Sai's heart sings in his ribcage. The weight of Ino on his lap brings comfort and the sweet scent of wildflowers wafts from her bright hair. Suddenly, Sai wants to sink his fingers into her mass of hair, uncaring of the situation, or the message it carries. Reckless, traitorous hands catch the tail of Ino's thick braid; the pale green ribbon tied at the end somehow offends Sai, so he roughly tugs it away. Slowly and way too gently, he brushes the braid apart, freeing the waterfall of pale gold around Ino's shoulders.

Like a sunflower following the sunlight, his intense gaze follows the flow of Ino's hair. He carefully combs trough the locks, watching fondly how it flows between his pale fingers like sand. The scent of wildflowers intensifies as he sweeps all her hair to one shoulder. There is a short curl on her nape, graceful and cute. Sai imagines that one particular curl will be softer than the rest, so he cups her neck in his cold awkward hand. He slowly tugs the small curl and he's unprepared for the breathy moan building behind Ino's lips.

Ino indulges him playing with her hair, being uncharacteristically silent. The idea that Ino could be patient and silent bring the ghost of a smile on Sai's lips that turn into an actual smile when Ino brushes the pads of her fingers under the bow of his bottom lip. Her hand is warm. The touch soft enough to lull Sai but he stubbornly keeps his eyes open. He can't miss a second of Ino.

Much too soon, Ino pulls her hands away from his face and Sai tries miserably not to follow after her touch like a puppy seeking belly-rubs.

Ino's lips twitch before she laughs lowly. It's short, sharp, more like a fond snort than anything else but it's like an arrow that sinks deep into Sai's heart. It's been days since he had heard her laugh and all that lost time feel hollow, unimportant.

"You're sulking."

A faint frown mars his face. "I don't sulk." He argues half-heartedly, falling easily into the bickering they engage almost always.

Ino rolls her eyes, completely uncalled for in Sai's opinion, but the bright smile he receives in return is worth it. Sai should have gotten used to the power of Ino's smiles, blinding with a steel undertone, but… he's fairly certain there's no getting used to Ino.

The feeling of loving someone for the first time. This intense emotion paralyzes his lungs, clouds his judgment and it's not a foe Sai can kill with his knives.

It is a terrible idea to love her. But Sai can't stop.

He loves Ino. He is in love with this stubborn, impossible woman and he's okay with that.

I don't know when I don't know why but I've fallen for you. I love you more than my own life.

He barely stops the confession from bursting forward. If he lets one-word slip, he won't stop singing praises and reciting stupid flowery poetry about her.

Ino brings back her hands to cradle his face which has Sai instantly nuzzling into the touch, putting an effective stop to his smitten, love-struck thoughts of adoration and replaces them with something darker and deeper. Her pointy nails skim along his skin, from the curve of his jaw to his strained neck and her lips soon follow. They are graceful, close-mouthed kisses leaving trails of fire as hot as coal that soon reaches the edge of his collar.

Sai is ready to rip his shirt off so Ino could continue her journey down his chest, however, the hand at his jaw slips into his hair and pulls back sharply. Sai's breathing hitches, going along with the motion and exposing his neck to Ino's wandering lips. Lips that now carry hints of teeth and playful tongue. Time slows down, becomes meaningless for Sai, who becomes a pliant doll under Ino's insistent touches.

"You're a horrible tease." Sai rasps out. Golden fine hair tickles his nose as Ino buries her smirk into the skin of his neck.

"Don't be a spoilsport. You obviously enjoy what I'm doing."

To punctuate her claims, her slender hand cups the hard bulge between his legs. Sai hisses, feeling the zipper of his jeans dig into his swollen erection. Ino gives him her best innocent, wide-eyed look.

He turns his head, slowly, his dark gaze never leaving Ino's own, until he can reach Ino's wrist. She's still smirking while her hand goes over his erection agonizingly slow, testing his limits and enjoying the low hisses spilling from his throat. Sai purposely exhales over Ino's thin wrist, leaning in to kiss the pale skin, dragging out his tongue for a taste he had denied himself for long.

Ino's throat works as she swallows, drawing Sai's attention for a fraction before he returns to Ino's face.

