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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

Seven Minutes

Keeping a distance from Shino was one of the most difficult things she�d done in her life so far. Knowing that her life was in danger from simply being near him, she kept her senses up for whenever someone was around. For the rest of the day and into the night, she spotted him a grand total of four times. And each time, she could swear he knew where she was before she knew where he was; if she didn�t know any better, she�d think he was waiting there if only to get a glimpse of her before they had to go separate ways once more.

If that was really it, then she knew how he felt. Her pulse jumped whenever he was there, regardless of which of her senses picked up his presence. The urge to run to him, to kiss and touch him wherever they were, was near impossible to resist. She wanted to spend another memorable night with him -- perhaps this time in his room, since she hadn�t been there before. She imagined it would be a room filled with his warmth and smell. . .

But she was getting ahead of herself. Before that could happen, even in the slightest, they had to solve this chakra bug problem. If it could be called a problem, with just one harmless bug being the culprit. It was really more of a miniscule inconvenience, really; she couldn�t even tell it was there. Well, maybe if she concentrated --

She shuddered at the thought, despite herself.

She wasn�t quite tired enough to sleep that night, so she spent most of her time laying in bed or thinking hard about the future. And the more she thought, the more frustrated she became.

Sure, her solution involved becoming more infected with Shino�s bugs, but for that to happen, she had to get him to agree to it. And for him to agree, she had to get within speaking distance. For someone who seemed to enjoy keeping an eye on her and letting her know he was, he kept disappearing after a few seconds.

If nothing else, it kept reminding her that she was a Genin by rank, while he was a Jounin.

She knew it, now: she had to at least talk to him. Keeping her hands and other assorted parts off him would be a bit of a struggle, especially if they spoke in private, but she needed his advice, at the very least. At around six in the morning, when all the early birds were awake, she left her room in search of him.

When she couldn�t find him, however, she decided to take a chance to see if he was around. She said, �Are you around, Shino?� Though she glanced about as she said this, she couldn�t see him immediately.

He was a lot closer than she thought, given he was right behind her when he answered, �You know we shouldn�t be close.�

She jumped at the first syllable, not expecting such proximity from him. At once she was annoyed with him startling her, disbelieving that he was so close when telling her they shouldn�t be, but most of all frustrated with herself for not noticing him there. He was less than a yard away; how could she not have sensed something?

The clear answer was the same from this morning: she was a Genin, he was a Jounin. Rather than argue this point or any other, she clenched her fists on the urge to grab him and spoke.

�I wanted to talk to you,� she told him.

�About what?�

�Take a guess.�

He paused. She hated it when he did that -- it was so hard to discern what he was thinking about. Hell, it was even hard to pick him out of a crowd, unless you knew what he was wearing.

�We can�t talk about it out here,� he began after a few moments. �Most of the clan don�t know anything, and father wants to keep it that way.�

When he didn�t make a move, she blew out a sigh. Like a child rehearsing an unwanted rule, she said, �And we can�t be alone together, anywhere, for obvious reasons.�

�Yes,� he answered, and for once, she heard disdain in his tone.

For a few long, tense moments, nothing was said, and neither of them made a move other than to glance at the surroundings. A duo of twittering elderly ladies strode by, offering hello�s and waves as they went.

She was watching the two go down the hall when a fast-paced series of events hit. At once she was aware of movement, undoubtedly out of her kunoichi training, along with the instinct to step back. She was halfway through the motion when she logic told her it was just Shino reaching for her, and though she had the thought that she didn�t have to go anywhere, she also didn�t have the time. Damn but he was fast, catching her wrist much quicker than her reflexes would have been able to avoid him, even at her top form.

At once her pride buckled, even as she found herself enjoying the feel of his hand on her. One day apart and she was missing him -- she sounded pathetic to herself even thinking it.

But he wasn�t just holding her wrist, he was pulling her. Like she wouldn�t have followed if he�d have asked her to come along? He just wanted an excuse to touch you, she told herself. Just like you want an excuse to climb on top of him and do this and that. . .

