PRIVATE:Kakashi/Uo Date Log - Part 1
Private Log
Summary: Uo and Kakashi go out on a date at a dance club. Maddness ensues.
Warnings: Language and Sexual situations
Stepping out of the front door of her small appartment, Uotani walked briskly down the street. She'd told Kakashi that she would meet him in front of the pet store, and she hoped he was on time. She was a woman with a busy schedule, after all. She didn't have time for slow-pokes.
Kakashi was, and always would be, Kakashi. Which is to say, habitually late. About ten minutes after he was supposed to be there, he wandered up, the crinkle in his eye showing that he smiled beneath his mask as he sketched a slight bow. "Hello."
Uo was tapping her foot impatiently as Kakashi finally appeared. "Oh, so now you decide to show up." She shook her head in annoyance and spun on her heel. "Alright, let's go." Uo glanced over her shoulder at him as they walked. "Thanks to your tardiness I'm going to have have a hell of a time calming down the others. You know it's not easy getting a yankee to lend you her bike!"
"I was distracted," Kakashi answered, not repentant at all. "I wouldn't know about bike lending, Uo."
"Hmm." She still didn't seem happy. "Well, you know how to ride--right?"
"I'm a fast learner."
"You'd better not be shitting me." Turning a corner, the two were greeted with the site of one very grumpy looking yankee leaning against a stone wall.
"Oi, Uo!" The yankee glowered. "Everyone else is already gone, so you only get one bike--you owe me for waiting around this long!"
"Only one?" Uo huffed. "Fine." She turned to Kakashi. "I'm driving--don't touch anything."
kakashi raised his eyebrow. "If I don't touch anything, how am I going to sit on the bike?"
"You don't touch the *bike*. Just hold on to my waist."
Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck and laughed, "Well of course then."
Uo climbed onto the motorcycle and waited for Kakashi to climb on behind her. She made sure to take off at top speed before he was completely settled into the seat.
Looking over her shoulder at him, she smiled. "Like the ride so far?"
He used chakra control to keep himself mildly attached to the bike, before slipping his arms around her waist, glad of his mask hiding the grin. "It's quick."
"You ain't seen nothing yet." Gunning the engine, she spun the bike out onto the main road, swerving between cars and narrowly missing running over a paperboy on a bicycle.She grinned. "We'll be there in about ten minutes. You good until then?"
"I'm sure I'll survive," he said above the roar of the engines, tightening his arms about her waist. He wasn't worried about falling off - but this was as good an excuse as any to hang onto the abrsive woman.
They continued to fly down the road at a breakneck speed, and Uo laughed. "I'm really impressed so far, Kakashi-san. I thought you were just a dirty old man who read porn all day. This could be a fun day yet."
"Hey, I'm not old!" Odd, what he chose to take offence at.
"Oh yeah?" She narrowly missed being run over by a garbage truck as she swerved into the other lane. "What's with the hair, then? You a mad professor or something?"
"White hair's hereditary... and Or Something might work - do you think I can put that on a resume?" he asked, his hand inching up a bit as they swerved, resting -just- beneath the swell of her breast.
She snorted, choosing to ignore his wandering hands. "You could put that on a resume, sure--if you wanted them to think you were a total nut!" She abruptly slammed on the breaks and brought the motorcycle to a stop in front of a rather seedy looking establishment. "We're here. Still up for it?"
He didn't let her go just yet. "You never did tell me what you'd had planned."
"Not much." She slipped out of his grasp and brushed some of the dirt off of her clothes. "I'm more of a free spirit, y'know? Planning just makes things boring." She jerked her head towards the establishment. "I thought we could start here, grab a couple of drinks, and figure things out after that."
he was amused. "I don't see how being one of the guys will make you feel more hetero..."
"Shit, you're right." She suddenly looked stricken. "We'll, uh...go to a dance club after this, yeah? You *do* know how to dance, right old man?"
"I'm not an old man."
"I'll take that as a yes." She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the store. Picking out two bottles of cheap alchohol, she payed, and proceeded to drag Kakashi back outside.
He was beginning to feel like a piece of luggage, however her assertive personality WAS amusing, so he went along with it. "Yes, I can dance."
