Oneshot KibaIno (The gifs are merely illustrative)
1. On the road
The loud music jolts Ino awake. She looks around, alert, but there's nothing but the road and the first signs of daybreak on the horizon to her right.
"I'm sorry!" Kiba said, already turning down the volume in the car. "I thought it was lower," he said.
"How long did I sleep?" Ino asked, settling into the passenger seat.
"Almost four hours," Kiba said, pointing to the horizon. "You can sleep a little longer, the sun isn't up yet."
"No, I'm good" she said, stretching. "Where are we?"
"We're almost there."
"Do you want to switch seats? I can drive the rest of the way."
Kiba's response was simply a quick, dry laugh, as if she'd just proposed the most absurd thing in the world. Ino no longer cared. They'd crossed half the country together, and Kiba still refused to let her drive his precious old car.
"Can I at least choose the music, after you scared me awake?"
That made Kiba smile. He gestured that the radio was free for her to choose whatever she wanted to listen to, and soon the unmistakable voice of Taylor Swift filled the space between them. Kiba suppressed his annoyance, because Ino seemed to be in a good mood despite everything, and he didn't want to risk having the nagging, demanding version of her return.
"Because I knew you were trouble when you walked in," Ino sang at the top of her lungs, moving to the rhythm of the music. When she noticed Kiba's furtive glance in her direction, she turned to him and continued: "So shame on me now."
"Come to think of it, I could really use a break..." Kiba commented, after the chorus reached higher notes.
"You couldn't resist the blonde's power!" Ino celebrated.
"Something like that," Kiba said in a whisper. He slowed down and pulled the car onto the shoulder of the road.
But as he unbuckled his seatbelt and prepared to get out—he really needed to stretch his legs a bit—Ino's movement caught his attention. She unbuckled her own seatbelt and, instead of exiting through the passenger door, straddled the gearshift lever and placed one leg on either side of Kiba.
With her hands around his neck, she pulled him close, and their lips touched. Kiba smiled at the feel of her, warm, smooth, and melting against him. He returned the kiss eagerly, as if he hadn't done it in years—instead of just a few hours. No matter how many times he had her, it was never enough. Ino was an endless source of excitement and seduction, wrapped in a beautiful package, full of traps and tricks he was eager to discover.
"All this because I'm going to let you drive?"
"No. Because I dreamed about you."
"You dreamed about me?" Kiba asked, honestly surprised, as his rough hands roamed the soft skin of Ino's thighs. The endless possibilities that ran through his mind, all influenced by his own erotic dreams featuring Ino, made his nails dig into the pale skin as they ventured under her skirt. "Do you want to tell me what you dreamed about?"
"In my dream, we were making love in the backseat," she said, watching his eyes darken with lust. "And you told me that letting me drive had been worth it."
"Well, if that's the case, I can't wait to make that dream a reality," he said, after a hearty laugh. He gave his beautiful girlfriend another long kiss and then slapped her ass. "As much as I want to fuck you right now, I don't want a police car to stop us at the best part. Let's go."
Despite Kiba's speech and good intentions, Ino remained on top of him, pressing her hips into his lap, kissing his neck as if her life depended on it. Kiba nearly threw his common sense out the window, feeling his body burn with a kind of fire only Ino could ignite.
It took them a few more minutes to breathe normally again. Kiba had to grip a fistful of her blond hair tightly to force her to look at him. "I love you," he confessed, saying the words for the first time. Ino stared at him silently for a moment, then replied, her voice husky and low, "I love you too."
"Then let's go. You deserve a clean, soft bed, not an uncomfortable seat in an old car."
"I'm glad you know that."
