Pairing dice - Sachiko/Kiba
Despite this being one of my pairing-dice stories, this is all Spaz's fault. And it's set sometime in the future. First attempt, be kind? :D;;
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The rain had stopped over an hour ago but Sachiko was still damp. And cold as body heat failed to keep the moisture saturating her clothes warm. Even her hair hadn't fully dried but that could be blamed on Fire Country's infamous humidity which only got worse the farther south you went. Next to her, Kiba and Akako looked as miserable as she did. They were heading north to home.
Sachiko had become too well acquainted with the stench of damp dog during the mission to complain about it now.
Thankfully the mission had been a success. Escort a lesser daimyo's tax collector in a province where not the most savory of characters had claimed as their home. The attackers had been disciplined but still civilian and therefore no match for the team of two--no, three, Sachiko corrected her musings. Akako had pulled her weight quite well. At least two of the survivors were going to have problems with the limbs Akako had maimed.
The gloom beneath the thick canopy of trees was thickening. Soon it would be too dark to see. Sachiko looked around for a suitable place for them to stay the night as they were still two days from Konoha. Finding it, she brushed a hand over Kiba's shoulder to indicate where. And wondered at why Kiba tensed as a tightly coiled spring from such a light contact. The mission was over. Only an idiot would try and attack them this close to Konoha. She glanced at the Inuzuka with hard, questioning eyes and decided she didn't like the glassy look in the other woman's. Dammitt, Kiba, you better not be getting sick.
Kiba set up the two-man tent while Sachiko got the fire going. Sachiko always insisted on making the fire. Part of it pride, part of it because she always had to have it just so. Thankfully Kiba didn't complain. Just kind of shrugged and went with it. Akako simply flopped down near Sachiko to watch. Otherwise, Kiba had been quite strident about making sure Sachiko knew who the alpha team leader of their group was. Not that the Uchiha cared overmuch. She was just glad to finally be allowed on a mission higher than D-rank where she could also get out of the village.
Sachiko fed the fire slowly. Once it was as she liked she then started tying wires to kunai and after a few precise throws she had rigged up a kind of clothesline squared around the fire. Moving to ninety degrees from the tent, she took off her shirt and wrung it out as much as she could before going back by the fire to drape the shirt over a line. As an afterthought she removed the forehead protector as well and used a hairpin to stick hold it on the line.
She heard the soft pop of kawarimi and heard the thud of a log hitting the ground. If nothing else, that jutsu was useful for providing instant logs to sit on. Her hands went to her belt and stopped when she felt a weighty gaze pinning her. Kiba was sitting on the log and staring at Sachiko with a fixedness that suddenly made her acutely aware of the mesh undershirt and red satin bra she had on. She shivered, but that was from the fact while her front was toasty warm her back was freezing. The wet clothes hadn't provided any sort of warmth but they had kept a thin shell of heated air close to her skin.
Glassy eyes and now, if the firelight wasn't playing tricks, Kiba was looking a little flushed as well. She hadn't taken off anything yet which added to Sachiko's suspicion that the Inuzuka was sick. A quick glance to Akako showed the dog was watching Kiba intently.
Wishing she spoke ninken Sachiko instead returned her attention to Kiba and frowned. "Kiba, you're staring," she admonished and resumed undressing, revealing a matching pair of red satin panties.
"S-sorry," Kiba stammered and didn't quite look away.
Sachiko said nothing as she unthreaded the belt from the waistband of her shorts and the waist-pouch loops. Pouch tucked between thighs to give arms better range of movement so belt and pants could be hung over the line next to her shirt. Arm warmers next. The mesh shirt Sachiko kept on, along with her shoes. Those she would keep on until she actually fell asleep.
She opened her mouth to tell Kiba to take off her clothes when Akako whined softly. Kiba looked to be in her own little world. Sachiko closed her mouth with a sigh. Weapons pouch in one hand she went to where Kiba sat and put the pouch down before pulling Kiba up to her feet.
