[Genma/Ino] Fuck The Rules
Title: Fuck The Rules
Rating: PG-13
Genre: drama, romance
Pairing: Genma/Ino
Summary: 'No feelings' was the most important rule.
Warnings: Mentions of sexual situations, some language.
Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns blaa blaa blaa.
Notes: Fluffy Genma/Ino! I think I've gone mad.
Fuck The Rules
"I love you." His voice was clear, chipper even, as he smiled down at her and curled a lock of white blond hair around his index finger. Genma had always liked her hair.
Ino looked up at him, blue eyes narrowing into slits as she gave his stupid, happy smile a suspicious glare. She slapped his hands away from her hair, and huffing, crossed her arms against her chest, chin slightly tilted.
"No, you don't." She said evenly, emphasizing the 'no'. She and Genma were in a perfectly non-consensual, no-strings-attached relationship, that consisted of amazing sex, and amazing sex only. Having no feelings between them was part of the deal, dammit, and there Genma was, breaking the most important rule they had agreed on. Ino growled; she was still painfully aroused from Genma's prior advances - she had planned a nice, passionate and satifying night and had been thoroughly happy with the progress of the evening, but then - Ino growled again - then, he just had to destroy everything! And, to top it all, he had decided on holding her tightly against his chest instead of thrusting in and out of her.
Ino growled.
Genma let out a soft laugh. "Yes, I do," he said into her hair - he really liked her hair, "I love you."
"No."
"Yes."
".... No."
"Ye-"
"God damn it, Genma!" Ino suddenly yelled and extracted herself from him. She stood up, ignoring the fact that she was naked, save for the white panties she hadn't got the chance to discard, and placed her hands on her hips. "We have rules, Genma, you know that! And you, you said it first: no. Feelings. And as far as I know, and even though I'm a blonde doesn't mean I'm stupid, love constitutes as a freaking feeling!" She panted, her brow furrowed as she glared at Genma. Ino needed him to understand that if he couldn't be allowed to love her, because then she could love him back and that was just unacceptable.
The special jounin sighed deeply before getting up, stretching his stiff muscles; Ino stared at the man in disbelief as he stretched his lean body, completely ignoring her outburst. Huffing again, she crossed her arms once more, and was about to say something nasty, something really scathing that'd definitely attract his attention, when she was abruptly enveloped in a tight, yet gentle hug.
Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and the low rumble of his voice felt comfortable on her skin. "I know what I said, Ino-chan-" Ino the scowled at the childish nickname, "and you, if anybody, should know that I make rules only to break them." Genma looked down at her, the look in his brown eyes completely serious for once; Ino felt a light blush appear on her face at his intense gaze.
"I love, you, Ino. I never meant for it to happen, but it did - I hate it when other men look at you, and I certainly never want you to look at another man. Ino, please..." his voice was so small, so unlike the cocky Shiranui Genma Ino knew. Instictively, her arms wound around the older man's torso, and she nuzzled her nose into his neck, sighing out of contentment or frustration, she didn't know. Genma hugged her closer, and she could feel his fingers threading through her hair.
They stayed like that for a moment, before Ino let go of Genma and tentatively, gave him a tiny, genuine smile, and lifted her hand to touch his cheek in an almost experimenting manner. Genma closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Ino studied him carefully, and trailed her fingertips along the curve of his upper lip, his jaw, eyebrows... It was like she had never really seen him, and maybe she hadn't; when they fucked, her face was always pressed against his shoulders, or if she rode him, her eyes were closed in rapture.
And god, he was beautiful. Ino swallowed, and in a sudden wave of all those emotions she had tried to supress because of the rules, she grabbed Genma's shoulders and pulled him back into an embrace.
"Maybe... we could start breaking the rules now?" she said quietly, and Genma kissed her temple.
fin.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: drama, romance
Pairing: Genma/Ino
Summary: 'No feelings' was the most important rule.
Warnings: Mentions of sexual situations, some language.
Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns blaa blaa blaa.
Notes: Fluffy Genma/Ino! I think I've gone mad.
Fuck The Rules
"I love you." His voice was clear, chipper even, as he smiled down at her and curled a lock of white blond hair around his index finger. Genma had always liked her hair.
Ino looked up at him, blue eyes narrowing into slits as she gave his stupid, happy smile a suspicious glare. She slapped his hands away from her hair, and huffing, crossed her arms against her chest, chin slightly tilted.
"No, you don't." She said evenly, emphasizing the 'no'. She and Genma were in a perfectly non-consensual, no-strings-attached relationship, that consisted of amazing sex, and amazing sex only. Having no feelings between them was part of the deal, dammit, and there Genma was, breaking the most important rule they had agreed on. Ino growled; she was still painfully aroused from Genma's prior advances - she had planned a nice, passionate and satifying night and had been thoroughly happy with the progress of the evening, but then - Ino growled again - then, he just had to destroy everything! And, to top it all, he had decided on holding her tightly against his chest instead of thrusting in and out of her.
Ino growled.
Genma let out a soft laugh. "Yes, I do," he said into her hair - he really liked her hair, "I love you."
"No."
"Yes."
".... No."
"Ye-"
"God damn it, Genma!" Ino suddenly yelled and extracted herself from him. She stood up, ignoring the fact that she was naked, save for the white panties she hadn't got the chance to discard, and placed her hands on her hips. "We have rules, Genma, you know that! And you, you said it first: no. Feelings. And as far as I know, and even though I'm a blonde doesn't mean I'm stupid, love constitutes as a freaking feeling!" She panted, her brow furrowed as she glared at Genma. Ino needed him to understand that if he couldn't be allowed to love her, because then she could love him back and that was just unacceptable.
The special jounin sighed deeply before getting up, stretching his stiff muscles; Ino stared at the man in disbelief as he stretched his lean body, completely ignoring her outburst. Huffing again, she crossed her arms once more, and was about to say something nasty, something really scathing that'd definitely attract his attention, when she was abruptly enveloped in a tight, yet gentle hug.
Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and the low rumble of his voice felt comfortable on her skin. "I know what I said, Ino-chan-" Ino the scowled at the childish nickname, "and you, if anybody, should know that I make rules only to break them." Genma looked down at her, the look in his brown eyes completely serious for once; Ino felt a light blush appear on her face at his intense gaze.
"I love, you, Ino. I never meant for it to happen, but it did - I hate it when other men look at you, and I certainly never want you to look at another man. Ino, please..." his voice was so small, so unlike the cocky Shiranui Genma Ino knew. Instictively, her arms wound around the older man's torso, and she nuzzled her nose into his neck, sighing out of contentment or frustration, she didn't know. Genma hugged her closer, and she could feel his fingers threading through her hair.
They stayed like that for a moment, before Ino let go of Genma and tentatively, gave him a tiny, genuine smile, and lifted her hand to touch his cheek in an almost experimenting manner. Genma closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Ino studied him carefully, and trailed her fingertips along the curve of his upper lip, his jaw, eyebrows... It was like she had never really seen him, and maybe she hadn't; when they fucked, her face was always pressed against his shoulders, or if she rode him, her eyes were closed in rapture.
And god, he was beautiful. Ino swallowed, and in a sudden wave of all those emotions she had tried to supress because of the rules, she grabbed Genma's shoulders and pulled him back into an embrace.
"Maybe... we could start breaking the rules now?" she said quietly, and Genma kissed her temple.
fin.