Room 504, Wednesday Late Night

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Ino was glad to be inside, where it was warm, and she stopped outside her door still wrapped in Kabuto's cloak and looked up at him. And had to laugh 'cause his glasses were still streaky from the snow she'd dumped on his face.

"You coming in?" Ino said hopefully. She wasn't tired yet, and his company was welcome.

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"Do you want me to?" Ino asked 'innocently'. "'Cause I can totally wield this hairbrush with more might." She hadn't meant to, but really, sometimes Kabuto acted like a baby. It was just a snag.

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Hair-pulling tended hurt quite a bit. Kabuto looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I thought you weren't into that?"

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"When did I say that?" She didn't get it, but Ino hadn't ever done anything to really know if she was or wasn't into most things. And she knew Kabuto liked pain.

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"You said you'd do it more," Kabuto pointed out. "Why offer if you wouldn't do it?"

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Ino didn't bother to answer him out loud. But her next pass through his hair with the brush was quite a bit rougher than she'd been doing before.

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Kabuto made a little noise of approval, leaning against the pull of the brush. "Ino-san," he said quietly, sounding just a little bit surprised.

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"Better?" She asked sweetly, doing it again.

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"You have to ask?" Kabuto reached behind him slightly, running his nails along Ino's leg...not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to be clearly felt.

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"I don't do this regularily, you know." Ino whacked him on the head with the hairbrush, and shifted slightly, "Behave yourself." She was going to run out of tangles soon to yank the brush through. What would she do then?

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Kabuto wasn't prepared for the smack to the head, but...well, yeah, Ino really should know what kind of effect this sort of thing had on him. She was probably just not thinking about that. "Mm...how do you want me to behave?" he asked, purposely over-acting the subservient tone.

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She did know what kind of effect it had on him. And she wasn't thinking much about it, except for a tiny bit that wanted to see how far she could push him and an even tinier bit that said Miss Lulu would probably be pleased with her initiative in attempting to broaden her horizons.

He got another whack on the head for talking like that. "Stop that too," she told him, "it's not like you at all."

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Kabuto smirked. "Actually, Ino-san, it's more me than you've ever known." He almost purred. It might've been a little...creepy?

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It was also kinda hot, but Ino tried not to think about that. "Be snarkier," she ordered him, letting the brush dig into his scalp. "I like that better."

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Kabuto laughed. "So, do you want me to obey you, Ino-san, or do you want me to go against the order and thus be snarky?" He smiled over his shoulder. "To obey and be snarky yet obedient, or to disobey and be snarky yet obedient...it's a quandary."

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"And if you don't solve it soon you're going to get kicked out of my room." She said serenely, "I told you what I want from you." A sharp tug of the hairbrush gave her words more force.

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"What do you want from me, Ino-san?" Kabuto asked curiously, finding one of her feet and tickling her toes. He was being snarky...in his own way.

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She squeaked and moved her foot away. Running the brush through his hair, still roughly, Ino gave the question serious thought. "... Challenge." She said finally, "Fun."

A longer pause than before as Ino debated how honest she want to be. In the end she told him what she was thinking. "Danger," another pass through his hair, "... and thrill."

There was a reason her impulse control was so very, very bad. And it was because Ino honestly enjoyed getting into and then out of trouble.

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"Hmm..." Kabuto murmured, shifting suddenly and stealing the brush from Ino's hand. "And you think I can do all that for you?" He set the brush aside, twining his hands in Ino's hair on either side of her face and pulling her into a rougher-than-usual kiss.

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Ino liked the kiss. A lot. She wasn't some sort of fragile flower after all. "You're doing a more than fair job of it." Mmmm. Ino lightly drew her hands down his chest.

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Sure, Ino wasn't a fragile flower...but she'd been pretty clear before that she wasn't into the same things Kabuto was. If she wanted to be adventurous, though, he was perfectly willing to show her some things. For example, demonstrating that fingernails could make for some very nice sensations along a person's back...both over and under a shirt.

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Ino paused slightly, mid-kiss, at the feel of his nails against her back. That was... interesting. Not bad... just different.

She knew he'd probably meant it as a hint. Ino was willing to take it as one anyway and her nails traced wide circles down his back as she let herself shift closer to him.

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Maybe as a hint. Maybe just because he liked it...both giving and receiving. Nibbling lightly at Ino's lips, Kabuto's mouth moved over her jawline and down her neck, nipping just sharply enough to make her gasp - if she'd indulge him that much.

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She liked that better than the nails in her back and Ino was more than willing to indulge him with a sharp intake of breath. Her nails dug into his back as she did so, and Ino didn't try to stop that. After all, he liked it.

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Yeah, Kabuto definitely liked it. What? The boy was kinky. It wasn't as if he'd ever been in a normal relationship (or pseudo-relationship) before! It was strange for him, though, to be in the possition of aggressor. Somehow, it didn't feel quite right. Catching one of Ino's earrings in his teeth, Kabuto tugged on it experimentally.

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She shifted closer to him, liking the sensation… but at the same time uneasy about him playing with her earring like that. There was no way in hell she wanted him to go further than just tugging on it – what if he ripped the earring out? He’d heal her, or she’d kill him, but it would be easier just to avoid that whole scenario.

Ino raked her nails down his back in an attempt to distract him from her earring. She'd much rather hurt him, than have him hurt her.