A/N: BlackSoul155. I cannot dispute your issues with Ino's reaction last chapter. As I said before, I never intended for this to be such a dramatic story, so I did not lay the proper groundwork for her reaction.

Hopefully I learned from that so this chapter is improved.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. Thank you.

You couldn't really call what Naruto and Ino did lovemaking. Both parties focus far too much on the physicality of it. Thrusting, grinding, kissing, smacking, slapping, sucking, scratching, rubbing, biting…oh yes biting. Ino loves to use Naruto's neck and shoulders almost as if they were a teething tool.

Regardless, Naruto never confuses their coupling for anything romantic or emotionally fulfilling. It is carnal. It is pleasuring of the flesh. It is just a sexual outlet.

But.

When, after they finish, both drained from their physical exertions, they lie together, Naruto knows this is a bit different.

Sometimes Ino grabs his head and brings it to her bosom before she takes a nap. Sometimes she leans back and plays with his hair. Sometimes they take a bath together. Nothing sexual, just cleaning all the accumulated fluids. Ino really likes to splash water at Naruto, although the whiskered boy usually gives as good as he gets.

Sometimes Naruto gives her a massage. Sometimes he makes them a quick snack, if they're at his place. He's not much of a cook, so it's usually a sandwich or something else just as easy to make. He would rather make some instant ramen, but his instincts tell him not to.

A lot of times they talk. About the past, about the future, about training, about their friends. About Sasuke.

Tonight, Ino curls herself against his body, her head resting on the crook of his neck, her fingers gently sliding up and down his chest, not like her usual sensual touch, something far more delicate.

She's planning to stay the night. She almost never can, because of her parents, but, yesterday, her father left on a mission that would take a few days and her mother was visiting one of her relatives in a different village.

Naruto is roused out of his thoughts when Ino breaks her pattern and rubs a few times on the same spot on the right side of his chest.

"What's this?" She asks, now propping herself in a position where she can look closer at his chest.

"Huh?" Naruto responds, still lulled by the post coital bliss.

Ino ignores him and rubs his chest again, feeling the ever-slight indentation and noticing the discolouration that exists there. "Naruto, you have a scar here!"

As far as Ino knew, the whiskered boy is immune to blemishing his skin. She watched him train before and end up with cuts and bruises that are not only gone the next day, but his skin is completely unmarked! Not to mention the many times she burst the vessels in his neck only to be frustrated when she meets up with him the next day and sees that his neck is perfectly virginal.

To find a scar on his body is like finding a needle in a haystack.

"Wow, what happened? It must have been something ridiculous. You know you don't scar right?" Ino asks, amazement seeping into her voice.

"Oh, you know, nothing much." Naruto covers his eyes with his arm and labours to make his voice not sound melancholic and pained, but fails.

Ino sits up now, cross legged, her hands in the space between her legs. "You don't want to tell me?"

Naruto shifts his arm so he can peek at the platinum blonde girl. There is concern in her aquamarine orbs.

The whiskered youth sighs and sits up, leaning back against the bed frame. "Remember when I tried to get Sasuke when he ran away three years ago? It's from that." Naruto admits.

"So, one of the Oto-nin did this?" Ino questions. She saw what they did to Choji and heard what they did to Neji. She also remembers, Naruto, comparatively, came back quite well. Mostly dealing with exhaustion and some serious bruising and cuts, but nothing on the level of Kiba, Choji, or Neji. But, now that Ino is sure he heals extremely well, it was possible he took a lot of damage and somehow healed on the way back to the Konoha.

"No." Naruto looks at her chin. He can't find it in himself to meet her eyes.

"…then, Sasuke-kun?" Ino's breath hitches. For some reason she cannot get her mind of one technique the dark-haired boy learned around that time. She'll never forget the sound.

Naruto closes his eyes, thinking about the fight for the millionth time, all the small mistakes he made that let Sasuke escape.

"How?" Ino breaks him from his thoughts. Naruto catches her eyes this time. There is an icy look there, but he knows its not directed at him.

"Does it really matter?" Naruto wonders out loud, but Ino is having none of it.

"Naruto, tell me." Ino grabs his hand and squeezes on it gently, trying to coax the information from him.

Naruto stares at his hand in hers and hesitates. "He hit me with a jutsu, y'know? Just like ninjas do." He chuckles dryly.