Ino's weight shifts slightly over his thighs and instantly the arm around her middle brings her closer. Their chests brush. Sai feels Ino tremble under his hand, observes her lashes flutter over baby-blue eyes and he can't stop his jaw from slacking with want. Ino's finger on his lip slides inside, meeting with Sai's eager tongue. The wet contact has Ino exhale shakily and with the closeness of their faces, Sai feels her breath caress his face. The tattooist keeps his attention on Ino's face and can't decide where to zero his focus. The faint pink dusting her cheeks is so lovely; paints her in a bashful light that he rarely sees Ino in. The red lipstick invites him for a taste while the slight crease on her forehead makes her adorable beyond words. She's treasure Sai itches to explore.

"Sai."

His name, low and dark, and with Ino's voice coils like a snake in his gut. The hand tugging her hair slowly travels up to the strong roots, running his nails over Ino's scalp gently. This time, Ino's eyes do close, as she leans her head towards Sai's hand.

So precious. She's so precious and Sai wants to kiss her silly. He wants to tease her until she whines. Wants to lick all the lipstick off, and then bite them until they match the cherry lipstick from before. He wants to swallow every single sound emerging from that mouth. He wants to be gentle and slow and explore, while at the same time, he urges to devour and consume Ino until she becomes a part of him.

He sounds crazy. Lust rarely makes sense.

They haven't kissed yet but Sai feels awfully close to exploding. He needs to get his wits together.

"I'd like to take you out on a date." he blurts out instead.

Ino's gaze is intense behind her half-closed lids. She seems out of sort, bewitched, bordering needy with a sharp focus on Sai's mouth. The hand above his erection slides up, flicks open the button of his jeans and then his zipper. His arm that was around her middle flies down to cup her shapely behind when her pale fingers wrap around him without the obstacle of clothes.

"You know," she murmurs, the words curling lazily between them. "We were stealth dating for the past weeks, right? We even had a couple of fights. We went to several dinners, we shopped together, I rode your bike occasionally, I hang out at your workplace a lot and we text."

"That's a friendship." He argues, feeling like a petulant child. His lashes are fluttering, attention centering at Ino's delicate hand squeezing his member.

"Friends don't make out as we do."

Bringing back past slips, where Sai indulged in his desire for Ino, fans the flames growing in his gut. Ino must be aware as well, her smirk is telling while her nails swiping over his sensitive flesh have him bucking.

Not to be left behind, Sai dips his hand under her thick sweater. Encountering another barrier has him frowning. Ino laughs, her hand stalling her slow teasing for a second it takes her to take off her top. Under her sweater, she wears a cotton button-down that sits tighter than her sweater did. Instead of reaching out at his hard member, Ino winks at him, blue eyes shamelessly playful, and starts unbuttoning the small buttons one by one.

She's torturing him, Sai is sure of it. He received training against torture, lived through some disastrously fucked up sessions and none of them ever brought him this close to his knees. Ino is a hazard. She's dangerous in her own way and she's staying.

It boggles him how she sat across him, open and understanding, and careful with her prying. She might not know the extent of Root and its practices but she has the general, watered-down picture. Enough to send anyone away in disgust.

Ino knows he's a killer, a highly trained tool, and that there are more of them scattered across the globe listening to the orders of a power-crazed old fool. She had been surprised, horror slinking into her hunched shoulders, dread tightening her fingers over her mug, worried eyes seeking his own while she listened patiently. One truth followed after another and Ino stayed. She stayed, listened, and accepted.

Feels like a dream. Like he's getting something that he shouldn't, not with all the fucked up things he had done. The blood of his targets never bothered him before. He lives to see another day because he stands above those who try to trample him. His skills keep him, and by extension Shin, alive.

She's going to die. She will die and it will be undeniably his fault. Sai can't lose her. He just can't –

Ino's fingernails drag over his heated skin and Sai hisses like an annoyed snake. "Pay attention." Ino admonishes. She's half-hearted with her words and Sai's teeth clench for drifting away while he's with her.

"Sorry."

Ino hums. Through her half-undone blouse, he can see glimpses of rose-pearl satin and tiny black bows. The design is familiar, one of the pairs Ino had tried on when they had been shopping together weeks ago. Sai knows how the lingerie looks on her, he has seen it first hand as she had twirled sensually to tease him, almost breaking his carefully kept mask to pieces.

