The Perfect List

Chapter 6: Tease

Rated M

Written by Turqcoyce

After throwing on some clothes, Kiba made his way to the bookstore, and was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar pinkette. Sakura was in the back of the store, slightly bent over while she ran her finger along the spines of the books.

Using his shinobi skills, he approached her silently from behind, and being a man he took a quick second to admire the scenery. She had a round, taut ass that he would have smacked under other conditions, but such conditions had landed him with his currently bruised penis. So, he took a quick look and nothing more. He couldn't afford to do anything else.

With the mental picture stored away for later, he came closer. It didn't go unnoticed how she nibbled on her bottom lip while she studied her options, or how she twirled a lock of hair around her finger, or the fact that she was in the section labeled Sex/Pregnancy. This was such the perfect opportunity.

Was he being set up?

He'd take the chance; this opportunity was too good to give up. He had to get her back for her earlier actions.

A smirk spread across his face.

He leaned in next to her, hand on her back and lips at her ear as he whispered. "If you were so curious about sex, all you had to do was ask. I'd have no problem showing you how it's done."

He felt a quick shiver run up her back before she slapped his hand away and stood up straight.

"You're quite cocky for a man who literally can't rise to the occasion." Sakura glared at him. "Why are you following me? You're like a lost puppy." She all but growled.

He closed the space she had created between them as he leaned against the bookshelf. The blush from earlier was starting to reappear. Good. She deserved to be flustered and uncomfortable. "I'm not following you. I'm a shinobi, if I were following you, you wouldn't know about it." He smirked as he pushed a button.

"I'm a kunoichi. Don't insult me." She turned to the bookshelf. "Why are you even here? I thought you couldn't read." She insulted.

"No, I can read pretty well." His smile grew. "I can read that you're in the Sex/Pregnancy section." He looked her up and down. "I can read body language too." He came a little closer. "And your body is telling me that you're a little uncomfortable, irritated, and in the beginning stages of pissed off. Your stance suggests emotional strength, albeit false, your arms crossed over your chest says you're protecting yourself by clinging on to what little personal space I have allowed you to have. Your lips are slightly pursed, suggesting you're biting your tongue because you want to hear what I'm going to say because you're mildly intrigued by this uncharacteristic response of mine. Your eyes are burning with challenge, you're daring me to cross that last line so you're in the complete right to retaliate either verbally or physically, but knowing you, it will be both." He pulled back from her a bit, giving her room to breathe. "Those are all things I can read from your body language, but bodies lie and deceive all the time. The truth is in the scent." He tapped his nose then took a deep breath. "And your scent is telling me that you're completely turned on right now, but you're too much of a prude to admit it."

"Shut up!" she slapped him right across the cheek. At this point, it was painfully obvious that people were staring. She grit her teeth. "Why do you insist upon being so vulgar?!"

"Oh ho ho," he chuckled. "Did I touch a sensitive spot? You know I'd have no problem …" he raised a hand in a loud, mock whisper. "… touching your sensitive spots."

She punched his arm.

"Or maybe you like it rough? I mean, all that strength…"

Punch to the gut.

"I've got a high pain tolerance. We could do just about anything kinky you wanted…"

Punch to the jaw.

As he landed on the floor, he couldn't help but smile because he completed his mission.

Her face was beet red with a hot blush.

Oh ho ho, did she ever have some sexual tension. And he made it worse by teasing her.

Before another thought crossed his mind he found that Sakura had pinned him to the floor with her foot. The air quickly escaped his lungs in an 'umpf'.

"I will not tolerate this behavior. You're a fucking adult, so act like it." She ground her heel into his chest.

"I know I'm a fucking adult. That's how I ended up in my present… condition. Are you a fucking adult?" He laughed.

Sakura kicked his side and stomped away. "Unbelievable!"

No, what was unbelievable was how smooth and shapely her thighs appeared from his position on the floor. He grunted in pain as he placed a hand on his crotch. "Down boy," he willed.

After gathering his bearings he found the books he needed and took them to the counter where he cheekily added them to Dr. Haruno's tab.

The best revenge was a hit to the pocket. He smiled to himself as he left the store with his bounty tucked under his arm.

