I Hate Starbucks

Standard Disclaimer: They aren't mine.

AN: I thought about calling this 'the cure to writer's block' so don't yell at me for being slow on updating 'On Secrets and Seals.' I'm just stuck. =6 But no worries, I'll get through it!

So I've never written Yuri before, which is weird... but I thought I'd try it out. (Because the Naruto fandom is seriously lacking in good, realistic yuri.) I've also never written an AU. Lemmie know what you think. =) Comments and criticisms are always welcome.



‘I hate Starbucks.’ Thought a young blonde woman, as she sat trying to stomach the sickeningly sugary sweet concoction that dared call itself coffee.

She drummed her fingers impatiently on the bar, waiting for her chipper companion to arrive and sit at the stool next to her.

‘Why the hell did I come here?’ She mused, poking at the whipped cream with an ugly green straw.

“Temari!” A high-pitched voice chirped. “Sorry I’m late I just…”

‘Oh right… that’s why.’ She thought bitterly, tuning out the apologies of the bouncing blonde woman.

She offered the young woman her least bitter smile. “It’s O.K. Ino. Just go get in line. If you hurry, I’ll let you have my whipped cream.” She poked the sugary foam again.

Ino smiled apologetically and tiptoed through the bustling crowd, not noticing the blush that formed on her friend’s face as she realized the connotations of her accidental innuendo. There was no real reason to get embarrassed. Ino wouldn’t realize what Temari had said.

‘Why would she?’

Temari gave the whipped cream a particularly hard stab.

‘I hate Starbucks.’

She stared out the window, watching the cars race down the busy street. The passengers, cocooned in their safe havens of steel, glass, and thumping music, were unaware of the young woman glaring daggers at them as they whizzed past.

Ino plunked down in the stool next to her.

“Why do you always sit over here? The couches are way more comfortable!”

“I like staring out the window.” She answered honestly. ‘It gives me a distraction.’

“Yeah right. You just think you might look relaxed enough in a couch that someone might actually come up and talk to you!” Ino teased.

“That’s not true.” Temari scowled, trying to look offended.

“I know. It doesn’t matter where you sit, you’ll still scare away the air in front of you.”

Temari glared harder, but all was forgotten when a warm hand slid around hers.

“Come on, Tema!” Ino urged. “Can you at least pretend to be social?”

The young woman nodded numbly and allowed herself to be dragged away by the woman who was simultaneously her only comfort and the bane of her existence. She nearly forgot her five-dollar cup of liquid sugar on the bar as the deliciously soft skin of her friend’s hand tugged on her own cold fingers.

Temari slid casually into the corner of the couch, while Ino plopped gracelessly down beside her, somehow managing to not spill her coffee in the process. Their legs brushed. Temari swallowed, eyes darting towards the other woman’s curvy thighs. She licked her lips, vaguely aware that Ino was prattling on about something or other to her and the rest of the café…

‘If you can call this cesspool of capitalism a café that is…” Temari thought.

Ino’s tight jeans clung to the insides of her thighs. The denim at the seams had worn thin from the abrasion of those luscious thighs rubbing against each other as she walked. The blonde wished nothing more than to run her hands along those seams, kneading the muscles of the other woman’s upper legs with her strong hands. She could pull pants and stifled moans from the other blonde as she cupped her sensitive sex through the well-worn denim. She could almost feel the heat and moisture pooling at the junction of Ino’s legs. The woman could feel her breath growing heavy as her own clitoris pulsed in arousal.

Temari sighed, glaring into her cup before she was caught staring hungrily at her best friend’s lap. She took a long drink of her coffee flavored sugar water, wishing she’d had the foresight to bring a flask of liquor to dump into the vial liquid. The tension was unbearable.

“Tema?”

The young woman turned to face brilliantly sparkling bright blue eyes. “Hmm?”

“Are you O.K.? You’re even tense for you.”

Ino placed a concerned hand on Temari’s leg, just above her knee.