"Chidori?" Ino's throat dries up when Naruto refuses to respond, eyes still lingering on her hand.

The image of Sasuke's hand, vibrant with chakra, running toward Gaara's sand dome and piercing it. The same Gaara that Rock Lee almost lost his ninja career trying to break down.

"He…he hit you here?" Ino once again moves her hand back to the one spot on his chest that is the only fault on his otherwise spotless body. She splays her fingers across the marking.

The image comes to her suddenly, vividly. Sasuke standing, ink markings scarring his face. A horrid and disgusting sneer on his face. Naruto, a young, helpless Naruto, impaled on the young avenger's arm, blood spewing from his mouth, his cerulean orbs near lifeless. The sound of chirping birds.

Ino pulls back from the whiskered shinobi's chest and covers her mouth as she retches.

Naruto is instantly by her side, rubbing her back soothingly. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Ino nods as she wipes the little bit of spit that came out. Coughing into her elbow to fully clear her throat.

"I just don't…why would…how could he do that to you?" Ino, still shocked by the imagery, manages to sound out after a few attempts.

Naruto gives her a helpless shrug. "That's how it is, sometimes."

"He tried to kill you!" Ino's voices rises nearly to the point of yelling. She starts trembling, unintentionally, from rage towards her former crush. Naruto, taking the idea of his best friend trying to kill him so lightly, infuriates her.

Naruto sighs and moves off the bed, looking for a new pair of clothing to wear. He does not want to have this sort of conversation naked.

Ino follows his lead and puts on her panties, skirt, and bra, but not her purple top which is absolutely soaked with a myriad of fluids.

"Here." Naruto offers her an orange t-shirt. The platinum blonde can tell its an old one, it is too small for Naruto, but fits her well when she clothes herself. "Hm, orange suits you. I liked that one top you wore the other time too."

"Naruto." Ino starts testily and the cerulean eyed boy lets out another fatigued sigh.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Ino. This stuff is all in the past." Naruto crosses his arm and frowns at his fellow blonde, already tired with sentiment he knew she would put forth.

"No, it's not! Didn't you just come back from a mission trying to find him? What's wrong with you?! You should let that bastard rot in hell!" Ino fumes, her face heating up from the anger.

Naruto attempts to process Ino's emotions, but it is confusing for him. She is so angry at him, at Sasuke, and he cannot figure out why.

"Didn't you want him back?" Naruto asks softly, almost whispering. The question is like a bucket of ice water to Ino and it cools her down a little.

"Naruto…that was before I knew he hurt you that badly…I mean that jutsu, how could even think about using on you? That's so sick!" Ino closes her eyes briefly, trying to rid that horrible image from her mind. "How can you just say it's nothing and keep trying to get him back?"

"He's my best friend." Naruto's eyes are clear, determined. It makes Ino nauseous.

"I'll tell you what, Uzumaki, if Sakura tried to kill me with an A-ranked jutsu, we wouldn't be friends anymore." The platinum blonde hisses, not comprehending his determination to forgive and save the raven-haired avenger.

"You're only saying that because you can't understand him. But I do. And you don't really understand me either."

"How dare you…" Ino begins, seething, but a thought suddenly occurs to her, "Wait does Sakura even know about this?"

"What?"

"There's no way…no way she would let you do this if she knew about what Sasuke did!" Ino stomps a foot to extenuate her point.

Naruto rubs the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Ino, I don't know if she knows, and I don't care. Her opinion isn't going to change what I try and do."

"That's so stupid, Naruto. Isn't she the one who told you to get him back? Isn't that what you're trying so hard for, because you made a promise? It's stupid, Naruto, you need to forget about him!" To Ino, the words are not vicious enough, not strong enough to explain to him what a foolish sentiment it is.

Naruto knows he needs to diffuse the situation. He likes Ino and doesn't want either of them saying anything they don't mean, like what happened once at her shop.

"I'm going out. Just forget about this Ino. I like you a lot, I don't want us fighting about this." Naruto states firmly hand held out in a 'stop' gesture. He turns and walks away, heading toward the door, the fuming platinum blonde momentarily shocked.

"Naruto, Naruto, wait!" But the whiskered youth already walked out the door and bounded to the rooftops.

Alone, stewing in her anger and despair, Ino's mind flashes to the only person who could convince him to let go of his promise.

Forehead.

