Jeepers-Peepers

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Ino, Sakura, or any of their other sexy, sexy friends.

Spoilers: Not as many as you’d think

Thanks to all my reviewers for the first chapter! At the rate I'm going, I might just hit Chapter Three before 2010. :) Thanks for all your advice, and I hope I managed to implement some of it in this chapter.

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Ino’s eyes fluttered open. Two strong, tanned arms wrapped around her, and she could feel their owner’s body contouring to her own. The futon she lay on was well used. It had a comfortable, smooth feel, like an old shirt that had been worn until all the fabric’s rough edges had been worked away. The mattress must be as old as it’s owner.

Uzimaki Naruto’s arms gave a little under Ino’s touch, and the blond kunochi wiggled out from between them, causing the man under the blanket next to her to make low, almost hurt sounds at the broken contact. Ino stood and began to gather some of her clothes. She found her panties and bra easily, lying in a small heap with Naruto’s boxers. His bedroom was surprisingly clean, and Ino owned it up to Naruto’s penchant to sleep wherever he first lay down.

She turned back and looked at the blond man on the mattress, smiling slightly at the peaceful look on his face. 'He looks happy,' she though. It was nice.

The shinobi turned to the door and began the arduous task of finding the rest of her clothes. Unlike his bedroom, the rest of Naruto’s apartment was not very tidy. The living room was the worst, littered with scrolls that had been angrily discarded and weapons that had been casually tossed aside. She made her way into the kitchen, picking up the pair of shorts she’d worn in lieu of her normal garb. Unable to find the matching top, she picked up one of Naruto’s t-shirts that lay on the floor and pulled it over her head.

It smelled like Naruto. Not the hot, sticky smell of sweat, but the sharp, rigid scent of Naruto himself. The whole apartment smelled like him. She held the collar to her nose and breathed in sharply, catching scent of both her lover and a spicy under-scent.

'The oils…' she thought, grinning inwardly. 'Naruto must have worn this one when we left the springs a couple of days ago.'

The thought made her grin again. Two strait days of almost solid sex. It was draining, but well, well worth it. Naruto showed himself incredibly enduring, and Ino had no trouble taking advantage of that situation. Last night had been long and wonderful.

Walking around in a shirt several sizes too big for her, Ino began picking up around Naruto’s apartment. She wasn’t sure why she bothered. He was a terrific lover, but it was nothing serious. However, over the last few days, in between the sex, food, and sleep, she’d actually grown to know the loud-mouthed ninja a little better. She gradually coaxed information out him, his life since he was gone, his training.

She’d not been his first, as if that hadn’t been obvious. While he avoided the subject of how many she’d proceeded, he did mention that his first girl had been somewhere in the Air Country. She had caught his eye, and with a little coaxing from Jirya, he’d talked with her. One thing led to another and…

It was a one-night stand though. Ninja rarely have lasting relationships before they retire. It wasn’t a good idea, with the possibility of death constantly looming over them. Once while waiting for dessert at a restaurant, she’d gotten him to talk about the Sanin a little, and Ino laughed at some of the stories he’d told about Jirya and a barmaid who bore a striking resemblance to Tsunande. Apparently, he still held a little flame for the Sondaime, and any blond with long hair, big boobs, and a temper instantly attracted his notice. She’d giggled so long listening to him that the waiter asked them to keep it down for the sake of the other customers.

All this Ino thought about while she absentmindedly picked up Naruto’s things. She’d nearly cleaned the entire living room before she realized what she’d done and, feeling a little too housewifely for her own good, stopped.

Half-frowning at herself, Ino cantered back to the hallway, moving to the door adjacent to the bedroom, from which Naruto’s soft breathing could still be heard. Sighing, she opened the door to the bathroom, which she fully expected to be as messy as the rest of her lover’s apartment. The bathroom looked shockingly spotless, much like Naruto’s bedroom. Long missions away from home made for someone accustomed to bathing and taking care of “other necessities” outdoors. She found herself gigging at the thought of Naruto hiding in a bush somewhere in the neighborhood.

Pulling a towel out of a cabinet, Ino turned on the water. She pulled off the minimal clothes she'd been wearing and dropped them into the empty basket in the cabinet. The pressure was weaker than what she was used to, but the kunochi didn’t mind. Stepping into the gentle stream of gushing warmth, she washed away the sweat of a long night of sex. She grabbed a bottle of Naruto’s shampoo, coincidentally the same one Sakura used, and lathered her long hair vigorously. Standing under the water, washing the shampoo out of her hair, she grabbed a bar of soap and quickly lathered her arms, back, and chest. She was leaning down to get her legs too, when she heard a noise outside the bathroom.

She rinsed quickly as she heard feet make their way into the small room. No doubt, Naruto had woken up from the noise of the shower and was about to take a morning piss. Ino tried to finish quickly, for the sake of some modesty. She had just gotten the rest of the soap out of her hair when a head poked itself into the shower.

“Done already?” asked Naruto, with a lazy grin, “or can I join you?”

Ino almost protested as the taller ninja let himself into the shower. She was still vaguely annoyed with herself for cleaning up his apartment, and an encounter was not exactly what she wanted. She turned back into the water and let it begin to run down her again, planning on rinsing once more and then getting out.

She had a perfect view, then, of a calloused hand that reached past her and grabbed the bar of soap. Another hand reached around her left and pulled a rag from the small shelf in the front of the shower.

He was right behind her now, with his arms crossed in front of her, lathering up the piece of terrycloth. After soap had built up, he interlaced the soft fabric with his fingers and gently brought it down on her below her left breast.

“I’ve already washed, you know,” said Ino, tilting her head back onto his shoulder.