Temari was sure she could feel herself blushing.

“I’m fine.” She assured her friend. “I just had a rough day, that’s all.”

Ino frowned, her brow knitting in concern. “Well, when you get back to the apartment, you should take a nice, relaxing, hot bath. My bubbles are under the sink if you want to use them.”

Temari nodded, thankful for the concern. A lusty smile split across her face as she contemplated taking a warm bath while surrounded by Ino’s smell. She shuddered visibly anticipating the time she would get to spend with herself. Of course, spending that kind of time with Ino herself would trump that any day, but gently stroking her sensitive nub while enveloped in her apartment mate’s warm aroma came to a close second… well not exactly close… Regardless, the bath would certainly help her relax.

The woman’s musings on masturbation were certainly not helping her forget the small mound of swollen flesh that lay throbbing between her legs. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to think of anything but the creamy thighs that were plastered against hers.

Suddenly, Temari’s sharp ears picked up Ino droning on about ‘Sasuke-kun.’ She sighed. Arousal gone.

“Forehead has more classes with him. She gets to see him all the time. It’s so frustrating… It just isn’t fair!” She pouted.

Temari tried her best not to be awkward as she placed her hand on Ino’s small back. ‘I’ll show you frustrating.’ She thought.

“Ino…”

“Do you think she’s prettier than me?”

“No.” Temari scolded herself. She answered a little too quickly.

Honestly, she didn’t see what the big hoo-ha was about that girl. She’d never know why the boys went wild over her. Sure she was taller and thinner than most girls, and had long, lean, legs that never seemed to stop, but that also meant she had no curves to speak of. Ino was much prettier. Shorter, yes, and not so thin, but her rounded hips, breasts, and butt more than compensated for her lack of endless legs.

“Why doesn’t Sasuke-kun ever pay attention to me?”

Temari frowned. Her friend looked absolutely crestfallen. She’d like to wring that boy’s scrawny little neck and tell what a great woman Ino was. She’d do anything if it would make Ino happy. She’d just have to… look the other way. Temari sighed again. Maybe it was time to let her friend in on a bit of the unpleasant truth.

“I just don’t understand. Am I that hideous?”

“Oh shut up, Ino.” Temari scolded. “You’re beautiful.”

The pouting blonde looped her arms over the shoulders of the girl next to her. Temari’s eyes just about tumbled out of their sockets as her companion snuggled closer. Her silky blonde hair tickled Temari’s cheek, and she wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through its length, whispering soothing words.

‘I love you, Ino. Can’t that ever be enough?’

No. No, it couldn’t, and that depressed Temari beyond relief. Instead she offered the woman a gentle squeeze.

“Sasuke just doesn’t realize what he’s missing.”

Ino’s shoulders deflated. “Thanks Tema… Do you think he’ll ever notice me?”

“I…” Temari paused, “I guess there’s no delicate way to put this…”

The other woman quickly retracted her arms, much to the dismay of the slightly blushing blonde. An ominous expression clouded her bright blue eyes.

“It’s not like it has anything to do with you. I just don’t think he likes girls, Ino.”

“WHAT?!?” Ino squeaked. “Why would you say something like that? I know you don’t like him, but that’s just… that’s just mean!”

Temari scowled. ‘And it’s bad to be called ‘gay’ because…’ Ino would never understand.

“I didn’t mean to offend you, I’ve just got a hunch.” She said flatly.

“Well you’re wrong! Of course Sasuke-kun likes girls!”

Sighing, Temari crossed her legs. “Have you ever seen him look at one?”

“Um… well no… maybe he’s just shy.”

The older blonde woman shrugged and sank back into her corner. She didn’t feel like pushing the issue. She didn’t want to deal with a brokenhearted Ino. Maybe she should find this Sasuke and beat some sense into him.