Kiba jerked and the slitted eyes focused on Sachiko. "What? I-Is something wrong?" But they were still glassy, and Kiba's face flushed more.
"You're still wrapped up in wet clothes, that's what's wrong," Sachiko retorted before tugging the zipper of Kiba's coat down. "Just because the mission's over doesn't give you the excuse to ignore taking care of yourself."
"Hey!" Kiba protested, indignant. Her eyes cleared a little, which Sachiko took for a good sign. "I c'n take care of myself!" To prove her point Kiba got her coat off herself. Akako whuffed and put her head down between her paws.
"Good," Sachiko responded with just enough of an edge to prick rather than slice. "Then strip and give me your clothes so I can hang them up. ...For crying out loud, Kiba, you don't have anything I haven't seen in the mirror before."
Kiba's facial fang marks were nearly blended in with the particular shade of scarlet her skin turned. The coat came off, exposing the typical body armor most shinobi wore beneath their clothes. Sachiko herself opted not to wear the stuff. She had speed enough to avoid just about anything thrown at her and Sharingan besides.
When Kiba looked to be having problems with some of the buckles on the side Sachiko stepped forward and undid them for her before helping get the armor off. Kiba had a mesh shirt as well (practically everyone did; it was good for pulling sweat away from skin) but unlike Sachiko she had binding around her chest. Which, given the armor, was probably more comfortable to wear that way. Coat and body armor in hand Sachiko turned to hang those up as well though on a different wire. Not that she was worried about them breaking under the weight of the body armor as any single one could hold her own bodyweight.
Kiba muttered and grumbled about how she was quite capable of taking care of herself, that Sachiko really didn't need to help her, ad infinitum. The Uchiha rubbed her nose (it was itching a little again) and felt a part of her own tension ease. If Kiba was up to bitching about how Sachiko wasn't treating her as the alpha, then things were looking up. Except for having to listen to said bitching as Kiba wasn't trying especially hard to keep her voice down.
Sachiko hung up the rest of the clothes as Kiba handed them to her until they were both in their skivvies in front of the fire. She noticed Kiba had on blue underwear with faint brown paw prints on it. Had Sachiko been someone else she might have reflected on the minor ironies. Her own underwear was red like Sharingan or the katon she favored while Kiba's had a kind of doggy theme. But Sachiko was Sachiko and thus didn't care what other people chose for their underwear.
Kiba passed her a ration bar and Sachiko's canteen before sitting down next to her on the log. They didn't talk. Sachiko wasn't a conversationalist by nature and Kiba still seemed a bit preoccupied. Kiba was twitchy in her movements, the flush hadn't quite gone away, and the woman was radiating heat. Her brown hair was still damp whereas Sachiko's had more or less dried, and after the silent meal Kiba held her arms tight and tucked in.
Sachiko wished for Sakurai's presence. Or even Hinaji or Hoshino. People who could either help if Kiba was getting sick or would simply have a better idea of what was going on. "Kiba... Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Yet there was a distinct tonal quality to Kiba's voice that suggested otherwise. More... growly. "It's just..."
"...that time of the month?" Sachiko hazarded after a full two minutes of silence.
Kiba shook her head before looking up. "....not quite....."
Sachiko blinked, several times. Kiba's eyes weren't glassy now, but oddly... deep. Wide. ...Weird, if Sachiko had to apply a word. Almost sort of like Kiba was drugged or something.
The hairs on the back of Sachiko's neck rose. Bloody hell, they both had filled their canteens at the last river they had crossed. If the water was bad, then they needed to get back to Konoha, now. Sachiko wasn't sure why she hadn't been affected, but she was counting it as simple good fortune. Narrowing her eyes, she stood and took a step towards where her clothes were hanging-
Only to get bowled over when Kiba tackled her around the waist and slammed both of them to the ground, Kiba halfway on top. "Oof," Sachiko exhaled involuntarily as the wind was knocked from her lungs. She focused on breathing as well as stretched out with her sixth sense. The normal five Kiba had the monopoly on superiority, so Sachiko assumed Kiba had heard or scented something but when Sachiko couldn't sense anything wrong, she became both confused and annoyed. Hot air bathed the back of her neck where Kiba was breathing rather harshly. "Kiba," she began acidly as she braced a hand to push herself from the ground, "what the hell are you doing?"
