Healed with a kiss
Who: Komui Lee, Tsunade
Where: Komui's room 3A
When: BACKDATED to Monday
Summary: It's hard to be professional when everyone involved has been dosed with aphrodisiacs
Rating: R
Warnings: Two adults flirting and getting... friendly
Komui wasn't calm. He wasn't controlled. It was hard to be, when pumped full of aphrodisiac cookies and about to have a close examination from a very pretty and impressively endowed woman. Usually, the thought of Tsunade's temper and her fists was more than enough to suppress any inappropriate thoughts Komui might fleetingly harbour about the woman, but that wasn't working now. His attempts at imagining her smashing him through a wall seemed to get waylaid at the point where she'd pin him to it and commit various unnameable acts to his very willing body.
If he ever mentioned any of this to her, he knew he was going to walk away with a few broken bones. In his current state, that idea was more of a turn on than a worry, but he had a backup. He had a gag.
Tsunade was trying to show discretion. One cookie a day, just to keep that arm of hers under control. There was too much work to do, and she couldn't spare the chakra to keep her arm knocked out. With her strength, leaving it loose was not an option. Hopefully the fact she knew she was affected would help to keep things under control. She walked into Komui's suite, reminding herself that she was a professional, and professionals do not hit on their patients.
. . . even when they are waiting with a gag. "Komui? What are you doing?"
"Mrr dnnn nrrrrnrrrr dnn rrffff uuu." Komui replied, gesturing widely to illustrate how he didn't want to be punched in the face after talking the wrong way. Was it just him or was she breathing even more seductively today? He pulled his eyes up with a bit of effort, since staring that keenly might also count as a punch-worthy response. He smiled gamely around the gag and lifted up his shirt.
"Dnnn mrrr rfff rr?"
There was a gagged man, taking off his shirt, and staring at her breasts. How exactly was she not supposed to flirt with him? Especially when it was the rather jumpy man that she had traded bodies with before. "Komui, I had no idea you were into that kind of thing."
No, it wasn't totally necessary for the examination, but she walked over to snag the hem of his shirt and continue lifting it so that it was completely removed. "It would just get in the way, after all."
Komui didn't usually care to reveal his lanky, pale torso to the world, especially not now it was bisected with a still-healing scar, but there was something about being stripped by such a powerful woman that made his worries seem less pressing. He gave a chirpy wink to her once his head was freed from the collar.
"Mrrr fff mm brrr?" He asked in a distinctly suggestive mumble, gesturing at his belt. It was a shame that the gag was there, really, that had been a brilliant pun about full body examinations.
"Keep your pants on, Komui. I'm to professional here. I'll take care of everything." Technically, she didn't even have to touch him for this. She could work with chakra and keep her hands just above his chest. Of course, that wasn't how it actually worked out. Instead, she set both hands on his chest and leaned over, bending at the hips so that her cleavage was about at eye level. "How are you feeling right now?"
The reddening of Komui's cheeks and the leap in his heart rate were more than answer enough, but he made a muffled attempt at describing it anyway. That was a really good view. Really, really good. Hypnotic, in fact. He wondered if she'd object to him leaning forward just a little more, just enough to rest his nose in that temptingly squishy mass.
"Gnnnnn."
"This is ridiculous. I can't understand a thing you're saying." Tsunade reached around Komui, leaning in close enough to almost bump his nose with her breasts, and untied the gag. "This is getting in the way of my examination. Now let's try this again."
She ran her thumb over his lips. "How are you feeling today?"
"Well, my heart seems to be coping with a bit of pressure." He replied, too distracted to even articulate that impulse to make some sort of innuendo linking penile erections to examinations or her current behaviour. This really wasn't going like how he expected the examination to go at all.
"Are all the valves and tubes joined together correctly?" He asked, in an attempt to seek a professional space again. An attempt that fell flat on its face when he ended the sentence by sucking on her thumb.
"Everything seems to be working just fine." And it was true. A bit too true. Something was off, his heart's performance a bit too perfect. It didn't feel like it should, the chakra pathways not working through the organ like before. Somewhat distracted from her flirtatious ideas, Tsunade dragged her thumb free and slid her hand down his throat so that both hands were on his chest again. "It's different, though. They've changed your heart, made it more . . . efficient. I wonder what it will do under stress."