Uo looked slightly surprised at his response, but she quickly covered it up with a sharp nod of her head. "Good. Here, hold onto this bag and get back on the bike." She pushed the bag of alchohol into his hands and climbed up onto the seat. Once they were both on, she took off and headed for the nearest dance club.
A short time later, she pulled into another parking lot. "Alright, here we are." She headed for the entrance.
"Allow me a stupid question but - why did you buy liquor when we're going to a club that probably sells it?"
Uo appeared slightly flustered and pretended not to hear the question.
He grinned behind his mask, putting the bag in the keepr on the back of the motorcycle, and slipped an arm around her waist. "So let's dance. I'll prove I'm not old, if you won't take my word for it," there was teasing in his tone.
Uo smirked and pulled him into the club. "That's going to take a lot of convincing."
"Ah, but to convince you," he leaned down from behind her and put his mouth near to her ear, "you'll have to let me get in close."
"You've gotta earn that proximity, Kakashi-san." She smiled, but her eyes flashed warningly. "But come on--get on to the dance floor. Let's see what you've got."
"You'll have to drop the 'san and come dance with me," he said, taking her hand nd walking bckward onto the floor.
Uo shook her head, lond blond hair flowing over her shoulders as she allowed him to pull her on to the dance floor. Beginning to sway her hips to the beat, she looked him over and cocked an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to get hot wearing that vest and mask?"
He looked around and saw a hook high up on the ceiling. He flipped up and hung upside down while he took off the vest and hung it up, before hopping back down and starting to dance with her. "Hadn't thought of that. The mask stays, though." There was a grin in his voice as he moved sinuously in all his skin-tight-black ninja glory.
"Hmm, flashy." Uo had a hard time keeping the smile from her face as they began to dance closer together. "So how old *are* you, exactly?"
"Twenty-seven years, sixteen days, and several hours and minutes and seconds," he said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Is that old?" he wanted to know, though his tone was more bemused than curious.
She smirked. "Yeah, that's old." She reached for his hands and placed them on her waist. "But we'll see if that's such a bad thing."
He slipped his hands so they rested on her hips a bit and moved in closer as he drew one up her side to guide one of her arms to rest over his shoulder. "Hn."
"'Hn'?" Uo continued to sway her hips sensously as she allowed Kakashi to guide her arm over his shoulder. Twiriling a finger around a strand of his hair, she questioned, "Having second thoughts about this or something?"
"No," he answered, moving in closer as they danced, visible eye dancing.
"Good." She swung her other arm over his shoulders and brought her self flush up against him.
Now this was DEFINITELY more like it. His hands slipped from her hips to the small of her back as they moved.
"So tell me, Kakashi," she breathed his named into his ear as she brought her face closer to his neck. "Have you ever tried putting those porn manga of yours into action?"
"Some," he admitted, running a hand down her back to rest lightly on her bottom as he nuzzled the top of her hair just a bit through his mask. She smelled nice. "Have something in mind?"
She gave him an innocent look. "Of course I don't. I've only read your yuri manga, after all. I was just wondering if all your stories were as...interesting." She began to run her fingernails across the back of his neck, through the cloth of his mask.
He shivered slightly at the touch. "Some more interesting than others," he promised.
"Sounds promising." She slid her hands quickly off his shoulders and over his chest before stepping out of his grip. She tugged on his sleeve, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "So, you want that drink now?"
He sighed in frustration at her abrupt departure, but slipped his hand around her waist. "What would you like to drink?"
She shrugged, leading him towards the bar. "I'll have whatever you're having."
"I don't drink."
Uo stopped in surprise. "Huh? You don't?"
"Not generally, no," He answered, raising an amused brow, his eye crinkling a little once more. "Is that a problem?"
"I guess not." She flashed a wry smile. "I'm only a social drinker, myself. But," she waved her hand, gesturing at the club. "Why'd you let me take you here if you weren't going to get anything alcoholic?"
"I got to dance with you," he replied, "of course."
"Hm." She blushed slightly, but tried to cover it up by quickly looking away. "Well...I don't know what else to do, then."