She froze when sharp nails dug into her stomach around her navel and above the swell of her left breast. Not so hard skin broke but enough so Sachiko was quite aware. Good gods. "Sachiko-" Kiba's voice cracked. "Just-don't move. Please."
Considering every nerve in her body was screaming at her to move and move now and may the consequences be damned, listening was proving difficult. Especially when Kiba buried her face in Sachiko's hair. Chills flowed down her spine and she dug the fingers of her free hand into the earth to try and keep still. The other hand was pinned beneath the combined weight of both bodies. "What is going on?" she snarled.
"Heat," Kiba whimpered.
Heat? Huh? Wha? What was she talking about? Sachiko's skin practically burned where Kiba was pressed up tight against her. There was no way Kiba could be cold, but yet the Inuzuka kept shivering. Sachiko's mind raced to try and understand only to come to a crashing halt when she felt Kiba's fingers stroke against her chest.
Not heat, heat. Kiba did say that one time she was a throwback-
Awww, shit.
(Some back part of her brain was beating itself against a wall. Between the accidental kiss between her and Naruko back on graduation day and now this, if anyone found out about it, Sachiko would never be able to escape the insinuations of her being a lesbian.)
Anger and embarrassment flooded Sachiko and she felt her eyes change in response. Couldn't do jutsu to get away, only hand could move. Couldn't use genjutsu, either. She couldn't catch Kiba's gaze even though she tried. Her speed wouldn't give her leverage. The curse seal was an option, but Sachiko did not want to risk getting thrown back into the bowels of T&I. Fine, then. Plain physical force, then. In that at least Sachiko was no slouch. She tensed up, bracing a leg as well as her arm; if she could just roll them then both arms would be free and she would have a better chance of getting free.
Pushing off caught Kiba by surprise as Sachiko had expected, but the woman recovered much faster than anticipated. Moved faster, too. Now Sachiko found herself still pinned, now just on her back as Kiba straddled her thighs and held her wrists down tight on either side of her head. Kiba's eyes were also closed, ruining even that chance. Dammitt.
Kiba smiled with a kind of dreamlike quality to the expression that Sachiko didn't trust, and inhaled deeply. Sachiko squirmed and Kiba's grin only widened. "You smell good."
Bite me, Sachiko thought, wisely keeping it to herself. No doubt the Inuzuka would take it literally and Sachiko would rather not be on the wrong end of Kiba's pointy teeth. "Get off," she snarled instead.
"Happy to."
Sachiko flushed an interesting array of shades of red, the stain coloring her neck and dusting her shoulders when Kiba started grinding her pelvis into Sachiko's. That was definitely the wrong thing to say. Mortified, she tried telling herself that no, this was not happening, but her body was only too happy to contradict those silly thoughts. "Dammitt, Kiba!-"
Her next words were cut off rather neatly when Kiba kissed her hard and conscious thought was swept away in a mental whirlwind. She tensed then sagged and didn't realize she had closed her eyes until she was opening them again. Kiba's face was still centimeters from her own, but... She licked her lips, her breath intermingling with the other woman's. Something lodged in her throat and she swallowed so she might say something when Kiba kissed her again. Soft, melting kisses that fogged the brain and caused Sachiko to hum under her breath.
Kiba made quiet sounds of approval and started nipping her way along Sachiko's jaw line to her ear. Catching the bottom of the lobe in her teeth Kiba tugged lightly, warm exhalations into Sachiko's ear sending delightful shivers down her spine to pool below her belly. Kiba licked the shell of her ear slowly. Sachiko mewled like a kitten and arched her back so she could press and rub her lithe frame against Kiba's slightly stockier one. Kiba kissed her again. Sachiko matched the kiss and when Kiba released one of Sachiko's hands to stroke her cheek, she didn't immediately haul off and slug Kiba, choosing instead to rest the hand on Kiba's upper arm.