Ino had gone back to chatting animatedly about something or other, so Temari let her mind wander to the last time she’d seen the black-haired object of Ino’s desire. It was here. Funny, all the bad things in her life seemed to happen at Starbucks. It was the day she realized Sasuke would never return her best friend’s feelings. A day she both loved and loathed, though she’d rather the other blonde be happy than herself. Ino would never return her desire. So even after her heart was finally broken by the dark-haired youth, she’d find some other boy to lavish her love upon. Temari’s shoulders deflated.

‘Some things are just so unfair.’

She sucked hard on her straw, coming up with but a mouthful of whipped cream. She made a disgusted face and handed the plastic cup to Ino.

“Here, you can have it now.”

The other woman let out a child-like squeal.

“Thanks!” She cheered, snuggling close to her friend. “I always knew I loved you!”

A bitter “hn” broke through tightened lips.

Ino rolled her sparkling eyes at her best friend and began devouring the creamy fluff.

The blonde felt her breath hitch. She traced the path of the hideous green straw with lust filled eyes. Into the cream it dove, then it rose to meet two spit-slicked lips. After every bite, Ino would clean the blushed flesh with a slow sweep of her tongue, making her lips glisten anew in the odd angles of the high-hung Starbucks lighting.

Temari shuddered, indulging herself, letting her eyes roam over her unsuspecting friend’s body. Her eyes drew fingers, running themselves down Ino’s gently muscled neck, painting pictures in it’s hollow. She would cup two soft breasts, swelling beneath the gentle pink of a tight cotton tee. Her eyes traced the silhouette of the other woman’s ribs, reveling in the gentle roundure of a soft stomach. Temari’s eyes again dropped to the insides of two jean-clad thighs. The dark blue pools lingered upon the abraded seams, tracing them upwards to the hidden place, where Temari’s tongue longed to play, lapping at the convolutions of the sex-swollen skin.

The woman could feel her organs constrict, and her throbbing sex sent a none-to-subtle hint cursing through heated veins. Temari looked towards her long lost windows, willing the arousal away from her cheeks and clitoris.

Almost as if on purpose, Ino chose that very moment to lean across Temari’s lap. The flushed woman offered an awkward smile.

Ino’s giggle reverberated through her skin, almost causing her to shudder in delight.

“You should smile more often. You look a lot prettier when you aren’t scowling… or smirking. You always look like you know something I don’t.” She added as an afterthought.

Temari had to fight to keep the blush hidden just behind her pale cheeks.

She smirked for good measure. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Ino giggled softly again, squinting as she dug her cell phone out of her back pocket. She glared at it and pryed herself from Temari’s lap.

“I’ve got class in a few minutes. When I get home, you’d better be soaking in a hot bubbly tub.”

Temari rolled her dark eyes and shooed Ino from the couch. “If you’re late again, Asuma-sensei will have your head.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

Dark blue eyes watched Ino’s retreating form, nearly glowing as she approached the harsh afternoon light spilling in from the open door. Temari sighed heavily and settled deep into the corner of the couch, not quite willing to force her sore muscles to move.

She glanced up a few minutes later when she felt the couch depress. A dark figure sat in the opposite corner of the fake leather couch, angrily poking at the whipped cream in his drink.

“I hate Starbucks.” He muttered, glaring into his cup.

Amused she asked, “Then why are you here?”

He tried to freeze her with his glare, until a bouncing blond boy appeared in front of him, spouting apologies at his tardiness.

“Oh, I see.” An amused smirk worked its way across her face. “For the record, I hate Starbucks too.”

She extracted herself from the couch, and retreated into the blinding sun, waving behind her as she approached the door.

“Do you think Termai-chan will ever pay attention to me?” She heard Naruto ask the scowling young man.

She snorted and let the door slam behind her.

‘I hate Starbucks.’


AU part 2: So what'd you think? Techically, this is supposed to be a oneshot, but I might expand it to a short, multi-chappy fic if the demand is high enough. Hopefully one with some yuri, and maybe even a *gasp* het lemon in it =) Anyway, let me know what you think. Comments and criticisms are always welcome.