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Koiuta	By : dragonslover1 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Koiuta, Love Song

Ten Days Till Home

During the entirety of the next day, Tasha was wincing with each step she took, or at least stepping lightly. At the time, during the night, she hadn�t been feeling any pain. But then, she should have been expecting this. They made love four times, after all, and she could hardly take two the last time they�d been together.

Shino looked horribly guilty about it, even though she tried to console him. But every �I wasn�t pushing you away� she gave was countered with a �I shouldn�t have been so rough� from him. She considered adding �I liked it that way� to her argument, but decided against it. He would have just come back with �That shouldn�t have clouded my judgement� or something to that effect.

He seemed hell-bent on keeping all the blame to himself. He even tried to do everything he could to make up for it, packing her things for her while she lazed in her bed.

That was another thing -- the packing. By the time they had officially joined bodies the first time, she had the inexplicable knowledge that she would be going back with him, even if her mind disagreed with her in the morning. So when he tried to make an argument concerning all the reasons she should go with him, she had shrugged and said, �You think I�d wanna stay here, away from you, after last night? You�re crazy.�

If she weren�t so sore, his resulting elation probably would have led to another lovemaking -- well, he didn�t really look elated, she was just getting better at reading him. As it was, he settled for kissing her breathless.

And now they had a long walk back to Konoha, made longer because of her wincing. Shino certainly looked a lot like he couldn�t be feeling more miserable, with the way his shoulders slouched and he kept an arm around her for support.

But with him there, she worried about nothing. Thoughts crossed her mind about possible ninja bandits and such, things that had concerned her on the way here. They weren�t concerns anymore. For one, she wasn�t a lone woman crossing the country anymore. For two, even if someone did attack, she had total confidence in Shino�s ability to handle the situation without her ever lifting a finger.

Which is good, because lifting a finger would probably be the limit of what she could painlessly accomplish. The thought made her snicker to herself, though she kept quiet about it. She knew it would only make him feel worse, if she voiced that inner joke.

�Are you sure you want to travel now?� he asked again, nearing the docks. He�d asked this a dozen times already.

She rolled her eyes. �We�re almost to the ships,� she told him. �Where I�ll be sitting still for the next several hours. Does that answer your question?�

He didn�t reply, and though anyone else would assume he were just the quiet type, she knew she�d made him sour. She didn�t like making him feel stupid for throwing concern her way (even when he was, without a doubt, the cause of her discomfort), but it was getting ridiculous. Maybe a proverbial slap to the face would put his head on straight.

�I�m tougher than that,� she said now, tugging on him. She knew he worried about her, and it did start a warm feeling in her belly, but he really needed to take it down a notch. �I�m a ninja too,� she reminded him.

He didn�t look at her for a while, and when he did, she had the distinct feeling he was looking at the necklace.

The necklace she�d put on when she�d found it this morning, where it laid on the floor just beside the bed. It took a little while to clean the rest of the blood off it, making her feel bad about it. She hadn�t meant to stain it with her blood.

She lifted her hand to touch it, smiling to herself. Of course, she felt he was probably inwardly singing at the fact she�d put it on, yet she doubted it would match her own feelings for it. The object was just that: an object, pretty though it was. He could�ve just as easily gotten her a muffin or a puppy or a paper fan, and she�d treasure it just as much.

�I�m going to ask a favor of you,� he told her now, as they waited to board the ship.

�What�s that?�

�I�m not telling you until we�re on the ship.�

She raised a brow at him, but he was pointedly facing ahead of them. �Then why bother warning me?�

�Because you�re going to have to promise me you�ll do it.�

She gave him a lopsided grin. �Like I would say �no�?� she teased. �You have my word.�

�Anything?�

She narrowed her eyes, not in anger, but in suspicion. �Anything.�

�Good.�

She was anxious now, wondering what he wanted from her -- what she could give while staying perfectly still, at that. He wouldn�t ask her to do anything that required movement, not now.

