Room 504, Saturday Early Evening

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Ino had spent most the afternoon out hitting things after her detention. Now though, she was considering the bruises she’d gained from training and trying to decide if it was worth it to heal them or not.

Oh, who cared? It wasn’t like they were serious.

That done, she started trying to decide what to bring with her to Lana’s for the night. And, you know, Not Thinking about anything that had happened yesterday. Some parts had been good, very good even, but others had really failed.

Ugh.

[Up early for timezones, and expecting one. But door and post are totally open!]

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"'Cause you aren't the only one to blame, either."

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"I'm the one that made the move though," she reminded him.

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"Only this time."

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"Whose move is it next?"

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"I guess it's mine."

He sat down next to her.

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She bit her lip, and glanced at him. "That the move?"

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"Might be. Or there could be more."

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"Michael..." she said, almost amused by that despite herself. "...is there?"

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He licked his lips, looking at her. "Yeah, there is."

He leaned in to kiss her.

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She still wasn't sure if it was a good idea, it'd be so easy for her to get burned, and what if she hurt him again...

But a kiss, she could do. Wanted to do, if she didn't lie to herself. Ino kissed him back.

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His arms went around her as he shifted closer, forgetting why he knew this was a bad idea.

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This was an awful idea, but it felt good and she really wasn't inclined to stop it, and this time she couldn't even blame the fact she'd been drinking because now, she hadn't been. She shifted, wanting to be closer, and her arms going up around his neck.

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Michael was basically ignoring everything that wasn't her, right now. His own arms tightened, and he lifted her into his lap, breaking the kiss just long enough to take a breath.

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Well, now. His lap. Ino had to wiggle a bit, wickedly, at that and press a few light kisses to his jaw while he breathed.

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The idea was for her to breathe too, but then she had time for that. The wiggling was having the desired effect, and he kissed his way down the side of her face to her mouth.

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Please, she could totally kiss him and breath at the same time. Was he going to stop? She didn't want him to stop, kisses were definitely a good thing and she wanted more, shifting her body so that it pressed right up against his.

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He definitely wasn't going to stop unless she told him to. This was getting beyond the realm of kissing and into making out, and Michael was starting to tilt towards the bed.

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She didn't want to stop, not at all, and anything involving the bed was an excellent thing as far as she was concerned but...

Oh.

"Michael," she murmured, in-between kisses, "the door is open."

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Michael blinked at her, then realized what she meant.

A vague gesture of his hand as he kissed her again, and the door slammed shut of its own accord.

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That got almost a soft laugh as she kissed him back. "Useful," she said, kissing him again.

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"My powers're good for something", he murmured into her mouth, letting himself drop to the bed and taking her with him.

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Oh. Yes, that worked. She'd missed this, someone's arms around her and a bed, and enough kisses to drown in.

"Like you for more than your powers," she said automatically, between kisses, shifting and catching sight of her clock.

...

Dammit.

"Michael," she said, burying her face against him, "we've got to stop."

But she didn't want to. This wasn't fair.

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"...why?" He kissed her neck, then her lips again.

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"Promised her I'd come over," she murmured, kissing him back.

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"Who? When?"