It only takes Ino a few minutes to find Sakura with her sensor abilities. Ino jumps across the rooftops, the cold wild biting at her skin, stopping across from the Haruno household. She notices a shock of pink hair exiting the from the house.

"Sakura." Ino calls out as she drops down from the roof. The medical kunoichi was in the middle of throwing out some garbage.

"Kami, Ino, you scared me!" Sakura places a hand over her heart, frowning at her best friend. She finishes throwing the garbage bags away and then turns back to the Yamanaka heir. "By the way, do you need some fashion tips, because that shirt is completely clashing with your skirt." Normally, the smug tone in Sakura's voice would have Ino snarking back with twice as much vigor but she disregards it and glances down, realizing she is still wearing the shirt Naruto gave her. Not that it matters, this is much more important than caring about appearances or perceived appearances.

"Sakura, I need to talk to you."

"Really, about what pig? It's pretty late. Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Sakura places her hands on her hips, an eyebrow cocked.

"No! It's important. It's…about Naruto." Ino can't hide the tremble in her voice when she says his name.

"Oh. I see." There's an iciness to her tone that Ino can't miss and it frustrates her. The platinum blonde isn't interested in Sakura's petty grudge. "Follow me, there's a park nearby. I don't want my parents eavesdropping."

Ino followed the pink-haired kunoichi, the cold night breeze bothers her some, but she ignores it.

"So, finally come to talk to me about Naruto, huh?" Sakura asks arms crossed, her face twists into an obvious frown.

"What do you mean?" Ino questions with genuine confusion.

"Oh please, pig, I don't know what your game plan is, trying to get me jealous by flirting with Naruto, but it's not working." Sakura scoffs, before continuing with a more subdued tone, "I don't want you to hurt his feelings if you're just going to play around with him."

"If you really cared, don't you think you should have come and talked to me instead of ignoring me and sulking?" Ino growls vexed with the pink-haired girls incorrect assumptions.

Sakura face contorts into an angry grimace but, before she can say anything, Ino raises her hand to stop Naruto's teammate from speaking.

"Wait, Sakura, I didn't come here to fight or argue or anything. This is actually important, it's about Naruto and Sasuke."

Sakura hesitates, then settles herself, willing to hear the blonde kunoichi out. "Fine, what is it?"

"Remember when Sasuke left the village?" Ino needn't have asked, Sakura's face fell completely flat. "And Naruto and the others chased him?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Sakura mutters.

"Naruto and Sasuke fought…and…and…" The words are difficult for Ino to find.

"What?" Some annoyance seeping into Sakura's voice.

"Sasuke tried to kill Naruto!" The platinum blonde shouts, her voice cracking as it breaks the relative silence of the empty park.

Sakura stood silently, her face frozen in shook. A pregnant pause overtake the two kunoichi.

"Say something Sakura!" Ino hisses, her eyes misting slightly from all the pent-up anger and frustration. Not only from the way Naruto acts about this, but also the resentment she feels toward Sakura for acting so childishly about her and the blonde shinobi.

"I…there's nothing to say." It's like a slap of déjà vu to the Yamanaka heir. When Naruto said it, it made Ino's blood boil, but when Sakura says it, Ino feels her heart sink.

"You…you knew? You know and you're still letting Naruto chase after Sasuke?" This is a nightmare. This can't be reality. Naruto's stubbornness, she could understand. But Sakura accepting it is too much.

"Ino, you don't understand. Sasuke-kun isn't really like that! It's just because of Orochimaru and Sasuke's brother. We can convince him to come back, we can help him out." Sakura reasons desperately, her hands gesticulating in a manner unusual for the medic-nin.

Ino covers her face in her hands, breathing deeply to calm herself.

"Ino?" Trepidation dripping in the pink-haired girl's voice as she takes a step forward, closer to the best friend.

Ino did not bother quelling her worries. She had other questions. She pulls her face out of her hands. "You saw Sasuke recently, right?"

Sakura nods. "Y-yeah, when we went to meet with Orochimaru's spy."

"What did he do then?" Ino fires almost as soon as Sakura finishes her answer.

"Huh?"

"Did he try to kill you? Did he try to kill Naruto?" Her voice is like flames once more. No matter how hard she tries to stay calm, it's not happening. Her frustration is too fierce.

Sakura opens her mouth then closes it, and the pause answers Ino's question before Sakura's words do.

"No, no he didn't." The medic-nin warbles, her face slipping between expressions of stoicism and guilt.

