desire of any kind in her home country for fear of someone else taking it as an invitation.

. . .She could explore now, she realized.

As her bathtub filled with warm water, she did so, running her hands along her body. The dampness left by Shino�s mouth on her breasts was gone by now, making her want to pout. But that gave way to the thought that his saliva was now worked into her skin, and that was very okay with her. Her hands failed to invoke the same desire Shino�s hands had, she noted with a measure of disappointment. Then her hands moved down further to rub between her thighs and it was even better than his mouth had been.

It didn�t take her very long to figure this part out, finding where she liked the touches most and giving it to herself. In no time she was laying on the floor, ignoring the bath now, one hand teasing her breasts while the other toyed with her femininity. She pictured Shino above her as she did this, imagined his hands in place of her own. It aroused her to the point of moaning, almost fooling herself into believing he was there with her.

Feelings she�d never experienced before were washing over her, making her tense one moment and writhe the next. Her hips canted and beckoned, soft, drawn-out moans easing from her throat. The attention Shino had given her breasts had been incredible, but it still didn�t compare to this. Her fingers moved quicker with each stroke against the hard, sensitive bud between her legs, circling, stroking, petting.

Then her entire body went rigid, throat closing, and a whole other wave of pleasure hit her. It was like being electrocuted, shocking her again and again at how powerful the shots were, a rushing filling her ears and bright spots winking behind her eyes. Nothing was better than this, she decided in an instant. Nothing.

It lasted for longer than she could have thought, and when it finally stopped, she exhaled hard, her body sagging on the floor. Her mind was reeling at the information she�d just gained, not just about pleasure itself but in regards to herself. She honestly regretted never having explored herself before. Because surely, she could have found some way to do it without being caught, right?

Those bolts of lightning must have liquefied her bones, she realized, because she didn�t think she would ever be able to move again. And then water ran across her back and her eyes snapped open, an urgency filling her. Shit, she�d gotten about the bath! She hurried to turn off the water, surprised to find her hands were shaky still. She pulled the plug to allow some water out, and while she waited, she leaned on the tub. Musing.

Sexual need. Orgasm. Ecstasy. All new things, all suddenly craved things. She couldn�t wait to share her new knowledge with Shino—
he probably already knew all about these things, she knew, but that didn�t change anything. She wanted to test the differences between her hands and his. Which, she suspected, would be beyond �different�. Her hands had felt like nothing on her breasts while his had driven her mad.

So what would his hands feel like on her womanhood? How would his mouth feel? Probably like heaven and hell in one, she figured. And the thought had her shivering with need all over again. Then she imagined what it might be like to have him penetrating her, surging inside her the way man and woman were meant to do. A shudder took her, an ache starting between her legs, pulsing with need. Gods above, she wanted that.

Thus, she climbed into the bath and touched herself again. Her fingers went deeper now, her mind conjuring more detailed fantasies. She imagined Shino above her, then slipped her fingers inside her, pretending it was him entering her. Both of her hands were working her over, fingers thrusting within her walls, fingers stroking that sensitive place in front she didn�t have a word for yet.

Moaning, she ground her hips to the motions, her fantasy swiftly taking over and making her believe that Shino really was here with her. She let herself believe it without reservation, wanting him too much to deny herself this pleasure. �He� soon discovered how she wanted to be loved and gave it to her, obeying all of her directives without a word from her. Good boy.

This time she didn�t let her voice cut out, choosing to let loose a cry when her second orgasm crashed through her. It took longer than the first try, but it was so much better that she didn�t care. No, in fact, she preferred the second time to the first. It was just so disappointing when she opened her eyes and remembered that she really was alone. Still, that was the most pleasure she�d ever had, the evidence of it making her quake.

Humming with satisfaction now, in her body as much as her throat, she rinsed off and stepped out. She had no towel, no other clothes, but she didn�t mind. Iwagakure was a cold place; she was used to a chill.

She wiped as much water as she could off her body with her hands, dressed, and then pondered on where to sleep. Lethargy had hit her after that second rapture, nearly making her drift off in the water. It�d taken effort to climb out. Nothing even remotely resembling a sleeping mat existed anywhere in her apartment. So she went to the closet, figuring she may as well hide her presence for as long as she didn�t have any defenses here.

She climbed up to the top shelf and curled up, finding it was just a bit warmer up here. She slid the door shut and the darkness that enveloped her was comfortable, lulling. It didn�t take long for her to drift off to sleep.

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Gods, she riled him.

With a great deal of regret, and even greater amount of difficulty, Shino had managed to walk away from her. He should�ve just darted off, he knew, but he couldn�t bring himself to do so. Because he was so selfish, he wanted to be as close to her as he could, for as long as he could. So he�d marched off in even strides, his senses clinging to her until he was too far away to feel her anymore.

He mourned the loss.

He�d done far too much today, and he cursed himself for it. What happened to gentle, easy and slow? Oh, right, he answered himself; she�d begun begging and it�d broken him down. Completely. Or so he�d assumed at first, because when she noticed his bugs under his skin and commented positively, he�d gone totally crazed. And she�d responded!

A shudder ripped through him to recall it, the way she�d shoved him over. The fire in her burned him in the best of ways, until he�d been sweating and tore his coat off to keep from going up in flames. Damn that delectable woman and her brazen acts, destroying his resistance as if it�d never existed in the first place.

