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Log, Ongoing
When; September 28th, afternoon to evening
Rating; R to NC-17 for InoShikaChou goodness
Characters; Yamanaka Ino![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lovelyyamanaka, Akimichi Chouji heavierthanlife, and Nara Shikamaru lazy_kage_mane
Summary; With Ino and Shikamaru underneath the 'No-Inhibitions' Curse, what is the only sane member of their team to do? Chouji is drug into the empty apartment next door for an impromptu 'talk' with Ino...
Log;
It had already been a strange day, in Ino's opinion, and actually finding it to actually be stranger than the normal caliber of freakishness normally in this place was saying something. Ino fidgeted, wrung her hands, paced, and even took a cold shower, but nothing would shake the feeling she had inside.
There was something about today.
And as she looked at the boy, who she had unceremoniously drug into apartment next door because for some odd reason Hinata wouldn't leave (she was currently holed up underneath the sink with the cleaners--Ino wondered faintly if she would be alright in there, huffing the fumes--swearing she would not come out.) Ino couldn't help but blush. She found her eyes once again focusing down to the small tattooed swirls upon his cheeks, a point that had become somewhat of a habitual focusing point for her gaze. She had studied them with her eyes, and mapped them with her hands, but a new thought had slid into her mind today, one that she had never pondered before.
I wonder how they taste...
The little spirals sat upon his cheeks, just a bit above his dimples, which only showed when he smiled wider than they thought could be humanly possible, or laughed heartily, showing true happiness. Ino warmly smiled as she remembered leaning against his shoulders after missions, and bringing her face next to his, for a tiny kiss upon the spiral--nothing open-mouthed or spectacular, just a small peck for a job well done, and for being a good friend. His dimples and cheeks always had the faint smell of barbeque chips, and sunny days--of a chubby boy, living life to the best of his ability, along the side of his friends. Ino had always thought of it in a platonic manner--an innocent display, innocent feelings, for innocent times. Though as shinobi, their times had never been truly innocent; but, leaning against Chouji, in the sunlight of those days, lazily watching the clouds with Shikamaru or eating roasted sweet almonds with Asuma in the fall, had always coated the horrors of their missions with something that almost resembled innocence. Ino continued to stare at the red coils, lost in her memories.
Faintly, she felt her heart begin to race. Dazedly, she recognized herself walking over to the Akimichi, all the memories being rewritten and replaced with that one single phrase.
I wonder how they taste...
Abruptly, Ino bent down, her long, almost platinum blonde hair drizzling over her shoulder, like a river of golden vanilla cream. Placing her face near his, she giggled slightly, as her tongue slid curiously from her mouth, tracing the edge of the little red spiral with a gentle, warm touch. Memories exploded from each salty lick of his skin; the seasons, the comfortable days of summer, the battles, the times they had all shared. Everything was here, written upon his cheeks. Ino found herself moving from just tracing the clan marking, toward the center of the boy's visage. Her tongue once again began its outline, but this time, it was on something just as red, but much warmer, and more sensitive. After tracing the silk-trimmed lines, Ino pressed her tongue between them, traversing the insides of her teammates' mouth. A small, amusing thought popped into her head as she did this..
It tastes like potato chips.
Rating; R to NC-17 for InoShikaChou goodness
Characters; Yamanaka Ino
lovelyyamanaka, Akimichi Chouji heavierthanlife, and Nara Shikamaru lazy_kage_maneSummary; With Ino and Shikamaru underneath the 'No-Inhibitions' Curse, what is the only sane member of their team to do? Chouji is drug into the empty apartment next door for an impromptu 'talk' with Ino...
Log;
It had already been a strange day, in Ino's opinion, and actually finding it to actually be stranger than the normal caliber of freakishness normally in this place was saying something. Ino fidgeted, wrung her hands, paced, and even took a cold shower, but nothing would shake the feeling she had inside.
There was something about today.
And as she looked at the boy, who she had unceremoniously drug into apartment next door because for some odd reason Hinata wouldn't leave (she was currently holed up underneath the sink with the cleaners--Ino wondered faintly if she would be alright in there, huffing the fumes--swearing she would not come out.) Ino couldn't help but blush. She found her eyes once again focusing down to the small tattooed swirls upon his cheeks, a point that had become somewhat of a habitual focusing point for her gaze. She had studied them with her eyes, and mapped them with her hands, but a new thought had slid into her mind today, one that she had never pondered before.
I wonder how they taste...
The little spirals sat upon his cheeks, just a bit above his dimples, which only showed when he smiled wider than they thought could be humanly possible, or laughed heartily, showing true happiness. Ino warmly smiled as she remembered leaning against his shoulders after missions, and bringing her face next to his, for a tiny kiss upon the spiral--nothing open-mouthed or spectacular, just a small peck for a job well done, and for being a good friend. His dimples and cheeks always had the faint smell of barbeque chips, and sunny days--of a chubby boy, living life to the best of his ability, along the side of his friends. Ino had always thought of it in a platonic manner--an innocent display, innocent feelings, for innocent times. Though as shinobi, their times had never been truly innocent; but, leaning against Chouji, in the sunlight of those days, lazily watching the clouds with Shikamaru or eating roasted sweet almonds with Asuma in the fall, had always coated the horrors of their missions with something that almost resembled innocence. Ino continued to stare at the red coils, lost in her memories.
