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No Complaints [NaruIno]
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A/N: for class=SpellE>yira_heerai who wanted NaruIno,
undercover stuff, and hot tubs (this is close.) They’re about 16 here.
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He’s not complaining, not when they’re sitting with their
feet in the onsen and Ino’s
body pressed up against his, a towel being the only thing separating them. He
doesn’t complain when she whispers mission related stuff into his ear as her
hands roam over his torso. Hell, she might as well be whispering erotica into
his ear; it’s having the same effect on him.
He is a little despaired about the tell-tale tingling in his
groin, though. How’s he supposed to carry out their task with a hard-on tenting
his towel? At least he has a towel,
he thinks in mild consolation.
Their mission is simple enough: switch a scroll to be
delivered to a bordering territory daimyo with the one in their possession.
It’s something any chuunin could pull off with their
eyes closed.
“The target should be here any minute,” Ino
whispers in his ear, and Naruto fidgets slightly,
trying not to shiver. “This is probably the only time we’ll find him alone, so class=GramE>don’t screw this up,” she warns.
Unfortunately, even her harsh tone isn’t enough to kill the
happy thoughts running through his head right then as a breast presses against
his arm. He takes a deep breath and tries to remember the old pervert’s lessons
on being cool. Then he remembers Jiraiya was never
‘cool.’ Aw, fuck, he’s screwed.
The plan – Ino’s plan, he amends – isn’t a problem per se, but it’s not
ideal either. Okay, so maybe it’s fucking awesome, and he’s just a tiny bit
sore his plan of pouncing with 50 clones while Ino
switched the scroll was shot down unceremoniously. And maybe he’s just a tiny
bit uncomfortable with intrigue. So what?
And the fact that Ino’s going
about this like being naked with him in the onsen is
simply business as usual isn’t really helping either. He can’t be the only one
getting a little… bothered by this,
can he? Naruto resists the urge to pout at the
thought and decides, instead, to do something about it.
He slips an arm around her waist, pulls her halfway onto his
lap, and presses his lips against hers in a kiss that’s not really fake
considering the circumstances and all. She’s tense against him for a moment
before following his lead. She’s not as enthusiastic as he’d prefer, but he has
time to work on that. He thinks so anyway. When did she say the target would be
here again?
When she pulls away moments later, her expression isn’t one
of shock, but the arched eyebrow gets her point across just fine, he thinks.
Naruto grins and leans forward to
whisper into her ear, “If we’re supposed to be a couple sneaking off for a
quickie, we have to play the part, right?”
Ino pinches his side. “You’re
enjoying this way too much.” She sounds
annoyed, but the way the corner of her mouth curls up just slightly tells him
everything he needs to know.
He can’t help but grin in triumph against her neck as he
replies, “You better believe it.”
She huffs quietly, but then her hands are in his hair,
pulling him out of the crook of her neck initiating a kiss of her own. He
doesn’t complain when Ino shuffles herself so that
she’s straddling his thighs so that his
towel is the only thing separating her from his quickly growing erection. He
does whimper just a little, though.
He’s certainly not going to complain when his hands somehow
find their way to her ass, because that’s nice.
The little squeak that comes from her throat as he pulls their hips together is
more than nice; it’s intoxicating. He does it again and exhales shakily when
she grinds back against him.
Ino suddenly breaks the kiss and
mumbles against his lips, “You pull this off and maybe we’ll pick this back up
later.”
Naruto looks at her curiously and
tries to wrap his brain around what she just said, but it isn’t until the door
slides open to reveal their target a moment later that he curses loudly and
remembers the assignment.
And as the full implication of Ino’s
offer slowly sinks in, Naruto’s grip on her tightens
as he decides this mission will be completed without fail no matter what. Even
if he has to deliver the forged scroll himself!