Sweet Seduction

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Author's note: Let's try a little torrid kissing, guys.
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Chapter II: 10 am on the wharf

The wedding was held at a private island, across the main house, owned by the Hyuugas. At the island, the rehearsals went off smoothly until at the end, when Sasuke was the first to start down the aisle. He was to walk to the center, offer his arm to Ino, then walk with her out of the ceremony. Maybe he hadn’t heard what was said, but whatever his excuse, he walked to the center of the aisle, then started down alone, without Ino.

It was simply too much for her. “You know how Uchiha is,” she said. “He thinks he can partner himself.”

Everyone on the island burst into laughter, and Sasuke, turning, saw his mistake. With a great show of gallantry, he returned, bowed and offered his arm to Ino.

“Getting me back for all those things I said in the bedroom?” he said under his breath.

“Getting you back for all the things you did to me in bed,” she said, smiling wickedly. “I’ll have you know, I’ll get even someday.”

“Remind me that after I have you.”

“Thoroughly, right?”

“Exactly.”

“Hey, Sasuke! Ino!” Naruto, the delighted bridegroom, called to them. "We’re having lunch in the main house! Be ready within thirty minutes!”

“Sure,” Sasuke answered.

“How far is the main house from this island?” Ino asked suddenly.

“Ten kilometers. Takes fifteen minutes if you row a boat. Five if you’re as fast as me.”

“Tell you what. Let’s have a race. The one who wins will get to be in control of the other for…” she let her trailed off to let him finish.

“Thirty minutes,” Sasuke supplied.

Ino smirked. “Race you.” At that, she collected charka on her feet and ran to the lake.

Meanwhile, Sasuke snickered at her childishness. Although having her chained to the bedpost is a good consolation, he thought with a smile. Disregarding the total confusion etched on the other guest’s faces, he jogged to the finish line.

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She should have known he would win, that the race was a stupid gamble from the start. After all, his stamina seemed to be limitless, his speed blinding. Still it didn’t stopped her from running, ignoring the dampness of the end of her kimono.

When she reached his side, Sasuke was grinning.

“Well?” she asked in boredom.

Sasuke smirked, stooped and scooped; gripping her over her shoulders and behind her legs, he hoisted her to the wharf.

Ino gasped and clung wildly as he swung her to the wharf. He did not put her down. The wharf was a narrow walkway lining the wall of the boathouse; holding her before him, her toes clear of the planks, Sasuke turned, took one step---and pinned her against the wall.

Ino’s eyes flew wide. One look into his eyes revealed the danger. “Sas---!”

That was all she got to say before his lips sealed hers.

Seared hers.

He proceeded to set her alight.

Ino tried to hold aloof, tried to hold firm, tried to maintain some degree of control… and failed on all counts. His lips were commanding, demanding. Ruthlessly, he captured her awareness and held it, appalled, aghast, excruciatingly awakened---totally focused on their kiss. On the hot melding of their lips, the searing sweep of his tongue, the heavy weight of his chest, his hips, pressed against her softer flesh. The artful evocative temptation he pressed on her held her captive, unable to think, unable to act---able only to feel.

The thought of physically struggling never entered Ino’s head; hands gripping his upper arms, she tried to mentally pull back from the engagement, to regain some degree of equilibrium, only to discover her wits scattered, her senses reeling.

He immediately drew her back, into the maelstrom with more evocative kisses, with heat, and yet more heat, until she felt like fighting a losing battle against a wildfire of control. Flames licked greedily, now here, now there---she doused one outbreak, only to see another flare.

Then he caught her, and she bruned, kissing him back with the same heat, same passion, same wild and reckless urgency. The pressure of their lips, the wild tangle of their tongues, only heightened the physical need.

It was then that he finally set her down. Slid her down until her toes just touched the floor, his hard thigh parting, then wedging firmly between hers. She gasped; he drank the sound, then angled his head and deepened the kiss.

And closed both hands over her breasts.

She melted---there was no other way to describe the sensation, the pure wave of hot desire that flooded her, liquefied her bones, pounded through her veins and pooled deeply within her. His fingers firmed, kneaded, caressed---all too knowingly. She arched and offered herself up to them, to him beyond thought, beyond reason, totally engrossed in the passion that burned so hotly between them. Locking her fingers in his hair, she pressed herself against him and thought she heard him groan. Releasing her breasts, he swept hi hands down her oen boldly, over her hips, then closed both hands about her bottom and lifted her to him.

Ino couldn’t believe the compulsion that battered her, the sheer, driving needs to lift her long legs and wrap them about him. Her kimono defeated it, saved her from the too-revealing act, but knew it in her bones---and so did he.

And it was that which saved her; as Sasuke slowly eased back from their kiss, soothed and dampened the fires, doused their burning flames, she knew the truth. And any doubts she might have been inclined to develop were laid to rest when she opened her eyes---and stared into his eyes, darkened and burning. His lips, wicked things, kicked up at the ends; he bent his head and brushed them lightly across hers, swollen and aching in a final caress, then drew back and trapped her gaze.

“Forgot to do that this morning.” One dark eyebrow rose, tauntingly, teasingly. “Just so we know where we stand.”

The word reverberated through her; Ino managed not to gape. She knew precisely where she was standing at present: across his thigh.

With another wicked glance, he stepped back---he steadied her when her legs quaked. Sasuke smirked---the very essence of male wickedness---and held out his hand. “Much as I’d rather have you instead of a cold collation, I suspect we’d better go in.”

Ino sucked her breath and drew herself up, but didn’t take his hand. “Sure.”

She swung about and marched to the door, and continued to march up the slope of the house, all too aware of Sasuke prowling easily beside her.

He was dangerous. She felt it in the air, a premonition that set her nerves quivering. This wasn’t the youth she’d grown up with---the difference was significant. He was as ruthless as she in that respect; the thought made her quiver even more.

She didn’t have a clue what he thought, what he wanted, what he might do---to her, with her---next.

The house loomed before them. Ino tilted her head, squared her shoulders and refused to even glance at Sasuke. Sliding back into their old ways, their old relationship was no longer a viable option. She would have to act in the only way she could.

Avoid him---possibly forever.
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“Have you seen them Neji?” Tenten asked her teammate over her shoulder. He activated his Byakugan several minutes ago, blink for a couple of times, them stared at the faraway boathouse some more.

“Yes,” he replied slowly. “They seemed to be already in the main house.”

“Are they in perfect condition, dear rival of mine?” asked Lee.

“Yes,” he replied a little slower. “Though I think a little cold shower will help them.”

“Huh?” Tenten frowned at him.

“… Just mumbling out loud…”
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Let us try a little guessing game. Where do you think Sasuke will attack Ino again?

a) In the bathroom
b) In the library
c) In the public pool

To answer, just review.