"Ino." His voice comes out needy, from the far back of his throat. The memory of her taste lingers on his lips, he can remember her drenched in the rain and clinging onto his shoulders as Sai tasted her with hunger. He wants Ino closer, and closer but his mind is going up a mile a minute and many unnamed emotions clash inside his chest. He's dizzy, unfocused and Ino – like always – picks on his mood easily.

"Hey. I'm here for you." She's soft, just like the curtain of golden hair framing around them. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Sai's head is shaking even before Ino had started talking. "I want you. I do." His hands jerk around her hips, stopping a hair from sliding under her top to touch her skin directly. Cold, his hands are way too cold and Ino's warm and comforting over his thighs and she sits there like she belongs in his lap. Sai finds it difficult to believe that he's allowed to have her.

Ino's hands slide away from his pants. Sai has the urge to bash his head for the sheer stupidity of rejecting Ino. Instead of getting off and away, Ino sinks to her knees, lips curled into an affectionate smirk as she tugs his jeans with an arched brow. "Can I?" she asks permission and her tone goes directly to his dick. "You don't have to worry. I'll take care of you."

True to her words, Ino takes very good care of him. Her kisses are scalding over his hipbones, while her hands skim along the corded muscles of his thighs. His dark boxer briefs are barely containing his weeping erection and Sai growls when Ino mouths over the head above the wet cotton. Ino's eyes are hooded, a sliver of blue under golden lashes, and Sai's chest aches sweetly for her.

"Ino." He breathes her name out like it's the only thing that's keeping him tethered to reality. That must be enough of a sign because Ino almost rips his boxers away in her haste to reach his cock. His erection spring free, standing proudly under Ino's gaze and Sai can only groan, hips bucking desperately, like a wave lapping against a beach.

"That's, wow – Jesus. You've been holding… How dare, Scheisse – Christ in heaven –" Ino's mouth works with half sentences. Sai preens with her approval and his dick throbs with want. "This is a crime! How dare you deny me your glorious dick! Sai, I'm going to suck your brain through your dick. You're warned."

Finally, Ino takes Sai in her delicate hand, stroking him with intent. Sai lets precious air through clenched teeth and his hands rest on Ino's soft hair. They stay there, neither pulling nor pushing, just another anchor to reality for Sai to depend on. Ino's hands might be strong and firm but her lips are slow and teasing. She torments him sweetly, pulling him closer to the edge softly, letting it build up one step at a time, and Sai losses any resemblance of control. He's like an instrument for Ino to play. Low-pitched whines tumble off his lips and Sai would swear to his grave that he sounds vulnerable and needy and lost, only to be found under Ino's devoted attention. "You're an awful tease." He grounds out between heartbeats.

Ino's laugh rings around like a chiming bell. "Just when I want to be." The smirk she gives to him is a fatal weapon. "Am I too much for you?"

"Not enough." The answer leaves him before his brain could stop him.

Like lightening, Ino dives in. Teeth brush skin, then her red lips, and teeth again, and the fourth time Ino swallows him down to the base without a single warning. The shock of wet, warm contact sends pleasure sparking behind his closed eyes, and Sai chokes on his breath. Ino keeps bobbing her head, masterfully working her throat around his hard member and Sai swears his vision whites out with pleasure. It's almost too much, his whole body tense, powerful muscles locking and the almost wounded sound that left his throat couldn't belong to any known language.

As smug as one person could look like with a cock stretching red lips, Ino's golden brow arches. Her eyes dance with mirth, aware of her skill and the wreak she's causing in Sai's mind and as if that's not enough, her long nails dig into his tense thighs. Pain interlaces with pleasure and Sai sees stars burst like fireworks. He's so close, his dry mouth barely working to swallow his moans. Which is unacceptable when Ino begins to slow down.

