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Title: Looking Glass
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: R
Characters: Ino and Karin.
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bellzooks .
Summary: Ino finds ways to amuse herself in other people's bodies.
Ino had wanted the tall muscle-bound one whose biceps were as big around as her thigh. 'Cause, you know, if she wasn't inside Sakura and able to punch through mountains, someone who could de-husk walnuts by flexing was a damn good second choice.
But instead of the gargantuan ninja or Sasuke (which would have made Team 10's mission so easy) the member of Team Hebi who thoughtfully wandered away from the herd was some pretty girl with a nice ass and the worst haircut Ino had ever seen in her entire life.
Shikamaru had nudged her and she'd hissed back, "I'm in the head of a hot girl all the time. Let's wait for someone better."
"Ino, don't be troublesome," he said in that tight I-know-best voice he'd been using since Asuma died, and which make Ino's hackles raise.
"Shikamaru, don't be a prick," Ino said sweetly, "Save that for Temari."
Chouji had laid a nervous hand on Ino's arm.
She switched her gaze from Shikamaru to her other teammate, glaring. He stroked her arm gently, and she rolled her eyes, snapped out, "fine," and raised her cupped hands.
Which was the beginning of the path which had brought her to where she was now, stuck inside a bathroom inside Hebi's hideout, waiting for her teammates to give her the signal.
Ino was usually really, really good at diving into people, at making sure
that no one even suspected that they were talking to Yamanaka Ino instead of their trusted friends, relations, lovers.
When Ino was in their heads, people were predictable, emotions and habitual actions all merging together to create a lucid, glowing map of behavior that Ino followed.
Karin's head was less like a map and more like a set of directions scrawled on a bar napkin by a drunkard thirty minutes before closing time.
For example, between memorizing the weapons that Hebi had available and doing a quick inventory of their medical equipment, she'd ran into a blue skinned hottie and almost blown her cover.
Ino had been buoyed up by the surge of annoyed attraction from Karin's id, and cocked a hip, smiled wickedly at him.
Suigetsu - she'd plucked the name out of Karin's mind - stared at her like she'd grown an extra head.
Ino had realized three things:
1.) Karin's head was even more fucked up than Sakura's.
2.) If she screwed up this mission Shikamaru would never let her live it down.
3.) You know what would be a good idea? Hiding in the bathroom until Shikamaru and Chouji finished their part in this mission and Ino could get the fuck out of here.
So now she was stuck in some grimy little water closet, waiting.
Ino sighed.
She'd been waiting for almost forty minutes (seriously, if her teammates had gotten captured she was so going to kick their asses) and was bored out of her skull. Metaphorically.
She fiddled with Karin's hair, wanting to even it up. She'd even pulled out a kunai a couple of times to do so, but it just seemed so... cutting a girl's hair when she couldn't consent just crossed a line, you know?
Instead she just pulled Karin's red hair into a high ponytail, which showed off the girls cheekbones nicely.
"No as good as my usual," she commented, running a finger along Karin's jawline, "but still pretty damn fine."
A shiver went down Karin's spine and Ino shuddered with it.
In the mirror, a devious expression bloomed in blood-red eyes.
"Hmm," Ino said and the consciousness under her mind surged with anxiety and something else as Ino drew the zipper of Karin's jacket down.
Scarred flesh meet her eyes and she shrugged the top off, eyes fixed on the concentric circles of raised flesh.
One of the many bonuses of being best friends with the best medic since Tsunade herself was Ino got all her cuts and bloody knuckles soothed away with chakra and light. Her body would never look like this.
Ino ran her hands down Karin's neck, across her collarbones cupped her breasts.
She licked a fingertip, ran it around one tight nipple felt the muscles of her abs contract delightfully.
The scars were oddly -nicely- sensitive and Ino caressed the raised ridges until heat pooled between her thighs and her panting breaths had half-fogged the mirror.
Karin's thoughts were clamoring, a mix of embarrassment and lust and shame and Ino should stop, she really should.
Ino unbuttoned Karin's shorts, slid the zipper down nice and slow. Her probing fingers met slick folds, the feeling tantalizingly similar to the scar tissue, only even more responsive.
Her orgasm was delightfully slow in coming, giving Ino plenty of time to play around, tugging and stroking and rubbing until the climax came in a great swell of sensation that caused her legs to buckle a bit.
She gripped the sink with one hand, watching Karin's face twist in the mirror, slightly sweaty and clearly satisfied.
Ino lifted her hand, licked the juices clean, watching every motion she made in the mirror.
She was considering whether she wanted to go for round two when someone pounded on the door.