Faintly, she felt her heart begin to race. Dazedly, she recognized herself walking over to the Akimichi, all the memories being rewritten and replaced with that one single phrase.
I wonder how they taste...
Abruptly, Ino bent down, her long, almost platinum blonde hair drizzling over her shoulder, like a river of golden vanilla cream. Placing her face near his, she giggled slightly, as her tongue slid curiously from her mouth, tracing the edge of the little red spiral with a gentle, warm touch. Memories exploded from each salty lick of his skin; the seasons, the comfortable days of summer, the battles, the times they had all shared. Everything was here, written upon his cheeks. Ino found herself moving from just tracing the clan marking, toward the center of the boy's visage. Her tongue once again began its outline, but this time, it was on something just as red, but much warmer, and more sensitive. After tracing the silk-trimmed lines, Ino pressed her tongue between them, traversing the insides of her teammates' mouth. A small, amusing thought popped into her head as she did this..
It tastes like potato chips.
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Earlier, Chouji had been enjoying a conversation with the holed-up Hinata, talking about what had happened the night before on her rescue mission. Then Ino came in. He remembered Ino asking Hinata if she'd leave for a while, but Hinata refused (for whatever reason... she's usually so compliant...). Ino, though, didn't like that answer, grabbed him by the sleeve, and dragged him promptly to the vacant apartment next door.
And now here they were.
He could smell, no, taste her breath on his nose, and it wasn't bad. No, not at all. Kind of sweet, with a hint of spice... cinammon. He didn't mind at all... or at least, he tried not to, as he squirmed a bit.
These were similar to those kisses she used to give him after a mission, after all. But something was different... very different about it. But as soon as he felt he should speak up, her tongue slid gently between his lips, silencing him as he raised a hand slightly.
Tastes like candy...
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Tastes like the forbidden fruit, something beautiful, not meant to be known..
Ino sucked in a breath, as she unsnaked her tongue from Chouji's, retracting it from his mouth back into her own. Her pale blue eyes caught his onyx ones, glittering in the light with a curious uncertainty. Ino's gaze heated, becoming gentle, but dark and voracious all at the same time. She didn't know what the hell was causing her to do this, but at the time, it felt good. It felt right, more right than anything she had done before.
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Sort of.
As her tongue slid against his, the hand Chouji had thought to raise in objection fell to Ino's side, and rested there as she pressed her chest against his, both of their hearts beating faster than before.
It was all new to him, no doubt. But it felt natural, as the kiss gently broke, a free hand cupping Ino's warm red cheek.
"Ino-chan," Chouji whispered, his eyes lost in hers, "what are you doing...?" He was careful with his words, intoning them with a slight playfulness that was not something new to the Akimichi. He smiled gently, still holding her cheek in one hand, her hip in the other.
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With these words spoken, one hand began to traverse down the back of Chouji's head, meeting with the other, and the two began a walk over Chouji's shoulders, and down onto his chest. Quickly, his armor was beginning to be unfastened, Ino's hands working in a fastidious manner. As soon as she felt it give, she tossed it to the floor, leaving the boy in nothing but his bodysuit and arm guards.
Once more, her hands began their journey. Her fingertips playfully drew a transparent picture of sensation all their own, stopping in errant places along the Akimichi's belly, and starting again just as randomly. When they reached the bottom of his stomach, they flitted around over his sides, to his back. Finding something cold and metal in the midst of the stretchy cloth, now warm due to Chouji's body heat, was a strange, but welcome surprise. Ino's fingers skipped up the metal strip, finding the end of it, and latching around it, beginning to bring it down..
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Troublesome...Where the hell are Ino and Chouji anyway?
The dark-haired strategist wasn't really sure WHY he cared so much where his team-mates were. After all, they were shinobi, like he was. Perfectly capable of taking care of themselves, and certainly of sound enough mind to wander wherever they wanted to. But for whatever reason, the fact that he couldn't find them was currently extremely irritating to him. The only thing that was MORE troublesome was that nagging feeling that he couldn't shake, the one that made him question WHAT he planned to do when he found them.
What the hell DO I want to do with them? It's not like I have anything in particular to talk to them about, do I? Besides..
He glanced down at the bag in his hand with a scowl.
Whatever it is, WHY did I feel the need to bring BBQ sauce, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce? If I was just looking for Ino, maybe I could think of a few uses...
He sighed as he stopped in front of the apartment door. Pausing, he glanced sideways at the other door. It was abandoned, he knew that. He also knew that he and his team had spoken about moving in there.
Well, it can't hurt to look at the apartment, I suppose.
He reached for the door, frowning a bit when he found he didn't need to use shadows to dismantle the locking mechanism.
Unlocked?