Every You

Author’s Note: This fic is a Christmas gift for the lovely Nayla, who shares a number of my theories. Thanks for the chats, sweetie!

Pairing: Naruto/Ino

Warnings: crack!pairing,

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, and I’m not making any money on this.

Every You

Ino was only too aware of Naruto’s hand on her back while he unlocked the door to his apartment--his fingers resting tentatively on her hip, his thumb rubbing small circles near her spine. Her throat tightened and she had to fight down a nervous laugh. He’d seemed so confident sometimes tonight, like he’d done this a million times before. As though it were as natural to him throwing a punch or dodging a kunai. It was patently ridiculous.

She had to remind herself that this was her idea when the door swung open. She swallowed hard, still holding in that urge to giggle. This was her idea, and she would see it through. She wanted to.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

The light pressure of Naruto’s hand on her back reminded Ino to walk through the door.

She did giggle then, just a little and quickly stifled.

The apartment was small. Livingroom and kitchen crammed together, bathroom and bedroom opening straight into them. There was a couch that looked like it had seen better days, and an ugly pea green stove that clashed with the sky blue refrigerator. A single window granted an unremarkable view of some power lines, and beyond that, the Third Hokage’s chin.

“You alright?” Naruto asked. Ino realized she was fidgeting and forced her hands to her sides.

“Fine,” she said brightly, then wondered if she should have tried to be more sultry. She smiled and valiantly didn’t laugh again. “Can I use your bathroom real quick?”

Naruto nodded and pointed toward the door. He didn’t look nervous. This would be a damn sight easier if he were nervous.

“I’ll only be a moment,” she assured him, slipping away. Her back tingled where his hand had been; the butterflies swooped and battered their wings.

Once in the bathroom, she closed the door behind her solidly, put down the lid on the toilet, and sat on it with a frustrated sigh. After a second’s consideration, she turned on the tap so he couldn’t hear her. Then she raked her nails through her hair, giving it a tug. She’d left it down, and wished she hadn’t. She was used to it up. She liked it up. It looked better pulled out of her face instead of flying every which way, but down had seemed more romantic this afternoon when she was getting ready.

This whole mess had seemed like a good idea then. True, Naruto was nothing like Sasuke, but that was part of the point. If he were like Sasuke, she’d have been nervous. She’d have worried that she wasn’t good enough, or that she was moving too fast, or that she was making the wrong impression. With someone like Sasuke, those things would have mattered. With Naruto, they didn’t. So what if he thought she was bold, or if she wasn’t as good at this as maybe other girls were because--hell--it was her first time? With Naruto, she hadn’t thought she’d feel the need to impress anyone.

Her parents hated him. He knew it, and she knew it, and they both knew that they weren’t a forever thing. They weren’t necessarily even a tomorrow thing.

That was the point.

Ino sighed in exasperation. So why was she so anxious now?

This was still Naruto. Even if he’d grown up a bit, and wasn’t quite the loser he’d been once, it was still just Naruto.

“Get a hold of yourself,” she scolded aloud. “If you’re going to do this, then do it, and quit being such a baby. You’re a ninja! Compared to that, this isn’t scary at all.”

It sounded good when she said it aloud.

She was a ninja. How did spending the night with Naruto compare to that? She wasn’t risking her life, or worrying about anyone else’s. There was nothing on the line here but her pride. And this was Naruto.

Taking a deep breath calmed her a little. Her hands didn’t threaten to shake anymore. The fluttering in her stomach died down to a buzz like warm bees. She stood up decisively and looked in the mirror. She was pretty: tall and slender, with long arms and legs, and a flat stomach. Her breasts weren’t much, but they were there, and she liked the shape of them. Her hips were just wide enough to be feminine. She’d always thought she had a pretty face, small, straight nose, large eyes, fair skin. Even down, her hair was straight, and if not as vivid as Naruto’s, it was certainly more elegant. Light, blue grey shadow drew attention to her eyes, and unlike some people, she knew how to apply it.

So what, Ino asked herself as she started straight into her own eyes, was she so worried about?

The worst that could happen, the absolute worst, was that it wouldn’t be good. And if it wasn’t, it was just Naruto. The next time would be better, or the time after that, and if it wasn’t, then she could take care of herself.