It was an honest enough question, actually linked to making Komui excercise so she could track performance, but her voice dipped into something far more suggestive than a couple of laps around the biodome.
Komui didn't miss that dip in her voice at all. Part of his mind was sending out heavy warning signals, reminding him it would be an incredibly bad idea to respond in anything but the most neutral of ways. She was obviously under the influence of the cookies, since she'd never flirted like this with him before.
"What sort of a workout would the doctor order? It'd need to be something... hands on." Damn. Damn, damn, damn these cookies and his uncontrollable mouth and her warm hands and the fact that he had to take his shirt off while she kept hers on. He pulled his eyes up towards her face once more.
"I'm open to suggestion." She was leaning in, far too close to his mouth. Her training had kicked in enough that she knew this was bad, bad, bad and that she needed to walk out of this suite right the hell now before she did something that neither of them would ever do undrugged. Unfortunately, that voice of reason was losing out to her hands continuing to slide down his chest to his stomach. "I like to keep my patients happy."
Komui let out a little puff of breath. Oh my. That hand was really, really having an effect just below, which would have been quite problematic if he actually had a heart problem. It was one small comfort that her chest was large enough she wouldn't be able to see that particular position without bending down a good bit more.
He paused for a second, his eyes unfocussing. Now that was a thought that brought some incredibly interesting mental images. Komui rubbed his nose, snapping his gaze back to her as he removed his glasses.
"You're doing a rather good job of it already." He whispered, leaning forward just a bit more. Their faces were close enough he could feel the heat of her breath. It hardly took more than a light tilt of his head to press their lips together.
Rather than protesting, or decking him, or any of the other, numerous responses that would have made a lot of sense? Tsunade kissed him back with a soft hum, reaching behind him to rest her hands on the back of the chair as she leaned over top of him. One hand buried itself in his hair and tugged, forcing his head back and into a more comfortable position for her. Why was it that she wasn't supposed to be kissing him? It was hard to remember while slanting her mouth against his greedily.
It was increasingly hard to form coherent thoughts in this state, but Komui did find himself satisfied to know his theory about ninjas not being very shy in these sorts of situations to be correct. She was controlling and talented and delightfully soft against his bare chest, enough that the twinging of his ribs was worth it as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her a bit tighter. Little things like propriety and breathing could wait until later.
The angles just weren't working. Tsunade was a petite woman, but with Komui sitting it was just awkward trying to lean into him. There was only one possible solution. Her arms slid over his shoulders as she moved to straddle him and sit in his lap, pressing their chests together. A little grind of her hips gave her all the confirmation she needed that her patient was indeed enjoying himself. His hair was tugged again, trying to tip his chin back enough that she'd be able to kiss across his throat.
Komui let out a low groan at that grind, pushing back. She was good. This was going to be good. He was starting to get just a bit light-headed from the kissing, but ever so conveniently, she pulled away and started tugging at him more, her mouth working on his neck as he took deep breaths, clearing his head.
Oh god, she was, she was... she wasn't Ping. Komui shot to his feet, flailing his arms in panic as he suddenly remembered why this was a stupid idea and a terrible thing to do and a complete and utter mess and he was a bad, bad man.
"Gyah! Y-y-y-you kissing gyah! That's not a medical examination!" And with that he fled, half-naked and in a state of disarray, flapping into the bathroom and locking the door.
"Ow." Lying on her back on the floor, Tsunade rubbed her head. Smacking her skull against tiles was more effective than a bucket full of ice water. That, and watching Komui run through the suite like an overgrown bird having a seizure. What the hell. Groaning, she rolled to her feet. No, that was not a medical examination. That was a complete failure on her part to control the side effects of those damn cookies.
"Your heart's fine, Komui," she yelled at the bathroom as she headed toward the door of the suite. It was for the best if she just left, all things considered. Thankfully no one else had been around to see her at her most humiliating. Maybe knocking her arm out was the way to go, after all.