She shook her head to dispel those thoughts. It wasn�t going to do her any good, thinking about naughty things while she needed to talk seriously with him. In her mind, she chanted the phrase �serious talk� repeatedly, which actually helped whenever her mind started to wander. And man, did her mind love to wander. They hadn�t been walking but twenty seconds and she couldn�t keep a single train of thought!

He opened a door and pulled her inside after him, shutting and locking it with his free hand. As soon as that was done, she had little more than a second to discern that this was a bedroom before he turned towards her, captured her face, and then captured her lips.

There was no hesitation for her. She�d been missing him too bad to reject whatever he had to offer. She recognized the feel of his collar against her chin, almost bringing forth a laugh when she realized he had to pull it down in order to kiss her. She was only just lifting her hands to touch him when he went the other way, drawing back both hands and mouth by stepping back.

It was a chaste kiss, she knew, but she still felt like she�d had a year�s worth of sensations from it. She licked her lips, still surprised by the sudden kiss (and a little bit reeling from it) but in no way ungrateful.

She offered him a crooked smile while trying to slow her racing heart. � �Hello� to you, too,� she said.

He made a sound like he�d cleared his throat. She didn�t think he was too proud of himself right then, knowing him just well enough to know he�d steeled himself to resisting any such urges, yet he�d given in nonetheless. Heck, she was going through the same thing, mentally listing the reasons why jumping him here and now wouldn�t be such a bad thing.

�Sorry,� he replied after another moment. �I wasn�t planning. . .� He shrugged.

She could have died. Was he flustered? Surely she wasn�t having such an effect on him, was she?

On the other hand, if it weren�t for the distraction he was offering her just by being a bit on the antsy side, she would probably be all over him by now. But that wasn�t why she was here. Which reminded her. . .

She glanced around. In plain sight was a bed, closet door, desk, and a dozen shelves covered in plastic cages of every size. In fact, most everything had at least one cage on it, each one containing leaves and branches and sand and dirt. Was this his room, tidy as far as personal items go, yet overflowing with little cages?

Before she could ask, he cut in. �This is my bedroom,� he told her. �It�s a little messy right now. . .� He trailed off again.

At the nervous pang in his tone, she realized he must have been worried about this. But how could he possibly see a messy room out of -- what, three magazines, a book and a jacket? She gave a laugh. �Have you not seen mine?� she asked, referring to her room.

He laughed too, in the midst of picking up a magazine from his bed. �You don�t have much,� he returned.

�And it�s still all over the floor,� she countered. Damn but she wanted to pounce on him; watching him move only reminded her how he could move. Close to losing her train of thought, she went on, �I�m horrible at putting my clothes where they belong. If it�s not in a pack, it�s on the floor or on a chair.�

She wondered then, noticing that he aligned the magazines on the desk rather than tossing them, if he was trying to impress her, or if he was worried she was scrutinizing him. �You�re just used to being on the road,� he replied.

Which was true, she gave him that. �You have me there. This is. . .� She paused, gesturing the room. �Well, honestly, it�s a bit on the nature side, but it�s still a lot tidier than my room ever was.� Distracted by the fluttering in one of the cages, she looked closer, noting that a moth inhabited it. Now curious about it, she asked, �Do all of these cages hold bugs?�

�Some are empty,� he answered, coming closer but still keeping a distance, �but yes. I try to catch the rarer types a lot, but I only keep them a little while. I let them all go eventually.�

�Temporary housing?� she teased, eyes going from cage to cage. As she saw a butterfly, she stopped to marvel at it. Blues and greens made up the wings of this one, with black on the tips and some yellow highlights throughout. It was fluttering around pretty hard in there, making it difficult to get a good look. Intrigued, she pressed a finger to the cage, saying, �Calm down, would you?�

It did so after a moment, pausing on a branch to flex its wings. Though Tasha thought nothing of it, it seemed to get Shino�s interest right off the bat. He came closer (which alone did wonders for her heart rate) and asked, �What did you do, just now?�

�What, touch the cage?� she replied, looking up at him. He�d pushed off his hood and taken off his glasses, she saw. But his eyes weren�t so much trained on her as they were going between her and the butterfly.