Nodding, she washed her hands and turned off the water. She cracked her knuckles, inhaled deeply, ready. This is was it, she told herself firmly. This was what she wanted, and Ino got what she wanted.

She was in control here.

Opening the door, Ino gave herself one last mental shake, and then stepped out of the bathroom.

Naruto was on the couch, but he stood up like there was an explosive note under his ass when Ino reappeared. It bolstered her confidence that he was waiting for her, that his blue gaze fixed on her so strongly she could almost feel it in the air like an electric current. His face, always ruddy, seemed more flushed than normal. The smile that narrowed his eyes and showed off his teeth was very genuine. There wasn’t the tug she felt from Sasuke. That look didn’t go straight to the pit of her stomach like Sasuke’s did.

He was only the same height as she was, or maybe a little shorter. There was something vaguely disappointing about that.

But he was broad shouldered and solid without being heavy, and his hands were capable. His mouth was more generous than Sasuke’s, darker, and not too full.

Naruto was a good choice, she affirmed.

Then she crossed the room and kissed him.

The kiss wasn’t, perhaps, as much as she intended when she decided to do it. She might have moved slower than she meant to. Her lips were less firm than she’d thought they would be. She opened her mouth a little, let her breath waft over his face while she paused. His arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer. She felt the warmth coming from his body, the warmth of his breath on her lips, the muscle hiding under his baggy clothes somehow more real when she could feel it. Her breasts flatted between them, almost like an uncomfortable afterthought.

Naruto was definitely shorter than her. The tip of his nose was a good half inch below hers. He had to look up to her when they stood this close. It wasn’t a drastic difference. His normally maniac-small pupils expanded as she touched their lips again. She tugged one of his lips between both of hers. His mouth opened. His tongue snuck out, swiping at her teeth. She tested where it touched.

She thought she tasted something strange there. It was flat, almost metallic, almost bitter, but not in a bad way. She’d kissed Shikamaru before, and a boy named Ryuza who worked for the swordsmith. When they were young, she’d kissed Sakura once. She didn’t think any of them had tasted quite like this. His lips were dry, but not chapped, and growing more insistent.

Working some saliva into her mouth suddenly dry mouth, she wet his lips with her tongue.

He groaned, or maybe growled, and she smiled into the kiss. She wanted to laugh again, but not the same nervous titter as before. Their noses bumped, and he rubbed them together playfully, smiling back.

He kissed her nose. He had to lean up to do it. Ino giggled.

Suddenly, he kissed her throat; big hands flattened against the small of her back, and his body was touching hers from knees to neck, and it wasn’t quite so funny. She wound her arms around his shoulders. Fingers dug into a strong back. His jacket crinkled and the sound was louder than it should have been, but not as loud as the sound of his mouth just under her ear. He drew a wet line across her collar bone, tongue on skin, and when he moved to nuzzle her hair, that spot felt cold and hot at the same time.

Ino shuddered as his breath prickled the spot behind her ear. His thumb hooked under the strap on her top. The pad was rough with calluses. Not that much rougher than her own hands, she thought a little sadly, even though she’d tried to keep hers soft.

Naruto pressed his cheek against her chest, just above the swell of one breast, and she heard him breathe her in, remembered the perfume she’d put on before meeting him. Jasmine.

Swallowing hard, Ino drew back. She kissed Naruto’s cheek again while she did, and while he blinked at her in confusion. She smiled, and hoped it was twice as self-assured as she felt. Her hands rested lighting on his shoulders now. Ino jerked her chin toward Naruto’s bedroom. She cut her eyes pointedly to the door and the rumpled bed on the other side of it.

A step back, and a tug on his shirt to get him to follow her.

“Ino,” he said. It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t timid. She didn’t know what it was. His blue eyes looked darker dilated, though.

“Naruto,” she replied, and almost laughed again. There was space between them now, and her whole body seemed alive with the awareness that he wasn’t there anymore, that is was warmer when he was there, and the his kisses had felt good on her neck. Is it supposed to be this awkward? she wondered in passing, before turning her back to him and walking deliberately into the other room.

One hand swept her hair over her shoulder, and his lips brushed the slope of her neck. The other snaked around her abdomen, fisting in her shirt. The touch on her belly sent a queasy shudder down to her legs. Ino was warm again. She was probably warmer than she’d been a moment ago.