Where: Komui's room 3A
When: BACKDATED to Monday
Summary: It's hard to be professional when everyone involved has been dosed with aphrodisiacs
Rating: R
Warnings: Two adults flirting and getting... friendly
Komui wasn't calm. He wasn't controlled. It was hard to be, when pumped full of aphrodisiac cookies and about to have a close examination from a very pretty and impressively endowed woman. Usually, the thought of Tsunade's temper and her fists was more than enough to suppress any inappropriate thoughts Komui might fleetingly harbour about the woman, but that wasn't working now. His attempts at imagining her smashing him through a wall seemed to get waylaid at the point where she'd pin him to it and commit various unnameable acts to his very willing body.
If he ever mentioned any of this to her, he knew he was going to walk away with a few broken bones. In his current state, that idea was more of a turn on than a worry, but he had a backup. He had a gag.
Tsunade was trying to show discretion. One cookie a day, just to keep that arm of hers under control. There was too much work to do, and she couldn't spare the chakra to keep her arm knocked out. With her strength, leaving it loose was not an option. Hopefully the fact she knew she was affected would help to keep things under control. She walked into Komui's suite, reminding herself that she was a professional, and professionals do not hit on their patients.
. . . even when they are waiting with a gag. "Komui? What are you doing?"
"Mrr dnnn nrrrrnrrrr dnn rrffff uuu." Komui replied, gesturing widely to illustrate how he didn't want to be punched in the face after talking the wrong way. Was it just him or was she breathing even more seductively today? He pulled his eyes up with a bit of effort, since staring that keenly might also count as a punch-worthy response. He smiled gamely around the gag and lifted up his shirt.
"Dnnn mrrr rfff rr?"
There was a gagged man, taking off his shirt, and staring at her breasts. How exactly was she not supposed to flirt with him? Especially when it was the rather jumpy man that she had traded bodies with before. "Komui, I had no idea you were into that kind of thing."
No, it wasn't totally necessary for the examination, but she walked over to snag the hem of his shirt and continue lifting it so that it was completely removed. "It would just get in the way, after all."
Komui didn't usually care to reveal his lanky, pale torso to the world, especially not now it was bisected with a still-healing scar, but there was something about being stripped by such a powerful woman that made his worries seem less pressing. He gave a chirpy wink to her once his head was freed from the collar.
"Mrrr fff mm brrr?" He asked in a distinctly suggestive mumble, gesturing at his belt. It was a shame that the gag was there, really, that had been a brilliant pun about full body examinations.
"Keep your pants on, Komui. I'm to professional here. I'll take care of everything." Technically, she didn't even have to touch him for this. She could work with chakra and keep her hands just above his chest. Of course, that wasn't how it actually worked out. Instead, she set both hands on his chest and leaned over, bending at the hips so that her cleavage was about at eye level. "How are you feeling right now?"
The reddening of Komui's cheeks and the leap in his heart rate were more than answer enough, but he made a muffled attempt at describing it anyway. That was a really good view. Really, really good. Hypnotic, in fact. He wondered if she'd object to him leaning forward just a little more, just enough to rest his nose in that temptingly squishy mass.
"Gnnnnn."
"This is ridiculous. I can't understand a thing you're saying." Tsunade reached around Komui, leaning in close enough to almost bump his nose with her breasts, and untied the gag. "This is getting in the way of my examination. Now let's try this again."
She ran her thumb over his lips. "How are you feeling today?"
"Well, my heart seems to be coping with a bit of pressure." He replied, too distracted to even articulate that impulse to make some sort of innuendo linking penile erections to examinations or her current behaviour. This really wasn't going like how he expected the examination to go at all.
"Are all the valves and tubes joined together correctly?" He asked, in an attempt to seek a professional space again. An attempt that fell flat on its face when he ended the sentence by sucking on her thumb.
"Everything seems to be working just fine." And it was true. A bit too true. Something was off, his heart's performance a bit too perfect. It didn't feel like it should, the chakra pathways not working through the organ like before. Somewhat distracted from her flirtatious ideas, Tsunade dragged her thumb free and slid her hand down his throat so that both hands were on his chest again. "It's different, though. They've changed your heart, made it more . . . efficient. I wonder what it will do under stress."