She caught Kiba's upper lip lightly between her teeth and sucked on it a moment before releasing. Kiba moaned and deepened the kiss, moving her hand to fist it in Sachiko's hair. Sachiko felt Kiba let go of her other hand and skim nails down her arm down her side to slip under the mesh shirt and start to push it up. Sachiko wriggled and squeaked; little known fact being she was incredibly ticklish.
Now that she had both hands free she could frame Kiba's face, burying her hands in that shaggy brown hair. She lightly scratched Kiba's scalp with her fingernails. Kiba lifted her head a little to lean into the touch, face slack with bliss.
"Kiba," Sachiko whispered, low and husky.
Kiba nuzzled Sachiko's throat, very much liking the hair-pettings she was getting. "Yeah?"
Sachiko's fingers slid along Kiba's features, following the lines of her face and stroking her cheeks. "Look at me?" Sachiko pleaded softly, still brushing her fingertips along Kiba's face.
"Yeah...," Kiba sighed. She opened her heavy lids to gaze upon Sachiko with dark, hazy eyes.
And her whole body spasmed as Sachiko stabbed her mind with a Sharingan-borne genjutsu. Kiba's slit-pupils contracted to pinpricks before her eyes rolled up into her head and she fell forward. Unconscious, she lay heavily on top of Sachiko and didn't even twitch.
It took a little work but Sachiko was able to gain enough leverage to shove the Inuzuka off. Kiba lay sprawled on her back, snoring. "I swear to God, Kiba, if you weren't a victim of your own damn hormones you would not have gotten off so easy with me simply knocking you out."
She glanced over to see Akako staring at her. The large dog rose to her feet and padded over to Kiba before laying down next to her mistress. And if Sachiko wasn't mistaken she could have sworn the dog was grinning at her.
"Oh, go to hell."
END.
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The rain had stopped over an hour ago but Sachiko was still damp. And cold as body heat failed to keep the moisture saturating her clothes warm. Even her hair hadn't fully dried but that could be blamed on Fire Country's infamous humidity which only got worse the farther south you went. Next to her, Kiba and Akako looked as miserable as she did. They were heading north to home.
Sachiko had become too well acquainted with the stench of damp dog during the mission to complain about it now.
Thankfully the mission had been a success. Escort a lesser daimyo's tax collector in a province where not the most savory of characters had claimed as their home. The attackers had been disciplined but still civilian and therefore no match for the team of two--no, three, Sachiko corrected her musings. Akako had pulled her weight quite well. At least two of the survivors were going to have problems with the limbs Akako had maimed.
The gloom beneath the thick canopy of trees was thickening. Soon it would be too dark to see. Sachiko looked around for a suitable place for them to stay the night as they were still two days from Konoha. Finding it, she brushed a hand over Kiba's shoulder to indicate where. And wondered at why Kiba tensed as a tightly coiled spring from such a light contact. The mission was over. Only an idiot would try and attack them this close to Konoha. She glanced at the Inuzuka with hard, questioning eyes and decided she didn't like the glassy look in the other woman's. Dammitt, Kiba, you better not be getting sick.
Kiba set up the two-man tent while Sachiko got the fire going. Sachiko always insisted on making the fire. Part of it pride, part of it because she always had to have it just so. Thankfully Kiba didn't complain. Just kind of shrugged and went with it. Akako simply flopped down near Sachiko to watch. Otherwise, Kiba had been quite strident about making sure Sachiko knew who the alpha team leader of their group was. Not that the Uchiha cared overmuch. She was just glad to finally be allowed on a mission higher than D-rank where she could also get out of the village.
