Sweet Seduction

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Author’s note: This is a tale of how two people got close due to the Uzumaki-Hyuuga wedding. Definitely SasuIno
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Sweet Seduction
Chapter 1: Broad Daylight

“There’s been a mistake,” Yamanaka Ino said, staring at the huge bed.

From across the room, Uchiha Sasuke was frowning as well. “I’ve already tried to rectify this, but it’s impossible. The wedding had the house full. Every bed, cot, and couch is already assigned. Look,” he said frowning, “if you’re afraid I’m going to attack you in the night, I can see if a hotel room can be found for you.”

There was always about his attitude that always seemed to rub her the wrong way. “At least with a house full if I scream, I’ll be heard.”

He gave her a little half-smile then started unbuttoning his shirt. “I need to take a shower.” He was looking at her as though he expected her to be a heroine from a Regency romance and flee the room at the very thought of a man undressing. But she wasn’t going to let him intimidate her.

“Please don’t steam up the mirror,” she said, chin in air, then turned away as though sharing a room with a strange man was of no consequence to her.

With a bit of a chuckle, he went into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar for the steam to escape.

When he was out of sight, Ino let her breath escape and her shoulders relax. The room was lovely, all green silk and Federal furniture, and as she heard the shower running, she happily unpacked suitcases. It wasn’t until she was finished that she realized that, out of habit, she’d unpack Sasuke’s case too. She shrugged indifferently. ‘Like he would kill me for unpacking his case.’ Briefly, she readied herself for a trip to the bathroom.

Since it was hot that night, instead of her puritanical white cotton nightgown, she brought out a medium-sized box. It read, “For major seduction only.” She shrugged and opened it. Inside was blue silk, beautiful, brilliant blue silk. Lifting it gently from the box, she tested its softness and admired its loveliness. “Will you put it on?” a voice asked from behind her.

Startled she turned, Sasuke was standing there, his hair wet, his big body encased in a terry-cloth robe, and he was watching her. Seductively.

“Whether I wear it or not is none of your business,” she finally managed to say, although very gruffly, before escaping into the bathroom and firmly closing the door behind her. She took as long as she dared in the bathroom. Grimly, she stared at the blue peignoir and then suddenly, an idea hit her. He was seducing her, she realized as she slipped into the peignoir, her hands trembling almost too much to manage the bows in front. The whole rectifying the room thing was a major sham. If he wanted another roommate, he could simply delude the bridegroom into giving him a new one. But Uchiha Sasuke was known to be a spoiled brat. He would get what he wants, when he wants it and where he wants it. I’ll just have to show him that two can play that game.

There was a full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, and Ino stood before it, looking at herself in sapphire silk. The peignoir concealed nothing, really. Only a lover was meant to be view it. She looked at herself and realized this was how she wanted Sasuke to see her.

When she emerged, a terry robe concealing her blue silk perfection, he was already in bed, and there was a long bolster pillow down the center of it. Slipping into the vacant side of the bed, she said, “Where did you get this?”

“Stole it.”

“So I guess some poor unfortunate is sleeping on a couch without a back cushion.”

“Want me to take it back? You could sleep snuggled up with me or---” he shut his ranting when Ino opened her robe. He stared silently on her body when she faced him. “Good night,” she said alluringly, then turned to her side of the bed, smiling as she fell asleep. Sasuke smirked and turned to his side. Ino sure is a fast learner. We’ll just have to see how fast she will be tomorrow morning.

Sometime later, the room was already chilly. The heat radiating from Sasuke was wonderful, luring Ino closer and closer until she sighed and relaxed against his big body. He shifted, drawing her even more tightly against himself, holding her as though he, too, was cold. Smiling, holding him in return, Ino fell asleep with the feel of Sasuke’s heartbeat beneath her cheek.
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Next morning

Ino awakened on her side, tucked spoon fashioned against Sasuke, her head on his upper arm, his chest warming her back, her bottom snug in the cradle of thighs… and one of her breasts cupped possessively in his right hand, which had slid beneath the peignoir to seek the silky warmth of her bosom.

When Ino realized the intimacy of Sasuke’s touch, her heart turned over. She froze, caught between the knowledge that she should retreat and the pleasure of lying so close with Sasuke while sunshine poured into the room, filling it to overflowing with golden light.

After a few minutes, Ino's heartbeat settled dawn, but not the sensations that glittered over her without warning, shortening her breathing and tightening the breast within Sasuke’s grasp until the hard nipple nuzzled against the center of his broad palm. An odd ache claimed her, a desire to arch against his palm like a cat being stroked. The feeling was so strong and so unexpected that she held her breath, wondering what was wrong with her. She tried to ease free of his hand without disturbing him, but he was too deeply tangled in her clothes.