She spends her time exploring his shape with her clever tongue, nosing his hipbones while massaging his weeping cock almost lazily. She sucks lightly the veined sides, intercepted with hints of teeth. Of course, most of her attention is given to the sensitive head and Sai can only sink his fingers desperately into Ino's mane of a hair, pulling her gently towards his angry red erection. From his vantage point, he can take in the perfect view. Ino on her knees on his tiled floor, back slightly arched and her clothed chest brushing the inside of his thighs with every move, red lips stretched around his cock as she swallows him down. The way she licks flat-tongued every time she pulls away with a silent pop. The shine of tears brightening her baby blue eyes. The delicate curves of her lashes. The expression of pure joy and deep-rooted satisfaction of breaking him apart.

"Ino. Ino. Ino." Sai's only coherent thought is her name, like a benevolent prayer that fills him with hope. She's real and here, and with him. Feels like a drug to have her and the pleasure she evokes. Her mouth feels amazing, wet, and hot against Sai's cock. He has to come and it has to happen now or Sai will shatter. "Let me? Please? Ino." Desperation colors his tone and Ino blows over his wet cock with a smile.

She sits back on her heels, hands falling over her knees for balance. "You're pretty when you beg." His dark eyes follow her tongue when she licks her swollen lips. They are swollen because of him. Sai's blood sings in his veins. "Don't worry about being gentle. I can handle a cock just fine. No gag reflex, remember?" Sai remembers vividly how Ino sank his cock to the base with a fluid motion.

With great care, he palms Ino's cheeks and angles his hips before shallowly trusting into Ino's welcoming mouth. He feels her tongue slide under his hard cock with every pull and the dizzying humming of her throat with every push. Sai's ready to fall over the edge, and Ino's accepting his tentative trusts easily, swallowing more and more, deeper and deeper with each jerk of his hips. It's her expression, one of lust-drunkness and wet lashes and Sai comes.

He's breathing heavily, oxygen running through his lungs fast enough to leave him dizzy. In his stupor of a well-deserved orgasm, Ino tucks his spent cock back into his boxers and easily zips up his jeans. As she perches back in her lap, Sai winds his arms around her pulls her close to his chest. "You didn't have to swallow." And after a glance, he offers, "I can, for you-"

Ino rests her head against his shoulder with a sigh. "'t's not a competition. You don't have to pay me back for a blowjob I offered." She raises her head to gaze directly into his eyes. Sai can only stare back under the heavy haze of blue. "Seemed like you needed some affection. I was more than willing to please."

His chest expands. Sai worries that his heart will smother his lungs with how big it's getting.

Ino bites her lips, a thoughtful expression smoothing her brows. "I want more. Sai, you said, you couldn't give it to me." She gathers her arms under her chest, still bare to his gaze but Sai's captivated to her tone of voice. "But I never asked. Do you want more, Sai?"

Sai picks up the slight defensive tenseness of her shoulders, the tightness in the corners of her eyes. She's easy to read if you know what to look for. Sai has been captivated since Ino barged into his life.

"Constantly in my mind." It's the orgasm that loosens his tongue. It has to be. "In the morning, in the middle of the day, during the night. You're there. Even when I have hundreds of different things to worry about, you're right there. Distracting me with your memory."

When she tilts her head to one side, her hair sweeps her shoulder, cascading like liquid moonlight in the air and drawing his attention.

"You're unreasonably attractive. Stop it." Sai tells her, eyes serious but the red tips of his ears destroy any kind of control. He can feel the heat gathering around his ears and it's pathetic that a blowjob could leave him breathless but it's mushy-feeling talk that has him blushing like an idiot.

"When two people care for each other..." Ino seals her lips shut, muddling over her thoughts and searching for the correct words. Sai is patient, lets her mull over. "No matter how difficult it seems, we can make it work. If we both want this, then we can."

She bites her lips, drawing his gaze down to her mouth and Sai watches her lips move as she softly asks, "Would you please kiss the fucking hell out of me?"

If he closes his eyes, Sai could feel the lingering pressure of her lips over his pale neck, like a brand that had left an imprint. I want you. It's like a broken chant repeating in his mind. You have no idea just how much I want you. I'm so desperate for a touch from you that I'm willing to be undeniably selfish. There hasn't been a day since we met that I couldn't stop desiring you.

"The thing is," Sai says as he leans in, cold breath licking flames over Ino's skin. The scent of her subtle perfume curls around him. "If I kiss you now, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

"You said it like it's a bad thing," Ino argues, eyelids falling low. Any argument to deny his need gets almost thrown out a window.

