[Fic] dare
Jun. 2nd, 2011 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
suchacharmerDare: Shikamaru doesn’t want to play the game.
Category: Ficlet, AU
Status Complete
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written foritcomesinphases for participating in my meme. The prompt is "second-guessing."
***
Come on, we all know I’m not Kishimoto, don’t we?
He can see the colors of her bra through the white of her t-shirt. Pink and green stripes. Like an innocent little girl, but that that’s a lie. Her shirt is only see-through because she pressed her own wet hand to her tits, and besides, he’s seen her name on the bathroom wall.
Her hand reaches out for his wrist and he shivers on contact. Her hands are like ice and her nipples are hard, poking through both layers of material.
Thin materials.
“You don’t have to do this,” Shikamaru says, coaxing without pleading. “You’ve proved your point. You’re crazy. I get it.”
Ino lets go of his wrist, but the chill is still there. She turns her neck and looks over the edge of the rock, gazing at the water. Shikamaru looks down with her. It’s only three feet down, and tonight it’s a silent and still mirror throwing their reflections back at him. “That,” she says pronouncedly, returning her gaze to Shikamaru’s face and smiling all the while. He sees it in the water. “Is not the point.”
The winds picks up. The mirror breaks. Shikamaru scoffs, and longs for a cigarette to chase away the cold. “You’re still crazy,” he murmurs.
She laughs, something genuine that startles him, same as it always does. No matter how many times it happens, he’s not used to hearing it. “This was your idea, Shika.” She slips her hand under her shirt, the hem pinched between her fingers and Shikamaru is reminded of that time things almost happened in the back room of the liquor store. Wine, champagne, as close as they’re ever going to come to romance. Her smile slips and slides into sultry. “What? Did you want me to pick truth?”
“I want you,” he starts, pausing for a beat when he realizes how true those first three words are and if should he really bother to keep going. But he does, because he can see her bra and that makes it seem like the only time he wants her is when there’s the promise of skin. “To stop being stupid and go home. Where it’s warm.”
“With you?” She slips her other hand under her shirt too and pulls up, revealing her belly button, her stomach, her bra to Shikamaru without an ounce of shyness. It has white piping. “People might think things.”
Shikamaru looks at her steadily, gauging where he might have gone wrong in all of this. People already think things. About Ino. About Shikamaru. About Shikamaru and Ino. About that boy she used to fuck and redemption. Romance. He thinks about all that too, and how game that got out of hand when he said the wrong lines. Dare is truth, sometimes. That’s what she wanted, and what he never said. Dare you to tell me how you really feel.
Dare was supposed to be the easy way out.
Her jeans are down, around her ankles. She steps out of them, kicks them aside. They land at his feet and Shikamaru catches of glimpse of the tattoo on her hip bone, the one he’s only ever seen before when she’s reaching for something on the top shelf. A black butterfly peeking above her underwear. “Last chance to take it back,” she offers, pulling all of her hair over one shoulder and securing it with the rubber band around her wrist.
She looks prettier with it down, but he doesn’t tell her that. He doesn’t tell her any one the things he’s thinking. That he wants to get his hand inside of the underwear that doesn’t match her bra, rub his thumb over the little black butterfly. That he wants to kiss her and tell her he could fall in love, if he let himself. That he sees the way that boy she screwed over for no good reason still looks at her.
Ino smiles prettily, and it would be so easy to fall in love with her, Shikamaru thinks. So easy and just what she wants but he doesn’t want to be that boy. He doesn’t want her to tell the truth. “Coward” she says, and Shikamaru can’t tell if she’s teasing or if she means it, but it doesn’t matter. She’s right, after all.
He is a coward.
Icy water sprays his jeans when she breaks plunges below the surface. It chills him instantly and he shivers from his knees.
A few seconds pass before Ino comes back up again, breaking into the night air with a gasp. It’s a sound that might haunt him if her skin weren’t so translucent, her lips so blue that they look bruised and laughing. She’s beautiful, just like always, and he feels a little stupid for thinking she wouldn’t jump. She never, ever, does want he expects.
