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I'm going to hell for this.
Inosuke loved being with his girls. Asuka, Shikako, Chouko; they'd probably take offense if he actually called them "his girls" in public (or, well, Chouko probably wouldn't, but that was because she was so sweet~), but they were still his. His to watch over, take care of, pick on, and generally makes their lives miserable and great in turns.
It was a wonderful job.
So when Shikako mentioned that she was going over to sensei's for a game of shougi, of course he invited himself along; there usually wasn't anything for him to do during those trips, because shougi went way over his head and obviously it wasn't a game for three anyway, but he liked laying around watching or maybe taking a nap or making dinner or something. For all his griping about sensei's house smelling funny, it was a comfortable smell, and her couch was old and well used and perfect for napping on. It made for a great way to spend the afternoon.
This afternoon, however, didn't work quite the way he expected it to.
"I win," he heard Shikako say from just outside the open door, where the two female members of his team were playing on the porch. "My bet, then."
He leaned up from where he was curled on the couch, resting an elbow on the arm, to peer through the door at them. If he knew Shikako, she was going to ask out of some kind of work. Most probably paperwork. Tsurude was just going to keep dumping jounin level missions on her even if she refused to climb the ranks - sometimes she was so stubborn. Course, that was what made her cute, but still...
"What, then." Asuka didn't sound particularly surprised at the loss. That was probably because she always lost. "What do I have to do this time?"
Shikako visibly steeled herself, sitting up a little straighter from her usual slouch. "Kiss me."
Inosuke almost fell off the couch.
Asuka looked like she might have fallen off the couch herself, if she was sitting on a couch to fall off of. "What? Why?"
"Because." This time the chuunin looked more bored than nervous, though she wasn't to the point of yawning yet. "Temaru said kissing a smoker was like licking an ashtray. I wanted to see if that was true."
Inosuke almost fell off the couch again when Shikako said 'licking.' Oh god. Shikako. And sensei. Kissing. WITH TONGUE (please let there be tongue). It was like. It was like. SO HOT.
This was his payment for being such a good shinobi. He knew it. He held his breath and tried to think small thoughts so sensei wouldn't remember he was there and refuse. (Refusing would make him cry.)
He withheld the urge to do just that when Asuka leaned back slightly, a look of wtf and something else he couldn't quite identify on her face. "That's just - no, it's not like licking an ashtray, you don't need to try it to know it. No way."
The younger woman pursed her lips in annoyance. "You agreed to whatever bet I placed. Don't renege on me now."
Don't renege, don't renege, Inosuke chanted silently in echo. Don't renege, just kiss her sensei, MAKE WITH THE SEX ALREADY.
There would have been a very sad Inosuke moping on the couch for the rest of the day (for the rest of the WEEK) if Asuka hadn't finally given in. But she did give in, after another minute of protesting and logical reasons why she should from Shikako, before she finally just growled and reached over the shougi board to pull the chuunin into a kiss.
And there was tongue. HE COULD SEE IT. HIS FIFTH FAVORITE WET DREAM COMING TRUE BEFORE HIS EYES ~ (his first favorite would have been being in the middle of those two, but beggars can't be choosy).
He could now die a happy ninja.
When they finally did part (after entirely too long a time during which Inosuke was a happy puddle on the couch), Shikako licked her lips in a bored way that only she could pull off.
"Hmm." She sat back and readjusted her shirt. "Not bad. Kureno still kisses better, though."
This time, Inosuke really did fall off the couch.
*runs from Shikako's wrath*
Inosuke loved being with his girls. Asuka, Shikako, Chouko; they'd probably take offense if he actually called them "his girls" in public (or, well, Chouko probably wouldn't, but that was because she was so sweet~), but they were still his. His to watch over, take care of, pick on, and generally makes their lives miserable and great in turns.
It was a wonderful job.
So when Shikako mentioned that she was going over to sensei's for a game of shougi, of course he invited himself along; there usually wasn't anything for him to do during those trips, because shougi went way over his head and obviously it wasn't a game for three anyway, but he liked laying around watching or maybe taking a nap or making dinner or something. For all his griping about sensei's house smelling funny, it was a comfortable smell, and her couch was old and well used and perfect for napping on. It made for a great way to spend the afternoon.
This afternoon, however, didn't work quite the way he expected it to.
"I win," he heard Shikako say from just outside the open door, where the two female members of his team were playing on the porch. "My bet, then."
He leaned up from where he was curled on the couch, resting an elbow on the arm, to peer through the door at them. If he knew Shikako, she was going to ask out of some kind of work. Most probably paperwork. Tsurude was just going to keep dumping jounin level missions on her even if she refused to climb the ranks - sometimes she was so stubborn. Course, that was what made her cute, but still...
"What, then." Asuka didn't sound particularly surprised at the loss. That was probably because she always lost. "What do I have to do this time?"
Shikako visibly steeled herself, sitting up a little straighter from her usual slouch. "Kiss me."
Inosuke almost fell off the couch.
Asuka looked like she might have fallen off the couch herself, if she was sitting on a couch to fall off of. "What? Why?"
"Because." This time the chuunin looked more bored than nervous, though she wasn't to the point of yawning yet. "Temaru said kissing a smoker was like licking an ashtray. I wanted to see if that was true."
Inosuke almost fell off the couch again when Shikako said 'licking.' Oh god. Shikako. And sensei. Kissing. WITH TONGUE (please let there be tongue). It was like. It was like. SO HOT.
This was his payment for being such a good shinobi. He knew it. He held his breath and tried to think small thoughts so sensei wouldn't remember he was there and refuse. (Refusing would make him cry.)
He withheld the urge to do just that when Asuka leaned back slightly, a look of wtf and something else he couldn't quite identify on her face. "That's just - no, it's not like licking an ashtray, you don't need to try it to know it. No way."
The younger woman pursed her lips in annoyance. "You agreed to whatever bet I placed. Don't renege on me now."
Don't renege, don't renege, Inosuke chanted silently in echo. Don't renege, just kiss her sensei, MAKE WITH THE SEX ALREADY.
There would have been a very sad Inosuke moping on the couch for the rest of the day (for the rest of the WEEK) if Asuka hadn't finally given in. But she did give in, after another minute of protesting and logical reasons why she should from Shikako, before she finally just growled and reached over the shougi board to pull the chuunin into a kiss.
And there was tongue. HE COULD SEE IT. HIS FIFTH FAVORITE WET DREAM COMING TRUE BEFORE HIS EYES ~ (his first favorite would have been being in the middle of those two, but beggars can't be choosy).
He could now die a happy ninja.
When they finally did part (after entirely too long a time during which Inosuke was a happy puddle on the couch), Shikako licked her lips in a bored way that only she could pull off.
"Hmm." She sat back and readjusted her shirt. "Not bad. Kureno still kisses better, though."
This time, Inosuke really did fall off the couch.
*runs from Shikako's wrath*