Half awakened by Ino’s cautious retreat, Sasuke made a low, sleepy sound and gathered her more closely against him. His free hand moved, seeking the warmth and the silk of her body but settling for the soft weight of her other breast muffled beneath her cloth.

Ino’s breath wedged firmly in her throat as she felt herself cupped and cuddled through clothing until that breast, too, tightened in an aching rush. She shivered, fighting the desire to twist slowly against Sasuke’s hands, increasing the pressure of his touch on her breasts.

I must be losing my mind, Ino thought, shivering.

Breathing shallowly, not wanting to move for fear of awakening Sasuke and embarrassing both of them, Ino lay stiffly and waited for the normal movements Sasuke made while asleep to remove her from the unintentional, sensual cage of his embrace.

Release didn’t come. Tension did. Unable to bear it any longer, Ino eased the blanket off her body as the first step towards freeing herself. But removing the blanket was a mistake. The sight of one of Sasuke’s big hands on her breast and the other buried in the almost transparent blue silk through the gap of her dress made Ino forget to breathe. Frantically, she closed her eyes. After the first rush of embarrassment passed, she opened her eyes again.

Nothing had changed. The contrast between his pale hand and the paler complexion of her skin was as vivid as before. The difference between the lean strength of his fingers and the soft fullness was still…

Exciting.

I am losing my mind.

Ino told herself she should either get out of the bed or pull the blanket up once more and spare herself the sight of Sasuke’s hand tangled so intimately in her peignoir. She did neither. She simply lay motionless except for the ripples of sensation washing through her with each breath, each unintentional stirring of her breasts against Sasuke’s hands.

A bird called sweet melodies from the trees form outside the window and was answered from a higher perch. Sunlight caressed the land as surely as Ino was being caressed with every breath she took. Sasuke shifted again, drawing her even closer, cupping his hand more deeply around her naked breast beneath the peignoir.

Air came from Ino’s lungs in a rush. Very carefully, she eased Sasuke’s right hand from her chest to her silk-clad hip. Then she slid her hand inside the top of her negligee in an attempt to remove Sasuke’s other hand without awakening him. There simply wasn’t enough room for her hand as well as his inside the closely fitting gown.

Holding her breath, she picked the front laces free from their holes until it was completely open. The lacings, however, opened only to her ribs, which left her little maneuvering room. It would have to be enough.

Slowly, Ino slid her fingers over Sasuke’s hand and tugged ever so gently. His hand moved against her naked breast, sending his hard palm rubbing over her nipple. A burst of heat licked through her, making her breath catch in a tiny moan. Repeating the caress, her back arched in sensual reflex, caressing his hand in turn. Biting her lower lip, Ino pulled gently at Sasuke’s hand again, trying to free her without awakening him. He muttered sleepily and tightened his grip on her once, trapping her taut nipple between his fingers.

The small, ragged sound Ino made brought Sasuke fully awake. He felt the lithe curve of her body snug against his own, the fullness of her hip beneath one of his hands and the naked silk of her breast nestled in his other. Smiling, he flexed both hands, enjoying the sweet torment thrashing her body.

“Sasuke?” Ino asked fearfully, a bare thread of sound. “You---you aren’t awake, are you?”

“I’m getting there.” The heat of her blush was so violent he felt it suffuse her breasts.

“Could---Could you please---move your hand?”

“This one?” Sasuke asked, spreading his hand over her buttock and squeezing it gently, deeply.

Ino’s breath broke. “No---I mean, yes, but mostly the other one.”

“The other one?” Sasuke smiled into her hair. “Where is it? I can’t see.”

“I can, and that’s the problem.” Ino heard her own words and wanted to groan.

“You can, huh? So tell me where it is.”

“Uchiha Sasuke, you know very well where it is!”

“How could I? It’s asleep,” he lied, smiling and searching through Ino’s hair for the sensitive nape of her neck. “So I can’t move it until I know where it is. Tell me, Ino-chan.”

“On my---on my---” Her voice broke.

“Shoulder?” Sasuke offered.

She shook her head.

Ino’s hair slid aside, revealing her nape. His mouth settled over it, kissing gently, nibbling softly. He felt every bit of sensual shivering that ran through her body. An answering heat flowed through him. He had never held a woman who was so responsive to his least caress.

“Is my hand on your ribs?” Sasuke asked deeply, running his teeth over Ino’s nape again, feeling her shiver, wanting to groan with sheer sweet agony of his own need.

“N-not my ribs,” she whispered, barely able to think.

“Your waist?”