�The butterfly obeyed you,� he told her.

She raised her brows. �Did it, now? Are you sure that�s not wishful thinking?�

�Take your hand away,� he suggested.

With a shrug, she did. After a few seconds, it batted its wings, flew around the cage once and landed on a wall. When she looked back up at him, her eyes said, Well?

He was as difficult to read as ever. The most she could discern was that he hadn�t come to a concrete decision. He did, however, back away when they started staring too hard at each other. Then he said, �You wanted to talk to me?�

Damn. She was having fun until now. �Yes, I did.�

�About the bug.�

�About the bug,� she agreed, though her tone was more weary than his.

He gestured the bed, moving to sit at the foot. She waited another moment, a little bit tense, before moving to sit at the head, leaving plenty of space between them.

She began, �What do you think about me training to control the bugs, too?�

His response was so immediate, it was like he knew what she was going to say. �You already know what I think. You can�t take that chance, not when your life is at stake.�

�What confidence you have in me,� she retorted a little too sharply. Somehow, she knew he was going to say that.

�Don�t you think my father already thought of this, that I already thought of this?� he shot back. �Even if you�re willing to risk your life, I�m not.�

It was like they already had this conversation. �I don�t need your consent to risk my life,� she reminded him.

�You do when it involves my insects,� he snapped.

�That doesn�t seem to be a problem for them,� she blurted.

He straightened his back, apparently caught there. Then he said, �They�re meant to listen and obey, not to choose.�

�One of them did,� she pointed out.

�You won�t win me over on this,� he told her, more firmly than before. She considered it a small victory that he had to change the subject.

She took a deep breath. �Fine,� she sighed. �If I can�t train with the bugs, then we have to go about this a different way.�

�What do you suggest?�

�Finding out why it wanted me in the first place,� she offered. �It obviously has to do with chakra.�

�I�ve thought about that,� he admitted. �But I�m not coming up with good reasons.�

�Me too, and me neither,� she agreed. �Which is why I think we have a better chance of figuring this out by talking with each other.�

�You already know everything,� he replied. �We made sure to tell you everything you need to know.�

�Sounds to me like you�re still protecting some secrets,� she said, leaning on one arm. Looking him in the eye like this was a bit hard -- it seemed so weird to see his eyes, even now.

When he didn�t answer right away, she knew she�d hit the nail on the head. Still, she waited silently, until he said, �Some things are sworn to secrecy.�

Well, that wasn�t going to help anything. Disappointed but understanding, she sat back, tossing a glance in another direction and finding his digital clock displaying the time at six-oh-seven. After a moment of thought, she made another suggestion. �My last idea about this involves chakra. Specifically, letting it loose and seeing what happens.�

�With each other,� he pointed out.

�You thought of it too?�

�It�s a bad idea,� he told her. What was interesting is that neither his tone nor his expression agreed with his words. His eyes alone were stuck to her, much like her own were on him.

�Maybe,� she murmured, growing sick of this tense air between them. She asked, �Know what�s a worse idea?�

The change in him was just as subtle as it was loud. His eyes widened then narrowed in surprise and understanding, he sat up straighter, and his expression went from one of barely-veiled desire to intense longing. It was all the consent she needed, really.

Her heart was already going a mile a minute by the time she moved. She noticed he lifted his hands when she made to come closer, though whether it was to accept or reject her, she didn�t know. What she did know was that this encounter wasn�t going to end until she was damn good and ready. She�d spent more than enough time battling her desire for him as it was; she wasn�t going to hold back on this. In one graceful motion, she was straddling him, without even a hint of shame.

She pulled down his collar to kiss him, her hands resting on his neck to keep the obstructing garment out of the way. When he kissed her back, his own hands holding her against him, it was with a fierceness she craved. She felt such sweet relief to feel his lips again, it was like a reward for all of her time spent in self-control. And after that first press of his mouth, there was no more control to be had.

Together, almost working with one mind, they deepened the kiss, sensuous tongues exploring as they pleased. But it wasn�t enough for her -- not yet. Becoming the bold, wanton one, she let her hands feel him, undoing any pesky zippers she found along the way. As though spurred by her own motions, he did the same, his hands finding her hips and back and thighs.