He feels a little guilty when he wonders what she really would have said if she’d picked truth.
Category: Ficlet, AU
Status Complete
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for
itcomesinphases for participating in my meme. The prompt is "second-guessing."***
Come on, we all know I’m not Kishimoto, don’t we?
He can see the colors of her bra through the white of her t-shirt. Pink and green stripes. Like an innocent little girl, but that that’s a lie. Her shirt is only see-through because she pressed her own wet hand to her tits, and besides, he’s seen her name on the bathroom wall.
Her hand reaches out for his wrist and he shivers on contact. Her hands are like ice and her nipples are hard, poking through both layers of material.
Thin materials.
“You don’t have to do this,” Shikamaru says, coaxing without pleading. “You’ve proved your point. You’re crazy. I get it.”
Ino lets go of his wrist, but the chill is still there. She turns her neck and looks over the edge of the rock, gazing at the water. Shikamaru looks down with her. It’s only three feet down, and tonight it’s a silent and still mirror throwing their reflections back at him. “That,” she says pronouncedly, returning her gaze to Shikamaru’s face and smiling all the while. He sees it in the water. “Is not the point.”
The winds picks up. The mirror breaks. Shikamaru scoffs, and longs for a cigarette to chase away the cold. “You’re still crazy,” he murmurs.
She laughs, something genuine that startles him, same as it always does. No matter how many times it happens, he’s not used to hearing it. “This was your idea, Shika.” She slips her hand under her shirt, the hem pinched between her fingers and Shikamaru is reminded of that time things almost happened in the back room of the liquor store. Wine, champagne, as close as they’re ever going to come to romance. Her smile slips and slides into sultry. “What? Did you want me to pick truth?”
“I want you,” he starts, pausing for a beat when he realizes how true those first three words are and if should he really bother to keep going. But he does, because he can see her bra and that makes it seem like the only time he wants her is when there’s the promise of skin. “To stop being stupid and go home. Where it’s warm.”
“With you?” She slips her other hand under her shirt too and pulls up, revealing her belly button, her stomach, her bra to Shikamaru without an ounce of shyness. It has white piping. “People might think things.”
Shikamaru looks at her steadily, gauging where he might have gone wrong in all of this. People already think things. About Ino. About Shikamaru. About Shikamaru and Ino. About that boy she used to fuck and redemption. Romance. He thinks about all that too, and how game that got out of hand when he said the wrong lines. Dare is truth, sometimes. That’s what she wanted, and what he never said. Dare you to tell me how you really feel.
Dare was supposed to be the easy way out.
Her jeans are down, around her ankles. She steps out of them, kicks them aside. They land at his feet and Shikamaru catches of glimpse of the tattoo on her hip bone, the one he’s only ever seen before when she’s reaching for something on the top shelf. A black butterfly peeking above her underwear. “Last chance to take it back,” she offers, pulling all of her hair over one shoulder and securing it with the rubber band around her wrist.
She looks prettier with it down, but he doesn’t tell her that. He doesn’t tell her any one the things he’s thinking. That he wants to get his hand inside of the underwear that doesn’t match her bra, rub his thumb over the little black butterfly. That he wants to kiss her and tell her he could fall in love, if he let himself. That he sees the way that boy she screwed over for no good reason still looks at her.
Ino smiles prettily, and it would be so easy to fall in love with her, Shikamaru thinks. So easy and just what she wants but he doesn’t want to be that boy. He doesn’t want her to tell the truth. “Coward” she says, and Shikamaru can’t tell if she’s teasing or if she means it, but it doesn’t matter. She’s right, after all.
He is a coward.
Icy water sprays his jeans when she breaks plunges below the surface. It chills him instantly and he shivers from his knees.
A few seconds pass before Ino comes back up again, breaking into the night air with a gasp. It’s a sound that might haunt him if her skin weren’t so translucent, her lips so blue that they look bruised and laughing. She’s beautiful, just like always, and he feels a little stupid for thinking she wouldn’t jump. She never, ever, does want he expects.
He feels a little guilty when he wonders what she really would have said if she’d picked truth.