The next day, Kiba made his way back to the compound. It was just another day, nothing special. Nothing out of the ordinary.

He wasn't surprised when he saw Sakura and Hana with the dogs.

Seeing Sakura was turning into a common thing, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that yet. Maybe it was because he really didn't care.

When he walked in he couldn't miss the frigid look that Sakura gave him. Maybe in a different setting he'd be a little worried. Right now, he thought it was hilarious because that meant she knew. She knew about the text books that he placed on her tab. This made him happy.

So he sauntered into the room with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

The interaction didn't go unnoticed by Hana.

Hana looked between the two. "Is there something you want, Kiba?"

"Nope," he shook his head. "Nothing at all." He winked at Sakura. It seemed to rustle her feathers even more.

Apparently, that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Sakura was instantly in his face shouting. "Give me my money, you idiot!"

He continued to smile even though the jabs to his chest were becoming steadily stronger and painful. "What money?" He visibly thought for a moment. "Oh! You mean the money I owe you for those things you did for me last night? I thought we agreed on a price before you opened your mouth."

BAM!

Sakura had thrown him against the wall before he could even conceive a thought on what just happened. Her hand was around his throat, he could hardly breathe, and he could see Hana quickly exiting the room.

Her vibrant green eyes were like daggers as she stared him down. Really, her eyes were a stunning shade of green. He might have appreciated it more if he wasn't gasping for air.

"You will stop. Don't mess with me. I'm very capable of smashing you right here."

Just when he thought he was going to die of suffocation, she lessened her grip enough for him to speak a couple of words.

"I'd love for you to smash me, babe." He grinned as he felt her grip tighten.

She opened her mouth to yell some more, but she stopped before she began. She retracted her hand from his throat, and they stood there, staring at each other.

It was like they were sizing each other up. Anticipating who would strike first and how.

Sakura took the opportunity.

She shook her head. "You're so vulgar. You make so much innuendo…" She stepped forward, eyes still connected, only a breath between them as their chests lightly touched. She leaned to whisper in his ear. "… And there's not a thing you can do about it."

He was in shock. His senses were in overdrive. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. Her lips lightly touched his ear as she whispered. Her scent was soft and pleasant. Her skin was so soft.

What was she doing? Wasn't she the prude? Wasn't she the girl that blushed profusely at a couple of naughty comments he said yesterday? Wasn't she the girl that was flustered when she saw him shirtless? Where did this vixen come from?

"I can-" he was caught off guard by her strong wandering hands.

Sakura had grabbed his crotch.

Not the 'doctor fondling your junk' grab, but the 'this is mine' grab.

His eyes widened as he looked at her and whimpered.

She had a smirk on her lips, and her eyes were laughing, gleaming with mischief.

"You can't do anything." She came closer. Their lips were a whisper apart. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

She let go of his crotch and placed a playful slap on his cheek. "I'd break you anyway. You're too fragile."

Without another word, she walked away from him and over to the table where her belongings were.

He was speechless. He didn't know what to say. So he watched her as she grabbed her things like nothing happened. When she got to the door she stopped and turned to him.

She was holding his wallet in her hands. "I took what you owed me, plus some extra for my trouble and interest." She threw the wallet to the floor and left.

He stared at his empty wallet on the floor. He didn't even notice she took it. Either she was a better kunoichi than he gave her credit for or he was slacking.

"You ok?" Hana asked as she entered the room. "I figured you two needed some time to… settle… your differences…"

His eyes went from his wallet to his sister. He touched his sore throat. "Ya know, I think we're not so different after all."

Hana raised an eyebrow. "Is that good or bad?"

He chuckled as he rubbed his neck. "I don't know yet. Things will be interesting though."

"What does that mean?" Hana asked.

"It means I've got something I've gotta do right now." He smirked and picked up his wallet then quickly left the room.

Hana couldn't help but let a smile grace her lips. Love was in the air. It was a rocky, very rocky start for those two, but she knew what she heard. They were stupid if they thought she didn't know what just happened in this room. Hana was so ecstatic she had to go tell her mother.

Author Note:

Let the mischief begin! :) I want to thank all my reviewers & readers for all of your support thus far. It really means a lot to me. And please, continue to leave reviews. I like reading your thoughts and feedback! Thanks!