She took his hand while he kissed her back. Somehow, despite being shorter, he seemed to curl around her. Her fingers pried open his grip on her shirt, so his hand rested open palm against her stomach.

What are you waiting for?

Her nervousness tried to well up again when she cupped his hand in hers and brought it to her mouth. His hand smelled like the oil he used to sharpen his weapons. It was a familiar, comforting smell. She kissed his knuckles one at a time. His skin was dry, slightly coarse, cracked a little here and there. Sasuke’s hands would be like this too, even though in her mind they were finer, smoother, without broken nails. The back of Naruto’s hand and wrist didn’t have any scars, which was rare for a ninja.

She kissed between his fingers and watched the way his bones and tendons moved. That action was more intimate that it should have been. Then she sucked one of his fingers into her mouth. It tasted like skin and gravel and oil, and again that metallic tang. She circled his finger purposefully with her tongue and heard him grunt. He pressed closer against her back.

Ino had planned this. She’d played it over more than a thousand times in her head, over a hundred different ways. At first she’d pictured Sasuke, but as she got older, her thoughts strayed to include others. She’d wondered about Shikamaru, and Kiba, Naruto, Shino, Neji--though she couldn’t picture him being passionate, no matter how hard she tried--even Chouji had been the subject of speculation once or twice. She’d imagined her first time as romantic, with a thoughtful lover. As dirty. As secret, with some mystery man. The fantasy had evolved over the years, and led to Naruto, in his bedroom, finger rough against the sensitive flesh of her mouth.

The butterflies stirred restlessly. Her skin itched, and she felt a blush start in her cheeks to crawl down her body.

This was it. No turning back now.

With one last lick, she drew out Naruto’s hand, then brought it down her body. She felt his confusion, followed by the slow dawn of understanding as she directed his hand down her thigh, then back up under her skirt.

She had to grit her teeth to keep from laughing or bolting, or apologizing. If it weren’t Naruto, she wouldn’t have been able to do it. If it had been Sasuke, or even Shikamaru, she would have been too worried what he thought of her. But this was Naruto, and he didn’t seem upset.

Threading her fingers through his, she slipped them past the elastic band on her panties. Her throat was so tight she could hardly breathe. Her blush grew hotter, pricking in her cheeks, on the tops of her breasts and her thighs like a sunburn. Her skin crawled, not entirely unpleasantly.

Naruto took the hint and pulled down her panties. They caught around her knees. The butterflies were practicing Taijutsu. Suddenly there was a fever burning her shoulders, aching in her muscles. Her heart was beating too fast, too hard. Ino wiggled, kicking her panties off.

They landed in a pale blue pile of delicate cloth, terribly out of place on Naruto’s cluttered floor.

He kissed a line under her shoulder blade. It was a scar from one of her first missions. She licked her lips.

When she’d thought about Naruto the first time while watching him spar with Neji, she’d laughed it off. His moves had been bold, straight lines, starkly at odds with the flowing Hyuga style. It seemed that was common of him. She could do this. She really could. Ino told herself that, and she believed it.

Her hand was on Naruto’s as it moved over her crotch, his fingers twisting a little in her pubic curls. His thumb stroked a broad arch across the smooth skin on her belly. His foot nudged her feet apart, encouraging her to open her legs a bit more. She was panting, waiting, her stomach twisting with nerves.

And now he hesitated.

She ground her teeth and pushed Naruto’s fingers, damp with her spit, between her lower lips. His forehead pressed against her shoulder while she led his fingers. The rough tip of his middle finger brushed her clit, sending a ragged shiver up her spine. He pushed a little harder and circled it. Ino’s breath hitched; he was quick to catch on. His other hand came around her side, came up under her shirt and cupped her breast. Leaning back against him, she focused on the feeling someone else touching her.

He kissed her neck again forcefully as he squeezed her breast. Ino winced a little--there were nicer ways to be touched--but then his tongue was tracing the shell of her ear, and a second finger was running along her labia, and she decided that it wasn’t so bad if he was just a little harder on her tit than she would have fanaticized.

She turned her head to the side in a clumsy attempt to catch Naruto’s mouth in a kiss while she sunk her own fingers into her already wet channel. His tongue moved into her mouth, deeper and quicker than before, but only for an instant before she pulled back. Her breathing was getting faster, shallower. Her hips jerked against his hand.