"Could be."

His arm turns into a steel cage when Ino squirms. "Am I supposed to deny my attraction to you? Is that what you're hoping for? We are both adults Ino. I'd have no shame in admitting that I want you wet – preferably naked – on my lap sitting on my cock. What a picture you paint in my mind." He feels her frame shudder and Sai wonders if its lust or his cold skin that makes her react like this. The button-down shirt is relatively thin and he keeps his shop in colder temperatures.

She hooks her elbow around his neck. Ino gives her affections so easily that Sai can't ready himself beforehand. "What's stopping you? We are both adults, as you said, never heard of casual sex?" to any other, Ino would sound disinterested and nonchalant but Sai reads between the lines with ease.

"Ino." Sai tries to keep the crazed-edge off his low tone. If the slight hitch of a breath of the woman is anything to go by, he has failed. Vulnerability isn't something he finds comfort displaying and he has been all but vulnerable for the last hour. "You and I, there's absolutely nothing that can be categorized as casual."

And where exactly would this relationship end? Sai's not so delusional to think he could hide Ino from ROOT, and obviously, the young woman already knew too much to be left alive. Whatever was the point of no return, they had ignored that flag long ago. Sai can only hold onto her and start making dozens of back-up plans upon back-up plans. Favors to cash in, failsafe to set up, false trails to lay down, safe houses and backup cash, and a few fake passports to create.

He closes his eyes for a second and tries to center his thoughts, separate them from the irrational urges his dick leads them to. He needs Ino to understand.

"I need you to trust me, Ino. This can't work without a shit ton of trust." He takes her chin between his fingers to train his hard gaze on her eyes. "If I say run, you run. If I say hide, you hide. It's not only your life in the line. You can't disclose anything to your family and friends. For them, I don't exist. Your education and career can be interrupted. Are you aware of what you're risking by choosing to stay by my side?"

Different thoughts flicker through her expression swiftly. Sai lets her work through, never interjecting and swaying her opinion to either side. He has set the game and the rules clearly, whether Ino's willing to gamble and play will be her own and solely her own choice. Sai had tried distancing himself, thinking of the blonde while doing so. He tried but he'd been too weak to resist her. Missing her troublesome smile, her mouthy attitude, her ever-changing nail polish, her clever banter, the easy attraction. Sai had missed all that made Ino, Ino, from the smallest most discarded detail to her larger-than-life personality.

She brings hope to his heart. Hope that he can change things and gain control over his life without abiding by the rules of a mad man.

Sai dreams of freedom. It tastes like Ino's kisses under the rain and the scent of wildflowers.

"Wasn't the easiest choice I made, that much I can tell." She says to him. "I have a large social circle and most of them won't miss me at all if I vanish one day. My father knows I'm capable and if I can send him word that I'm out there somewhere alive and well. He'll trust me. Mother–" she halts her words abruptly, eyes un-focusing for a second. Sai sneaks one hand towards hers and Ino quickly interlaces their fingers together. "Well, I'm a fashion designer I don't really have to graduate and not having to live through finals seems like a sweet deal to me." Her smile is the actual sweetness, though Sai isn't convinced still.

"I'll do all in my power to give your normality." He swears. His hands tightening around Ino.

"Normal is overrated." Ino jokes, mouth twitching with the need to curl into a full smirk. "I also don't care much about your work. Let's put that on the table." It's Sai's turn to stare stupidly at her. "Hey, you can dial down the disbelief."

"That's…" Sai needs words. Actual words to counter Ino. "Difficult. To believe, I meant."

Ino shrugs, not particularly affected, seemingly. "Believe it or not, your assassin status isn't a deal-breaker for me. I was scared you'd turn your skills on me or to those close to me. After I got the message that the only danger you possess to me is to my sanity, well." Sai's staring at her. He knows this. "It's not that I'm okay with it. I know that I'm not, not okay, with it, if that makes sense. Honestly, after what you told me, you didn't have many other career options to pursue anyways. Who am I to judge you?"

Sai bites his tongue, hard until metallic tang of blood hits his senses. He's not hallucinating as a result of a fantastic orgasm.