"Liar." Ino barks. "I cannot believe this Sakura, you and Naruto both."

"You talked to Naruto about this?" It comes out as a whisper, the medic-nin's eyes wide and startled.

"How else would I have figured this out forehead?!" Ino snaps. "Do you know? Do you know he can't scar?"

Sakura blinks, unsure what to make of the remark. "What?"

"Naruto, he can't get scars." The platinum blonde repeats, through clenched teeth. "If he cuts his face, it will heal by the next day. You know that, right?"

"I know, but what does that have to do with what we are talking about?" The medics response is hesitant, confused.

"Because, because…even though he can't scar he has one Sakura! He has one on his chest where Sasuke hit him with a fucking Chidori!" Ino's throat is hoarse now from her bubbling emotions and how much she's been yelling at both Naruto and Sakura.

"How do you know he has a scar?" Sakura's eyes narrow, accusingly, and Ino thinks she might lose it and punch the medic-nin.

"Is that fucking important right now?!" Ino yells in anguish and disgust. "Sakura you guys have to stop this Sasuke business. You have to tell Naruto to drop it, he won't listen to me."

"I can't Ino. Sasuke-kun means so much, to the both of us." Like Naruto, the pink-haired kunoichi's voice does not waver. About this issue, the two are in-sync and steadfast.

"So, you care about him more than you care about Naruto." Cruel though her words may be, Ino finds no discomfort in spitting them out at her best friend.

Sakura's face is like stone now. "Don't twist my words, Ino. It's absolutely not like that."

"I've heard enough." Ino sneers at her best friend before leaving her fellow kunoichi alone in the park.

Sakura stays silent, watching the retreating figure of Ino, both ninja bitterly reflecting on the discussion.

Arriving home, Ino slams the door, irritated at the totality of the day's events. She felt anger and frustration from her conversations with her two friends, and disappointment…she looked forward to spending the night with Naruto. She wanted have sex with him, cuddle with him, talk with him, have some more sex, and then wake up in the morning to make them breakfast.

Instead she stays home, alone, fuming, emotionally distorted and sexually frustrated.

Her roaming mind makes it difficult to sleep, but, eventually, her consciousness finally drifts away.

She's dreamt of Naruto many times before. Pretty much since she met him after he returned to the village. It was the impetus for her seeking him out in the first place.

Her dreams usually ended with her waking up the next morning with her panties ruined and her sheets stained.

And, lately, she would have dreams with him that weren't sexual in the least. She could never remember exactly what happened, but it was always something benign, like them talking, or doing a non-descript activity.

She thinks one involved training, if she can remember properly.

Needless to say, these are much weirder dreams.

Tonight, though, she does not have a dream about Naruto.

It's the blonde boy again, young. It's Sasuke again, menacing, his handsome features fractured in a sneer. The images shift and it's the same thing, but both shinobi are older.

Sasuke still doesn't care about the blonde who loves him so much. And Ino can only watch as history repeats itself. Her screams do nothing, her muscles are immobile.

The impaled shinobi turns his dimming eyes and locks on hers. Blood sloshing down his mouth, staining his tanned throat and orange jacket. He begins to mouth.

You don't understand.

Ino wakes up from the nightmare crying.

Naruto opens his door to see Ino. She's wearing that orange top, the one with the Yamanaka Shop print on it. The one he likes.

"Hey."

Naruto scratches the back of his head. "Uh, hey, good morning."

"…morning. I, uh, brought the shirt you lent me. Washed it." Ino presents the t-shirt, folded neatly.

"Thanks Ino…you, um, didn't need to wash it or anything."

Ino just hums. There is an awkward silence between the two and Naruto opens his mouth to speak when the platinum blonde cuts in.

"Can I come in?" She asks cautiously.

"If this is about yesterday, I-"

"Please, Naruto, I won't start a fight or anything." Since returning to Konoha, Naruto found himself always caving into the gorgeous blonde's demands and pleas, and today was no different.

Naruto opened the door and let her in.

"Can I make you breakfast?"

"Huh?!" He's not sure what he expected the kunoichi to do or say, but it wasn't that.

"Yesterday, I planned to make you breakfast in the morning." Ino bashfully pulls a strand of loose hair and tucks it behind her ear. Saying such a thing out loud seemed far more embarrassing than thinking about it.