It felt good. It was Naruto rubbing her clit; Naruto, pinching her nipple. It felt good, and it was absolutely absurd.

She couldn’t help it this time. Ino laughed. Even while her stomach fluttered with something other than butterflies, she covered her mouth and laughed. Her hands smelled like her sex, and that only made it worse.

For a moment, Naruto froze, and she was half afraid she’d offended him. A chuckle rolled into her ear, dashing that notion.

“Will you stop that,” he said, “this isn’t funny.” He didn’t sound convinced himself.

“Yes,” she disagreed. “Yes, it is. But that’s alright.”

Still chuckling, she turned around in his arms and kissed him again. He tasted strange, tangy, and she couldn’t decide if she liked it or not. She ran her tongue along his teeth, felt his cheek and the roof of his mouth, slicked against his tongue. Her mouth tingled when she pulled away, and her lips felt nearly bee-stung. Her groin was warm and throbbed sullenly.

She nudged him, kissed him, prodded his shoulders until he they both spun around in an ungainly dance step so the bed was behind him. Then she pushed him again. He stumbled back, but he took her with him, not breaking another kiss, so their teeth clacked painfully. Suddenly his palms were framing her face, and the kiss was slow. Ino wondered if it would be alright to laugh again. One last shove sent him sprawling across the mattress.

His gaze was a palpable weight on her, with her rucked skirt and her wrinkled top. His mouth hung open. He panted, chest visibly rising and falling with each breath, nostrils flaring. Ino felt more than pretty with him looking at her like that. She felt sexy and beautiful and powerful. Without stopping to think about it, she took off her shirt. She knew his eyes followed the motion, and she knew what he was seeing. Smallish, round breasts, pink areolas and darker nipples, along with the narrow arch of her ribcage and the flat plain of her abdomen were all bared for him. Because she wanted them to be. And she knew he liked what he saw.

Her skirt came off next, exposing white thighs and the thatch of curls he’d played with before. Totally naked in front of a man for the first time that mattered, Ino wet her lips and giggled, a little giddy.

A knee and then the other hit the mattress as she straddled Naruto’s leg. Her hands landed on his shoulders, smoothing under his jacket, over his tee shirt.

Kissing her again, Naruto touched her tentatively. Why he would think she was more breakable with her clothes off was beyond her, but it was nice. More than a little odd, but still nice. He ran his hands over her hips, down the outside of her thighs, coasted over her ass as though he wanted to feel it, but wasn’t sure if he was allowed yet. He touched her arms; her ribs, sending ticklish jolts down her body; her throat.

The kiss broke and he pulled back, shucking off his jacket. His shirt followed. Ino’s gaze swept up Naruto’s body as she took in the sight of his tapered torso, the map of lines made by muscles, tendons and veins. He was compact, and ragged. She couldn’t quite explain it. The muscles and bones were all graceless and artlessly displayed, and totally unlike Sasuke, but still attractive. Just raw rather than polished. There were puckers and creases in his skin where the muscles seemed to tug at it, too close to the surface.

Ino reached out, ran her fingers through hair that was coarse and soft at the same time, almost like fur. She swallowed thickly.

He hooked an arm around her waist and drew them together again. Without clothes between them, his skin was almost too hot against hers. She wanted to sweat in sympathy.

She wanted to sweat because she was too warm herself, and the heat was settling uncomfortably between her legs.

She went for his fly, fumbling it open with fingers suddenly gone stupid.

He lifted his hips into her hands, and she could hardly tell if it was on purpose. Ino felt his erection, saw the outline of it pushing against his boxers when she pulled his pants down. Maybe she should have found it funny to see his underwear tented out like that, but her sense of humor failed for the moment.

Presently, his pants hit the floor. She curled her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and carefully took them off.

It wasn’t exactly what she was expected. Shorter, maybe--though looking at it, she wasn’t sure how long she had thought it would be. It didn’t seem that big, but at the same time, it was somehow more substantial than she’d have imagined. It wasn’t small, exactly. Beyond that, Ino realized, she had no frame of reference. The skin looked strange. It wasn’t the same texture as the rest of him. The head of his cock was a dark with blood. A flush spread from deep in her belly until it prickled her thighs and the back of her neck.