He slid his hand down her back to the small of it. "We could dance some more."
She smiled brightly. "Do you really want to?"
He pulled her flush up against himself. "yeah."
Uo kept grinning as she began to sway with Kakashi once again. "If I didn't know better, I'd think that there might be something else you wanted." She brushed her breasts against his chest and continued dancing.
"Well," he shrugged. "Wanting and getting are two different things, aren't they? And I liked dancing with you," he pointed out as he led her back onto the floor and started them dancing again, keeping her close, he leaned to murmur in her ear. "I like the way you feel against me when you dance, and I like the way your hair smells, too."
"Kakashi, you flatter me."
"That was the intent."
Uo smiled, brushing her hair back over her shoulders. "Well then." She looked pleased.
"Aa," he agreed, moulding their bodies together on the dance floor. He slid his hands down her back once again, but instead of lightly resting them atop her bottom, he took a bit of a handful.
Uo raised her eyebrows, her mouth forming an "O" in surprise. "You're very...er, forward." She didn't seem like she was about to move out of his grasp, however.
"Well, you Did say you wanted to make sure you were interested in men. And, well, dancing I suppose may help, if that's all you want...." He leaned down to n uzzle her again as the darkness of the dancefloor allowed his hand to keep massaging her bottom. "If you want more than that, I'm more than willing to oblidge."
"Ah..." She blushed again, glad that his shoulder obscured her face from his sight. She continued dancing in silence for a few minutes, running his offer over in her mind.
He kept her close and tight against his nicely muscled body, one hand continuing to gently massage her rear as the other slid up her side.
Uo relaxed against his touch, enjoying the feel of his hand on her side. She closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder.
He slid his hand up into her hair a moment, feeling the soft texture, before slipping it down her side again, brushing along the outer swell of her breast.
She twitched slightly at the touch, but assumed that his hand had just slipped. They continued dancing.
He noticed, and played 'nice' for several minutes longer while they danced, his one hand resting on her waist, the other continuing to gently massage her rear.
Uo felt herself becoming more comfortable with the ninja. She pressed her hips close against his, and began running her hands across his muscled back.
His soft humm of appreciation was lost in the loud music, but for the vibration against her fingertips. His hand wandered once more, trailing through her hair then along her side once more, the edge of his palm brusting the side of her breast as it pased.
She shivered at his touch, releasing a small breath against the side of his mask. She slipped her fingers up into his hair and began stroking it.
Taking this as encouragement, Kakashi leaned down a bit, nuzzling at her throat. The warm air leaving through his mask fluttered against her skin like almost-kisses.
Uo apparently liked this, as was evident by her sudden tightening grasp on his hair. Running her lips across his masked neck, she began to slow their movement, finding a more sensual tempo than that of the music.
He continued to do this, bringing the hand stroking her side forward just a little, gently cupping her breast.
She drew in a breath sharply, pausing her movement and pulling herself up tight against him.
"You like that?" he asked so only she could hear.
"I..ah...I..." she couldn't seem to form words in reply to Kakashi's question, and she was standing still as a board.
"Hmm?" he nuzzled her throat again and pulled back to look down at her as he gently cupped her breast again, brushing his thumb along her nipple.
"--wha. What are you DOING?!" Jerking away from him before he could react, Uo punched Kakashi square in the jaw, knocking him back on to the dance floor where his head hit with an unsettling *crack*.
Before he could respond at all - she'd attacked him! For no reason! Unfortunately, he'd let his guard down a bit, and the moment he was tossed down by the unsettling power-hook, his head hit the floor and darkness claimed him.
Uo stopped, open-mouthed. "Oh shit." she grumbled. "I did it again."
"I told you, no more doing that," a gruff voice came from hiiigh above her. The next moment, a large burly man picked Kakashi up under one arm, glancing to make sure there was no blood or anything, then tucked her underneath his other and carried them towrad the door. "Out you go."
"But--hey!" Uo struggled, but it was no use. The bouncer's grip was a hard as iron, and a moment later both she and the unconcious Kakashi were lying on the sidewalk in front of the dance club. She scratched her head, looking at Kakashi. "Now what do I do?"