After they were on board, he found an empty spot on deck and lifted her to sit on the railing. His arms looped around her as he said, �Play your flute for me.�

She raised a brow. That wasn�t something he needed to have her promise to do; she would do it for the asking. And her swords were with her as always, though a little in the way of how he�d lifted her. She linked her ankles around his waist, not necessarily because she wanted the extra security so much as to strengthen her claim on him. A moment later she was playing a tune, slow and casual.

Though she couldn�t tell hide nor hair from his expression (or lack thereof), she knew nonetheless that he was watching her. He wasn�t the only one. As the notes flowed through the air, it began drawing other passengers, even some of the crew. Mostly they paused long enough to watch for a few seconds, maybe ask each other if they�d heard the song before, and then leave. But some stuck around, intrigued by the unexpected show.

She paused only a moment, saying, �It would help if I knew what you wanted to hear.�

He remained silent, so she went on with the tune coming to life. She supposed he either didn�t like it but didn�t want to tell her so, or he was content with whatever she chose to play.

At one point she overheard a child say the words, �He�s a scary guy,� and her laugh interrupted her song.

When she reached the end, holding the flute for another moment at her lips, she wondered what he was thinking. He hadn�t moved, nor made a sound, for the entire song.

A crewman approached. He said, �Miss? It�s dangerous for you to sit there.�

Shino only moved slightly, turning his head more towards the young man.

Tasha replied, �I�m quite stable.�

He looked unwilling to leave. �If you fall --� he started.

�She won�t,� Shino interrupted. And just as she predicted, his quiet, commanding tone made the crewman give a nod and leave -- though she imagined part of the reason was fear.

After all, Shino was an intimidating kind of guy. She was starting to reap the benefits of it, too.

They walked for two days after reaching port, talking, always with him keeping an arm around her. By the second day they were both tired, but on the plus side, she wasn�t aching anymore. She chose to remain walking like this just because she liked it.

Then they decided to rest, though she figured it was more for her benefit than his. It was dark, cold, and they were in a clearing littered with a handful of trees. She could see nothing but darkness in all directions, but she knew where she was regardless. She knew that to the east were a line of stout mountains.

Yet they weren�t resting to catch their breath or regain energy so much as to sit and stare at each other. She was straddling him, wrists on his shoulders, wearing his jacket since he�d given it to her to ward off the cold. He was sitting propped against a tree, hands on her hips. He hadn�t removed his sunglasses, and she guessed he forgot they were there.

At a playful thought, she said, �Let me see those,� and took them off. He angled his head in a way that helped her remove them, then put them on herself. It was much darker now. As an added effect, she flipped the hood up -- it nearly fell past her eyes. She lifted her chin to see him.

�How do I look?� she asked, smirking.

She still couldn�t see the lower half of his face (she tisked mentally at all the layers), but his eyes were amused.

�Silly,� he answered.

She stuck her tongue out. �I feel like a kid playing dress-up.� When she lowered her chin, the glasses slid to the end of her nose. She pushed back the hood some so he could see. Pointing at herself, she added, �Your things are so damn big.� With the glasses all but hanging off, she could see him clearly.

He gave a careless shrug. �I�m a big guy.�

�I�ve noticed.�

He was quiet then, and she realized her words could be taken two ways. Her face heated.

She gave a thoughtful look, saying, �I didn�t mean it any other way, but. . . Yeah, I guess it applies to everything.�

�Tasha.�

His disposition had changed, she noted. Her name had been spoken as a warning, his hands were tighter on her, and any playfulness he had a moment ago was gone.

She pouted. �You can�t have it both ways; either you want it or you don�t.� She ran a finger down his chest, pausing halfway, meeting his eyes before continuing, �No more of this �I want you, but no way.��

He seemed to tense, and she took it as a good sign -- at least he got the meaning. Then he leaned forward, saying, �Fine,� and kissed her.