“Yeah. You smell familiar,” replied Naruto, beginning to move his hand up and down her left side, just barely on the side of her body, hardly touching with cloth of skin. “I’m going to lather up your legs now,” said Naruto. “Do you mind?”

Ino didn’t answer, and Naruto apparently took that as acquiescence. One long, strong arm lowered itself to her outer leg, gently caressing her with that soft, almost touch. He started out at the hip and worked his way down to the midway point, softly trailing his hand so that he circumvented her leg and arrived at her sensitive inner thigh. Slowly, Naruto moved his hand back up, causing Ino to get shivers as he passed close to her outer lips.

“Now, I’m going to lather up your other leg,” the ninja whispered in her ear.

He repeated the process, eliciting a similar reaction to the first one. This time he didn’t stop at her hip, but continued up her abdomen, stopping briefly to circle her belly button, which also gave Ino a slight chill for some reason. His hand gently trailed up her, smoothing a line between her breasts as he slowly approached her collarbone.

“Now, I’m going to wash your neck.”

The fingers continued up, working around her neck, making the kunochi breathe sharply inward. Slowly, he began kissing and nuzzling the other side, matching his gentle caresses with smooth, polite kisses and the occasional tap of a tongue to accent the actions. He continued to do this, moving from one side of her collar to the other. Accenting the transition with a puff of air to the nape of her neck, only barely felt through her long, blonde hair.

Slowly, he began to move his hand back down her chest again, once more stopping between her breasts for a moment.

“Now, I’m going to clean those beautiful tits of yours.”

She leaned her head back on his shoulder again as a second hand joined the first, exchanging soap and discarding the cloth. The calluses on his hands seem to disappear under the rich, heady lather, and Ino marveled at how smoothly and perfectly he seemed to know all her favorite places. He avoided her nipples at first, circling the outer portion of her breast. A dozen times he came close to touching her, but at each moment, he turned suddenly, causing Ino to shakily exhale her frustrations.

Slowly, simultaneously, he approached the sensitive buds mounting her gorgeous rack. Gingerly, he circled the outlying skin, drawing up her excitement; then, he carefully began to roll his finger around the nipple itself, allowing the almost touch to drive her insane.

‘Do it!’ Ino thought. ‘Please, just DO IT!’

Suddenly, she felt her nipples being squeezed, not as softly. The unexpected pressure toppled her over the edge, and Ino felt herself come, hard. She leaned back against the tanned shinobi breathing rapidly, allowing his wet body to support her.

“What, no thank you?”

She leaned off of the ninja and turned around, looking at Naruto intently with a sly grin on her face. She leaned forward and kissed him, hard, crashing her lips onto his in frenzy.

Suddenly, she dropped to the shower's floor in front of Naruto, resting herself on her knees in front of Naruto’s cock.

“Thank you,” she purred up at him, and took him into her mouth.

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Sakura had woken up early, despite herself. Years of delaying her own awakening for the sake of Kakashi's lateness were finally catching up to her.

Naruto and she were supposed to be training this morning. He was one of the few shinobi in the village who could take one of her punches, and afterwards, she also had time to practice some of her healing jutsu. When she arrived at the training grounds, though, he was no where to be seen, so somewhat annoyed, she dragged herself over to his neighborhood.

She clambered up the stairs to his apartment, still a little asleep, and opened the door at the top, strolling into a surprisingly clean apartment. The living room had been cleaned a little, and kunai and scrolls lay collected on a short table in the kitchen. 'Must be trying to impress someone...,' she thought, holding back a yawn.

The sound of water caught her attention, and she half grimaced as she walked back to Naruto's bathroom door. She stopped suddenly when she heard Naruto's voice on the other side making funny little noises, almost like he was almost humming. When she heard him gasp, she was sure she'd just caught him again.

'There's no way that you can live beside a teenage boy for that long without knowing what they sound like masturbating,' thought Sakura, grimacing to old memories of Naruto and smiling to happy ones of Sauske. She raised her hand and threw open the door.
“NARUTO! YOU'RE LATE! STOP JACKING OFF AND GET OUT HERE!”

The yelp that sounded from the shower was very unexpected, as was the sudden sound of clamoring and splashing that followed. Naruto's head appeared around the side of the curtain, one eyebrow twitching heavily and his face very flushed.

He almost looked angry, but when he spoke, he came off surprisingly calm.

“I'll meet you at the training grounds in fifteen minutes. I need to dry off. Please go.”

Every word delivered in deadpan, flat faced form, Naruto remained expressionless as Sakura shrugged, turned, and walked back down the hallway. As she walked out and closed the front door, she looked across the small deck to the railing along the side, noticing a purple top that looked very, very familiar.

Suddenly, her eyes grew wide, and she turned to look at the door to Naruto's apartment. 'Had he been...'

Sakura tried to stifle a laugh, but it slipped out anyway. She jumped from building to building, cackling the entire way.

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Ino was still on her knees in front of Naruto, and though her attentions were focused below the belt, she did not have sex on her mind.

“Oh God, oh God, I'm sorry,” she stammered. “She just surprised me, and I wasn't thinking, and oh God, does it hurt, are you OK., do we need to get you to the hospi-”

She fell quiet when Naruto suddenly held up his hand and looked sheepish as he pulled her up off the tub floor.

He leaned forward and put his forehead on her's. “I'm fine. You didn't even draw blood. And...well...I even like that sort of thing sometimes. Just...next time...lets plan it out ahead of time.”

Ino didn't smile until he did. Then she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him for a little bit before saying, “I guess we have a date then.”

He grinned a little lopsidedly rubbed her lower back as the water streamed down them both.

“Tonight?”

“Tonight.”

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Of course, I beg forgiveness of all the males in the crowd. My joke, your expense. Apologies. ;-)