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Tiger Eyes
It had taken Ino quite a while to find someone to share common interests with. Shikamaru had his cloud watching and was too lazy to do much else otherwise, except maybe shougi; Chouji had his meat and was too good a boy to do many of the things Ino wanted ("wild" was the term he used to describe her once; Ino had to concur). She could never find Sai, much to her dismay, and Forehead Girl- bless the girl's heart- usually had rounds at the hospital

Akamaru liked to whine at inopportune moments when she was with Kiba; Shino was just... a little too creepy for her tastes and Hinata, though she had filled out quite well, a little too shy. Everyone had their little nitpicks that made a fun night (and sex) out on the town harder than she thought it would be. Who knew that a village full of ninjas would be hard pressed for her brand of fun?

Thus, she finds herself alone on a Friday night in search for a drink, a dance, and possibly a quickie (or a partner for the night if she's lucky) at Konoha's more popular bars and clubs. She sees Kiba sitting in one of the more dimly lit areas and chatting amiably with a few of the civilian women. She readily bounds over to him, all high spirits and eager for companionship, and tries to convince herself that she's only going to even up the civilian-ninja ratio for him. It isn't until she's two feet away that she realizes there's no need for such a thing if the spike of blond hair hidden behind a mug of whatever passed for beer here was any indication.

"Hey, Ino!" Kiba grins wolfishly as he nuzzles the neck of a petite, busty thing. She thinks vaguely of Hinata before giving a leering grin of her own in answer. "I didn't think you'd been invited."

"Didn't think she'd wanna come," was Naruto's low, slightly slurred answer.

Ino only scoffs before waving a waitress and sitting down. She doesn't answer until after she's ordered her drink (dirty, hardcore liquors were her thing) and when she does, it's with an air of importance and nobility reserved for the clans with bloodline limits she says, "I'm invited to everything, you just don't know it until I arrive."

Kiba grins, Naruto laughs, and Ino begins to think that maybe she's just been too picky about her desires in companions. It's when Naruto drapes an arm around her shoulder heavily, smelling of alcohol, stale smoke, and his own musk, that she changes that and admits that she has. His voice is husky and full of mirth as he asks her dubiously, "So what'd you get me?"

"Huh?"

"You were invited and you didn't even know it's Naruto's birthday?" Kiba quips, taking a break from necking his conquest for the night and hand fulls of breast.

"Tsk. If you don't know I'm coming, how do you expect me to know what I'm coming to?" She tries not to focus on Naruto's hot breath on her collarbone, or the way his body seems to radiate something akin to danger, or the way that feeling went right to her crotch. She's thankful that his weight on her is heavy; she has a reason to try and push him off. In her mind, she's not near drunk enough to be affected like this. Only Sasuke had managed that and even then, it took a well-placed glare.

Naruto is able to do this with nothing more than a nuzzle at her jaw and simply being there. It wasn't right. "'Least you came," he murmured.

"How much have you had to drink?" she asks in half amusement, half disgust as she tried again to paw him off her. His answer is to simply slide down into her lap and cling to her waist. Ino's almost sure that he's murmured something about "comfy," as he nuzzles her legs and then, she can't pay attention to his words anymore.

There's a snicker and a giggle from across the table which Ino answers with a glare. Kiba seems to take this as a cue to grab his lady's hand and retreat for the night. "It's been fun," he says with a wink to Ino. "Happy birthday, Naruto. Enjoy your hangover tomorrow."

The lump in her lap smoothly flips Kiba off with a grunt that sounds like it can't decide if it wants to be amused or disgruntled. Ino simply glares at Kiba for leaving her with a completely wasted birthday boy in order to have a romp. She supposes that she could just leave Naruto to fend for himself, but quickly decides that she doesn't want to deal with the guilt trip if something happened to him during his drunken stupor.

She's glad when her drink comes --finally!-- and drinks a few large gulps before concentrating again on the ninja cuddling her lap.

"Seriously, how much have you had to drink tonight?" she prods.

He peers up at her with one semi-glazed eye in a futile attempt at concentration. "Not sure. I think... a lot."

Well, no shit, Ino's mind grumbles. She snorts aloud to tell him just what she thought of that reply and downs the rest of her drink in a fury. Usually, she takes her drinking slow with a few teasing dances and possible one-night stands in between but tonight, she needed to get her mind to stop thinking of what sex with Naruto would be like. It certainly doesn't help that Naruto's moved his head toward her. Now his nose is in her skirt and she can feel every breath against her.

"You can polish off my drink," he offers. "Don't wanna move to finish it."

Her muscles clench as the rumble of his low voice vibrates through her thighs. "It's already been polished off," she says a little more airily than she'd wanted. "Why don't... why don't we go dance? Have you had a chance to dance yet tonight?" Really, anything to keep him from doing that again.