But this time, Ino couldn’t speak at all, for Sasuke’s teeth had closed on her nape in a tender, fierce caress that made her thought impossible. She closed her eyes and tried not to cry out with the surprise and pleasure coiling through her, tightening her whole body. When his fingers closed delicately on her nipple, plucking the taut flesh, she moaned.

“Now I see what the problem is,” Sasuke said, propping himself on his elbow so that he could look over Ino’s shoulder.

“What?” she whispered.

“This.” His hand flexed beneath her clothes and her back arched. “See? We’re all tangled in your peignoir. Lie still. I’ll get us free.”

Holding her breath and blushing, Ino watched Sasuke’s obsidian eyes and waited. His hand moved beneath the gown, cupping all of her breast while his thumb drew lazy circles around her nipple. Her whole body stiffened.

“Easy, Ino-chan,” he murmured. “Am I hurting you?”

Ino made an odd sound at the back of her throat when his thumb rubbed the hard peak of her breast. He smiled and rubbed again, loving the velvet hardness that rose so eagerly to his touch.

“Almost free,” Sasuke said. Slowly, he shifted Ino onto her back, caressing her with slow sweeps of his thumb. “Gently, just a little more and you’ll be free. Shift your shoulder a little. Yes, like that. Take a slow, deep breath. That’s it.” A shudder ran through his body as he looked down at her uncovered breast. “Kami-sama, you’re beautiful, as perfect as a rosebud.”

Sasuke bent down to Ino’s breast, turning his head slowly from side to side, letting the coarse silk of his day-old beard caress her soft flesh, tightening her nipple even more. She gasped and grabbed his head.

“Yes,” he said thickly. “Show me what you want.”

Shocked and embarrassed, she tried to tug his head away, but her motions caused her erect nipple to brush against his lips.

“Hmm,” he said. “You’re a little aggressive than I thought.” Pulling her hands from his head, he pressed them on the mattress, tilting her breast upward within easy reach.

Sasuke took the tip of Ino’s breast into his mouth as his hands tightened, making it impossible for her to move away while he caressed her with tongue and teeth. A strange, wild sensation speared through Ino, drawing a choked cry from her.

His tongue flicked out, circled her, drew her in. He must have let go of her hands, for they were digging on his head, offering her breast more to him. He smiled and closed his teeth around her with exquisite care. She gasped as she arched against him, twisting slowly, knowing only his mouth and the wild singing of passion deep within her body.

After almost an eternity of pleasure so keen the Ino was sure she couldn’t bear it, Sasuke turned to the other breast, kissing, suckling, nipping softly with his teeth. And all the while, he worked the opposite nipple skillfully with his fingers, putting it through delicious paces.

His teeth closed gently on her velvet nipple once more, making her cry out with pleasure. He released her and looked at the transformation passion had wrought in her body. Her breathing was as rapid as his, her creamy breasts were flushed with heat and the loving marks of his mouth, and her pupils had dilated until her eyes were nearly black.

Had it not been for the loud knock on the door and the call, “Ready to leave for the rehearsals?” Ino wasn’t sure what would have happened.

Sasuke, looking up, muttered a foul oath on the door before asking huskily, “Did I hurt you?” As he spoke, he blew on the nipple that was still glistening from his mouth. The soft rush of air over Ino’s breast made her stomach tighten. Her hips moved in a reflexive response she didn’t understand.

Sasuke did. And it was the only reason that prevented him to go to the church and continue the demands of his body. However, duty calls.

“Tell me, Ino.” He kissed the tight rosebud he drawn from her breast. “Did I hurt you?” Ino tried to speak but couldn’t. She shook her head.

“Did you like it? He asked.

The egotistical bastard! Heat suffused her face. She turned her head against his chest, hiding from him.

Sasuke moved to whisper to her ear, “I think we had enough ministrations this morning. Let’s go?” he asked then smirked seductively, “or would you like to join me in the shower?” Very gently, Sasuke smoothed hid bearded cheek over her breast once more before he rose off the bed and headed straight to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Ino was still breathing hard. She mentally slapped herself for submitting to him in that manner when, as a matter of fact, she was trying to seduce him. Collecting herself, she straightened her gown and went to the closet. She brought out a pink kimono, as prescribed by the bride. She buried her face in the dress and tried to control her breathing. That was where Sasuke found her a little while later.

“The bathroom is yours,” he announced. He leaned and murmured in her ear, “I was waiting for you.”

“Go straight to hell.”

He smirked. “Love to. But I’ll have you before that happens. Thoroughly if that’s what you want. Now, better go to the bathroom while I still have my senses intact or make love to you here in the closet. Now, go.” He swatted her backside playfully before pushing her to the bathroom.

She was pleased when he was gone when she reentered the room.
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I think I’ll continue this.