I swear I was rooting for you.

Ino. Naruto. First time on stage together. Kiss scene. And she fucking liked it. :|

PROMISE. I TOTALLY ROOTED. HARD.

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Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah, Ash fails.

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stfu I root for whoever will give me free drabbles

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Technically, that was me - I initiated the challenge AND won it :)

(which should have been a hint to her - I never offer to write a lot, because I don't carry through; she shoulda known I was confident I'd win.)

SO THANK ME, IDIOT

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/scratches ass

lol ty

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I didn't, but I want to make her feel better.

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DO I HAVE TO SMACK A BITCH UP IN HERE

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I'm sorry. I don't recall being the one that lost. ♥

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Apparently, I forgot about the part of the prompt where it's their first time on stage together. Or, alternatively, you can just assume that this is the first time they've technically been on stage together.

IDEK. ENJOY YOUR GODDAMN DRABBLE.

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“Do me a favor, Uzumaki, and try not to be a pervert about this?”

He laughed. He laughed. “How about you try not to be a high and mighty bitch first?”

The urge to punch him was almost overwhelming, but Ino, at least, could count self-restraint among her many virtues. They were going on stage any second now, and blood would probably stain the carpet. “How about I rip off your appendages one by one, starting with your di--”

“Uzumaki! Yamanaka! You’re up!”

With an undisguised grin, Naruto bounded up the aisle and onto the stage, leaving Ino to follow much more sedately, uncharacteristically but necessarily silent in her anger. The only question she had left to ask herself, though she’d asked it many times before, was why? Why was she stuck with this hyperactive prick? Why did she have to do this scene with him? Why did he have to be so damn good of an actor when he was so damn obnoxious as a person?

It just wasn’t fair.

“Scene?” the professor prompted, shuffling his papers around even though Ino knew he wasn’t actually looking to answer his own question.

“Romeo and Juliet, act one, scene five,” she answered for the both of them, disinclined to let Naruto open his mouth more than strictly necessary. That was the other thing; Romeo and Juliet was just so cliché.

Naruto wiggled his eyebrows at her, speaking under his breath. “Let’s go, blondie.”

Not to mention Naruto was the worst Romeo she could’ve picked. Or not picked, as it went.

“Try not to screw up this time,” she hissed back, taking her position not a hairbreadth’s away from him, and watched as he grinned again, a brief flash of teeth, before wiping all emotion from his face. It was almost eerie, how easily he flipped that switch.

Romeo. He was Romeo.

Ino took a deep breath, then curled her fingers in his proffered hand. His grip was strong, confident, she noticed, his fingers calloused and thumb gently resting on the back of her hand. Their professor had taught them that, when dealing than a less than desirable scene partner, the best way to fake chemistry was to take some desirable physical feature of theirs, any desirable physical feature, and focus on that.

Unfortunately, Naruto had a lot of desirable physical features she could focus on, except for those scars. It made it easier to fake chemistry, she supposed, even as another part of her lamented again that someone as blank--in this case, handsome--as him was so annoying.

She sighed, as if entranced by him, and rested her hand on his shoulder, waiting for him to start the scene. As far as she was concerned, though, they’d already begun.

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“If I profane with my unworthiest hand,” he said, smiling, running his knuckles down the side of her face, “this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”

They hadn’t practiced this next part. She’d wrinkled her nose in disgust and he’d simply shrugged his shoulders, saying that they’d “improvise.” Right.

Even though Ino knew it was coming, she still felt a little stunned when he leaned down and kissed her. Something hot and electric shot through her at the touch; it made her rock back on her heels with uncharacteristic unsteadiness and suddenly, inexplicably, she trespassed on the cardinal sin of theater acting: she forgot about the audience, if only for that split second. Then, belatedly, she turned her instability into a cushioning motion, before rising up to meet him, pressing her lips more firmly against his.

Finally, he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers as she sucked in a breath, gathering herself. Though he was smiling tenderly, as Romeo would, she could see his characteristic mischievousness sparkling in his blue eyes.

Again, the desire to punch him in the face was almost too great, but she resisted and said, for all the world sounding like the beguiled young maiden, “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.”

“Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?” He was going to drive her crazy with that impish look.

She smiled instead. “Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.”

“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.”

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.” It was easier now, that he was a little farther away, so that she couldn’t feel the heat radiating from his body. She could do this. No problem.

“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.” Her lips unexpectedly felt where he brushed his thumb over them, but she discarded it as that phenomenon of being a little too in-character. She wouldn’t be the first actress to do that.

“Then have my lips the sin that they have took.” As practiced, she shifted forward, closing the distance between them again, and his hand came around to rest precariously, heavily, on the small of her back.

“Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.”

This time Ino braced herself. His lips descended on hers, and she realized that she’d braced herself in vain. Warmth surged through her again, heady and insistent along with his kiss, and she wanted to scream with how unfair this really all was. Instead, a groan worked in her throat; as if sensing it, Naruto parted his lips, slightly, his tongue flicking out and silencing her. On him, she tasted coffee and something sweet, like candy, and wondered if he was going to let go of her anytime soon. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to.

His grip on her fingers tightened, briefly, and that was the only warning she had before he pulled away again. Dimly, she remembered her line.

“You kiss by the book.” Her breaths were coming in too fast, and he still hadn’t let her go. She couldn’t help but notice how his fingers felt in hers again.

The scattered students broke into polite applause, and with that as the scene’s cue to end, Naruto immediately broke out his smirk. Ino scowled at him.

“Very good, you two! I could feel the chemistry. Very passionate,” their professor trilled, but Ino was already huffing off the stage, feeling unusually frustrated, even for the times she had to work with Naruto. She grasped for reasons, that it was just because they hadn’t practiced kissing scenes before, that she hadn’t gotten laid in a while, that he was actually beyond handsome when you tilted your head a little to the side and squinted. Or whatever.

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As they filed into their seats, Naruto turned to her with a cheeky grin and said, “Not bad, huh?”

Her voice was a dangerous hiss. “Next time you slip me tongue, I’m cutting it off.”

He simply laughed, and Ino, defeated, could only roll her eyes in return, still tasting coffee and something sweet.

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THAT WAS TOTALLY UNPROOFED BY THE WAY AND FINISHED AT 4:30 IN THE MORNING.

I MAKE NO QUALITY GUARANTEES.

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btw that something sweet? Muffins. Or to be more exact, chocolate chip muffins.

Yeah. Love that, Ino. HE JUST INJECTED SWEET CALORIES INTO Y'MOUTH.


_{I rly shouldn't have giggled so much at thisjmfgkdfhhgkdg} ihu Britt. We're making this comm canon now. Good going.

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