He must have some control remaining, she realized, to be avoiding so many of her places he knew were sensitive to her. She had no such mercy, allowing her hands to trace any muscles she found once his jacket and vest were open to her. As she continued this, she came to understand that she was sweetly torturing him, if his little groans were any indication. Each sound he made only served to make her want him more, and she had to wonder if that was his own way of torturing her in return.

She was making noises, too, of course; moans and gasps and the occasional rushed whisper that she herself couldn�t understand. The temperature around them must have increased, or perhaps inside them. To top it off, she was shaking, wanting so badly to tear away all restraints from the both of them and take him inside her again. Once hadn�t been nearly enough, and she knew a second or third wouldn�t satisfy her for long.

She loved him, wanted him, desired him, and more than that, she had him. It was an intense feeling she couldn�t have described, not if she�d had eternity to piece together the words. And what rocked her world more than anything else wasn�t just that she knew this, but that she knew he had the same desire -- and hopefully more -- for her.

That was when the fear set in.

She knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that he wanted her, perhaps even ached to posses her. Such knowledge made her giddy and pleased her in ways she didn�t fully understand, but it didn�t override a question, a simple question, in the front of her mind: Did he love her?

That was what she didn�t know, what she hadn�t thought to ask. Yes, he wanted her, here and now, but would he want her in a week or a month or a year? She would continue to want him and love him forever if such a feat was possible. . .but it would only crush her to find he wouldn�t.

She tried to reason with herself -- touching his cheek, lightly -- that he couldn�t possibly care nothing for her, if he were so worried about this entire bug situation. And it was then that everything seemed to click into place. At once she felt, specifically in her thumb on his cheek, an inexplicable knowledge that somehow, someway, she was absorbing foreign chakra.

When all the pieces fell into place, she came to the realization that the insect hadn�t come to her because she tasted yummy (though she wouldn�t go so far as to say it didn�t play a part in the decision-making), but that it had felt Shino�s chakra in her and thought, logically, that she was its master.

It was all because of that damned jewel.

She snapped her head to the side in an attempt to stop herself from further devouring him, trying to focus on whatever was within sight. The clock said it was six-fourteen now. Seven minutes had gone by.

Shino hardly slowed down, she found. He simply went from kissing her mouth to kissing her neck, which was its own sinful pleasure. Another moan escaped her lips, enjoying every little thing he did to her. She needed to tell him what she�d just figured out, but if she did. . .

It was due to the proximity. And it made perfect sense. She�d never been close to a person like this before, sharing air for an hour or more at a time. If she told him the proximity was the cause, he would stop. In all likeliness, he would rage or groan or curse the gods. But the fact remained: he would stop.

Tears reached her eyes now, and she bit her lip on a pain fluttering in her heart. She couldn�t be near him because her jewel absorbed his chakra, too. His chakra drew his bugs. The entire thing was out of control. And she couldn�t see a solution -- no way to be close to him without the risk.

The risk of her life. She was gambling even now, a fatal gamble that would undoubtedly kill her. If not this time, then the next or the one after. Shino, the one she loved and desired so much, was the single worst lover she could ever have chosen.

But, hell, if she had to give him up to save her own life, she would do it after lovemaking. The first had been exquisite; she wanted the second to be even better.

In a quick move, Shino lifted her. She barely had enough time to notice the change before she�d been slammed down on the bed -- if �slammed� could be applied here, on a mattress. He had a hold of her wrists in a second.

And he said, �You shouldn�t tempt me.�

Words fell from her mouth without thought. �It�s not like I�m tempting without promising to deliver.�

He caught him breath. �Shouldn�t,� he repeated. Then, with his face in her neck, he went on, �Shouldn�t, but I�ll be damned if I don�t have you again.�

She turned her head to the side, saw the clock again. It made her think that her time with him was limited. Seven minutes had ended their relationship, even if he didn�t know it yet. At the very least, she was going to devote the rest of the hour to him, to whatever he wanted of her. She�d worry about the repercussions later.

Jewels and chakra and bugs be damned.
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