"Oh wow, if you want…no I mean I'd love to have your breakfast!" Naruto beams, happy that the conversation from yesterday was stuck in the past. "Ahh, but I don't think I have much stuff to cook with."

Ino walks into the kitchen, with Naruto throws the shirt he gave him into his bedroom before following her. She opens the fridge bending over to look inside. Naruto appreciates her round backside. She's wearing form-fitting shorts, no doubt something casual for her, but it really highlighted one of her greatest assets.

"You're right, not much." Ino's voice snaps him out of his lewd haze.

"Y-yeah, you're right. Need to go shopping, hehe." Ino glances back and notices his blushing face. Confused for a moment, she realizes her position and straightens up. Normally she would smile at his cute act or tease him, but for some reason she felt less confident today. Instead she ignores the nagging in the back of her mind and collects some ingredients.

"Eggs, bacon, some veggies, not bad. I can make an omelet and some bacon. Is that okay?"

"Sure, sounds amazing!" Naruto chirps.

Ino went to work, cooking for the blonde. Naruto himself sits at his kitchen table and watches her, enjoying her domestic presence. He's made food for her before, but never her for him. Even though she's never used his kitchen before, somehow, she commends his utensils and stove with more precision than he's ever shown.

When she finishes, she places the delicious looking plate of omelet and bacon in front of him as well as his utensils.

"Wow, smells amazing, Ino!" Naruto licks his lips in anticipation.

"Go ahead and enjoy." Ino sits in the chair across from her fellow blonde.

"Whersh yuuurs?" Naruto asks, already biting into the piping hot eggs.

"I ate at home." Ino replies, understanding his distorted words.

"Oh, alright." The whiskered boy says after swallowing. He noticed the Yamanaka heir watching him, her elbow on the table, face against her palm. A satisfied smile on her face.

"Like it?"

"It's delicious! You're a swell cook." Naruto commends between a bite of bacon.

Ino laughs. "It's just eggs and bacon, Naruto."

Naruto sucks on some oil that he accidently gets on his finger before responding. "When I make it, it's not like this, that's for sure."

As Naruto finishes his food, Ino speaks again. "Naruto, I talked to Sakura yesterday."

The boy stiffens, but makes no remark. He stares at platinum haired blonde, waiting for her to continue.

Ino rubs her temple, contemplating the discussion she had with her best friend last night. "I thought for sure she would agree with me." There is some bitterness still lingering in her voice.

"But she doesn't?" Naruto feels a smile of relief come over himself. Ino's glare almost shuts it down, however.

Ino sighs, displeased. "I thought about it all night. Why would you go that far? Why would Sakura let you?"

"It's becau-"

"Yeah, yeah, he's pretty much your boyfriend, I get it." Ino rolls her eyes at the boy. Naruto scowls at her insult.

"I just don't know. I can't know. You were right yesterday. I can't understand him, and I don't understand you."

A silence falls again between the two. Naruto waits for her to continue, his heart pounding in his chest.

Ino plays with some stray hair. "But, you know, I have a bond with Sakura. And I have a bond with you. Even if I hate Sasuke now…if I let you two dolts try and find him all alone again, I doubt it'll turn out well…I guess what I'm trying to say is I will help you guys bring him back."

Naruto's chair clatters as it hits the ground from the boy standing abruptly. "Y-you mean it?"

Ino gazes into the astonished eyes of the handsome blonde. "I'm not happy about it, but yeah. He's alone, so at least we will have numbers on him."

Before she knew what happened, Naruto burst across and grabs her in a huge hug, twirling her around in delight.

"H-hey put me down you idiot!" Ino shrieks as the boy begins to laugh joyfully.

"You are the best Ino!" He places her back on the floor and gives her another giant hug, gripping her fiercely.

"Alright, alright." She says gently as she embraces him. He's large and warm, and, with his sunny attitude, altogether it fills up her heart.

Naruto leans back, still embracing her, his cheeks flushed, and delivers a quick chaste peck. He is grinning so wide it nearly splits his lips.

"What?" She can't help but ask, his affectionate gaze starting to make her feel shy.

"I can't…you don't know how happy I am to hear that, Ino. Really, it's one of the nicest things anyone has said to me."

Ino blinks, perturbed. "What? Helping you? That's not special."

"No, Ino, not helping me. Helping me even though it's something you don't want to do." Naruto says softly as he breaks his embrace. He looks as if he is about to kiss her again but steps back instead. His eyes are like coals, burning, but with what emotion, Ino can't decipher.