The moment he�d attempted to regain control, forcing himself to look down at her chest because he knew it�d be covered and hoped it would remind him to stop—
or remind her to stop—
she�d only ruined his restraint more. She�d simply shoved her duo of shirts higher, baring her breasts and demolishing the hasty barriers he�d been trying to build. All of his efforts to be chivalrous, to give her time needed to become used to pleasures of the flesh, had been swept away. Ignored. Hell, she might have even detested them.

He detested them.

At once, he thanked the gods for Kiba�s sudden presence crashing through his mind and had to battle the urge to slaughter his friend for the interruption. He knew Kiba was just searching for him because he�d been gone all day, and after having informed the pair of them that Tasha was an official ninja, too. Surely his friends had just wanted to congratulate her.

Shino would have to talk to the Inuzuka, he realized. And warn Kiba to keep his trap shut. He wouldn�t hesitate to unleash a horde of fleas on the man if Kiba opened his fat mouth. But that would have to be later, because right now all Shino wanted to do was ease the pulsing, burning need suspended between his legs. A need he hadn�t sated in quite some time, he noted.

As a ninja, Shino had a great deal of self control. As a person, he wasn�t all that passionate, not one given to bodily urges. Maybe because the bugs sometimes confused the sensations in his own body, leading him to just not bothering with things like masturbation.

He would damn well bother today.

It was nearly time for dinner across Konoha, but as Shino strode into his clan�s home, he didn�t care about the food. He had an entirely different hunger to sate. Greetings were offered in the same detached, simple ways the Aburame members employed until he reached his room. Some of the clan had paused to look at him quizzically, making him wonder if Tasha�s scent was on him. He wouldn�t be surprised. She�d been all over him, and the bugs could track certain types of scents.

He ignored it for now, though, starting to strip as soon as his door was closed. His clothes were tossed on his bed without care; his goal was his shower, where he could go ahead and make a mess of the tile all he liked. The spray of water was welcoming and hot, reminding him of Tasha�s wanton little fingers. Of her lips, sweet and tender half the time and demanding and firm the other half. Though he told himself not to fantasize, that it would only increase his desire for her and disrespect her, as his hand wrapped about his shaft, he lost the ability to stop them. Hell, he welcomed them.

In his mind�s eye, Tasha was behind him, her lush, petite body pressed against him. Her hands stroked him everywhere, leaving no place untouched. His hand was pumping, craving release, and even that shifted after a few moments. It wasn�t his hand anymore, but hers, a palm calloused from use gripping him, squeezing him. The daydream ran rampant, his breathing coming in harsh exhales and sharp catches with each move she made.

Then the slick of the water confused his senses further and it was her mouth on him, running along his engorged shaft. Her tongue was a delicious pressure, driving him deeper into insanity. And she was damn good at this, not a hint of teeth on him, just a tight, hot mouth getting tighter with each stroke. Each dive of her down his hard length sent pleasure shooting through him, forcing a shudder out of him.

It was too intense for him. How ironic, that; here he�d been determined not to overwhelm her, and she was overwhelming him. But he couldn�t help it, now could he? No one else felt like she did, smiled like she did, sucked him down the way she did. And no matter how devastating the pleasure became, he still only wanted more. He let it happen, then, no resistance, no restraint, just a headfirst dive into climax.

A sharp cry escaped him at the first slap of orgasm, the evidence of his lust bursting forth in white jets arcing through the splash of water. Pump after pump was forced to freedom, each one accompanied by a surge of pure pleasure. The gratification that took him rent a groan from him, so satisfied with the way Tasha had worked him that he sent her a smile and found—

His own hand, he reminded himself a moment later. This would have been pathetic if it weren�t so satisfying. No, wait, it was really pathetic. He�d practically put himself under an illusion from his own damned lust. Yet. . .the pleasure had nearly choked him, it was so intense. His entire body had felt it, not just his loins. It had him wondering how it would feel to bury himself inside her, then let his orgasm take him.

The thought brought up a shudder, all too tempted to find out. Still, he reasoned, this was good. Maybe if he did this before having to meet her every day he�d actually be able to follow through with his own plans. Because, and let�s be reasonable here, he�d given her way too much today. He�d taken too much. It didn�t matter that she�d offered herself up to him without hesitation; she was still inexperienced, new to passion. Her every action had declared it—
as had her words when she�d confessed to him.

Gods, that confession had rocked him all the way to his core, erasing everything from his mind and replacing it with pure, unreserved need for her.

He took a steadying breath, forcing himself back to the present, away from these musings—
before it roused him again. Matter-of-fact now, he finished washing up and spent the rest of the night planning. Tasha was all his now, and he would damn well treat her right. She was his. . .gods, he was hesitating. . .she was his girlfriend. The thought made him immensely happy. He�d never done more than really date before, not really considering any of the females he�d courted as his girlfriends, not even the ones he�d explored sexually.

There just hadn�t been the right spark before now, and the previous girls had agreed with him that it wasn�t working for them. Simple, easy. But Tasha, gods, yes, she was his girlfriend. And now he had an excuse to get around that stubborn pride of hers to care for her. She wouldn�t be able to reason away any gifts he offered her, because now that she was his (he would never tire of repeating that phrase to himself), that meant she was his to spoil as well. And he would spoil her rotten.

. . .As soon as he could control his urges around her. Admittedly, that might take a while.
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