[thread] [Gettin' Your Groove Back] [open]

[bl0nd_ambition]

As soon as Ino could ditch the crutches, she knew it was time to go out and play. It was depressing having to sit around her room, batting off cats, and not having much to do beyond getting Shikamaru to drag her to various places. Everyone, it seemed, was down lately because of one thing or another. Whether it was Obito or personal stresses no one

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[finger_walking]

One of those sharp eyebrows crawled higher and higher up Temari’s forehead as it became clear that Ino was crawling with such an enticing sway to her behind in the air towards her. The older blonde had been seconds away from standing up and knocking some sense into Ino but suddenly she found herself sitting tight as curiosity shackled her widespread thighs to the wooden seat of the chair.

The long muscles tightened faintly under the dancer’s slim hands, bracing themselves to support Ino’s weight as she curled up her body. She exhaled blue smoke, long and slow as Ino’s lips hovered over hers and slowly her stunned expression melted into an amused smirk.

Temari had no idea what Ino was playing at. She was always so full of piss and vinegar, and the guitarist was sure that somehow playing private dancer to her made absolute, perfect sense in Ino’s pretty blonde head. Temari actually really liked this about the younger girl, this reckless streak. It was the only think that made her bearable, even endearing, when compared to the Teen Girl Squad that usually flanked her.

She let those soft hands move her shoulders and relaxed even more deeply in the chair, settling back to enjoy the show Ino seemed so determined to give her. Temari was midly relieved that she was the target of the moment. The punk was confident that at least her reflexes would be fast enough to catch Ino if anything were to go wrong with her weakened leg, which meant Ino could still have her fun and Temari’s concerns could be simultaneously assuaged.

An appreciative purr curled up from behind her sternum as Ino’s back pressed into her chest and her hips hovered and gyrated over hers like a butterfly from between her thighs. “It’s good to see you too, sweetheart,” she said against the shell of Ino’s ear in her best radio-sex voice.