Sachiko fed the fire slowly. Once it was as she liked she then started tying wires to kunai and after a few precise throws she had rigged up a kind of clothesline squared around the fire. Moving to ninety degrees from the tent, she took off her shirt and wrung it out as much as she could before going back by the fire to drape the shirt over a line. As an afterthought she removed the forehead protector as well and used a hairpin to stick hold it on the line.
She heard the soft pop of kawarimi and heard the thud of a log hitting the ground. If nothing else, that jutsu was useful for providing instant logs to sit on. Her hands went to her belt and stopped when she felt a weighty gaze pinning her. Kiba was sitting on the log and staring at Sachiko with a fixedness that suddenly made her acutely aware of the mesh undershirt and red satin bra she had on. She shivered, but that was from the fact while her front was toasty warm her back was freezing. The wet clothes hadn't provided any sort of warmth but they had kept a thin shell of heated air close to her skin.
Glassy eyes and now, if the firelight wasn't playing tricks, Kiba was looking a little flushed as well. She hadn't taken off anything yet which added to Sachiko's suspicion that the Inuzuka was sick. A quick glance to Akako showed the dog was watching Kiba intently.
Wishing she spoke ninken Sachiko instead returned her attention to Kiba and frowned. "Kiba, you're staring," she admonished and resumed undressing, revealing a matching pair of red satin panties.
"S-sorry," Kiba stammered and didn't quite look away.
Sachiko said nothing as she unthreaded the belt from the waistband of her shorts and the waist-pouch loops. Pouch tucked between thighs to give arms better range of movement so belt and pants could be hung over the line next to her shirt. Arm warmers next. The mesh shirt Sachiko kept on, along with her shoes. Those she would keep on until she actually fell asleep.
She opened her mouth to tell Kiba to take off her clothes when Akako whined softly. Kiba looked to be in her own little world. Sachiko closed her mouth with a sigh. Weapons pouch in one hand she went to where Kiba sat and put the pouch down before pulling Kiba up to her feet.
Kiba jerked and the slitted eyes focused on Sachiko. "What? I-Is something wrong?" But they were still glassy, and Kiba's face flushed more.
"You're still wrapped up in wet clothes, that's what's wrong," Sachiko retorted before tugging the zipper of Kiba's coat down. "Just because the mission's over doesn't give you the excuse to ignore taking care of yourself."
"Hey!" Kiba protested, indignant. Her eyes cleared a little, which Sachiko took for a good sign. "I c'n take care of myself!" To prove her point Kiba got her coat off herself. Akako whuffed and put her head down between her paws.
"Good," Sachiko responded with just enough of an edge to prick rather than slice. "Then strip and give me your clothes so I can hang them up. ...For crying out loud, Kiba, you don't have anything I haven't seen in the mirror before."
Kiba's facial fang marks were nearly blended in with the particular shade of scarlet her skin turned. The coat came off, exposing the typical body armor most shinobi wore beneath their clothes. Sachiko herself opted not to wear the stuff. She had speed enough to avoid just about anything thrown at her and Sharingan besides.
When Kiba looked to be having problems with some of the buckles on the side Sachiko stepped forward and undid them for her before helping get the armor off. Kiba had a mesh shirt as well (practically everyone did; it was good for pulling sweat away from skin) but unlike Sachiko she had binding around her chest. Which, given the armor, was probably more comfortable to wear that way. Coat and body armor in hand Sachiko turned to hang those up as well though on a different wire. Not that she was worried about them breaking under the weight of the body armor as any single one could hold her own bodyweight.
Kiba muttered and grumbled about how she was quite capable of taking care of herself, that Sachiko really didn't need to help her, ad infinitum. The Uchiha rubbed her nose (it was itching a little again) and felt a part of her own tension ease. If Kiba was up to bitching about how Sachiko wasn't treating her as the alpha, then things were looking up. Except for having to listen to said bitching as Kiba wasn't trying especially hard to keep her voice down.