"Jeez, don't be so happy. It's making me upset." She scoffs weakly, pulling on the tip of her ponytail, but the beaming boy isn't off put.

"Y'know Ino, I saw him at the mission, he was looking pretty good. I'm sure when he comes back, you'll change your mind about him, hehe." He teases good-naturedly.

Ino's scoff this time is completely sincere. "As if, Naruto. I'm not some stupid sucker for a pretty face."

"Sure, sure." Naruto says, his grin morphing into a smirk.

Ino places her hands on her hips. She levels him with a glare that would cause the whiskered blonde to cow in fear if he wasn't so overjoyed. "I'm serious, Naruto! Besides why would I need him when I hav-"

Ino cut herself off mid-sentence as she realizes what she is about to say. Magma heat bursts through her cheeks and travels down her neck. She covers her mouth instinctually.

"You have what?" Naruto asks, cluelessly. She's lucky Kami made Naruto an idiot.

That can't be right. He's cute, but c'mon, Naruto? She looks back at the handsome shinobi, his eyes still glinting with curiosity.

"Nothing." Ino manages after a beat. "A-anyway, that's it, bye." She strings together before turning toward the door leading out of his apartment.

"Wait!" Naruto stops her, both his hands holding on to her arms.

"What do you want?" She tugs against his grip weakly, with nowhere near enough force to break it.

He lets one arm go and cups her face to make her look him in his eyes. They're so large and blue and tender. It makes her stomach sink then rise rapidly.

"I thought I could, y'know, make you feel good." His voice adopts that husky quality it gets when he's aroused. Her body stirs in response.

"N-not now, maybe another time."

Naruto chuckles and it makes Ino's toes want to curl.

"Shoes on the other foot today, huh?" He teases, brining his face so close to hers their noses nearly brush.

"I'm shocked you even understand what that means let alone use it correctly." Ino bites angrily, but Naruto's smirk remains glued to his face.

"Relax Ino, why are you so snippy today for?" Naruto's eyes flash. "Oh, I know."

He lets go of her and takes off his shirt, throwing it aside. Ino's mouth dries as she gazes at his muscular chest and flat stomach.

"Dunno why you like it so much, but here." Naruto grabs both of her hands and places them on his chest. She begins roaming around, her body already accepting before her mind figures out, she needs to leave. "Such a pervert." Naruto mocks, amused, before he begins planting kisses on her face.

Right, Naruto has a hot body. So what? Two things, as if that's enough for Ino!

Naruto finally makes he way to her mouth and kisses her deeply, doing his best to bat away her experienced tongue. He's improved so much and Ino almost whines in shame, at how difficult it is to keep her mind from fogging up, but instead she lets out wanton moans and she can feel the stupid blonde grinning against her lips.

"C'mon, where's your spunk, Yamanaka?" Naruto taunts as he pulls his mouth off her. She glowers back at him, and one of her hands naturally lowers down to grab his package tightly, in anger.

It's fucking huge. She knows this. She's seen it, she's touched it, she's sucked on it, she's had it between her tits, between her ass cheeks, between her thighs. She's had that fat thing in her tight pussy somehow, and, someday, she wants to take it up her ass too. So, of course she knows it's huge.

But, Kami, cute, hot body, fat cock…Ino's starting to lose sense of everything. It was never supposed to be like this! She just wanted to have some fun!

"Inoooo, you're different today." He sings her name causing her stomach to revolt.

"I, I don't want to fuck, alright?" She lies, desperate to get as far away from the man quickly overcoming all her thoughts.

Naruto laughs again and a cold shock goes down her back.

She's never felt like this before. Never reacted like this before. It's not just his face, not just his body.

When he smiles at her, when he laughs, when his eyes glaze over with desire, she…

She…

"Okay, I won't fuck you then." The boy falls to his knees, swiftly dragging down her skirt and panties.

"Naruto." She protests, but comes out so weakly, she feels embarrassed for even attempting it.

"Ino," he says her name so tenderly, it scares her, "you've made me so happy today, I just wanna make you feel a little good, alright?"

Looking down into the passion and desire swimming in his eyes, Ino barely nods before he starts supping on her incredibly wet quim.

Oh yeah, he's some sort of savant with his dumbass tongue. She can add that to the list too.