It works much to her relief as he lifts his head and crouches beside her. His eyes look sleepy, she thinks, like a tiger in the heat of summer; he's hungry, and yet the heat makes him slow in going after his prey. That sense of danger pulses through her body again and she suppresses a shiver. Ino doesn't wait for an answer before grabbing his hand and hauling his drunken body to the dance floor. He only laughs, which she's thankful for, and then he's wrapping his arms around her waist again (how could she not have noticed how big his arms have gotten?) and holding her close. Her hands are exploring his chest through cotton shirt before she can even think about it and they're swaying to the beat of the music in a way that's just as intoxicating as the alcohol they've consumed. They dance and drink and Ino is back into her routine. It's comfortable, she thinks, in a way that makes her forget that it's Naruto she's dancing with and fondling. It's some other blue-eyed blond that has his tongue in her mouth and doing things with her neck and oh god, his hand was on her breast in the most comfortable, arousing way.

Then, it's closing time and they're being escorted out of the club. It all stumbling and sloppy kisses as they walk away from the establishment, high on hormones and alcohol. They don't get very far at all before Ino veers to the left and Naruto's slamming her against a pleasingly cold brick wall. That sense of danger is there again as they explore each others bodies more thoroughly than they could dancing. It's when her hands come in contact with three little indentations on his face that Ino realizes that, yes, it is Naruto. There's no one else in Konoha who has those scars. Ino thinks them attractive in an odd sort of way. They accent his face and feel especially good when brushed against her jaw line as he nuzzles her neck. She gives in to fate and accepts the fact that the Naruto she knows is entirely separate from the Naruto she sees now. She thinks she might like this Naruto a bit more than the one she knows from the few missions they've had together.

He kisses her then, sneaking a hand up her skirt and into her panties, and all drunken contemplations stop. She's wrapping her arms around his neck in an effort to keep his lips sealed to hers and rocks her hips against the finger teasing her entrance. She can feel him grin against her mouth and bites his lower lip for the snark. A finger rubs against her clit in retaliation and she half gasps half hisses at the rough warmth of his hands there. He strokes her a few times, teasing, and then he's back out and moving away from her. It takes her a moment to register the newly acquired space between them but when she does, she's growling and watching him fight with the buckle of his pants. Then she's stripping off her panties and letting them fall to the ground as Naruto moves forward again, hiking her skirt up to her waist with one hand and taking a hold of her wrists in the other. He lifts her hands up over her head then and she's already panting from the adrenaline and the sense of danger which radiated from him. It was intoxicating, hot as hell, and now she's hooking her legs around his waist and he's getting into position.

They're millimeters apart now, panting breaths mingling in the chill October night and a tremble in their frames that had little to do with their outside environment. Her wrists burn from the pressure on them but it's a pleasant sort of burn that accentuates the heat between her legs. He's teasing her with the head of his cock, barely entered with just enough pressure to make her ache. She growls low in her throat and thinks that if he plans on running the entire show, he's got another thing coming. She proves this to him by angling her hips and pulling her legs toward herself and then he's in. He groans at the contact; she's smug in her satisfaction. She could tease him too if she weren't so damned horny right now.

Ino's sentiments are echoed as he begins to move inside her. There's a sharpness in the way her back scrapes against the wall as she meets his thrusts and she's sure his knuckles are being rubbed raw from where they hold her wrists but neither can seem to care at the moment. He's kissing her ear, her jaw, her neck and she twists her head to the side for better access. It's now that she can see the street before them and a couple who were scuttling along the sidewalk at a faster pace than they usually might have. They were having sex in an alley, she thinks amusedly, and probably not all that far from the club they had been in. Something about that only spurs her on; she wishes that she had her hands free so that she could rake her nails along his back, on his throat, anything to get him to groan. Instead, she settles for digging her feet against his body and clenching her muscles around his cock for which she's rewarded with a guttural, almost animalistic sound that sends shivers up her spine.

He's close now -she can feel it- and she wonders if she'll last all that long herself. It's when he bites her neck and thrusts almost painfully that she screams in a breathy voice that's far too soft to her ears. She decides that no, she won't last long and especially not if he insists on sinking his teeth into her like that or if he insists on bruising her wrists. There's another hard thrust, the faint "click-clack" sound of heels against the sidewalk coming near them, and then she's gone, bucking against the wall and very aware that the heels have stopped moving as both Ino and Naruto gasp, moan and pant in mutual orgasm.

They're sated now, Naruto releasing her wrists and Ino's legs releasing his hips. She's grinning at him as she slides down the wall and the click-clack timidly resumes it's path. He mirrors her then and says in an amused tone that's all too familiar and so much like the Naruto she knows, "...I think she's going across the street."

Ino laughs loud and hard. She realizes that she certainly wanted to do this again. By the look on his face, Naruto did too. He's laughing as well, even as he stands up and fastens his pants. He offers a hand to her to help her up and asks, "Wanna stay over tonight?" She picks up her discarded panties and thinks that there's very little else she'd rather do.