Sachiko hung up the rest of the clothes as Kiba handed them to her until they were both in their skivvies in front of the fire. She noticed Kiba had on blue underwear with faint brown paw prints on it. Had Sachiko been someone else she might have reflected on the minor ironies. Her own underwear was red like Sharingan or the katon she favored while Kiba's had a kind of doggy theme. But Sachiko was Sachiko and thus didn't care what other people chose for their underwear.
Kiba passed her a ration bar and Sachiko's canteen before sitting down next to her on the log. They didn't talk. Sachiko wasn't a conversationalist by nature and Kiba still seemed a bit preoccupied. Kiba was twitchy in her movements, the flush hadn't quite gone away, and the woman was radiating heat. Her brown hair was still damp whereas Sachiko's had more or less dried, and after the silent meal Kiba held her arms tight and tucked in.
Sachiko wished for Sakurai's presence. Or even Hinaji or Hoshino. People who could either help if Kiba was getting sick or would simply have a better idea of what was going on. "Kiba... Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Yet there was a distinct tonal quality to Kiba's voice that suggested otherwise. More... growly. "It's just..."
"...that time of the month?" Sachiko hazarded after a full two minutes of silence.
Kiba shook her head before looking up. "....not quite....."
Sachiko blinked, several times. Kiba's eyes weren't glassy now, but oddly... deep. Wide. ...Weird, if Sachiko had to apply a word. Almost sort of like Kiba was drugged or something.
The hairs on the back of Sachiko's neck rose. Bloody hell, they both had filled their canteens at the last river they had crossed. If the water was bad, then they needed to get back to Konoha, now. Sachiko wasn't sure why she hadn't been affected, but she was counting it as simple good fortune. Narrowing her eyes, she stood and took a step towards where her clothes were hanging-
Only to get bowled over when Kiba tackled her around the waist and slammed both of them to the ground, Kiba halfway on top. "Oof," Sachiko exhaled involuntarily as the wind was knocked from her lungs. She focused on breathing as well as stretched out with her sixth sense. The normal five Kiba had the monopoly on superiority, so Sachiko assumed Kiba had heard or scented something but when Sachiko couldn't sense anything wrong, she became both confused and annoyed. Hot air bathed the back of her neck where Kiba was breathing rather harshly. "Kiba," she began acidly as she braced a hand to push herself from the ground, "what the hell are you doing?"
She froze when sharp nails dug into her stomach around her navel and above the swell of her left breast. Not so hard skin broke but enough so Sachiko was quite aware. Good gods. "Sachiko-" Kiba's voice cracked. "Just-don't move. Please."
Considering every nerve in her body was screaming at her to move and move now and may the consequences be damned, listening was proving difficult. Especially when Kiba buried her face in Sachiko's hair. Chills flowed down her spine and she dug the fingers of her free hand into the earth to try and keep still. The other hand was pinned beneath the combined weight of both bodies. "What is going on?" she snarled.
"Heat," Kiba whimpered.
Heat? Huh? Wha? What was she talking about? Sachiko's skin practically burned where Kiba was pressed up tight against her. There was no way Kiba could be cold, but yet the Inuzuka kept shivering. Sachiko's mind raced to try and understand only to come to a crashing halt when she felt Kiba's fingers stroke against her chest.
Not heat, heat. Kiba did say that one time she was a throwback-
Awww, shit.
(Some back part of her brain was beating itself against a wall. Between the accidental kiss between her and Naruko back on graduation day and now this, if anyone found out about it, Sachiko would never be able to escape the insinuations of her being a lesbian.)
Anger and embarrassment flooded Sachiko and she felt her eyes change in response. Couldn't do jutsu to get away, only hand could move. Couldn't use genjutsu, either. She couldn't catch Kiba's gaze even though she tried. Her speed wouldn't give her leverage. The curse seal was an option, but Sachiko did not want to risk getting thrown back into the bowels of T&I. Fine, then. Plain physical force, then. In that at least Sachiko was no slouch. She tensed up, bracing a leg as well as her arm; if she could just roll them then both arms would be free and she would have a better chance of getting free.