Hot, hungry, and -- she noted with a laugh -- the contact pushed the glasses further into place. She drew back to take them off, getting a surprise when he did it for her, all but flinging them off somewhere. She had to admit, she liked it when he acted like this. As if he couldn�t have her fast enough. To be wanted so fiercely was like a drug.

While their mouths battled, his hands went up and down her back, and she realized he was hesitating. That, or he didn�t know how her pants worked yet -- she had dressed herself, and he had never undressed her in these clothes. She was glad all their extra items (her swords, their packs, etc) were in a pile beside them. It made it easy for her to guide his hands to her waistband and show him that the band was elastic. Granted, it was tight elastic, but still stretchy.

It didn�t take long for him to convey to her that he wanted to lay her back. She refused, pushing his shoulders so he was leaning into the tree again.

�Tasha --� he bit out.

�Shino,� she shot back, trying to match his tone. She didn�t want him to think up any elaborate protests; she wanted him. And she was growing impatient to have him.

Not to mention the thought of making love like this was thrilling her.

His vest was already open enough that kissing again was easy, and now she unzipped it further. Her hands found his neck, his chest. It wasn�t until she started trailing her mouth down his throat that she realized the hood had fallen off; the jacket itself was off her shoulders now. He groaned at her ministrations, so she dropped her hands lower.

They had teamwork down, she found, when both pairs of hands collided between their waists. She freed his member at the same time he pulled her pants down. He guided her hips, she held him steady, and then he was inside her and she dropped her head back to moan.

�Still tight. . .� His voice was strangling itself, almost unintelligible, but she heard him all the same.

She felt herself grin. Throwing him a heated look, she replied, �Any woman would be tight -- for you.�

The look he gave her was hard. �I don�t care about �any woman.�� He shifted, thrust up, and she cried out. �I want you. No one else.�

Her heart sang. But she could think of nothing to say, so instead she threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him, writhed against him, moaned for him. It didn�t take long for them to start moving in time, for their breathing to start coming hard, for sweat to bead on their skin. He kept his arms around her, hard, pulling on and releasing her -- keeping her going strong.

And then he gave a groan she recognized: a precursor to his release. She bit her lip, keeping up her motions, even when it became apparent that he was trying to dislodge her. Not this time, she thought. This time, I want all of it.

�Tasha, I need -�

�I know,� she cut him off. She was close too, but she�d be damned if she were going to let that distract her.

Apparently, he gave up. No sooner had the words left her mouth than he thrust up, hard, and spilled into her. His arms were like iron around her, limiting her movement to shallow writhes. She could open her eyes long enough to see that his head was thrown back, his neck and jaw tensed, before the pleasure caught up with her.

And then she came to the sharp realization that he was spasming inside her, all the dots clicking into place. She�d never actually seen him orgasm before, but now she knew what it felt like.

It was so erotic, knowing exactly what was going on. Hell, it was a major turn on for her, hurtling her towards release faster than any thrusting could accomplish.

She cried out his name, gripping his vest with both hands, pressing her face to his chest. Her body shook with each wave that broke over her; she gave a gasp each time.

Later, as she was still floating but slowly coming back to earth, she heard him talk to himself.

�I�m going to need to start bringing condoms with me.� She snickered into his chest. Another moment passed before he added, �That is, if you�re going to keep this up.�

The words fell from her lips before she could think them, �You have no idea how hot that made me.�

He gave a laugh. �I have an idea,� he replied. He paused again. This time she didn�t mind; she was worn out. And then he said, �You didn�t mind. . ?�

A slow smile spread on her face, like a cat�s grin. �If it�s you? Never.�

His arms tightened around her. That was when she realized that the jacket had fallen a lot farther than she�d thought. It was barely hanging onto her elbows, sleeves bunched up, the neckline at her waist. It made her giggle.

�What are you laughing at?� he asked, voice quiet but curious.