That aside, he decides to push his luck. "Ino, I will keep getting targets to dispose of."

"I imagined you would." She blinks owlishly at him. Like its Sai that should have his hearing checked and his mind, while he's visiting a medical center.

"I'm not dismissing the danger. I've decided to trust you. I can do trust." Ino promises. She's eager like a puppy ready for its first walk in the park. Sai shouldn't find her this cute. "But what's this anyway?"

We desire each other. Possibly even more than simple sexual attraction.

"Whatever we want it to be," Sai swears to her, surprising himself with how sure his tone comes out. "I just don't want you to regret it later."

The little muscle jumping at her jaw is amusing to watch. "I'm not sure if I want to kiss you or push you down the stairs, you Neanderthal."

His sharp hearing picks up the mumbled words. He can't stop the twitch of his lips as he responds with a cheeky, "Can I pick?"

Her button nose crunches up in annoyance. Sai's heart will jump out of his chest with how utterly adorable she continues to be. From deep lust to fluffed cuteness, his emotions are all over the place. Perhaps, he should just give up any notion to salvage his poor image.

"Let me decide that, Sai." She says, staring at him, hard and unyielding. It's an attractive look on her frame. "You keep making decisions in my place, which I really hate. You can't know what's best for me. I'm neither a child nor a moron. I need you to understand that."

"Not a child," Sai repeats, the faintest edge of teasing rearing its head. "Not a moron. Heard you loud and clear."

Ino does a book-perfect eye roll. "So we are together. And exclusive. And completely keeping it hush-hush." Sai nods along to her words. The answering smile almost steals all the breath from his lungs.

His absolute need to have more control over the situation is a maddening itch at his side. Sai sees no problem issuing a simple rule. "No sex until the third date." He remembers reading something like that, somewhere, and while he's skeptical about the number three, Sai doesn't have enough knowledge about the significance.

What makes the third different from all the other dates? Sai has no idea.

Ino looks ready to fight him, but she stills, careful, calculative expression settles over her face and Sai dreads. Before he could bring any countermeasure to whatever Ino can dish out, she huffs with the dignity of a queen and slides off his lap smoothly. "So, about that tattoo." She smiles, bright and troublesome.

"I know where I want it." Ino slowly pushes her thin blouse up, just stopping below her bra line and keeping the same coy, amused smirk. She flicks the button of her jeans, zips it down while pushing the cloth away.

"Right here." A carnet colored nail draws a circle in her lower abdomen, curling over her prominent hip bone just to end up slightly sideways on her waist. Sai can cover the whole skin area with his palm. "Is here okay?"

He could see some lace on the stairs of her ribs with hints of pale rose and black. A long bra – called a bralet? – covers Ino's skin sinfully and Sai tries not to imagine ripping it off with his teeth. He fails.

Of course, the infuriating young woman would try her best to make him break his own rule. If she thinks Sai will fall to her charms, then, she's completely right.

He wants to hater her, sometimes, but even that emotion is heavily laced with fondness thick enough to drown him.

"Don't you possess any decent undergarments?"

Ino snorts. She doesn't even try to hide her challenging smirk. "Undergarments. I swear you get more ridiculous with time." the curve of her smile is fond before turning sly, tempting. "And no. I don't do normal. Always dress to impress my granny used to say. You never know when you can get lucky."

Her voice drips, honey-sweet. Golden white hair whispers around her shoulders with the inviting tilt of her head. He can see the curve of her fair neck, an empty canvas that Sai wants to mark with his teeth.

"And you want to get lucky."

"I see through your attempts." He informs her as he gestures her to sit on the black leather tattoo chair to avoid doing any immature behavior. Sai can be the adult professional, whereas Ino, can be Ino. She doesn't need to push her blouse up to her chest, or open her jeans and zipper, for a side-hip tattoo that won't be larger than a tennis ball. The fact that she did, anyway, would be laughable. Would. Because the obvious crude method is working. Damn it.

Not 10 minutes ago Sai had experienced the blowjob of his life, a little bit pale skin shouldn't fluster him so much. His brain agrees to his statement but the occasional twitch of his dick, secured back into the confines of his pants, disagrees if the interest is anything to go by.