Pushing off caught Kiba by surprise as Sachiko had expected, but the woman recovered much faster than anticipated. Moved faster, too. Now Sachiko found herself still pinned, now just on her back as Kiba straddled her thighs and held her wrists down tight on either side of her head. Kiba's eyes were also closed, ruining even that chance. Dammitt.
Kiba smiled with a kind of dreamlike quality to the expression that Sachiko didn't trust, and inhaled deeply. Sachiko squirmed and Kiba's grin only widened. "You smell good."
Bite me, Sachiko thought, wisely keeping it to herself. No doubt the Inuzuka would take it literally and Sachiko would rather not be on the wrong end of Kiba's pointy teeth. "Get off," she snarled instead.
"Happy to."
Sachiko flushed an interesting array of shades of red, the stain coloring her neck and dusting her shoulders when Kiba started grinding her pelvis into Sachiko's. That was definitely the wrong thing to say. Mortified, she tried telling herself that no, this was not happening, but her body was only too happy to contradict those silly thoughts. "Dammitt, Kiba!-"
Her next words were cut off rather neatly when Kiba kissed her hard and conscious thought was swept away in a mental whirlwind. She tensed then sagged and didn't realize she had closed her eyes until she was opening them again. Kiba's face was still centimeters from her own, but... She licked her lips, her breath intermingling with the other woman's. Something lodged in her throat and she swallowed so she might say something when Kiba kissed her again. Soft, melting kisses that fogged the brain and caused Sachiko to hum under her breath.
Kiba made quiet sounds of approval and started nipping her way along Sachiko's jaw line to her ear. Catching the bottom of the lobe in her teeth Kiba tugged lightly, warm exhalations into Sachiko's ear sending delightful shivers down her spine to pool below her belly. Kiba licked the shell of her ear slowly. Sachiko mewled like a kitten and arched her back so she could press and rub her lithe frame against Kiba's slightly stockier one. Kiba kissed her again. Sachiko matched the kiss and when Kiba released one of Sachiko's hands to stroke her cheek, she didn't immediately haul off and slug Kiba, choosing instead to rest the hand on Kiba's upper arm.
She caught Kiba's upper lip lightly between her teeth and sucked on it a moment before releasing. Kiba moaned and deepened the kiss, moving her hand to fist it in Sachiko's hair. Sachiko felt Kiba let go of her other hand and skim nails down her arm down her side to slip under the mesh shirt and start to push it up. Sachiko wriggled and squeaked; little known fact being she was incredibly ticklish.
Now that she had both hands free she could frame Kiba's face, burying her hands in that shaggy brown hair. She lightly scratched Kiba's scalp with her fingernails. Kiba lifted her head a little to lean into the touch, face slack with bliss.
"Kiba," Sachiko whispered, low and husky.
Kiba nuzzled Sachiko's throat, very much liking the hair-pettings she was getting. "Yeah?"
Sachiko's fingers slid along Kiba's features, following the lines of her face and stroking her cheeks. "Look at me?" Sachiko pleaded softly, still brushing her fingertips along Kiba's face.
"Yeah...," Kiba sighed. She opened her heavy lids to gaze upon Sachiko with dark, hazy eyes.
And her whole body spasmed as Sachiko stabbed her mind with a Sharingan-borne genjutsu. Kiba's slit-pupils contracted to pinpricks before her eyes rolled up into her head and she fell forward. Unconscious, she lay heavily on top of Sachiko and didn't even twitch.
It took a little work but Sachiko was able to gain enough leverage to shove the Inuzuka off. Kiba lay sprawled on her back, snoring. "I swear to God, Kiba, if you weren't a victim of your own damn hormones you would not have gotten off so easy with me simply knocking you out."
She glanced over to see Akako staring at her. The large dog rose to her feet and padded over to Kiba before laying down next to her mistress. And if Sachiko wasn't mistaken she could have sworn the dog was grinning at her.
"Oh, go to hell."
END.