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[inverdure]

Who: Ino and Suigetsu
What: When there's a handsy guy / who wants in your pants / WHO YOU GONNA CALL? / SUIGETSU.
Where: Apparently, in Shibuya.
When: Valentine's Day, after THIS call. (There's a link there when I get off work. Promise.)
Warnings: [action] style logging. Yes, I'm warning you for that. Matureish themes and probably swearing. Don't

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[ohgodthoseteeth]

[So apparently, Ino carried a tazer.

And apparently, some schmuck had given her cause to use it on him. (Suigetsu can hazard a guess where- hey, some people just aren't meant to procreate. Ino did the world a favor.)

And apparently, the incident had rattled her enough to call. Suigetsu isn't stupid- even half-asleep, he could tell something was off.

So despite the fact that his little, shit ass car that clanked and clunked and nonetheless got him where he needed to go was low on gas, despite the fact that he'd be driving in Shibuya at night, he'd rolled off the couch and threw on whatever clothes were strewn nearby (including the ridiculous panda hat he bought on a whim with Sasuke's money), shuffled out the door, and hit the road

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[ And there's the stupid shark-toothed face now.

She immediately perks up when she sees Suigetsu coming, pushing herself off the wall with a shoulder, tottering in her four inch heels. Unlike him, she's dressed to kill--or taze, apparently--and freezing her ass off, because miniskirts aren't really meant for the outdoors.

That doesn't really seem to matter much anymore, though, because her heart is pounding again. ]

Hey.

[ She plays it cool with a small smile, though the relief is evident in her tone. For the first time, she feels safer, comforted, and it shows, just a little. ]

[ohgodthoseteeth]

[He returns the hat to its proper place on top of his head and holds her by the shoulders to steady her- high heels are hot, sure, but Suigetsu's never understood how they're conducive to anything but a concussion or twisted ankles and skinned knees.

Not to mention she may as well have gone out naked (he likes this idea) for all the good her outfit's doing her.

Regardless, she seems like she's happy to see him-

Which makes him happy for a reason he's not getting into here, or maybe ever. Yeah, how about that.]

Hey.

[Impulse takes over and he leans in, kisses her forehead.]

You all right?

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[ At first, her only reaction to his hands on her shoulders, to him leaning in close is to freeze, all the muscles in her body tensing with the grip of some irrational terror.

But this is Suigetsu--and she recovers quickly, closing her eyes, briefly, at the kiss, savoring that small bit of contact. It's so gentle that she has to bite her lip against the burning in the corners of her eyes, knot her fingers behind her back to resist the urge to throw her arms around him and cling. ]

Yeah.

[ In spite of her best efforts, it comes out quietly, and she nods her head for emphasis. It's alright. I'm alright. She isn't sure if it's true, exactly, but it's close enough.

Finally, she gives in a little and pushes his hand off her shoulder, threading her fingers in his. A quick exhale, to brace herself, then-- ]

What took you so long?

[ohgodthoseteeth]

[Theirs is not a touchy-feely kind of relationship- if that's what you'd call this thing they've got going. The banter and the innuendo and the sex (not just good sex, great sex). It's comfortable, there's a certain rhythm involved, a certain flow that makes it easy to sit back and ride the current along without steering or wondering where it's gonna dump you off.

Still, Suigetsu can't stop his eyebrows from quirking up when she takes hold of his hand- he'd caught that little bit of tension from before, could feel it, in fact. So while Ino's carrying herself pretty well, and he gives her a lot of credit for it, she's not entirely okay.

And she called him to make it better.

Already, the current is shifting, just a bit.

To cover this sudden- and inconvenient -revelation, he huffs indignantly and starts to walk, towing her along with him.]

That's all you have to say to the guy who set aside some much needed, blissful sleep in order to rescue you?

[He shakes his head, even as he tightens his grip on her fingers.]I'm so

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[ She's not completely fooled by his attitude; the both of them have always had too much pride to lose face on anything. It's why she doesn't tell him that she's freaked out and kindofmaybesortof needs him and why he doesn't tell her that he came all the way out here because he cares.

But she gets the gist.

Her smile comes a little more easily now with his hand in hers and the tight grip of his fingers. After the initial pull, she falls into step with him, staying close to his side because he's warm and safe and comfortable and it's never felt so good to be near someone. ]

Rescue me, huh?

[ Normally, she would protest this, insist that she never needed rescuing and had the situation totally under control, but she's willing to compromise a little. The less she can talk about it, the better. ]

Come on, admit it. You wanted to come to Shibuya in the middle of the night.