�Your jacket,� she mumbled, then yawned. �You�re not tired?�

�You were doing all the work,� he pointed out. She laughed again. �But yes. We can�t sleep like this.�

She knew exactly what he was referring to. �I�ll bet we could.�

He chuckled, then said, �Tasha.� There was that warning tone again.

She pouted. That tone made her feel like a kid who just crossed a line. �Oh, fine. If you insist.� She pushed herself up to her knees, then fixed her pants.

Though he did the same, he still looked surprised. �You�re not going to. . .clean up?�

She wondered if he�d been planning that line. �What about you?� she countered.

He paused. �Tomorrow.�

�Then tomorrow,� she agreed.

The next morning found her curled up like a cat between his legs, using a thigh as a pillow. The coat was all but a blanket on her like this. She�d never felt so small before in her life. He was laying back, her pack being a pillow for him.

She tisked when she realized it was time to wake up. Especially because it was barely dawn; she hadn�t slept long. She didn�t want to move, worried she�d wake him before he�d had enough rest. But at the same time, she didn�t think she could stay still much longer.

She chose to stretch out and wait for him to get up. When he finally woke (two hours later, by her guess), she had a bright smile for him. He was squinting, which was a damn funny look for him. He smiled back, then looked left and right. She had to bite back a snicker when it clicked that he was looking for the sunglasses. Since they were within her reach, she handed them to him.

Within the hour, they were on track again, though Shino was having a lot of difficulty keeping his hands to himself. She didn�t mind all the contact, but she did wonder what spurned it on. A dream, perhaps? She made a mental note to ask him about it later.

They found a river (or rather, he led them to one) backed against a waterfall quickly. And she rolled her eyes, because all at once she knew he�d been planning on stopping here since last night. They went in -- she jumped -- with their clothes on, then tossed them on the bank to dry. Almost at once he was all over her, and she had the sense that this was the reason he�d been grabby all morning.

She didn�t resist him. Afterwards, as they dressed, she had never felt so clean after doing something so dirty in a public river. It made her stomach quiver. God, she was being naughty with him, but she was enjoying it so much.

�You know,� she started as they walked, �I never would�ve pegged you for the naughty type.�

�What?� he said, maybe a little too sharply.

�We did it in a river,� she pointed out.

�You weren�t protesting.�

�Of course not. I can�t resist you.�

�Then I don�t see the problem. It�s in a secluded place.�

�There could�ve been people around. What then?�

He had nothing to say to that. She wondered if he hadn�t thought up a contingency plan, or if he�d simply been too distracted to.

She nudged him. �Being with you is a new thrill every day. . .� she said, wistfully.

He still said nothing, so she glanced up at him. She could see little from here, even though he had the hood down right then. But it looked a lot like he was fighting down a blush. A blush that was winning, no less.

She stopped short, pulling on his arm. �Shino!�

�What?� He didn�t quite turn towards her.

�Are you blushing?�

�No.�

�Liar.� She pressed herself to him, standing on her toes so she could link her arms around his neck. �I embarrassed you.�

Though he had one arm around her, he looked away.

She grinned. �This is too much. Let me guess, huh? You�ve been losing your mind around me.�

�No.�

�Sure seems like it.�

�Tasha.�

�Okay, fine. In which case. . .you. . .lose control and then berate yourself for it?�

�Tasha!�

She was grating on his patience, she realized. She raised a brow. �What, am I wrong?�

�These things -- stop saying these things,� he bit out. His face was redder where she could see it.

�Not a chance. I�m loving this.� She tightened her arms, trying to pull him down to her. He was fighting her on it. �You want me. . .so. . .bad. . .�

He yanked down his collar and kissed her with furious passion. With that kind of kiss, it didn�t take long for her heart to race, for her legs to waver. Soon she was breathless.

The intended effect, no doubt.