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: R
Characters: Ino and Karin.
Author's Note: written for
bellzooks .Summary: Ino finds ways to amuse herself in other people's bodies.
Ino had wanted the tall muscle-bound one whose biceps were as big around as her thigh. 'Cause, you know, if she wasn't inside Sakura and able to punch through mountains, someone who could de-husk walnuts by flexing was a damn good second choice.
But instead of the gargantuan ninja or Sasuke (which would have made Team 10's mission so easy) the member of Team Hebi who thoughtfully wandered away from the herd was some pretty girl with a nice ass and the worst haircut Ino had ever seen in her entire life.
Shikamaru had nudged her and she'd hissed back, "I'm in the head of a hot girl all the time. Let's wait for someone better."
"Ino, don't be troublesome," he said in that tight I-know-best voice he'd been using since Asuma died, and which make Ino's hackles raise.
"Shikamaru, don't be a prick," Ino said sweetly, "Save that for Temari."
Chouji had laid a nervous hand on Ino's arm.
She switched her gaze from Shikamaru to her other teammate, glaring. He stroked her arm gently, and she rolled her eyes, snapped out, "fine," and raised her cupped hands.
Which was the beginning of the path which had brought her to where she was now, stuck inside a bathroom inside Hebi's hideout, waiting for her teammates to give her the signal.
Ino was usually really, really good at diving into people, at making sure
that no one even suspected that they were talking to Yamanaka Ino instead of their trusted friends, relations, lovers.
When Ino was in their heads, people were predictable, emotions and habitual actions all merging together to create a lucid, glowing map of behavior that Ino followed.
Karin's head was less like a map and more like a set of directions scrawled on a bar napkin by a drunkard thirty minutes before closing time.
For example, between memorizing the weapons that Hebi had available and doing a quick inventory of their medical equipment, she'd ran into a blue skinned hottie and almost blown her cover.
Ino had been buoyed up by the surge of annoyed attraction from Karin's id, and cocked a hip, smiled wickedly at him.
Suigetsu - she'd plucked the name out of Karin's mind - stared at her like she'd grown an extra head.
Ino had realized three things:
1.) Karin's head was even more fucked up than Sakura's.
2.) If she screwed up this mission Shikamaru would never let her live it down.
3.) You know what would be a good idea? Hiding in the bathroom until Shikamaru and Chouji finished their part in this mission and Ino could get the fuck out of here.
So now she was stuck in some grimy little water closet, waiting.
Ino sighed.
She'd been waiting for almost forty minutes (seriously, if her teammates had gotten captured she was so going to kick their asses) and was bored out of her skull. Metaphorically.
She fiddled with Karin's hair, wanting to even it up. She'd even pulled out a kunai a couple of times to do so, but it just seemed so... cutting a girl's hair when she couldn't consent just crossed a line, you know?
Instead she just pulled Karin's red hair into a high ponytail, which showed off the girls cheekbones nicely.
"No as good as my usual," she commented, running a finger along Karin's jawline, "but still pretty damn fine."
A shiver went down Karin's spine and Ino shuddered with it.
In the mirror, a devious expression bloomed in blood-red eyes.
"Hmm," Ino said and the consciousness under her mind surged with anxiety and something else as Ino drew the zipper of Karin's jacket down.
Scarred flesh meet her eyes and she shrugged the top off, eyes fixed on the concentric circles of raised flesh.
One of the many bonuses of being best friends with the best medic since Tsunade herself was Ino got all her cuts and bloody knuckles soothed away with chakra and light. Her body would never look like this.
Ino ran her hands down Karin's neck, across her collarbones cupped her breasts.
She licked a fingertip, ran it around one tight nipple felt the muscles of her abs contract delightfully.
The scars were oddly -nicely- sensitive and Ino caressed the raised ridges until heat pooled between her thighs and her panting breaths had half-fogged the mirror.
Karin's thoughts were clamoring, a mix of embarrassment and lust and shame and Ino should stop, she really should.
Ino unbuttoned Karin's shorts, slid the zipper down nice and slow. Her probing fingers met slick folds, the feeling tantalizingly similar to the scar tissue, only even more responsive.
Her orgasm was delightfully slow in coming, giving Ino plenty of time to play around, tugging and stroking and rubbing until the climax came in a great swell of sensation that caused her legs to buckle a bit.
She gripped the sink with one hand, watching Karin's face twist in the mirror, slightly sweaty and clearly satisfied.
Ino lifted her hand, licked the juices clean, watching every motion she made in the mirror.
She was considering whether she wanted to go for round two when someone pounded on the door.