She crawled up his body, pushing his back into the mattress and asking him with her eyes to understand, because she wasn’t sure she had a voice just then. Naruto seemed to get it; he lay back, anyway, and let her sit on his stomach while she tried to figure out what came next.

There only seemed to be one answer to that. Her heart trembled in her chest. On three, she decided.

One.

He was looking up at her. She wondered what he thought, if he knew how wet she was, and if he didn’t, how he could miss it with her crotch pressed against his abs.

Two.

Measuring her breath, Ino reached behind her and wrapped her hand around his cock. It felt like... she didn’t know what it felt like exactly. She couldn’t think of having felt anything like it before. It was hot, and hard, the skin softer than she’d have thought. She squeezed her eyes closed and reminded herself that this wasn’t scary. This was still Naruto.

Three.

She guided the tip of his erection to her entrance. It was thicker than her fingers. Pushing into her, it was very thick. She stretched to accommodate it--slick, and achy, and very awkward. Naruto jerked up, farther in, and she hissed, wincing.

After a second, she managed to relax and ease herself the rest of the way down.

Naruto’s hands ran up her calves, gripping the back of her knees for a moment, then moving up to her ass. He squirmed beneath her--he wanted her to move. All she could hear was his panting and her own, harsh above the hectic pace of her pulse rushing through her ears.

Ino raised herself purposely, rolling her hips, and she heard that too. It wasn’t a pretty sound.

Naruto’s breathing might have hitched a little. He definitely grunted when she lowered herself again, and he thrust up. Still sore, and still awkward. There was more to it than that, but that was what stood out. It was different than when she’d touched herself. It was different that she expected. She moved more, trying to see past the strangeness. Naruto’s hands and the little nonsense sounds coming from his throat both urged her on. The feel of him dragging against her insides sent a little shower of sparks up her spine, and she thought she could enjoy that.

Naruto was faster than her, thrusting up to a different rhythm, so their bodies slapped together clumsily. She shivered, wanting more. There was more than this.

The springs complained as they gained enthusiasm. The bed frame shook, tapped the floor with one uneven leg. Naruto’s groaning mixed with them, and her hard breathing.

Maybe she remembered earlier, with Naruto fingering her, or maybe she thought that playing with her clit was better than this. Either way, the idea was in her head, and it seemed like a good one.

She found her clit with one finger, rubbed it in quick, tight circles. It was sort of difficult, rocking her hips against Naruto with him trying to pound into her from below. It was sort of awkward itself. But it felt good. Very good. Her nerves smoldered like banked coals, spreading outward. Like they’d disintegrate into ash.

She heard a cry come unexpectedly from her own mouth.

They found a pace, more or less, and she kept it, still massaging herself. The muscles in her shoulders and her legs tensed. Her stomach quivered.

She saw Naruto’s neck arch, saw his throat working and sweat glossing his face. He dragged his nails down the back of her thighs, the pain real, but distant. His eyes were directed at her from under hooded lids. His pupils grew. She thought for a moment they extended vertically like a cat’s. She squeezed her eyes shut--a tear leaked from the corner of one eye--and when she opened them again, Naruto was Naruto still.

Heat slid into her limbs. It tingled, burnt her face.

She made that same needy, high pitched noise again.

Then she was climaxing, and some little part of her brain was surprised at how quickly it happened, while the rest didn’t care and her hips bucked up on their own, and Naruto cursed. Her motion stuttered.

Ino wasn’t quite sure how Naruto flipped them. He didn’t just dump her on her back. One of his arms caught her leg. The other cradled her neck, until he moved to kneel between her legs and pick up the tempo. He set it faster, harder than before. Ino rode it out, along with the creeping languor.

He came shortly there after, shuddering. And he collapsed on top on her, his weight squishing her, and pinning her to the bed.

She lay there for awhile, even after Naruto rolled off her. The buzz settled into a hum, and she realized she was smiling, even though she was sore, and sticky, with sweat drying on her skin and other things drying on her thighs.

“Naruto?” She said after a few lazy moments.

“Yeah?”

She stretched, then grimaced and asked, “Can I use your shower?”

“Sure,” he said, and yawned.

Ino half turned to face Naruto. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He looked relaxed. His eyes were turned up into narrow crescents by that silly grin of his.

“Hey, Naruto,” Ino said, poking his bicep.

“Hm?”

“Thanks for being you,” she told him, winking, before she got out of his bed.