�Yes,� he snarled, breath coming hard. �I want you. Every waking second. Fighting my urges for you is a battle I�m constantly losing!� He shook his head. �Is that what you want me to say?�

She gave him a wavering smile, still a little stunned from the kiss. �It is intoxicating to hear you say it,� she agreed. �By the way. . .I feel the same way for you.� She let go of him, giving her toes a rest. �We�re in this together.�

�I�m pretty sure I want you more than you want me,� he argued, though his voice was back under control.

She tossed him a smirk. �Look at the bright side. I�m not planning on leaving, so you probably have the rest of my life to make your argument.�

She hadn�t taken a step back on the road when his arms went around her, stopping her dead. The next thing she knew, he was kissing down the side of her neck, pulling a moan from her throat. She tilted her head to give him more area to cover.

�In which case,� he was saying between kisses, �I�m going to be expecting you to make rebuttals.�

She understood the analogy in less than a second. Thoughts crossed her mind of her feeling him up, discovering his body the same way he�d down to her. She imagined the taste of his skin, of his member. Her entire body gave a quiver.

When she spoke, the words were whispered. �As you wish.�

She felt him shiver. Then he lifted his head -- fighting for control, she figured. She was in the same fight, wanting nothing more than to reach behind her and touch him where she knew he would welcome it. . .

She wet her lips. �Let�s not repeat the mistake from before, huh?� She looked up at him. �I�d rather not return to Konoha with a limp.�

�It�d be gone by the time we get there,� he countered.

�Not if we keep up this pace.� She wasn�t referring to their walking pace, rather their lover pace.

He seemed to get the idea. �I�m sure we could restrain ourselves when we need to.�

She gave him a doubtful look. �Are you going to say that before every time?�

That one caught him. He turned his head, looking far off somewhere else. After a long moment, he sighed.

She felt bad for rejecting him, even if it was for the good of her lower half. She said, �Once a night I�m sure I could handle, no problem. But three, four?� She shook her head. �Too much.�

�Seventeen, eighteen?� he said to himself. He let go of her. �I suppose we�ll both have to work on self control.�

�Yeah,� she laughed. �We can�t be spending all day every day doing it.�

He groaned. She wondered what he was thinking about -- well, she knew the subject. She wanted to know the words, the exact scenarios. �I need a distraction,� he said, sounding defeated.

She thought for a second, trying to think up a way to help him there. Then she squinted, because the sun�s glare hit her in the eye. It brought up memories of earlier, of him looking for his sunglasses first thing when he woke. The dots connected.

�You wear those glasses because of your eye color,� she thought aloud.

�What?� It was amazing how often she surprised him by talking to him. �What do you mean?�

She pointed at her own eyes. �You know blue eyes are extra sensitive to sunlight, right?� He nodded. �It just occurred to me that silver eyes are probably the same.�

�Silver?� he echoed. �Normally we use the word �gray.��

�I like �silver� better.�

She had the feeling she�d made him smile, though she couldn�t see it. At that thought, she said, �We�re gonna lay some ground rules when we get back.�

His eyebrows rose; that she could see. �What kinds of rules?�

�One: when we�re alone together, I don�t care where, you take off the glasses, the hood, the collar, whatever. I get to see your whole face.� She was grinning.

He gave a laugh. �If that�s how it�s going to go. . . Two: you�re always to refer to me as �master.��

She laughed in delight. �Well, if we�re going to be ridiculous. Three: what I say goes, even if I contradict myself.�

�Four: you�re always to remain totally naked whenever you�re in my room.�

�Five: you move into my room,� she countered smartly.

�Six: you�re going to buy sexy underwear, and wear them every night.�

�Seven: you start shaving your toes.�

�What, toes?�

They were both feeling much better when they reached Konoha, like all of the problems they�d run into so far were insignificant. They had also reached rule forty-six, though neither of them could recall them all anymore.

. . .Until they walked through the gates and they both remembered exactly why she�d left in the first place.
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