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.

[For Kabuto~]

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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.

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Not that Kabuto would pull that hard. Right now, anyway. He might later, but not when Ino was still warming up to the idea of being more adventurous. But he liked being hurt. It was...better, somehow. Not something Kabuto could explain, really.

He hissed softly through his teeth, letting go of Ino's earring. "Are you fighting me?" he asked her quietly, half-serious and half-almost-teasing. And also possibly half-hopeful even if that is too many halves.

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"What does it look like?" Ino chided, her hands going up to tangle in his hair, "I've never been passive." She jerked on his hair. "And I’ve always fought you on everything else. Why not this?"

And, bizarrely, this seemed like the one 'battlefield' where she had a half-decent chance at 'winning'. How messed up was that?

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What wasn't messed up, when it came to them? But it was true that this was, kindof especially, messed up. It was one of those situations where Kabuto was happy to 'lose'.

Which was kind of obvious, if one looked past the reflected-light of his glasses and actually saw the expression in his eyes. "Mm," Kabuto hummed appreciatively. "Because I might like that?"

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"Oh good," Ino said, tugging his hair again, "I wouldn't want to have wasted all this effort for nothing."

She let go of him, tracing her nails firmly down his arms as she did so then went to sit on her bed, legs crossed and head tilted up at him, "Kiss me, Kabuto." It was an order.

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Kabuto raised an eyebrow, walking over to her slowly and deliberately. "And if I say no?" he asked, not anticipating an answer as he covered Ino's mouth with his own.

There was going to be a lot more adventuring to come. Not a complete exploration, to be sure, but...well. Some things are best left unsaid.