"Honestly," Ino says. "I made my intentions clear. I find you attractive, and from the kisses we shared I imagine you're quite good under the sheets, too. Not to mention your glorious dick. The curve you got and that girth! It's practically illegal. You wanna hold back cuz it's gentlemanly and all that fuss, I get it, but, Sai, dear, I'm not looking for a gentleman here." Ino's smile turns into a grin, showing teeth. "It actually makes me want you more. Also teasing you is wonderful."

"Did you dress to impress, then?" he asks, one brow slightly arched as his intense eyes sweep over her bare middle, the lingerie poking through her disheveled clothes. He watches like a hawk as Ino settles comfortably on the chair.

Ino's mouth twists, her voice taking a playful and pitying color. "Oh, you poor idiot." She calls him closer and Sai obediently brings his face near. Her manicured hand flicks his pale nose like Sai is the one misbehaving. His gaze falls to her puffed out chest peeking out of her V of her half-buttoned blouse. There is no mistaking the heat. "I always dress to impress."

Any other would have been offended by her, but Sai just let his mouth twitch in amusement. The playful, challenging glint in her blue eyes mirrors in his when Sai suddenly grabs her slender wrist. Lips parted, Ino is tugged closer, sliding easily over the soft leather, until their chest touch. Sai, never leaving her interested gaze, brings her hand close to his curling mouth so Ino can feel the silent laugh lick over her long fingers.

Two can play the game.

"Tell me, Ino," the deep, rough voice is definitely Sai's after-sex roughness, smug and satisfied, and very much devised to tempt his partner for another round. His voice is rough, deep in a way that shouldn't do anything to Ino but does absolutely everything. Ino wants to roll around in that voice, the silky timbre of it. It shouldn't excite Ino this much. Sai's aware of Ino's reactions to his touch and while he had his edge smoothed out with a well-deserved orgasm, Ino has yet to reach her highest peak under Sai's fingers and mouth.

"Ino," he calls her name again, strapping closer into her space and now his whole body is touching hers. "Where do you want me?" Sai trails off as he bends his head until they are nose to nose and Sai can count every single pale long lash of Ino's burning eyes.

He did not just say that!

He did. And with a straight face!

Ino just wants to record every single syllable, so she can enjoy the shivers it brings to her spine in the privacy of her bed. It's unsurprising where her imagination takes her; spread open in the leather couch with him kneeling between her long legs, bend over the marble counter with her hands behind her arched back, pinned against the wall as she locks her ankles above Sai's amazing ass… Or just, right here.

Ino isn't picky, she's horny like a cat in mating season.

Heated amusement is evident In Sai's open expression, he is usually so closed off or indifferent, it takes Ino unexpectedly, jolting her bone-deep as she blinks.

Sai smirks, like he can hear, or see in her eyes, all the erotic scenarios Ino is cooking. He tilts his head to the side and his black bangs, feather-light, tease her flaming cheeks.

She had his cock deep in her throat not long ago. It's a tad late for her body to get embarrassed and actually blush like a nun in a sex store.

She's going to have a heart attack, oxygen is trapped in her lungs, burning deliciously and Ino's mind works full speed to try and counter Sai. It's tragic how some innuendo flusters her so much. It's Sai that uttered them and it's his charm and magic that's working over her disobeying body.

"Please, Ino," Sai has to stop saying her name like that or Ino's going to embarrassingly come into her lace panties. Since when she has a voice kink!?

"Tell me where you want me," he stops to lick his lips and Ino's gaze darkens with lust, following the motion with hungry eyes. She's painfully aware of the salty after-taste in the back of her tongue and the slightly uncomfortable wetness, gathered and thoroughly ignored, while she swallowed down Sai's glorious cock. "To tattoo you?"

He steps back, releasing her wrist that falls limply to her side. Ino blinks, her mouth moves but nothing comes out, or maybe she is saying something but she can't hear over the loud heartbeat drumming in her ears.

Sai's expression twist to a professional mask but tiny specks of smugness traces the curve of his jaw. There's no country where the sparks of amusement can be interpreted as anything but a challenge.

Ino wants to punch – scratch that! She wants to break his jaw!

He's way too smug for a man who received an excellent blowjob. Damn his frustratingly attractive face if Ino fails in her own seduction game.