It was an honest enough question, actually linked to making Komui excercise so she could track performance, but her voice dipped into something far more suggestive than a couple of laps around the biodome.
Komui didn't miss that dip in her voice at all. Part of his mind was sending out heavy warning signals, reminding him it would be an incredibly bad idea to respond in anything but the most neutral of ways. She was obviously under the influence of the cookies, since she'd never flirted like this with him before.
"What sort of a workout would the doctor order? It'd need to be something... hands on." Damn. Damn, damn, damn these cookies and his uncontrollable mouth and her warm hands and the fact that he had to take his shirt off while she kept hers on. He pulled his eyes up towards her face once more.
"I'm open to suggestion." She was leaning in, far too close to his mouth. Her training had kicked in enough that she knew this was bad, bad, bad and that she needed to walk out of this suite right the hell now before she did something that neither of them would ever do undrugged. Unfortunately, that voice of reason was losing out to her hands continuing to slide down his chest to his stomach. "I like to keep my patients happy."
Komui let out a little puff of breath. Oh my. That hand was really, really having an effect just below, which would have been quite problematic if he actually had a heart problem. It was one small comfort that her chest was large enough she wouldn't be able to see that particular position without bending down a good bit more.
He paused for a second, his eyes unfocussing. Now that was a thought that brought some incredibly interesting mental images. Komui rubbed his nose, snapping his gaze back to her as he removed his glasses.
"You're doing a rather good job of it already." He whispered, leaning forward just a bit more. Their faces were close enough he could feel the heat of her breath. It hardly took more than a light tilt of his head to press their lips together.
Rather than protesting, or decking him, or any of the other, numerous responses that would have made a lot of sense? Tsunade kissed him back with a soft hum, reaching behind him to rest her hands on the back of the chair as she leaned over top of him. One hand buried itself in his hair and tugged, forcing his head back and into a more comfortable position for her. Why was it that she wasn't supposed to be kissing him? It was hard to remember while slanting her mouth against his greedily.
It was increasingly hard to form coherent thoughts in this state, but Komui did find himself satisfied to know his theory about ninjas not being very shy in these sorts of situations to be correct. She was controlling and talented and delightfully soft against his bare chest, enough that the twinging of his ribs was worth it as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her a bit tighter. Little things like propriety and breathing could wait until later.
The angles just weren't working. Tsunade was a petite woman, but with Komui sitting it was just awkward trying to lean into him. There was only one possible solution. Her arms slid over his shoulders as she moved to straddle him and sit in his lap, pressing their chests together. A little grind of her hips gave her all the confirmation she needed that her patient was indeed enjoying himself. His hair was tugged again, trying to tip his chin back enough that she'd be able to kiss across his throat.
Komui let out a low groan at that grind, pushing back. She was good. This was going to be good. He was starting to get just a bit light-headed from the kissing, but ever so conveniently, she pulled away and started tugging at him more, her mouth working on his neck as he took deep breaths, clearing his head.
Oh god, she was, she was... she wasn't Ping. Komui shot to his feet, flailing his arms in panic as he suddenly remembered why this was a stupid idea and a terrible thing to do and a complete and utter mess and he was a bad, bad man.
"Gyah! Y-y-y-you kissing gyah! That's not a medical examination!" And with that he fled, half-naked and in a state of disarray, flapping into the bathroom and locking the door.
"Ow." Lying on her back on the floor, Tsunade rubbed her head. Smacking her skull against tiles was more effective than a bucket full of ice water. That, and watching Komui run through the suite like an overgrown bird having a seizure. What the hell. Groaning, she rolled to her feet. No, that was not a medical examination. That was a complete failure on her part to control the side effects of those damn cookies.
"Your heart's fine, Komui," she yelled at the bathroom as she headed toward the door of the suite. It was for the best if she just left, all things considered. Thankfully no one else had been around to see her at her most humiliating. Maybe knocking her arm out was the way to go, after all.